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Ebon Hawk - Cockpit
"We've been lucky so far, but from what I know of luck, it doesn't last forever. The place we're headed to now is far more dangerous than the other planets combined." Carth anxiously cricked his neck, his hands trying to keep steady as he handled the Ebon Hawk's controls. Korriban was their next destination, a planet well-known for being the Sith home world. Where Kashyyyk and Manaan had been worlds teeming with life, Korriban was the complete opposite, devoid of everything beyond the darkness of the Sith Academy, along with the burial of the long dead Sith that once ruled. "If you want me to go with you, then fine, but you won't see me jumping at the chance to join you in scouring that haunted space rock."
Vanar, hiding his smirk behind an open palm, goaded the Republic officer, "Why, Carth, and here I thought you weren't scared of anything."
"I'm a soldier first, Vanar, and fear has kept me alive this long. Besides, unlike the two of you," Carth motioned to Vanar and Bastila, "I don't have magic space powers. Just two hands, two feet, and two blasters." His grip tightened, frown darkening, "I've heard stories about Korriban. The way you feel when you're walking on its corrupted soil, as if the ghosts of the Sith are watching you, thinking of ways they could have tortured you when they were alive. Men even stronger than me have been there, but they always came back frothing at the mouth, terrified of what they saw down there…and those were the lucky ones that actually made it back at all."
Vanar could tell how serious Carth was being, wiping the earlier smirk he had away. It was strange, but strangely he could feel a sense of familiarity from Korriban's dark energy, calling to him like a mother yelling for their child to come home. He turned to Bastila and didn't need their Force bond to tell that she was just as terrified, even if she did a better job masking it externally than Carth. A part of him wanted to reach out, to grab her hand and whisper to her that everything would be okay, but with Carth so close, and with Juhani and Jolee on the ship, they couldn't take the risk of showing each other any affection. The adept Jedi tried to read her thoughts, but for some reason she was clouding her mind, making it impossible for him to sense what she was thinking.
'Even from all the way inside this ship, I can already feel Korriban's dark energy. Can Rev-…Vanar sense it too?' Surely he had to, even a novice would have been able to feel this insane wave of dark side energy. Without a doubt, Korriban would be their toughest trek yet, testing the mental fortitude of every Jedi on board. Juhani for sure could not go with Vanar since she was still struggling with her earlier past tied to the dark side. Jolee was a possibility, but the cranky old man seemed to know a little too much than what he let on, taking a vested, personal interest in Vanar, which worried her. As for the others, there was no way they could protect Vanar if the enemy got wind of what they were doing there, especially against an entire academy full of Sith. 'Then it appears I have no choice…'
"I will go with you, Vanar." Bastila spoke up, trying her best to hide her shaking palms by holding them behind her back.
"What?! Bastila, have you gone insane?! Everybody in the Sith empire knows who you are and would either kill you or capture you to send you off to Malak to be turned to the dark side. No way, it's too risky, you can't go." Carth shook his head, showing his disapproval.
"While I do appreciate your worry, Carth, it is misplaced. There are plenty of ways to disguise oneself and I surely doubt that every single person on Korriban knows what I look like or sound like. We have dozens of Sith assassin robes that Vanar, for some odd reason, sought to take it upon himself to strip them of everything they had from their corpses." This time it was Bastila's turn to shoot a disappointed stare, pointing towards a shrugging Vanar.
"What? It would have been even more reckless to just leave dead bodies holding lightsabers and credits lying there. As if the dead could get any use of those items any longer." Vanar remarked coldly.
'The way he speaks…it's just like back then. When I faced him back on his ship before Malak tried killing us all.' Vanar needed her there, by his side guiding him towards the light. Every time she was apart from him, those darker impulses reared their ugly heads. "I'm going and neither of you can convince me otherwise." Once she was done speaking, Bastila turned from the two men and exited the cockpit to change before they arrived on Korriban.
