The Dark Academy on Korriban

"It'z not so much about the amount of power, but the time I can bask in it. Alzo, back on Korriz, being a Farro, I have far greater access to zuch vergences. Mein family, deep in itz lore ewen haz methods of ritually creating zuch vorticies....temporarily of course."

"I see. Then I suppose there is nothing that I can do to make you not feel homesick aside from distract you from it," he says as he slips on top of her. "Where did that knife get to?"

"I zuppose you'll have to find it." She lay their taking a moment to glance at the time. Eventually she would have to prepare for class. She sighed but, for the moment, enjoy herself.

"But don't vorry. It'z not about replacing, or distracting. Remember I have infinite patience. I'll be back on Korriz again und be refreshed. But zhere'z a certain delight in pleazure denied. Ezpecially vhen giwen zhese tastez of zhe wild every zo often."

After a bit of very enjoyable searching he eventually finds the knife and smiles at her widely. "Let's play a game. We close our eyes, connect our emotions, and through them try to guess where the other is cutting themselves."

"I've played a game like zhis, only not quite vith zuch elements." She didn't explain further, instead closer her eyes and slowly relaxing to better connect with her current companion. "Let us try zhis little game of yourz, zhough, you should know zhat I can sense every part of you. But I suppose I can blind myself to make zhe game fair."

She smirked and lifted her hands away from him, pouring her senses instead, into him, to feel what he felt.

Zeno reached out with his senses as well, and she could feel excitement, passion and a hint of exhaustion. It had been a long day after all.

Suddenly there is a sense of pleasurable pain, like a drop of water in a pool. It radiates and slowly disperses. There is a sense from him that one of his extremities feels it.

"Touch it."

True to her word she did not use the full gamut of her power, and cut herself off from that knowledge that sense his presence, his body, and his motions. The pangs, however, were not just a minor feeling, but shared by her. She gasped as the knife slid across his thigh and her hand reached down to touch the same spot on her own leg.

But when he spoke, she took her other hand and traced the sanguine line where he'd drawn the blade on his own body.

Zeno then reaches down and puts the knife in her hand, keeping his eyes closed, resting his forehead on hers.

She took it, and in a deft maneuver, nicked her Sith-blooded bed-mate along the back of the hand.

"Oops," she mocked with her usual smirk. Then, with a slow breath she cleared her mind. It was a placid pool, not overwhelmed with those savage urges. Instead it held a deep quiet, like being submerged deep in water. The sound of the body was all you could hear.

Then, a sudden flash of ecstasy brought on by the sharp edge of the knife as it released her lifeblood and with it a part of her essence. The sensation was almost stabbing, coming like a flash and then gone, returned to the quiet blackness of her calm mind.

Zeno concentrated and tried to feel where it was on her body but the ecstasy overwhelmed his mind for a moment, making it hard to concentrate. He considered it for a few more moments then thought back to when he could sense her pleasure the most during their... rituals. As he reached there he felt no blood. "I've lost this round," he says, opening his eyes with a smile so that he could see where she actually had made the cut.

"I believe you got vhat you vanted, you just lost zhe game," she smiled up at him with a slice along her clavicle. You vished it to be elsevhere, I can tell. Perhaps I should have gone vhere you dezired. But zhen zhat iz not zhe vay of zhe game." She bit at his ear and drew him down close to her, placing the blade in his hand as she did so. A stab of primal eagerness met his mind.

"Indeed. I'm no sore loser. Even a loss can have it's advantages," he says with a devilish smirk. He then closes his eyes and puts his head next to hers. The feeling that she gave him was delicious. But the sensation that she got from him next was sharp, and very clearly metallic, with just the slightest hint of a squirm out of both pleasure and pain.

There was a slight gasp as Jun-Tsu felt the flood of sensation, "How curious. You do enjoy your blended pleasures."

Her hand rose up and hovered above the two of them. It twisted and coiled as she tried to figure out where he might have cut. "I hope you didn't harm anyzhing important."

"Who needs an eye anyway," he says with a chuckle. Eventually when she reaches his mouth she can can feel the droplets of blood on his lower lip and the tip of his tongue protruding from between.

"Oh good, it iz just your tongue, I can liwe vithout zhat. Not an important body part." She bit her lip lightly as her tongue passed over it to taste the coppery tang.

"Are you sure? You know what I can do with it," he replies as he traces the dull side of the knife from her belly button to her sternum.

"It iz zomezhing of a blessing und a curze, iz it not." It wasn't a question.

"I zuppose I vould prefer zhat you keep it...for now." She opened her eyes to glance once more at the time. A soft sigh left her almost as a reflex. "I zuppoze I should begin to get up. I must get to zhe library. Lord Savas has appointed me librarian as vell as organizer it zeems."

"Veel vree to stay here in mein bed. It might be preferable to exerting zhe effort to clothing a body vhich, und I vill only zay thiz v'once, v'one I much prefer disrobed."

"I'll stay here and take a short nap," he says with a nod. "I'll need it. So much killing and death today. I'll sleep like a baby for an hour, with the sweetest of dreams. Us slaughtering and bathing in blood. Dragging the spirit of victims kicking and screaming from their bodies. Grand rituals requiring the coordinated execution of thousands." He smiles as he lays down and closes his eyes, the knife resting on his chest.

She sat up on her side and then worked her way over him to get off the bed. With an idle hand she pulled back her long hair, long enough that she had clearly not had it cut in a decade. Sitting on the bed's edge she began to coil it and pin it so that it hung loose but bundled, easy enough to slip her veil over it when the time came. But for now she had to set out for a cleansing.

Throwing some simple robes on she turned back to Zeno. She thought to say something but decided to let him sleep. She sensed his weariness and in all honesty she kind of enjoyed the sight of him beginning to drift off, naked, and in her bed. So, she slipped out to head for the showers. So early she was sure to be the only one.

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