Darth Kyuubi was pissed.

Granted, he should've seen this coming, given how he was going to Mandalore, a planet full of batshit-crazy warriors who've gone toe-to-toe with both the Jedi and the Sith, with the said warriors fighting for so long that their planet was essentially destroyed, but he didn't expect to be blasted and boarded right off the bat, especially in an era of supposed "peace."

Ah well. Darth Revan always did warn him that everyone always has some innocence left to lose.

Thankfully, they weren't here to destroy their ship. Instead, they seemed to be here to steal and raid it. On one hand, it was slightly better than being blasted to a million pieces. On the other hand, he still made an embarrassing mistake in front of his new apprentice, and he wanted some payback.

That's why he told her to stand back as he faced the helmed intruders who stepped on board.

It was a team of seven Mandalorians, both male and female, who had their blasters trained onto him. The few reasons why they haven't blasted him yet was that he didn't have his lightsaber out, he was alone, and he had his helmet on.

Even though it wasn't designed with the modern t-visor they were well known for today, they still recognized a helmet of Mandalorian design.

"Who are you? Identify yourself!" the leader, a woman, ordered. "State your clan name."

His eyes scanned her body, and noted how, unlike the Mandalorians during the Old Republic, they chose to wear less metal on their body. According to the lectures Darth Revan gave him about the age of the Old Republic, they should've had more beskar covering their body, and while that made them heavier and tired them out much faster, it also served to make each and every one of them a walking, flying tank.

He wondered what had changed since then. Perhaps they found better, more efficient ways to fight while also being minimalist with their precious metal? Maybe years of war drained them of their precious metals, forcing them to compromise? Or perhaps peace has weakened them too.

"I am not a Mandalorian," he said, before cursing himself. Why in the name of the Force would he start with that? He couldn't see their faces, but he knew that all seven of them were glaring at him.

As much as the Mandalorian clans hated each other, every single one of them followed and respected this one code: Do not use Mandalorian equipment without strict permission from a Mandalorian. Penalty for that is usually instant death, no questions asked. That's why so few soldiers/mercenaries dared using WESTAR-made weapons, wore armor similar in design to the Mandalorians, or even so much as spoke their language in fear of incurring the wrath of the nearest soldier of Mandalore.

That's why he had to duck and flip out of the way to dodge a hail of blaster fire.

"-But this helmet was a gift from my teacher!" he finished, which, thank the Force, got them to stop shooting at him for now. The negative emotions directed at him didn't stop, however.

"And where did he get that helmet?" one of the other Mandalorian warriors demanded.

"...My master was Darth Revan, the Sith who walked in between the Light Side and the Dark Side of the Force." This got them to pause. "Many years ago, during the age of the Old Republic, this helmet once belonged to a Mandalorian woman who stood up for the innocents, paying the price for her noble actions with her life. Slain by her own comrades, Darth Revan read her life story from a single touch, and became inspired to end the pointless genocides caused by the Mandalorians at that time, swearing to never take it off until his job was done."

The Mandalorians fell silent for a moment, no doubt pondering his words and presence.

"I am Darth Revan's apprentice, and I was given the task to help conquer the galaxy to bring order and stability. However, I am in need of strong warriors to help me in my quest. All I ask is an audience with your leader-"

POW!

"Kriff!" Darth Kyuubi swore as a blaster bolt nearly got him in the shoulder.

"We have no desire to fight a war we're not certain we can win," the leader calmly stated. "We are still trying to rebuild our forces, and we don't need another Sith manipulating us into extinction again- URK!"

The leader of the team suddenly found herself to be lacking oxygen. Gagging, she dropped her blaster as she was shot into the air, her head banging painfully against the metal ceiling.

"Ursa!" one of them shouted, before he was shoved into the wall courtesy of a powerful Force Push.

"Why you-!" one of them roared as he fired a barrage of blaster bolts at him, only for the said bolts to be redirected into their own comrade. The victim of the redirected bolts was launched across the room, hurt, but not slain yet, thanks to her armor.

*FWOOM!*

One of them tried to sneak up on him with a flamethrower. The fire barely managed to lick at his robes before he blocked the stream of flames with a Force Shield, creating a wall of fire pressing against an invisible wall.

