Ask Korriban Horrors In The Making

[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr's body ached strangely yet in an empowering way as she felt the pulse of energy given to complete the ritual. If such an exertion was required from an acolyte for a simple task, she could only imagine the immense power that it would take to achieve the dreams of immortality she had.

Weapons so dark and twisted that even being in their presence would be enough to corrupt, monsters so vast and monstrous that entire planets and systems bend to her will, lest they be released upon them. And perhaps for good measure she does regardless, ensuring that the rest of the galaxy knows that Cyutadakyr is not one to trifle with. Such is the type of immortality that this one sought.

The pureblood's opal stare into the eyes of the other giving pause for a moment before smiling. "That is a perfect description. In time, who knows what else we will create." Cyu looked back down towards the object she had changed, admiring the small differences she had placed upon it.

Lifting her head again, glancing back. "Ur-Kittât, or old Sith in the common tongue. Although sometimes even that isn't enough and the practitioner will create a code from the runes to further protect their knowledge." Cyu popped herself up and followed after her. There were faint traces of darkness emitting from objects around them, each seemingly touched in some way by the force and the user's desires. It would only take a little bit of focus to narrow them down and pick whichever fancied them, among the rest.

They approached a small table against a wall that contained a number of writing instruments and parchments, tablets, and the like. A wicked thought encroached upon Cyu's mind, as she closed the distance between them. Ambrosia would feel the pureblood's warmth against her back as she softly placed her chin over the doll's shoulder. Wrapping her arm over and coupling the offshoots hand, Cyu guided her to pick up one such instrument.

With a whisper, she softly spoke as the brush stroked against the parchment, slowly and deliberately until the word Akdtubea was visible. "Your name,... my tongue."

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[Ambrosia]

"Ur-Kittât," Ambrosia repeated, the word barely a whisper on her soft lips. She continued to run her fingers along the hot stones, eventually rotating them until it was her nails grinding against the rock. She continued until the forge ended and dropped her hand down to her side until the two of them reached the table.

She went to place a hand on the dusty surface, but it was grabbed before she could. Cyu pressed up against her, pushing the pale-skinned woman into the table. The Arkanian offshoot was caught completely off guard, so much so that she had to quickly inhale and bite her lip to keep herself from reacting. As her hand was guided along to slowly paint out the letters of a word, she was ever-aware of Cyu's chin on her shoulder. 'Akdtubea.' Ambrosia did not recognize the word not even the script, but Cyu was not slow to provide an explanation.

How to react? Ambrosia could feel the shiver of anticipation running across her skin. What game was the Pureblood playing at? "Jinhongsaeg," she whispered back a few moments later as she turned the woman's hand over and ran her thumb along the red skin on her palm. Pureblood in her native tongue. 'Crimson one.' Beautiful, blood-red, crimson skin.

Ambrosia did not shy away from Cyu. She leaned into the woman, pressing her hips back into hers, drawn in by the dark hum that enveloped her fellow Sith. A similar aura surrounded Ambrosia, leftover from the alchemy she too had invoked. The tension in the air was amplified by that and the incessant heat, but the Arkanian would not cross that line unless Cyu did so first. She wanted to see if the Pureblood was just toying with her, or if she was toying with her.

The pale-skinned woman pressed her thumbnail into Cyu's palm, turning her cheek to look up at the woman through her white lashes, a daring twinkle in her pale violets.

"Shall we explore?" she asked. Did she mean the room? The weapons and secrets yet uncovered? Or something a little more personal? It was up to the Sith.

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[Nevizkas]

The unfamiliar word rang in Cyutadakyr's ears, with no explanation given as to its meaning nor from where it came. Of course, given the discussion and the mood, one could hazard a guess. Smiling back, the crimson being felt the warm touch and line being drawn in her hand. The Dark Side did more to the pureblood than just empower, its essence of life and the hunger of the alchemic variety provided a potent aphrodisiac as the blissful feelings coursed through her veins.

The crimson delight did not miss the doll's eager movement, in turn slipping her other red hand around Ambrosia by the waist. Their eyes met in the middle, Cyu's opal gaze watching and enjoying the brief sensation of teasing growing stronger by the second. The heat only added to the radiating mix, although as a native she would only find it exhilarating and not at all a nuisance.

"We shall," the pureblood cooed with a frightfully delicious temperament.

Only then did she slowly lean in, torturously slow and deliberate until the air itself barely could pass between their lips. It wasn't only to tease but to crescendo the tension into a palpable feeling, before crossing that line and savoring it. She would share a vivid thought as their bodies met, an introduction if you would, to...all... the ...possibilities ...that lay before her if they continued.

Cyutadakyr was not a stranger to pain and pleasure, and neither would the offshoot, if she wished to likewise explore along this path.

But a few moments would pass before the pureblood pulled back just slightly, licking her bottom lip slowly before rubbing them together as she eyed the pale-skinned woman for her reaction. Cyutadakyr left the ball in the other court, content to either tease her along for another day or break the table then and there.

