"Are you sure you're up for this? We can stop at any time you wish." Jori keeps her hands clamped on Loneva's shoulders.

"I'll be fine. A Jedi's life is all about emotional control."

"Not control. Repression," Jori insists. "They are two different things."

"Not entirely different."

The Sith laughs. "I suppose you are ready, then." She lets go of the Jedi's shoulders. "Now, I'm going to go into my ship for one minute. When I am out, I want you to find me without alerting me to your presence."

"Got it."

Jori climbs the ramp into her ship, making sure not to reach out with the Force. Though that aspect is important, what's more important at the moment is boosting Loneva's confidence. When a minute has elapsed, she proceeds down the ramp and takes on the role of a Zakuulan Knight. "Yes, High Justice Vaylin, I'll have them for you," she says into her switched-off commlink. "As soon as I locate them." She casts her view about. "A Republic rat is going to die today!" she announces.

Loneva is careful to chuckle in a way that doesn't give off her position. Just then, she's hit by a Force wave that knocks her flat on her rear. "Oww!"

Jori rushes toward her, pressing the end of her practice lightsaber into her chest. "Your amusement gave you away. You need to keep the emotional barrier constant, or it falls apart."

The Jedi stands up. "Maybe I'm not ready, after all."

"Nonsense. You only need more practice. I keep telling you, this isn't something you're going to master overnight."

Loneva frowns. "But I don't even know how I'm supposed to do what I'm trying to do."

Jori holsters her training lightsaber. "Alright. Tell me, why is it that Jedi are taught to shun emotions?"

"Because they lead to the Dark Side."

"Do they?" Jori raises a brow, "Or is it a certain type of emotion that does?"

"It's...usually from anger, or hatred. One of the violent emotions."

"So you think there are Jedi who have never felt anger at all in their lives?" the Sith's voice is heavy with sarcasm. "There are Jedi who have never felt anger at seeing a Sith kill an innocent civilian? Jedi who never got annoyed at a colleague for violating the Code? Jedi are flawed sentients like anyone else. You really think there are those of them who have kept themselves perfectly emotion-free their entire lives? Of course not. But a moment of anger is simply not enough to pull somebody to the Dark Side."

"What is it, then?"

"It's what I would call a 'cascading anger'. The person feeling it thinks of one thing after another that feeds into their anger. It gets into them. It distorts their vision of the galaxy. They see everything in the worst possible light. They lose their moral compass. Anything they can think of justifies their actions, no matter how violent. Their will, and their will alone, is all that matters. That's why you see so many more Jedi turn to the Dark than Sith turn to the light."

Loneva's eyes go wide. "But what about all the Sith who die at the hands of other Sith? Don't tell me that goes completely unnoticed. There were at least three Sith Lords with armies fighting for supremacy on Corellia. Haven't other Sith seen the error of that?"

Jori sighs. "A handful, like myself, have, but most Sith see it and simply convince themselves that they will be more powerful than their enemies. Sort of like Republic citizens who simply think that their problems will be solved if only the right person assumes office."

"Let's not get into that, alright? Now's not the time."

"And why not?" Jori goads her, "Isn't it true? Governments aren't a totally inaccurate reflection of the people they subjugate. Otherwise, they would not be so effective at it."

"I said, leave it!" Loneva yells.

"You swore an oath to protect the people of the Republic, so it's only natural for you to be angry at that. It must be hard, thinking of all the years you've spent serving a corrupt government with a warmongering chancellor, while the Sith Empire is led by a man who cares more about its people's survival than some petty conflict."

"Stop it! This is just like you! You say you want to work with me, then you goad and provoke me like this! You're acting like a typical Sith, and you wonder why I keep questioning your moti-" She's cut off as the Sith plants a warm kiss on her mouth, and her anger slowly subsides.

Jori smiles when she pulls away. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You need to think of the things that anger you, keep repeating them and searching out reasons behind them, all the while, knowing something that will break your anger in a heartbeat. It takes tremendous practice, but it works."

The Jedi nods. "I see your point."

"Then we're making progress. We see what makes you angry, which is people speaking ill of the Republic, and we see how to stop it, which is my being affectionate with you."

