"Reawakening, Part 1"
By: Dargus Kandran - Crimelord, Kandran Syndicate
Yelara Neerou - Shipyard Foreman
Location: Dargus' floating ship
Date: Selene 27, 3 ABY
***
Yelara shifted in bed, the silk sheets sliding across her naked flesh. Her
eyes flickered open but closed again as the artificial sunlight in the room
stabbed her eyes. She squinted, trying to take in a little light at a time
to give her eyes a chance to adjust. Slowly, her senses began to awaken.
The first thing she became aware of was Dargus' arm slung across her chest
with his hand cupping her breast. Even in his sleep, he only had one thing
on his mind.
Yelara gently removed Dargus' hand from across her chest and slinked out of
bed, making sure not to rouse him. She looked down at Dargus, sleeping
soundly and studied him for a moment. Watching him sleep with his features
relaxed and his face bereft of the scowl that always graced it, Yelara
almost saw an innocence in him. He seemed almost vulnerable and quite
handsome. She liked him this way, although she knew that once he awoke, he
would revert back to ruthless, old Dargus Kandran.
Dargus had kept his promise, however. The first day she shared his bed with
him, the creds he agreed to give her were deposited into the secret
account...an account belonging to the rebels. She had contacted Dannen,
secretly while Dargus was attending to business, and informed him of the
arrangements she had made. The man, of course, was ecstatic and curious as
to how she managed to pull it off. After all, one million creds and bacta at
a discount was not an easy feat. Yelara simply smiled at him and wished him
'good luck' before she ended the transmission and sighed, a content smile on
her face. She remembered that day; it made everything she would go through
with Dargus worthwhile.
Yelara strode away from the bed, wrapping her arms around her body. Dargus
had practically force fed her for an entire week, and it had worked. She
was getting back to her former weight slowly and her cheeks were regaining
their rosey complexion. Her thoughts went back to the week she had spent
with Dargus so far. They had slept together every night, Yelara naked, yet
Dargus had never even tried to force himself upon her. He had fed her, even
bathed her and through it all, he had been gentle and never once made her
feel uncomfortable. She had to admit, he was certainly doing a good job of
wooing her.
"Good morning," said a voice from the bed.
Yelara gasped quietly and turned around to face Dargus. She wondered how
long he had been watching her, but she didn't mind. Her body was no longer
as disgusting as it was when she was deathly underweight, so she could walk
around naked with pride again. "Good morning, Dargus. By the smile on your
face, either you slept very well, or you're glad to see me."
"Would you care to find out," he asked with a wolfish smile. "You look
ready to begin our two weeks together already."
Yelara grimaced as she continued pacing around the room. She wasn't ready
to get back into the swing of things with Dargus. She began rubbing her
arms with her hands, feeling so cold suddenly. Anxiety crept up within her
at the thought that she would inevitably have to get back into bed with
Dargus. "Right now? I mean, do we have to start right now? I'm not sure
if I'm feeling well yet," Yelara answered, rubbing her arms furiously now.
"Can't we wait...just a little while?"
"Until this afternoon then," he said with an air of finality.
Yelara laughed incredulously, shaking her head as she walked over to the
drawer Dargus had set aside for her new clothing. "You are so very kind,
Dargus. Waiting four more hours before pouncing on me... Such a
gentleman."
Yelara rifled through the drawer, spilling clothes onto the
floor and finally pulling out a pink sundress and slipping it over her head.
As it fell into place, Yelara sighed almost wearily. Dargus had bought all
her clothing in the size she wore before her weight had dropped and although
she had gained most of it back, she could still not fill in the clothing
completely. The straps on the dress kept sliding down her shoulders and it
simply hung limply on her. However, her cheek bones no longer protruded
sharply, and her arms and legs no longer looked like sticks. Her hips were
still not as curvacious as they had been before, but at least the dress
didn't merely slide off her body onto the ground.
"I think this dress needs
to be taken in an inch or four," Yelara muttered sourly as she bent over to
put on her sandals.