"Juhani, a word, please?" After the discussion was finished in the cockpit, Vanar went looking for the Cathar jedi. Since the Sith home world was their next destination, a planet wrought with chaotic dark side energy, he thought it prudent to speak with someone who knew the dark side of the force intimately. As always, she was meditating in the small storage room by the main hold and he waited until she was done before entering.
Juhani slowly opened her eyes, showing her bright, yellow eyes to Vanar as she raised her head. "But of course, please come in." She then stood up from the ground. "I figured that you would want to speak with me before heading onto Korriban. Even from all the out here, in the recesses of space, I can still feel the pull to the dark side, beckoning to me. You can feel it too, yes?"
Vanar nodded gravely. "Yes, I can. I thought I knew what the dark side was when I fought you, but this is…this is something else entirely." He held his head, feeling an odd pounding pain deep inside, as if something was trying to break free from his mind.
"Do not listen to it. Pay it no mind. For every second spent wondering about the temptations of the dark side will only bring you closer to joining with it." Juhani explained, trying her best to instill the wisdom she had gained from her dance with the dark side. "Believe me when I say, do not underestimate the allure that the dark side holds. At first, it will just be a whisper, tempting you with promises of unlimited power, but later it will turn into something much louder, like a rancor's scream. Do not fall prey to the dark side's trap, Vanar, I beg this of you. Bastila would never be able to forgive herself if such a thing came to pass, this I can sense."
'So I should just be afraid of the dark side, like the rest of the Jedi? No…no that doesn't sound right.' Vanar's brow knitted as he thought to himself. It was odd but he didn't feel afraid when tapping into the dark side. He didn't understand it at all, but it was as if he called upon it reflexively, like almost an instinct. It was so easy. So simple that it was almost scary. 'Then there are those dreams of Bastila fighting Revan. What could they possibly mean?' Vanar's head throbbed with pain, something that had become a constant whenever he thought of those strange dreams. "Thank you, Juhani. I will reflect on your words."
"Of course, my friend. Please be safe and may the Force be with you."
On the other side of the ship, there was another exchange between the other two jedi that roamed the Ebon Hawk. Jolee scratched his gray beard cantankerously as he walked out of his room, bumping into Bastila. "Oh, excuse me, Bastila. You'll have to forgive me, this damned old age is starting to take my eyes. First the hair and now the sight, what else will come next? Can't it take away something else, like this crick in my back?"
Bastila, having been in lost in her thoughts, quickly bowed towards the aged jedi. "No, how foolish of me, the fault is with me. I should have sensed you coming and moved out of the way."
"Hmm, then why didn't you? Does it have to do with those crease lines on your forehead? Seems like you have something plaguing your mind. Does it have something to do with a certain Sith-infested planet we're currently heading to?" Jolee knew that he hit his target from the way Bastila's posture jerked. "Yes, Korriban does have a bit of a nasty story attached to it, doesn't it? Your fear is quite justified however. Only a fool would underestimate the temptations of the dark side. Thankfully, you do have a good head on your shoulders, even if it is a bit too rigid."
Bastila frowned at the comment. She was well aware of Jolee's opinion regarding the Jedi order and their uncompromising stance on emotional attachment. 'An opinion I've come to respect after Vanar…but I mustn't reveal my true feelings. Not until I've properly sorted them out.'
"But something tells me that I needn't worry about lecturing you on the ways of love. Passion maybe, if all that moaning and grunting I hear from you two is anything to go by." Jolee jabbed playfully, grinning from Bastila's flummoxed expression.
"W-What?! I-I have no possible idea what you could possibly mean!" Bastila made sure to keep her voice low in case anyone else was listening in.
"I may be old, Bastila, but I'm not senile. To be honest, I'm glad that young'uns like you aren't following the strict dogma that the Jedi tries to instill upon the youth." Jolee grunted. "Emotions are meant to be explored, not feared. Passion might lead you to trouble, but love…love will always save you. I'm sure those are feelings that you're currently grappling with."
