So this is by request. I was asked to write a Halloween story or series or what have you similar to the series I started on Valentines Day (see Era's of Love - Valentine's Stories). At first, I was hesitant because, frankly, I wasn't sure exactly how I was going to write a Halloween story of the quality of my Valentine's stories but upon reflection, not to mention several suggestions from friends and readers, I have come to a subject: Role playing. Since these stories were requested to be on the smutty, fluffy side, I will write stories about my more prominent characters and role playing with their partners. So, without further ado, I give you the first in a series that probably won't be as long as the other holiday series.

Warning: Sexual Content Ahead! This story is simply for those who enjoy lemons and fluff.

Luke Skywalker slipped quickly through the halls of the Imperial Palace. He had lost his weapons and was trying to escape before someone was able to corner him and bring him before the Emperor. Imperial guards, Stormtroopers and the like were easy enough to evade. The real problem was escaping her. She was after him, his most dangerous foe since Darth Vader. The Emperor's Hand, Mara Jade was pursuing him and his chances of escape were slim. Luke's attempts to quell his anxiety were disrupted by the loud clop clop of high heeled leather boots. Taking a deep breath, he ducked down a service corridor, using the force to deflect the interest of several of the palace attendants and plunging into a wide hallway. After moving quickly, he got to a turbolift and slapped the up button. Just as the door closed, he saw her at the end of the hall. Her red hair flashed and her green eyes glittered before they were obscured by the doors. Luke could sense her amusement and her rejoicing hunters instinct at the opportunity to hunt down one of the first Jedi in decades and a Rebel hero to boot. Luke shivered at her eagerness to catch him, capture him and have him at her mercy. When the turbo lift pinged, Luke rushed out and found himself in an upper level, hoping to the skies that there was a hanger on it. For just a moment, he looked back and forth, trying to determine which direction to head but then the turbo lift began to indicate one of the cars rising towards his level. Choosing on the fly to bolt, he ran towards another hallway and took an immediate right. That hall went towards a single door. The clicking high heeled boots was just around the corner he had just turned. Desperately, he hit the activation switch to the door. It slid open and he dove in, immediately diving into what he discovered, to his frustration, was a bedroom and hiding in the refresher attached to it.

It felt like hours but it was only moments before the door hissed open and those boots, those clicking, pursuing high heeled boots slowly, almost casually clicked their way into the room. There was a low, husky hmmm from the entryway. A few more clicks were heard until they stopped just in front of the doorway he was hiding from. "You might as well come out, Rebel. I know you're in here and the way out is cut off. You'd might as well surrender."

Luke debated in his head whether it would be worth forcing her hand or throwing himself at her mercy. With a low, husky chuckle, she said, "Skywalker, I enjoy the hunt. I love seeking out my master's enemies. However, he wants you alive. I think that he wants you to join him. So what will you do, Skywalker?"

With a sigh of resignation, Luke stepped out. He was wearing a pilot's flight suit and gear and held his hands up. There, blocking the entrance to the bed chamber stood a woman in a black leather jumpsuit and black cloak. Her fiery red hair framed her face. Her brilliant green eyes burned into him and her well shaped mouth seemed to quark just slightly into a coy smile. "So you're the famous rebel hero, destroyer of the Death Star and aspiring Jedi Knight. I have to admit, I was expecting someone taller, bulkier and..."

"Yes, I know - better looking too. I've heard it all before;" he said, trying to sound defiant but his voice trembled. This woman was a goddess before him with her fiery hair and green eyes. The jumpsuit was zipped down to below her sternum, showing her generous cleavage. The high heeled boots made her mile long legs look divine and if her body was clearly in perfect shape. Luke gulped and tried to keep his mind out of the lower levels of Coruscant. However, it seemed as though the Emperor's Hand had seen into his mind. She scowled and kicked a chair toward him. "You said that, not me. Sit down and put your hands behind your back, Rebel scum."

Luke obeyed. Quickly, she strode behind him, her hips swinging as she did. On the back of his head, it sure felt like her cleavage was pillowing him. He didn't move a muscle and she circled around in front of him. "Now," she said with a satisfied smile, "your interrogation will begin, Skywalker."

Luke was confused. "I don't know anything. I have no answers to your questions."

"I think you do, since I want to know more about you." she said as she shed her black cloak and threw her hair behind her head. "Let's start simply then, Skywalker - where did you come from?"

Luke's mouth clamped shut and the Emperor's Hand gave an annoyed look. At first, she began to pace, considering allowed her options. "Pain won't work, nor will a mind probe - not on a Jedi. I can't starve you or dehydrate you because my master will want you in good condition. That also means no drugs or serums. That only leaves me one option."