"Four hours is a generous offer, Yelara." He climbed from the bed and
approached her, not bothering to cover himself. "Now, the next two weeks,
you and I will be spending a good deal of time together. You are mine, and
I will take you when the whim strikes me. I will not harm you." He closed
the distance between them until his erection pushed the fabric of her dress
between her legs. "But, I do know you like it a little rough." He pushed
one of the straps from her sundress and dropped his hand down to cup one of
her breasts. He smiled into her eyes as he pinched at the nipple. "You
have a glorious body. I really don't think you should cover it with
clothes. Your beauty should be admired."
Yelara gently pushed Dargus' hand away and pulled up the strap. "You said
this afternoon, so not until then," she said sternly, moving past him. It
was unsettling how vulnerable she felt with Dargus towering over
her. "Besides, I'm not that beautiful anymore. I think my body is
punishing me for that little stunt I pulled. I'm still feeling a little
weak and as you can see, I'm having trouble getting back my, shall we say,
assets," she added, suggestively as she again pulled up the straps.
"I'm very sorry," he said with another wolf's grin. "You have the body any
man would want to ravage. You are recovering quite nicely, though slightly
on the skinny side. We'll have to get a little more meat on you. You want
a little flesh there when I take you." He brought a hand to her cheek and
trailed it down and over her lips. Oh, she would make a fine concubine.
Yelara's head dropped as she looked to the ground. "I'm beginning to wonder
why I did it in the first place. I mean, I could have chosen a different
way to deal with my depression, but starving myself just felt
more...fulfilling, somehow," she said quietly and with dejection.
"Well, make sure it never happens again. You're a beautiful woman, and
seeing you like that was painful. You have a natural light about you, and
that had almost gone out. But, with my help it's come back, and you can
shine again."
Yelara tried to force back a smile, but Dargus' sweet words entered her ears
and struck a chord in her. Her mouth curled into a radiant smile. "I
promise I won't do it again," she replied. Yelara looked up at Dargus,
wide-eyed and still smiling. She missed his touch and hated herself for it.
She could have fallen in love with him long ago if only he were a different
man, someone more kind and less ruthless.
She pulled away slowly, fixing
her dress again and walking to the bathroom to fix her hair. "What will you
be doing today, Dargus?" she called out, attempting to get his mind off the
lust he was obviously feeling towards her.
"I'm planning a merger with a failing corporation in New Plouton," he lied.
He knew if he told her he was sending an assassin after the Hutt, she'd have
a fit. "After that, my afternoon and evening is devoted to showing you so
much pleasure that you'll never want to leave me again."
Yelara walked out of the bathroom, running her fingers through her hair,
which, she just, realized was getting very long and in need of a trim. "So,
in other words, you get to have fun while I'm stuck in here, staring at the
walls," Yelara answered sardonically. "Why can't I do anything fun? I
mean, it's not like I'm going to escape, Dargus. I wouldn't be able to even
if I tried."
"You are free to go wherever you wish on my ship," he said.
"And I can do this alone?" Yelara asked, eyeing Dargus suspiciously as she
walked over to him. "So, if I wanted to, say, visit my workshop...I could?"
"Of course," he said, his hands moving to her breasts as soon as she was
close enough. One hand slipped up toward the straps holding the dress in
place
while the other slipped down toward the hem of the dress.
"Dargus..." Yelara warned as she stepped back. "You promised." She walked
slowly away from him, her arms crossed over her chest. "So, I can leave,
right now and go visit my workshop? And you won't have a guard follow me?"
"No guards," he said. "Not while you're on my ship. There's no need."
A satisfied smile spread across Yelara's face as she turned back to face
Dargus. "Good. If you need me, I'll be in the workshop, on my own with
only the tech equipment to keep me company." Yelara rushed up to Dargus,
kissing him on the cheek and whispering into his ear, "Now unlock that
bloody door so I can get out of this bedroom before I go insane."
At a command from Dargus, the door opened. "Enjoy the workshop."
"Thanks," Yelara answered quickly and with a cheerful smile as she pushed
past Dargus and walked towards the door. "See ya later!" she called out,
not stopping or turning back as she rushed out of the room.
