World's Worst Sith Master, Chapter 8
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I spent the trip back to Korriban mostly buried inside Udhara - either in her mouth, ass, or pussy, or else being held by my buxom sex slave as my flaccid cock failed to recover. She definitely was trying to keep me perpetually aroused, in a perpetual state of sexual desire and need. Of course, I had to eat - so did Udhara, for that matter - so we did sometimes leave the confines of her or my quarters to grab a bite.

Whenever Darth Rakali decided to drag me off to practice, I had to practice, no matter how exhausted I was from fucking Udhara silly. Indeed, it started to seem to me that she would specifically pluck me out for training exactly when I was most tired, dragging me into the training room bodily and beginning to beat on me as I struggled to get my legs working properly. The training sessions were brutal, and I tried to compensate by making Udhara do most of the work: her riding me, or sucking me off, for example. It worked better than nothing, but it certainly wasn't enough to prevent me from trying to fight Darth Rakali with jelly-legs over and over again.

I did lose out on the pleasantness of Linea's wakeup blowjobs, but I found I didn't mind too much, in the end. After all, I got wakeup blowjobs from a lusty, desperate Udhara instead, who was always happy to do whatever I told her if it would get me off that little bit quicker, her drool slobbering out of her mouth in copious quantities as she stared at me with bedroom eyes, smoldering with lust, pleading for me to come as fast and as hard as I possibly could.

When we finally arrived back on Korriban, I was blessed with Darth Rakali choosing to depart the Solace and Refuge to do whatever it is she did - as a corollary, I could fuck Udhara however I wanted, which is exactly what I did. I could feel Linea's desire spike as she masturbated occasionally, but I just sated the consequent lust on Udhara. I was still a bit annoyed at her for trying to stop me from getting Udhara, after all, and the girl herself didn't want me to go bother with Linea, offering to do whatever I wanted in exchange for me keeping my attention on her.

It was only after one particularly exhausting session, it taking a full hour for my body to actually offer its final orgasm, Udhara getting pulsed with constant waves of pleasure from her control device simultaneously, that I was given a respite - the woman in question just passed out in bliss, lying there, dead to the world, a tangle of limbs and lekku. I got myself dressed and decided to head off onto Korriban, since there wasn't too much to do on the ship. Maybe play video games with Linea, I suppose, but I could do that anywhere.

I decided to meet up with Xig, finding him (eventually) in the training area, practicing with a grim determination as he squared off against a training robot. He jerked in surprise as he noticed me, doing a double-take - and promptly got smacked in the head by the training robot's training saber, almost falling over. I quickly stepped in, but I was still pretty exhausted from Udhara, and it was only with Xig's help that we managed to 'complete the training program' and make the damn thing stop trying to beat the shit out of us.

He quickly produced a datapad from his knapsack, hurriedly clacking away. [I'm so happy that you're still alive!] Xig said, his mouth parts chittering excitedly as he typed. [I thought that Darth Rakali had killed you, when you didn't come out of the ship! I'm lucky you were just injured!]

"A-ah? Injured?" I asked, more confused than anything else.

[You're weak now, and you didn't come say hello when you got back, so you were injured, right?] Xig asked. His head tilted curiously to one side, his mouthparts shifting awkwardly in confusion. Like a human biting their lip. [Am I wrong? You are being quiet rather than answering.]

"I'm- ah, I wasn't injured," I said. Xig's expression was something like the Xinder equivalent of a frown - the mandibles all drawn up together for a moment, his unblinking eyes staring quietly at me and waiting more information. I felt suddenly awkward about what I'd been doing with Udhara, which made me want to retaliate against the impulse. "I bought a sex slave, and-"

He immediately let out a loud whistling noise, the equivalent of a scream, his hands going up to his antennae, grasping one in either hand, presumably stilling it. He began to click with his mandibles frantically, saying things that I couldn't catch, and I was reminded that he really didn't like hearing about sex. I let out a small laugh of self-derision, and raised my hands in submission. He raised his hands from his antennae, quickly clacking on his datapad. [I don't want to hear about sex things!]

"Well... I got distracted by them," I told him. "And that's why I was late," I said. "And why I'm a little-"

"SKREEEEEE!" he interrupted, loudly, and I dutifully stopped. [Yeesh! I'm sorry! I didn't realize it was a biological reason!] He proclaimed, chittering in annoyance - the equivalent of muttering under his breath, and definitely not clearly enough for me to understand anything. [I'm glad you are okay. I thought that Darth Rakali had killed you!]

I did feel somewhat guilty at that comment - I hadn't meant to make him feel that way. I had just gotten completely preoccupied with the feelings of power that I had experienced in that moment. "She didn't," I said, earning a chittering laugh from Xig. "Want to practice your swordplay with me?" I said, trying to make it up to him. I did have a lot of practice, from Darth Rakali, after all. "I'm still a bit soft-legged from something," I said, avoiding mentioning the actual reason.

[Yes! Let's practice!] He put down the datapad, collecting his training saber, and we started to go at it. I had the advantage of real training - he had the advantage of not having legs half made of jelly, struggling to keep him upright. I won the first bout, with a good distance between us, but as my exhaustion grew, the second round became a close call, and on the third, he beat me. At that point, he said we should call it. [I need to go get something to eat anyway.]

"We could eat together," I suggested.

Xig's mandibles wriggled on his face. [You eat dead food. It's disgusting.] He paused. [I think me eating live food is also disgusting to you.]

I thought about it for about one second, then decided I agreed. "Yeah, probably." We went our separate ways.

* * *

When I finally returned to the Solace and Refuge, Udhara was awake and needy, practically pouncing on me the moment I walked aboard. "Master," she said, her voice husky. "I missed you, Master. I hope you missed me, too," she said, her eyelashes fluttering. She had to lean forward to get at eye level with me, and that was her consistent choice, revealing copious amounts of cleavage slenderly fit into the tight top she'd put on. Her collar remained fastened firmly to her neck, the slender thing quietly declaring her to be my property. I probably would have been rock hard, seeing her again like that, but I was only half-erect, because she had drained me so completely, utterly dry earlier that day.

There were a dozen different thoughts that bounced through my head, in response to that statement. Some kind, some cruel. In the end, I decided to settle on honest, even if it wasn't what she wanted to hear. "I was spending time with a friend of mine, I didn't miss you."

Her eyes blinked a few times, her lips unhappily thinning. "I'm here for you whenever you want or need me, Master," she said, at last, clearly wanting more than I was giving her. "I can do whatever it is you need, Master. Can I please touch your cock?" Her words weren't quite as pleading as you might expect - they were needy, sure, but the way she said it, it was more like 'let me touch your cock' than 'may I touch your cock.' The desire had a certain dominant streak to it. An entitlement. I could feel it, beneath the surface, the frustration and annoyance, actually directed at me.

I didn't like it. I had bought her. By her own words, I was treating her much better than she had been, back at the club. But now, she was complaining, whining, with her mouth and her heart, that I wasn't fucking her enough. "No," I said, and she jerked back as if struck.

"Master?" She asked,  hand going to her mouth in concern. There was a tingle of fear in her emotional state, fear that I wouldn't like her any more - no, I realized, after a second. Fear that I wouldn't fuck her any more. "I'm sorry if I've offended you, Master. I'll do anything to make it up to you, please don't punish me."

There was definitely something shockingly tantalizing in those words, in those feelings. My cock was coming back to life. On a base level, I wanted to fuck her again, obviously. She was gorgeous, willing, needy. Even the negative emotions she was currently feeling, the stark fear, were just intoxicating to me. She had been insubordinate, and now she was being punished - there was something truly delicious about that reality, the power it gave me over her. But...

I had spent days on the ship, instead of with Xig. I had ignored Linea, instead of spending time with her. I had just fucked, and fucked, and fucked Udhara, day after day. It didn't matter if or why she wanted me to fuck her that much. I had a life beyond her. "Go to your bedroom," I told her, at last. "I want to spend some time alone."

"I'm sorry, Master," she said, collapsing to her knees, kowtowing in front of me in a moment, her purple forehead pressed against the cool ground. My dick twitched again, at the sight of her lovely rump in that position. "Sorry for offending you, please don't punish me, I'll do anything, Master, anything, any part, any play, any idea you have, no matter what it is!"

"I want to spend some time alone," I repeated to her.

There was a long, dull silence, and at last, her patience and self-control won out over the powerful blend of lust and fear. "Okay, Master," she said, her voice soft as she rose to her feet. "Please forgive me for whatever I did," she said, heading towards her bedroom.

I gave her ass a quick grope. I didn't want her to be completely miserable, but, I did actually need to have a life outside of her.

* * *

I simply stood in front of Linea's room. I had paced. I had thought it through. I had contemplated everything deeply. I had decided what I would say to her - but all that had quickly left my head, as I stood there, like a child outside my parents' bedroom when I'd done something bad. For several long seconds, I stood there, the sliding metal door waiting for me to rap my knuckles against it.

Finally, as if I was moving through water, my hand sluggishly made its way up. I tapped against the cool metal twice, and I could feel the way Linea perked up inside, her emotions a mix of curiosity and anxiety. Her distinctive footfalls - one metal, one flesh - repeated for a couple seconds, until at last the door opened, revealing her standing there in her tank top and sweatpants, staring down at me. Her lips nervously wriggled on her face, unsure quite what emotion she ought to display under the circumstances.

"Sorry," I said, remembering that much of my pre-planned speech. The rest of it floundered and fell apart at that point. "I was mean to you, and I shouldn't have been."

Her shoulders fell at that, any tension leaving her body in a moment as she stared down at me. Her lips curled into a smile, her fingers reaching for my head, running through my dark hair. The familiarity and intimacy of the movement excited me more than Udhara's needy words and feelings had. "It's alright, Soleil," she said. She squatted down so she was at eye level with me, a grin on her lips. "You made a new friend, and you wanted to spend time with her, right?"

I didn't know if that was quite the right way to put it... but on the other hand, it was hard to think of any reason it was wrong. "Yeah," I decided. "Can we play some video games?" I suggested, and she just grinned, big and bright, her fingers ruffling my hair.

"Sure, Soleil, come inside," she said, sitting down inside, handing me a controller and bringing up a game. It was something I hadn't played before: a simple, if confusing, racing game. You had to fly around a thick solar system, filled with planets and other spacecraft and space stations, collecting various tokens in various places to take here or there. There was a map, showing an outline of where everything was, but it was obvious that Linea's superior experience made her capable of easily dominating me.

After three rounds of it, I was starting to get frustrated with the whole situation, and Linea appeared to notice, smiling and leaning over to kiss the top of my head. "Alright, I'll play the next round one-handed," she said. She winked. "And, if you beat me... I'll put it in my mouth again."

The almost smothering lusts of Udhara seemed sharply in contrast to the sudden wave of lewd gregariousness from Linea, and it had me both suddenly excited to play again - and sporting a fresh erection. How could it not? A pretty, nice lady who I liked was offering to suck me off again, and I really liked how she sucked me off.

Of course, she wasn't actually just handing over a victory, something I found out when her 'one-handed' play involved her free hand sliding over to me, peeling down my shorts to reveal my very erect cock. There was a smile on her lips and a certain self-satisfied flutter of her emotions - and a degree of her own arousal, as her fingers began to stroke me. Soft, feminine fingers slid up and down my length, and I just tried my hardest to focus on the game. I wanted to beat her, and get that blowjob she'd promised.

It was nigh-impossible, though. She was actually really good with her hand, her fingers sliding up and down, her thumb teasing the crown of my cock, running along it. A couple times, I wound up crashing into a planet, just because I jerked in pleasure at her skilled touch. Each time I did, I could feel her own mood spike. It wasn't sadistic delight at me losing or anything - it was quiet pride at me getting so aroused that I couldn't play the game well, despite being extremely motivated to do so at the moment.

It took until the second match for me to get even close to beating her. As we were neck and neck in the final stages, though, her hand on my cock became more insistent, furiously pumping up and down my length. I bit my lower lip, straining to make it into the last gate, completing the final run without coming and fucking it up. I wound up repositioning my hand, just gripping the accelerate button as I strained not to accidentally send my ship careening off in a random direction - and the moment I got through the gate, I finally achieved release. Linea responded to my first spurt going wide by just diving for my cock, hurriedly slurping what of it she could get into her mouth, and that excitable energy, that desire to get all my cum... it was intensely arousing. My hands reached down for her head, gripping it, holding it in place, as she held my cockhead just past her lips and let me spray hot cum all over the inside of her mouth.

