Acina looked up from her reports at the door's hiss. As promised, Ashara Zavros was standing in its frame, hesitating at the threshold. “Come in,” Acina said.
Zavros stepped in and jerked as the door closed behind her. “Dark Lord.”
“Nox mentioned your ... interests.” Acina put the datapad down. “Mine are, ah, compatible.”
“Oh.”
Acina knew Nox well enough to know she wouldn't have sent her pet Jedi in unwarned. Zavros's hesitancy must be shame or insecurity or perhaps second thoughts. “If you care to indulge them, I have a few hours free.”
Zavros hesitated, and for a moment Acina thought the little Jedi would turn tail and flee, but then she nodded. “Very well.”
“Excellent. Follow me, please.”
Acina rose and led Zavros to the little bedroom she kept in her offices for the days she was too busy to make it to either her apartments or estate. With Nox's forewarning, she'd also brought over some of the supplies for her more unusual tastes.
“Strip,” she ordered once they were both inside.
Again, Zavros hesitated, but she slowly removed and folded her jacket, shirt, and trousers as Acina stripped to her underwear. “Should I keep my underwear?” Zavros asked.
“If you do, I will cut it off you.”
Zavros shucked off her bra and undies. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, arms crossed beneath her breasts, as she waited for the next instruction. Her lekku shifted from her breasts to the sides as she fidgeted.
Acina finished fitting the waterproof sheet and took out the knife. “On your back on the bed.”
Zavros nodded and obeyed. Good; Acina always liked that in her bedfellows.
She had not had much time to study Togruta physiology, but Zavros was able to lay on her back despite the back lek, and between her legs, her nether lips were opening to display the grasping apparatus that would guide the matching male organ home. Moisture gleamed on it.
Acina straddled her target and brought the knife down. She pressed the flat of the blade against Zavros's breast and observed the territory. Not much fluff, front lekku hitting the sheet, no marks on the orange skin.
That would change, Acina knew, and tilted the knife so its point ghosted the surface of Zavros's skin. She drew a line from Zavros's breast towards her navel, increasing the pressure of the knife along the way until the skin yielded beneath the tip and sprung apart, leaving a red trail as a memento of the knife's path.
Most humanoids bled red. Togruta were no exception. Acina would quite like to play with a Mirialan sometime; the contrast of red blood and green skin would be interesting.
Zavros twitched with her whole body, fingers digging into the bedsheets, letting out a wet noise. The knife skidded, running an irregularly gashed line to the side.
“You do realize that the more you twitch, the greater your injuries?” Acina tsked. “So eager to be sliced up.”
Zavros breathed in and out. “You know why I'm here.”
A grim split Acina's face. “Is that so?” She skated the knife to Zavros's other flank. “I suppose I had better get on with it, then.”
The skin parted at the pressure on the knife. Acina kept a close watch on the Force for signs of danger as she cut deeper, then ran the blade up Zavros's side towards her breast. On Togruta, the tissue was denser than on Humans. Acina pulled the knife up so its tip was barely scratching skin and stopped before the nipple. Zavros whined.
“So this is what you want.” She ran the knife over the top of Zavros's other breast. “To be marked where others can see it.” It would not scar if Zavros applied kolto, but the red lines would be there. “No?”
Zavros moaned and bucked her hips. Acina spared a glance at Zavros's grasping organ and straddled her hips on a whim.
The organ grasped, caught on Acina's underwear, realized where another body might be found, and directed its attentions upwards. Acina flinched as the upper tendril raked through the wet spot on her underwear, then slid further down so it may reach her clitoris.
The sensation was odd but not unpleasant. She rocked her hips against its motions as she considered where to bring her knife next.
Zavros's left nipple caught the light. Acina brought her knife to the edge of the areola and toyed around it with the tip. Zavros's grasping organ redoubled its efforts, twitching against Acina with renewed desperation.
“You wish to be cut apart,” Acina purred. “How delightful.”
“Noo,” Zavros whined, but the pulse of lust that had dripped into the Force revealed her words to be a lie.
Acina pressed the tip of the knife just off Zavros's areola until a droplet of red beaded in its track, then pushed it up, up, until it hit the edge of the areola and went through. She kept it there, not quite at the nipple, for a moment and drew a different path down. Zavros was trembling with the effort of staying still.
It was quite the appealing picture. Acina would be getting off on it for months to come.
She moved to the other breast now, already marked, and pressed it with the flat of the blade where Zavros bled. Zavros twitched, hips rocking up against hers, and she turned the knife so its edge touched Zavros's skin. The barest whisper of pressure biting at the skin-
Zavros bucked wildly, screaming as she came. Acina drew back and enjoyed the sight she made as her grasping organ mashed against Acina's clitoris.
After a good while Zavros setled down bonelessly against the bedsheet. The blood had started to clot, leaving clumpy dark lines etched across her orange skin.
“That was nice,” Zavros said.
Acina raised an eyebrow. “We're not done yet,” she declared and brought the knife down on Zavros's stomach.
Zavros groaned and threw her head back. Her grasping organ reawakened, twitching against Acina's groin once more. Acina wondered how many times she could repeat the process.
Well, there was only one way to find out. Acina smiled as she drew another line across the skin, blood welling in its wake.