Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

The sensation of gloved hands around her throat was strangely not completely foreign to her. And yet it had never been so simultaneously euphoric and terrifying. She could feel a warring battle over her morality, knowing that this was so wrong. It actually kind of hurt. She wouldn't want anything about this moment to be different. A sizzling grew within her that felt deeper than simply desire, her fingertips felt like they were buzzing. Her bloodstreams felt as powerful as ocean currents. The monster within her stirred awake, her deepest and darkest desires seeming to latch onto him all on their own. Eyelashes fluttered, surrendering to plunging her entire body into the deep, dark beautiful nightmare that consumed her in the form of dark hair, strong limbs and ethereal power that felt familiar to her. His moans were like music, his body against hers - while separated by robes and armor and leather and mesh - felt like what she imagined weightlessness in the vastness of open space felt like. She ached for him, parts of her body tightened into a puzzle that she knew only he could work out with his hands and tongue and oh , the thickening hardening between his thighs. She was lost in what she could only describe as an alternate dimension. When the sirens blasted and she was snapped out of her lust-drunk state, she teetered on her heels and nearly hissed at the men who entered. Though her frustration was nothing in comparison to what she felt in the air all around him. Eyelashes fluttered, feeling as though a star was collapsing in the room. The air around him was searing hot, swirling and angry. With wide, curious eyes she watched. Her jaw unhinged, witnessing first hand what she was now realizing was not rumor but honest, real truth his temper was literally deadly, his unpredictability was not exaggerated. Zyra took a teetering step back, wondering if she would be next. The buzzing and hacking of his saber was enough to prompt a single tear to roll from her eyes out of fear. She could still feel his warmth on her plush lips, could still smell the scent of his glove around her throat. A red mark was left where he had gripped her neck, but she wore the badge of his aggression well on her creamy colored skin. Zyra's eyes were glassy with fear and awe, unsure of whether she was flattered or horrified. In that moment she accepted that there was something deeply wrong with her if she was even considering such a thing. Her green eyes met his otherworldly glowing ones, taken aback for a moment but intrigued. She hated herself for staring. To keep herself from gawking at him, she looked at the bodies all around them. Staring at the bodies - if they could even be called that - seemed like a safer bet than looking at Kylo. When told to stay, the woman nodded. After seeing that , the usually feisty woman didn't have the wherewithal to challenge or disobey. That had been horrifying. She wasn't sure how long she had simply stood in frozen shock and horror, but she eventually pushed her back against the wall and slid to the floor. Zyra kicked her heels off and hugged her legs to her chest, resting her chin on her knees and shedding a few more tears. She felt herself changing, felt herself becoming adjusted to the pieces of death all around her. Some of which she had been responsible for. At some point, sleep consumed her. Zyra draped her taut, curvy body onto the uncomfortable floor and drifted off with her arms beneath her head. She woke to the sound of someone entering the room, unsure for how long she had been out for, but welcomed wakefulness. Her nightmares had been horrible and erotic.