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Enticement
Co-Written by Cariel and Jody
To the public eye, Prince Anakin, or Lord Vader as the emperor preferred, was considered a cross between a joke and a disaster just waiting to happen. To the remnant Jedi, he would have been considered the fabled Chosen One. To the Sith, he was to become a weapon of slaughter and mass destruction. To the troubled prince himself, he was just a man struggling to make his father and master proud of him, to find his place amongst the stars, but most importantly, to find someone he could call his own.
Clad in his finest garbs, Lord Vader was the most prominent figure at this masquerade ball in Theed Palace. Garbed in black leather pants with a black loose-fitting shirt and, at one time, a mask of the same colour that was long since lost when he slipped it off to kiss a stranger. It had been his wish to spend the night with her and, ultimately, many more to come, but the young prince soon discovered that he wasn’t the only one who felt this way. Though he made short work of the woman’s beau, the Sith Lord soon found himself alone once more. The woman, he had soon learnt, was involved with the man in question, which left him wondering why she would betray her lover. However, he was too insulted that she had used him to bother dwelling on it further.
Not one to give up easily, the young prince was now on the prowl once more. Setting his eyes on a rather beautiful masked blonde-haired woman, Anakin gave an impish smile to which he was readily rewarded. Perhaps tonight won’t be so bad after all, he mused before finishing his umpteenth glass of potent apsinthos.
Edeja was trapped in a room filled with people she didn’t know or recognized with their masks on. Forcing herself to take deep breaths so as not to completely panic, she cleared her thoughts and tried to go over all the possibly locations where Kei might be. When that proved to be a lost cause, a frantic and frustrated Edeja decided to see if she could find a familiar face or aura that would link her to Kei. Since she was barely sensitive to the Force, it made the task daunting.
Everyone’s faces were hidden, all save for one, who was currently in the process of alleviating a masked woman of her gown, while she eagerly returned the favour. Closing her eyes and muttering a soft prayer to the great goddess, Edeja attempted to think of another option. The last thing she wanted to do was interrupt, nevermind speak to, Vader while he was in various stages of undress. At the same time, the former priestess knew if she didn’t act and quickly, things would only become even more embarrassing. She knew just as well as the general public that Anakin had no concept of morals or shame.
Stiffening her jaw and slipping her fingers to her necklace, a gift from her mentor, the high priestess, Edeja appraoched him.
The young Sith Lord didn’t notice her.
‘Vader,’ Edeja began. She never bothered to use his formal title because she felt that someone as disgraceful as him didn’t deserve to have titles.
Luckily, Anakin never noticed her purposeful slip of words.
‘Anakin, where’s Kei? I know you were with him when he went to talk to Mikal,’ Edeja attempted again with eyes properly averted.
Only an eager moan answered her question, leaving the petite woman both disgusted and livid. Without a second thought, the oracle slapped the prince upside the head with her hand as hard as she could.
Had it not been for the fact that Anakin was seated at the time; the slap would have had little if any effect. But both timing and the angle was perfect, causing the prince’s attentions to be forced back to her and to the present.
‘Iquicha-we witch!’ Anakin hissed, furious at the interruption.
The woman in his arms took one look at the livid Edeja and, unknowing the true reasons for her rage, suddenly grew conscious of her semi-exposed form and covered up before slipping off Anakin’s lap.
Anakin cared little that his shirt was now completely unbuttoned or that his trousers were unbuckled and in the process of being unzipped.
‘Where’s Kei, you disgusting piece of filth!?’ Edeja snapped.
‘Wait! Where are you going?’ Anakin stammered in concern while completely ignoring Edeja as he noticed the woman was departing.
Clearly more concerned about avoiding Edeja over the tipsy Sith Lord, the woman just shook her head and apologized before disappearing into the crowd.
Angered at having a second opportunity ruined, Anakin whirled around to face an equally furious Edeja. ‘Now look what you’ve done, you wretched hag! You scared her away!’ Vader hissed as the petite woman folded her arms while rolling her eyes in disgust.
‘I think you’ve done a fine job of that yourself. Now, for the love of the goddess, pull yourself together! I’ve lost Kei and I know you were with him last,’ she remarked.