"Reawakening, Part 2"
By: Dargus Kandran - Crimelord, Kandran Syndicate
Yelara Neerou - Shipyard Mechanic
Location: Dargus' floating ship
Date: Selene 27, 3ABY
***
Yelara strolled along the corridors of the ship, her arms swinging freely
and her face bright with enthusiasm. For the first time in a long time, she
felt almost happy and her chest no longer felt constricted as if a heavy
weight had been bearing down upon it...that weight being the burden of
knowing how much she had hurt Kallia. The wound was still fresh and would
always cause her pain, but she was beginning to realize she had to move on,
no matter how difficult that would be. She had her chance and blew it.
Kallia would never forgive her and Yelara didn't blame her, not one bit.
As she approached the workshop, Yelara quickened her pace, excitement
surging through her as she anticipated basking in the beauty of the
place...a place Dargus had built for her and which was exclusively her own.
She began running towards the workshop, the straps of her dress falling down
and her sandals coming loose. She didn't care if she lost her dress and got
there naked, as long as she got there.
As she reached the doorway of the workshop, her eyes shot open and her jaw
dropped, almost as if this were the first time she had seen the enormous
shop all over again. She sighed and giggled with delight as she walked
through the workshop, her hands running over every surface and piece of
equipment. She caressed them and let her hands explore every texture while
her eyes took in every sight.
She walked over to a worktable with datapads, tools of all kinds and paper.
Large pieces of paper lay on the surface, unfurled as if reaching out to her
and begging her to let her hands dance across their blank, white surfaces
and create a tumult of lines and shapes. Yelara smiled and smoothed out the
paper with her hands, then taking up a stylus and placing it between her
fingers.
As Yelara leaned over the table, with the stylus she began drawing out
designs for ships and weapons, ideas that had been floating around in her
head for ages. She had been so preoccupied lately with other things -
Kallia, Kace, Dargus - that she had had no time to vent her creative
energies, but now she did. Just being in the workshop, alone, made her
serene and soothed her. She began thinking about how she could get used to
coming here, giving herself some time alone, but that would mean she'd have
to make her living arrangement with Dargus permanent, and she wasn't quite
ready to do that.
***
Dargus' meeting had gone well and it wouldn't be long before the slug met
its end. As he walked back toward his room, he decided to stop by Yelara's
workshop. As he stepped through the doorway, he was glad he did. She was
bent over a worktable in her skimpy sundress. She had all sorts of charts
and schematics around her and was marking them with a stylus.
She was completely unaware of him, and he knew it was time to begin their
two weeks, but it would be much more than two weeks. She would be his
forever, just as they all were. He silently slipped out of his clothing,
and approached. He lifted the skirt of her dress and slid a hand between
her thighs, brushing across her lips. He could feel her getting wet
immediately. His other hand moved and pulled the front of her dress down
while he feasted on her shoulders and neck. "Oh I've missed this," he said.
Yelara gasped, not able to see who was there, but knowing whose hands were caressing her just from the way they touched her and moved across her body. When she heard
his voice she knew it was Dargus. Yelara was still leaning over the table,
her hands gripping the edge of it as Dargus ravished her with kisses. Her
skin tingled at his touch, and she let out quiet gasps as his hands explored
her thighs and her crotch. She may have hated being with Dargus, but she
missed this part of it. "You promised...four hours," Yelara said, her voice
strained and breathless.
"A small lie," he said as he slipped two fingers inside her. "And, judging
by how wet you are down here, I think your protests are somewhat empty." He
drove his fingers as far into her as he could, wondering what type of protest
she would raise if he pushed his thumb into her anus. "You are a very sexy
woman, Yelara. I can't wait any longer. Don't worry, I'll make you scream
with pleasure."
"I have no doubt you will," Yelara breathed, grabbing at the papers on the
desk and crushing them between her fingers. "I don't want to mess up my new
workshop," she said, gasps and quiet whimpers impeding her sentence. Yelara
closed her eyes tightly as Dargus' hands stimulated the erogenous zone
between her legs. Yelara tried to pull away from Dargus, but she had
nowhere to go with the table in front of her and Dargus behind her, trapping
her in.