*WOOSH!*

Naruto stuck out his other hand to block a powerful blast of air that was shot out of vambrace. This caused the ship to rattle from the continuous fighting.

"ENOUGH!" he roared as he slammed his fist down. Arcs of Force Lightning suddenly began to spread from the floor, quickly reaching all of the Mandalorians. They screamed in unison as the dark lightning crackled around their bodies, their invincible, metal armor only doing so much for them.

The waves of blue electricity ceased, giving them the sweet release from the agonizing electrocution. They fell onto their knees, with the weaker ones passing out on the spot.

A skilled warrior would've seen and taken advantage of the precious few seconds this gave him, and Darth Kyuubi wasted no time. Finally igniting the blade, he moved like the wind, swiftly decapitating three of them in one fluid motion.

"No- URK!" Darth Kyuubi turned around, and saw that Talon had apparently gotten bored of watching. Walking into the scene, she casually Force Choked one of them, which had been playing possum.

*CRACK!*

With a brutal snap, the fourth Mandalorian warrior fell back onto the floor, lifeless.

"Talon…"

"What? I got bored, master," she shrugged before turning to the three surviving Mandalorians. She frowned when she realized that they were women. She raised her hand to finish them off as well.

"No, Talon." Her master grabbed her hand, stopping her in her tracks. "We'll need some answers from them, so until I say otherwise, don't kill them."

"...As you wish…" Talon huffed.

Ursa Wren groaned, her head pounding like hammer to metal.

"Hm, she's a strong one," a female voice she didn't recognize hissed. "I can see why you would want her."

Ursa blinked as her brain began to clear up. She looked around their surroundings, and realized that they had lost the battle. Whoever the masked stranger was turned out to be a Force User, and a rather powerful one at that as well.

"Rise and shine, Mandalorian," the red-skinned Twi'lek sneered at the last part, making Ursa frown.

"Be nice, Talon," the masked man appeared from behind her. "They might be rude guests, but there's no need for us to share the same attitude."

Talon pulled her head back, then winced as the man unexpectedly smacked her rear.

It was then that Ursa realized that not only was her hands bound, but she was completely naked.

Oh great, they're perverts, the leader of the Wren clan groaned internally. This is going to suck.

"Rise," the masked man commanded as he touched her friends on the head. Whatever mysterious Force power he used worked, since the unconscious women stirred to life. It didn't take long for them to realize the mess they had gotten themselves into, and it didn't take long for them to also realize their current position.

Rahab, the one with darker skin and with her dark, brown hair covering her eyes, cursed at them in Mandalorian, while Koska Reeves just bit her lip in silent fury.

"Now now, you're the ones who rudely invited yourselves onto my ship," the masked stranger tsked at them. "The least you can do is remain silent and hear my proposition."

"And why are we stripped naked now?" Ursa managed to calmly ask.

"Judging from the poor performance, you Mandalorians have weakened over the years," the man observed. "Nonetheless, you did put up a half-decent fight, proving your worth as Mandalorians. That being said, however, that still means that every part of you and your equipment is a weapon, so I couldn't leave anything to chance."

"Yeah, right. I bet all you want to do is just rape and conquer us, right?" Rahab sneered at him. "Well, tough shit, Gamorrean spawn, you'll get nothing out of us, especially with your puny lightsaber. If you want answers out of us, you'll need a lot more than your junk to make us talk. Bring it on!"

"OOH! OOH! OOH! FUCK~!" Rahab screamed as Darth Kyuubi pounded deep inside of her core. The other two Mandalorian watched in horror and fascination as Rahab, the once proud Mandalorian warrior, was being fucked like a Twi'Lek whore.

Her arms and legs were being raised and pinned above her head, courtesy of Kyuubi's personal whore (he introduced himself to them before sticking his filthy cock into her), who was apparently a lot stronger than she looked. The Sith, meanwhile, was fucking Rahab like there was no tomorrow in the mating press position, his meat-saber piercing her womb.

"FUCK! What's wrong with your fucking cock?" Rahab yelped as the Twi'Lek, whose name was apparently "Talon", slapped her enormous tits.

