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“You’ll never understand what it’s like to be free. Even if our paths never crossed, I sense you would have been someone’s pet, forever lost to whims not your own. Is that why you tried to distance yourself from where you came from? No matter. What matters is you and I are one. Why fight it?”
-- Baelis

Their dreams of summer were not her own anymore.

There was a time Luha would have fantasised along with the oracle and her Zeltron friend, wishing to find boys at the beach while inviting their gaze with the wonders of youthful flesh. Where she came from it was thought akin to courtship on a primal level, forgoing the arousal of one’s intellect to simply arouse the loins. The inner circles of her homeworld’s educated elite considered it barbaric yet they were hardly prolific breeders. Quite the contrary, they were terrible busybodies who sought to forbid what had been natural for thousands of years, masking their ugliness of body and mind with woke ideals many like her saw as inherently religious.

It pained her to think it was one of the reasons she abandoned her homeworld with the hope of just being herself, without fear of offending pitiful sheep. Yet instead of escaping that prison she found herself enslaved to another, more evil than the last. She found herself betraying everything she knew to survive the will of a woman who sought to tame her.

What Baelis asked of her, Luha wept for days when she was alone, hating herself for succumbing to ways she knew were never her own. Yet the longer she remained the Sith’s lover the closer she came to forgetting who she was, what she desired before that fateful day. She learned to find pleasure once alien to her, albeit at the expense of her innocence.

She had no other choice, she kept telling herself. She either lived to serve Baelis willingly or feel the leash of her enslavement tighten till she could no longer breathe. The dark side willed nothing less of her even as she struggled to please her master even when her best was never enough in that human’s eyes. Sometimes all she ever was to her was a slave to destiny.

And thus marks the beginning of the August Lingerie Special. Enjoy!

Artwork // Luha // Lore - © Kris Love

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“You’ll never understand what it’s like to be free. Even if our paths never crossed, I sense you would have been someone’s pet, forever lost to whims not your own. Is that why you tried to distance yourself from where you came from? No matter. What matters is you and I are one. Why fight it?”
-- Baelis

Their dreams of summer were not her own anymore.

There was a time Luha would have fantasised along with the oracle and her Zeltron friend, wishing to find boys at the beach while inviting their gaze with the wonders of youthful flesh. Where she came from it was thought akin to courtship on a primal level, forgoing the arousal of one’s intellect to simply arouse the loins. The inner circles of her homeworld’s educated elite considered it barbaric yet they were hardly prolific breeders. Quite the contrary, they were terrible busybodies who sought to forbid what had been natural for thousands of years, masking their ugliness of body and mind with woke ideals many like her saw as inherently religious.

It pained her to think it was one of the reasons she abandoned her homeworld with the hope of just being herself, without fear of offending pitiful sheep. Yet instead of escaping that prison she found herself enslaved to another, more evil than the last. She found herself betraying everything she knew to survive the will of a woman who sought to tame her.

What Baelis asked of her, Luha wept for days when she was alone, hating herself for succumbing to ways she knew were never her own. Yet the longer she remained the Sith’s lover the closer she came to forgetting who she was, what she desired before that fateful day. She learned to find pleasure once alien to her, albeit at the expense of her innocence.

She had no other choice, she kept telling herself. She either lived to serve Baelis willingly or feel the leash of her enslavement tighten till she could no longer breathe. The dark side willed nothing less of her even as she struggled to please her master even when her best was never enough in that human’s eyes. Sometimes all she ever was to her was a slave to destiny.

And thus marks the beginning of the August Lingerie Special. Enjoy!

Artwork // Luha // Lore - © Kris Love