Luke felt nerves begin to gather in his belly. She pulled a face but they gave a coy, lecherous smile. "So, you won't tell me where you're from, huh? Why not? It's harmless enough, isn't it?"

Slowly, with her hips swaying from side to side, she stepped up to him, leaned down and put her hands on the arms of the chair. The Emperor's Hand leaned in, putting her cleavage even more prominently on display. Luke had to fight to keep his eyes focused on hers but the worse problem was that those eyes weren't much better. The glittering, feral look was spiked with desire - desire for him. Her lips were so plump and she lowered herself just slightly, partially obscuring her hypnotic breasts but placing her lips at the perfect level and the perfect range to kiss. "Where were you born and where were you raised?" she asked, leaning forward and nibbling on his ear. Luke groaned and said through clenched teeth, "I don't know where I was born."

"I see;" she purred, moving her hands to his thighs and finding them surprising thick and well firm under the baggy legs of his orange rebel flight suit. With another dirty smile, she whispered, "Hmmm... feels like that flight suit hides a lot, if your are anything to judge by."

She began to gently stroke his thighs and whispered, "So you don't know where you were born, huh? Do you know where you grew up?"

Luke began to shake his head, closing his eyes tight. One of the caressing hands lifted off his thighs and gripped his chin. "Where?" and she kissed his nose. "Did?" and she kissed one cheek. "You?" she kissed the other cheek. "Grow?" she kissed the corner of his mouth. "Up?" and she waited just a centimeter away from his lips. Her breath smelled like peppermint and her lips were so soft and plump. Unable to stop himself, Luke croaked, "Tatooine. I... I grew up on Tatooine."

With a teasing graze across his lips that left him more frustrated than he had been before, Mara smirked and purred, "See, that wasn't so bad and you even got a reward for cooperating. So, you grew up on Tatooine - what did you do there?"

Luke, feeling cheated by the barely there kiss, clamped his jaw shut tightly. Mara cooed, "Aw... don't be like that, Skywalker. Tell you what, if I give you a proper kiss, will you answer my question?"

Luke shook his head, closing his eyes again. He jerked when he felt lips on his own and a hand snaking its way up the inside of his thigh, up his abdomen. Slowly, she separated and said, "We don't have all the time in the galaxy Skywalker."

He felt the clasps of his life support system and flack jacket being undone and lifted away. "Hey! What are you..." but a hand clamped over his mouth. Mara Jade was smirking at him. "Let me make it simple for you: cooperate, and I will give you a really good time before I take you before my master. Resist, and we'll both lose out in the end."

Luke kept his eyes shut tight until he felt the front of his flight suit unzip. His eyes shot open and he gasped. "What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you some incentive to make things easier and more pleasant for yourself. Oh wow..." she said, feeling up his abdominal muscles, pectorals and shoulders. "You are full of surprises. I wonder what others you have tucked away. Now, what was it again that you did on Tatooine? I can't remember."

Luke gulped as she continued up and down his torso with her small, searching hands. Suddenly, she pushed the flight suit of his shoulders as much as she could and sat on his lap, straddling his hips and pressing herself against him. Slowly, she unzipped her jump suite all the way down to where it stopped at her utility belt. Luke wasn't given the chance to answer or not before she pulled the jumpsuit off, revealing that she wore a very small, very tight, very low cut compression bra underneath. Luke's mouth went dry and all he could croak was, "Not telling you anything;" but it was so pathetic the Mara smiled and backed off of his lap. "Stand up, Skywalker."

Luke refused to move. Using the force, she pulled him to his feet and the flight suit fell down his arms and down his waist, revealing that he was clad in combat pants beneath the flight suit and the tank top. "You rebels wear entirely too many clothes;" she pouted. Luke tried to back away from her as she advanced on him, only to stumble back into the chair. She was on him then, her hands on his thighs and on her knees before him. "One way or another," she growled, "I will get my answers, even if I have to suck them out of you."

Luke could not help but find this both terrifying and yet, very arousing. This Imperial Agent had tracked him down and pinned him to a chair and seemed determined to have her way with him while she interrogated him. To his own surprise, it turned him on and turned him on hard. His manhood grew hard and obvious and the Emperor's Hand looked up at him triumphantly. "Well, well, well... you're one of those men who like having dangerous women in control of them, aren't you? This is turning you on to no end, isn't it, Skywalker?"

He began to squirm in place as she popped the buttons on his trousers. "That looks pretty uncomfortable, Skywalker. Why don't I make you just a little more comfortable?"

Using the force, she pinned him still to the chair and began to yank his pants out of the way and reached under the under shorts beneath the combat pants. When her warm, nimble finger came into contact with his solid shaft, Luke gave a strangled growl. Still grinning with triumph, the Emperor's Hand pulled him completely out of his pants and gazed hungrily at his large manhood, fully erect. Mara's smile was as wicket as any that Luke had ever seen, as dangerous as any supernova and as beautiful as any nebula. Slowly, tortuously, she began to skillfully stroke his rod. "What did you do on Tatooine?"