"Jolee, I assure you that-"
"Just stop, would you? This little charade is embarrassing for both of us. Look, I'm not here to cast judgement on you and I'm certainly not about to run off and blab to the council about what you or our resident amnesiac get up to whenever you think everybody is asleep." Jolee turned to walk back into his room, giving Bastila one last teasing grin. "Just do me a favor from now on, would you try to be a little quieter? And don't let jealousy get in the way of a good time either. I wish somebody would've told me that when I was your age."
Bastila, absolutely mortified by what just happened, was relieved when she heard Carth broadcast that they were entering Korriban's orbit. 'Oh thank the Force…one more second of that and I'm sure that I would have blown a gasket.' Hurriedly, she ran towards the cargo bay to change into whatever spare Sith robes she could find, hoping that there was at least one tasteful bit of clothing amongst the pile.
Korriban
Upon touching down at Korriban's main port, Vanar and Bastila exited the Ebon Hawk, telling the crew to stay inside and out of sight. Like all the other planets, they were forced to pay a docking fee, which was somehow less expensive than Manaan and Kashyyyk combined. 'How is it that the Sith, the people trying to conquer and enslave the entire galaxy, have cheaper docking fees than the Czerka Corporation ports? It seems pure evil has a new face.' Vanar was trying his best to keep his mind preoccupied, looking anywhere than at Bastila. Out of all the Sith robes, she had to have chosen the one where her chest was visible to the naked eye.
Before exiting the ship, Bastila had made sure to change her hair, letting it all flow downwards instead of being bundled up, and tugged up the black hood that she had also found in the cargo bay to cover her face. The robes were cut down in the middle, like the symbol 'v,' allowing Bastila's sizeable cleavage to be visible. Silver and black braces were attached to her wrists, the same color as the shimmering belt that wrapped around her waist. All of it gave the image of a sexy, powerful, Sith warrior that Bastila captured perfectly with a feral snarl on her face.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Bastila noticed the odd glances that Vanar kept giving her.
"You look good." Vanar replied.
"Vanar, if this is you trying to make fun of me-"
"I'm serious. You look good. You always look good." Vanar smirked, seeing the flustered countenance from Bastila.
"…You're only saying that because it's easier for you to stare at my bosom." Bastila mumbled.
"Should I stop then?" Vanar asked. He received no reply from the blushing jedi, quickly pulling her close to him, digging underneath her dark robes to grab a handful of her breast, and kissed her deeply. There was no bark, no fighting against him as he embraced her, just a quiet passionate moan as Bastila melted into their kiss. "Sorry, but now that we're away from the others, I can finally do anything I want with you without their prying eyes getting in the way."
Bastila's body shivered in excitement from Vanar's words, however the mission had to take priority, even if she wanted nothing more than to drag him to the nearest dark alley to release their sexual tension. "Tempting as that sounds, we have a mission to complete. We need to hurry. Every second we delay, it allows Malak to gain more power and time to use the Star Forge for his own nefarious plans."
"Mmm, I do so love it when you take charge. Very well, lead on, my darling Bast-ahem, I mean, Baila." That was the fake name that they had chosen for Bastila to undertake while she was incognito. As the two rounded the corner, Vanar grabbed her hand, holding it softly around his, and watched as her cheeks turned bright red again. "Should I stop?" He did so love to tease her.
"…Oh just be quiet and keep holding my hand." Bastila was glad that she had a hood on, using it cover the faint smile that stretched across her lips.
The two then spotted four individuals around the corner, one seeming to be a human Sith official, while the others were ordinary people. Two were Twi'leks, one male and the other female, while the other was human. Angrily, the Sith official looked to be reprimanding the three, "No, that is the wrong answer. Again! You pathetic hopefuls can't possibly all be this stupid, can you?"
"P-Please, Master Shaardan! Give us a chance! We'll do anything to get into the academy!" The male Twi'lek begged in his native tongue, getting to his knees in front of the Sith officer.