Anakin threw a rude gesture at her before tending to his state of undress with questionable success. He was hardly sober, unlike the furious woman who refused to look at him until he was presentable once more. ‘How the echuta would I know where that fool is? Do I look like I’m his keeper?’ Anakin growled between curses as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.
Edeja just gave him a withering look that needed no words and with a frustrated sigh the young prince gave into her demands.
It wasn’t that he was frightened of her, but after experiencing firsthand the painful end results of her temper, Vader knew better than to argue. The last thing he wanted was to find himself the victim of Edeja’s deadly aim. ‘Force, you’re such an annoying witch. What Kei sees in you, I’ll never know,’ Anakin grumbled as he motioned her to follow him.
‘Fancy that. I was wondering the same about your million and one girlfriends.’
Anakin stopped in mid-step and once more faced Edeja in agitation. ‘Do you want me to help you or not?’ he hissed causing the former priestess to give a soft sigh or resignation.
The topic was a delicate one for Anakin who desperately wanted to be in a relationship. While he was more than able to share the night with many women, establishing a proper relationship with one was another matter entirely. In silence, the Sith Lord led Edeja to the freshers where the petite woman refused to enter. Rolling his eyes Anakin gave a sigh. ‘Last I saw of Kei, he was in the men’s fresher with Mikal who was too stupid to know his limit.’
‘Go in there and check,’ Edeja ordered as Anakin made a face.
‘Why don’t you?’ Anakin began before uttering as curses before doing as he was told. In truth, he didn’t hate Edeja nearly as much as she despised him. It was only because she had helped heal his wounds after many of his training sessions with his master. Though scars remained, Kei’s wife’s healing ointment eased the worst of the lightning burns and the pain that came from it.
As predicted, Kei was feeding water and some anti-hangover meds to a rather sickly-looking Mikal. At the sight of Anakin, whose shirt was only semi-buttoned and hardly tucked into his trousers, Kei raised a brow and smirked. ‘Goddess help me, do I even want to know?’ he asked before taking note that Anakin had two different shades of lipstick covering his neck, lips, and cheeks. ‘You might want to wash your face lest you make your third attempt jealous,’ Kei said, chuckling while shaking his head.
Anakin furrowed his brow in confusion before his eyes caught sight of his reflection. Turning crimson, he quickly went to wash it off before Edeja’s voice from outside alerted him to the reason he was even there. ‘Your hag of a wife is looking for you,’ Vader said casually as the Humbarine prince frowned.
‘Anakin, that hag has saved your hide more times than I can count. Now show her a little respect.’
The prince gave a soft sigh in reply, knowing that Kei was ultimately right. Before he could say anything further, Kei was departing with the recovering Mikal to meet Edeja and explain the situation.
It was a little while later when Anakin was finally rid of the lipstick that decorated his tanned features. Having tucked in his shirt properly and unevenly re-buttoned it, Vader decided he was finally ready to rejoin the party once more. Emerging from the fresher, Anakin swiftly grabbed another fluted glass of apsinthos. With glass in hand, the Sith Lord’s eyes scanned the crowd once more with the intent of finding someone he could spend some quality time with, preferably for longer than one night.
‘Ah well,’ she figured to herself, grabbing a glass of apsinthos. She figured she might as well enjoy the free alcohol. If she wasn’t going to get any action tonight, at least she would be too buzzed to care about it.
When Ellé spotted Dormé, she rolled her eyes, but the younger girl was very keen to tell her about what happened to Moteé that evening. Though Dormé considered herself good friends with the elder woman, she was hardly one to turn down a little gossip. Dormé herself didn’t gossip, for she was more concerned about other matters than trivial word-of-mouth, but she did enjoy hearing it every so often, especially when she was working on getting high and having had little luck with the men.
Dormé laughed and before she had a chance to excuse herself, she spotted him. This was someone very new to her indeed, and someone not wearing a mask of any sort. However, she didn’t blame him for the lack of mask, for why would anyone desire to hide such a handsome face? She herself had many freckles, which she would cover with make-up like this evening, and underneath the mask she wore, which matched her gown on inferior to the style and fabrics of her friends.
