Erotica Anthologies #11

#66

Starcrossed (Yuri)

KAIRA is finally going to conquer the last sacred temple. But on her quest for destruction, one priestess apprentice manages to persist, gaining her interest. Intrigued, Kaira decides to capture and interrogate the girl herself.

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Bound and helpless, LIZE tries to use her force manipulation to release herself from the binds that are holding her wrists and ankles down, moving her will just like how her priestess master taught her; yet no matter how hard she tries, and no matter how deeply she concentrates, the binds just refuse to budge.

“It’s no use,” someone speaks up from a dark corner, taking Lize by surprise as she thinks she’s alone in this room. “I’ve activated a special artifact to block your force,” the owner of the voice, a woman with painted dark cherry lips, speaks up, tapping a finger at her own neck to gesture to Lize.

Lize looks down upon herself, finally noticing the strip of a metal choker adorning her neck, which was not there before. Whose gold is this?

But seeing the dark mage simply spikes up her anger and grief. “You’ll pay for this! What you did was unforgivable!” Lize hauls angry words at her captor, trying to break free but can’t. Her reaction only brings a smile to the villainess.

“Your resistance is futile, girl. We’ve killed all of your allies, including your precious priestess masters. Your old master is no more.”

“No!” Lize cries out. “That can’t be true!” The force flares up all around her as her emotions rise up in turmoil, giving off a strong pressure inside the room.

Interesting, Kaira thinks, as she sweeps her gaze to the rest of Lize’s wittering form, contemplating what to do with the girl now. Kaira picked the girl out on purpose; initially, she was impressed by the kind of power the girl carries, as she is young and not quite well-trained just yet, but so full of potential. Kaira sees a chance to learn more about the girl. She can turn her to their side if she wants to; they'll certainly benefit from having such a powerful force user in their hand, at their beck and call. She can make her into something and use her anyway she wants. The girl is at her disposal.

But it’s not just that. There’s something awfully familiar about the girl, which reminds her of how it was back in the days. Every time she sees the girl it makes her think of her childhood days, back when things were less complicated and much more peaceful than now. Kaira hates those days, but there’s something. There’s...someone. A little girl, identical to herself, but with golden hair instead of inky black. Her twin. And now that she studies the apprentice’s face carefully, she does notice a form of resemblance. It is almost like looking in a mirror, especially when she sees the rage burning in the apprentice’s eyes.

Can she be…? But it’s been so long, and she thought her twin had died already. Kaira recalls some fragments of the happier time, of running around giggling through a patch of green field, light and free. Her past is in all but pieces now, but she remembers the presence of a girl as bright as the sun itself, orientating Kaira who is the cold moon; polar opposite to the girl she remembers. And this apprentice certainly feels like the other little girl right now. Maybe, just maybe. She just has to confirm it first. And once she does….

LIZE bucks her hips, trying to push against the foreign intrusion that’s penetrating through her mind like a bare open gate, but the female dark mage is persistent, only pushing further, amusement on her face, clearly enjoying this a little bit too much. But Lize slips in her attempts to stop the Sith, and then her mind is suddenly connected to the vile being‘s— wait, what are these...are these...memories? No…it can’t be...it’s Liara, her missing twin! dark mage

Then, this means—

“H-how could you?” Now Lize is nothing but torn tears, heart wrenched by the cruel revelation. “My sister wouldn’t have done the things you have done. She wouldn’t have been so cruel. How could you…?”

“Because I can. And because I want to,” Kaira answers coldly. “Your sister is dead, and I have replaced her.” And just to prove her words, she snakes out a hand to grab Lize right by the tit, squeezing tightly and eliciting a painful friction that sparks with a strange forbidden pleasure along the way, causing the poor captive girl to wither against the seat that’s holding her prisoner. Squirming that’s almost, lascivious, in its nature. Lize feels her insides warming as she squirms against the hold Kaira has on her -- the physical and metaphysical hold -- and soon her cheeks blush with the innocence of her youth and the fire that has ignited there. 

“I see you have some...spirit,” Kaira smirks and gives Lize’s breast one more squeeze for good measure. The act stirs something within her, deep within the pit of her stomach, and she leans forward so her lips brush the young apprentice’s ear.

