#sith!silvass

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Silvass wiped his mouth and pressed a quick kiss on the inside of Shidohro's thighs, stroking her long legs until she was completely relaxed. He was in no hurry to get up, he didn't mind kneeling for her.

“Hm, you look so good like this,” he murmured against her soft skin, looking up at her satisfied smile. “Your beauty is beyond compare.” Shidohro cupped his face in her hands, pulled him up for a deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “You're such a flatterer.”

She finally released him, let her eyes travel over his scantily clad body as he stood in front of her, clearly conflicted about whether she should let him go. “I'm glad you made it though. I always look forward to welcoming you at my parties.”

“I'm honored by your invitation, as always.” He bowed and winked at her, ignoring the looks he got from the Zabrak and the Zeltron sitting on either side of her. Einan was more controlled, his dislike hidden by a polite smile. Drax on the other hand... if looks could kill, Silvass would probably be dead by now. He grinned at them as he took his leave, promising Shidohro that he would come by later during the party. After that he wandered around a bit, taking a drink from one of the servants, admiring his sculpted chest and extensive piercings. He didn't bother tying his silk robe in the front as sipped from the spiced wine and let his eyes roam over the party, which was in full swing by now. A handsome Sith walked by with a human on a leash, and Silvass found himself staring at the young man's flushed face and the red marks on his ass.

The best thing about Shidohro's famous parties wasn't the food or the wine or the decorations, no, it was her guests. Invitations were highly coveted among Dromund Kaas' high society, but Shidohro always hand picked the chosen ones. And Shidohro had a great and very exclusive taste in all things that mattered.

Silvass recognized many familiar faces in the crowd. Lord Vowrawn was the guest of honor, drawing most of the attention tonight. Of course Mala was here too, either in her position as head of Shidohro's security or to enjoy her day off. Their eyes met briefly, before she flashed him a smile and left with a tall stranger.

Before he could decide where to go next, someone approached him from behind. Small hands, sharp nails, he immediately knew who he was dealing with, even though he had never bothered to learn her name. Shidohro's youngest apprentice was such a feral little creature. Insatiable, irritable, and never patient enough to wait for her turn. The small Zabrak grabbed his hair and pulled his head down for a ferocious kiss, almost making him spill his drink. She growled and bit his lips when he pushed her against a wall. “Nice to meet you too.” He chuckled at her attempts to get him to fuck her. There was something endearing about the way she demanded his attention, the way she wrapped one leg around his waist, squirming to get his half-hard cock inside of her. Silvass vividly remembered the last time he'd fucked her, how loud she had been and how many times she had come on his cock, clawing at his back in ecstasy. She was always too demanding for her station, but stars, did she love being put in her place. So he obliged her, fucked her against the wall until her eyes rolled back in her skull and she cried out, a quick and satisfying encounter to start this evening off.

He barely had time to clean himself up before he saw another familiar face in the crowd, one he hadn't seen in a long time. Zesira was breathtakingly beautiful, many said even more so than her sister, a fact she loved to be reminded of. At the same time, she was nothing like Naya.

As soon as she recognized him, a grin lit up her beautiful face. Silvass followed her into one of the private rooms, where she made herself comfortable in the middle of a huge bed, relaxing in a nest of embroidered cushions, surrounded by her admirers. Her lingerie wasn't designed to cover but instead to show off the best features of her body. Silvass recognized a few of her companions, but not the man who came up behind her, kissed her shoulder. A Mirialan like herself. Big, strong, serious. Very pretty in an angry sort of way.

“Silvass! I had hoped to see you today,” Zesira purred as he sat down next to her. “Would you like to join us for a bit?” She ran her hand down his chest, chuckling when she reached his soft cock. “I'd love nothing more.” He traced the lace of her bra with the tip of his finger, regretting now that he had just finished inside of Shidohro's overeager apprentice. But if he knew anything about Zesira, it was that she was very patient, the complete opposite of the Zabrak girl. Remembering a few of the things they had done together made him smirk. “I'm sure I can be of assistance until I have... fully recovered.” “I might be able to help you with that.” Naya's sister laughed softly and leaned closer to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him. Her lips were sweeter than the sweetest wine, and as they moved against his he immediately recognized the taste. A powerful aphrodisiac commonly referred to as “red mist.” Silvass knew its effects well. Zesira parted her lips, moaned into his mouth, coaxing his tongue into her mouth. As soon as he followed her lead the cloying taste got even stronger, overwhelming his senses. The drug was potent and didn't take long to work. By the time their kiss ended, his heart was beating faster and his cock was harder than it had been all evening, throbbing and burning to be touched. “Hm, that's a promising start,” she laughed and laid back on her cushions, spreading her legs shamelessly for him. He was inside of her in a heartbeat, moaning at the delicious sensations, all of them enhanced and intensified by the drug. Her skin was so soft, her cunt so wet and tight, he felt like he could get lost in her flesh at any moment. He couldn't talk, but he loved the way she kept urging him on, despite there being no need for it. He fucked her with deep, long thrusts, squeezed her perfect breasts and showered her with kisses until she shivered and cried out. As if her moans were a signal, a few of her admirers joined them on the bed, touching her and worshiping her like she deserved. A blue skinned Twi'lek lavished her breasts with kisses, a young man came up behind her to kiss her neck. Several others joined them, their hands all over them. Others were pleasuring themselves, some of them so ecstatically that Silvass had to slow down and watch. There was a pureblood woman with dark purple skin right next to him, and she was pleasuring herself in a way that was so wildly sensual he couldn't look away.

