Bored

Usual disclaimers.. Discalimer: not mine, not pretending to be mine-no money changes hands, this is just for fun.
Georges sandbox, but my Oc's..

Schurke was bored. No, [i]bored[/i] was to simplistic a term. Schurke was completely and utterly[i] turgid [/i] with boredom. His friends Gris and Kampher were off on some Gods forsaken mission with their respective Masters and Anakin was off on his first solo mission escorting the Senator from Naboo.

Schurke shook his head when he though of Anakin. [i]Poor misplaced Toboo, he’ll moon over her now more than ever unless he can get past his Master’s fetish with Jedi celibacy and just try to get into her panties…[/i]

Schurke sighed. Master Astengasi was meeting with the Jedi council which gave him a rare opportunity to actually go out and about unhindered. Perhaps find some off duty Senate aid to pass the time with, so to speak. There was always [i]someone[/i] of humanoid persuasion at the local watering holes, someone looking to see if what was said about the Jedi was true, even the Padawans…

Tucking his braid semi discreetly behind his ear and donning more civilian like clothing, Schurke made his way out into the night.


**

It didn’t take long to find what he was looking for, a young Alderaani woman with dark hair and eyes… probably the page of Bail Organa or some such. She was sitting alone, a slew of data pads spread out before her and an amber drink that had been barely touched sitting on the table.

“Want some company?” Schurke asked her wut put preamble. It wasn’t the lower level of Couruscant but people usually came here for the same thing, and Schurke was never one to pay for sexual encounters.

“I’m sorry?” The woman looked up at him, a little puzzled.

“Company,” Schurke reiterated. “You know, to talk?”

The woman flushed as she gathered up her data pads. “I’m sorry… I must be in the wrong… I mean… you’re the third person who’s…”

“You looked lonely that’s all,” said Schurke sitting down next to her. “Please don’t go…” He caught her eyes with his own, a soft smile playing about his lips. “I don’t bite…”

[i]Unless you want me too…[/i]

Suddenly she caught site of his Padawan braid. “Jedi?” she asked quietly, her eyes suddenly taking on an odd glitter. “We don’t see many of your kind here.”

“Occasionally we are cut from the bonds of our Masters,” Schurke grinned. “Like yourselves… Do you always bring your work to the bar?”

A subtle wave of the hand under the table went unnoticed.

[i]Truthfully…[/i]

“Only when I want to be… choosey…” she admitted dreamily, and then started.
“I mean, can I buy you a drink?”

“If you’d like…” Schurke smiled. The game was afoot, and it would be a matter of who was more successful. Who could hold out the longest?

She waved the bartender over with and odd gesture, and as if she had summoned her out of thin air, a waitress brought over a purplish liquid.

[i]Gusty, Gree Spiced wine[/i]

“Have you had this before?” she asked innocently.

“No,” Schurke lied. In truth, Gree spice was one of his favorites when he went out on... excursions. The sensory enhancements were… useful.

“Do you have a name Jedi?” she asked softly, data pads and facade forgotten.

“Canaille. Schurke Canaille. Yourself?”

“Nayla, Nayla Antillies.”

“Well Nayla Antillies,” Schurke replied softly brushing her thigh with his own making her jump.

[i]Score one for me.[i]

Unperturbed, she took a drink. “So [i]Schurke[/i], what do they teach you in that Temple of yours?” She looked at him with heavily lidded eyes and licked her lips slightly.

[i]Oh, point one for the other side.[/i]

“Things…” He said slowly. “More than you can possibly imagine…”

[i]I could make you scream to every God you ever knew.[/i]

“Really?” She replied, boldly placing her hand on his thigh. Schurke touched her cheek and ran his finger to her lips. She took the tip into her mouth.

[i]Match point[/i]

“Things you can show an outsider then?” she purred.

“And more, much… much more…” Schurke murmured. “If you’d like… Nayla…”

Nayla took his hand as she stood up. “I have a place, a nicer place… you can show me if you want…”

[i]Gods this was too easy, but who was leading who?[/i]

Nayla threw some credits on the table. “I have an air car… a privately chauffeured car… it’s driven by a droid that understands… discretion…”

“Indeed…” Schurke whispered in her ear allowing his hand to brush her breast. “I think discretion is a good thing.”

She shivered and lead him out to the car.

***

As soon as they reached the car, she was all over him and Schurke was all too willing to reciprocate, at least at first.

“Wait!” he growled. “You want to know what it’s like… to have a Jedi right?”

“Yes…” she whispered huskily. “I do…”

“But what does the [i]Jedi[/i] get in return?” he asked.

“It can take 10 minutes to get to my place,” she rasped softly. “Or a half an hour…”

“Half an hour hmmm?” Schurke murmured as he allowed her to push him back on to the seat.

She began to undo the ties to his leggings. “Or longer…” Delicately, she freed his manhood from his trousers.

