Alright, all you lovely sentients, I managed to get this one polished up for you all. I had originally planned on taking a few more weeks to get this done, but in less than 24 hours is a little local event called the Boba Fettish Ball, hosted by some dear friends of mine at a place that is very close to my heart. And what better way to celebrate that event, than to finally bring you the chapter that so, so many of you have been waiting for: the climax! Yes, that's right, Revan and his leading ladies are finally going to get into more than just heavy petting. Alright, I know you're eager to get to it, so I'll stop stealing your attention, on with the story!
It was nearly a Galactic Standard month before Mar's shoulder had healed completely, The Bacta tank treatments only being able to do so much to rebuild the missing muscle and bone. In that time, Carth had decided to return to Republic space with the Capitol ship manned by the men that refused to join us. He had said that Loyalty to the Republic that he served under was what led him, but I could read him just as easily as a datapad. He wanted to go back and do anything he could to prepare them for the coming trouble. I just hoped he'd have some kind of luck, there'd been so much death already just from this infighting.
Training was a constant thing, between my training with Revan, and all of us attempting to retrain the Force Sensitives away from their Darker impulses, to truly harness their emotions. It was slow, especially among the older men. One day in particular saw a few of them finally snapped, refusing to be "talked down to by a Cantina Dancing Girl" like me. Before I could respond, Revan was between us, tall and imposing, the visor of his Nagai Death Mask glowing an eerie yellow.
"You seem to be of the opinion that her age and race make her inferior to you?" He asked, his calm tone a cold contrast to the roiling anger I could feel from him. He might have actually been more upset about the Dancing Girl comment than I was.
The two men behind the one who had spoken up gulped audibly, trembling under the pressure that a Grandmaster was leveling at them. The loudmouth, however, stepped forward, a dark grin on his cracked face as he swept his dark hair back. "I so believe. She isn't fit to be your Apprentice while those more deserving of that honor must suffer this tedium."
"I see." Revan replied, and with a wave of his hand, the onlookers were Pushed back, until they formed a perfect ring around myself and the three sleemos. +Incapacitate his toadies. Kill him.+
Part of my training had been to avoid showing any signs that we were speaking through our Bond, because Juhani had told me that I got a goofy grin on my face when I could hear him in my head. Even still, his command nearly broke through all of that. +Master?+ I intoned, seeking confirmation.
+He is of Malak's mindset, Sapphire.+ He replied, even as he moved from between us. +Where all are inferior to himself. We have tried to avoid this, but it is obvious that some of them need a lesson. An example must be made to show others like him that not only is their thinking wrong, but that their attitudes and lusts for power at the expense of others will not be tolerated.+
+Our Master is correct, Mission.+ Juhani added, joining into the Link. +This one will forever be Tainted. His mind has absorbed none of our teachings, and I… Do not like the way he stares at me when he thinks me unaware. His gaze is filthy.+
That, I think, had set Mar off more than anything else, and he took a calming breath. I could feel the thoughts of strangling the man before me with his own entrails simply wash away from my Master's mind. +Do this, Sapphire, and we shall retire for the evening. If nothing else, he has me curious what you would look like wearing one of those Dancing Girl costumes.+
For the second time, he nearly broke my concentration, but I was able to fight down the blush and not sputter. +Why bother with the costume, Master?+ I asked, trying to purr sexily at him. +I'm wearing less than that underneath my robes right now.+ And I pushed the memory of leaving my unders where they still sat at the foot of our large bed. That'll teach him to try and tease me, I thought, my mischievous grin turning dark as I faced my opponents. "Allow me to show you what this Dancing Girl has learned of the Force." I called out, and with a rush of energy, gripped the two flunkies in a Stasis Field, leaving me with just one opponent.
He merely smirked at me, probably thinking I'd tried to snag him up in it, too, but was too weak, or something. "Just as well, I'd have killed them myself, if they got in my way." The man boasted as he pulled out two short hilts attached to braided steel cords. On the ends of those cords were strange, vented metal balls. He began to spin the devices around his body, and I wondered what the purpose was, until I heard a distinctive snap-hiss, and they began to glow the vibrant red of a Sith's sabre.