Yelara's body was on fire from his touch, he could tell. She wanted him as
badly as he wanted her. He knew she didn't care who the dick that entered
her belonged to, but he'd worked her to the point where she needed something
inside. They both knew that he was a master at this and could please her
like no one else could. He pushed her down across the table and entered her
in one smooth motion.
He wasn't entirely gentle, but there was enough tenderness to keep her
happy. He knew she liked it rough and wild, and gave as much of that as she
would be able to take. He drove himself into her with long strokes that
brought whimpers and moans from her. He loved that sound and would never
tire of it. She was his and only his. He would make certain of that. As
he continued to fuck her, his hands fondled her breasts and he continued to
kiss and suck her shoulders and neck.
Yelara trembled and flinched with every pass of Dargus' hands over her body.
Only one other person knew exactly where to touch Yelara, to make her
writhe with pleasure like that, but she doubted she'd ever see that person
again, let alone feel her touch. Yelara continued to grip the edges of the
table, steadying herself and also holding her up as her knees began to
buckle beneath her. Dargus liked to take her from behind. Yelara sensed it
gave him some sense of control, letting her know that he held all the power
and she was just an instrument upon which he demonstrated that. She knew
Dargus held all that power; he didn't have to prove it to her. She handed
it over to him when she came crawling back.
Yelara kept her eyes closed, picturing the satisfied grin that was most
likely on Dargus' face. He had been waiting for this for weeks, and his
movements, his desperate caresses indicated just that to Yelara. He would
not relent, not even if she cried out at the top of her lungs, clawed at his
face or kicked him in the groin. He might just find it kinky.
"Seems we have a tendency to do it on tables..." Yelara said in a shaky,
breathless voice as she reached back and clung to Dargus' thighs tightly.
"Is it to become a sort of tradition?" Yelara dug her fingers into Dargus
with every pulsating movement. Their bodies fit perfectly together, every
part of his now an extension of hers. Yelara's whole body trembled as waves
of titillation rippled throughout her. She bit her lip to keep from crying
out and tossed her head back, resting it on Dargus' chest, wanting to meld
completely with him.
Dargus smiled at the feelings of her submission to him. It was a glorious
and empowering feeling. He gave one final thrust, and filled her with his
seed. He cried out at his peak, and his voice was filled with pleasure. He
collapsed against her, wrapping his arms around her body and enjoying the
solace of their union. Her dress was still bunched at her waist and it gave
him a lot of her skin to touch and caress. "I know you despise me," he
finally whispered, "but that was beautiful."
Yelara rested her arms atop Dargus', caressing them with her hands as she
forgot, momentarily, who was standing behind her. His words, whispered into
her ear, caused her to frown. He realized that she didn't enjoy being with
him, yet made her share her body with him, nonetheless. His voice sounded
almost...mournful and full of regret, a surprise coming from Dargus Kandran.
Why would he care what her opinion of him was? He would if he truly meant
it when he said he loved her. But, again, the lingering doubts pushed their
way to the surface, shrieking at Yelara telling her not to fall for Dargus'
little act. She was tired of listening to them. They were the same voices
that caused her to push Kallia away, the same ones causing her to fear being
with Kace.
Yelara pulled away from Dargus, turning around and looking up at him with
tired eyes scanning his. "You send my mind into a loop every time I'm with
you, Dargus," she said gently, taking her hand and caressing his cheek. "I
don't want to care for you, but no matter where I go and what I do, you are
always on my mind, whether it be dreaming up ways to kill you or...or
imagining what it would be like if it was just you and me together, without
those other distractions causing these doubts in my mind, doubts that make
it so difficult to be with you."
Yelara pressed herself against Dargus, wrapping her arms around his waist
and resting her head upon his chest. "Some days, I hate you with a passion
and others, I think I could almost care for you," she whispered, the words
feeling almost like a betrayal to everything she believed in and to everyone
she loved.
