Star Wars The Old Republic

"There are no Women like You. I would Murder them all for You" he says, still staring in her eyes.

 

‘Why do I get the feeling they’d give you quite some trouble,’ Mysa chuckled, ‘Maybe you would serve me better if I took away that pesky libido of yours? I can’t have you drooling over me while you should be doing your job.’

 

Kate smiles politely while thinking, "Noisy?" She then shakes her head lightly, "Yes, I just came here to say. Thank you for inviting us to your feast, but I'll excuse myself now."

 

"I wont dissapoint You My Lady. I never have and Never Will."

 

‘We will see,’ Mysa snickered, she dug her nail into his cheek till it drew a drop of blood. The Sith forced him to his feet and removed her hand. ‘Oh, did I do that?’ She giggled and leaned in to lick the blood off his cheek and then off her nail, ‘Be careful now, Goth. Your blood is delicious.’

 

Goth shivers as she licks his cheek and looks at her.

"I would do anything for more....anything for a Kiss" he approaches her closely

 

‘How could I resist such a handsome man,’ Mysa laughed and approached him. She draped on arm on his shoulder and laid the other on his chest. Mysa leaned in and pressed a kiss on his lips, while her hand slid down to his cock in his trousers.

 

Goth moans, full with Desire. He wraps his Arms around her and kisses her Passionately.

 

Having reeled the idiot in, Mysa bit down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood. At the same time she used a fair amount of force lightning on his genitals. The Sith drew back and laughed evilly, ‘I hope that was worth it.’

 

Goth squells in pain, holding his crotch while falling on The Floor.

"Mhmgf....One Day You beg me To Fuck You, mark My Words!"

 

Ursa nods at Kate. Sabine still Drinks Beer and is obviously Drunk.

"Kaaaateeee Kaaatyyy Kaaaateee"

Ursa facepalms

 

Mysa licked her lips from his blood and grinned, ‘What’s this? I thought you would do anything for a kiss? A little blood donation and enduring some pain should not be too much to ask.’ She sat down again in her seat, ‘You didn’t know when to quit trying your luck, Goth, I know how you have looked at me since you were assigned to me. You really think it would be that easy?’

 

He stands up, ignoring The Pain

"I never expected it to be easy. I serve You....I just wish for More. An Hour together without our Uniforms"

 

‘You wish? How nice,’ Mysa chuckled, ‘Why do you deserve “perfection” as you call it, and why would I open my legs for your of all people? The pilot in the cockpit serves me too, why are you more worthy than him?’

 

Goth stands before her.

"Because I serve You without Question while he stutters in fear and wouldnt dare to say what I think. Because I killed for You who You pointed at while he only sits with his fat Arse in a Cockpit."

 

‘Oh, so you feel entitled to my cunt because you do your job?’ Myse smirked, ‘Maybe I should rather request a raise for you.’

 

Goth shooks his head

"I dont care about Ranks....I care about this" he walks forward and spreads her legs and kneels down.

"Unless a Higher Rank would grant me access to Your Prize...?"

 

Kate chuckles, and points at Sabine, "Perhaps I should also take her to her room?" She asked Ursa.

 

‘Only the Emperor could order me to do this, so unless you plan to overthrow him for my affections ...,’ Mysa laughed, ‘I suppose you aleast earned a look.’ The Sith glacially lifted the split skirt over her loins, showing she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He hairless sex was crowned by a deep-black tuft of hair.

 

Ursa nods

"Yes be so Kind and bring her in her Chambers....Second Floor the Last Door. The Painted Mess she calls Room."

"Meeeeesssss? Mooooommm soooo Eviiill. Isnt shhheee Eviiiiil Kateeee Katyyyy?"