I won't lie, I watched in awe as those marvels of engineering arced through the air. They were truly amazing. But, I could tell that they would be so much better suited to a more flexible fighting style than whatever he had going on. A style like mine.
"You like? Designed them, myself." Oh, but I hated that cocky smirk of his. I hemmed and hawed a bit as I gripped my hilt loosely, tapping it to my chin.
"I dunno, kinda makes you look like a Dancing Girl." My piece said, I slipped into a low stance, the violet light of my blade casting sinister shadows across my face.
I must have struck a nerve, because he growled at me and charged, crimson death balls whirling almost faster than I could follow. One flew at my head, and only instinct saved me, my body bending back just enough so that it passed harmlessly in front of my face. Though, it was bright enough to put spots in my vision. Almost immediately, the second orb followed, and my blade snapped up.
I expected a lot of things, the ball clashing away, the cord severing as my sabre met it, something like that, but what I hadn't expected was for it to wrap around my weapon, sparks flying as it held my blade in place. "Cortosis weave, girlie." He snarled, pulling it taut as he tried to disarm me. "You think you're the only one that's tried that before? Now you'll die, just like the rest!"
He swung the other one at me, and I threw myself backward, disengaging my sabre to break the lock. The loss of tension sent us both backward, and I gave myself some space with a fluid handspring, righting myself just in time to see him halt his stumbling, making sure he didn't dismember himself with his own toys. I could only be so lucky, I guess.
"I hope that was part of your plan too, ferrocrete face!" I taunted as he got his little whirlwinds going again. A pinprick of annoyance hit me right between the shoulder blades, telling me that Mar wasn't pleased with my baiting. Tough, he was the one who taught me that manipulating and enemy's emotions was one of the surest paths to victory.
The guy came at me again, and I focused on batting away the rapidly advancing energy balls. It was beginning to feel a lot like the deflection drills that Mar had me do with drones on the Hawk. In fact… "I bet that if I just…" I muttered to myself just before knocking back one ball and watching it sizzle right though his hair. He definitely needed to bathe more often, it smelled greasy.
He looked completely stunned by what had just happened, and he wasn't the only one. The entire circle, many of which had been only seconds ago cheering him on, went completely silent.
"What's the matter? Can't control your toys? Let me show you what mine does." I emphasized my words by channeling Lightning through my blade and began to push forward in a flurry of strikes, creating quite the light show as he did everything he could to fend off my onslaught. It probably didn't help that every time I swatted back one of the balls, I would add a little Push to send it off on a wild trajectory, making it even harder for him to keep control over them. Add in the fact that my Lightning flashes were starting to interfere with his nervous system, and he was finally starting to look worried about the outcome of this fight. Just small twitches, mostly, but considering he almost took off his own arm at one point, it was definitely enough.
+Stop playing around, Mission.+ Mar's voice pierced through my mind, and I just knew that I'd be hearing about it, later. Refocusing, I sent out a Wave, halting his and his weapon's momentum, then I wound back and kicked him just as hard as I could in his dangly bits with my flexsteel boot.
What I hadn't taken into account, though, was the nature of his weapons. And so, as he went to cover his flightstick with his hands, the cables wrapped around his legs before the crimson orbs sheared clear through his knees. He tumbled like a sick Wroshyyr tree, screaming all the way to the floor.
"End his misery, Mission." Revan commanded, and with a simple flick of my wrist, I silenced the man's screams as I took his head. I stared, dispassionate, at the corpse before I stooped and took his weapons for myself. It would take a lot of work, and I'd have to create a style from the ground up, but I believed that great things were in store for me with them. I then retook my place beside my Master's side, and he rested his hand on my shoulder, a mostly comforting weight, but I could feel his irritation in the way his fingers dug into my robes.