"Reawakening, Part 3"
By: Dargus Kandran - Crimelord, Kandran Syndicate
Yelara Neerou - Shipyard Mechanic
Location: Dargus' floating ship
Date: Selene 27, 3 ABY
***
Dargus looked at Yelara for a moment. He almost had her. Just a little
push, and she'd be his completely. "And, what stops you from caring? We've
been doing well, but something still seems to bother you."
Yelara didn't say a word. She continued resting her head on Dargus, staring
blankly straight ahead as her mind churned. She knew precisely why things
were so volatile between them, but she couldn't tell him. She had no idea
what his reaction would be and there was no need to bring it up now, not
since her relationship with Kallia stopped being a hindrance to her ability
to be with Dargus. Yet, still, she could not tell him. It would no longer
be an issue and it was a complication she didn't need to get into right now.
"I've just been preoccupied, Dargus. Nothing to worry about," she answered
finally, her mouth saying one thing, but her mind screaming 'Kallia'.
Dargus flinched slightly as a wave of thought crashed through his mind. He
took a second to steady himself before looking at Yelara again. The power
of her thought said it was something very important. "Your thoughts betray
you, Yelara. You think of someone named Kallia. Who is Kallia?"
Yelara gasped and pushed away from Dargus, bumping into the table behind.
Her face went pale and her breathing was heavy as she clung to the table
nervously. "Kallia? What do you mean?" she asked, stammering and trying to
sound ignorant. Yelara swallowed hard, looking at Dargus, afraid that he
already knew everything about her and Jae Dyn.
"You are thinking of some woman named Kallia. The memories sadden you. Who
is Kallia, Yelara?" If she was going to cry out another name during their
lovemaking, he'd have to have her killed.
"I never spoke that name! I don't know who it is," Yelara hissed as she
pushed past Dargus. "You're becoming delusional in your old age."
"I read it in your mind," he said. "Now, please calm yourself before you
get hurt."
Yelara whipped around to face Dargus, her eyes narrowing and her voice
barely above a whisper. "You what? How dare you?!" Yelara furiously
pulled up her dress, placing the straps upon her shoulders again. "My mind
is the one thing that is freely mine. I don't want you in there, ever
again!" Yelara turned and began walking out of the workshop. She was more
shocked than angry that Dargus had actually been in her mind, her private
sanctuary. He didn't appear to know who Kallia really was but for a moment,
Yelara wanted him to. She wanted to see the look on his face when he
realized the two of them had made love, behind his back, and more than once.
Yelara stopped at the doorway, a mischievous smile spreading across her
face. What if he found out? It might be a slap in the face, knowing Jae
Dyn and Yelara gave themselves freely to each other while they shuddered at
even the thought of sleeping with Dargus. It would certainly be a blow to
his prized virility and manhood, something Yelara would relish in seeing.
She turned back towards Dargus, approaching him slowly with her hips swaying
and a smile still on her lips. "Do you really wanna know who she is? I
mean, really? You might not like it, Dargus," Yelara said as she neared
him.
"Yes, I want to know," he said, growing impatient.
Yelara's smile widened as she reached Dargus and put her lips next to his
ear, whispering sweetly, "Her real name is Jae Dyn Brael. We fell in love,
screwed each other, and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever
experienced." Yelara looked back at Dargus, a smug grin on her face. "I
did it for her. I hurt myself for her, something I would never do for you,
Dargus."
Dargus hadn't suspected anything between the two women, and it was a shock
to learn of it. Especially like this. He expected it to be in a report or
surveillance footage, not from the mouth of his whore. "I loved her," he
said. "She and I were going to rule the galaxy together. The two of you
would have been first among my women." He shook his head and glared at her.
"And, now she's gone. You drove the woman I love from me."
Yelara scoffed at Dargus and walked around to the worktable, picking up the
fallen schematics and her pen. She smoothed out the crinkled paper and
leaned over the desk, picking up where she left off. "You're just
disappointed that you didn't get to share a bed with both of us, Dargus,"
Yelara said bitterly as she began drawing furiously. "What Jae Dyn and I
shared was love. What you offer us is a pale imitation."
