The Tower of Prophecy

[Ax'no]

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Location: Tower of Prophency, Voss-Ka​

Unlike some of her recent trips, the Caprine Priestess from Iktotch had traveled to Voss to do her own research on the Voss Mystics. This took her to the Voss Temple and the Tower of Prophecy, the latter of which she stood before.

For the most part, she had moved about Voss, the well-protected headquarters of the Silver Sanctum Coalition, unimpeded. The darkside of the Force was just a flicker within her. If she concentrated hard enough she could feel others on the planet who carried a more malevolent aura – whether they were in hiding or Grey Jedi living among the strict lightsiders, it wasn’t apparent. Either way, Briga hadn’t killed or slaughtered. In fact, she was quite naïve to the galaxy at large, having just left Iktotch for the first time recently. But purity was something that escaped her. And it probably would continue since she’d been courting the upper echelons of the One Sith Order to create alliances that would further her cause.

Once inside, she shuffled along quietly with the other pilgrims in the Tower, until they arrived at the building’s focal point – a giant, opaque blue crystal where seers, mystics, prophets and just those wanting to meditate or reflect could gather.

“I wonder,” said Briga to her favorite handmaiden, Saira. “If this is the true place of prophecy in Tower.”

“What do you mean, Priestess?”

She raised her clawed hand to the crystal. The horned mystic sensed a breeze in the air, but no energy or power emanating from the gargantuan mineral.

“I feel nothing here. Come. There must be another place in the Tower where the mystics did their work.” Briga glanced around at the large room and various hallways, not looking for exits, but subtle and unobtrusive openings that would lead her deeper into the Tower.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

A little ways away but still within earshot of the Caprine Priestess and her handmaidens sat a cross-legged teenage Zeltron, clad in standard Padawan robes. To the observer, it may have appeared a little strange to see one of her race—and so young—meditating with a look of practiced serenity on her face. In reality, she wasn’t at peace at all.

Some things came more difficult to Joza than others. She liked wielding a lightsaber, so she practiced. Because she practiced, she got better. She could pick up a training weapon at nearly any reasonable point in the day and perform consistently with it…unfortunately, meditation was a different beast all together. Put simply, she couldn’t just sit down and meditate whenever—she had to be in the mood for it or else it was boring. It wasn’t as if she didn’t try, but perhaps she tried a little too hard at times. This happened to be one of those times.

The pink-tinted young woman had made the journey to the Tower of Prophecy in hopes of being able to center herself better there. Sadly, her mind just did not want to cooperate. It was too active, picking up all of the different sounds around the tower and replaying her most recent duel against another Padawan, going over her mistakes.

Holding back a frustrated sigh lest she disturb the peace, Joza untangled herself and slowly rose to her feet. That was enough attempted meditation for now, maybe checking out the rest of the tower would get her into the mood for some deep thought. At the very least, she should know more about the planet she now called home.

[SIZE=10.5pt]“I feel nothing here. Come. There must be another place in the Tower where the mystics did their work.”[/SIZE]

Peering around, green eyes landed on a pretty woman with…horns? She’d seen many different species as tourists on her home world of Zeltros, but never someone quite like this horned woman. Tearing her eyes away quickly, her gaze settled on the large crystal for a few moments in hopes that that her staring would go unnoticed. What does she want with the work of the Voss Mystics? Curiosity bubbled in her mind and got the best of her. Before she knew it, the young Zeltron found herself approaching the horned beauty.

“First time on Voss? Or have you been here before?” Her voice and smile were gentle and warm, as socially practiced as she was. When she’d first come to Voss, she was still in an awkward stage where she often didn’t know what to say to others. Now that she’d grown stronger, more personality from the dancer on Zeltros began to show. Her eyes swept over the Caprine, inquiring and analytical.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Unlike Padawan Perl, Briga was able to meditate for long periods of time, except perhaps after a scrying session where then, once able to relax, her mind honestly felt like Boma-mush. Sometimes her prophetic visions knocked the Living Force out of her! But when her concentration was the worst, it was also because the Caprine mystic was bored as well, her doldrums only satiated by pleasures of a more carnal variety.