As I finished out my orgasm, the last few spurts being suckled dry by her hollowed cheeks, I slackened in my chair. There was a certain feeling of unhappiness, as I lay there - I was worried that that had counted as my 'blowjob for winning'. A thin trail of cum stretched across the world, and another brief splatter stained one of Linea's cheeks where she remained, leaned over, lips around my dick. "Is that it?" I breathed out, at last, worried that it really was.

She smiled as she popped off my cock, making a show of swallowing my cum, her throat bobbing as she sent my semen right down into her stomach with obvious relish. "No," she said. "Obviously not, Soleil. That wasn't a proper blowjob - that was a handjob where you got to finish in my mouth," she explained.

I was genuinely happy to hear that, and put the controller to the side, as Linea dutifully slid down in between my thighs, her organic hand soon slipping in between her own legs, starting to masturbate as her lips wrapped around my cockhead. She stared up at me with quiet, bedroom eyes as she began to slowly but surely take my cock to the base, dark hair framing her pretty features as her lips stretched wide to accommodate my cock. It was beautiful, watching her descend, and the various quiet pleasures she was experiencing - pride, intimacy, affection - served to add to my own.

I just reached down for her head, softly stroking her dark hair, fingers moving through the silken dark locks as I leaned back in my chair, groaning faintly under the pressure she was bringing to bear on my cock. It would vanish right down her throat, then she'd peel her way back, her tongue sashaying along it the whole way, making me groan as my length twitched in her mouth. When she popped off my cock, she nuzzled it, rubbing my spit-slick length against her cheek and staring up at me with bedroom eyes as she spoke. "It's good, right, Soleil?"

"It's great," I reassured her, and then she dove right back down my cock again, masturbating all the harder as she sucked. I did my best to keep offering her the words she clearly wanted to hear. "Your mouth feels great, Linea." "I love how you do that." "I like it when you take me to the base and just swallow around it." "I like it when you lick my tip like that, it feels really good." "Your eyes are so beautiful, especially staring up at me like that."

There was a faint flush to her cheek as she worked, both from arousal and from affectionate joy at all the complimentary lines I was giving her. Her pace on my cock got more intense the longer things went on, her head bobbing up and down frantically, her lips sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing. It felt fantastic, and intimate, almost romantic, as she tried to squeeze an orgasm out of me - but I had been nearly sexually exhausted by Udhara earlier, and that bobbing pace of Linea's mouth on my dick, as pleasant as it was, couldn't manage to bring me off for a second time, any time soon.

She noticed as much at some point after she came for the first time. Normally, the pleasant bloom of her orgasm would help send me off and over the edge to my own - not this time, though. Instead, I just squirmed in place, my cock twitching, but no actual orgasm being produced. For me, it was just a pleasant sort of near-miss. For Linea, it was a starting gun that had been fired, demanding that she get me off properly rather than just teasing me, and it drove her to truly manic intensities.

Her mechanical hand gripped my thigh for purchase, and she began to just slam her head up and down my cock, staring up at me all the while, silently pleading for my cum as she did so. Hot breaths occasionally escaped her throat, blowing out over my length, before she'd slam her mouth right back down, filling her throat up with my cock and blocking off her airways for a long moment. It felt fantastic, all the more for the obvious vigor she was working with. Udhara was needy too, but Linea had a need that was more spiritual, interpersonal, intimate, and it felt wonderful to be on the receiving end of it.

When her second orgasm hit her, making her moan in staccato as her throat was repeatedly blocked by my hard cock, I could feel her rising anxiety and concern, her desire to please me now seriously impacted by the obvious reality that she was failing to do so.

"Don't worry, if it takes a while," I panted out, wanting to reassure her, my hand softly running through her hair. "It's not you, it's, because I did it so much earlier, so it'll take a while, and, it's very nice, the way you're doing it." My body was certainly trembling with pleasure as she worked, frenetically pounding her face up and down my cock, relentlessly facefucking herself, saliva and spit flying out of her mouth. "I love it," I groaned, casting my head back, closing my eyes, almost feeling like I could have just come there - but I didn't.

It took a solid hour for her to actually bring me off. In that time, she came five times from her own masturbation - I encouraged her to keep playing with herself, not wanting to be selfish about things. I could understand her thinking she needed to focus more on me, given how long it was taken, but I'd gotten off so much with Udhara that it really wasn't her fault, and she was still trying lots of new (and very pleasant) things as she worked my cock over like that, tongue lashing away, eyes practically glowing with lust. Saliva slithered down her chin, as she just dove down my cock one final time, grinding her face into my pelvis, her nose against my pubic bone, her throat swallowing rapidly around my length. I shivered, jerking, and felt my orgasm rapidly approach.

"It's coming," I gasped out, my hands grabbing the back of Linea's head more on instinct than anything else - not that she minded. She just nodded rapidly around my length, swallowing as rapidly as she could, trying to squeeze my cock dry like that, and I found sweet, sweet release down her throat, groaning and casting my head back, shuddering in place, my whole body twitching as I sat there.

When I was finally completely spent, I let go of her head, and she gingerly peeled her way off my cock, quietly nuzzling it, my sharp red skin tone lewdly contrasting her own pale shade. "It was good, right?" She asked.

"It was great," I told her.

"You weren't faking, just to make me feel better?" She asked. As if in reply, my cock twitched, a single droplet of cum that hadn't quite been ejected being produced from the slit. She smiled at that, leaning forward to lick it up. "I'm glad. I like making you happy, Soleil," she said, gently stroking my thigh with her organic hand, the skin by this point sticky with her own juices.

"I like making you happy too, Linea," I said, panting softly. I licked my lips, staring down at her, and at her lovely body. "Want to play some more video games?"

She smiled brightly at that, rising unsteadily to her feet, her organic leg clearly having gone to sleep at some point. "I think I need to wash my hand, first, but then, sure," she agreed, adjusting her sweatpants as I quietly tucked away my own flagging cock.

We played games for hours, and it was just... fun.

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World's Worst Sith Master, Chapter 6
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My work training Errai was continuing, albeit with great difficulty. Her skills were simply lackluster at best, and although she had brought down the severity and wildness of her swings and attacks, it was still hard to describe them as anything but clumsy. I had to threaten to end the lessons to get her to even try to concentrate on the Force - she seemed to treat claims that it was easier to find with meditation and focus to be some kind of obvious lie. I half-wondered if she was actually Force sensitive at all, given how miserable her attempts to use it were, but I could feel that faint trickle of power that she was drawing on.

Linea continued to give me plenty of loving blowjobs. While I was finding plenty of pleasure in relentlessly chokefucking Errai, enjoying the way she squirmed in response to my harsh treatment of her mouth and threat, the copious amount of kissing, licking, sucking, and simply focus that Linea gave was just... so wonderful it couldn't be described. Even if Darth Rakali had urged me towards Errai, towards the rough and unilateral sex that I did to her (it was hard to describe it as something we did together)... I definitely preferred what I had with Linea. She was so sweet, so affectionate, so genuine.

With Xig, we talked about what little gossip we picked up on Korriban. I was near-human, he was an alien, so neither of us were invited to anything important, but Sith get drunk and party and talk about things they shouldn't. It's part of embracing passion, I guess. I also sometimes sparred with or against him, practicing with training sabers, and he was much better at it than Errai.

My relationship with Xig did make me curious about the Sith position on non-humans. Technically they were allowed to join the Sith, but it was obvious that everybody hated them. I started looking through books of Sith doctrine and Sith history to try to figure it out, and... it was weird. The original Sith were a near-human race themselves, and held themselves up as the pinnacle of evolution in the galaxy. At some point, dark human Jedi had come, mixing together the Sith and Jedi into the modern Sith - lightsabers, for example, came from them - and they had also wound up breeding with the original Sith, eventually diluting their blood to the point they were dying out as a race.

Why humans were supposed to be better than near-humans, though? That wasn't anywhere in any of the histories. Some Sith had tried their hands at writing treatises, but they didn't seem to particularly gel with any of my experiences. Things like, "the evolutionary adaptations seen in near-humans take away metabolic energy from the brain, causing them to be stupider," or "the Force clearly favors humans, given their dominant position in the galaxy." I knew the Miraluka were an entirely Force-sensitive species, and I definitely hadn't noticed any blatant difference in intelligence between humans and near-humans, or even aliens like Xig.

I eventually asked Darth Rakali about it, after she finished beating me bruised and aching in sparring practice. "Why do Sith hate near-humans and aliens?" I laid against the wall, still catching my breath, skin slick with sweat, my stench staining the air.

She stood tall above me, confident and imperious, completely without any sign of exhaustion. She stared at me for a long moment, almost contemptuous in her expression. I worried I'd asked the wrong question and was about to get kicked out or killed. "I hate you," she told me, squatting down in front of me, poking my forehead with one finger. I felt my bones chill as I worried she was going to do the thing where she injected fear directly into my brain. "How does that make you feel?"

"Afraid," I admitted, not wanting to lie to her. I didn't know if she was making a point, or just genuinely expressing some emotion she wanted me to understand.

"How does it make you feel when the other humans hate you?"

"Angry," I said. "No, annoyed," I corrected. I didn't care that much about the opinions of the Sith in general.

"Hate is power. Anger is power. Fear is power. Thus, the Sith are naturally drawn to prejudice, as it fosters all three." She leaned up, letting me breathe a sigh of relief as her finger pulled away from my skull. "I am not a Jedi who thinks reason and serenity must conquer passion - passion is power, and even the Jedi are followers of it, though they smother it beneath pretty lies. But I don't wish to hate for hate's sake, but to hate for my own benefit. So I don't engage in prejudice."

"I... don't really understand."

"That isn't my problem," she said, about to turn to go before pausing. "Oh. We are leaving tonight. If you aren't on the ship when we do, I'll... well. I'll leave it to your imagination."

She didn't tell me exactly what time we would be leaving, so I didn't leave the ship for the rest of the day.

* * *

Our trip took us to another megalopolis, this one located in Hutt space - Nar Shaddaa. I was familiar with the Hutts, and the planet, by reputation. Slavers, drug dealers, and salesmen of all the worst kinds of vice. When Darth Rakali left the ship... I didn't feel much temptation to follow after her. Not just because of what happened to Inessa, but just because of concerns about my personal safety, and the general vibe I picked up from passing emotional impressions in the space port. Misery, drug highs, and just the lowest kinds of pleasure and the harshest kinds of grinding unpleasantness populated the air.

In my little bubble with Linea, none of that was there. There was just the two of us, playing games on Darth Rakali's ship, talking about this and that, enjoying one another's company.

It was a long stay, which was also very nice. I remember waking up one day, probably a week in, to find that Linea had crawled into my bed, biting her lower lip as she just stared at my cock quietly. It was an incredibly beautiful sight, and it really reflected the thing I liked most about Linea, just how giving and sweet she was. I could feel the anxiety gently bubbling off her, and I was pretty sure she was concerned about actually waking me up with a blowjob. I just gently ran my fingers through her hair, my cock twitching in the open air. "It's okay to wake me with a blowjob, Linea. I really like your blowjobs." She blushed at that, smiling, a warm feeling of genuine pride spreading through her mind as she leaned into my cock, wrapping her lips around the tip as her fingers momentarily grasped the base to hold it in place.

She slithered down my length with a long, seductive movement, her head twisting back and forth, back and forth. For a long few seconds I just leaned back and enjoyed it, as her tongue flashed along, back and forth, forward and back, side to side, while her mouth made a long, steady journey up and down. My cock throbbed at the feeling of it, the delight of every touch she was giving me. I was threatening to explode at any moment, my dick pulsing as it went into her throat again and again.