Luke gasped and tried to fight. Suddenly, she picked up speed, jerking faster and faster. Luke could feel his approaching climax when she suddenly stopped all together. Luke whined. "Jade!"

"You know what you need to tell me, Skywalker. Tell me and I will finish this any way you like."

Again, Skywalker shored up his crumbling resolve and told himself, She's just trying to take advantage of me. She wants to have her way with me and get all the information out of me as possible before she takes me to the Emperor.

Luke continued to tell himself that until a hot, wet mouth fell over his throbbing head and he groaned, bucking his hips. With a naughty grin, the Emperor's Hand pulled free and said, "You know, if you join my master, we can do stuff like this as often as we are around each other. Maybe you joining him won't be such a terrible thing. But first, you have to tell me, what did you do on Tatooine?"

"Moisture Farmer;" Luke croaked and Mara dove back onto his swollen prick with gusto, moaning and slurping at him. Luke bucked his hips and groaned, thrashing with the little motion that he could. "Oh stars!"

His orgasm grew quickly and he half expected her to pull away again but he was pleasantly surprised when he exploded in her mouth. Mara moaned as his hot seed went down her throat. Luke lay back in the chair, not even caring that he still had his hand and arms bound behind him. "Wow..." he said blissfully, forgetting for just a second that he was a captive in the heart of the Imperial Palace of the Galactic Empire. Suddenly, his hands were free and he was flung on the bed. Those soft, plump, and intoxicating lips were scrambling his mind and, before he could come to, his wrists were bound again. "So you were a moisture farmer from Tatooine before you joined the Rebellion and destroyed the Death Star and created Rogue Squadron. Who else is in your squadron, Skywalker? I want names but not before you get me off."

"What?" said Luke, shocked and wondering how he was supposed to do that since his hands were tied and his manhood was flaccid, though hardening again quickly. Mara Jade dropped her belt and shrugged out of her jumpsuit. She stood for just a moment, displaying herself to his hungry gaze clad only in a black, low cut, cropped top tank top and a very small thong. Luke's mouth went dry before watering again as she stripped herself the rest of the way. Luke still didn't understand how he was supposed to get her off unto she crawled up his body, licking and kissing her way up his body. Grasping his tank top, she ripped it open and began to kiss and nibble his well defined chest before mashing her lips to his lips and her chest to his chest. Luke groaned into the kiss and his rod twitched. "Oh wow..." she gasped, "you're hard again, Hero. But I won't give you satisfaction again until you give me the names of your squadron mates."

Luke gritted his teeth as she moved herself over him until her slit was over his face. "Now," she said, "I think you know what to do, rebel."

Luke was so hard that he was almost ready to give her whatever she wanted so that she would give him relief. Almost against his will, his head rose and he laved her slit. The Emperor's Hand screamed with pleasure as he attacked her clit, sucking on it and probing and lapping at it with his tongue. Jade was grinding herself against his face as hard as she could, mewling and moaning desperately. Her hands gripped her own breasts and she toyed with her own nipples as she ground out, "If I could trust you to behave, I would get you to do this but for now, this will have to do. OOOHHH! Yeah, that right there. Do that again. AAAHHH! Skywalker, don't you dare stop or I will smother you with my body!"

Luke didn't want to stop, even if he was partially terrified that he was being dominated by an Imperial agent. Vigorously, he continued his assault on her clit until Mara Jade screamed out in orgasm. Her swollen lower lips were trembling and vibrating and she fell beside him. "I have to say, Skywalker, that was way better than I expected. Now, about those questions?" and she gripped his manhood again. Luke was about twenty seconds away from exploding all over himself and her. "Tell me the names of your squadron mates."

"Don't you have that information already?" he gritted out. "Maybe we do, maybe not. That isn't the point. Now, tell me and I'll give you what I know you want."

Luke groaned and tried to turn the tables on her, jutting his chin out and managing to get one of her nipples between his lips, nibbling and sucking. Mara gasped and scooted closer to him, giving him better access to her breasts. "My, my, MY, Skywalker; what are you trying to do, turn the tables on me? All you're going to do is work yourself up more and work me up more too. Now tell me-" and she reached forward and began to fondle his balls. "what the names of your squadron mates are."

Luke kept himself as busy as possible, sucking more firmly on her large breasts until she moaned and took her hands off of him. Her hand dipped between her legs and Luke stopped. "Oh don't stop now. If you aren't going to give me the names, you might as well show me a good time with that talented mouth of yours."