At the musical sound of the Jedi’s voice, Briga whirled around. “A Zeltron! Is there nothing more Dionysian than a pink-skinned humanoid from Zeltros? I think not!” the horned Caprine exclaimed, with a short burst of laughter to follow. “Saira, you should take some tips from her.” The smaller Asti, clearly a servant to Briga, beamed at the Zeltron and took a step towards her as though she’d just received permission to go to an infamous Zeltros music festival. “Not now of course,” the female mystic said in a sterner voice.

“This is my first time to Voss, my child.” Briga was not much older than the red-haired padawan, but in her real form, Ax’no, the harvest goddess of Caprine, she was immortal. The pink-fleshed creature was attractive - a hallmark of her race. “I suppose those Voss Mystics would have had a difficult time concentrating around you. As monastic as they were," she sighed with a hint of disdain.

Briga glanced around, her amber eyes darting as though she was suspiciously looking for an exit. She then faced the padawan again and said, “I’m just a tourist, here to see the sights.” The amused smirk on Saira’s face betrayed her lie, but the shorter handmaiden couldn’t help it – it always tickled her to see her mistress squirm her way out of trouble.

“Do you know your way around the Tower?” she asked. “Maybe you can be my tour guide for a few moments?”

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

“Oh?” Joza was taken aback by the woman’s exclamation, eyes widening in subtle surprise. What…did she just call me? The mild shock faded from her gaze quickly, and all she could manage was a disarming smile toward the handmaiden identified as Saira. Whoever these women were, they seemed friendly which played on her naturally social nature.

I…child? A short chuckle escaped her lips at the mention of her distracting the Mystics. “I should hope not. I try to be as subtle as I can manage while here. Not much to look at during meditation.” She gestured to her robes with a sweeping motion of her hand. Though her tone was good natured, there was something in the back of her mind that bristled when her race was automatically associated with hedonistic pursuits. As much as she disliked it, Joza proudly wore the too-conservative and sometime itchy Padawan robes and kept her makeup to a bare minimum. What, a girl can’t indulge in a little mascara every once in a while?

Still, it wasn’t as if she never gave in to her racial tendencies. Maintaining balance was harder than she’d like to admit, but her time in the Sanctum helped to even her out.

Tilting her head a little closer, Joza’s gaze followed Briga’s with curiosity. A bit of suspicion pricked at her chest but she wouldn’t let it completely mar her view of the horned woman. Even a Jedi’s instincts could be wrong at times, she figured.

“I’m afraid I only come here to meditate beside the crystal.” She waved a hand vaguely toward the large blue mineral, an apologetic note in her voice. “But I wouldn’t mind exploring the open areas of the tower with you.” A pause, then a tilt of her head in proper greeting. “Ah, I’m Joza. Forgive my curiosity, but I’ve never seen someone like you and your…friends…before. Might I ask where you’re from?”

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

“Oh I imagine you are just as distracting in an acid-beet sack. Sometimes the more understated the better, eh Saira?” Briga said, giving her handmaiden a knowing look. The horned Caprine herself was as enshrouded as she could be in clothing – quite colorful and ornately patterned vestments of an almost religious nature.

Spoiler

In looking at her dress and mannerisms, one wouldn’t even think that she would be familiar with hedonism. But Padawan Perl was astute to sense there was a sinister underbelly lurking beneath the hard ascetic shell.

“Wonderful!” Briga said with a gruff edge to her voice. “We are called Caprine and our species is a distant relation to the Iktotchi. Like those horned seers, we also live on Iktotch in the Expansion Region." But the mystic appeared manic for a moment, determined, and a tad obsessed with her search. “I bet we can find more than just crystals to mediate in front of. The ancient Voss Mystics likely used other tools for divination,” she continued as they swiftly snaked their way deeper into the Tower, eventually climbing a winding, circular staircase. The corridor widened again, but it was hushed and quiet with less for tourists to gawk at. Certainly the structure had security, but it was likely in the form of droids and padawan sentinels who were currently somewhere else.

“Cards, water, augury… even going on a solo quest… all of these are tools which can be used to interpret future events. So there has to be something else around here… ah, there we go.”

The horned mystic found a cavernous room with a large pool of water in the center. “Too small to be used for athletics. It’s perhaps touted as a ritual cleansing basin,” she mused aloud. “But I suspect, it could be used for scrying."