Naturally, once she was in the rhythm of it, her organic hand slid down in between her thighs, starting to masturbate. I loved it when she did that. Her own pleasure intensified mine, the way her mind frothed with delight, the faint hums and moans of pleasure she let out around my cock serving to stimulate me still further. "That's so good, Linea," I breathed out, softly running my fingers through her dark hair. She liked it when I praised her, I knew very well by this point, so I made sure to do it plenty. "I love the way your tongue feels on my cock, as you lick back and forth. I love the way you bob up and down like that, taking my cock without a problem. I love it," I breathed, groaning softly as I felt myself get closer and closer to the edge.

She responded to my kind words with an increasing intensity, beginning to practically facefuck herself on my cock. Her mechanical arm pistoned up and down as she kept slurping noisily on my dick, her own hand in her pussy getting ever more active. Her eyes lidded as she stared up at me with naked lust, clearly wanting my cum very badly - not for the taste (though she liked it), but for the knowledge that she had successfully pleased me. Having such a giving woman as my friend was intensely sexy, and I finally felt myself unable to hold back any further.

"Take it in your mouth," I gasped out, and she dutifully slid up to the right point and let me come all over the inside of her mouth, splattering her palate with a copious quantity of my cum. She hummed and moaned in pleasure, her hand on her pussy getting even more intense, drawing closer and closer to her own orgasm as I sprayed out a delicious load of semen all over the inside of her mouth. She gulped and swallowed repeatedly, relishing every last droplet, her eyelashes fluttering in pure, simple-minded pleasure.

When I finally finished finding release in her mouth, she slid slowly up and off my cock, wetly popping it out of her mouth. She actually presented her tongue to me, showing where the white sticky seed had stained it, and my cock throbbed again at the sight, my nostrils flaring in raw lust. But, I couldn't help but notice she hadn't come, as she swallowed it down with a hefty gulp.

"Could you please take off the rest of your clothes, Linea? You're so beautiful, I want to see you naked," I told her, and she smiled and blushed at that, happy to receive the praise. She peeled her way out of her sports bra, letting her perky tits pop free, and my cock just twitched at the sight of them.

Despite her willingness to suck my cock, we had never actually had sex. She'd never brought it up. I hadn't, since she was usually satisfied. This was a rare occasion that she hadn't managed to find her own satisfaction from sucking my dick, probably because she'd woken me up this way. I didn't know if she really wanted our relationship to push beyond its current boundaries - a question that was answered when she spoke. "You're still hard. Do you want me to suck it again, Soleil?" She asked. There was a degree to which she felt needy, to ask for that much, and so I avoided pushing her any further. I got the impression she didn't want to do more than suck me off, anyway.

"Yes," I told her, and immediately, she dove down my cock, slurping me up to the base in a heartbeat. I just groaned in response to the intense stimulation, my cock throbbing in her mouth as she began to bounce up and down again. This time, her arousal was even higher than it had been the previous time, and the wet noises of her playing with herself getting louder and louder as she bounded up and down my dick with truly relentless force. Watching my red length disappear past her pretty lips and go right down her pale throat, it was almost too much, my cock wildly throbbing and jerking in pleasure as she worked me over like that.

Her tongue lashed at my length, too, flicking and licking hungrily. The faint wet glug-glug of my cock repeatedly penetrating her throat, saliva sloshing free from her mouth, splashing down onto the bed beneath us. Her hand pushed against the mattress as she fucked away with her face, twisting her head, dark hair going wild from the sheer force she was bringing to bear. I could barely stand it, barely resist the urge to treat her the way I had treated Errai and just fuck her face...

That thought made my length throb in her mouth, and I quickly tried to stifle it. When that failed, the persistent image lingering in my mind, I decided to take a different tack. "Can I set the pace, Linea?" I asked.

She paused at that, actually sucking my cock to the base and holding herself down as she momentarily contemplated it. It was almost like she was trying to hide in my pelvis - but she didn't stop pleasuring me even as she thought, quietly swallowing around my length as her tongue flashed back and forth. After a long second, she nervously nodded. I gently grabbed hold of her head in both hands, and started to slide her up my length, until her lips were stretched far to keep my cockhead in her mouth, her beautiful eyes looking up at me, concerned she'd done something wrong...

When I forced her back down my length, though, she immediately came, moaning in pleasure around my cock, the noises cut off by my dick being lodged deep in her throat. She just twitched frenetically in that position, her breasts bouncing in place as her whole body spasmed. If she liked it so much, well... I could certainly do it more. I started to pump her face on my cock, pounding away at her throat, loving the feeling of her mouth. As she came, she wasn't quite as talented a fellatrix as she normally was, though she still easily let my dick in and out of her throat. Once she had recovered, though, she went right back to pleasuring me with every fiber of her being, licking and slurping and sucking and swallowing around my length as I thrust her up and down.

It felt even better than usual. The feeling of power combined with lust and physical pleasure and mutual joy and made me feel like I was in heaven, a perfect moment where there was no disconnect between what I wanted and what I experienced. I lost track of time, just groaning and writhing on the bed as I facefucked Linea all the way to another orgasm - though she came before I did, moaning around my cock in ecstasy as her eyes rolled up. The delicious noise of her moan getting cut off, again and again, as my cock entered her throat - that's what finally sent me over the edge, making me bottom out and come right down her throat as the two of us found our bliss together, our pleasures mixing together in my mind due to my empathic senses.

When I was spent, I let her off my cock, just panting as I lay on the bed. She took a few moments herself, before moving in to nuzzle and kiss at my cock, loving little pecks. My length began to flag for the moment, so she pulled back on my underwear, kissing me one last time on the forehead, before collecting her underwear and getting dressed again. "Thank you," I said. "It was really good. I really like it when you do that to me. You're a good friend, Linea."

She smiled at that, a bit flustered, some anxiety still bubbling under the surface. "Thank you. You're a good friend too, Soleil."

* * *

Even given the time I was spending with Linea, being cooped up inside the Solace and Refuge for so long was starting to get to me. Nar Shaddaa had a bad reputation, but I had a blaster tucked into my hip, plus my stungun, plus my training saber that marked me as a Sith. Plus, of course, I could feel the emotions of the people around me. If somebody did harbor ill intent - well, I couldn't tell if it was focused my way, necessarily, but I could tell that I should get away from them. I pulled on a hooded jacket, wore thick gloves, and headed out into the colorful environs of Nar Shaddaa.

The photos of the planet generally emphasize its large, geographic features: the sweeping vistas of its cityscape, the neon signs that fill up the horizon, the towering buildings that are monuments to excess, or the cavernous descents off the edge. But when you're actually on it, it's all tight bridges and balconies, clogged with warm bodies, and various indeterminate scents. Death sticks and sex and a dozen drugs and a dozen strange aliens. It's cramped, in short - a city without end, that stretches up and down in every direction. I think part of it is that Nar Shaddaa is a planet without any sense of real social cohesion - so the rich buy out entire towers to occupy with just themselves and their staff, whether or not they can use the whole thing, and real estate speculation runs wild, and all the other things which cramp most people into smaller and smaller areas.

I tried to feel out any place that felt... happier, more pleasant, than any other. I eventually found my way to what looked like a club - loud music blaring from inside and holographic displays of dancing girls. A wookiee and a trandoshan stood guard as bouncers, the wookiee screeching in Shyriiwook, the trandoshan managing a much more comprehensible Basic. "Hand over any weapons. You'll get a ticket, you cash the ticket back for your weapons when you leave," he said.

I took out my blaster and my training saber, but hid my stunner in my pocket. "Here you go," I said, as I placed them in the offered box. "Don't steal them."

The wookiee made what I think was a chuckle at me suggesting they'd steal the weapons, but they both seem surprised by the training saber. "A Sith, huh," the trandoshan said, as he locked the box and put it on the shelf. "Here's your ticket. I'm sure the proprietor would be honored to have a visitor of your stature," he added.

"Uh. That's fine. I'm just an apprentice."

"Nevertheless - please, enjoy yourself," he said. "The Night's Last Stalker encourages you to enjoy all of its various delights."

This was starting to feel weirder and weirder. I just headed inside. I still had that credit chit that Darth Rakali had given me, back on Erulios, so I could buy whatever I needed...

The inside of The Night's Last Stalker was not quite what I had anticipated. My family was open about sex, being Zeltron. I had thought it was a strip club - but the moment I stepped into the main area, it was clear it was not. There wasn't any stripping, for one. Nor was it a dance club, because, again, there wasn't any dancing. Instead, what I was greeted with were displays showing holographic images of various women and men in a variety of states of undress. Tables of men arrayed around drinks, casually discussing this or that with uncomfortable service workers - all of whom wore shock collars.

A few moments inspection of the 'menu' made it clear that this was a shop selling sexual slaves. Some of them trained. Some of them not. Some of them modified. Some of them not. There were prices for tableside service, for an hour, for a night, and for outright purchase listed.

The whole time I was reading through the menu, there was a constant, quiet beat of music, the acoustics of the room serving to make it impossible to hear anything else. I was aware of some type of sexual activity that was happening a few tables away only because of my Zeltron empathy - I couldn't hear a single bit of it, and there were so many scents mixed together in the tangled air.

One of the photos caught my attention in particular. Udhara, her name was listed as. She was a twi'lek, 5'6", with numerous physical modifications - enhanced breast size and sensitivity, as well as enhanced vaginal, anal, and oral sensitivity, heightened libido, and more. A lovely shade of purple skin - her photo displayed her fully in the nude. She was nineteen, according to her profile. Golden eyes, a ripe ass, big round breasts.

The menu itself had provoked all kinds of tempting fantasies in me. Maybe it was because of Errai, or Darth Rakali's words, or maybe just that I had facefucked Linea for the first time. I checked the amount on the credit chit, and found that it was actually more than enough to purchase her outright. I'd never really understood the value of money, being so young when my parents had died, but given that Udhara wasn't the cheapest girl on the menu... I had to assume the chit was worth a lot.

Would Darth Rakali approve? She had approved of what I did to Errai. Why wouldn't she approve of me fucking a slave? It wasn't like she cared about right or wrong... I stared at her picture in the menu. She was posed, nude, her pussy on full display, perky nipples, full breasts, her body twisted a bit, golden eyes staring into the camera. I wanted her. Buying her... that was a big ask. But for now, I clicked the option to pay for her tableside service, briefly inserting my credit chit and confirming the transaction.

Less than a minute later, a large human male, carrying a small device about the size of a pen in his hand came up to us. Udhara was wearing a bikini, a metallic collar clamped into place, and nothing else. She looked towards the ground, not in misery, but in submission. I could feel her emotions, and they were a surprisingly pleasant blend. Interest. Curiosity. Desire. Embarrassment, sure, but she didn't seem miserable like you might have expected. A few of the girls did, and from the sadistic delight they were coupled with, I got the impression that that was because whoever had paid for them didn't want them to be happy.

"This is a control for her collar," the man said. "Simply click the button, here," he said, clicking the pen device in his hand, sending a spark of pain through Udhara, the girl in question spasming but remaining on her feet without complaining, "if you have any problems with her. This button," he said, pressing it, making her shiver, "makes her feel good." He then placed the device on the table, letting me collect it myself. "We have another, and it will automatically go off if Udhara leaves the premises. Other than that, you can do whatever you want with her. If you'd like to pay for a private room, the prices are on the menu," he explained.

I took the device into my hand, staring at it for a long few seconds. Udhara fidgeted as I held it, the man leaving us without another word. She was the one who broke the silence. "Master. You can order me to do whatever you want," she said. "It's been over a week since anyone paid for me, so I'd be very happy to be of use to you." Her words were coupled with an even more intense desire under the surface, like she was downplaying her feelings, rather than playing them up. I was instantly rock hard in my pants at the sheer waves of lust that came off her.

She wanted it? She wanted to be a slave? To be used? No, I realized. The menu had mentioned that she had a heightened libido as part of her modifications. I drank in her body for a moment, as she quietly stood there, patiently waiting any command or indication of what she should do at all. She was voluptuous, and while she wasn't showing off quite as much as the menu had displayed, she certainly wasn't hiding anything. "Sit down with me," I ordered her, and she dutifully did so, settling in next to me quickly.

