Elara *meets* Aria

Days since start of the negotiations: 43

Alone now, Elara reclined in her chair, releasing a sigh that echoed through the silent room. Her role as senator had traded her modest work attire for lavish gowns. The dress she wore now was embellished with intricate embroidery, marking her new status as a woman of elegance and culture. This was a stark contrast to the utilitarian clothing she once donned as an emblem of unity with her constituents. Now, it served as a badge of her elite status. She allowed herself a moment to lean back, emitting a sigh that filled the quiet room - an audible testament to her escalating despair. The chair groaned under her weight, mirroring her exhaustion; its plush cushion provided scant solace against the harsh reality.

Her unwavering dedication to negotiations sparked widespread protests in the capital. Resignations rippled through her team like wildfire, culminating in even her own daughter stepping down from the position of chief-of-staff. Their familial bond fractured under this strain, leaving Elara grappling with this poignant betrayal.

Outside, the city buzzed with dissent - their raucous protests providing a stark contrast to Elara's solitude. It felt as though the world was rallying against her; each opposing voice amplifying the creeping doubts already infesting her mind.

Negotiating within circles of industrial magnates proved challenging for Elara. She managed to forge unstable alliances but found they still seemed to regard her condescendingly due to her gender. The wives of these tycoons showed scant interest in politics or anything beyond their domestic spheres, presenting themselves to Elara as shallow and disappointingly lacking intelligence. This lukewarm reception deepened her sense of alienation in this foreign landscape she was **** to navigate.

Regrettably, there had been no significant progress in the negotiations for her husband's release. Zax had informed her that his liberation could be months, if not years away. He explained that any hasty move might alert the other house to the value of their captive, and she may never see her beloved Kai again.

"You appear stressed," Zax observed, shattering the silence of their meeting. He leisurely sipped on a caf she had prepared for him earlier in the day. Over the past few weeks, they had established a routine: Zax would outline the daily agenda while she ensured everyone had their morning caf. Initially, she had resisted this division of labor, but Zax was persistent and turned out to be correct. The act of making caf each morning grounded her and their productivity was at an all-time high.

"I will admit to feeling somewhat…lonely," Elara confessed."I know I made necessary decisions, but I feel isolated now. With my staff resigning, it feels as though I've lost my support system. And with all the fighting…ugh. I just don’t feel at peace" In the past days, as she faced revolt from her support team, she realized Zax was the only person she felt like she could freely talk to.

"Uncertainty can be beneficial at times, but without stability, you won't be able to perform effectively or serve the people of Geldaf if you're distressed, correct?" Elara nodded slowly in response. "You're too tense. You need to relax. How about receiving a massage from my assistant? I acquired her services nearly a year ago and she has become highly skilled in the art of Sith relaxation techniques."

"Oh, I don't know…" Elara hesitated.

"God, you can be so obtuse sometimes. Just follow my advice and everything will fall into place." For a brief moment, anger flared within Elara at being called obtuse. She was a senator of Geldaf after all! But then a sharp pain flashed through her head and vanished as quickly as it came. Zax was right again, of course. She had been making numerous mistakes lately and she felt grateful that Zax was there to guide her.

"She'll arrive at your quarters at 7 galactic standard time. Make sure you're present," he instructed.

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Elara hadn't anticipated what form Zax's aide would take, yet the woman who presented herself at her doorstep was a surprise. It took all of Elara's willpower not to gawk at the young, strikingly attractive woman standing before her. She refrained from making snap judgments based on appearances, but it was challenging to imagine that this woman's employment hinged on more than just her physical appeal.

Aria grinned as she came inside Elara’s house. She couldn’t wait to help her Daddy continue to break down this stupid bitch. She had spent the past month without her Daddy’s precious cock because he was too busy at the fake meetings. Which was ridiculous because Elara was a female! It’s not like she should be making any decisions anyway. But Daddy said if they played their cards right, Elara might have a sexy new mommy. She felt her cunty get wet at the thought.

Elara reclined nude on the massage table, allowing Aria to apply oil to her body and knead the knots in her back. Warning bells clamored in her mind, cautioning that something was amiss. She should put an end to this. Yet, she was weary. She was alone. And Zax himself had recommended this course of action. She trusted him; therefore, she decided to give it a chance.

Unbeknownst to Elara, Aria's massage oil was laced with a potent aphrodisiac. Moreover, Aria herself had been tutored by Zax in the dark art of **** corruption. Both factors began to take effect on Elara.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" Aria whispered into Elara's ear while amplifying the waves of pleasure surging through Elara's brain. Elara moaned in response; all thoughts of warning bells and halting the process instantly vanished. She felt as if she were in paradise.

"Embrace the ecstasy," Aria's voice was a low purr, her words weaving a seductive spell in the charged air. "I can only imagine how fantastic your pussy tastes."

Elara blinked, her mind foggy and sluggish as if she were wading through a dense fog. Her body pulsed with an unfamiliar sensation akin to fireworks detonating within her core. "My...my what?" she managed to stutter out.