“Are we really going to go to Zeltros, Priestess?” Saira asked hopefully. Her mistress sighed at the sudden change of subject. “Zeltros is not a place for a goddess,” she said sternly. Briga then tucked her clawed hands into her volumimous sleeves, cocked her head, and asked Padawan Perl, “Maybe you can describe your home-planet for my dearest Saira? She would so like to go there one day. Are you as obsessed with love as your pink counterparts are?”

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

A-an acid beet sack?! Even if it wasn’t Briga’s intention, the Zeltron’s pride was wounded at being compared to such a thing. As much as she was learning to behave like a proper Jedi, she still retained some of her vanity. Recovering her smile quickly, Joza bounced back and watched the Caprine carefully. Something about her was off, but the Padawan couldn’t bring herself to walk away, and laying her suspicion blatantly at the woman’s feet likely wouldn’t go well either.

At a bit of a loss of what to do, Joza settled on simply watching the horned woman for now. While she could not immediately sense any hostility, she kept a portion of her focus on her natural empathetic abilities, waiting for a detectable change. Priestess? Goddess? The situation was becoming a bit more bizarre than she had imagined, but she decided to honor the request. Many of the other Padawans had yet to visit her home world, so she was used to having to describe it.

“Native Zeltrons are…” She paused, taking her eyes off of the Caprine women for a moment in thought. “…pleasure seeking, amorous creatures.” She finished as her gaze settled on to the Priestess and her handmaiden once more. The words felt almost foreign on her tongue, as disassociated from her own race she felt by now. “They—we can release pleasure pheromones, giving Zeltros the distinction of The Pleasure Planet. There are as many brothels, spas and clubs as there are resorts in the quieter areas. Really, quite a popular place for tourists. Many come for the relaxing features and natural hedonism of Zeltrons.”

A pause, another thoughtful look as she finished her explanation and moved on to the tougher question, her mind already over-analyzing the situation. Is she truly curious or is she trying to distract me? “Ah,” She smiled, a bit of the warmth draining from her face as she spread her hands to the side. “Obsessions are not typically condoned by the Jedi.” She left it at that, not exactly willing to go into how she was caught in a struggle between her own nature and aspirations with a stranger.

“If I may, Priestess,” She moved to stand in front of the two Caprine, her posture non-threatening but still unyielding. “I don’t believe we’re supposed to be exploring this part of the tower without proper permission. Come, shall we return to the lower levels? I’d love to hear about what it is you do.” Her smile was still present, less congenial and more insistent.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

At the description of Zeltrons, Briga tried to suppress a smile. She’d never been to the fun-loving, hedonistic planet. It wasn’t really the type of pilgrimage a Priestess would make, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to go there someday. If only she could go incognito…

In any case, she said, “Ah, the pursuit of physical pleasure. It’s something I know little about.” This caused Saira to giggle almost uncontrollably, until Briga’s annoyed visage quieted her servant. Completely ignoring Padawan Perl’s advisement of going back down to the lower levels, the Caprine began undressing, Saira bouncing over to help her mistress out of her voluminous garments. She spoke slowly as she stepped from the colorful, patterned dress as it puddled on the floor beneath her. It clearly didn’t seem to bother the horned mystic in the slightest to be completely nude in a public place where anyone would come walking in at any time.

“That’s too bad… about obsessions,” Briga continued, stepping gingerly into the pool of water. She made a sucking sound through her teeth and gave a throaty laugh. “Oh that’s very cold.” Another pause. “But you know there are many religious rituals that condone obsessive behavior. Chanting, for example. Or atonement for sins.”

“I think I’ll try a little bit of both… ritual cleansing and scrying,” she said, smirking. “Care to join me? Or would that fall within other behavior that the Silver Sanctum does not condone?” The horned mystic stretched out in the pool of water on her belly, crossing her arms against the side of the pool, laying her head down to watch if Padawan Perl was interested at all in taking an unscheduled dip in the pool.

Likely the girl would decline, thought Briga. But she was a Zeltron after all. Would she fall back upon the familiar habits of her species and throw caution to the wind, or would she remain composed, refusing the offer?

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

That went well. Joza didn’t like being ignored, but she held herself back from scowling at the Caprine for the time being. It would not do well to let someone get to her, even if it wasn’t a difficult task. Coming to terms with the situation for a moment, she accepted her lack of experience and presence—as much as she wanted to hurry up and become a wise Jedi Master. But that was a long way off, and deep down Joza didn’t know if it was what she really wanted.

