Life and Death

Convergence
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Till the moment she died, Kreia had been a deceiver.


Revan clutched him to her, her lips melding tight against his into a feverish kiss that sent waves of pleasure shuddering through their bodies. Tongues dancing together in silent promises of that primal urge for lust and heat and sex, which brought forth an arousal that welled up from the very core of their desires. Fantasies were promptly manifesting themselves with a realism that caused the former Lord of the Sith to actually quake where she lay: Beneath him, his hips cradled within the junction of her thighs.


Even in death, she, Kreia felt the warm satisfaction of her original intent coming to a close. It would be abrupt and final. Her brightest hour would be at hand shortly, and all thanks to her finest pupils; Revan and Avery. While both were very different, they had been her best. They had been the sharpest, the strongest, fit enough to be her own children, but that was not the reason she had spent so much time guiding them here.


With her legs parted just wide enough so that she could press herself up against the bulge between his legs, she let out a low moan that vibrated across his tongue, coaxing ripples of delicious fervor pulsing through his body. He felt it everywhere, the heat. Revan seemed to be made up of a fire that he had not known in a long time, and here, on this lonely, desolate planet heat of any kind was craved – But it was her’s that was so addicting. Not a night passed anymore that he did not go to her, sliding into her bed to ease the wanton feelings of licentiousness that seemed to tear apart his insides, screaming to escape if he could not bury himself deep within her and forget all about the loves he’d left behind.


Perhaps it would have been inevitable, regardless of her prodding and counseling, that they would find each other, but they had. And Kreia knew all the same that it was because she had eliminated those petty feelings of love. Such emotions were unneeded and useless in times of war, and that was precisely what she had been in. For the duration of her time as a Jedi, she had wanted nothing more then to see it all end. The force. Now Avery had the chance to, and she was certain a vain and selfish creature such as he could accomplish such a feat, especially now that he had Revan; the ultimate prize.


Undoing her robe, Avery then helped her shrug off the bothersome material which was then tossed to the floor. Through kisses, caresses, and fluttered breaths, the remaining garments of both man and woman were then strewn about on the floor, forgotten in a frenzied storm of their pounding desire to join together. Several beats of their hearts would pass as they tangled back together, tasting and moaning all the while. For some time now they had been lovers, and knew each others body well; where to touch and how. It felt as though they had been together for years, regardless of the fact that it had been mere months. Seven long months that had left them both exhausted, angry, and hurt.


….But they had each other, she had made sure of that.


With one single thrust, Avery buried the length of his member deep within her. That powerful motion drove their lips apart to cry out, strenuous voices mingling in together in a haughty groan. A steady rhythm was set, the pace hurried and nearly violent, as Revan dug her fingernails into the knotted muscles of his back, eliciting a rough moan past his lips. He hated the pain, he yearned for it. With his thrusts becoming more even more adamant. They made love like they battled, thus their mounting passions were rising up to a fierce climax that threaded first through Revan -- She cried out, tremors wracking her well-toned body which shuddered and gripped his until he buried himself into her tight, slickness that final time. The orgasm pulled him inside out ripping the very energy from him as he matched the volume of Revan’s moan and spurted the passion from his body and into her’s, painting her insides in his name.


It didn’t matter that she hadn’t called out his name, it never did. As far as Avery was concerned, Carth Onasi was far, far away.


For several moments he lay there, her hips still locked round his. It wasn’t until their breathing had regulated that Avery and Revan separated, untangling the mess of their limbs so that they could lay, side by side. Breif ‘I love you’s’ were murmured, and smiles lingered on their lips, even as they fell into the depth of sleep.


And all the while Kreia looked on through her eternity, immersed herself within the one thing that she had despised for her whole existence: The force. Now however, she would stake her ultimate revenge, that was why she had brought them together her once exile, Avery, and her once Dark Lord of the Sith, Revan.


The death and life of the force.


And what a beautiful end it would be.