With her so close, she got to see me much more clearly, my sharp red skin and face visible under my hood. "You're cute, Master," she said, smiling warmly down at me. Her gaze was drawn, however, to my tented pants, where anybody could see my cock straining to get free. "As part of tableside service, you can touch me," she noted, "and I can touch you, with my hands or mouth. More than that... will cost you." The way she said it made it was clear she wouldn't get a single dime from the prices, and wished we could do more right now.

I licked my lips in response to her words, just staring up and down her body. I took hold of the controller, my thumb finding the button to make her feel good, and clicked it. She let out a soft breath at that, eyelashes fluttering. My other hand went to her tit, slipping under her bikini, groping the supple flesh there. She bit her lip in obvious pleasure, arousal coloring her purple cheeks that little bit redder.

The rush of power I felt in that moment... it was better than with Errai, or even with Linea. It was both of them put together, and more. I was in charge. I had the power. I could make her do whatever I wanted. I could buy her right now, walk her back to the Solace and Refuge, and do whatever I wanted to her. She couldn't do anything to disobey me. Her hard nipple scraped against my palm as I continued to grope her, my finger intermittently hitting the button to make her feel good. She wouldn't do anything to disobey me - wouldn't want to. I could feel the hum of pleasure and bliss and quiet joy that she felt, not colored even a hint by the misery that I had been sensing almost constantly since I started walking the streets of Nar Shaddaa.

I wanted more than just to grope her tits, though. "Suck my cock," I ordered her, and she just hummed in reply, leaning forward towards my pants, almost faceplanting on my groin. I pulled my hand away from her breast, earning a quiet noise of unhappiness from her, as she quickly moved to pull out my cock. She let out a noise of appreciation as she saw it - then sucked my cock into her mouth.

She simply absorbed my length into her throat in a single moment, her nose soon pressing into my pelvis as she sucked and slurped noisily around my length. Her throat bobbed as she sucked my cock, her tongue wiggling excitedly on the underside of my cock, her whole being twitching beneath me. I could feel the pleasure and lust and desire that blew off her, so intense and pleasant that I almost came just from that. I hit the pleasure button on her controller, and her moan just got even more intense as she continued to choke herself on my cock. That slender collar wrapped around her neck seemed to define her as my personal property in that moment - my happy property. Mine.

Was this the Dark Side? It was hard to see how it could be the Light.

"If you suck me good enough, I'll buy you outright," I whispered out to her, and her pleasure only burst up higher, spiking to something of insane intensity as her throat squeezed and gripped my dick. Her head started to bob at that point, lekku bouncing in place as I watched her go. She was completely manic, losing herself in the moment, her pleasure and bliss mixing together with determination and a more intellectual kind of desire. Her feelings were so intense I was pretty sure I could tell what she was thinking - make me yours, own me, buy me, please do it, please buy me. "That's a good girl," I told her, just leaning back in my seat and letting her work as I continued to pump more pleasure into her brain via the collar.

I wasn't worried about her, in the moment. I didn't know her. She was an object to get me off. To buy, probably. I liked the color of her skin, the fullness of her tits, and the enthusiasm she brought to her blowjob. My free hand reached down to gently slide along one lek as I continued to relish in the sensations she was lavishing on me, the soft hums and moans she let out, the wet glugs each time my cock vanished down her throat. Then I slid down her back, towards her ass, groping it with my fingers, enjoying the nice, prime feel of her firm rump, as she glugged up and down, up and down, her throat squeezing my dick, doing its level best, her tongue slithering freely around with wild movements.

Pleasure coursed through her, but she didn't actually come despite that. It was bewildering, the way she was squirming in obvious lust and desire, the way her brain was clearly bubbling with lust. I'd never felt anyone get this close without actually going over the edge - much less for the long minutes that she was facefucking herself up and down on my cock for. Saliva frothed out of her mouth as her eyes rolled up, her cheeks turning an ever-redder hue of purple as she worked. Even so, she didn't come. I stopped pressing the bliss button on her control collar, just in case that was the problem - it wasn't. She kept spasming in needy, her hips bucking back and forth at the empty air as she clearly wanted to come but couldn't, quite, her breasts jiggling and bouncing.

I didn't have much time to consider why, though - because in short order, I came, groaning as I did so, my fingers tensing into a tight fist on the control device. She spasmed in ecstasy at that point, pure bliss overwhelming her as she sucked every last droplet of cum out of my cock, her whole body quivering and squirming in place, her eyes lidding as she vibrated like a sex toy in place.

I just sighed and leaned back, relishing my own pleasure as my cum practically clogged up Udhara's mouth. I wanted her. I wanted to own her. To control her. To use her. The desire wasn't as anger-filled as it had been with Errai, there was no taste of righteous justice to it. I considered for a moment, the possibility that some other girl on the menu would be more deserving or happy... then I remembered I needed to embrace the Dark Side. As far as temptations to sin went, this was a pretty small one. Just not being considerate enough.

Once I was done coming, and had a few seconds to recover, I decided to buy her, right then and there. It took only a few seconds for the transaction to confirm, and Udhara smiled brightly as it did. "Thank you, Master. I promise to be a good sex slave for you," she said, glancing down at my cock. Seeing it was still hard... she dove down my length, sucking me into her mouth without hesitation and starting to bob frantically.

"Good girl," I breathed out, relaxing in place with my new sex slave, my fingers idly trailing along her lekku as she bounded up and down, as her arousal and pleasure soon reached a fever pitch.

The same large human male who had brought her over approached my table less than a minute later. I didn't tell Udhara to stop, since he didn't seem upset or annoyed by the fact that I was thoroughly enjoying my new property. "Since you've bought her," he started, "here's the documentation confirming your ownership," the man said, sliding a tablet over to me. I took it, glancing through what was mentioned, as Udhara kept sucking my dick, not seeming to care at all. Her lust boiled over, rising continuously as she sucked me off. "The slave collar she's wearing will be disconnected from the main systems during maintenance tonight, but the commands to keep her in the building have already been deactivated. Would you like another girl?"

I was pretty sure I didn't have enough credits left on my chit to buy another, so I just shook my head, as Udhara kept sucking noisily on my cock, slurping and bouncing in place.

"In that case, enjoy yourself, and please - come again, when you're interested in another girl. We offer excellent prices for our girls."

I just nodded, leaning back in my seat and relishing Udhara's continued blowjob. She kept sucking me like that for a full hour, earning another five orgasms, before I was finally so spent in her mouth that I couldn't keep going. Then I left, collecting my equipment and heading back to the Solace and Refuge. I had somebody besides Linea to interact with now, after all, so I didn't have to leave the ship again for a while.

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World's Worst Sith Master, Chapter 5
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Darth Rakali dragged me into the practice room as we waited for Linea to move her various things down to the Solace and Refuge. It was hard to tell precisely, but there was a certain keenness to her attacks and movements, sharper and faster as we practiced, her expression narrowed as she stabbed and cut and slashed with her training saber, forcing me onto a desperate defensive.

When we finished, she hummed quietly, moving to press me against the wall, an implacable look in her eye as she leered down at me. "Passion… is important, to a Sith. We must learn to harness it properly to our ends." She smiled then, her expression briefly softening. "Such as using those feelings to lure one of the more talented computer specialists into your abode. Linea has hidden away in that hole of hers for a long time. Having her move with will be quite helpful."

It was hard to tell if she was trying to thank me, since she didn't actually say anything to that effect. I just nodded silently.

"Don't worry. I won't be killing her. Even if you piss me off. Though, I imagine she would be sad to see something terrible happen to you, so…" she gave me an insidious smirk. "Please don't force me to do anything like that? You've managed well so far. If you think that Linea can keep you safe from me, I'll teach you the lesson at…" she trailed off, like this was something she still wasn't quite used to. "The cost of a few fingers?" Her hand went to mine, gently squeezing my ring and pinky finger as if to silently emphasize her point. I swallowed. "Or perhaps your ear…" her fingers traced along the soft curve of it, teasing the cartilage, clearly for the sole purpose of reinforcing the point.

There was that quiet, creeping terror, but I steeled myself, raising my chin, doing my best to put on the impression of a capable warrior and not a scared child. "I won't. I'd sooner kill you before running."

She let out a soft laugh at that, and gave me a doting peck on the forehead before mussing up my hair. "Good luck," she told me, leaving me there to go check on Linea's progress. I slumped down against the wall

* * *

Linea had made her room on the ship like her old home: coated in a tangle of wires. Here, it felt less like a thick tangle of undergrowth and vines running across something abandoned, and more like fresh flowers blooming on a grave. At least to me, at the time; I'll confess it may simply have been my generally good mood at the whole situation, at knowing that I had one person who actually liked me.

Given we were on the same ship as Darth Rakali, we did not immediately resume our sexual relationship. Linea had been kind enough to bring along a second computer interface for me, meaning we got to play games together. She always sat me on her right, her fingers gently running up and down my thigh, a sort of tempting note to the touch. She'd swallow, glance my way, gaze half on my face - to make sure I wasn't annoyed at her touch, which I definitely wasn't - and half on my groin. Given the occasional period pulses of masturbatory ecstasy, I would imagine it was to fix in her mind the shape of my cock.

For a bit, I held out myself. I wasn't really sure what Darth Rakali would do, if she found us together. If she could find us together, using the Force to do so. Then, one day, I was in the halls when I felt the distinctive sensation of Linea's masturbation. I decided to move over towards her, not to actually go join her, but simply to start masturbating in the halls of the ship. At that point, Darth Rakali was meditating alone, as I frantically jerked off, paying careful attention to Linea's arousal, enjoying the sympathetic sensation of sharing something with someone you cared about.

Darth Rakali didn't interrupt us, which meant she probably wasn't paying enough attention to notice me being together with Linea. When I was completely spent, my hand completely coated in cum, I hurriedly went to the showers to wash off.

After my next training session with Darth Rakali, she spoke up, her voice quiet but tense with meaning. "It is fine to indulge your passions, my apprentice. Those same passions that draw you to Linea's presence will make you stronger, if you draw upon them." When I didn't seem to care - being that I was lying against the wall, panting desperately, my gaze halfway a withering one that said I wanted her to just keel over after having gotten the shit kicked out of me - she continued. "Through passion, strength. Through strength, power. Through power, victory. Through victory, your chains will be broken. Meditate upon this." She poked my forehead once, and departed.

I have to admit, it took me a while to realize that she was suggesting that I fuck Linea as part of my training to defeat her.

* * *

It was feeling Linea's rising arousal as she started to masturbate that led to my own libido spiking. From what I understand, for humans who can't sense emotions, this kind of thing still applies - a person you like feeling or showing pleasure makes you aroused yourself. That's why in pornography, there's a lot of emphasis on women who enjoy themselves, even though it's mostly consumed by men. Well, imagine that effect, except it's also infectious like a laugh or a good mood.

Since Darth Rakali had, in my estimation, pretty much given the go-ahead for me to keep doing things with Linea, I decided to go visit her. She hadn't locked her door, strangely enough; she was so busy staring at images on her computer screen that she didn't even glance back when it opened. She was panting and red-faced as I approached, and I got to see what she was looking at… it was a video of her blowing me from back when I'd been staying at her home.

It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. It took me a moment of just staring, mentally trying to confirm I was making out the shapes right. I didn't care that she'd secretly recorded us having sex - it didn't even really process as something that should bother me. Who cares? I'd had sex with her, what was the point of secrecy about it? It could hurt her if it got into somebody else's hands, maybe, but I didn't think that she would let it get out.

"Linea," I said, my voice as soft and soothing as I could make it - it didn't keep her from jumping as I startled her.

"This, ah, it's," she panted out, glancing from me to the screen, her prosthetic soon desperately trying to wave at it. "It's not…" I could feel the humiliation, the terror - that kind of social terror, like when you're made to speak in front of people but aren't sure quite what to say - practically bubbling off her like soda fizz, a constant noise that never stopped but was not so much a single long noise as an endless stream of them.

"I think it's sexy," I said. I had no idea why she felt embarrassed about that - I knew she masturbated, I knew she blew me, so? "You really like blowing me that much?" She ducked her head for a moment, swallowing, the bobbing of her throat attracting my attention before she spoke up again.