DRAKE (@starrealis) and VAR'LOCK - kiss on the cheek

Drake stood in front of the painting, unable to look away from the huge canvas that decorated an entire wall in the dining room. Like most of her other paintings it was done in blood and other organic substances he didn't even want to inspect too closely. The composition was eerie, the almost three dimensional effect of the painting somehow deeply unsettling.

The man depicted in the painting was clearly supposed to be him, painted in full frontal nudity, his body twisting in something that could be agony or bliss, arching gracefully towards the viewer. The expression on the handsome face made Drake's skin crawl.

He shuddered as slender, long-fingered hands squeezed his shoulders, and his lover pressed a quick kiss against his cheek. He took a deep breath and sighed. “I'm deeply honored, but...” he hesitated, checking if his lover's wife had crept up to stand behind them.

Just to make sure, he whispered the next words. “Did you have to put it up in the dining room?”

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ULFRAN (@dingoat) and Sith!Silvass - kiss on the hand

Silvass took one of the drinks from the silvery tray, downed it and grimaced. Even the drinks were dreadfully boring. Oh, how he hated these kind of events. Everything was dreadfully boring and dreadfully formal tonight. There was no entertainment whatsoever, and the music was almost as tedious and dull as the other guests.

He looked around and sighed, almost ready to commandeer the entire tray of drinks in the hopes of numbing his boredom with alcohol, when he saw something from the corner of his eyes. Or rather someone. Someone he hadn't noticed before, as if the man was trying not to be noticed. Interesting.

The newcomer was obviously Sith, human, the first streaks of gray in his hair clearly visible. He didn't seem to enjoy his time here any more than Silvass did. The thing that stood out most about him were his striking eyes, so different from most other Sith. Like molten silver...

“Well, hello there...” Silvass leaned into the human's personal space, enjoying the sharp intake of breath and the almost instantaneous hostility the man kept hiding so well.

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Looking down at the pool of blood spreading on the floor Silvass felt curiously calm. He staggered and sank to his knees, kneeling for a few heartbeats in the sea of blood until he heard footsteps approaching. There was just so much blood everywhere. He felt like he should be more concerned about that, since it was mostly his own blood, but somehow he was perfectly at peace. Like a fucking Jedi, he thought, as if dying was some big cosmic joke.

Whatever he had imagined dying felt like, this wasn't it. There was no fear, no anger, not even pain. He had expected to feel some pain at least, but he just felt weaker and weaker by the second, as if all his strength was draining out of his body together with his blood.

Warm hands pulled him back against an armored chest and his world tilted upside down. His heart was beating like crazy but his eyes were getting heavy. He knew that if he closed his eyes he would never open them again, and so he stalled, looking around to find something to hold on to.

Looking up at Naya's face accomplished that, but it also shattered his serenity. As soon as he looked at her face, so full of unspeakable rage and desperation, he was overwhelmed by a myriad of contradicting emotions, and he couldn't say if they were entirely his own or if some of them bled over through their connection in the force. As always it was her presence that gave him direction and focus.

He felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. There was a part of him that was madly delighted to see her grief, to see how much he meant to her, but that wasn't the main reason he felt like smiling. It was just how he wanted her to remember him. Not calm like a fucking Jedi, or sad about the choices he had made.

She hadn't asked him why. Why he had chosen to die for her. She must know that he loved her, he thought with a stab of doubt. Did she know?

Her hands were still clutching the wounds on his chest, as if she was trying to stop the bleeding by sheer force of will. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears, her shoulders shaking with the force of her emotions. Of course she did, he thought, relief surging through is battered body.

Whether she loved him back or not wasn't important, but almost too late he realized that he had never actually told her. He'd always wanted to.

With the last of his strength he lifted his hand to her face, leaving a bloody streak on her jaw. “Naya....” His own voice sounded strange to his ears. Her tears were finally falling as she looked him in the eyes.

“I have... I have always loved you.”