Ask Where Fate Leads

[Zira Suvan]

The hall was large and ornate, the event meant to showcase slavers’ best wares for purchase. It was on a planet where slavery was not outlawed and such sales events were common. Tonight was a showcase of pleasure and performance assets. Each performer had an allotted time to put on a show for potential buyers.

Zira’s master was eager to sell her for a huge profit and put her on the list to perform. After the last performance finished, a Bith approached the mic to announce the next performer, “Next up we have the property of Durvan Ilyas! A tiefling that specializes in more pleasure and dance! A woman of many talents! Feast your eyes upon…Zira!” He called out as the curtains parted to reveal a blue tiefling dressed in bellydancing attire. She had golden bangles and necklaces to match her piercing, golden eyes.

The music began and she sprang into her performance, moving gracefully and with practiced steps. She twirled and maneuvered effortlessly, moving to the beat. At one point she drew out sticks with flames on the ends, easily twirling and spinning them about. She made the fire dance in her hands, her tiefling physiology allowing her to tolerate the direct fire. The crowds began to cheer and clap at the display.

It was a posh affair for those in attendance, cozy lounges and plush seats offered along with an endless supply of wine, food and hookah. The room was dark and smoky, all manners of wealthy and obese potential buyers littering the room. Zira’s fate, as it always had, was at the whim of anyone in the room that would opt to buy her tonight.

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[Iymril]

Of the crowd of obese and disgusting patrons, one stood out, or they should have. Iymril sat alone in the center of a plush cushion meant for three. One of their arms was draped across the back of the couch, the other gently clasped a glass of red wine. One of their legs was draped across the other, their foot resting on their opposite knee.

Iymril presented mostly masculine today, they had found it drew less attention at events like this. Their sheer white dress shirt had been partially unbuttoned and recently retucked into their charcoal dress pants. All done by one of the pleasure slaves they’d momentarily taken interest in. It had been too aggressive and eager for their tastes. The pair of kisses on their skin ended abruptly, the faint glimmer of where they had been planted still faintly sheening. Iymril had pushed them away as their interest waned cutting off their oafish attempt at rushed seduction.

In truth, Iymril hadn’t come for themself. This, as with everything they did, played into their ever burgeoning ambition. Iymril needed an agent that would be utterly loyal to them. What better than a well broken and trained slave? So, they had come, dressed and handsome to hunt for precisely that and part of that meant sampling the talents.

As a scantily clad hostess came to their cushion, Iymril would brush a lock of faintly curled pristine white hair behind their ear. The hand bedecked in gold rings placed the glass down and motioned for the woman to move even as she refilled their glass of wine. The woman had blocked their view of the next thing that had come to auction.

She was a beautiful Tiefling woman. Her skin tone nearly matched their own. Her horns elegantly curled backwards. Her frame was pleasant, her body hypnotic as she danced. Iym saw more than potential, she had garnered their notice, they knew she could entrance anyone.

When the wine girl made to move, Iymril stopped her, their hand grasping her wrist.

“You will bring that one to me.” They told her, their voice was flush with the hypnotic power of the Dark Side.

The light faded from the wine girl’s eyes. She quietly nodes and repeated Iym’s order back to them before making their way to the side of the stage. She put Iymril’s request in long before Zira’s dance had ended. When the slave was brought to him, Iym wouldn’t move from their position in the center of the cushion. Their face was calm and seemed largely disinterested but their fluted ears slightly twitched.

They were eager to see if she passed their test. If she did, she would be the one. They knew it.

“You will treat me as if I was a client.” They stated plainly. “Show me how you would seduce me into giving you my name.”

@Sreeya

 

[Zira Suvan]

Durvan Ilyas, a very greasy, portly, short human was all too thrilled when his product was ushered away towards a potential buyer. He grasped Zira’s bicep, leaning in to glare at her, “You will do whatever he asks but he has to pay if he wants to fuck you. Got it?” He shoved her away, giving a huge toothy grin towards Iymril when he caught the Sephi’s eye.

Zira kept her calm, walking with a sway to her hips and carrying herself with ethereal grace as she approached the Sephi. In truth, he was far easier on the eyes than virtually any Master she ever had. She almost had to wonder why he was even seeking a pleasure slave - surely he could get the attention of anyone he pleased. The vibrant amethyst eyes, the flawless charcoal skin, the perfectly silky white hair that rivaled her own. He was beautiful enough to command an absurd price himself. It was evident even from the way many of the other lecherous buyers kept glancing at him in all his sprawled glory.

