A/N: More Palpie SI! Hope ya enjoy.
As Palpatine reclined, he found himself contemplating Twi'leks. To a more moral soul, the plight of the Twi'leks would be heartbreaking. As a species, they had long lived in a perpetual state of slavery and revolution. Much of it perpetrated against their own kind. Long before the Hutts or Humans had found and began enslaving Twi'leks, the native Rylothians had enslaved each other based on such silly things as their skin color and where they'd been born on that pathetic spiceball of a planet Ryloth.
Palpatine was not a moral soul. He preferred to see himself as a realist. He saw the galaxy as it truly was. The strong ruled the weak. Sometimes benevolently, sometimes malevolently, but in the end, the strong took charge, the weak bowed down. Twi'leks just had fewer strong people than say, humans. That wasn't necessarily a mark against them, every race had fewer leaders than followers. But Twi'leks were uniquely vulnerable to predation by other species.
Reaching down, the Sith Lord stroked a hand through the lekku of the blue skinned Twi'lek currently sucking his cock. She shivered and moaned at the sensual touch, her throat vibrating around his length. A Twi'lek's lekku was nature's way of telling the species to fuck off and find a superior race to submit to, in Palpatine's humble opinion. Really, putting such sensitive flesh on their head. The Sith Lord turned his stroking into a grip and squeezed on the lekku in his grip until his dutiful cock sucker's moan turned into pain, her eyes closing in discomfort. She did not stop her work though, and he wouldn't be surprised if the little pain slut was growing wet from his abuse.
After a moment he released her lekku, but wouldn't be surprised if it bruised as a result. Twi'leks were notoriously fragile creatures, prone to taking damage easily. That's why, while Palpatine had acquired this one to satisfy his carnal desires, he had still located and trained Darth Maul on the side. The Sith Assassin had come along nicely and most recently, had completed his training and earned his Sith Tattoos that now spread across his body along with his Sith Name.
This pathetic slut on the other hand had earned her own tattoos in a different way, the black marks across her blue skin an interesting contrast to Darth Maul's own appearance. Less sharp menacing edges and more sensual surreal fluid lines. Very feminine in the end, just the way Palpatine had wanted.
"Up."
Even as his pet slid her mouth off his cock she made sure to do so sensually, taking her time and running her tongue along the entire underside as she brought her head up and back, licking the tip one last time before letting it pop out of her mouth and looking up at him with slavish devotion. Standing up slowly, the blue Twi'lek revealed her entire body to her Master and stood waiting, completely exposed and not trying to hide even a bit. In fact, she made an effort to show off her form in the slightest twitches without truly moving, just shifting ever so slightly in front of him to accentuate particular features of her curvy body that she knew he enjoyed.
"Very good Lady Chattela. My beautiful Sith Inquisitor. Tell me, what is your purpose?"
Perhaps it was gratuitous, but Sidious got off on her debasing herself verbally, and it did serve a purpose beyond that as well. When she spoke, he reached out through the force to the bond he'd forcibly connected to her mind and felt at her true thoughts, making sure they matched with what she was saying, that she had no ulterior motives or thoughts. They did, and she didn't, lucky for her.
"My purpose is to serve you my Lord. In any and every way you request. My body, my mind, my life and soul are yours to do with as you please. Anything you command of me... anything at all."
While she meant that, up to and including dying for him, he knew from his mental link that what she -wanted- from the offer was sex, as usual. But he wasn't quite done enjoying her self-debasement yet.
"And do you know who you were before you came to me? Before I crafted you into the beautiful tool you are now?"
Once again he listened to her inner thoughts as she answered and found that his work was completed perfectly, as her mind mirrored her words.
"A lost little girl, blinded by the lies of the Light Side. By the Jedi." She hissed out the last word, her tone full of hate and anger for the Jedi, just as he wished it to be. Palpatine smiled warmly at her answer and patted his lap, right beside his exposed cock, covered in her saliva and standing up straight from her attentions. Lady Chattela's eyes lit up in greed and sheer joy and she moved forward to him, making sure to take the two steps between them as seductively as she could. Too eager and he would punish her, too slow and he would punish her as well. She was trained to want and need him, but also to always keep up the act of seductress, even when they both knew he was the one who seduced her with his mere force presence.