"You sure you won't join us?" Talon purred, groping one of the Mandalorian woman's breasts. "Just accept his love and power, and you'll become a part of something greater."

"F-Fuck yoUUUU!" Rahab squealed as Kyuubi slammed into her one last time, before cumming deep inside of her. Rahab's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she came with him, her love fluids mixing with his.

As the dark skinned Mandalorian's large chest heaved up and down from bliss and exhaustion, the other two women couldn't help but feel aroused at the sight of their friend getting bred.

"Well? Do you want to start being helpful?" Kyuubi asked. No answer. Turns out that the last orgasm was too much for her, making her pass out on the spot.

"Shall I wake her?" Talon purred.

"No need," Darth Kyuubi waved her off. "Now, on to the next one…"

He pointed at Koska, making her eyes widen.

"Don't you dare-" she growled, before she was shut up with a quick Force Choke, courtesy of Talon. Dragging her in front of him, Koska attempted to kick him in the shins, only to block her leg strike with his arm.

"Ah ah ah~" Darth Kyuubi shook his head, wagging his finger. "I've tried to be civil, and yet you decided to barge into my ship and try to steal my things. I think that deserves a little...punishment."

Koska Reeves then let out a scream as he unleashed his Force Lightning directly into her body. Her screams quickly turned into confused and pained moans as she realized that it wasn't as strong as it was the first time.

"Only fools use power that they can't control," Kyuubi murmured. "That's why I will succeed. I know how to win, I know how to succeed. That's why you'll either work with me or work for me."

His hand crept up to her medium sized breasts, and he sent pulses of Force Lightning through his palms into her flesh. Koska threw her head back, hitting it against the cold, metal floor as paralyzing bliss flooded her body.

*SQUIRT!* *SQUIRT!*

Much to his surprise, her modest breasts shot out a stream of milk, tainting his mask. If he was angered by this unnatural bodily reaction, he did a fantastic job of not showing it.

"Hmm... that's new," he chuckled. "Perhaps this one was still a mother. Or perhaps I've stimulated a certain part of a woman's life. Ah, no matter…"

Seeing Koska weakened encouraged him to continue in his conquest. His tip managed to push through her folds when she managed to snap out of her daze.

"No, wait-KYA!" she yelped as his cock suddenly slammed into her. Feeling her sex betray her as it wrapped around his meat-saber greedily, she gritted her teeth as she involuntarily came.

"Y-You bastARD!" she yelped as he quickened his pace. The tip of his head was battering against the entrance to her womb, with each bash bringing her back to the edge of orgasm.

"You sure you don't want to serve my master?" Talon purred as she leisurely held onto her limp limbs. "This will be just one of many rewards for your loyalty."

"W-We Mandalorians will never bow to-MMF!" Koska's words were cut off as Talon suddenly shoved her mouth onto hers, her long red tongue quickly overtaking hers. Her eyes widened as she struggled to fend Talon's off, but she could already feel her energy and willpower leaving her, reducing her warrior mind into a dazed, clouded one that only sought for immediate pleasure…

Her eyes began rolling to the back of her head as she began running out of oxygen, prompting Talon to reluctantly pull herself off of her. Staring into Koska's dazed, half-awake mind, Talon winked at Kyuubi, prompting him to nod. His hand crawled over the female warrior's face as he thrusted into her for the final time.

Koska's eyes widened momentarily as she came, her hips twitching as her back arched. Her eyes, which were full of fear, confusion, and panic, quickly turned murky again as they were replaced with bliss.

Meanwhile, Ursa was struggling to free herself from her bonds, but found that she couldn't leave the room, nor could she try to break her cuffs off.

I must get out of here! She thought as she frantically slammed her cuffed hands against a metal box. I must not let this filth taint my body-

Her face lightened up as the cuffs finally broke off of her. They clattered to her naked feet, prompting the two Siths to look at her.

They stared at each other for a moment, before Ursa bolted. Running towards the masked Sith, she raised her fists to deliver a punch that she knew she would never land.

Just before the fist could connect with the man's neck, she froze. Frowning, she let out a grunt as she tried to move her fist to drive it into this mans neck, but she found herself to be completely paralyzed.