Loneva shrugs. "I suppose so."

"Why is it, do you think, that I have that power over you?" Jori asks.

"Why?"

The Sith smiles, putting an arm around the Jedi's waist. "Oh, I know why. I just want to hear you say it."

Loneva silently contemplates for a few moments, then slowly speaks, as if she's still coming up with her answer as she speaks it. "Well...because...I mean, you've been pretty nice to me...and yeah, it did feel suspicious at first...but you won me over. You, um...you passed up a lot of chances, to, do whatever it was I thought you were going to do."

Jori moves her hand up and down. "And?"

"And...well, you've been nice to me. I've seen a side of you that you've been forced to hide. Underneath that dark, angry Sith exterior, you're a really caring person. I want to see more of it."

The Sith looks away, letting go of her. "I...I must say, that certainly did not go how I expected."

Loneva grabs her shoulder, turning Jori to face her. "What? Were you expecting me to say that I like feeling safe in your arms? That you're changing my perspective on Sith and Imperials?"

"...something like that."

The Jedi pulls the Sith close, kissing her affectionately. "Well...both of those things are true as well. For what it's worth."

Jori brushes her hand against Loneva's cheek. "So my lessons are succeeding. Somewhat."

"Yeah, I've got a ways to go, but you're making me feel like I'll get there."

Jori steps away, moving towards the ramp of the ship. "Does that mean you're ready to continue?"

"Well...is there any emotion I could use besides anger? I'm not quite at a place where I'd trust myself with it."

The Sith shrugs. "Any emotion will work, just as long as it's strong. Now give it another try." She walks into the ship, waits the requisite time, then emerges, once again slipping into her Knight persona. "I'll find that lawbreaking Jedi, whatever it takes. You can be assured of that, High Justice Vaylin." She draws her practice saber and fires another Force blast into the vegetation. Nothing. "She's a sneaky one, but I'll have her yet." Jori walks slowly into the brush, listening carefully to every sound. She feels the practice saber knocked out of her hand, and before she can turn around, she's seized from behind by a pair of strong arms attached to a heavy-breathing body.

"Mmm...you Knights of Zakuul," Loneva says in a low, sultry voice, "You like trying to lure us in with your pretty faces. It ends here and now, but I'd like to have a little fun first." She licks the Sith's neck. "You taste good, too. What do they feed you out in Wild Space?"

Jori decides to play along. "Republic scum," she growls, "Is sex the only thing you can think about? You should be glad we're here to bring order to your degenerate ways."

The Jedi grabs the Sith's breasts through her fabric. "Oh, don't pretend you're not tempting us. Your art, your sleek ships, the Knights' flawless physical conditioning...oh, you know how to make yourselves desirable. Well, I'll show you what comes of it." She reaches into Jori's pants, feeling her sex. "Ha, I knew your righteous act was just that. You came here to take advantage of our supposed degeneracy. You've been wanting this, admit it."

Jori struggles half-heartedly against Loneva's grasp. "You know nothing. The Eternal Empire owns your world."

The Jedi clamps her teeth onto the Sith's neck. "Zakuul must have its own degenerates," she says, "And they've put them in the Knights. Tell me, what does High Justice Vaylin call you when you've got your tongue buried in her filthy snatch?" She slips a couple fingers inside Jori's sex. "Don't lie to me. I can tell when girls are lying."

"L-Loneva," Jori pants, "That's quite enough. You pass this round."

The Jedi starts moving her hand back and forth. "Oh no you don't," she says, "You're not worming your way out of this."

Jori sends out a burst of Force energy, breaking Loneva's grasp. "I said, that's enough!"

The Jedi reels from the blast, then blinks, realizing what she's done. "Sorry...I guess I did get carried away."

The Sith brushes herself off. "Still, using lust as your disguising emotion? I didn't think you had it in you."

"Did I frighten you?" Loneva looks genuinely concerned.

"No. A compliment isn't frightening," she winks. "Still, if you're using lust, then like with any other emotion, you need to find out what turns it off for you."

"That's a difficult one," Loneva says, "Since you've got such a nice body that I see naked every day."