"I do hope that this has shown each and every one of you that my apprentice is indeed worthy to stand by my side." The Grandmaster declared, his voice booming throughout the training hall. I would never get tired of seeing him slip so easily between his different roles, each seeming to be their own personality, but still distinctly him. He motioned toward the body of my fallen foe, and I could feel him using the Force to vibrate the air underneath the man's robes, superheating it until he seemed to simply spontaneously combust. It happened so fast, I don't think anyone in the room other than myself and Juhani had even been aware of how he did it, just that he had, through sheer Mastery of the Force, reduced a man to ash right in front of them.
"That man, though I use that term in the loosest of manners, felt that by the mere accident of his birth, he was more suited to the position of my Apprentice. Skin does not make the man, or woman, as the case may be. You are no longer of the Sith, nor are we merely Jedi. Our emotions give us strength only when we understand them. When we realize that they are ours, that we are in control, not them. There will be no more jockeying for position through subterfuge. You will succeed on your own merits, or not at all. Consider this a final warning." He then turned, leading me away. "Juhani, continue with the lesson."
I followed him as we strode through the Forge, my head held high as he checked in on many of the inner workings of the Forge and Fleet; the commanders, the injured soldiers, and even going so far as to make sure Big Z wasn't emptying the pantries. We were headed toward the construction bay where our new flagship, which had yet to be named, was being fabricated before he finally spoke to me directly.
"You showed great ingenuity during your duel. Facing an opponent with a weapon and style you've never seen before is dangerous proposition, and your ability to adapt was admirable." He said, pride evident in his voice as he finally took off that damned mask. I knew there was a really big 'but' coming, so I tried not to preen too much under his praise. "However, I am disappointed with the way you toyed with your opponent once you knew you had the upper hand instead of ending the battle quickly. Had he been anything other than an over-confident braggart, he would have had ample opportunity to counter your strategy and turn the tables."
He stopped in the observation deck overlooking the hangar, and fixed his stormy eyes on me, care and concern for my well-being evident in their intensity. I didn't even need the wide-open Bond to know what would happen to him if he were to ever lose me. "The ideal battle is one that can be won without bloodshed. Barring that, we have an obligation, a duty to ourselves and each other to end a fight as quickly and safely as possible so that we may return to each other's arms." He cupped my chin, then, bringing my face within a hairsbreadth of his own. "If you ever have a chance to end a fight without coming to harm, you take it. If not because you are my Apprentice and that is an order, then because you are a piece of my heart that I would die without."
I felt a tear streak down my cheek, only to be caught by his lips. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I smiled up at him. "I promise, Master. Thank you for caring."
"Always, Sapphire." He replied, leaning in for a kiss.
After a short, but pleasant tongue battle in an empty observation deck, I followed Mar as he went to check on the progress of our new ship. It was easily five times the size of the Hawk, but while the Ebon Hawk was a Rancor crashing through the trees, this reminded me of the Manaan Dart Shark that had nearly eaten Mar. It was sleek, smooth, and silvery. Even the twin cannon turbolaser turrets were barely noticeable. There was no doubt in my mind that this ship was every bit as fast and deadly as it looked. "It's beautiful, Master." I breathed.
"Care to see the inside, Sapphire?" He asked me, a bit of mischief in his smile. He had something planned, I just knew it.
But, who was I to ruin the surprise? "Very much so." I beamed, wrapping myself around his left arm, glad to see that he wasn't trying to put that silly mask back on. Sure, it was a symbol, something for the troops to rally behind, both now, and in the past, but it hides that ruggedly kissable face. And that's just criminal.
He showed me the cockpit, easily large enough for a crew of five, but I bet T3 could just as easily do the entire job himself. There was a med-bay with a fully functional Medical Droid and Bacta tank, and even a full kitchen that Mar said would be manned by a full team of chefs whenever she was out of port.
After showing me a rather large training room that totally beat the tar out of the Hawk's cargo hold, Mar led me to a hallway on the upper levels. Empty rooms with placards, quarters for everyone on the team if I had to guess, were ignored by Mar. instead, he placed his hand on a scanner next to the lone door at the end of the hall. "This, I think, is the most important part of the entire ship." His grin nearly feral as he led me into the darkness.