“Not interested in me?” she asked falsely, coquettish.

“I need some encouragement,” he replied running his fingers through her hair then guiding her head downwards.

“I think I can manage that,” she whispered beginning to stroke his stiffening man hood. “Is that enough?”

“More…” he gasped, and she obliged. Delicately, she ran her tongue over his growing erection, Schurke groaned. She was obviously well practiced in this art.

Her tongue and hands massaged and teased, always taking him right to the edge and then pulling away, it was maddening yet… exhilarating. He gasped and writhed beneath her ministrations, trying to resist the temptation to… [i]encourage[/i] her to finish.

At last the speeder began to slow down as her efforts speeded up, he was close…

Now she pulled her mouth away, only using her hands, running her finger over the tip.

“Finish…” he growled “Finish with you mouth…”

“Make me…” she purred.

Schurke groaned. It was rare but well known there were some non Force sensitives who actually [i]wanted [/i] to be influenced by the Jedi ‘mind trick’. They found it to be as intoxicating as any drug.

“Make me…” she repeated, giving him a squeeze. “Or I’ll keep you like this…”

An almost frantic wave of the hand.

“Suck me down… you [i]want[/i] to suck me down…[i]now![/i]” he hissed, caricaring that it was blatantly abusing the Force.

Her eyes glazed but she complied with an intensity that was almost painful. Mercifully, his orgasm was quick and she swallowed the remains with that same dreamy expression on her face.


**

Still somewhat stupefied by the Force suggestion, she led him to her apartment and Schurke had to help her inside. The temptation just to induce sleep in her was great but as soon as the door closed she was already heading to the cabinet. She poured him a drink.

“More Spiced wine?” He asked.

“Better…” she purred. “An enhancement, if you will…”

Schurke took the glass and inhaled the aroma. Although he didn’t have the Healers training that Kampher did, he recognized the smell of a powerful intoxicant. He set the glass aside.

“You don’t like it?” she pouted.
“I drank it… All of it…” Schurke murmured with a wave of his hand, and she smiled as if she expected this.

She began to slip her hand down her blouse, lingering over her stiffened nipples. “How do you feel… [i]Jedi[/i]?”

“I want you.” Schurke growled.

“Tell me you want to fuck me…”

“I want to [i]fuck[/i] you,” he obligingly replied. Schurke didn’t need the drug to make that particular sentiment a reality.

She sauntered through the doorway and to the bed. “But what if I don’t want you to?” she murmured slipping off her blouse. “You should… Make me…”

[i]Damn this woman to the nine hells of Correllia![/i]

“You don’t want to play games anymore.” Schurke rasped waving his hand shakily.

Her eyes glazedin. in. “No more games…” she agreed.

“You want me [i]now[/i]”

“I want you… now….” She lay back on the bed, waiting massaging her breast and hiking her skirt up. She was wearing nothing underneath.

He fell on her.

Schurke blindly wondered if he [i]had[/i] been drugged. He’d never been so blindly consumed by lust in his life. The power he wielded over her was... intoxicating. He bore down on her nipple, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise but that only seemed to encourage her. She reached for his trousers again, greedily pushing them down and pulling him closer.

“Fuck me [i]Jedi[/i]!” she snarled, wrapping her legs around him. “Fuck me!”

Schurke began to pound into her, desperately wanting this to be over now. This wasn’t just an act of sex, it was a battle of wills, and now he no longer cared if she won. Unless….

“I can last all night [i]Jedi[/i]…” she growled. “I can make it so you never want anyone else…”

Unbidden, the image of Kampher came into his mind.

“No one else…[i]Jedi[/i]”

[i]NO![/i]

In desperation, Schurke pushed with all his might.

[i]Come…[/i]

She began to thrash beneath him, her climax overwhelming her and she began to…

[i]Chant?[/i]

Schurke’s mind raced, he was no where near an orgasm and thus was able to think somewhat clearly. He could just make out some of the words.

“Gur-doh chamana dee…” she mumbled, coming down from her climax.

[i] Gur-doh chamana dee?[/i]

Schurke swore loudly in Corrillian as he quickly withdrew from her.

[i] Gur-doh chamana dee[/i]… She was a member of the cult of Ro-Jes! As if to confirm his suspicions, he saw the small tattoo on her inner thigh. A small phallus.

Members of the Ro-Jes would use their wiles to seduce and indoctrinate new members. Especially males… Most cultists, especially the men, would spend their lives on some gods forsaken outer rim world as spiced up slaves. Others would be sent out into the Galaxy to find and recruit…

Another shaky wave of the hand.

[i]Sleep. We never met… You don’t know me….[/i]

[i]I don’t know you[/i]

Schurke hurriedly adjusted himself and quickly slipped out of the room and to safety. The Jedi Masters would be pleased that he had found a Ro-Jes mole… hopefully pleased enough not to ask too many questions.

Hopefully….