"I do." Her voice was quiet as a ship rat, a nearly-silent noise that easily faded into the background of the ship's constant hum as it made its way through hyperspace. "I'm sorry for being such a perv...ert," she said, pausing as I removed my cock from my pants, my length throbbing and hard. She shivered softly, her organic hand still in her sex, her embarrassment having not been enough to make her pull it out of there. I stepped towards her, my hard cock bobbing in the air with each step, and she swallowed as I approached her like that, my length clearly tempting her to do all sorts of lewd things to it.

"If you want to do it again, I'd really like it. I missed it while I was gone."

"I'll bet you did," she said, with a small exhalation that approximated a laugh. She swallowed, then rose from her seat, relying more on her mechanical leg for balance as the other wobbled. "Why don't you take a seat?" She patted the very same seat she'd just been resting on, and I quickly did so. She laughed at that. "You're really eager," she said, her soft fingers leaving her wet sex to start stroking me off, smiling at me as she descended to her knees in front of me. "Did you get addicted to it?" Her voice was playful and teasing, but I could sense the desire she had, and easily understood what she wanted.

"Yes," I breathed out. She hummed pleasantly, wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock, then began to slowly slither down my length, quickly and easily taking me all the way to the base. Her organic hand soon reached down for her sex once more, masturbating furtively, the look in her eyes suggesting she was desperately trying to pretend it wasn't obvious to everyone in the room exactly what she was doing.

I pretended. I reached down for her dark hair, softly petting her as she held herself down on my cock, twisting her head back and forth, her tongue flashing and rubbing at the underside of my cock. "That's really great, Linea. Ah… Darth Rakali is actually encouraging me to do things with you…" I told her, wanting to reassure her she didn't have anything to worry about. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she certainly didn't try to pull back, just let out an inquisitive hum that mixed together with a soft and wet moan, vibrating my cock in her mouth as she neared an orgasm.

She hit one, moaning around my dick loudly as she smothered herself in between my thighs, and I did my best to keep talking. "Apparently, indulging, passions, is good for, a, Sith," I explained, my toes curling, my fingers briefly bunching up around her hair. I had been going without for quite a while, and now there was also the element of sympathetic pleasure from a person  you liked coming. I couldn't manage to hold back, my whole body starting to jerk, my cum just firing right down her throat as I shuddered in place.

When we were both finished coming, she peeled her mouth slowly up off my length, pressing her cheek against my bare thigh as she stared up at me. Her creamy, pale skin contrasted sharply with my own sharp red shade, and my cock rested halfway across her cheek, lewdly highlighting the difference. My length glistened slightly in the electronic hues of her bedroom, and I swallowed as I ran my fingers through her hair, craning my head back and just relaxing.

She had a really comfy chair, like you'd expect from a woman who spent most of the day sitting in it.

"Soleil…" Linea's organic hand stroked up and down my length as she stared up at me, her warm breath tickling my cock as she nuzzled my thigh. "I need you to be honest with me. Darth Rakali really said that she was fine with us?"

I nodded quickly. "It's… I think it's part of the Sith code, I don't know it that well." Darth Rakali focused on the practical end of things, rather than the philosophical one, but the Sith code wasn't exactly hidden away in some dusty book in the back of an inaccessible temple on Korriban. "Through passion, I gain strength. And… it's hard to describe this any way other than 'passion.'"

Linea's mood instantly brightened at that, a sort of radiant feeling of general elation. Unidentifiable in the specifics, at least other than by context - she was happy to hear me say that, like it was some mushy line being offered up to a lover. I liked Linea, so as I sat there, petting her, I tried to think of how best to keep expressing my feelings for her and keep her happy. "I… am really glad that we met, Linea. After - some recent things that happened, I only really have one friend, and I can't have sex with him." Both because I wasn't interested in men, and because Xig wasn't interested in sex.

I could feel the bubbly happiness that was running off her like water the moment you got out of the shower suddenly quiet. "You… like me for the sex?"

"I like sex with you. But you're my friend, Linea. You're important to me." That soothed her, her emotions ratcheting back up to full, and she quietly nuzzled my thigh, her gaze going back to my cock.

"You're really hard," she breathed out, seemingly shocked. "Even right after that?" She started to nuzzle my cock, pressing my length against her cheek. She stared up at me as my length twitched right next to her, a sweet smile on her lips. When she saw the rather base reaction such touch got from me, she got a bit more insistent with her touching, starting to gently kiss at my base while my length laid across her cheek. "You're… I don't have a whole lot of friends either," she said, with a faint flush of embarrassment to her cheeks.

"Good," I breathed out, something inside me bubbling up. She blinked rapidly at that. "Me being your only friend means we can do things together all the time." Her lips curled into a smile, and she started kissing all along my length, running up and down sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes up at me. Her mechanical arm - cool and hard - began to gently run up and down my length, the movement so wonderfully teasing it was starting to provoke a very base level response. I gasped softly, my hips bucking into the air, my length threatening to explode at any moment.

She took me into her mouth, then, just suckling at the very tip of my cock, her cheeks hollowing. I couldn't tell if she was trying to tease me or if she was out of breath, but I reached up for the back of her head and started to drag her downward anyway. She just hummed happily at the movement, easily sliding my whole length all the way into her throat.

It felt fantastic. The wonderful sense of closeness that we shared, the heat of her own feelings, and her own arousal, radiating up to me, as she masturbated and let me direct her pace as she bobbed on my cock. I wanted to go a bit further, sure, but she didn't seem particularly eager to do so, so I let her keep blowing me for the time being.

* * *

"The feelings you have for Linea are… insufficient, apprentice," Darth Rakali told me, her weapon at her side as she looked down at me. My wrist throbbed and ached, my training saber lying well out of reach as I rested against the wall. "Consider a true lightsaber - it can burn its wielder as easily as their opponent, yes?"

I nodded, though I was honestly only paying half attention, the throbbing in my wrist distracting me. I tried to listen to these sorts of lectures in general, since I wanted to get stronger, and Darth Rakali's advice actually seemed intended to help me do that, despite the fact that I was planning to use that strength to kill her. In this case, though, I just didn't want to listen to romantic advice from a Sith. She lightly smacked my cheek with her training saber, the heat scalding as it patted against my face.

"Pay attention." She paused for a moment for me to glare up at her, then smiled. "Affection is a weak emotion. Light." I didn't know if she meant of the light side or just meek. "You need fire. The confusion, the minor anxiety, the things you felt when you fucked Linea the first time, those kinds of emotions are strength. The quiet, gentle affection you felt this latest time - it was weak." She paused, then just stomped her foot on my head, pinning me against the wall, heel pressed against my forehead. I hissed in pain, clenching my eyes shut. "What you are feeling right now? That delicious little bubble of hate and impotent rage? That is power. Kisses and cuddles and hugs are weakness. Even the Jedi don't bother with them."

I quietly nodded, and she removed her foot from my head. "I don't - I can't just change how I feel about Linea like that."

"Mm." She hummed, regarding me with an implacable expression. "I will teach you. It is up to you if you are taught." It was a statement of her powerlessness, not her intent - a sort of, you can lead a riding Kerseti lion to water, but you can't make it drink.

* * *

Unlike Linea, I didn't like to stay in a single cooped up space for days and weeks and months, so when we got back to Korriban, I left the ship right alongside Darth Rakali. My presence near her was like a ripple that follows in the wake of an emperor sarcosuchus, not that of an animal following after its owner or a companion. I was just the thing that came right behind her, and when she finally went off on her own course, I was left to my own devices in the Sith temple.

I should have gone to talk to Xig, in all honesty - but instead I found myself inexorably drawn to Errai. I did feel bad for what I had done to her, even if she was the most blatantly manipulative person I had ever met in my life. I found her angrily batting at one of the training droids, which was easily, even trivially, parrying her. That wasn't surprising - her technique was awful, trying to compensate for skill with sheer enthusiasm and failing miserably. The droid seemed to be humoring her, which didn't seem right because in my experience the things didn't have a sense of humor or the slightest twinge of mercy.

If it was humoring her, it quickly stopped, beginning to beat her back, then down, bringing a few swift strikes to her torso before declaring the training was done. She whimpered on the ground, in obvious pain. She still hadn't noticed my presence yet, when she hissed and brought herself up. Her emotions were bitter and prideful, a certain spit of determination and ambition mixed in with the negative cocktail. She had tried her best and failed. It was only when she began to move for the door to the training room that she finally spotted me.

Her emotions shifted. Hope flickered there, shame, need. I was an instrument to her, but a dangerous one, that was the vibe I got from her. She swallowed as she looked at me, then straightened up. I could feel the pain that throbbed as she did so, and winced in automatic sympathy. "What is it, Soleil?"

"I wanted to apologize for… what happened. I wasn't in a good frame of mind, and I behaved inappropriately. I apologize."

The emotions that popped and fizzed to the front of her head weren't hate, or gratitude, or even anything like appreciation. It was the kind of raw, incandescent greed that somebody might feel when somebody dropped a huge credit chip out of their back pocket and you saw it, and thought you could do good for yourself if you stole it. "Are those just empty words or do you actually want to make it up to me?"

"I- I do, yeah." Even knowing she was no doubt just saying that to wring something out of me, I had indulged in all those negative feelings. Even if Errai was kind of - okay, definitely, obviously - a bitch, I felt bad about doing all that to her. Those feelings I'd vented on her weren't her fault, they were Rakali's.

"Then help me become Darth Rakali's second apprentice. I can work alongside you." She tugged lightly at the collar of her dress uniform, revealing pale flesh. It had been purely for fact that she'd worked up a sweat from her training at first, but the moment my eyes wandered, she smiled, doing it more intently, more purposefully, trying (and succeeding) in drawing my gaze ever further south, towards the first hint of curve to her breasts.

"I don't think you really want that."

"I do," Errai told me, leaning forward, popping one of her top's buttons, revealing a few more inches of creamy, round, soft, supple flesh. "I really do," she breathed out, husky. "I might be willing to let you do the same things you did last time…" Her emotions were easy to read: she didn't want a repeat, there was a vague sense of powerlessness at just the idea, but if it came down to it being actually necessary, she probably would.

Some part of me thrilled at the idea. A part I tried to tamp down on. "I'm trying to make it up to you, not make your life even worse."


In retrospect, there were much better things she could have said - maybe point out that her life wasn't so great now, as an unattached Sith acolyte with atrocious saber skills, living on Korriban. Instead, she went for an old classic: "Oh. I see. You didn't really mean it when you said you were sorry. Only that you were just sorry enough to offer some nice platitudes." She huffed, turning away from me to stare at a particularly interesting slice of wall. I could feel the anxious tension as she hoped her trick worked.

Even knowing it was a trick - it worked. "I'll talk to her. Ask."

Errai brightened up instantly at that, smiling. "Thanks, Soleil." Even with her currently-sunny disposition, there was a vicious and sharp glint to her emotions, happy that she'd tricked and beguiled somebody into doing what she wished.

"I can't guarantee she'll say yes," I warned her, but she hardly listened at all.

* * *

"I'm not interested in training some random girl. You are the subject of my training, Soleil," Darth Rakali said, even as she smacked me around the training room. "This girl has no meaning to me."

"I owe her, so I had to ask," I said, rather meekly, as I did my best to block her strikes. She made them look lazy even as they slid elegantly right into me.

"You owe her?" That made Darth Rakali gain some interest. Maybe she detected the melancholy and guilt in the words - I had the impression she could sense emotions in her own way, though seemingly only negative ones. "For what?"

"I… was very rough during sex." I swallowed at the admission. I wasn't proud of it.

She smiled at that, pausing. "Did you enjoy it?" She raised her saber in a pose that I knew meant she would pierce through my defense at the slightest sign of dishonest on my part.

"Some," I admitted. I couldn't lie about it. The power had felt good.

"If you… tutor her, to a degree of skill, I may inspect her abilities. I do not think she has any skill worth speaking of at the moment, no?"

No. "She's very enthusiastic."

Darth Rakali nodded. "Let us continue our own training, then."

* * *

Having been told that Darth Rakali wouldn't even consider her until I'd trained her a bit, Errai became quite dedicated to learning.