I was vaguely aware of his arm slipping away from me, but that didn't seem to matter once the lights came on. Instead, I was treated to the sight of a bedroom even more extravagant than the one we'd been in for the last month. I wandered the room, feeling the supple leathers of the chairs, loungers, and couches, smelling the sweet aromas of the flowers that were beautifully arranged on every table, and stopped dead at the base of a small platform. A platform that held an absolutely massive bed! Pretty sure three people could be sprawled out on that thing and never touch. And… were those shackles hanging from the headboard?"
"Indeed they are, Sapphire." Mar's voice whispered across the skin of my neck as his strong arms wrapped around my body. "But you don't need to worry about those right now." I gasped as his large hands cupped my breasts, the soft fabric of my tunic brushing against my nipples. "All you need to do is open the Bond with Bas and 'Hani." He kissed the small space were my lekku met at the back of my head, and I nearly passed out due to sensory overload. "Let them taste what you are about to enjoy."
"B-but-" I stuttered. But what? Shouldn't they be here? They shouldn't be left out, right? A greedier part of me wanted this moment all to myself, whatever Mar was about to do to me, I wanted it to be mine. "But they-"
"Are training and can not be here right now. "Bastila is with her Apprentice, and Juhani is still with our reforming Sith." It seemed like he was intentionally misunderstanding me, but the way he pinched my nipples just on the wrong side of too hard, making me whimper, told me different. How was my tunic open? His hands felt so good on my skin, so hot and rough. "That's not what I meant…" I definitely did not mewl as his fingers danced down the smooth, pale blue expanse of my stomach. And I certainly didn't jerk and push myself against the hand that dipped into my pants. Why was he torturing me?
"They already know we are here. Alone." He growled the last word, sending shockwaves down my spine. "They already know exactly. What. I'm. Planning. To. Do. To. You." Each word punctuated by a kiss to my neck and lekku, making me go all gooey inside. The only things keeping me on my feet were his hands, one hand gripping my hip tightly, and the other flat against… I was only vaguely aware of the fact that my clothes had completely disappeared, too lost in the way his fingers rubbed my nethers directly for the first time. A moan escaped my lips. Would he stop if I said no? What should I do?
"Open the Bond, Sapphire."
So I did. The first thing they sensed from me was my distress, and their concern came back to me. That vanished, though, the second Revan's middle finger delved in between my lower lips, wrenching a scream of pleasure from me. I had no idea it would feel so good. Why hadn't he done this before? I babbled incoherently as his fingers explored. That is, until I felt something hard pressing against my butt. Totally unfair, He's still clothed!
I struggled to reach back and pull of his robes, but my efforts were fruitless in the wake of his ministrations, and I was wholly unprepared when his teeth grazed against the tip of a lekku. My whole body shook and I lost the fight with gravity, falling forward onto the bed. I was dimly aware of Juhani's own struggle to maintain her composure in front of her class. Tanis, though, seemed to have taken this opportunity to begin lavishing attention on her Mistress, if the sensations I got in return from Bastila were anything to go by. I hope Mar doesn't mind.
"All is as it should be, Sapphire." He said, voice deep and full of lust. A time and a place for all emotions, I could hear the lessons in my head. "But, if you continue to present me with such a fabulous view-" words accentuated by fingers trailing up the insides of my thighs. Without any conscious thought, my legs spread wider, and I tried lifting my backside higher. Didn't really work too well, with my body being all different kinds of jelly. "I may not be able to control myself." He then thrust two of his fingers inside me, and my back arched and lights flared behind my eyes. I pushed back, needing more.
And more was what I got. Without warning, his warm breath and soft tongue flitted across my folds. I had thought when he'd lathed my breasts and neck with such attentions that I'd been in heaven. This… I could die happy. Giddy like a Spicer, but happy.
I was writhing under his touch, just shy of full on spasms, and I could feel a familiar little ball of energy and pleasure building, just out of reach of his probing tongue. It grew and expanded, wracking my body with electric pleasure. I begged for it to burst, to send me into the explosive bliss that would always come from our nightly explorations. But, try as I might, I was unable to reach that nirvana, and as my frustration grew alongside that unbearable feeling, I noticed the faintest whispers of the Force. So not fair!