"C-Coward," she gritted her teeth. "Can't fight me without your special powers."

"Hmm…" Darth Kyuubi hummed at this, stroking the chin of his helmet. "I see...how about a wager?"

He lazily flicked his finger, and she gently floated to the opposite side of the room. Her naked rear kissed the cold wall, and she shivered. It was then that she realized that she could move again.

"How about this: You beat me in a fist fight, fair and square, and I'll let you and your friends go. Lose, and, well...you'll join me. Deal? Warrior's honor, or whatever?"

Ursa Wren glared at the Sith, lightly blushing at how his cock was shamelessly still hanging out of his pants, before she nodded.

"Splendid." It was then that he shed the rest of his clothes, putting aside his robes, shirt, and pants. This left him with his helmet on, which he eventually took off as well.

Ursa flinched at the sight. Sure, the man was handsome, with his strange, whiskered scars, his rugged, messy blond hair, and with his white, sharp teeth, but it was the eyes that threw her off.

"Funny, I thought the stories told of your kind having glowing yellow eyes," Ursa noted as they began circling each other.

"You'll find me to be a special case," Kyuubi replied, his voice like poisoned honey. "I'm much stronger than those pathetic adrenaline junkies."

Ursa let out a yell as she ran towards him. Throwing a punch, she missed as he leapt to the side.

SMACK!

Ursa let out a gasp/gag as he slammed a fist into her gut. Gritting her teeth, she allowed herself to fall as she suddenly executed a spin kick.

"Tchk!" Kyuubi hissed as he barely managed to dodge the attack. Her heel managed to graze his naked shin, which hurt.

"HYAH!" Ursa swung her leg at him, forcing him to duck the high kick. His eyes went to her exposed crotch, making him whistle in admiration, before he punched the back of her knee.

The Mandalorian woman fell over, and the whiskered Sith pounced on her. She shrieked, punching and kneeing him as hard as she could, but if he felt the pain, he seemed to be simply drinking it in, allowing it to fuel him as his grip on her tightened even harder.

Her cheeks flushed as she felt something hard and soft graze her thighs. She didn't have to look downward to know that it was his man thing-

Ursa's eyes widened as she got an idea.

"Okay, okay, you win!" she breathed, making him pause. "Just...please be gentle…"

He smirked as he began to angle his cock to penetrate her sacred area.

"Gotcha!" Ursa yelled as she slammed her knee diagonally into his crotch.

SLAM!

Ursa cursed. She tasted metal. Stars winking in her vision, she struggled to figure out what just happened.

"Very...clever," the Sith above her hissed slowly. Her vision slowly clearing up, she realized that in horror, her little cheap shot hadn't worked the way she wanted to. His eyes glowing with pain and anger, he struggled to keep his breath steady as one of his hands protectively cupped his sore testicles.

His other hand was clenched, high up in the air, covered in a small amount of blood.

SLAM!

Even in her now further dazed state, she knew that he struck her again, her skull bouncing off the metal floor with a loud CLANG!

"But it's like I told you- I'm a very special case." His eyes seemed to ripple and glow with power and hatred as he finally raised his hand from his crotch. Much to her horror, whatever damage she might've done was reversed, with his cock now back at full staff.

"Now...choose." Whatever mirth that was left in his voice disappeared as he summoned his weapon. Igniting it, she stared at the red and black plasma blade in both horror and wonder as it grew closer to her neck. "Death...or servitude."

For a moment, she seriously considered death. It was, after all, a much better fate than what he had in mind. On the other hand…

She glanced at her two remaining companions. They had tried their hardest too, and yet, they didn't quit. Plus...she still had her family back home…

"I...yield," she sighed, her muscles relaxing in defeat. A tear rolled down her eye as she said this.

"Good~" the Sith above her grinned, before pushing his will into her. She gritted her teeth as his dick pushed through her tight walls.

Shit, why did it have to feel so good? Ursa cursed at herself. Due to her duties as leader of Clan Wren, the last time she had sex, it was the night her daughter was conceived. Whatever damage her husband did to her vagina had long been recovered, making her as tight as a virgin.