It was then that Vader saw her. Though an elegant black mask with blood-red accents covered her beautiful features, Anakin knew she was perfection in the flesh. The crimson gown that graced and caressed her petite form revealed all, yet nothing, and held a silent invitation just as her dark hair, so soft and silky which begged to be touched. Her eyes, so mischievous, like the smile that graced her lush lips which held a million mysteries he longed to discover, if only she would let him. The more he watched her, the more he longed for her until the need became so great that the Sith Lord could do little else but approach the goddess in the red gown who had unwittingly stolen his heart.
Having a legitimate excuse, Dormé caught his eyes, smiled and turned away. She began walking slowly at first and as she thought she heard over the sound of the music and other people talking, his footsteps drawing too near, she quickened her pace, but only to lure him onward as she approached the gardens. She paused slightly, turning back and smiling at him once more before entering the gardens, her pace much slower now as she waited on purpose for him to make a move.
Their eyes met and without further thought, the young prince was soon trailing after her. It didn’t take him long to notice her game, but he was hardly bothered by it. It only served to intrigue him further as he knew where this was headed and was only too happy for the opportunity to bask in this beautiful goddess’s presence. Following the mysterious woman, while doing his best to play along with her little game, his mischievous smile did little to hide his interest. Once they had entered the gardens, the young prince was soon catching up to her. Once within reach, Vader was quick to slip an arm around her petite waist before leaning in to steal a kiss from her inviting lips.
Dormé inhaled as his warm arm slipped around her waist, drawing her in for a kiss. She momentarily rested a hand on his chest as she returned his kiss with mounting passion. She tasted the apsinthos from his tongue, commingling with her own, giving it a tart, but not bitter taste. Unlike most of the upper class here, Dormé was unaware of this man’s identity let alone his notorious reputation. Neither had she been warned of his clingy tendencies, though she would soon find this out. For now, she had what she wanted. Despite the semi-private location, Dormé was hardly shy in initiating the swift removal of pieces of clothing.
Though it was something Vader could ever hope to explain, nor something he could ever hope to understand, the moment their lips touched, a connection formed. It was not in the literal sense, rather, something spiritual as though his very soul was touching hers, or perhaps it was it was the other way around. In his less-than-sober state, such coherency was lost and thus all he knew was the pleasure brought on by her touch by her passionate reply to his kiss. Words weren’t needed, then again was it ever needed?
If Anakin was aware of the fact Dormé had no idea who he was or the reputation that preceded him, it didn’t show. In truth, had he known, the young prince would have been relieved and clung onto the hope that his chances for keeping this beauty by his side would have vastly improved for it. He couldn’t have been more wrong if he tried. For now, all that was on his mind was his need to bask in the beauty of her flesh and like the goddess in his arms. The Sith Lord was quick to clumsily undo the clasps of her gown. However, while he was more than experienced in the matter, his sobriety or lack thereof made it a complication and in the end with a proud smirk, he used the Force to undo the gown causing it to drop to the grassy floor. The fact they were now drawing a bit of a crowd was hardly noted on him, neither the fact the paparazzi was making the most of this moment either.
Dormé found herself slightly chilled when her gown fell heedlessly to the ground without warning, she still had yet to find out that he was gifted in the Force, but after discarding her heels and finding herself much shorter than the man before her, she was more preoccupied ridding him of his black shirt. Feeling his flesh against her own, she no longer worried about feeling cold, for his touch was soon warming her once more. His kiss ignited within her something she never knew existed before and though much of this was carnal lust, for she did not even know this man, something else, something deeper beyond all measures of human existence sparked within that she would only catch a glimpse of understanding much later.
Anakin’s need to get close to the beautiful goddess left him completely unaware of his surroundings, or anything else for that matter. In reality his entire universe in those moments consisted entirely of her. Such hunger he had never known until his lips met hers and his hands explored the beauty’s soft flesh. Though he couldn’t see her face through the Force, he could feel her signature and instinctively reached out for it with his own. It was as though enjoying her body wasn’t enough for him the Sith Lord longed to touch her soul, to feel it intermingle with his own. Anakin couldn’t have ever guessed that already their spirits were already communicating with each other. That this was no ordinary moment of unbridled passion, that this was the beginning of something far greater then either could imagine.