"Master, plee-EEE!" I cried out as he swirled his tongue around the hard little nub near the top of my opening. That single motion released the nova that had grown within me, and my body went rigid as I screamed into the pillow that I had clutched. Even as it washed over me, it continued to grow, only for a second explosion to rock me when a hand gripped my lekku. I was going to die like this. Life was good.
I lay there for what felt like hours, now knowing what an overloaded console must feel like. Muscles twitched and spasmed, and I felt like both lead and jelly at the same time. There was a rustle of cloth, and I could feel the bed shifting beside me. Trying to lift my head resulted in little more than a satisfied groan. I think I crossed some wires…
Mar's soft chuckle floated through my senses, and I felt his nails along my spine. "That's a good look for you, Sapphire."
"Meanie." I mumbled. Hooray, I managed a word. Unfortunately, face buried in the pillow as it was, it kinda came out as "muh nuh". Still counts, though.
He just kept laughing, the bastard. "I hope you don't think we're stopping there, Love."
This time, I managed to lift my head and look at him. He was propped up on his left elbow, naked as I was, with only the silken sheets of the bed protecting his modesty. His chest and abs were tight and rippling as he used them to hold himself up. But it was his face, framed by that shoulder-length dark hair, and covered with a thick sheen, looked like the kath hound that caught the kinrath. Stupid, sexy Revan.
"Not done?" I managed, rolling onto my back. He merely smiled and took my hand, drawing it underneath the sheet. Mother Goddess, it was thicker than the hilt of my lightsabre. It twitched in my grip as I touched it directly for the first time. It was so hot that it felt like it was burning my hand. Eager to finally see what I had rubbed against so often, my free hand tore off the sheets, revealing his large, rock hard thing. When I say large, I mean hung-like-a-wookie big, and you don't want to know how I know that… unlike that incident, this was something I had wanted to see for some time, and I was not disappointed. All hot steel wrapped in satin, I wrapped my other hand around the base and, along with the first, gently slid up and down the length.
Revan's head fell back onto the pillow, groaning. It was then that I realized that all of our experiments had been little more than him exploring our bodies. While that meant that he was able to play us like Corellian harps, it also meant he'd been merely taking pleasure vicariously through the Bond. Now, while he might be content to give, I was about to give him a lesson in receiving.
Emboldened by the sounds he was trying to hold back; grunts, groans, and whispered encouragements, I began to move my hands faster. "You relax, Master, it's my turn." my hands working in concert, I leaned in and gave him a kiss. I tried to express everything I felt for him into that lip-lock; my love, lust, passion, hope, and joy. And, as our tongues swirled together, I tasted something sweet, salty, and a little bitter, the realization that it was my own flavor sent a shiver up my spine and a moan to my lips. I was delicious.
I finally broke the kiss with a final lick of his lips before joining my hands to return the favor. Positioning myself so I could se his face, I let my tongue flit over his tip, and I grinned to myself when his eyes shut tight, breath catching in his throat. If my own reactions were half as entertaining as his were, I could understand why he always insisted on giving.
I soon switched to long, slow licks, savoring the musky scent and salty flavor of his skin. It had always been something I had enjoyed, but this was simply intoxicating. I made a point to send very vivid visuals through the Bond. Mar had said to share, after all.
A smile played at my lips as I realized just how much power I had over the most powerful being in the known galaxy, before I wrapped my lips around the throbbing head, hands pumping furiously against every exposed inch. I'm not sure if it was bleedthrough from the Bond, or if this act of pleasuring itself was getting me all hot and bothered, but I soon found myself rubbing my entire lower body against the leg I was straddling.
So engrossed, I almost didn't see Mar's hands ball up in the sheets, his face scrunched up as he fought for control. I wasn't going to have any of that, so I tried something Juhani had suggested for just this occasion. Manipulating the Force just a little, I relaxed the muscles of my throat before taking nearly half of his length into my mouth. My mouth was way too full, and it reminded me of that time I had found a huge bag of sweets, and crammed as much of it into my mouth as possible. The thought made me giggle, and the vibrations sent Mar into a fit of spasms. My lips curled with this new knowledge, and I began to hum the tune to a song I'd heard once on a holovid.