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[Ambrosia]

Ambrosia's lips pressed firmly against Cyutadakyr's, having to turn her body slightly to accommodate. There was only one thought in her mind as she caught a glimpse of the Pureblood's thoughts, and it was amplified even more by the constant heavy presence of the Dark Side. Her skin felt alive, tingling with anticipation even as the woman pulled away. She couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. Why stop there?

The Arkanian stared up into Cyu's eyes as she turned to face the woman. A thought popped into her head. Who said she had to wait for the other woman to make the move? Why couldn't Ambrosia be the one to cross that line?

The doll relaxed her eyelids and looked up at the woman, a mischievous smile curling her lips. With as innocent a face the pale-skinned woman had, it was about as seductive as she could get. She pushed herself back onto the table and reached up with her hands, pulling Cyu into a longer, harder kiss. Was lust not passion? Did the Dark not encourage such primal desires?

"Your name, my tongue," she murmured in between, slyly referring back to the words Cyu had spoken earlier. The Pureblood was everything that tantalized Ambrosia - unapologetic in her wants, her emotions, her craving of power... And she was certainly easy on the eyes.

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[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr couldn't have been happier to witness Ambrosia take control and push herself forward as she did. To release oneself from the shackles of self-control, give in to her desires, and seize what she wanted was to find the freedom that she deserved. The pureblood only presented the opportunity, finding pleasure in watching the sudden realization pique and compel the doll into action.

Small happy moans escaped the crimson woman's lips as she slid back into Ambrosia's embrace, as the latter moved up onto the table. As the intensity grew with each kiss, Cyu alternated between a soft gentle plant and a firmer lover's bite, gradually moving across to planting tender kisses along her cheek aiming downward.

The wants and wishes of the pair gave way to needs and instincts, their movements flush and fluid. With one hand holding the small of the doll's back for balance, the other would gently begin caressing her knee. Slowly Cyu began drawing circles inward towards her thigh where it would continue to play and tease, building anticipation and tension.

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[Ambrosia]

"Mmm..." She couldn't be silent as Cyutadkyr kissed her back, relishing in the jolts of pleasure that electrified her skin as the Pureblood bit at her lips and skin. Another small moan escaped from her as the woman curled a hand against her lower back, the other trailing slowly up her thigh. She reached back to untie her robes, allowing the white fabric to fall down her shoulders and onto her lap.

Ambrosia knew nothing about love, but she certainly understood lust. The two of them spent a while 'exploring' within the heated forge, sweat glistening across their skin. The Dark hum of the forge amplified their passions, pains, and pleasures; it was certainly a memorable experience.

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Later, after the two had tired one another out, Ambrosia pulled her robes back around her and went over to a desk with a large tome sitting on it. She couldn't read ur-Kittât, but she half-heartedly studied the drawings and diagrams, hoping to glean something from it.

'An instrument of sorts...' Biting her lip absentmindedly, Ambrosia flipped to the next page, tracing her finger along the ancient ink. 'It looks like it's a focus of sorts.

"Hm." Maybe that was the point? To use an instrument as a focus of one's alchemy?

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[Nevizkas]

The mutual feelings of lust between the two Sith sparked such a furious and exciting entanglement the likes of which neither would have reasonably expected. With each taking her first steps on the mysterious path to unlocking the full might that was Alchelmy, they had discovered power. This power to create and destroy, fueled by the Dark Side was both hypnotic and alluring, and freeing themselves of their inhibitions, they had discovered each other completely.

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Sliding back into her dark robe, Cyutadakyr watched Ambrosia with a fun curiosity. The pale-skinned woman constantly surprised her in each and every way, but the pureblood couldn't help but imagine that this was a constant state for her. "You know.." she started, with a smirk on her face seeing what she was doing.

"Alchemy is sort of like a transfer of energy, you must give in order to take. The most powerful users often use other beings, sort of like batteries to store and hold it but for our purposes, while we train, we can provide this." It wasn't a coincidence that the price they had paid to enter the tomb paid for the knowledge they had gleaned.

Cyu stood next to Ambrosia, looking over the very same text before an interesting idea came to mind. "I won't always be here to tell you what it says, or what to do next. You will need to know how to glean this information yourself." The problem remained, however, that the pale-skinned woman couldn't do just that, in the present. "I could teach you how to read ur-Kittât, or at least start you on the path, if you wish. You've certainly earned that much, my little doll."

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[Ambrosia]

"Give and take," Ambrosia murmured, tracing the writing with her finger. She furrowed her brows, looking somewhat displeased for a few moments before her face relaxed again. There really was no giving without taking, was there? Some tried, of course. Her mind immediately jumped to her family. They had taken and taken and taken... and in the end, they gave their lives for it. There was no escaping it. But, despite her displeasure, she was okay with that. She would take power from the alchemical arts, and in return, give.

To give what was the question.

The Arkanian bristled a bit a the nickname, but she didn't say anything. "I wouldn't decline such an offer," she hummed, glancing up through her snowy lashes at the Pureblood.

With that, they had plenty to read and occupy themselves with still in the subterranean forge they'd found themselves in.

/ END THREAD.
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