A thin red brow arched as Briga began undressing, the vibrant cloak pooling to the temple floor in a colorful puddle. Joza sucked in a breath through her teeth at nearly the same time the Priestess did, entering the frigid waters. As strange as this situation was becoming, her own morbid curiosity wouldn’t let her leave. There was something about Briga that pulled her in— perhaps it was the transcendent aura around the Caprine, or perhaps it was her nudity. As sage-like as she tried to appear, Joza couldn’t help but eye the horned woman’s graceful figure up and down as she slid into the waters. Jedi first, Zeltron second. She had to remind herself harshly, lest she lose her way.

Unable to figure out if she was surprised or not at Briga’s request, Joza was caught off guard that her first thought was to disrobe and enter the ritual pool herself. Ashamed as she was for having these thoughts, the Zeltron would let out a sigh of near defeat and shook her head. “I’m afraid that I don’t like cold water.”

Still, she made no move to stop the Caprine, and with once last glance at the vacant doorway, moved to sit cross-legged by the edge of the pool. Bit by bit, she was letting her curiosity get the best of her. “Might you explain what you plan on doing?” If she was suspicious, her tone did not display it.

While she might be able to explain her way out of this situation if caught, she’d likely be thrown out of the Sanctum if she were to be found skinny dipping with a Priestess—Goddess?—in the Tower of Prophecy. But the danger of being caught was oh so enticing, more so than she’d like to admit.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Briga was slightly surprised at the pretty Zeltron's curious glances. She figured under all of that rough hewn clothing and minimal makeup there was a chaste Jedi lurking. But the mystic knew that the Zeltron population was carefree and hedonistic.

The girl wanted to join in; she could feel her longing from where she sat but whether it was genuine or rooted in Zeltros nostalgia, she didn't know.

"I'm only bathing," said Briga trying out her most innocent look on the red-haired siren. "I imagine the cold water feels good on your pink skin, despite it's temperature. It's quite refreshing," the horned mystic said. Was she trying to tempt Jora into the pool?

Possibly.

The girl came closer, fascinated or perhaps just a routine reaction to univesral beings having fun.

"There is nothing you need to fear, little one," Briga said, laying back against the pool, stretching her long equine legs. Suddenly Saira splashed into the pool as well and took up the space opposite her mistress.

"Come join us," the Carpine mystic said with a predatory smile.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Stop that. Don’t give me that look. Joza didn’t believe the Caprine woman’s innocent look for one second, irritated with herself that it was working. Her body nearly twitched as anticipation swelled in her chest, and she knew that long before she moved, she had given in.

Intrigue surged through her body, firing from her tailbone and spreading into a familiar warmth in her chest. The horned mystic was like a damned snake charmer. As much as Joza resented her for it, as much as she knew she was being manipulated to a degree, she stood slowly and slid a hand into the shoulder of her robes.

The young Jedi oddly took her time in disrobing, taking the care to fold her robes and tuck the hilt of the saber neatly within the folds. She made note of its position should she need to use it before smoothing back her red hair and rising slowly. She felt no shame in displaying her nude body, even feeling a sense of pride at having a small audience. With the grace and footwork of a dancer, she took her first steps into the pool.

A wince crossed her feature briefly as the frigid waters touched her skin, but she quickly descended up to just below her chest. Goosebumps pricked along her skin as her body reacted naturally to the cold, dying down as she began to get accustomed to the chill. Finally, she risked a glance over at the Caprine women, the curiosity evident in her darkening eyes.

“Now what?” She was guarded still, and would likely be fully unable to let herself fall back into familiar feeling as her sense of pride would not allow it. Still, Joza tried to ignore the part of her that wanted to climb out of the pool, cover as much skin as possible and mediate until she felt clean again. But the Priestess had played on her primal urges, and the Zeltron was desperate for a taste of forbidden fruit.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

With fascination, Briga watched the pink-skinned near-human undress slowly. She had an athletic body, toned from Jedi training and perhaps other pursuits. The horned Caprine bit one of her claws as she watched Joza approach, making a clicking sound on her teeth as she tapped them.

“That’s it,” said the mystic. “Feel the cool water on your flesh. Ablution is a lot like meditation in a way. I am sure the Voss Mystics have used this pool for centuries to do the same.”

The Caprine was no longer interested in divination - not when there was a much more alluring proposition right in front of her. Her maiden was abnormally quiet, just watching the exchange between her mistress and the Padawan.