"Mission…" He groaned. No, pleaded. But I wasn't going to stop, not even if he begged me. Instead, I sped up, hoping that even my clumsy efforts would be enough to make him feel what I'd felt mere moments ago.
Suddenly, his hips shot upward, and his hands held me firm at the base of my lekku. A salty, thick… something splashed against the back of my throat. It wasn't particularly tasty, but it nearly thrummed with the Force. That alone, combined with the knowledge that I had been the sole cause of his release, had me moaning happily as it trickled down my throat.
I watched from where I was as his twitches stopped, and his breathing slowed. Silently proud of my ability to bring him to climax. But, as things settled, I became increasingly aware of that itch growing once again in my belly. And despite his own inability to even sit up, Revan's little mercenary was still standing at attention. Never would there be a better opportunity to become one with Mar, so after one last long, slow lick from base to tip, I moved up so that I was straddling his hips. "I hope you're ready Master." I purred, doing a passable impression of Juhani's sensual tone.
He didn't speak, but his hands came up to rest on my upper thighs. I pushed myself down against his tip, only for it to slide away, leaving a slick trail up my stomach. I had a moment to wonder if he was simply too big for me still, that I would have to wait until my body finished its maturity. I'd already reached the point where I was considered an adult by Twi'lek law, but I still had two more years of growth until my body stopped changing. Would I have to wait that long? I'd lose my spacing mind!
Revan seemed to sense my worry, and he pulled me in for a soft, love-filled kiss. "Patience, Sapphire." I felt one of his hands moving between us, and soon, his tip was pressed tightly against my wet nethers. I tried to push down, ignoring his calls for patience. I wanted it inside me now, damn it! Still, he held me firm, slowly working his way inside me. Once the tip was fully inside, though, his hips jumped up without warning, and it felt like I was being split in two. Why had no one told me this would hurt so much the first time!? I tried to pull away, to get away from the pain, but Mar just held me in his ever-calming embrace, raining whisper soft kisses and soothing words all over me. Slowly, ever so slowly, the pain melted away.
"I am sorry for hurting you, Mission." He muttered, gazing into my own eyes with a sorrowful expression. He looked completely ready to just call it quits, just because of a few tears. Part of me wanted to stop, too, but that itch was still there, and somehow I knew it wasn't going to go away until it was well and truly scratched.
I sat up in his lap, vaguely aware that only about half of him had made its way in. I'd never felt so full, where was I supposed to put the rest of it? "If you think a little bit of pain is going to stop me when my heart's desire is within my grasp, Master, you must not know me very well." I said, giving him a cute pout and crossed my arms under my chest, pushing them up.
He smiled, then. His dark, brooding eyes dancing over my nude body. "Then we had best hurry: Juhani has ended the lesson and seems to have been thoroughly teased."
With his hands on my hips, he started to set a slow, steady pace, rocking me back and forth, easing more and more of his immense size into me. My nails raked down his chest, palms coming to rest on his chiseled stomach so I could try to keep my balance. I was able to watch as the last of him vanished, and a feeling of completion washed over me, like a last piece of the puzzle that was me had finally been fit into place. The Force swirled around us, and that feeling totally eclipsed even the pleasure we had already shared. Slowly, I lifted my hips, reveling in the sensations around and inside me, until I couldn't go any father without letting him slip out. I then pushed down hard, and as my thighs slapped against his hips, I felt him nudging against the deepest part of me. I had to have more, the itch was getting worse, but as it felt so good to scratch, I didn't really mind.
There were no more words -nothing discernable, anyway- as I continued to ride him like he was my own personal swoop bike. We had come to an understanding, mind and body, heart and soul, and even the Living Force seemed to bless our union. Moans, groans, and wet sounds filled the large room, and I overloaded countless times. But I wouldn't stop until Mar had felt the same mind-numbing joy I had.
I didn't have to wait long. He pulled me in for a fevered kiss and his hands gripped my bum, while his hips began to set a frantic rhythm that had my vision blurring. That sphere of bliss was growing again, larger than ever before. He was going to kill me, but I didn't want to stop!
