Arcorgy

The Priestess’ body shivered suddenly as she walked by a ventilation duct. Her violet flesh pricked up as though a million tiny insects had landed on her skin. The sensation was not unpleasant, but it made her feel very disturbed. As she continued her walk to the Mess Hall she noticed people acting strangely.

Arconans stood in the hallway, Journeyman and Elder alike tracing fingers over their bodies - and in many cases, those of others. Their breathing was labored and for a brief moment, K’tana actually thought there was something wrong. It was at that moment she realized she knew the look in their eyes.

Just then a tall, blond man stalked angrily towards incipient couples. He grabbed them, tore them from each other, threw them to the floor and went towards the next set. The Twi’lek narrowed her eyes and walked up to the man.

That was when she noticed the heat. Her body suddenly reacted more intensely than she had ever previously felt. Her skin was hot, her legs felt tight and her lips quivered. The large man was too blond, his eyes too blue and his skin too pale but none of it mattered. She wanted him.

With the grace of a dancer she took two rapid steps and leapt at him. Her body was furious, her mind in a lustful haze the likes of which she had never known and with the way the Human was grasping her ass, it seemed felt the same. He ground himself against her as she erupted into a sudden, uncontrollable wail.

Before she knew what happened she lay on the ground, writhing in agony and hearing an angry, rage filled growl.

Celevon stood over her, his fist clenched as he glared over at Timeros. Enraged the Elder started to charge Cel, arm outstretched. Before they made contact a black flash appeared, knocking the men away from each other. He looked at the Twi’lek with disdain as she made a scene on the floor, her back arching as she made lurid motions with one of her lekku.

Marick, Celevon and Timeros scowled, sizing one another up, when Atyriu swayed over. She passed close to Marick, tossing her braid at him over her shoulder as she knelt down between K’tana’s knees and began to kiss the other woman desperately. Their whimpers spurred the males to action and as Celevon grabbed Marick by the back of his hair, Timeros knelt down behind Atty, wrapping her braid in his fist as he pulled her mouth from the Twi’lek.

A instant of clarity hit the Priestess as she leaned up between the Miraluka and blond Human. The begging look in her eyes, the way she bit her lip and smirked caused them both to grin wickedly, as though they had the same thought as she.

The three stood up and Timeros started towards the closest room led by a coyly smirking Shadow Lady. K’tana walked between Celevon and Marick before gently laying her lips on each one, taking their hands and giving them an identical look that caused them both to follow the Entars.

As she trailed behind, her broken mind plotting evil deeds, she spotted a Kaleesh being pinned beneath a young Jedi with pale skin and dark hair. She pulled the man off of Skar and gave the Human a precise punch to the temple before grabbing the Obelisk by his collar and pulling him away.

The giant lizard was frantic, his primal growls and clawed hand spurring K’tana to the room as quickly as she could move. Her legs were turning liquid and her heart beat violently in her chest as she approached the door and stepped into the exquisite insanity in the room beyond.

Her mouth formed a cruel smile as she closed the door.

--( o )--( o )-- Four Hours Later--( o )--( o )--

The men crept and crawled out of the large, barely opened door and into the large corridor. Timeros held a stoic face, occasionally cringing as he forced his body to neither limp nor flinch. Marick’s face cracked, his beautiful cheekbones stained with dry tears.

A cage in the corner held a weeping Kaleesh. His eyes were red and burning from trying to keep them squeezed shut. Had his wrists not been tied to the bars, he would have tried to claw them out. Or at least cover his ears.

Inside the room two people lay on the bed being fed small slices of freen fruit by Atyriu. She was tangled in bedsheets and hung upside down from the tall bed frame. K’tana and Celevon lay on the bed looking smug. Occasionally one would create a giggle fit by chuckling to themselves.