The only sound in the room was the water shifting as Briga slid over to Joza.

“You can cleanse yourself with the elements as well… air, fire, even earth, if you care to have a mud bath,” the horned woman said, smiling. “But water is the best cleansing agent.”

The girl was fully lightsided, but there was an element of… perhaps mischief? She wasn’t dark by any means, but that wasn’t to say she would not be tempted by it. Briga chalked it up to her racial heritage, because it certainly wasn’t the monastic Jedi that taught the lovely Zeltron it was okay to go splashing around in random Voss pools with strangers. Suddenly Saira procured a small, colorful scarf and handed it to her mistress. Briga slowly and carefully wet the scarf and rung it out. She then, again carefully not to startle her captive audience member, slid the scarf over the side of Joza’s rosy shoulder, just beginning to wash the girl. She would continue if allowed, but Briga knew better than to force anything. Not when the Zeltron was already intrigued and perhaps, willing to experiment.

"Our flesh burns at times. But by cleansing it, we can extinguish the fire... only momentarily, of course."

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

The encouraging words did little to help urge her into the pool, in fact they made her a bit more leery of the situation. But she had already disrobed and entered the water, so backing out now would look twice as awkward.

At the mention of the elements, Joza perked up and fixed the Caprine with a curious gaze. “Can you wield the elements, Priestess?” Water made sense, but she did wonder how fire or even air could be used for ritualistic cleansing. She’d heard of beings that were able to control such things—witches?—but had yet to encounter any. Still, her fascination was less of a passing curiosity and more of a deep intrigue.

Joza made no move to pull away, but she was absolutely on alert as the horned mystic moved closer, scarf in hand. Still, she sensed no malice or immediate warning in the Force, so she allowed the contact. Green eyes swept down to the scarf at her shoulder, and she submerged her body another few inches into the icy water. It was beginning to feel quite nice actually, but she couldn’t be sure if she was just getting used to the water, or if it was the physical contact. As silly as it sounded in her head, it had been quite a while since the Zeltron experienced a more intimate interaction.

“How long does cleansing take?”

Given the circumstances, Joza felt that this situation would lead to anything but cleansing.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Briga could tell that the Jedi was getting a little skittish, so she stopped washing her pink skin and held out the scarf to her. “It can last as short or long as you want it to,” she answered. “Ritual cleansing is to purify your body and soul. Although some of us need more purification than others, right Saira?”

Up until now, the nymph was very quiet, but this comment elicited a round of giggles from her – clearly an inside joke between the two of them. “Let’s just say the Priestess bathes A LOT,” said Saira, still snickering. Briga silenced her abruptly with a withering look. To keep the girl interested – because the Caprine Acolyte did have a plan for her – she turned around with her back facing the Zeltron. Trust was something she needed to gain if this was to work as intended.

“Try it on my back instead,” she offered. “And for the elements… I hadn’t forgotten your question. While I’m not an elementalist, I hope to study those spells someday and become stronger in the use of fire and lightning.” This was the first hint, aside from the slightly malicious aura she had, that she was, indeed, a darksider. But Briga quickly recovered her faux pas: “The Jedi have used fire for centuries in ceremonial rituals.” As she spoke her words, she reached out with the Force to soothe Joza’s mind with a Mind Trick, making not only the Caprine more alluring than she was, but also making the thought of washing her downy, fur-lined back sound more enticing. Like an Anzati hypnotizes its prey, or even a how a Zeltron uses pheromones, Briga concentrated her efforts in pinpointing the girl’s mental weaknesses and taking full advantage of them by planting the seeds of lust.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza took the scarf when offered, weaving the pretty fabric between her fingers idly as Briga turned. She allowed her eyes to roam the gentle curves of the Caprine’s back, but made no movement until she felt the telltale feel of induced relaxation. Her own pheromones had a similar effect, but she did not resist the familiar feeling. It was welcome by her—greatly, even. Perhaps, all I need to do is relax a bit…

“Stronger? So you’ve already begun to study sorcery?” With slow, deliberate movements, Joza dipped the scarf beneath the waters to wet it again. Wringing it slightly, she brought it to the back of horned woman’s shoulder and brazenly slid it down the side of her body, feeling the curves and slope of her back as she did so. The embers in her chest flickered to life, a small fire warming her body in the cold pool. It was a familiar, enticing feeling—one that she surrendered her senses to, though not fully. The young Zeltron was no stranger to her own lust, but kept her head above water for the time being.

