The Sith Angels
I played KOTOR through again, this time with a DSF Revan. It gave me this idea. By the way this does have FEMSLASH between Fem Revan and Bastila and contains sexual themes. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
Somehow, I always knew I would return. I was the one who created this new Sith Empire in the first place and it seems only right that I be the one to rule it and the galaxy after all the hard work and effort I have had to put in.
As I stare at the capital ships and snub fighters shooting past my throne room windows I cannot help but feel a sense of pride in all that I have achieved. I will finally build a galaxy strong enough to repel any threat with an Empire only the worthy and powerful will rule.
I am Revan, or now Darth Revan: the Dark Lord of the Sith. However for a Dark Lord I do not feel as though I am of the dark side. I may be devious but I do not believe I am evil. After all, I am doing this all for the sake of the galaxy and not for my own gain, although that is a welcome byproduct of what has happened. I am the galaxy's guardian angel and the Republic is a disease that needs to be dealt with. Once I had wished to help the Republic, to make it strong but when they had discovered that I had taken half of their war fleet into the Unknown Regions after the Mandalorian Wars they had been slightly angry. They would never have accepted my help and I was not going to let the galaxy collapse in upon itself simply because of a weak and corrupt government that was unwilling to listen. So, I went to war. I became Darth Revan to inspire my troops and to make my enemies fear me and what I represented. Even though many of my Dark Jedi had given themselves fully to the dark side and were not only out for the Empire but their own gain, especially when Darth Malak took charge of things, I still remained true to the cause.
I turn in my room and look to my bed, with sheets as black as pitch, and look to my own guardian angel. Bastila Shan, formally a Jedi like myself and now my own Sith Apprentice and soon to be fellow Sith Lord. With her silk night gown on she looks like a sleeping angel. Her steady breathing moves the gown slowly up and down, up and down. I can not describe just how beautiful she but I love everything about her: her dark brown locks of hair, her stunning face with pale skin, and those eyes. Those mystical eyes of a colour too beautiful to have a name, a mixture of a light blue and a silver like seen in the waters of Manaan.
As I move to the bed, I feel my heart jump around in my chest and my breathing quickening. This always happens as I draw closer to her: my beautiful apprentice. I sit with content, watching her as she dreams. I love to hear the little noises she makes while she sleeps and dreams: almost like satisfied sighs. I smile at her and feel a want to know what she is dreaming about, hoping that it is me.
Finally her eyes flutter and I see those dazzling eyes again. She blinks away the sleep and smiles at me, something no one other than the two of us as ever seen since we became Sith. For most Sith the dark side puts their bodies through changes, sometimes drastic and other times barely noticeable, but in our cases our bodies have not changed at all from our travels aboard the Ebon Hawk. This may have something to do with not giving into the dark side fully and rather using both the light and the dark sides of the Force or, as my old friend Jolee Bindo once put it, being in shades of grey.
Bastila reaches up with a hand and runs it along my cheek, bringing me out of my thoughts. She runs her hand all over my face and through my long, dark blonde hair. Finally, she speaks in her wonderfully exotic Talravian accent.
"Beautiful, Revan. I was just dreaming of you". I feel my heart leap in my chest as I hear her say this. "We were on Rakata Prime, and we were running along the beach together. After playing in the sand we tore of our clothes and ran into the water, and swam in the crystal clear waters". She reached up again and played with my hair. "Then, we swam to shore, and you took me in your arms and kissed me".
As Bastila said those words she pulled me down next to her and wrapped her beautiful full lips around mine. It was filled with passion, a passion I have taught her to embrace. Her tongue came into my mouth and she allowed mine in return as we tasted each other. I never once closed my eyes, in case this was all a dream and I would wake up alone.
She pulled back slightly until our lips parted. "You then made love to me" she continued, placing her left hand upon one of my breasts. "Softly" she almost whispered, "slowly, on the golden sands". The former Jedi ran her hand up and down my chest but once again settled on my breast. "It was the most wonderful thing that I've ever felt, and I want the real thing. I am ready for the real thing and I desire it with all my being".
You see, since I had reclaimed the mantle of Dark Lord, Bastila had said that she was, and always had been, in love with me. I, however, loved her too much in return and didn't want to corrupt her with my sinful body. Rather ironic when she and I are both Sith but I had my reasons. Therefore, in the few weeks since the battle for the Star Forge I have not made love to her, only letting her sleep in the same bed as me.
I honestly don't know how I have resisted her, but I have done. But now I am going to truly make her mine. I grab her behind the hair and pull her lips back to mine. This time, the kiss is much rougher but just as wonderful: everything is wonderful when with her.
We kiss for a long time, just savouring each other for as long as possible. Finally, we part for air and we gaze into each other's eyes: her mysterious looking ones meeting my lightly shaded blue ones. Oh how glad am I that hers have not turned to that sickly yellow.
Her gaze starts to wonder down to my chest, where my twin mounds are covered by my own thin layer of silk. She is taking control and I don't care at all: she is my equal, not my apprentice. We both wish for the galaxy to be a strong and capable one and we don't care for power: it is merely a tool to meet our target.