"Hmph. I'm no master…yet…but I like the sound of that. Alright, one more question, though the lot of you are trying my patience." Officer Shaardan answered, the grip on his lightsaber tightening. "Alright, let's say you become a Sith and your commanding officer. I give you an order to spare the life of an enemy. Do you do it?"
'A trick question obviously. No Sith would ever spare unless it was in their best interests.' Vanar watched the scene unfold from afar, but could feel Bastila's anger start to boil. Though rigid and strict, Bastila had a good heart and wherever they went, no matter where or how dangerous it was, the Jedi always had a habit of helping. It was a charming bit of her personality, even if it was tiresome at times to help out random strangers. "Just wait. We shouldn't interfere. We'd draw too much attention to ourselves." He whispered into Bastila's ear.
"I know…" Vanar could tell by the way she was gritting her teeth that she wasn't happy about it.
"Oh, of course, Shaardan! Anything you command us!" This time it was the female Twi'lek who spoke in perfect Basic.
The human joined in, nodding his head profusely. "Of course! We would never oppose you!"
However, all the subservient answers that they gave only seemed to anger the Sith officer even further. "No, no, no! Do you honestly believe that the Sith are in need of such sniveling cowards? Mercy is a weakness. If your leader shows weakness, it is your duty to kill him and show true authority…true power. That is why the Sith are strong."
"T-Thank you, Shaardan. We, uh…we understand now!" The male Twi'lek agreed, though the damage was already done.
"No, you don't understand. And you probably never will. You wouldn't survive five seconds in the academy. The other students would tear you apart!" Shaardan waved his lightsaber in the air, frightening the three hopefuls as they cowered in place. "Bah! I can't be bothered with fools! Perhaps I should…hmmm…" He silently turned his head, finally having noticed the two onlookers whose hands were linked together. "Interesting, a Jedi couple? Oh great, another pair of hopeless romantics come to scurry away to the Sith…oh well, you two at least seem powerful enough to hold your own. You!" He pointed to Vanar. "You're looking to get into the academy, are you not? Of course you are, why else would you be here?"
"Definitely not for the hospitality…" Bastila mumbled lowly, her hand twitching in air, hovering a few inches away from her lightsaber.
Unaware of the quiet jab, Shaardan went on, "Let me pose a question to you. These hopefuls will never survive in the academy. A lesson must be taught here, but I am at a loss as to what form it should take."
"Maybe you should keep prattling on to them. That in and of itself seems like punishment enough." Bastila answered dully.
"I wasn't talking to you!" Shaardan growled. Turning his head back to Vanar, he continued, "I'm thinking to spare them the effort of being killed and do it myself. Perhaps I shall turn their skin inside out? Or maybe fry their innards with Force Lightning? It is a most impressive display, I grant you. Or perhaps a bit of humiliation is in order? I could easily strip off their tunics and make them run though the colony, naked as the day they sadly came into this galaxy. Or they could lose all control of their bodily functions…" He chuckled maniacally to himself. "What do you think? I just can't seem to decide."
Vanar, having let go of Bastila's hand, crossed his arms together. "Help the outsider out here because I'm a bit confused. What did they do to anger you this badly?"
"Please, we didn't do anything wrong! Help us!" The human cried out pleadingly.
"Silence before I rip your heart from your chest!" Shardaan screamed at him. "It's not what they did so much as what they didn't do…which is prove themselves worthy. That is what a Sith hopeful is supposed to do, show that they are capable of becoming a true Sith warrior. Ugh, I'm exhausted from dealing with all their mewlings…how Yuthara does this on a daily basis, I will never understand. So, just decide for me, would you?"
"Vanar…" Bastila looked to him, pleading with him to do something, anything to help them.
"I know…I know." Vanar raised a hand in the air, waving it in the direction of the Sith officer. "You want to let them go." Force persuasion had been a handy trick on their travels and he could sense that this official's mind was pathetically weak for someone calling themselves a Sith. It was easy to manipulate him into doing what he wanted…so natural.