Drifting a bit closer, Joza let her heated breath drift against the Priestess’ neck. “And the Sith are fond of lightning.” A husky chuckle escaped her lips as she slid the cloth along the small of the Mystic’s back, bringing it upwards once more to feel the curvature of her body to the base of her neck. "Or, so I hear."

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Now that Briga could sense the Zeltron relaxing at her mental manipulations, the Caprine allowed herself a deep inhale of the Jedi’s pheromones - almost as a reward for her near-predatory seduction technique. Priestess Tiin hadn’t much experience with the pink-skinned near-humans, but she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the potent effect the little siren had on her.

Keep your head about you now, she thought. For the love of Ax’no, don’t let yourself be swayed by this momentary pleasure - as intense as it is. Her wits and concentration could not flee now.

But it was difficult. Desire was one of Briga’s weaknesses, being that when it was served to her on silver platter like a rare and savory delicacy, she wouldn’t be able to refuse it. The touch of the scarf tickling her spine, moving into the divot above her short bovidae tail, was divine. Enticed by her soft breath on her neck and her careful hands as they caressed the Caprine’s back with only the barest of fabric between them, Briga scooted closer to Joza, settling almost in her lap. They weren’t touching before, but now they were. Skin to skin.

Most of the Priestess’s original thoughts of what she wanted to do had momentarily fled, and she allowed her head to roll back, sighing at Joza’s continued touch. Until the Jedi mentioned something about the Sith, which caused her long ears to prick.

“Are they?” asked Briga in a faux-innocent voice. “What do you know about the Sith. Have you met any? And if so, what were they like?"

While she wasn’t fearful of it, she did hope that no one would stroll into the room unawares. While the two women were having a conversation, they were both undressed and underwater. The subtext was clear. And what they were doing in the pristine Voss temple would surely be frowned upon. But the fact that they were frolicking together, Jedi and Sith on such ancient, hallowed ground, filled Briga with an intense thrill, and she was certain that the Padawan felt the same. But still, how could a Jedi, upholder of the light and all that is moral and good, be such a temptress? Briga may have found some answers about the Voss Mystics, but her questions over the Silver Sanctum and how they were training their Force users were certainly growing.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

“Hmm~” Joza hummed pleasantly as she slid the scarf between the Caprine’s shoulder blades. In contrast to her earlier warier behavior, the Zeltron was taking her sweet time in washing the Priestess. As much as she tried to maintain a more wholesome lifestyle, she couldn’t help but enjoy indulging in a bit of ritual bathing. It was actually quite easy to remain chaste within the Jedi—there wasn’t much about them that lured her back into her old way of life. And now she might have been feeling a bit guilty for allowing herself to slip into something more familiar, but the guilt refused to rise to the surface.

Familiar. Not necessarily the situation—she could say with certainty that she’d never washed a horned Preistess/Goddess in a sacred temple—but the feeling it evoked. When Briga pressed back against her, a tingle of electricity surged through Joza’s body and she nearly paused, the hand holding the cloth trembling for a beat. She exhaled audibly, bringing her other submerged hand around to slip across the Mystic’s waist. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she drew the Caprine’s body closer, her own voluptuous chest pressing against her back.

“Hmm,,,” Joza dragged the cloth up Briga’s long neck slowly as she hummed in thought. “I know that they prefer to use their emotions as a source of power. I’ve had contact with a few, a…mixed bag, if you will.” She rolled her eyes upwards for a brief moment as she considered the various Sith she’d met. “Some were violent, other more calm. But, they all had a…distinct feel about them. A malevolent feel.” She was practically purring at this point, shifting her head so that it was closer to the other woman’s ear. It had been so long, so long since she had the opportunity to give in to her baser desires.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Briga noticed the Zeltron's hand moving across her torso. She welcomed the girl's hand by placing her own atop of it, listening to her descriptions of the Sith. Had she encountered any real Sith was the question? In the Caprine's experience the Darksiders she knew were not malevolent. They were evil at their core.

But the horned mystic could not concentrate on a philosophical conversation about dark and light when there was so much more to enjoy... and merely inches away.