A moment later, I went supernova -white light filling my vision, ripping a scream so loud that I had to bite down on Mar's shoulder in the hopes of stifling it. Even through that, I felt him thrust up one last time, harder than ever, and I could feel that same sticky, Force-infused fluid spilling into me. Small shocks rolled through my body as I came down from our incredible high. Slowly, the feeling of connectedness faded, until it barely registered to my senses, but I knew that as long as we both lived, it would never truly disappear.
"I see he finally… what was the term you used, Mission?" Juhani purred from where she stood at the foot of the bed. I hadn't even heard her come in, and the smile on Mar's face told me I was alone in that regard. "Oh, yes, 'sliced your security terminal'?"
I blushed fiercely, remembering when I had said that last week, but I wasn't going to let her get the last word in this time. "Ended up having to hack it myself. Borrowed Mar's Tunneler for it, though."
They both laughed as I rolled off of his chest, immediately missing the sense of fullness. I knew exactly why she was here, and I had kind of promised to be there when she joined with him. I'd kind of been planning on not following through, but I just felt way too good to deny her.
"So good of you to join us, Kitten." Revan said as he lifted himself up, leaning back against the headboard. His voice was heady and commanding, and I knew for a fact that it was the one that got her all kinds of gooshy. "I was beginning to wonder if you would ever arrive."
Her eyes widened before she looked down demurely. "The lesson ran late, my Master, and it was… difficult to walk with the Bond open as it was."
Mar looked ponderous for a moment. "No, that won't do at all. Succumbing to distractions so easily… Mission, come here." He motioned to the spot between his splayed legs, and I took my seat, back flush against his stomach, head cradled by his shoulder. "I think it is time for another kind of lesson. Mission, the Bond."
I knew exactly what kind of game he was playing, just as I knew that the now protesting Cathar was going to love it. "But, you promised…" She mewled. She was very convincing, but Revan just grew a dark smirk that I could all but see myself. So, I threw the Bond wide open just as his hands covered my nude breasts.
Juhani twitched almost imperceptibly, but made no other indication that she was affected. "And it is a promise that I shall keep. Now, undress for me, Kitten." Revan's fingers then began to rove across my skin, and I felt like the happiest Corellian harp ever, once again.
She nodded and began to sway to a silent, sensual rhythm. The flexsteel bands removed, she let her outer robe fall away. Pooling at her feet. She had just begun to loosen her orange tunic when Revan's fingernails scraped up my inner thighs. I moaned for effect as her knees began to buckle.
"Don't taunt her, now. It's not nice." He admonished half-heartedly, giving my right nipple a little twist.
Eventually, she regained her composure enough to remove her tunic and bra, twisting and turning her body for his inspection. All the while Revan's hands danced around my sensitive areas, nearly matching the motion of her own hands. She turned away, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her tight pants. As she bent over, ready to present and expose her shapely rear, Mar drew a finger up the length of my opening like a damned credit chit. Juhani slumped to her knees, pants half off her hips as she made plaintive sounds of desire. I wasn't faring much better, but at least I wasn't the focus of this 'punishment.'
"Don't tell me you're done already, Kitten." He called out in his commanding voice as he dipped his finger inside me, drawing small circles. Shakily, she stood and finished drawing her pants down her legs. Mar let out a low, appreciative whistle as he added a second finger. Even as I writhed, wanting more of his touch, I could see the damp spot on her unders grow.
With what appeared to be a great deal of effort, she managed to finally peel off her last article of clothing. Mar's movements slowed as he gazed at her in all her glory, her large breasts already heaving with effort and arousal, evidenced by her already hard nipples peeking out of soft, pale fur, and the thin fur around her nethers, slick with her excitement. The lips themselves her flushed, and she looked so good that even I wanted to play with her.
"I feel she made a good effort. What do you think, Sapphire?" our Master asked, drinking in the sight.
I let a wicked grin split my face. "I don't know, Master, you had me undressed much faster."