She had all the combat instincts of a professional lumberjack. That was probably unfair to lumberjacks, to be honest - she would hack wildly at her opponent with these massive, telegraphed, easily blocked swings. Lightsaber duels weren't about that - the weapon itself was a light thing, easily twisted and spun with the slightest movement of the wrist. Attempting to break the opponent's guard with sheer force was pointless. Even when saber met saber and you had to hold that position, it was normally better to pull away from the press rather than force your way past it - get out of range of their saber and resume your assault from a new distance. So taught Darth Rakali.

And, the vast majority of the time, saber was not going to meet saber. It was going to swish right past, above, around; or, of course, you were going to be fighting somebody who didn't have a lightsaber. In that case, you wanted to have your weapon in front of you, not swinging around manically through the air, so you could block any potential blaster fire. So taught Darth Rakali.

In any case, her overextension made it fairly easily for me to repeatedly poke and stab her with my saber until she finally gave up, having exhausted herself. It hadn't taken very long, either - maybe three or four minutes. There was… a lot of ground to cover. It did make me fully aware of just how far I had come, since I had become Darth Rakali's apprentice, that I was able to see so many different flaws in Errai's style.

It was after our fourth such brisk practice session - punctuated by a ten or fifteen minute break for the two of us to catch our breaths - that Errai, her dress uniform soaked with sweat until every outline of her underwear was visible through it, sat down next to me and placed her hand on my thigh. "You're going to put in a good word for me, aren't you?" She asked. It was clearly meant to be seductive, but I didn't need to have a sense of her emotions to know that she was mostly just exhausted and lazy.

"Not unless you earn it," I replied, my own body aching just a tad. I'd been pushed well past this point in the past, but it was still quite enervating to work out that much.

"Alright," she said, pulling down my pants quickly and just leaning forward to suck my cock into her mouth. She couldn't get more than the first few inches into her mouth, gagging wetly as my sweat-coated cock hit the back of her throat.

"No, I," I panted out, my hips bucking a bit as she tried to work the next few inches of my cock into her throat. She whimpered softly as my dick dug its way into the back of her mouth, saliva splattering out as she choked on it. "I meant, with, practice," I panted out.

She paused at that. I could practically feel the mental calculations she was making, my dick resting a couple inches in her mouth. I could feel the calculations, really - not what they were, but a mind feels very different when it's begun to engage in rational consideration of something, versus when it's acting on instinct and reflex. The emotional equivalent of hearing the scratching of note-taking and performing math.

Whatever conclusion she reached, it was that she should take me that little bit deeper into her throat, and she started to work me over, gagging around my dick each time the first inch or so entered her mouth. I wanted to complain, to argue she should stop - but I couldn't manage to find the words to do so, as her saliva dripped down my length. The whir of determination, the need to get on my good side, there may even have been a hint of sexual enjoyment.

For a while, I just sat there and silently enjoyed the wet feeling of her mouth and the first inch or so of her throat. Her small scar gave the blowjob a distinctive flavor, her lips disrupted by a momentary callous that flavored each movement. In profile, with her mouth extended so wide to accept my length, the scar seemed wider, larger, as if pointing out what exactly I was doing to her.

As if unbidden, all of Darth Rakali's words about sex came to mind. About how loving, affectionate sex was weak; about how rough, forceful sex would make me strong. I couldn't bring myself to be cruel to Linea, but Errai? She was willing, even. I swallowed as I steeled myself, glancing at the door before grabbing the tight bun that she kept her hair in.

I needed to be selfish, I reminded myself. I needed to do this to gain strength, so I could avenge my family. That thought led me to recall that Errai practically worshiped the ground that Darth Rakali walked on. She didn't know that my family had been killed by the woman, but I doubt her position would change in the slightest if she knew.

My fingers gripped her hair tightly and I slammed her down my length, getting her halfway down before her body's convulsing gags. Her eyes widened in surprise, a wet gurgle escaping her throat as I took her entire mouth as my own. Her fingers suddenly started to dig into my thighs as I claimed my new prize, as I started to fuck away, hitting the back of her throat again and again, while she simply sputtered weakly around my dick, going cross-eyed but never fighting back, letting me so completely use her.

The thrill of power was intense. So wonderful, so tantalizing. I could practically feel my own emotions beginning to thicken and congeal inside me, as I rammed my dick against the back of her throat again and again, grinding and choking her on my length. "Your throat's my cocksleeve," I breathed out, making her squirm in surprise, eyes widening a bit. "If you have a problem with that, I can tell Darth Rakali how dogshit your saber skills are and how impossible it is to teach you. I'm sure she'd understand."

She whimpered softly, the humiliation she felt so intensely pleasant. My fingers dug into the back of her head as I simply ground her down against my length, her throat accepting one inch, then another, each one accompanied by spasms and gasps and twitching and moans, each one producing crossed eyes and spittle, each one incredibly pleasant as that throat of hers did its level best to jerk off my cock.

"Listen to me. I need this," I told her, my fingers continuing to press down. "You need me to teach you about lightsaber skills. This is how we'll make a deal - you'll let me use your body, and I'll teach you how to use a saber." She nodded rapidly, more out of happiness that I had agreed to continue teaching her despite her poor showing. The movement, nevertheless, intensely stimulated my cock inside her throat.

"Take off your clothes, as much as you can without taking my cock out of your mouth." She nodded again, her hands starting to unbutton them, the last couple inches of my cock resting tantalizingly just out of her mouth as I asphyxiated her with my cock. Feeling the hypoxia-by-proxy, I peeled her back and let her gasp for air. I stared at her, my expression challenging her to complain about how I was treating her, or perhaps to refuse to continue stripping - she must have seen both, because her hands began to work the buttons again, and she licked her lips, drew in a few last breaths, and dove down my cock just as she tossed aside her jacket, leaving only a simple bra in place.

I reached over for the bra as she started to peel off her skirt, revealing her rather voluptuous ass to open air, leaving her in just her underwear. The wiggling of her butt, the way it seemed to jiggle and bounce pleasantly, temptingly, tantalizingly, distracted me from my thoughts of removing her top - instead, my hand just dug into that round ass of hers as she gagged on my dick. My hand pressed down against the back of her head, simultaneously forcing her to obediently suck me off, and to not complain no matter what I did to her ass.

I groped. I squeezed. I reveled in the sight of her naked body when it was presented to me, in the curve of her ass, the low hanging of her tits, the wetness of her sex. I made her keep sucking me off, made her keep tasting my sweaty cock and choking on my length, made her sputter and occasionally whimper. Made her learn to overcome her gag reflex, even, forcing her to hold herself down on my cock until her throat quieted, each convulsive movement something delicious.

My dirty talk was outrageous, but she so dearly needed me as her teacher that she went along with it. Let me call her a sexual relief aid, let me inform her that our future practice sessions were premised on the fact that she'd do this sort of thing after each and every one. That one actually made her nod around my cock, agreeing with palpable relief.

When I was done, she actually departed happy, somehow. It wasn't the sex itself - if indeed you could call a chokefuck 'sex' - but rather the assurances that I would continue to teach her, which might one day lead to Darth Rakali teaching her as well.

Or perhaps instead of - she didn't seem to be hateful or thinking of vengeance by her emotions, but perhaps she was simply cold-blooded enough to escape my notice. I used her throat as a cum receptacle three separate times before I finally let her gather her clothes again, her naked body lewd to watch as her tits bounced around and her eyes seemed to unfocus occasionally. She even gave me a small wave before leaving, genuinely giddy.

* * *

When I told Darth Rakali what I had done, she patted my head. "That's good. Whatever your vice is, indulge it, my apprentice. In this way you will come closer to the Dark Side, becoming more powerful."

And, by extension, more capable of killing her. I simply nodded in silent agreement with her words, and she smiled.

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World's Worst Sith Master, Chapter 4
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I was mostly running on autopilot when I went back to the training arena. I hadn't gone looking for Errai, and she didn't approach me again in the immediate aftermath. Whether that was to manipulate me by letting me stir in guilt or get thirsty, or simply to get away, I couldn't really know. I'd occasionally remember the feeling of her throat in my hands, and get an erection as a consequence. I didn't go find her to relieve it, I'd just handle it in my bunk back on the Solace and Refuge. Part of me was really glad I no longer had to sleep in the recruits' barracks.

I had just gotten done throwing myself against one of the training droids when Xig saw me. He started to chitter excitedly at the sight of me, and all I caught was frantic statements of "Soleil! Soleil!" mixed in with somewhat panicked giddiness. Presumably he was happy to see me and had thought something had happened to me.

"I still can't understand you that well, Xig," I told him, and he clicked his mouth-parts in acknowledgement, hurriedly taking out a datapad and starting to type.

{You are alive! I was worried after hearing that you had been carried off by Darth Rakali!}

Being so variant from a human, Xig's emotions came through my empathic sense lightly and slightly warped, like seeing something lurking under the surface of water, but it was easy to tell that he was glad to see me again. That, combined with his words, made it impossible not to laugh. It was more out of a sense of relief than anything funny. The alien chittered in confusion, but I just waved him off. "It's fine. Thank you for your concern. I'm happy to have a fr- ally of convenience," I said. I wanted to hug him, honestly, but xinderan aren't really huggers.

{What happened? There are all sorts of rumors going around, such as that Darth Rakali came to kill you for claiming to be her apprentice!}

Just hearing that gave me a bit of a headache. Did nobody believe literally anything I said? "No, she came to pick me up, since I was her apprentice," I explained. "I still am, in fact."

Xig gave me a long, silent look, his mouth parts quietly working as he thought about what I had said. I could hear his clicking - more a mutter than anything else - but I couldn't make out a single recognizable sound. After ten, fifteen seconds, he tapped out again. {You're really Darth Rakali's apprentice?}

"Yeah."

{Are you alright?} I snorted at that, and he hurriedly typed. {I mean in general! You seem off, I think, but human emotions are hard to read. Your mouth parts don't move much.}

I didn't know if he meant human mouth parts in general, or mine in particular, but my hand went to my mouth on automatic to check it. My expression, I'm sure, was empty and dull. Xig had noticed that and tried to check on me; Errai had noticed and tried to start manipulating me. Even through the thick fog that interspecies empathy created, I could tell that he was genuinely concerned my health and well being, one carapaced hand reaching out gently for my head, patting my cheek with a rather doting gentility. "I'm… alive."

{So is everyone else here.} He countered. {Are you well? Emotionally?}

On instinct, I said, "I'm fine," in the most easy, stupid way possible. Zeltrons don't even repress our emotions nearly so much as humans do - we just express them freely, come what may. At least, that was the way I was raised, yet here I was, reflexively covering them up. "No. I… I watched Darth Rakali kill a woman. One who had been nothing but nice to me. It wasn't because of anything I had done, but… it feels like it was."

He nodded, mouth parts clacking and shifting as he considered in a muttering tone of voice. {Tell me about it.}

I took him into one of the unused training arenas before I just went into it, telling him the entire story. Going to another planet, meeting Inessa. I kind of skimmed over the sex because the way his mandibles moved suggested he was barely avoiding puking in response to hearing about the fact that it had happened, much less the actual specifics. I told him about what had happened at Inessa's office, and he nodded along, seeming completely understanding, hand going to my shoulder, then pulling back so he could type.

{What happened was not your fault. Darth Rakali kills whoever she feels like. That is her job. Do not feel guilty.}

I sagged slightly, nodding dumbly. I knew it was true even before he'd said anything, but I couldn't quite manage to get myself to accept it. It had to be my fault, somehow, that these things kept happening, that I kept losing the people who got close to me. But Xig was still here, wasn't he? I hadn't known him very long at all, but his presence did help to ground me. "Thanks. You're probably right. Want to practice?"

I reached for my practice saber, and his mouth parts clattered - I knew enough of his language to know it was an affirmative response, if the fact that he was grabbing his own training saber wasn't enough to tell me that. I lost myself in the moment, the perfect whirlwind of violence, the dance of sabers.

I tried to ignore the fact that that was the way that Darth Rakali taught me to think about it.

* * *

Four days later, I was in the training arena, practicing against one of the combat droids, when the door to my particular cell opened up. Alhenas stood there, with a combat droid of his own. I expected him to realize the room was occupied and leave us be. Instead, there was barely a fraction of a second of mental calculation, and then - "Droid. My compatriot here wishes to practice two on one."