“You’re mine. Now, and forever.” Her breath is surprisingly cool and a chill runs down Lize’s spine. “You’re mine to shape and mould,” as she says the words Kaira squeezes Lize’s breast again, almost giggling as the young apprentice’s n****e hardens beneath her roaming thumb, “as I see fit. As I...please.” As an afterthought Kaira presses her dark lips to Lize’s temple gives her a kiss, leaving an imprint of her lips on the pale girl’s skin. Kaira licks her lipstick stain off of Lize’s face and brushes her thumb over the apprentice’s erect n****e one last time for good measure before turning and seeming to disappear through the wall into the darkness that stretches on forever.

It has been almost six months since Lize first woke in that barren, cold, clinical, white room. Six months of endless torment and indoctrination. At first she protested, violently and vocally, but her protestations were ignored...they were, in fact, seemingly encouraged. As if the louder she voiced her thoughts the more she felt, and the more she felt, about anything, the more they seemed to enjoy teasing her. So she grew sullen and silent, until that became too much for her to bear and in her solitude she cried out for company...and company came, in the form of her captor, the dark mage Kaira. The last person Lize ever wanted to see -- the abomination of what her beautiful sister Liara had become -- was the only person Lize ever saw. 

Maybe it was that ‘twin thing’ people always spoke about, but Lize felt a connection to the dark mage that went beyond any physical contact. It was emotional, intense and deep, and it connected their very cores in a way that nobody could explain. She learned to listen out for the almost imperceptible sounds that Kaira made as she entered the room. The soft, but not quite silent, footfalls. The small intake of breath that meant the dark mage had caught sight of the young apprentice’s naked form and was taking it all in. The soft sigh and the almost imperceptible sound of Kaira licking her lips and readying herself for the mental engagement of probing the mind of the apprentice. 

It had been almost six months of nothing but mental contact. Kaira had not touched Lize physically since that first time, that eventful yet wonderful first day of imprisonment, but even though there had been no physical touching there had been mental probe after mental probe. A small smile snaked its way across Kaira’s deep cherry lips as she recalled how the apprentice had tried to use her force to block the probing, but the choker she wore muted her powers to such an extent that it was akin to a limp noodle trying to repel a sword. Or butter trying to repel the knife that sliced through it; in other words, it was futile and a fruitless gesture that only made Kaira laugh at its attempt and Lize furious that she could not succeed.

Today, though, today would be different. Today Kaira would touch her prison...no...her sister for the first time in almost half a year. And it would be a thing to remember. 

Kaira paused outside the room that held the young apprentice prisoner and slowed her breathing. It would not do to appear over eager, now would it. She plastered a sneering smirk upon her face and walked through the barrier into the dark room. Centered in it was a table, and upon the table lay Lize. Her eyes were closed and her brow furrowed against what she thought was the probing to come, so much so, in fact, that she was taken completely by surprise when a long finger reached out and gently stroked her cheek. The vicious red nail came to rest on her chin, before turning and stroking in the opposite direction, coming to rest on her temple smack bang in the middle of the area between eye and ear. Lize shivered at the touch. The first touch in nearly half a year.

“You...won’t...I...won’t…won’t...” Her voice was rusty and guttural from disuse and she almost choked on the words. 

“You forget, apprentice, who I am and what I am mistress of.” Kaira’s voice sounded lilting and light with barely suppressed laughter. “You forget, apprentice, what I can command and how very well I can conquer.” Kaira’s left hand began trailing long, lean fingers across Lize’s bare stomach as she spoke.

Lize tried hard not to react, tried hard to suppress the fire that the touch ignited deep within her belly, but she could not restrain herself from wriggling, from writhing, against the bonds that held her wrists and ankles captive. She heard a creature moaning; pitiful, mournful, pleasurable sounds. Then she realised that she was the creature -- the sounds were springing forth from her slightly parted lips with the same abandon that caused a moistness to trickle down her thighs. 