Briga turned around and raised her hands to Joza as though receiving alms. She then laced her hands around the back of the Zeltron's neck and dove in for a kiss. The mystic took her time, her tongue investigating the Jedi's soft mouth as long and as much as Joza would let her.

Once she pulled away, she said, nearly breathlessly: "Do you want to go to Iktotch with me? I can show you so many things. And you can show me what you know? About Zeltrons?" She ran her hands down the slope of Joza's pink shoulder, moving down under the water to touch more intimate parts of the girl.

"We can go right now," she said, reassuringly. "You just need to say yes."

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza made no move to pull away, slipping one arm around the small of the Caprine’s back as she delved forward for a kiss. The Zeltron welcomed her lips, refusing to stifle a moan against the other woman’s mouth. Her other hand would drop the scarf, fingers twining into Briga’s hair and brushing faintly against a horn.

As she pulled away, Joza tilted her head closer to return the kiss but stopped short upon hearing Briga’s breathy request. The Jedi’s pink lips would nip at the Mystic’s own before she gave pause to listen. The question seemed to pull the Padawan from her desire fueled trance, though only part way. As much as her body tingled and urged her to indulge in the Caprine, the idea of going off-world injected some reality into the situation for her. “No.” Joza shook her head, bangs shifting slightly with the movement. “Not now. I want you here and now.”

Still, the Zeltron made no move to entice her further. Leaving would take the spontaneity out of the moment and give her time to weigh her choices.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

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Joza’s touch felt like silk on her fur-lined skin. The pool water was lukewarm from their body heat, but it still was nice to feel the Zeltron’s heated flesh so close to hers. The scarf dropped from her pink fingertips and drifted towards Saira who had been quiet and servile this entire time.

After Briga’s kiss the girl bit her own bee-stung lips, making the Caprine smile and run her tongue over her top teeth. She did not want to go to Iktotch which wasn’t surprising to Briga. Perhaps she was overconfident right off the bat about her powers of persuasion? Or maybe the Zeltron had responsibilities she had to attend to later. Either way, the horned mystic ran her claws very lightly down Joza’s side – starting from her upper rib cage and slowly trailing her fingers down until her hand rested on the girl’s curvaceous hips. She leaned in and with a hoarse whisper said:

“Of course. Take me now.”

But Briga suddenly did the taking. She began a slow investigation with her tongue on Joza’s delicate ear and neck, peppering her with kisses as she licked. The Caprine’s hand, which was stationed on her pink-skinned hip explored a more forbidden realm. Using lips and fingertips, the mystic slowly teased Joza, applying soft pressure when she could feel the Zeltron’s body responding back. Every motion was fluid, each touch designed to heighten the anticipation of their two bodies coming together as one. The Zeltron Jedi would feel movement behind her as well, the sound of the water swirling. Saira, the silent handmaiden, came sliding up behind her and took the colorful scarf, now wrung dry, and placed it over Joza's eyes, fastening it so that it was snug enough to not fall off, but also not too restrictive.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza sucked in a breath from between her teeth as the Caprine’s clawed fingers gently raked down her side, not hard enough to cause any pain but firm enough to feel a light pressure. It was as if Briga’s nails had left residual sparks in their wake, as the path they’d taken caused the Jedi’s pink skin to tingle. Another jolt of electricity surged though her core at the horned woman’s words, and Joza moved forward for another kiss, her lips coming to rest against the other woman’s jaw line. She remained there for a few moments, upper row of teeth biting at her bottom lip before she pulled away and tilted her head back, arching her neck to give the exploring lips more access.

Joza began to wonder if this was some sort of religious tenant, because Briga was slowly making a believer out of her. Sinking deeper into the decadence, the Zeltron allowed her body to respond freely to the touches—though had enough of her mind about her to keep her vocal responses to a minimum. A soft mewl and a short gasp sometimes spoke more than a chorus of vigorous moans.

Although she could sense Saira moving towards her, the handmaiden was of little concern at the moment to the redhead. Even as the makeshift blind fold was secured across her eyes, she did not startle. Instead, her concentration was on pressing closer against Briga’s inviting hand, one of Joza’s own drifting up her soft back from the water. Though she was rapidly becoming more eager, the Zeltron restrained herself and ghosted a feather light touch up the Caprine’s back, her fingers just barely tickling her downy fur. She would continue to stroke slowly, occasionally letting her nails glide along her fur-lined skin.

[member="Briga Tiin"]