"What? No I don't," I said quickly, but the droid seemed to completely ignore me, its own beatstick coming out. I could barely manage to dodge and weave the one droid - when a second came into things, I started having to properly block and parry, each such strike making me ache and step another foot backwards, and another, my body twisting in response to the sheer force they both brought to bear. Even with my training, I could barely manage to keep up a defense, and that defense hurt, an aching agony with each progressive swipe of their weapons against my training saber.

"I heard about what you did with Errai," he said, his hand on his own training saber, just coldly watching me desperately defend myself. I did feel a rather sharp pang of remorse, now that I was reminded that he actually did have a very understandable reason to want to see the shit kicked out of me - not that it reduced the ache and pains that came with each strike the combat droids brought down. "This is why near humans shouldn't be allowed to become Sith. They start to get ideas about what they can do to us."

Obviously, in retrospect, it was absolutely idiotic to argue that Sith shouldn't hurt other Sith, given that the entire religion amounts to "do whatever you want." At the time, though, I was so focused on defending myself from the frantic, unending attacks of the combat droids that I didn't have much ability to talk. When I did talk, it was to plead with the droids to stop attacking me. "Stop! Please!"

"You are not done. You must complete the program," one of them said, earning a cruel laugh from Alhenas. I remembered how my fight had ended last time I'd been unable to end it prematurely, and decided to try that way - putting my body in the way of one of its more haphazard and weak blows, intentionally falling away from the strike so I hit the ground. It hurt, but not as bad as it had the first time. "Training program complete. You are free to go. I can provide training information in the unlikely event that your future Master wishes to have it."

I wasn't even sure if it was the same one for both lines - the damn things all sounded the same, and the arena chamber seemed to echo. Of course, once I was done with the fight, Alhenas spoke. "That will be all, leave us," he said, before I could come up with the idea of ordering the droid to attack him instead. He loomed over me as I lay on the ground. I got myself halfway to my feet - I was seated, but my soles were against the ground as well as my ass - while pretending to be in pain even doing that. Even if he had understandable reasons to beat the crap out of me, I wanted every advantage I could get. "I cannot imagine you're enjoying yourself right now."

I looked up at him, feeling exhausted. I could feel his emotions, and at this distance, and in this situation, they hit me like a wave. Indignation blotted over with rage. Jealousy mixed into that dangerous soup. Sympathetic pain, the sort that one gets from seeing someone one cares for suffer. Loathing. It was all negative, potent, furious. The highest emotion present was probably the desire for vengeance - everything else was lower, more brutal or cruel or selfish in one way or another.

"So. You're a Zeltron, apparently. Is that how you seduced her? With your pheromones?" He sneered the words out.

I just stared up at him in silence, holding my side where I'd been hit, exaggerating the pain of the injury as best I could. Despite what some might suggest, Zeltron's pheromones just make us 'pop', give us that little extra something that made us more attractive. It's no different from the results of careful makeup use, well-cared for skin, or similar things. As he started to raise his saber in response to my silence, I spoke, buying just that little bit more time for the ache to subside. "I didn't seduce her. She seduced me."

It was the truth. It produced only a snarl, his emotions blooming, not with indignation that I was lying to him, but with jealousy that I had somehow gotten Errai to come after me. I drew up my training saber with a practiced speed and alacrity, blocking his wild strike. He put so much force in it that I was shoved several feet to one side, my body almost thudding to the ground. I just barely managed to force myself to my feet, pushing away the pain, focusing on the fight. He kept himself between me and the door, keeping me from escaping. "Errai would never try to seduce you. You're just a little boy."

His words didn't have the bite of someone who believed firmly they were telling the truth, which was lucky for me, since he wasn't. In a fight, with an injury, against someone bigger than me - I hadn't really seen Alhenas fight, before. Not properly. He seemed more together than Errai, so he might also be a better duelist. I drew my saber, ready to defend myself, but I wanted to convince him to back down instead, my thoughts roaming through his motives, his own feelings. He wanted to humiliate me, to punish me, for what I'd done to Errai. Could I talk him down? Convince him that she would be angry about this when she found out? Probably not. Sith loved infighting. He brought another wild swing down on me, and I narrowly forced it off to the side. He gave a kick of his own at that point, but I dodged backwards out of his way, the wall getting closer to me, increasingly denying me room to maneuver.

Yeah, he knew the basics of combat, even if his anger was currently overpowering his sense. I doubted I could win a war of attrition like this. "I'll help you seduce Errai yourself," I said, desperately grasping for anything I could use to get him to back down. He paused momentarily, squinting down at me, considering the question. Curiosity bubbled up from inside him, and the grasping feeling of ambition. That meant he did have romantic interest in her, not that I really doubted that. "I can-"

"I don't believe you," he said, whipping his sword out in a lightning fast move that managed to get under my guard. It sent me to one side as I gasped in pain. He was focusing on the spot where I'd previously been injured. "Not about your capacity to help me seduce Errai, nor about your intent. You only want to scurry away and hide. I am here to punish you for your grotesque behavior towards h-"

I managed to get an attack in as he monologued, slipping under his guard to slam into his sternum. He went wobbling backwards, barely staying upright, and I took the chance, bolting for the door. He wanted the fight; I didn't, so there was no reason to stick around and keep it going. As I passed him, he swung his saber at my feet, but I leapt over the weapon and got out of the room, rushing out, headed directly for the Solace and Refuge. He gave chase for a bit, but only a bit - maybe ten seconds into the halls before he gave up. I kept running anyway, just in case he changed his mind.

* * *

I avoided being alone after that point. I'd find Xig before I did anything else, practice with him rather than the combat droids. I needed to learn to fight, and Alhenas's behavior had reinforced that the combat droids were unreliable tin cans with programming from some stupid Sith sadist. I didn't see Errai for the remainder of that stay at the Sith temple. Sometimes Darth Rakali would come back to the ship, simply dragging me into a room to train with brutal intensity.

She offered only the quiet comment that she was glad I was staying at the ship again, because it made training me easier. She didn't sleep there, so I didn't get the chance to kill her in said sleep. I might have done it, at that point, all the weird feelings that came from her killing Inessa and everything that followed after it serving to mess with my head. I didn't get the chance, though. Not until weeks after we'd returned to Korriban, after long enough for me to thoroughly digest the feelings and start controlling them rather than acting out.

"We are going on another mission," she told me, succinctly, as she boarded the Solace and Refuge one day. That was all the warning I got before she closed the hatch and started up the sequence to fly the vessel. "My target isn't a woman, so there won't be a repeat of the previous incident," she explained, as our ship gently rose from the surface of Korriban.

Was that some kind of trick? Some bizarre show of maternal affection? "I don't plan on wandering around the planet again," I told her. It was the truth, anyway.

She simply hummed in response, as if quietly considering that statement. She didn't say anything else on the subject for the rest of the journey.

* * *

"Come with me," Darth Rakali said, when we finally arrived on the planet. She didn't bother to glance my way, to ensure I would follow her - I just did it on automatic, knowing the price of disobedience.

The planet we were on was another grotesque cityscape - I first took it in after I was drawn out of the ship itself, seeing the glittering neon colors of its spiraling, multifaceted towers, looking almost crystalline in its architecture. We took a speeder to our destination in silence - other than the hiss of the wind - the colors of the skyline mixing and twisting together from the speed we moved at. When we arrived at our destination, Darth Rakali spoke. "Since you don't wish to explore the planet, you will be staying with the woman here."

"The woman here?" I asked. The question made my brain briefly stutter in confusion, as she simply clicked some buttons, an elevator arriving in front of us. I was going to have a babysitter? No, wait - "You aren't going to kill her, are you?"

"I have no intention of doing so. I suppose if she does something to impede my mission, I might, but I doubt she would." She stepped into the elevator, and I followed after her.

* * *

We were welcomed into an apartment not by a person, but simply by a mechanical hiss as the doors jutted open. Darth Rakali strode inside with confidence, despite the fact that the only sound coming from within was the electric hum of holoscreens and computers.

"You too, kid," came a female voice from inside, and I automatically stepped inside. Wiring crossed across the floor like a tangled mess, vines stretching across an urban terrarium. Various screens showed various things - raw data, text documents, photographs, videos, and more besides. Towering computer blocks with exposed guts sat freely against walls; chairs floated above the unsteady ground that seemed to try to trip you as you walked inside. Darth Rakali stomped forward with confidence, soon finding her destination. I followed shortly after her.

It was the woman we were presumably here to meet - a cyborg, with her left arm replaced by a prosthetic from shortly below the shoulder, her right leg from above the knee, and a visible star-shaped scar on her chest. She wore a sports bra and sweat pants, her dark hair done up in a pigtail, and wore a casual smile as she spun in her seat. For all the mess that her home may have been in, her body itself was well-taken care of, clearly regularly exercising by the tone of her stomach. "Darth Rakali," she said, with a small bow. "The kid's your apprentice, yeah?"

"You will be watching over him as I do my mission. If you fail to keep him safe, I will hunt you down and kill you."

"Got it. Kid, don't leave the apartment, alright?" She reached for a bar on her desk, chomping down on it, before just tossing a small device - smaller than the joint of my thumb - to Darth Rakali. "I can keep you informed with that." She grabbed up a belt that was clearly one great single electronic device. "This'll let you get through their defenses. And this," another small device, this one about the size and general dimensions of my pinky, a blocky grey thing, "well, you can guess." She tossed it underhand, and Darth Rakali caught it and placed it in her baggage.

"Do whatever you want while you are here, Soleil," Darth Rakali said to me, as she collected the belt. "But do not leave, or I will treat you as if you were trying to escape." I swallowed and nodded silently - that was the last thing Darth Rakali said before leaving me there.

The woman watched Darth Rakali leave with a certain placid exhaustion, as if she did this every day. Then she swiveled her chair around, her gaze falling directly on me. "Hi, kid, I'm Linea. What's your name?"

"Soleil."

"Nice to meet you, Soleil." She glanced at her computer for just a moment, then back at me. "So… gonna take a while before she needs me for anything. Honestly it's pretty much all automatic even when she will," she added, fingers gliding across her keyboard to click a couple buttons. "Want to play some video games? It'll ping me if your Master needs me."

I hesitated, and she just patted her lap, inviting me up into it. My gaze fell on her mechanical leg.

"It's a prosthetic," she explained. "It's pretty cool, want to see how it works?" She stretched it out. "I can take it on and off - well, most of it, anyway. I've got a few other bits I use for other occasions." I was getting nothing but a warm, maternal vibe from her, trying her best to give me something to do, and having a surprisingly decent amount of talent with children, given she clearly had none of her own. Eventually, she wound up helping me play a simple puzzle game on her computer, letting me sit in her lap as I enjoyed myself. I lost myself playing it, and she'd just occasionally offer a bit of advice, or tousle my hair, or otherwise show these tiny little acts of human affection.

I expected Darth Rakali to return before too long - instead, she still wasn't back by the time night fell. It wasn't easy to tell it had fallen, either, given the way that the lights radiated into the room, like a half-dozen electric suns that never went out. Only my physical exhaustion clued me into how late it was getting. When I yawned for the second time, she reached out to pause the game. "Gettin' tired, kid? I'm afraid I've only got the one bed, but you can sleep in it. I'll join you in a bit."

"Thank you," I said, more an automatic response to being given something rather than an expression of some heartfelt gratitude.

She hefted me up out of her lap, showing me to her bedroom. It was a tiny space, barely larger than the bed, which was at least a queen sized one. When she closed the door behind me, the room turned pitch black almost instantly, and I curled up under the sheets, closed my eyes, and pretty much immediately went to sleep. I was only woken up some hours later by the gentle trickle in of electronic lighting as she came into the bedroom herself, crawling into bed with me and gently draping her biological arm over my body, her warm body pressing against me as she pulled me close. I was lying towards the center of the bed, so I wound up with my face all but buried in her breasts. It wasn't sexual, just the intimate touch of two people sleeping in the same bed.

My body was less certain that it counted as nonsexual, and I wound up rubbing my hard-on against her thigh as I settled back in to sleep. I could feel her emotional response to that sensation; more an "awww, how cute" than any kind of positive response like what I might have gotten from Errai or Inessa.

It was nice. I just slipped right back into sleep within a few minutes.