Kaira continued trailing her fingers lackadaisically around Lize’s stomach, her hand reaching ever lower until it was playing in the honey-blonde curls that hid the apprentice’s pubic region from the dark mage’s ever wandering eye. The dark mage bent down, her naked breasts brushing against the apprentice’s arm accidentally-on-purpose and causing a shiver of pure lust to snake its way from deep within her belly to join with the liquid that moistened her own thighs. Her n*****s stood to attention and tickled against Lize’s arm as the dark mage leaned further forward to lick the apprentice’s face before nibbling on her ear lobe.

Lize strained against her bonds, but it wasn’t the straining of someone trying to free herself. This was the straining of someone who desired...more...than a casual touch. More than the hand fiddling with her honey-blonde curls was currently giving her. 

“Please...I…” Lize drew in a shaky breath as the hand moved further down and parted her folds to run a practiced finger through the wetness that welled up from a seemingly secret spring inside of her. Kaira trembled with the strain of having to contain her emotions as she slid a finger through the young girl’s wet s*x, coming to rest on a c******s so erect it was almost like a tiny p***s. Kaira gently circled Lize’s c******s with one lazy finger, and the young apprentice moaned a deep, guttural, moan as her hips involuntarily jerked as she redied to received a c**k that was not coming, that was never going to come. “Please! Please!” Lize didn’t really know what she was begging for, but she knew that if so much pleasure could come from such little physical contact then surely the more contact there was the more pleasure would follow. 

Kaira withdrew her hand and slowly licked her fingers, tasting the aromatic flavour of the young priestess. She was delicious. Pure and sweet with a slight musky undertone.

The dark mage bent down and kissed Lize on the temple, then trailed kisses down her jaw until she reached the young apprentice’s erect n*****s. She took the right n****e in her mouth and Lize moaned then went slack as her eyes rolled back in her head. Kaira grazed her teeth over the young apprentice’s n****e until Lize was almost comatose with desire, then switched and paid the left breast the same attention. While her mouth was occupied her hands trailed down until she felt the moisture that was Lize’s s*x. 

Slowly Kaira stroked a finger up and down the s*x of her sister, until Lize could hardly bear it anymore and she strained against her bonds to bring something, anything, deep down within her. 

Kaira brought her hand slowly up to Lize’s opening, then with a gentle force she stuck first one finger, then two, and finally three fingers all the way in up to their knuckles as Lize let out a moan of pleasure and bucked her hips to meet the thrusting fingers. With three fingers pumping in and out of the young apprentice Kaira took her thumb and aggressively started stimulating the young priestess’s c******s. The combination of the fingers inside of her, the thumb on her c******s and the teeth nibbling on her n****e sent the young girl over the edge and with an ear-splitting screech she seemingly left this planet momentarily as wave after wave of pleasure washed over and through her; drowning her while she still managed to breathe...only just. 

Lize met Kaira’s probing fingers thrust for thrust and wiggled until just the right spot inside her was stimulated. She trembled as she writhed in pleasure, moans escaping her to echo around them in the barely lit room. Kaira could barely bear to give the pleasure and not receive any herself, and in a display of foolishness, or perhaps, fondness, she freed one of the apprentice’s arms from its shackle. 

Like lightening the freed arm snaked its way around Kaira’s neck, and she had a brief, fleeting thought that this was a fitting end, before her head was tugged down to meet a needy mouth the festooned it with kisses and little nips of her lips. 

Kaira untangled the apprentice’s fingers from her tresses and placed the girls hand on her breast, where her n****e waited, erect and longing. Hesitating slightly, the apprentice spread her fingers out to encompass the whole of Kaira’s breast before bringing her thumb inwards and playing with the n****e the way the dark mage had done to her, rolling it between thumb and forefinger and causing Kaira to lean into Lize’s free, but occupied, hand. 

“More...I...need...more.” Kaira managed to gasp out as Lize’s hand trailed lower, coming to rest on the mass of midnight black that so mirrored her honey blonde. 

Past the point of no return, Lize slipped her hand lower until her fingers were buried in the wet, dark curls. And then she did what had been done to her; first one finger, then two, then three entered the tight opening that was ready and waiting for them. She thrust her hand in and out, in and out and Kaira met her thrust for thrust until an ear-splitting scream of pleasure fell from the mouth of the dark mage as she finally found her own release.