"Alright, then think of something that disgusts you," Jori says, "Think of a Hutt when you feel yourself start to go too far. I've never been within fifty meters of a Hutt, so that shouldn't ruin your imagination of me."

"That might work," the Jedi nods, "But I'll definitely need some time to sort all these images out in my head."

Jori sits on her bed. "In the meantime, I should explain the next stage of your training."

Loneva sits in Jori's lap, smiling at her. "Go ahead, gorgeous."

A chuckle, then Jori continues. "What you'll need to learn next is how to get your cover back right after you've been exposed. If the Knights pick you up, they'll know where you are. What you need to do is stun them, or break their line of sight, then put yourself into a different emotional state."

"That sounds difficult."

"It is. But it's worth learning," she kisses Loneva on the cheek, "And I'll be there for you every step of the way."

The Jedi laughs. "Then why don't we...try and learn more about my lust?"

"I have no objection," Jori grins, and laughs as Loneva pushes her backwards onto the bed. The Jedi kisses her roughly, tearing off her clothes rapidly and haphazardly. The Sith returns the favor, eager to get at Loneva's breasts. Once they're uncovered, she massages them vigorously, then takes one of them into her mouth, wrapping her arms tightly around the Jedi and holding her close. While suckling on her, she uses the Force to remove the last of her clothing.

Loneva strokes Jori's hair softly, enjoying the attention paid to her sensitive nubs. She puts her thigh between Jori's legs, right on her sex, slowly moving back and forth so as not to dislodge her nipple from the Sith's mouth.

As Darth Acina had done to her, Jori electrifies her hands and runs them across Loneva's body, sending a tingling sensation through her. The tingle also spreads to her body through Loneva. She moves her hands down to the Jedi's rear, where the electricity enters the Sith's sex, making her nub jump. It brushes against the Jedi's thigh and Jori feels herself crying out through Loneva's breast, whose nipples have now grown hard as durasteel.

When Jori calms down, Loneva lifts herself up. "I know what we could do," the Jedi says, "Just stay there." She turns herself around until her sex is pressing against Jori's mouth and her mouth against Jori's sex. "Come on, I'm sure you can guess."

Jori squeezes Loneva's rear as she licks at her. She spreads her legs to allow the Jedi the same access. Today, she tastes musky and rich. What has she dug out of her private stores? Whatever it is, Jori will have to sample some later. She feels Loneva push two fingers into her and reciprocates by inserting her tongue. When Loneva is wet enough, Jori takes her twitching nub between her lips, holding a vacuum on it as it pushes itself in and out of her mouth. She inhales, taking in Loneva's scent. It's intoxicating, and she feels herself wanting to please this Jedi, to hold onto her, to make her scream. She takes her lips off Loneva's sex for just a moment. "I have an idea. Whoever comes first has to be the other's slave for the next hour. Sound good?"

"You have a deal," the Jedi says, then goes back to licking and fingering Jori. She turns her fingers around inside the Sith until she hits her special spot just perfectly. She can hear Jori restraining her moans. Part of her wishes that she wouldn't, so that the moans would send vibrations through her clit. Then she remembers what's at stake and takes Jori's clit into her mouth, rubbing vigorously inside her.

Jori deliberately misses Loneva's spot a few times, but continues sucking on Loneva's clit just to keep up appearances. Sure enough, just as she feels Loneva clench around her, her own sex twitches and erupts with juices, which Loneva greedily licks up. The Jedi's climax follows soon after, and she pushes up, pressing her full torso's weight onto the Sith's jaw.

"Go on! Drink it up!" Loneva demands.

Jori eagerly obeys, all the time massaging her lover's thighs. When Loneva climbs off, she lies down beside her, cleaning her face with her tongue, and kisses her. "I can't wait to see what you'll do to me," the Sith grins.

Loneva lifts Jori's body to press against hers, sighing softly. "You lost on purpose, didn't you?"

Jori nods. "Yes, I just want to know why you enjoy subservience in the bedroom so much." She tweaks Loneva's nipple. "That, and I wanted a better view of your arse."

Loneva tweaks back. "Well, I've already devised a number of punishments for you. We'll be in for quite an evening."

The Sith laughs. "I don't doubt it. But I really should get started on dinner now."