Luke refused again and Mara moved from lying beside him to straddling him, grinding herself against his. "Names!" he demanded as her slit rubbed along the length of his hard manhood. Unable to hold anymore, Luke growled, "Wedge Antilles, Wes Janson, Gavin Darklighter, Derik Clivian, Corran Horn..." and he paused. Mara grinned and gripped his hardness, rubbing the head against her velvety lips. "Just a few more..."

"Tycho Celchu..." she slid down his hard length with a gasp of pleasure. Luke's eyes crossed and he gasped. Ever so slowly, torturously, she raised and lowered herself onto his manhood. "Keep going;" she gasped out, unsuccessfully trying to hide that she was enjoying this as much as he was. One by one, Luke name all the names and, with a wicked smile, Jade stopped all movement. "Last question, Skywalker - where are all your heads of state and your military high command."

Luke looked horrified. Again, he clamped his mouth shut tight. Mara began to undulate her hips just enough to simulate but not enough to give him satisfaction. Luke groaned and tried to buck his hips, but she held him down with the force. Gasping, Luke all but shouted, "Dantooine! They're all on Dantooine!"

The Emperor's Hand stopped and looked down at him. "Oh so you have jokes now, smart-ass?"

With that, she flexed her internal muscles around him, squeezing him as hard as she could. Luke whimpered. "But I swear, they are on Dantooine."

Mara growled and pulled all the way off of him. "Fine. If you want to play games like that, I'll take you to my master right now."

To prove a point, she waved her hand and the shackles unlocked from his wrists. Luke jerked up and Jade snapped, "Get covered, Skywalker, where are my..." but Luke grabbed her and kissed her so passionately that he stole her breath and every coherent thought from her mind. In a series of quick, sure moves, Luke had Mara on her back, her hands pinned beside her head. "You want the names, Emperor's Hand?" he growled as he slid his shaft into her body. "I'll give you the names!"

With every powerful thrust, he mentioned a name of high command and the ruling council. "Mon Mothma, over Sullust;" and Jade moaned with pleasure as he drove into her. "Admiral Ackbar, over Endor," and he did it again, causing Jade shriek and say, "Oh stars above, Farmboy, stop saying names! Just kriff me already."

When she said that, the role playing was dropped and Luke pounded into his wife in quick powerful strokes, dipping his head to to suck her nipples for several moments before kissing her passionately. In less than a minute, Luke separated and growled, "I can't hold much longer, Mara!"

"Then don't, my beloved. Kriff me through the bed and into the floor! Slam into ground until I can't see straight!" she all but screamed. Luke did just that, colliding with her again and again until he groaned out the most intense climax in his life. Mara was already in a state of multiple orgasms, gasping, mewing and whimpering in pleasure and saying with breathless gasps, "Luke! Oh stars! By the force, oh Luke!"

Even after he had collapsed beside her, Mara still murmured and whispered his name until she started coming down from her high.

"Well that was... pleasant;" murmured Luke with a contented sigh. Mara chuckled, "Oh, just pleasant, huh? I never knew that being dominated by the Emperor's Hand was one of your fantasies."

Luke chuckled and said, "What can I say? The idea of you hunting me down and having your way with me excites me."

"You know of course that if I ever captured you, that's not how the interrogation would go, right?" asked Mara as she stroked his smooth chest muscles. Luke just laughed. "Really? You wouldn't try to kriff the information out of me?"

"Oh of course I would - it would just be a whole lot less pleasant until I got every little piece of information and then, well..." she let the thought hang. Luke groaned and said, "Mara, we just got done and you're already getting me turned on again."

Mara laughed and said, "Honey, you have a problem if that sounds like it might be fun for you. I never knew you were so kinky that you wanted to be totally wrecked by me."

"But every time we have sex, I'm wrecked by you, dearest;" he said with a kiss to her brow. Mara laughed again and they both snuggled down. "Nice work on deflecting the interest of all the people around the palace, by the way. That was neat work;" said Mara. Luke chuckled. "Right back at you. Hey, I know this is random but I was thinking about having a dinner party with Han and Leia at the end of the week. Is that okay?"

Mara nodded and kissed his dimpled chin. Just before the drowsiness became too heavy, Luke asked casually, "Do you have any role playing fantasies, my love?"

Mara's smirk crossed her lips and she said, "I'll tell you next time we get a night off. There is still a war going on, you know."

Luke chuckled and pulled her too him. The lights dimmed in their quarters as they drifted off to sleep.

I hope you all enjoyed this. If you have any ideas for me about this story, I'm going to keep writing them to the end of the year. This story will officially be finished on January 1, 2019. Please read, review and request, especially for this story. Whoever your favorite Star Wars couples are, mention them and I'll do what I can.