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Passion and Survival

Published: Feb 6, 2017

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Transient - 55

~Peace is a Lie~

Azriah sat in her quarters aboard the ship. All of the acolytes had their own private rooms for preparation, the ship that they traveled on back to Korriban had plenty of room to set everyone up properly. However, the pureblood had a special appointment with an individual who has helped speed her way through the training and earn her a special spot in the eye of a very powerful Sith... He wished to meet her personally before the others of her 'class' arrived, as well as warn her of a specific someone who wished her dead even before she made landfall.

"How strange..." Azriah said as she sat on her rock-hard bed, holding a little creature up by his hair between her index finger and thumb. Mat squirmed, a bug she found in her room had turned out to be something far more interesting. "I'd have thought the mouse droids would have swept up and disposed of waste like you... But if what you say is true, you're going to be far more entertaining than I initially gave you credit for."

Mat didn't say anything, he simply hung between her index finger and thumb. Her golden eyes were [REDACTED], and the fact that he was so openly turned on by her actions was more than pleasing to the aspiring Sith.

"Normally i'd just dispose of you quickly... But this could be fun." She cooed to him, before letting go. Mat squeaked as he plummeted into the open maw of her boot, landing on his back. The wind left his lungs as he gasped for air, the Pureblood's eyes gazing down into the maw of her boot upon him. She laughed, gripping each side of the shoe and giving it a little shake to force him to slide down to the toe section of her shoe. "I'll make you a deal... If you can survive until I make it to the Academy in there, I'll indulge your pleasures for as long as I see fit."

Mat couldn't reply in time before he gained company. The black nails of her toes slid in after him as he tried his best to get his breath back in the foul air. His lungs immediately choked, she never wore full socks - only black wraps around her arch. It was common practice in a lot of people in this galaxy to do that - however, it made for some foul smelling boots for sure. Her toes slid over him, neatly packing him in the crevice between. She flexed her digits, careful not to kill him immediately as she stood from her seated position. "Oh yes, little human... You'll do nicely... If what you say is true, i'll have a lot of fun with a willing sacrifice."

*** Later ***

Mat was barely clinging to life between the Pureblood's toes as she ran through the desert of Korriban. Sweat had drenched him, and the heat was exhausting. He was in another realm of ecstasy though,[. Every move she made slid the slimy red skin up and down his little shaft, overloading him with pleasure... He couldn't release, so this constant attention only built up pleasure to a punishing level. It was rough, he was bruised and beaten slightly from all of the Pureblood's combat, but he was still alive. The fighting slowed, and after what seemed like days, he was finally released from his captivity. Hot air flooded in as light filled the musky inside of her boot. He had survived...

With a quick jolt of her boot he was hurled to the heel section, and before he could get his bearings once more, he was pulled out of her footwear by Azriah's hand.

"Good job at not dying, I'm impressed." Azriah said with a smile as she looked to Mathew dangling by his ankle, his hair matted with sweat [REDACTED]. "It would appear at least one of your claims has truth to it... I made a deal with you, and my feet are in need of service human - so it's about time I utilized you to your full potential. Indulge in your pleasure..."

Gently she set him in the sand before her, the Sith Temple high in the background as other Acolytes passed by without taking notice of Azriah's strange attentions to an insect. She had removed both of her boots and set them aside, and now it was time to get to work. Mat was quaking with pleasure, but he did not hesitate. He immediately stepped forward to her heel as she had ordered, licking and enjoying every moment of his existence in the presence of this powerful goddess. Several hours passed as she watched him work, watched the passion that burned in his little soul.

"I can't feel your passion, but I can see it, Human. I like that"

Shortly after she plucked him up from the ground and discarded him into her footwear. It had a chance to air out slightly, but the heat was still immediately intense. She didn't give him any orders, but he also didn't have her foot in over him quite yet so he simply continued to enjoy himself. He licked at the fabric of her sock, his tongue pressing into the ground enough to draw out years worth of sweat and grime. She had worn these boots for well over a decade, and while they were well cared for, they had accumulated sweat and debris from years of travel. Her footprint had been permanently scarred into the insole, which Mat found to be most attractive.

Without warning, a half an hour later, the Acolyte lifted her boot and slipped her foot in atop him. She chuckled as she felt him underneath her foot, and not in the safe crevice of her toes - however, at this point she didn't care. She'd love to walk on him for a while, grind his body into the sole of her shoe... To her, while he was pathetic, he was still entertaining. Smashing his body into the fabric of her insole with the years worth if sweat and dirt accumulation would be a very fitting end for him even if he didn't come back to her. She'd always know that he was there, his corpse ground deeply into the fabric of her boot's insole.

"You won't survive long..." She cooed to him as she tightened the straps around her ankle. The moment she stood up she felt his body crack beneath her weight, and she let her head roll back as she inhaled deeply. She could feel him struggling beneath her still, and that power sent chills up her spine. She felt like a goddess, a divine figure to this little servant she was about to snuff out. His body popped and cracked as she stood, drinking in his torment...

"There is only passion..." She said under her breath... She hadn't known the code long, but she had begun to understand it's true meaning.

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