It was a success of course, seeing Shaardan's eyes blink sleepily. "I…want to let them go. Yes, that's right. They're…not worth my time…" As soon as he said that, the trio ran off in separate directions as fast as they could. "My head…what was that? I feel like…hmph. Ugh, all these Sith hopefuls make my head hurt. I need to go lie down…find Yuthura. She can take over…finding more Sith hopefuls…cantina…ugh…" He then slovenly walked out of the room, holding his head between his hands as he did so.
Bastila sighed in relief. "Good, you helped them. And you did so without any bloodshed, even better."
"You say that as if you're surprised." Vanar frowned. "Were you expecting me to just let them die?"
"N-No, of course not, I just meant…forgive me, Vanar. I meant no disrespect." Bastila held her tongue, lowering her head to mask the shame that was etched across it. 'I cannot tell him. I swore an oath to the Council. No matter my feelings, I cannot break this oath.'
Again, Vanar could feel Bastila closing her mind off to him. This had become more frequent as of late and he couldn't understand why. Had he done something wrong? He had helped those three people, even if they didn't have the decency to thank either of them as they ran by. There was no use in trying to ask her either, since every time he tried she would always dodge the question. "I heard him mention someone important before he left. Yuthura? Maybe she knows someway to get into the academy?"
Bastila, shaken out of her thoughts, quickly nodded. "R-Right, I heard the same as well. I think he said something about the cantina. So we should go and check."
After that, the two spoke to some nearby port officials, asking where the cantina was. Along the way, they overheard more talk about what exactly a Sith hopeful was. Apparently it was a term associated with individuals who tried to gain entrance into the Sith academy. Only if a teacher at the academy regards you positively, then can you hope to become a part of their Sith enclave. Yuthura Ban, a Sith official that taught at said academy, was one who made the final decisions. The purple-skinned Twi'lek was in the corner of the cantina, where the bartender had told them was her special, isolated corner. When Vanar walked up to her, with Bastila in tow, Yuthura raised her head from her drink, drolly glaring towards the pair.
"Is there something you need, Jedi? Make it good, for I have little patience." Yuthura eyed the two up and down. Their powers were definitely not meek in the slightest that was for sure and they had seen many a battle if their stances were of any merit. "I can tell by your face that you're surprised. You are far from the first Jedi who has come here, after all, willing to abandon that decrepit order of yours. Is it your desire, then, to train at the academy? Do you wish to become a Sith, human?" The posture of the female human changed significantly, glancing worriedly towards the male.
Vanar nodded, playing along with the ruse that him and his party had agreed upon back on the Ebon Hawk. Him and Bastila would feign their disloyalty towards the Jedi, coming to Korriban as rogue abandoners to seek refuge with the Sith. "Yes, that is why we have come. To become Sith."
"Ahhh, so you are just another hopeful after all…or are you?" Yuthura squinted her eyes towards him. "There is something odd about you that I cannot place…Obviously you are a Jedi. One who is very strong in the Force it seems. But I sense something…something dark and twisted. Were you part of the order very long? Did they train you?" Once more there was a worried glance from the female. How intriguing. She too had a strength in the Force that surpassed even some of the Sith elites back at the academy. But the male human…his power was something special.
Vanar did not want to give too much away, especially to an enemy. "What difference does it make?" It was always best to keep your enemy guessing, only revealing as much information as needed.
"Perhaps none. Perhaps all the difference in the world. Either way, you possess enough raw strength to intrigue me greatly." Yuthura's lips twisted into a wicked smirk, walking closer towards the male. She sensed jealous fury emanate from the woman close to him, which made her grin grow larger. Pressing a hand onto his broad shoulder, the Twi'lek caressed it flirtatiously. "With that kind of power, you could become a great Sith. Perhaps…if I let you. Does that interest you?"
