[Ausar Estate, LE, Pregame] Mine

[Raela Ausar]

Raela was dressed considerably more casually than before, down to a black slip that reached to mid-thigh and little else. She carefully unclasped the jewelry from her hair, sighing. It was a pain, but necessary for appearances.

She glanced toward the door. Ilar'shala should be back from his work earlier soon...

(expecting)

[Ilar'Shala]

Knowing he was expected, Ilar opened the door without announcement beyond the slight swooshing sound that it normally made. Stepping swiftly across the threshold, he moved to Raela's side and knelt beside her, eyes downcast and hands extended to receive the hair piece to later secure it in its rightful place in her jewellery box.

"I am sorry for my belated arrival, I am still getting used to the path to the residence Master."

[Raela Ausar]

She reached out, stroking a crimson hand over his cheek and then down his lekku before handing the piece to him. The truth was that she wasn't all that good at navigating the path to the estate, but it wouldn't do to say so out loud. Her family's poor sense of direction wasn't a point of conversation. Instead, she simply said, "You'll learn it soon enough. Once that's away, undo the other pieces and my braids as you tell me how your tasks went."

[Ilar'Shala]

Ilar held his breath as Raela's hand caressed his face and luckily for him, he didn't need to speak, he always performed his tasks as instructed and rarely needed clarification. What he did need however was a chair.

Placing the primary piece of Raela's jewellery away, he returned to her side with a chair, offering his Master a hand to sit, so that he could reach the crown of her head to attend his task properly.


"Am I permitted to speak freely Master?" Ilar asked softly as his hands undertook oft practised work. He was far from the most dextrous of her servants, but he liked to think of himself as the most trustworthy to be permitted to attend his master in such an exposed circumstance.

[Raela Ausar]

She settled down before him, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of him working on her hair. Likely the only being in the galaxy aside from her uncle she would close her eyes for more than a split second around. "I expect you to," she responded, tone relaxed.

[Ilar'Shala]

Ilar's fingers were deft and a little rougher than necessary as he worked at loosening the accessories from Raela's hair. It was obvious, given the lengths of her preparations, that she had been entertaining someone important today and he looked forward to hearing about how her meetings went as well although he knew better than to ask until she was ready to speak of it.

"I found my way to the Cathedral of Dread to feel out Darth Hofu and his fellow disciples of The Dread Word with the intent to cultivate a civilized joint existence and forestall any unnecessary hostilities. He doesn't seem overtly aggressive to your candidacy, but as with all, he seems to be getting much from us without committing anything from his side."

A sharp tug extricated a line of beads from a tangled braid, one hand yanking on the accessory while the other tenderly held Raela's head still.

[Raela Ausar]

She sucked in a breath sharply as he tugged and yanked on her hair, glancing over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow ridge. Still, the information about Hofu made her sigh. "I can't say I'm surprised. Still, he's in a position that can afford to put other people off." The next tug brought a grunt and a chuckle. "Feeling aggressive, are we?"

[Ilar'Shala]

"Apologies Master." Ilar replied genuinely. "I think it's more frustration than aggression, I didn't represent you to the best of my capabilities today."

Conscientiously switching to a more soothing technique, Ilar continued working, soothing and massaging through the tangles where necessary.

"I may have given the impression that you were interested in his Dread Word more than his support, instead of that you would be willing to entertain their agenda should they lend some support to your campaign."

[Raela Ausar]

She couldn't help but laugh at that. "Well, that's interesting. It is what it is... If we need to correct his thinking later, we can, but you never know what may end up being useful. They key, I think, is being adaptable."

She let him finished working on her hair, letting it fall free over her shoulders in waves as she turned around toward him, moving to loom over him, reaching down to stroke his lekku again, this time, taking hold and pulling back. "Strength comes from emotion, but don't let it control you. Use your frustration to drive yourself to be better."

[Ilar'Shala]

Ilar's head jerked back and tears instantly welled in his eyes tears of pain even as his eyes widened slightly in pleasure at Raela's rough treatment. He was a master at resisting the psychological torture of decades of abuse, but his physical pain threshold was far less robust, though he would not cry out at the treatment, he would not betray his Master's trust by showing weakness that way.