The Jedi grins. "Well then, as your temporary Mistress, my first command is for you to cook naked. If you want, you can use a Force bubble to keep your breasts from getting hit with the oil."

"Well, how generous of you."

"Not really. I just don't want your skin to be ruined from the burns." Loneva grins, then gives Jori's rear a slap. "Now get cooking, you sullen wench!"

Jori laughs. "Yes, Mistress." She rubs her rear as she walks out of the room slowly, allowing Loneva time to dress herself.

Loneva pulls her clothes on and follows Jori out to the campfire, which the Sith ignites with a lightning bolt. She watches as the Sith sets up a pan above the flames, dripping oil onto it, and of course bending as much as possible. When she deems it hot enough, she sets a flank of meat on it, sprinkling it with a few spices and letting it sit. The Jedi sits on the ground, watching. "Why don't you come sit in my lap while that cooks?"

Jori walks over to Loneva, waving her rear in the Jedi's face a few times, then gyrating her hips as she lowers herself into her lap. She kisses Loneva. "What does Mistress want of me?" she asks coyly.

Loneva kisses back. "Mistress wants praise."

Jori puts her hands on Loneva's shoulders, raising herself slightly and pushing her breasts into the Jedi's face. "Mistress' tits are so big and juicy. I wish I could suck on them every night, or even drink from them. Mistress has the most beautiful skin. It makes her as strong and noble as the towers of Kaas City. Mistress has a big, beautiful, shapely arse that I want to bury my face in and lick. Mistress has a fair face and a sexy voice. Mistress' pussy tastes like pure delight. I want to drink from it when her tits are empty."

Loneva grins. "I didn't know you had such a dirty mind. Maybe when you're done cooking dinner and I've eaten it, Mistress will let you drink from her pussy."

With that incentive in mind, Jori scampers back to the stove, tending to the meat. When the flank is cooked through, she dishes it up with a few slices of the wild fruit Loneva is so fond of. "Here you are, Mistress," she offers the plate to her.

The Jedi looks it over. "It looks tasty, but I have nothing to put the plate on."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Jori bows her head.

"Lie down on the ground," Loneva instructs. Jori does so, with her breasts facing up, and Loneva sets the plate on her abdomen, arranging the fruit pieces throughout the Sith's cleavage. "My...you make such a tasty platter."

"I am pleased to serve Mistress," Jori smiles. She struggles to hold still and keep the plate from sliding off as Loneva slices the meat and consumes the pieces. When the Jedi finishes her meat, she eats each of the fruit pieces directly off Jori's skin, licking it afterwards.

"Tasty," Loneva says, licking her lips.

"Now may I have my reward, Mistress?" the Sith pleads.

Loneva sighs. "I suppose so." She removes her top and lifts Jori into her lap, laying her horizontally. The Sith puts her arms around the Jedi's waist and back and takes a breast into her mouth, suckling fervently on it. Loneva strokes her back and hair. "Mmm...there's a good Sith. That feels wonderful."

Encouraged by Loneva's words, Jori pushes her nipple inward and lets it pop back out, still swirling her tongue around the tip. She moves a hand onto the Jedi's free breast, expecting it to get slapped away, and massages it almost tentatively until she's sure that her temporary Mistress allows it. She squeezes it, moves it around, flicks, and even pinches the nipple. "Mmm…" she moans softly at getting to do this so freely to the breasts she's admired and lusted after for four months.

Loneva runs her hand down Jori's side, squeezing her rear when she arrives at it. She coats her finger in juices from the Sith's already-dripping pussy, then slowly pushes it into her rear hole. As always, Jori lets out a high-pitched moan as she's sodomized, sucking harder on Loneva's nipple. Unlike last time, where she simply used her finger as an anchor, Loneva works around the finger in Jori's rear until she feels the entrance start to loosen, and adds a second finger. She feels Jori shudder, and let go of her nipple briefly. She stops for a second, expecting to hear their safe word, but the Sith just latches back onto her nipple. Sure that Jori's fine with it, she starts moving her two fingers in and out of her rear.

The Sith's moans grow louder as her toes clench and unclench. She does what she can to direct them through the front of her mouth to send vibrations through her Mistress' breast. Her own nipples are now hard as rocks as they press against Loneva's abdomen. She wishes she had two more hands so she could rub them.