"I think you may be right. What kind of… ahh, I know. Come here, Kitten." He beckoned. Eyes down, she crawled toward us, stopping just at his feet. "Now, as punishment, I want you to pleasure Mission until she climaxes." Wait, what!?
"And then?" She begged. I could hear an anticipation that was not entirely about sexy times with the man I was reclining on.
"Make her scream, and I will make you scream." He accentuated his statement with a playful jiggle of the shackles, and I've never seen someone so excited at the prospect of being restrained. She wasted no time, burying her face in between my legs. Her tongue was drier, and a much rougher texture than Mar's, and the sensations were a little weird, but even still, within moments, she had me panting and moaning as Revan watched.
+Keep the Bond open, Sapphire.+ He whispered into my mind. +Let us see how she reacts to distraction of her own design.+ I nodded, and he took my hand, making me grip her swishing ponytail. As I pulled her closer, she drove her tongue deeper, only to try to jerk away as she realized the trap that Mar had sprung on her.
Knowing that she would never get what she wanted if she didn't complete her task, she resigned herself to her fate, and began her tongue bath in earnest, moaning right alongside me, framed by a fleeting thought from Mar, 'they make such beautiful music together.' Yeah, and you're the kriffing conductor. It didn't take long for twin knots to form in our stomachs and explode into white-hot pleasure so intense that I couldn't tell which of us was screaming louder. My eyes were closed as I crawled away from all the stimulation, and I lay there catching my breath, barely registering the sounds of chains rattling.
When I finally could open my eyes, I found Juhani splayed out, wrists and ankles bound and holding her tight to the bed, and Revan admiring his handiwork. Her eyes were wide as she pulled against the cuffs. It seemed she hadn't expected him to take things so far, yet. But he gave her no time to settle, and his hands were everywhere; massaging her breasts, dancing down her sides, and dragging up her thighs. All the while, she mewled, purred, and writhed in helpless pleasure.
I was so utterly transfixed by the scene, it was like watching two totally different people. Mar'Kul had made love to me, and Revan was completely dominating Juhani. Kinda made me wonder what Bastila was going to get.
Mar motioned for me, and I ended up straddling the Cathar's face, facing him. "It'll be easier for you to hold her ankles for me, this way." He had said as he released her lower limbs from their bondage. I'm pretty sure he just wanted to hear us making music again. And that was how I found myself hold her legs up and apart, her glistening fur begging for attention, even as my own nethers tingled with her hot, labored breathing.
I got to watch as his length disappeared inside her in a single drawn out push. It was amazing to watch something that big vanish into something so small. I shouldn't have been so surprised, really, after all, it had been in my not that long ago, and I'm even smaller than her.
"Come now, Kitten." He growled, withdrawing at a torturously slow pace. "Mission is being so kind as to help you keep your legs up. Make sure you show the proper gratitude." Being the obedient submissive that she is, she quickly put her tongue to use again.
I don't know how long we kept going that night; everything became a blur of orgasmic bliss, but eventually, I couldn't take anymore, and I fell asleep. Okay, so maybe I passed out, shut up.
I did wake up to the sounds of smacking flesh in a very much dimmed room, combined with ecstatic moans and muffled wanton screams. I lifted my head off of Juhani's chest, which I had apparently commandeered as a pillow at some point, and could barely make out Mar's broad back as he was seated at the edge of the bed. Over his shoulder was a tangle to shiny brown hair that bounced to the rhythm of the clapping. Looks like Bastila had finally joined us, after all, and was riding him hard.
Still exhausted, I fell back asleep, only briefly coming to when Mar and the Princess joined our little cuddle pile. There was a general feeling of contentment that settled over us all. No, It was more than that. Completion. Oneness. We were together, supremely happy, and ready to take the Galaxy by storm.
And now we've reached the end of Episode 1. Hope you all enjoyed it, despite these frankly ridiculous wait times. Episode 2 begins in the next chapter, and will deal with much of the time that occurs between KotOR and The Sith Lords. How will things play out with a Revan that isn't playing nice with the Jedi Council? you'll just have to wait to find out.
Until next time, kitties.