Without hesitation, Vanar agreed. "Yes, it does. I wish to ally with the Sith and bring the Republic to its knees." The words came easy to him, like they were normal, like he had said something similar in the past. Yuthura seemed to enjoy his answer if her malicious smile was of any indication.
"Ah, good. Exactly the sort of answer I was hoping for. I will take you to the academy and we shall see if you are ready to join the ranks of the Sith. I have only one other question…" Yuthura then turned her attention to the human woman. "This…companion of yours? They will not be coming with you, I presume?"
Before Vanar could speak, Bastila bowed low in front of Vanar. "This man is my master, wherever he goes, I must follow. I am nothing but a humble Jedi, fallen low due to his immoral machinations." Digging underneath her robes, she pulled out the familiar chains of the Twi'lek slave attire back on the Ebon Hawk. Quickly, Bastila snapped on the chain collar around her neck, offering the leash towards Vanar. "All I do is for my master's pleasure. Without me, he will be plagued with ravenous lust, of which only I am capable of quenching." She made sure to place emphasis on the part about herself.
Vanar, astonished by the sudden deceit from Bastila, something of which she had failed to mention to him, reached forward and took the leash from her. "What she says is true. She is my slave, nothing more."
"And you continue to intrigue me further…"
"Vanar."
"Mmhmm, yes, Vanar. A strong name. It's been a while since I've seen a warrior like yourself manipulate a Jedi into becoming their loyal concubine. You are a candidate that I will be keeping a very…very close eye on." Yuthura chuckled playfully, ignoring the heated glare that came from Bastila. "Very well then. I will take you to the academy and introduce you to Master Uthar, leader of the Sith academy. Keep close and be sure to keep your slave close. Many of the men in the academy don't have slaves to keep their beds warm and will surely look to kill you to take her for their own."
'They can damn well try…but if any even looks at me funny, I'll cut them in half.' Bastila thought, ruefully glaring at Yuthura as they followed her out of the cantina.
Sith Academy
"It seems that Master Uthar is interested in you as well, Vanar. It's been a while since I've seen his eyes twinkle with intrigue." Yuthura remarked as she led the pair deeper into the academy. "Do try not to lose yourself here. This place was built in the shape of a maze, and we often lose newcomers that think they can join our ranks. Often we'll find their dead bodies stuffed somewhere, no doubt by the other students who wanted a leg up on the competition. I do so hope that you won't be one of the cadavers we find, Vanar. Such a handsome face isn't fit to be cold and lifeless." She stopped in the middle of one of the corridors. "To the left of here will be your room. There are no walls so don't expect any privacy. Lucky for you, the owner of the other room next to yours was recently found dead. Fried from the inside out, I believe."
"Who… would do such a thing?" Bastila could hardly stomach the waves of depravity that she felt coming from this evil academy.
"Does it matter? He was weak and now he is dead." Yuthura answered coldly towards her before switching back to her normal flirtatious self to Vanar. "Perhaps I should switch my quarters to be closer to my favorite new hopeful. You know…just in case you feel lonely in this scary academy and your slave can't satisfy your urges."
Vanar, due to their shared connection, could practically feel Bastila's bloodlust seeping out of every pore of her body. "The offer is…appreciated, Master Yuthura. However, I would hate to trouble you any further than I already have today. Now if you don't mind, the travel has been a long and arduous one and I think rest is needed before the trials begin tomorrow." That seemed to calm down Bastila, if only a tiny bit. He could tell that he displeased Yuthura by his rebuff of her advances, but she quickly hid it with her usual smirk.
"Very well. It matters not since we'll no doubt be spending quite a bit of time together during your time here at the academy." Yuthura turned to walk away, winking towards Vanar before finishing, "I'll keep a candle lit in case you change your mind…Vanar."