Slowly, sensually, she starts to undo the buttons on my night gown. One by one she undoes's them, until she reaches the one just above my belly button. She looks back to me, as if asking for my permission. All I can muster up is a slight nod but that was all she needed.
Bastila pushed the fabric off of my shoulders, making the gown drop to just above my womanhood, and releasing my breasts. Mine are not as big as Bastila's but she says they fit my form brilliantly. My nipples stand to attention, aroused beyond reason.
The Sith apprentice quickly, although not quickly enough for me, starts to squeeze and play with them with her hands. She massages them, making sure not to touch the sensitive nipples at the centre of them. It feels wonderful, but I long for her fully.
Possibly sensing this Bastila finally squeezes my erect nipples, and I sigh in content. She rubs them and squeezes them and I close my eyes and let the magnificent feelings overwhelm me.
Suddenly, I feel something warm envelope my nipple. It feels even better than before and as I open my eyes, I see Bastila sucking on my breast, as if a child searching for its wonderful nectar. She sucks and licks and occasionally bites down upon the nipple before switching to the other and doing the same.
I finally give into gravity and lie down on my bed as the former Jedi continues to ravish my breasts. After a minute or so of this she releases my breasts and straddles my legs. She looks down to where my sex is and licks her beautiful lips.
"I've dreamt about this ever since I first met you on Taris, and even before when I first saw as a Jedi on Dantooine". She locked eyes with me again. "I worshipped you Revan, even if I was too stubborn to admit it. I always made sure I was updated with both wars and I made sure that I was the one to lead the attack on your ship". She put her hands on the gown and began to pull it down. "And when we searched for the Star Maps, I often fantasized about it. I love you Revan, I always have, and always will". The gown had completely gone now, leaving my cleanly shaven pussy exposed. The lips were throbbing with desire and Bastila obviously noticed this.
"I can't believe I finally get to be with you fully" she commented before moving forward and licking along my slit. I almost screamed in response, making her smile from her position between my legs. At this point I finally noticed that she was still clothed.
"Take off your gown" I whispered, while slowly running my fingers through her hair. It felt as silky as the gown she wore.
Bastila swiftly jumped off the bed and moved to remove her clothing. All she did was push the gown off of her shoulders and the entire thing fell from her body. She revealed herself to me fully, her larger breasts hanging from her beautiful body with pale skin. I looked lower and noticed that her sex was also cleanly shaven.
She walked towards the head of the bed, swaying her hips sensually, and laid down next to me. With both our bodies free we proceeded to explore each other. I immediately went for her gorgeous breasts, squeezing and playing with them just as she had done with mine. She however pulled me in for another kiss, one that never grew tiresome.
We explored our bodies for a while before all we had left to discover were each other's sexuality. We still lay on our sides, facing each other. Slowly I reach forward. She parts her long legs in response and I catch my first glimpse of her lower lips. She is most definitely aroused, as I can see how wet she is down there.
I gently cup her womanhood in my hand and begin to rub it in my hand. She moans in response, and bites her lip. She struggles to keep her eyes open as I begin to rub her faster and faster. Her lower lips are now letting liquid flow freely through them. My hand is now soaked with her juices and I want a taste.
I remove my hand and lick the love nectar from it. It tastes sweet, and I adore it. This is my nectar, and I want all of it. I kiss her on the lips again, letting her have a taste as well. She moves her tongue around inside of my mouth, to make sure she has explored every little part of it. We part once more but I begin to lick and suck her neck, then her breasts, then her stomach, and finally what I desire.
I part her legs once again but this time; place my face just above it, so she can feel my breath on her lips and so I can smell the beautiful flower. The lips are a light shade of pink and glisten in the low light of my room, mainly due to her own natural fluids.
"Please Revan". I hear her beg for what she has told me she has desired for years. I have made her wait long enough. I move forward, and move my tongue along her lips. She tenses in response and gives a slight moan. I lick her and lick her, not entering her for the grand finale yet, and more and more of her liquids rush out to meet me.
"More, Revan, more" she whimpers. I remove my tongue from her outer lips and plunge it into her core. She lets loose a scream of pleasure and puts her hands in my hair, pulling me in deeper and deeper so that all I can do to survive is breath in her womanly scent. I am most definitely not complaining however, I would most happily get her smell and turn it into the finest perfume.
As I move my tongue in and out and all around her core, she continues to scream and moans my name as I bring her to her limits. She finally lets out a last cry and let's go, giving in to a wonderful release. It continues to build upon itself and I continue to add to her pleasure when I insert two fingers inside of her. I pull out my fingers after her breathing calms and move up her body so that we are touching in as many places as possible. I watch her, as she recovers: her mouth slightly agape and her breathing still slightly faster than normal. She opens her eyes and gives me the biggest smile I've ever seen on her face.
"That was... magical... everything I hoped it would be". We kiss once again. "Now, it's your turn". We made love long into the night and each of us felt that we could do anything together, something that we will need in the coming weeks, months, years. I believe... no, I know that we can do anything together and we will as we are the Sith Angels.
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