Deciding she's teased enough, Loneva touches her thumb to Jori's clit, rubbing it as she thrusts in and out of her ass. The Sith lets out a series of squeaks and moans until finally she lets out a long one, her hips rocking back and forth against the Jedi's hand. Her nipples send a chilly tingle up to her neck and she lets out a few pants. When she calms down, she rolls Jori onto her front and slaps her rear.

Jori cries out. "What was that for?!" She almost sounds indignant.

Loneva shrugs. "Just because." She gives Jori another spank.

The Sith winces, but doesn't make another sound. She remains quiet throughout the long, fast series of spanks that follow, a surprisingly easy task since the pain of the old dulls her to the new. When she lets out a long, shuddering breath, she feels Loneva pulling her rear upwards, planting soft kisses on each cheek. She smiles. "And what was that for?"

The Jedi sits her up and kisses her on the mouth. "Just because." They embrace one another warmly, just holding on. "Jori?"

"Yes, my love?" the Sith asks, still keeping her head on her shoulder.

"Did you...actually like that? Please be honest."

Jori sighs and pulls her head away, facing Loneva. "No. I didn't. I mean, I enjoyed the sex, but I didn't like being dominated. Nowhere near as much as I thought I would. I believe you when you say you enjoy pain, but I don't. It's not too much for me to handle, but I just don't understand it." She pauses. "How about you?"

Loneva shakes her head. "No, I didn't like it either. I mean, you really made my tits feel great, but most of the time, I just didn't have a clue what I was doing. The whole idea of bossing someone around...it just seems so alien to me."

The Sith laughs. "This coming from someone who prides herself on the fact that she votes. What is that, if not using the power of majority to boss a population around."

The Jedi flicks one of her nipples. "Not now, alright?" Jori kisses her, and they rest their foreheads together. "How about from now on, we just agree that you'll be the Mistress, and I'll be your bratty little plaything?"

"The bratty part was never in dispute," Jori tweaks one of Loneva's nipples, "So does that apply to both inside the bedroom and out?"

Loneva shakes her head. "I'd rather it not."

Jori breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank the Force! I hate having to be in charge all the time. It can get so exhausting."

"In the meantime," Loneva begins unfastening her belt and leans back, propping herself up with her elbows, "How about that drink you asked for?"

Jori grins. "I thought you'd never ask." She slips out of Loneva's lap and pulls her shorts off the rest of the way, taking her panties with them, and kisses her all over her sex and inner thighs. "Force, you have no idea just how stunningly beautiful you are from this angle, Loneva."

The Jedi runs a hand through the Sith's hair. "So do you. You like doing this to me every bit as much as I like getting it. You're so sexy enjoying yourself like that."

Jori turns her head to the side, fellating one of Loneva's fingers as the Jedi chuckles at her. When Loneva pulls it out, Jori turns her attention back to her sex, closing her mouth over it, sliding her tongue through the lips. The Jedi's sharp inhalation lets her know she's doing it right. She pushes into the folds, inhaling and taking in Loneva's scent. Her tongue curls toward the roof of her lover's sex. As the Jedi's moans grow louder, Jori puts her fingers on Loneva's clit, rubbing softly up and down. Loneva's hips move up and down. She's soon rewarded with a gush of the Jedi's fluids, a stream spraying into her mouth with each breath she takes.

Loneva pants as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, her sweaty body glistening in the firelight. "Don't swallow all of it," she instructs Jori.

The Sith laughs, filling her cheeks with the fluid, as she knows exactly what her lover has planned. She climbs over her and kisses her, letting what she has into Loneva's mouth.

Loneva gladly swallows her own juices, giving out the same pleasurable high-pitched moan that Jori lets out when she's sodomized. Her tongue forces its way into the Sith's mouth, swirling around hers. They duel for what feels like an hour before finally pulling apart. "Let's train more often," she says. "If that's gonna be my reward every day, I'm all for it."

"If I'm going to reward you like this, then you'll need to work hard indeed for it." Jori says, kissing the tip of Loneva's nose.

"Worth it."