Once Yuthura was gone, before Vanar could say anything, he was pulled forcibly into a kiss. Bastila's lips overshadowed his, her tongue angrily rolling against his. Her breasts mashed against his chest as he brought her closer, holding her hips while their passionate kiss continued. "Take off your clothes." Bastila ordered, breaking apart from their embrace. 'I will not let that woman claim what is mine. She will not be the final thing Vanar thinks about before drifting off to sleep.'
"Wait, aren't I supposed to be the master? So shouldn't I be the one telling you to-"
"Take. Off. Your. Clothes. NOW."
Vanar didn't say a word, rapidly taking off his layers one by one until he was bare in front of the Jedi padawan. She did the same, throwing her clothes on top of his, and threw herself onto him. All that was left on her naked body were her chains, reminding him of her subservience to him. They rattled as she jumped into his arms, the cold metal causing his skin to shiver. He caught her easily, holding her up by gripping her rear. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her womanhood dripping and eager against his member, while her kisses were filled with a ravenous hunger. The moment he thrust inside of her, it felt normal, it felt right, it felt…good.
"Say my name." Bastila whispered between kisses.
"Baila-"
"My real name. I want to hear you say it."
"Bastila…you feel tighter than normal." He knew why, but he it would have been a death sentence if he mentioned why. She chuckled in his ear, nibbling it playfully, the complete anti-thesis of her normal, serious demeanor. Only when it was just the two of them did Vanar get to see the human side of Bastila. The side he had come to adore, to cherish…dare he think…to love. "At this rate, you'll make me cum in no time."
"Good. My womb has been aching for your seed." Bastila licked his cheek, moaning in between his virile thrusts. "Yesssss…that's it. Go harder, use your slave's body!" She jumped, suddenly feeling one of Vanar's fingers teasing her sphincter. "Mmm, already eager for my other hole, master?" The way his cock throbbed when she asked was all the answer she needed. "Mmmm~!" The padawan cooed as his fingertip inserted itself into her asshole, rotating around and around, while his manhood spread her folds further apart with every vibrant thrust. She felt her chain collar tighten against her neck, choking her slightly, as Vanar lifted it with his Force powers. "Yesss…yessss more!" Bastila pleaded, salivating in deep pleasure.
With every party member that joined their squad, it made it that much more difficult for both of them to make time for each other. Privacy wasn't affordable with a large crew like they had gained. But it did make the thrill of potentially being caught heighten dramatically. Vanar raised her higher, clasping his mouth around her left nipple, as he ground his hips harder against her. His teeth teasingly rubbed against her nub while he sucked away at her breast, listening to her mewls of delight with amusement. 'Oh, how I've missed this.' Vanar thought, holding Bastila closer to him.
"Cum…cum…I'm so close." Bastila managed to choke out, sweat dripping down her body as she spoke.
"Tell me you want me to cum inside you."
"P-Please, master…I want your…cum in me. I want to feel the warmth of your semen inside my womb when I drift to sleep, please!"
"Is that what you want, huh? You cheeky slave!" His arousal was reaching his peak from their roleplay. Nothing could match a subservient Bastila, especially one that was flirting with the dark side. Vanar could feel it all around him, like a maelstrom of chaotic energy, swirling around this entire academy. But the oddest part was…that he wasn't afraid. No…if anything, he was excited. Invigorated to be standing on the grounds of the ancient Sith. Once more, he used the Force to pull Bastila by her chained collar, kissing her deeply, as he reached his peak, ejaculating into her with a powerful torrent of sperm. He heard her juices squirt from her womanhood as he came inside, puddling beneath his feet while continued pounding into her.
"You were right about one thing, Bastila…you're the only one who is truly capable of satisfying me." Vanar whispered softly, kissing her blushing cheek affectionately.
Bastila, full of Vanar's seed, didn't respond, or rather couldn't, as her mind and body were far more preoccupied in wringing every droplet of semen from his cock. 'I won't leave an ounce of cum for her, that Twi'lek harlot. Vanar belongs to me. Only I can satisfy him…and I'm going to remind him of that all night long…'