The request made was curious, and it was one she took note of with only a smile, “Would you like me to pour you some more wine?” She asked, purposely not acknowledging his request just yet. If allowed, she would grab an ornate decanter and top his glass off. She leaned in close, the scent of flowers and mint lingering in her presence.

“You seem like someone that already has everything they want,” Zira said with a smile. She leaned in close again, this time lightly tracing a lone finger along his cut jawline, “Everything except a galaxy where everyone knows your name,” She leaned in close, dangerously close, where he would feel her minty breath tickling the surface of his lips. That same finger finished its trace along that angular face by tucking a silvery strand behind a fluted ear.

“So what would the galaxy know you for, my prince?” She asked with a sultry tone as she drew back from him entirely. Zira didn’t touch him any further, instead her fingers idly fiddled with the edges of her own clothing. They were unassuming and simple gestures, and yet subtly provocative in the way her hand traced over her own clothing and the curves of her body. She adored herself and had no shame in the pride she had for her body and appearance. A trait she could tell she shared with this mysterious buyer. There was nothing more appealing to someone like him than being asked about himself. Her favorite clients were the type that were in love with themselves and this one seemed like he would propose to himself if he could.

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[Iymril]

Iym watched as Zira made her way to them. Everything about her was designed to invoke desire and lust. To make someone want to melt away pressed against her lips and forget the Galaxy while between her hips. They sipped their wine and watched as came to him, their eyes betrayed none of the emotions that may lurk beneath.

At their request to be seduced into speaking their name, Zira gave a small smile and then offered to refill their wine. Wordlessly, Iym glanced to the decanter and then back to their glass. They would tilt the glass ever so slightly, a silent consent to her offer.

Iym watched as she leaned over to grab enact the task, they didn’t move to make it easier for her. Instead, they took in her scent. The perfume was designed to allure, to attract, to leave someone smitten and a puddle to play with in her hands.

After their glass had been refilled, Zira made her first observation of them. She traced their jawline with a grace of a practiced temptress, Iymril allowed it. His head tilted, angling to gaze at her with calm yet distant eyes as she spoke. Flattery. She was quick, observant, and skilled. Iymril was right about her. They let her flatteries and gentle touches to continue, until she got to her question and pulled away from them. They had been so close Iymril could almost taste the sweetness of her lips against their own.

My Prince.

The way those words rolled off her tongue, that was beautiful. She wasn’t far off, Iymril desired something but it was far greater than a simple crown. Their ears gave a barely perceptible twitch in anticipation before they spoke. Their voice was clear, calm, and yet echoed with a practiced authority.

“Know me for?” They asked without moving from their position. Iymril would sip leisurely from their glass before continuing. “The Galaxy won’t know me at all.” They continued, before placing the glass back onto the low golden table before them. “The same way no one in this room knows me.” They pointed out. “And yet they all look my way and hunger for what I could offer them.” Iym leaned back into the couch without breaking eye contact. They stretched their arms along the back and lazily toyed with the edge of the couch nearest her. As they did, they allowed their gaze wander as Zira traced her figure. “So too will the kings and queens of the galaxy but none will know why.” They responded, their eyes watching as she accented her body.

“And of you?” They asked unexpectedly, ruby eyes snapping back to meet her own. “What does your heart thirst for in its darkest of recesses?”

@Sreeya

 

[Zira Suvan]

His voice was velvety smooth, just as she expected. She had Sephi and Annfyn customers before, of course. Though they didn’t openly partake in public. They all externally gave the appearance of elitists that would never play with other races, but they were often the most depraved of all. She couldn’t quite place where this man fell on the spectrum, but his nonchalant demeanor suggested he felt secure enough in himself to not worry so much about maintaining the stereotypical Sephi appearances.

Zira could tell he was assessing her, appraising her as he would a painting on a wall. He was studying the colors, the lines, the patterns, the emotions that could be perceived. And it was her job to be the most captivating work of art in a gallery of paintings. Zira watched him ease back into the extra seats he grabbed for himself, stretching out like an oversized cat. If he had a tail, she could practically see it lazily swishing back and forth with calm contentment.