* * *

I spent much the next day, and the next, much the same way. Linea set a computer up for me to play games of my own on, freeing her up to work; she stayed in the home at all times, so if I needed anything, she was always there to help. It wasn't as if I was interrupting something: if Darth Rakali was getting any help from her, I didn't see any sign from her. She didn't even give off the ping of anxiety I'd have expected from her helping Darth Rakali over a long distance. She just quietly, diligently worked, her only emotions being intellectual interest, excitement, or (more rarely) boredom. Well, there was also the occasional time when she'd pop her head out of her office specifically, tell me to knock if I needed anything, and close the door; on those occasions, her lust would start to build before she closed the door and spike afterwards, for obvious reasons.

For a Zeltron, there is a certain natural sympathy when we feel someone else's emotions, especially if we like that person. It's like how laughter is contagious. Feeling those pulses of erotic desire brought something inside me up as well, and on the fourth day, I had been long enough without masturbating that the stimulus pushed me to get started doing something. I grabbed a couple paper towels, closed my eyes, and started to fantasize about Inessa, the way we'd fucked, the thrill of making her come again and again. I tried my best to not think about what happened to her afterwards as I masturbated.

It wasn't easy, or entirely effective, either. The occasional flash of her death, or her corpse, served not to entirely dissuade, but always to break off and interrupt my stream of fantasies, forcing me to take a while to get myself fully back in the mood. It was frustrating enough that I barely even noticed as Linea reached her peak, the few long sagging moments of exhaustion of exhaustion that came afterwards. I only consciously realized she was done when she opened the door to her office, and in the process stumbled on me masturbating.

"A-ah, crap, didn't realize you were old enough to be doing that kind of thing," she said, glancing away with a faint blush. Given her normally completely chaste expressions of affection towards me, I was surprised to feel the burbling resumption of lust at the sight of my bare cock. "You know, you'll make less of a mess if you do it in the toilet," she said, staring pointedly at the wall. Her own lust just kept ascending as she stood there, not even looking at me. I had frozen when she'd come out, my hand gripping my cock in a sort of quiet shock. I started to stroke myself off again, as I realized she was physically attracted to me, my hand getting more rapid, my eyes exploring her body freely.

My experience with women thus far had seen me as the seduced party both times. I was young. I had no experience whatsoever with actually drawing a woman into bed. "You're really pretty," I said, just going for complimentary words since I had no idea of what to say beyond them.

"Thanks. Ah. Could you… stop?" She asked it, in this uncertain manner, her actual feelings clearly contradicting any desire to stop. One thing that I find people don't understand about the ability to sense emotions, is that it's the ability to sense emotions, not thoughts. She was experiencing lust, not thinking I want to fuck him. Those are two different things.

"I'd really like to keep doing it." I paused, hesitating before adding, "Would you help me?"

She blushed at that, her cheeks turning genuinely scarlet. She let out an awkward laugh, the sort one lets out when one doesn't have any idea what to say. She felt embarrassed at being asked such a question, but she was still feeling lust. "Help you how?" She asked.

"Help me come," I breathed out, my hand moving rapidly up and down my cock. She bit her lip, her gaze finally turning back to my body again, staring at my erect cock, this time openly taking in its size. I could feel the sort of impressed admiration she felt for my length. I kept jerking off, unable really to stop myself.

"Is Darth Rakali going to mind?"

I shook my head. Even if she did, I wouldn't tell her under any circumstances, so it didn't matter.

Rather than just hopping atop me, she grabbed the back of my chair, quietly moving me into the bedroom. She hefted me easily up out of said chair and laid me down on the bed, my jerking off getting interrupted for just a moment as she did so. She stared down at my cock, throbbing as it was in the open air. Her gaze was soft, affectionate, and then her warm hand wrapped around my length, jerking me off as she stared up at me like that.

There wasn't anything more to it than that. The gentle feeling of her hand wrapping around my length, the sharp contrast of my red skin and her pale pink coloration as her fingers slid up and down my length. I groaned, my cock twitching in her grasp, energetically pleading with her for more, to be allowed to ejaculate. She just kept jerking me off, a soft glow to her cheeks. She stared at my cock rather than my eyes, as if trying to avoid the embarrassment. It only served to arouse me further, to make that gentle up-down movement of her hand on my cock all the more intense and pleasurable.

I squirted before long, spurting out a copious amount of semen, some of it splashing on her face, staining her features lewdly with my white goop. Most of it fell on the bed, as I jerked and came, and she let out a gentle sigh at the mess I'd made, some part of her already anticipating work down the line, but she didn't complain. She just scooped my cum off her face, feeding it into her mouth. "Is that better?" She asked, when she was finished, her face more or less clean of my cum, my length hard and twitching in the air.

It was better. But, I wanted more. I had no idea how far I could take it, so I finally settled on just saying, "please, suck my cock," in this breathless, youthful voice of a young boy who desperately wanted someone to please, suck his cock. Linea popped her lips, considering the thing before her. Hesitating. I liked her, she was nice, so if she had said no, rejected the suggestion… instead she leaned forward, planting a kiss on the tip of my cock.

"How do you know what sucking cock means?" She asked, her eyebrow quirked up. It was curiosity that motivated her, this wasn't just dirty talk.

"I've had sex before," I explained, my length twitching right in front of her face, threatening to blow up at any moment. I felt the pity in her emotions, saw the grimace as she appeared to reconsider sucking me off, no doubt mentally determining that I had been the victim of something terrible. "I liked it." I encouraged it, I sought it out. Those thoughts didn't leave my mouth before Linea leaned forward and simply engulfed my cock in her mouth.

She hummed the moment she had taken me inside her, letting out a soft noise around my length, her glittering eyes lewdly staring up at me, her throat wetly swallowing around my cock. Her fingers dug into the bed sheets on either side of her, her brown eyes vivid and alive with lust as she stared up at me. All the while, my length throbbed inside her throat, as she simply quietly hummed, her hands - both biological and prosthetic - softly and reassuringly rubbing up and down my thighs.

It felt incredible, just that much. Inessa was also clearly sexually experienced, but her blowjobs had nothing on Linea's. There was a passion in her gaze, a quiet twisting back and forth of her tongue on the underside of my cock, her eyes keeping their focus completely on my own, seeming to stare into my very soul, to proclaim, proudly, that she was doing all this for my sake. She held herself down on my length for quite some time, simply choking herself on my cock, my length throbbing in her throat as she did so. Those cool fingers of her prosthetic, the warm ones of her biological hand, both were dripping with affection as they caressed my bare skin, completely guileless, completely giving.

I groaned, panted, twitched. My hips bucked up into her face, my balls slapping at her chin. I could feel the way she was feeling, the constant stream of lust that radiated from her, dripping around thoughts of sexual generosity, wrapping around them so tightly that it could her lust could be felt pulsing in time with each throb of my cock. She held herself down for quite some time, simply choking on my cock - then she peeled back, a wet pop accompanying the exit of my length from her throat, a certain wry smirk to her lips joining it as well. Each thick twitch of my length in front of her was a silent taunt, a dare, but she caught her breath as she stared at it, breasts heaving, one hand stroking my length.

"You can talk, Soleil," she said, her voice sweet as silk, friendly and giving. "Say whatever comes to mind. Even if it's dirty, or mean, I'll understand." That was all she said before slurping my dick back down to the base, her throat squeezing around my dick as she simply swallowed around my length in that position, making me spasm wildly in pleasure, thrashing beneath her.

I was worried that I could come at any moment. My mouth flapped pointlessly for a second or two before I managed to force the air through to speak. "Your throat feels so good, Linea," I gasped out, eyes staring up at the ceiling in impassioned lust, my cock throbbing wildly inside her mouth. My hands went down for her scalp, grasping her ponytail, holding her by it as I ground my hips fruitlessly against her face, my body declaring that I should come any time now, that I should spray out hot cum all over the inside of her mouth.

I managed to avoid giving into that urge, instead peeling her off my cock. It left her mouth with a wet pop, the expression on her face unsure - had she failed to do something? Messed it up somehow? Those were the concerns that were obviously running through her mind as my length twitched in the air. There was no thought of her own pleasure, her own pride. She just wanted to make me feel good. It was intensely erotic, seeing her like that, looking up at me, almost pouting.

"It felt too good," I told her, breathless. My cock twitched, threatening to explode right on her face as she gently smiled. Then she dove down my length again, taking me to the base in her mouth, humming softly around my length as she swiveled her head around, nose pressed into my pubes, mouth wetly smacking. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth, gently staining and coating my length, my cock throbbing with desperate energy as she worked me over. I lost control at that point, grasping her ponytail and holding her down as I simply ejaculated directly down her throat, closing my eyes and gasping in pleasure.

When I was completely spent in her throat, she popped off, gently smiling, wiping her mouth as she reached down and tousled my hair. "Don't tell your master about this," she told me.

My cock was still erect in that moment, ready and willing to go another round, but I nodded. "I won't," I reassured her. She gave me a quick peck on the head, rising from the bed, still completely clothed. There was a warmth to her expression, an unselfish happiness that she had made me feel good, that made it impossible to ask for more, even for a young me. I tucked my cock away and let sleep overtake me as I lay there on the bed.

* * *

That was not the last time that Linea would fellate me. She was always generous and sweet with each loving blowjob, her only thought being to make me feel good. Sometimes, she would masturbate afterwards, entirely separate from me, some amount of shame tinging the feeling.

We became closer too. Not because of the sex itself - that took place in near silence, the only words exchanged being my statement that I was hard again, her direction that I lie down, and then countless new ways to rephrase the sentence, "You sucking my cock feels incredible." Afterwards, she would tuck me into bed with a sweetness and maternal gentility that made it impossible to ask for anything more, to suggest I was unsatisfied.

No, we became closer because she - perhaps out of some tingling sense of guilt that she was taking advantage of me - would start talking to me more, chatting about things, suggesting we play games together, her on her computer, me on "mine". From time to time, she'd have to stop the game, quitting out and going into business mode, saying various quick, clipped sentences describing how to apply certain devices, or asking for more specifics on whatever was going on. I caught some of it, but she was really focused at the software end of things, so she understood things I had absolutely no comprehension of.

It was nice. It was homey. Just having something nice felt like it was going to get ruined, that at any moment Darth Rakali was going to show up and cut off her head. There was nothing I could do to stop that from happening if it was going to.

One thing I came to notice was that she never left her home. Never. It was clear that it wasn't a consequence of my presence in particular - she had trash chutes directly in one of the walls, regular deliveries of food, everything one needs to remain ensconced in a few rooms indefinitely. She exercised right there, doing sit ups and squats and more to keep herself limber. It gave an almost otherworldly feeling to the entire space, as if we were separated from the galaxy itself. Just the two of us, together. Cuddling. Talking. Playing games. Enjoying one another's company. I didn't even miss outside, really, during the time we spent together.

Linea seemed lively and friendly, happy to have someone to share her space with. It became increasingly clear to me, the longer I stayed there, that she had no other friends, no one else she spent time with, not even via her computers. Every conversation she had was one clipped and businesslike; every time I would glance over her shoulder, she would be coding, or playing some puzzle game. My presence was a welcomed change from whatever isolated life she had been living before then.

Then Darth Rakali came back. It had been weeks of the two of us sharing a space, Linea sweetly blowing me day in and day out. Rakali simply arrived, tossed a credit chip at Linea, and grabbed my wrist. I could feel Linea's own unhappiness, as I started to be pulled along, that we were going to be separated, and I blurted out the first words that came to mind. "Can Linea come with us?" I asked, in a desperate voice.

Rakali looked up at Linea, her eyes clearly trying to determine if the woman had put me up to this. The silence that followed was thick enough it would take a lightsaber several minutes to cut through.

"If she wants to," Darth Rakali said, turning to go, not even staying to talk to her, to offer some explanation of where we would be, simply dragging me out alongside her.

Linea stared blankly at the door as we went, not quite rising from her seat, yet seeming dearly to want to. When we were halfway down by the elevator, it displayed that it had been called from her floor, and I let out a small sigh of relief. Rakali pursed her lips and clicked the button to clear the elevator's orders, causing it to go right back up to collect Linea.

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