She wished for her husband to feel her warmth and tightness again, and had even planned on throwing herself onto him after this patrol mission, and now that was ruined by this...monster who was raping her.

She bit her tongue in an effort to hold back a squeak of pain and pleasure. Despite her strong mind, her body betrayed her by beginning to embrace this new being.

"Hm, I see your husband hasn't fucked you in a while~" the blond Sith grinned, before pinching her nipples.

"S-Shut up," she bit back, trying to look away from his alluring, red slitted eyes. "W-We've been busy with our duties-"

"Doing what?" Kyuubi grunted, thrusting in and out of the Mandalorian Heiress. "You clans are foolishly divided by jealousy, greed, or whatever other sins justifies your endless wars. Aside from training, restocking, and preparing, you should not be that busy to not spend time with your family, unless…"

His fingers crept over her forehead, and his grin widened even further.

"Ahhh, so Death Watch still lives, huh?" the Sith Lord seemed amused at this. "Looks like you folks can get along after all."

Ursa bit her lip, but said nothing to deny this.

"Well well well, looks like today is my lucky day after all," he grunted as he thrusted into her one last time. Her eyes widened as she felt his hot seed pour into her, invading her sacred spot that she had only given to her husband.

"Did you just cum in me?" Ursa snarled, the fire returning in her eyes. "How dare you-EEP!"

Before she could have a chance to properly snap at him, he shoved his fingers deep inside her used cunt.

"What are you-?" she started, but then widened her eyes as she realized too late what was going to happen. "NO-!"

CCCCCCCCHHHHHHHK!

Ursa let out a scream as Kyuubi sent out a weak pulse of Force Lightning into her pussy. While it wasn't as potent as it was before, it was still pure electricity invading the most sensitive part of her body. Letting out a shriek, her back arched backwards as she came like a broken fountain.

Pure pain. Pure pleasure. Pure ecstasy. That was the only thinking she could think of as the lightning reached her brain. Grinning like a madwoman, her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as she came nonstop.

"Wow, she must be quite pent-up~" Talon purred, enjoying the look of mad ecstasy on her face.

It was a full minute before Kyuubi mercifully stopped the torture of pleasure. The minute he pulled his soaked fingers out from her snatch, she finally slumped downwards, twitching a little. Foam and drool leaked out of her mouth as she let out small pants of laughter.

"Ursa Wren? Come in, Ursa?" Kyuubi playfully waved his hand above her ahegaoed face. She didn't show any signs of consciousness, especially when her fluids fell onto her fair skin.

"Well then, don't mind if I do…" He pressed his hand over her head, and channeled his will into her. Her eyes widened once, before her body slumped over.

"Hmm, I see…" Kyuubi stroked his naked chin. It was beginning to sport a thin beard, making him over if he should shave it or not. "So after Death Watch tricked the Jedi into doing their dirty work, they've been in hiding ever since, building up their numbers."

"Yes…" Ursa Wren flinched as his fingers flicked at her clit again. "We are attempting to try to recruit the other clans under Pre Vizsla's rule so that Mandalore can finally be unified. However, even with the Darksaber in his hands, many refuse to accept his rule."

"Interesting…" the Sith Lord purred, ignoring the big, tittied tomboy Mandalorian woman who was giving him a titfuck while Koska ate her out. The said tomboy woman's eyes twitched underneath her messy hair at being ignored, and doubled her efforts to make him cum. "Last I've checked, a certain armor was needed to be the rightful ruler of Mandalore. I suppose with that armor being lost, I suppose the lightsaber from the first Mandalorian Jedi became its replacement."

Summoning his own lightsaber, he ignited it, his sword emitting its red and black light.

"Tell me, what happens if I happen to obtain both?"

Ursa swallowed at the idea, a sweat running down her head.

"Then all of Mandalore would follow you."

"Interesting…" Darth Kyuubi smirked as he pushed down Rahab's head, making her choke on his cock. "Very interesting indeed…"

In the pilot seat, Darth Talon twitched at the sounds of those Mandalorian whores moaning. Her legs rubbed together, already missing its master's cock.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a large, white planet appeared into view. She smirked.

They had made it to Krownest, the home of Clan Wren.

- End of Chapter 3 -