The Sephi’s answer was curious and unexpected, and it certainly caught her attention. He wasn’t wrong, after all - he had a lot of eyes glancing over at him and wondering if he was an asset to be sold. Zira almost felt flattered to have his undivided attention. His question intrigued her and it was one she was never asked before.

“If you wanted someone that has their own thirsts and desires, you’ve come to the wrong place,” She said with a laugh that sounded like the trilling of wind chimes, “My desires are to fulfill those of my Master’s and be a perfect, obedient asset that will remain loyal,” She said. If he searched her mind or studied her, he would realize she was telling the truth. She couldn’t comprehend the idea of having her own desires. She was born into this life and it was normalized.

“But I would be an extension of you, my prince,” Zira said, not missing the way the word affected him earlier, “To be as discreet or as overt as you wish. To make sure that your name carries pride in whatever manner you choose to lord it over others,” She said, “I have had many Masters with grand ambitions and ways they want to shape the galaxy…but few that know the art of discretion and letting the pawns do all the work,” Zira said with a glint in her eye before she poured him another glass of wine, “Would you like me to dance for you?”

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[Iymril]

Iymril never trusted the words of others. So of course they used to Force to lightly skim Zira’s thoughts and emotions whenever she answered them. They wouldn’t be dying to some slave girl, no matter her allure and charm. But the oddest thing struck Iymril, she was being honest, at least for now. That fascinated them, she had been conditioned to accept this life without hesitation or remorse.

“Princes become kings.” Iymril started as Zira poured another glass for him. “Kings are as much servants as they are rulers.” They continued. “I do not intend to serve and certainly not rabble.” The words came out smoothly and without a hint of emotion.

But gods?

However, that thought was interrupted when Zira brought up her skill at discretion. That made Iymril briefly wonder for a moment about the value leverage on her former clients might garner. It was a thought that died shortly after it was born, a perfectly loyal asset. Those were the three words Iymril wanted to hear but now needed to test.

“I am sure many powerful men and women have enjoyed your services for a season.” They told her, pausing briefly to wordlessly accept her offer of a dance for them. “I am not looking for a temporary arrangement.” They continued. “I find myself in need of…” Iymril’s voice faded slightly. “…a perfectly loyal asset.” They mirrored what she had said earlier. “What would your master charge me for your purchase?”

It was a question Iymril would let settle between them. To many beings, posing such a question, so casually was disgusting. But for Iymril? This was just another transaction. Zira was just a piece of property and a potential foundation to their power-base.

@Sreeya

 

[Zira Suvan]

Kings were servants? She had never thought of it like that. In truth, she had entertained many customers but none had quite pondered the intricacies or hidden downsides of chasing power. She was out of her element, and she found the notion intriguing in a curious way. Even if he didn’t purchase her, she would keep this little meeting in her memory. When he paused to accept her offer of a dance, she stood and began to gently to the music playing behind them.

She smiled at his words, her hips swaying sensually and her wrists rolling and waving to the beat. Her golden gaze met his briefly, “Don’t worry, I don’t fear commitment,” She said with a soft giggle as her tail came around to lightly graze his thigh while she twirled to the music.

When it came to her price, she turned around again to face him, this time not hesitating to gently glide into his lap. It was a very prim and proper seat she took, right near the knee instead of a presumptuous straddle. She was far too classy for that. In public.

“I don’t come cheap, my lord,” Zira said with a teasing smirk as she adjusted the nickname, “20,000 credits,” She said, “And who should I say is buying me?” She asked.

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[Iymril]

Iymril felt the brush of Zira’s tail against their thigh. Their eyes flicked down to it for a moment of consideration. Beyond that they didn’t react to the touch and their eyes slowly traced up her form before they returned to hers when she replied.

“Good girl.” They replied calmly to her reassurance. Iym doubted she knew they had in store for her or the work she’d be doing for them, but once she was their’s it wouldn’t matter.

When she took a seat on their knee, Iymril would respond instinctively. Their freehand would fall from the back of the lounge couch and light glide up to the small of her back. They would allow it to slide up to gently wrap strands of her hair around their fingers. As she described her price, Iymril sipped idly on their wine with their free hand while toying with her hair in the other.