Aria chuckled softly, an undercurrent of wicked delight threading through her tone. "Your sexy pussy, darling. Though I think it’ll look so much better once it’s shaved. I suppose you've never been introduced to the intimate art of a Sith massage."

Suddenly, with no forewarning, Aria drove two fingers deep into the tender folds of Elara's pulsating core. The unexpected invasion drew a startled cry from Elara, a keen of surprise and pleasure that echoed in the charged air around them. Waves of ecstasy surged through her, an unrelenting tempest that left her breathless and dazed. Every nerve ending was aflame with rapture, as if she were being consumed by a supernova from within. Her body arched instinctively against Aria's touch, craving more of the exquisite torment that sent shockwaves of bliss rippling through her. Each wave crashed over her, leaving her gasping for air amidst the sea of pleasure that threatened to drown her in its depths.

She had to put an end to this. Her mind drifted back to the gentle, passionate lovemaking she'd shared with Kai; they were a stark contrast to the current situation. Now, it was the relentless rhythm of Aria's fingers driving in and out of her that dominated her senses. The intensity, the raw urgency was nothing like she had experienced before. It was as if every stroke served as a reminder of how drastically things had changed, how far she had strayed from the tender love she once knew.

"This isn't right..." Elara managed to utter amidst the onslaught of sensations threatening to shatter her resolve. She clung desperately onto fragments of reality, reminding herself, "...wait... I'm married..." Her words were punctuated by involuntary moans that betrayed the pleasure coursing through her veins.

"What does it matter if you're wedded?" Aria's voice was a sibilant whisper in Elara's ear, tugging at the threads of ecstasy and desire embedded deep within her psyche. "Has your stupid husband?" As she spoke, Aria delved deeper into the labyrinth of Elara's mind, reshaping and manipulating memories. She found cherished recollections of intimate moments shared between Elara and Kai. These images were unacceptable in their current form. With an invisible hand, she kneaded these past remembrances like malleable clay until Elara would only recall her husband’s loving making as a lukewarm affair that never really satisfied her carnal cravings with the intensity she secretly yearned for.

Elara bit back a retort, swallowing the bitter taste of the affront. Her mind spun as she tried to gather her thoughts, but they were elusive, like wisps of smoke slipping through her fingers. It felt like an eternity since she had last shared a bed with her husband. She could barely summon up the faded memories of their intimate moments together - they seemed shrouded in a distant past that was slowly being swallowed by the shadows.

She had loved her husband deeply, there was no denying that. He had been a man of integrity and honor, his love for her evident in every word he spoke and every glance he cast her way. But when it came to their physical relationship, there had always been something lacking - something she could never quite put into words.

In the privacy of their bedroom, he had always treated her with gentle affection, his touch tender and cautious as if she were some fragile creature that might shatter under too much pressure. But secretly, deep within the recesses of her heart where such desires lurked hidden and unspoken, Elara yearned for more than just tenderness.

She craved passion; raw and untamed. She longed to be claimed fiercely and completely; to be taken by someone who recognized the fire within her and wasn't afraid to stoke it into an inferno.

Abruptly, Aria maneuvered Elara onto the table, her movements swift and assertive. She lowered herself, disappearing into the space between Elara's trembling thighs. "Oh Daddy was right," she breathed out in a husky whisper that was laced with surprise and newfound desire. "You taste amazing mommy."

Aria's hands found their way to Elara's shapely backside, kneading the soft flesh with an insatiable hunger. She gave it a firm smack, causing a ripple effect that made Elara's body jiggle enticingly. Each touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through them both.

Elara's breath hitched, her fingers digging into the cold, metallic edges of the table as she succumbed to the intoxicating sensations coursing through her. Her emerald eyes fluttered shut, surrendering control to the unexpected waves of pleasure that washed over her. Her body convulsed involuntarily under Aria's skillful touch, a testament to how effectively Zax had warped the once innocent Padawan.

"Do you know what the best part of this is?" Aria murmured in a sultry whisper that sent shivers down Elara's spine. "Every day when you return from your tiresome negotiations and diplomatic charades... my eager little tongue will be waiting for you."

Aria paused, letting her words sink in as she continued to stimulate Elara with practiced ease. "You can let all your worries and doubts disappear into oblivion while I service your delicate pussy with my tongue and fingers," she promised. The crude language was so foreign coming from Aria's lips yet it only served to heighten Elara's arousal.

"Daddy Zax has commanded me to ensure you feel good... And his wish is my command," Aria cooed seductively, her voice dripping with perverse delight at their shared debasement.

Her words hung heavy in the air between them, an unspoken challenge that dared Elara to deny what was happening. "If you want me to stop... all you have to do is utter a single word," Aria taunted gently, knowing full well that no such protest would come.

"But if you want me... if you need me," she purred suggestively, "then I want nothing more than for you to cum while my pretty little face is between your legs while I knead your cute ass like dough."

The vulgar invitation echoed in Elara's ears as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy. She came hard then, her body shuddering violently as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her breathless moans filled the room, a symphony of surrender that marked the beginning of her descent into darkness.