Dev Shadows of Atrisia

[Junko Ike]

She turns her head over her shoulder, face alight with pure enjoyment lips curved in a soft, blissful smile, dark eyes half-lidded with eager anticipation as if reveling in her chosen submission and the princess's impending claim. The opulent chamber, with marble floors, arched windows, and flickering glowlight, thrums with the intoxicating aura of hard-won triumph and promised reward. THe bed itself was massive, the Atrisian standard in some ways now that they were more and more becoming opulent, decadent and hedonistic with an air of command, authority and military might. THey showed that in the battle of Jar'kei and skies of Atrisia.

The massive bed itself had thick aurodium and kyber chains holding it up as the posts. Intricately carved with figures, images and motifs from across the planet. The size made to hold up to twenty adult wookiees or ten hutts. The chains were that strong but there was also repulsors under it that allowed it to hover so it wouldn't make sounds. The silk of the sheets, the softness of the mattress and pillows that allow one to be cooled in the summer as the breeze even comes off of the ocean smelling of salt.... but in the winter they could be turned over to retain heat for warmth. She looked at the war wife, the war bride in the bed who had been gifted to her for her duties and her muscles were refined.

 

[Junko Ike]

"Princess." The voice didn't come from the ebony skinned woman in the bed it came from the three off to the side. The three devoted Atrisian handmaidens Maki, Aqua, and Kiyomi glide forward with fluid grace from their positions beside the bed, their pale lavender silk gowns whispering softly against the marble floor as they approach the princess. A faint floral perfume wafts from the fresh pink blossoms woven into their lustrous dark hair, mingling with the chamber's jasmine incense and the subtle, heady warmth of pearl and crystal dust lightly dusted over their smooth, porcelain skin, causing it to shimmer ethereally in the golden glowlight like moonlit dew on sacred stone.

Delicate kyberite bracelets and anklets tinkle softly with their movements, a gentle chime underscoring their harmonious steps, while the sheer fabric of their robes drapes elegantly over their voluptuous yet refined figures, accentuating subtle differences in their beauty that celebrate Atrisian diversity within unity and beauty. Maki, the foremost and most composed, leads with serene authority her heart-shaped face framed by hair partially swept up with a cluster of blossoms behind one ear, her bright, almond-shaped eyes radiating warm devotion beneath elegantly arched brows, and her full lips painted in a deeper rose hue that complements her slightly taller, willowy grace.

 

[Junko Ike]

Aqua, the central one with a playful spark, follows closely her tresses tumbling freely in glossy waves adorned by a single vibrant blossom at her temple, her rounder face alight with an inviting, radiant smile that reveals dimpled cheeks, her eyes sparkling with gentle mischief and framed by longer lashes, her posture exuding a softer, more curvaceous allure. She moved with a smile on her face that could melt hearts but she was all for the Sansin... and for the moment that was all for the princess as she guided her hands to show thanks. Her voice coming out. "We are here princess to give you tribute and reward for protecting out mistress."

Kiyomi, the third with quiet attentiveness, completes the trio her gentle waves of hair pinned with twin symmetrical blooms on either side, her oval face conveying serene joy through softly glowing cheeks and eyes of deeper amber tone, her form balanced with poised reserve and subtle strength in her lithe limbs. As they draw near, Aqua inclines her head in deep respect before extending slender hands toward the princess, her voice melodic and soothing with the refined lilt of the palace court. "Allow us, Your Highness," she murmurs, fingers lightly brushing the edges of the princess's lavender gown in offer to gently unfasten and remove it, easing her into repose.

 

[Junko Ike]

Maki, stepping to the side with a soft rustle of silk and chime of jewelry, reaches for a nearby crystal decanter of warmed scented oil rich with sandalwood and jasmine pouring a glistening stream into a small alabaster bowl, the aromatic vapor rising to envelop the air in luxurious warmth. "A fitting treasure for our defender, Your Highness," she comments softly, her tone laced with genuine adMakition as her gaze flickers appreciatively toward the ebony-skinned war bride reclining on the bed, her words propelling the moment toward indulgent reward. Junko offered a smile to her and all of them as her own handmaidens were there and finding their places.

Kiyomi, ever observant, positions herself to assist seamlessly, her pearl-dusted skin catching the light as she adjusts a crimson pillow and draws back a velvet curtain, ensuring the princess's comfort while the trio's collective presence heightens the chamber's tactile opulence the cool brush of silk, the warm glow on skin, the layered scents weaving a cocoon of triumph and anticipation ahead of the feast. Junko's army of Handmaidens mirroring them as Phaidor was right there looking down at the war bride and offered a nod of her head. "Beautiful." She said it and Barca was there as well as Kenzo even following as the large cathar warior gave a nod of her head.

 

[Junko Ike]

As the handmaidens complete their gentle ministrations Aqua easing the princess's lavender gown from her shoulders with reverent care, Maki setting aside the bowl of warmed oil, and Kiyomi adjusting the crimson pillows for perfect comfort Princess Junko steps forward, her long hair flowing like silken starlight down her back, the pale warmth of her skin glowing softly in the chamber's golden light. Freed from the clinging silk, she moves with graceful authority toward the massive hovering bed, her eyes fixed on the war bride with growing fascination, drawing close enough now to truly appreciate the gift up close for the first time.

Up close, the war bride's allure unfolds in breathtaking clarity as Junko looks down with her handmaidens and the others, her brides flawlessly smooth and unmared ebony skin shimmering with a deep, velvety gloss from the scented oils, each curve illuminated in exquisite detail as if polished by devoted hands. THe signs of her skill as she never took injuries in battle. Reclining in her languid pose one knee drawn up, body arched subtly to accentuate the generous swell of her hips and the full, rounded perfection of her form she radiates a magnetic warmth that draws the princess closer. The ample softness of her chest rises and falls with measured breaths, pressing gently into the crimson velvet, while the smooth gleam of her shaved head highlights the elegant strength of her neck and the refined angles of her face.

 

[Junko Ike]

High, sculpted cheekbones, boldly arched brows framing dark eyes that burn with quiet intensity and blissful surender, and full lips parted in a soft, inviting smile that reveals a hint of white teeth. At the base of her spine, the aurodium palace crest catches the light with every subtle shift a intricate motif of intertwined kyber shards and blooming vines, gleaming like liquid aurodium against her rich skin, marking her as a treasured conquest willingly claimed. The heady fusion of jasmine and sandalwood rises warmly from her body, enveloping Junko as she leans in, the war bride's half-lidded gaze meeting hers directly now, alight with eager anticipation and a profound, sensual devotion that transforms former pride into exquisite offering.

As the ebony-skinned war bride reclines on the crimson velvet, oiled skin glistening under the golden light, her mind swirls with conflicting currents resigned bliss, sharp nostalgia, and quiet resolve. Her thoughts unfold in vivid fragments: She was here but she remembered the battle of Jar'kai, the empire throwing tens of thousands of soldiers at multiuple shields... the layers were there and even with field disruptors in the drop pods... they still sent all of the forces at a single location. The drop pods overwhelmed as they smacked into each other, into thick stone she has only learned now was able to take orbital bombardment and lightsabers could barely scratch let alone cut.