That was until they heard her call them my lord. It sent sparks of pleasure that rippled through them. They liked the sound of that. They hungered for that to be uttered from the lips of most other beings beyond slaves. It was utterly intoxicating.

“Money is no object to me.” They replied calmly. It was the truth, money was never a consideration for Iymril. “The name of your new Lord and Master is Iymril Auvryt'tar.” They said, she had passed their test. “Go an inform your keeper that I will meet with them privately to finalize your sale.”

Iymril wouldn’t rise from their seat. She would carry their message for them, the first of many tasks she’d conduct for them.

@Sreeya

 

[Zira Suvan]

The exchange happened easily enough - Durvan was all too eager to sell Zira off. He had to crane his neck to regard the towering Sephi and even Zira had to take a moment to appreciate the sheer height. A bit of groveling and gushing from Durvan and just like that she would hopefully never have to see him again.

With the exchange done and Durvan having left, it was just the two of them left behind in the room where credits were exchanged. Zira was surprised and impressed that Iymril was able to pay for this in cash, which meant she must not have been too far off in her assessment of him as some sort of prince. Either corporate or royal prince, but a prince nonetheless.

The tiefling turned to regard the much taller Sephi, “Well, I am all yours, my lord,” She said, her tone carrying a sultry implication, “Would you like to sample your new prize?” Zira asked as she took a step closer towards Iymril. Her hands traced along the edges of her clothing, letting her top’s straps slip away just enough to drop down to her biceps.

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[Iymril]

Iymril sat in the lounge chair where they’d paid for Zira. the wine glass they sipped from earlier had been replaced with a small glass of Corellian Brandy. They took a short draught from it, the warmth of alcohol beginning to encompass them but not clouding their judgement.

That was when Zira approached them. They heard her question. They watched as she slowly allowed the straps of their top to fall. They gently placed their glass down on an in-table beside them and laid a hand on their leg, beckoning her closer and to take her seat.

It was a wordless consent for her approach.

“Zira, tell me when do you think a being is most vulnerable?” They asked, their voice betrayed no emotion, their face was expressionless, their ears laid neutral.

@Sreeya

 

[Zira Suvan]

Zira was admittedly not used to serving Masters that could rival her own beauty. She found herself staring at Iymril perhaps even more than he gazed at her. Her eyes roamed over where his shirt was unbuttoned to reveal the top of his smooth, obsidian chest that contrasted against the white shirt he wore. The silvery strands of hair freely fell over his shoulders, his demeanor always one of cool, collected confidence. How long had it taken him to perfect this bearing? Or was he simply born with it?

She let her top fall away, her azure torso bare save for the copious amounts of golden jewelry she still wore. Her gaze remained locked with his even as he asked his question. Zira stepped closer, sliding back into his lap once more, but this time facing him. She took more liberties, her slender arms coming around to wrap around his neck, “The same as when they are exhilarated, my lord,” She answered as a whisper as her lips brushed against his ear. She had serviced Sephi and Annfyn before, she knew their ears were extremely erogenous, “When they don’t know what’s going to happen next,” Zira answered as she gently nibbled against one of those fluted ears. One of her hands slid down the front of his chest at the same time, her fingers effortlessly unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

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[Iymril]

Iymril watched as her top slid from her frame, down her waist, and to the floor. When she came to sit on their lap, straddling them, Iym lifted the hand that had been holding their glass of alcohol and ran the tips of their fingers up her torso. Tracing up her naval, between her perfectly supple breasts, and to the glinting golden necklaces that adorned her frame. Iymril lightly toyed with them as Zira wrapped her slender arms around them and answered their question.

It wasn’t the answer they had been looking for but they didn’t have the opportunity to reply. Instead l, they felt her hot breath against their ear, it twitched involuntarily. Iymril closed their eyes for the briefest of moments, enjoying the overwhelming sensation it brought. But it was when she nibbled that she got a true reaction. Iymril sharply inhaled from between their teeth, a small gasp of ecstasy.

Their fingers wrapped themselves around those necklaces, making them taut around her throat. They jerked her from their ear with a wavering, breath-y exhale. Then they tasted her lips for the first time. Their hand slid from the necklaces to her chest as she unbuttoned their shirt.

“I want this.” They hissed into her lips at last.

@Sreeya