Dormé lost herself in his arms, unaware of anything save this man and the way he was making her feel. By the time her mask was temporarily shed, it was too dark in the gardens for anyone to see her, however, the paparazzi’s artistic and effective recorders were no doubt able to get good shots of her face, amongst other things. Her nails dug into the flesh of his back as she cried out in a series of Urishian curses out of pleasure. The way he worked with her was as though he already knew her body, as though they had been lovers for years instead of minutes. It was something unknown to Dormé and something she would definitely want to taste again.
In his earlier inexperienced days, Vader’s encounters were about bringing him pleasure, but as he longed to enter a relationship, the young prince learned to how to give as well as take. He soon discovered that the more his partner enjoyed their time with him, the more his own pleasure grew. As such, Anakin soon strived to do all he could to properly bask in a woman’s presence .What was unexpected was how much the beauty in his arms knew how to bask in his presence. It was as though she knew both his body and his soul, leaving him to completely lose himself in her embrace in ways he had never known before. Crying out to the heavens and cursing in his native tongue, he called the stranger his goddess and begged her to never end this moment of sweet bliss. Though conscious thought would not return to him until some time later, in the back of his mind, some part of him already knew that she was the one.
Whatever powers she had over him, he equally had in turn. It became impossible to tell who was in control, for control was given and taken in this endless cycle of passion. There was no vying for mastery, no submission or conquering, but the perfect melding of two souls that had no idea what was happening to them. Was it any wonder that onlookers were torn between disgust and awe? That as much as they wanted to look away, told themselves they ought to, they found themselves unable to.
Though their display of passion made for quite a sight, it mattered little to the young Sith Lord who felt as though they were in a realm of their own. With their bodies and spirits melded as one, Anakin felt as though there was no beginning and no ending between them.
Time took its toll on the pair, who ended up under a large tree, lying in the grass some metres away. As their breathing and heartbeats gradually returned to normal, Dormé was reluctant to pull away, to find her gown and leave as she usually would. She didn’t want to come down from the high she experienced with him. She ran her fingers through his hair instead, gazing into his eyes, though his form was shadowed by the leaves above them.
Slipping his arms around her, the Sith Lord purred in contentment to her gentle touch. Though he couldn’t see her features, for it was too dark still to properly make them out, Anakin could read her Force signature and was content to see she was at peace as he felt.
‘I don’t think I have to tell you how amazing that was,’ she murmured.
Her murmured words gave him hope that perhaps she understood what he felt, that perhaps, just maybe she was as interested as he was to take this night to the next level.
‘Though I would like to know where in the urugal you learnt how to...I mean—’ she gasped, shaking her head.
His expression wavered, believing that she was mocking him for his failed attempts to enter a proper relationship. It wasn’t the first time potential suitors teased or insulted him. ‘I was about to ask you the same thing,’ he murmured with a smile.
Dormé grinned mischievously at the man’s words. Though she could barely see him in this light, the moonlight illuminated the curves of his arms and legs as he moved to pull her closer. Before she had a chance to ask who he was, he was kissing her again and she was hardly objecting. She didn’t put his words to heart, easily shrugging it off as a playful term for her. She had been called by far more risqué names and she found she liked this one the best of all.
While he wanted to turn the topic to lighter matters, his mind was hardly in a coherent state and so, he fell silent as his fingers slipped to her dark hair. ‘My beautiful goddess,’ he murmured quietly as he leaned in to steal a lazy kiss. It still had yet to occur to him that he didn’t even know her name.
She moaned as he kissed her, once more pressing herself against him, feeling as though she never wanted this moment to end. Inevitably, she manoeuvred her way onto him, despite their mutual exhaustion and the result of alcohol consumption, using her talents to work her way back to the height achieved just a little while ago. She doubted it would be as good as before, but couldn’t help wanting to give it another go.
