Practice Makes Perfect

**PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT**

***Part One***

~ location Prakith

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Still wearing her black bloodstained dress and golden lace up heels, Knight Bathori walked to the tower. Her feet froze as she made her way through the fresh layer of snow. It was late, the Prak sun stood low against the horizon. After having spend the night on the Vixtrix she had finally returned to Prakith.

The heavy door of the tower swung open, K-0R9 stepped outside “Welcome home Master” he said as she watched her approach. “We expected you home last night” he continued as he let her inside. “Never have expectations Korg, I come and go whenever I please" she said as she brushed the already melting snow of her feet. “of course Master, did you enjoy the party?” the security droid closed and locked the entrance. Ammit looked up at him with a wicket smile “I sure did.” She let’s out a giggle as she started climbing the stairs “I also have plans to go on an expedition” she continued. The droid followed her up the stairs “an expedition Master?” “yes Korg, an expedition. I can’t say anything about it yet, we are still making preparations.”

At the top of the stairs she looked around the living area, then turned to K-0R9 “where’s everyone?” “on the roof, khara is lplaying, and Aro is training with \*the Housecarl\*” he replied, Ammit noticed at once the tone the droid used when he mentioned Jovian. She sat down on the sofa and as she took her heels off “you don’t like him to you?” “who Master?” “Jovian... you don’t like him.” The droid looked down at her “I don't.” A surprised smile appeared on her face “wow, you are the first droid I know that openly admits not liking someone” she chuckled as she rubbed her cold sore feet and added “but why?” “I don’t trust him, I am convinced he has a hidden agenda” he replied with honesty. “nothing stays hidden from me.” Ammit said as she got up, grabbing the lace up heels “I’ll go freshen up now.”

As she climbed the stairs she thought about the droids suspicions, realizing this was an excellent reason to practice the new skills Lord Xarxes taught her on Dathomir..

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“Mistress Bathori, welcome home” the Echani housecarl said when he saw her climbing down the stairs. Surprised by the choice of words, Ammit frowns “Mistress?? That’s a new one.”  “forgive me, I thought it was the right way..” he stammered until she interrupted him “shush it’s ok Jovian.. I’m just surprised.. but I like it.” She stopped at the bottom of the stairs with a smile. “would you like some dinner?” he asked her. “Not now, I want you to come with me for a moment.” She replied as she motioned with her index finger to follow. “Of course Mistress” he replied and followed her back up the stairs. Quietly she made her way to the third floor, and led him to the other side of the narrow hallway where the door to her private quarters were, and stopped. “What are we going to do?” he asked with a eager smile, looking at the door. “you will see" she replied with a chuckle and instead of entering her quarters she reached for the ladder next to it, that led to the mediation room at the top of the tower.

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The Iktotchi closed the hatch and turned to the housecarl  “take a seat Jovian” she pointed at one of the two round pillows on the floor. Without hesitation he sat down while she grabbed a bowl from a shelve. The Echani looked at her with much curiosity as she sat down in front of him, placing the bowl between them on the floor. “Give me your hand" she said holding out her own while taking a dagger in the other “I need some of your blood.” Without hesitation Jovian places his hand in hers “what will you do?” he smiled as he looked at the dagger. “you said once that you would do anything for me" she looked at him with her golden eyes and added “and now I need your help to practice my new skills.” She paused and waited for his reaction. He smiled “Of course I’ll help mistress.” “Excellent” and she took the blade and sliced in into his palm. His blood started to flow from the wound into the bowl, he clenched his fist. “a little more” Ammit insisted then she handed him a bandage to wrap around his hand.

“The first spell I want to practise will allow me to read your mind and emotions" she explained to him, for a moment she waited for a response but he said nothing so she added “whatever you are hiding will be known to me.” “I have nothing to hide from you mistress” he replies as he wrapped the bandage around his hand. “we will see about that" she replied.

Placing the dagger next the bowl she sat up straight and closed her eyes. Holding her hands above the bowl she used telekinesis to take half of the blood from the bowl. The red blob floated up between the Sorceress hands. She opened her eyes and saw how the housecarl watched her closely, with wicket smile she started to summon the magical Ichor to transform the blood. It took a little more effort now that she wasn’t on Dathomir, but eventually a green glowing myst appeared and swirled around the bloody blob. As she chanted the sinister words of the spell open-mind, the blood started to transform, becoming luminescent green before it started to fade away.

~ the world around her turned dark, suddenly Ammit was overwhelmed with sadness, she felt alone and rejected. Images started to flash before her eyes, she used her telepathic abilities to enhance the connection with Jovian. Suddenly she saw an image of an elder Echani couple, looking disappointed at Jovian, shaking their heads and sending him away..

The image faded, a feeling of warmth and happiness, she saw Jovian sitting at a table with her children, eating together as a family..