He looked up into Raela's eyes, of necessity due to the imposed angle rather than out of insubordination, and a raspy voice left his throat. "Yes Master, through passion one gains strength." He replies, careful to quote the Sith Code without using the traditional personal pronouns, for he was not of that high illustrious caste.

"There is only one permitted to control me, and that is neither I nor my emotions. I will be better...for you."

[Raela Ausar]

She traced a fingernail along his jawline as she held him, no longer hard enough to cause too much pain. Just a little bit. "Indeed," she purred. "Good. You serve me in all things. So I expect you to be honest - do you still have some frustration to get out?" Her eyes were hooded and a smirk crossed her lips.

[Ilar'Shala]

"My emotions may not control me Master, but I will not lie to you and deny their absence." Ilar replies to Raela. She had played this game with him numerous times before and the only consistency in how it played out was that he was always truthful with her.

Almost imperceptibly he leaned further into her touch to confirm her suspicions and acknowledge her right to either use or abuse him as her mood saw fit.

[Raela Ausar]

"Hmm... I'm curious what you'll do if I give you permission to play out your frustration on me to your heart's content," she replied, her smirk broadening into a grin. "You were willing to pull my hair even when I didn't give you permission." She pulled again, driving up the pain a little bit again, trying to drive his emotion further.

[Ilar'Shala]

At Ilar's sides, his hands balled into fists, manicured nails digging slightly into the flesh of his palms, longing to bring them to rest upon his Master. but knowing the rules of the game too well to do so.

Another tug, another surge of adrenalin and dopamine propelled throughout his system. Raela knew all his buttons and played him like a musical instrument.

"Does Master remember that secluded cabin on Felucia?" He asks, evoking memories of a time gone by as one corner of his mouth turns up slightly.

[Raela Ausar]

"I do," she replied with a mix of amusement and the heat of passion. "But you have permission to remind me in whatever manner is driving you in the moment." She let go and stepped back, clearly waiting for him to make his move.

[Ilar'Shala]

"In any manner?" Ilar clarified even as he moved with Raela and one hand slid along the side of her slip, from hip to shoulder before moving to caress her cheek.

He didn't wait for a response as his mind reached out to hers and reached for that red wall he had found there before. A tactic he never plied without permission and one that had mixed results in the past.

Ilar's eyes held Raela's before he settled lips to her throat, trying to stoke her flames of lust within her mind and upon her flesh.

[Raela Ausar]

Her mind's instinctive reaction was to push back at any sort of foreign pressure on her mind. But he was one of the few people she trusted, so she let him in inside, letting the burn of lust he instilled flow through her deeply, and it and the physical sensation brought a moan to her lips. She grinned. "Any manner."

She traced her fingers down over his chest.

[Ilar'Shala]

Ilar heard the moan, knew that it signalled approval even more concretely than the ease with which his thoughts penetrated and thrust inside Raela's mind.

Reaching to the small side table he silently lifted one of Raela's braids that he had removed from her hair only minutes earlier. He allowed the authentic hair extension to graze across his Master's bare calves as he slowly gathered it up into one hand letting her imagination for its intended purpose work to raise her anticipation.

His other hand slipped one strap of Raela's slip over her shoulder as the kisses at her throat moved to a more aggressive, wordless attack upon her exposed shoulder with lips, tongue and teeth.

[Raela Ausar]

She sucked in a breath and backed up, settling down on the bed with a lustful smile...

/ftb

[Ilar'Shala]

Thirty minutes later, a heavily panting Ilar looks around the room, he would be tasked with cleaning up after the impromptu coupling. At least there wasn't too much damage to the furniture...this time.

Carefully disentangling the braid from around Raela's throat he feels his heart beat returning to normal, and it is accompanied with the customary shame he feels at betraying his station, even with his Master's permission. When he acted this way with women of a similar caste was one thing but this was different.

He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Raela. "Did Master's appointments today pan out as she expected?" He asked. The softer emotions lower beings expressed in post coital bliss never really held any weight with powerful Sith after all.