As a result, the Sith Inquisitor slid sensually into his lap, kneeling over him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her lekku draped down to slide over his chest, leaning her head forward to kiss him once on the lips before moving down to his neck, knowing not to presume that much by trying to truly claim his mouth for her own. Meanwhile, her dripping wet pussy lips slid against his thick cock, rubbing herself off against him for a few moments before moving a hand down between them to grab his length and position him at her entrance.
Only now did Palpatine move, his hands coming up suddenly. One closed around the back of Chattela's neck, gripping firmly and possessively. The other latched onto her hip and held it in place as he suddenly thrust up into the eager Twi'lek Sith. Lady Chattela climaxed then and there, head lulling back and eyes rolling up in that same head as his cock sheathed inside of her sent waves of pleasure rocking through her helpless finely tuned body. She was his in body and mind and soul even she'd said. Those were not words. Neither was the way he called her a beautiful tool. At this point, that was all she truly was.
Eventually she gained enough control over herself to participate more actively in the lap sex, slowly sliding up and down on his cock as her body undulated before him. The hand on her neck moved to a lekku and yanked roughly, drawing her head back and causing her to reach a screaming climax from the painful sensation even as she continued to fuck herself on his length. This was true power, taking a Jedi Padawan and breaking them down completely, remaking them as he wanted. He would do it again before the Jedi Order was destroyed, he was sure of that. More than that, he was already considering changing the plan regarding the Jedi Order at the climax of the Clone Wars. Keeping the female Jedi alive, at least some of them, couldn't hurt.
And it could result in such pleasurable results, like the one currently riding him for all she was worth even as he used her sensitive lekku like painful reins to control her tempo and bring her to the heights of ecstasy. Eventually her tight clenching passage milked a load of cum from his cock, bringing him to his own orgasm and drinking every drop of his cum into its womb. Only then did he release her lekku and rest his hands once more on the chair's armrests.
Quickly, Lady Chattela slipped him out of her and got off of him, falling to her knees before him and taking his cock back into her mouth, sucking him down and cleaning him off and staying where she was.
After all, this was how Palpatine preferred to meditate on the Dark Side of the Force. This was the second time in the last three hours of contemplation that he'd allowed his pet to ride him to completion. He regained his vitality far faster than that of course, but denying himself climax for a time allowed him to draw on his frustration and anger for more power. And his pet felt such delicious despair and desperation while sucking him off, trying to please him enough for another fucking, because she was not allowed to touch herself while she sucked, her hands clasped behind her back as she'd been trained. He fed on that as well, and it tasted much sweeter than his own frustration and anger.
In the end, it was all about power in this galaxy. Who had it, and who craved it. Of all his stupid idiotic teachings, Darth Bane had been slightly right about that. He'd been foolish in almost every other way though, so Sidious preferred not to even concede that to the Sith Lord. Even if the ancient Dark Lord -had- paved the way for Palpatine to be where he was now... well, Palpatine had no intention of rolling over and dying -ever-. There would be no next Lord of the Sith. Darth Sidious would be the last Dark Lord, just like Sheev Palpatine would be both the last Supreme Chancellor of the Republic and the first and last Emperor of his Galactic Empire.
Oh yes, immortality was more than possible, he knew that. He would live forever, he would transcend -beyond- living. Time would prove him the victor and eventually he would be victorious over time as well.
Letting out a low hiss of breath as Lady Chattela did a particularly effective maneuver with her tongue that hit several pleasurable spots on his length, Sidious reached down and twisted painfully on the minx's lekku in retaliation, feeding on both his and her electrified emotions as he did so, sinking deeper into his meditation and putting his silly thoughts on Twi'leks out of his mind, turning back to contemplation of the Force and its hidden depths of power.
A/N: Because Sith Meditation is srsbsns right? Let me know what you think and as always, a reminder that you can find more of my stuff on Questionable Questing. Yes, I do love that place so much that I will throw out constant free advertisement for it. :P