Containing his anger was no longer an option. "You are a cold, heartless
bitch incapable of love and Jae Dyn Brael runs from it out of fear of the
darkness of feeling anything more than self-righteousness. You could not
have loved her. Ever! And you have no idea of the depth of my feelings.
Judge me so again, and I'll forget the tenderness when I fuck you next. You
know nothing of love!"
"Don't tell me I know nothing of love, Dargus!" Yelara spat as she threw her
pen down and shoved the papers onto the floor. She slammed her fists down
onto the table and glared at Dargus, her eyes fierce and her face red. "If
you loved her so much, then why did she come running to me?! Explain that
one, Dargus Kandran!"
"Because of the darkness in me," he said. "She feared it and staying near
me drew her to it. I tried to explain that it would be okay. That her
fears were groundless. The last time we were together," he said with a
smile, "she said she thought she could love me. Our lovemaking was
beautiful. Under the sky, under the flowers. Oh, we were quite delirious
lying together, naked and close, not more than fifty meters from where we
now stand. Oh, she and I had something truly beautiful, and that was love."
"You liar!" Yelara shrieked as she rushed at Dargus, slapping him across the
face. "She could never have loved you! Her heart belonged to me and
because of you, I broke it into two!"
The back of Dargus' hand flashed across Yelara's cheek, yet she didn't even blink. He had done it so many
times before that it no longer impacted her. "Never raise a hand
against me, bitch," he roared. "Next time, you'll lose it." He watched her
for a moment, a gloating smile coming to his face. "So we both loved her,
and she loved us. I guess that just brings us closer. Now, you will have
to deal with the fact that you weren't the only one to capture her heart."
"No..." Yelara whimpered,
sliding to the ground. "It can't be. She can't have loved you too," she
whispered breathlessly. "How could she have loved you? You're...you're
nothing like me. You didn't even suffer when she left. Not the way I did."
Dargus sank to the floor at her side and took her into his arms. "She loved
each of us," he said. "Why is that so hard for you to believe? Just
because I didn't start a hunger strike doesn't mean I loved her any less. I
do love her, and I do miss her."
Yelara rested in Dargus' arms with her body limp and unresponsive. "It's my
fault she left, Dargus. I...I was so cruel to her and hurtful. Her
eyes...you should have seen her eyes, Dargus. They were frightening...so
cold and dark." Yelara shuddered as she recalled the look in Kallia's eyes
the night of their big row. Yelara pressed against Dargus as the horrifying
image of Kallia's devastated expression caused her to grow cold. She wanted
to disappear in his arms, to feel safe and to try and share the grief she
felt with someone who had even a small understanding of how she felt. "I'm
sorry I pushed her away Dargus. I'm sorry...."
"I can hire bounty hunters to track her down. We can find her and bring her
back to us. We can all live here together, in my bed. And, both of you can
be my firsts. Our life will be happy together."
Yelara shook her head, even though her heart was telling her to say 'yes'.
She wanted more than anything to gain Kallia's forgiveness. She couldn't
move on without it, even though she could continue to live, although it
would always be an empty, bitter existence. To see Kallia again would be a
cathartic, glorious experience, but also a painful reminder that their love
was a delicate thing, one that had crumbled so quickly and over such petty
things as jealousy and fear. "I don't think she'd want to see me, Dargus.
It's over. We both had our chance and now it's passed. Let's just leave it
at that," Yelara answered sorrowfully.
"No chance ever passes Dargus Kandran," he said. "I will not give up. I
will find her and bring her back."
Yelara looked up at Dargus, running her hand along his cheek as she looked
into his eyes. She could see the pain in them, the regret - emotions that
mirrored her own at that moment. "I want her back, but...it hurts too much
right
now," she answered soothingly as she reached up and kissed Dargus on the
lips gently. "You and I...we're still here Dargus, and as long as we are
still together, we could never forget Jae Dyn. Let that be our only
comfort, for now."