The feel of her body against his own served to awaken the hunger once more and soon he was readily helping her manoeuvre herself back onto him once more. While he was quite exhausted, some temptations were too much to resist and this was one of them. Though it was obvious both were tired, neither was willing to give up the opportunity presented.
Dormé didn’t need to know who this man was, as tempted as she was to find out. She lied to herself that this was just another one-night stand. Come morning, he wouldn’t care about her anyway. She wouldn’t care about him. That’s not what this was about. They didn’t need to talk. Words were cheap. She lost herself in the way he made her feel and when they were too tired to continue even kissing, she too fell into a brief sleep.
It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning when Anakin finally decided cuddling was equally intriguing as basking in his goddess’s presence. The alcohol was finally taking its toll as was the exhaustion and as the young prince held onto Dormé tightly he soon found himself drifting off into a deep but the most peaceful sleep of his life.
Dormé hadn’t intended to fall asleep, but she couldn’t help it. She felt so comfortable in his arms, as though she fit perfectly within them. However, the temperature of the gardens dropped severely in the wee hours of the morning and soon enough, she was shivering and this caused her to wake up. The dew in her hair made her even colder and she skilfully wriggled herself from his arms to frantically search for clothing. She cursed profusely as she couldn’t find her gown. Her shoes, yes, but her gown? No. Finally, she gave up and slipped on the man’s shirt and her heels before rushing out of the garden and then to the transports that would take her back to Uriash.
Stirring awake from his deep slumber, Vader awoke to the welcoming pounding sensation that reminded him albeit too late that he should have had more water with his apsinthos. Glancing around, he struggled to remember where he was though he clearly remembered his moments shared with the mysterious goddess. However, even before he could decipher his location, the first thing he registered was just how cold it was. Frantically, he stumbled to his feet the Sith Lord was quick to try and locate his clothes. However, they were no where near and fumbling about in the grass he hardly registered the frantic gardener, who was rendered speechless at the sight of a very naked prince roaming about.
While the elderly woman sped back to the palace to inform security, it was safe to say nothing was done about it, as most had already seen enough of Vader to last a lifetime. Given the prince’s notorious temper, no one believed their pay was enough cover them having to face his wrath.
The prince was hardly in any state to cause any sort of trouble and was more frantic about warming up than unleashing his wrath on anyone. Anakin realized his shirt had all but disappeared. It was also then that he caught sight of the beauty’s gown and mask. Furrowing his brow in curiosity, but then a slow but overjoyed smile crept into his features. It would seem she was as eager to be with him as he was with her. What was her name? And how could he reach her again?
It was obvious she left in a hurry, as she couldn’t be bothered to grab her gown or mask, though Anakin was certain she’d be missing it later. Though shirtless, he quietly grabbed her belongings and began his journey back to his ship. He was confident he would see her again, though when or how he couldn’t say, but when he did, Anakin decided it was only fair he returned her things. Upon his arrival home, he gave the gown over to the servants to have it repaired and cleaned before going to his quarters to pass out and recover from his rather nasty hang over.
Even so, she took off her heels and crept upstairs to shower and change before falling into bed and sleeping past noon. Even at dinner the following evening her mother didn’t say anything. She didn’t think she would, but almost wished she would. Dormé always tried to make conversation with her, but it was always so forced. She hated it. She wished her mother would just look at her sometimes.
The emperor was far more skilled and easily blocked the young man’s attempts, which were weakened by his hangover. ‘I rule an empire not a bordello where you are the main attraction! Pull this stunt again and I swear to you, Vader, you will come to understand there are worse things in this life than death!’
Anakin said nothing, for he couldn’t say anything. He had no idea what his father was talking about. Just as the stars behind his eyes turned to inky blackness, the Sith Master released his vice-like grip from his throat before throwing a datapad on the bed and stormed out.
Coughing violently and struggling to catch his breath, Anakin’s bleary eyes fell onto the datapad that now fell from his chest and landed on his lap. It was the news and on the front cover was a rather revealing photo of himself with the mysterious woman doing things he certainly didn’t want his father seeing. Turning crimson, he uttered a series of curses. He didn’t need to read the title to know what it was about.
Needless to say, Vader knew today was going to be a long one.
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