Again the image shifted, this time Ammit saw herself sitting in front of him with her eyes closed, chanting the spell of open-mind. She sensed a feeling of desire that grew stronger. While seeing herself she heard his voice, “what are we going to do?” then her own “you will see" the imagine of them standing before the door of her quarters flashed by. She sensed a powerful craving and in the background Ammit heard the sound of heavy breathing and moaning. Another image flashed by, she saw herself pregnant with him touching her round belly. The image went back to her sitting in front of him with her eyes closed, a strong feeling of arousal. Quickly Ammit broke the connection, bringing herself back to reality ~

Flustered she sat before him with quickened breath. “Did you see anything interesting” he softly asked as if he was afraid she would be angry. Her golden eyes looked up at him, she didn’t know how to react. “I did.... I’m just not sure what it meant" she responded honestly as she scratched behind her horn. “tell me, so I can explain” his suggestion felt sincere he wanted her to understand him.

“I saw your parents, they were unhappy with you and send you away.” she paused to hear his explanation, he looked down at the floor and took a deep breath “I was a disappointment to my family... their only son, unable to produce offspring.” Ammit could feel his sadness but stayed silent to give him space to talk. He continued “and when I got injured and was forced to retire form my job I was even a bigger disappointment for them. They felt a shamed told me leave.” She felt sorry for him, she knew how it felt to be rejected to feel unwanted by your own family “I’m sorry... I saw you with my children, you felt happy." His face changed, a smile appeared “I am happy to be part of your family mistress.”

The sorceress took a deep breath, she felt shy to tell what she had seen next. She felt her cheeks blushing “I saw myself, right here, right now.. I sensed your desire” she looked away “your desire to..  to bed me.” Her eyes shifted back to him, she noticed that he now looked flustered. “I saw myself carrying your child” she added and waited for his response. “well. Ehm.. I’m not going to deny it Mistress. I still have the desire to have to have children of my own even though I know it impossible.”

She listened quietly, thinking about what she had felt and heard. “You craved to have sex with me... you feel that now don’t you?” her directness surprised him, he nervously smiled “I.. I do.” “And you understand that is not going to happen right?” She waited for his reaction, he nodded but the disappointment was visible. She continued “I didn’t hire you to satisfy my sexual needs, your former employer does that already.” Shocked he nodded his head “yes Mistress.. I understand.”

“Good, I will show you what would happen” She said sternly as she sat up straight again. This time she took the other half of this blood from the bowl, it already had started to dry up. Suspended between her hands she started to chant the spell Thought Touch. The thick red blood glowed green and transformed like before until it completely evaporated before their eyes. Ammit thought about the time she killed the father of her son, but instead of the Chiss she imagined Jovian and instead or the shady hotel room she imagined her private quarters. Using Telepathy she enhanced the connection again and started to project her thoughts and feelings to the housecarl sitting in front of her.

~ “what are we going to do?” he asked, “you will see" Ammit replied opening the door to her private quarters allowing him inside. She closed the door behind her and walked towards Jovian, who stood next to the bed. With a devilish smile she pushed him on the bed and climbed on top of him, leaning forward, pressing her lips on his as she rubbed herself against him. The Echani wrapped his arms around her as their tongues entwined. The Sorceress could feel him getting hard, he wanted her. She drew back, kissed his cheek and sat up straight. She smiled as she cupped his cheek in her hand, whispering “thank you"  as her hand slowly moved over chin and to his neck where she applied cryokinesis, freezing this throat. The Echani gasped for air as she suffocated him, giving him a slow death. ~

When Ammit broke the connection she could see the discomfort. “Are you ok?” she asked him. He nodded silently, panting while rubbing his neck. “Jovian, I like you... my children like you.. you are part of this family now. But that’s all I can give you” her voice was soft and sincere, he was part of the family. “I understand mistress, I am grateful  and I would never ask more of you” he said as he tried to composed himself. Ammit smiled pleased “good, we’re almost done, just one spell left.

She took the blade again but this time she cut in to her own palm “this spell will allow me to track you down, no matter where you are” her golden eyes locked with his “I will be able to find you.” The blood trickled down her fingers into the bowl “soon I will go on a mission and I do not know for how long.” Squeezing her hand she reached for a bandage “I will trust you with children. Our home and will even leave you my ship.” “of course I will watch over the children, no matter what. They are safe with me” he responded to her. “good.”

For a third time she used telekinesis to take the blood out of the bowl, summoning the magical Ichor to transform it. “give me your other hand" at once he obeyed and gave her his hand, while chanted she slapped the blood onto his skin. It was bright green until it was absorbed by his body, leaving no trace what so ever, he was now marked.

With grinn on her pale face she looked up at him “that’s it, we’re done. Thank you.... I’ll have dinner now..”

**~ End ~**