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World's Worst Sith Master, Chapter 3
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Inessa and I both lost track of time in that hotel room, as I rutted inside her, playing with her breasts. She would pant and twist beneath me, hot breaths escaping her throat, her dark skin made sleek and shiny with her sweat. Her eyes looked up at me, this loose, limp expression on her face, her dark hair a tangle around her features. At some point I started to fuck her tits, pressing the firm round orbs tight around my dick, all her sweat serving to lubricate my cock's passage. Occasionally she'd drag her head up for a second or two, licking at the very tip of my cock, before falling back down, exhausted by such a simple action.
Then her comms went off. I paused in my stroking between her breasts, and she gave me a silent look, as if to say she didn't like it, but she probably should answer that. I had to get it for her, and she had just enough strength to hold the comm to her ear. "What is it?" Her voice was a stern bark, completely unlike the consistently saccharine nature of our conversation earlier. "It has? Fu-dge. He's there? Okay. Tell him another meeting ran long," she said, glancing at my groin with an almost mournful expression. "I'll be there shortly."
She rose, unsteadily, from her position lying on her back, looking me up and down. "That was a lot of fun, Soleil. Do you have anywhere I can drop you off?"
"No, not really," I said, and she looked at me with genuine pity. "I'm just waiting for Darth Rakali to come pick me up."
She frowned at that, clearly not believing me. "I'll take you to my office - you can wait there. First, let's get showered and dressed - we can take one together, but you have to behave," she said, in the sweetest voice. "I'd be happy to meet this 'Darth Rakali' of yours."
She really wouldn't, but I could probably find an opportunity to get out before Darth Rakali came looking for me. Plus, she didn't look inclined to take no for an answer on the 'come with me' plan. "Okay, fine." She giggled at that, tossling my hair, and we showered together - we didn't do any more than that, no matter how many times my hard cock smacked against her thighs. When somebody's busy, they're busy, sadly.
* * *
Darth Rakali felt a small group of presences enter the home office of Inessa. One, she recognized as the quiet profile of her apprentice. The other three were two trandoshan men, one human woman. The female left a rot-stained impression, like a carcass left out to rot too long, only lightly tinted with fresh citrus to try to disguise the scent, nothing effective against her. The males were more stained in that staid, drab black that was most commonly found on Imperial officers and martinets, the placid well-worn sign of an obedient lackey.
Inessa, most likely, but Darth Rakali waited patiently. Her gaze was on a mirror she could just barely see from this position, which in turn would catch sight of anyone to enter the bedroom she stood outside at the moment. The reason for her apprentice's presence was unclear to her - he did not seem to have any idea about what was about to happen. He was taken to the bedroom and deposited with the pair of trandoshans; she could see in the mirror as one of them produced a deck of pazaak cards, clearly intending to play with him.
He never had the chance. She moved, the gusts of wind cutting out as the windowed door closed behind her. The sound of howling noise between buildings was loud enough to attract the attention of the pair, but she simply slid forward, carving freely through their flesh before they could draw their own blasters. Inside the space between heartbeats, their bodies were toppling, dead, to the ground. She looked down at her trembling apprentice, who stared up at her, utterly stupefied by her appearance. His lips worked, trying to produce sound, and she could see the raw fear in his eyes, just as much as she could feel it. It wasn't tempered by courage at the moment, cold reason overpowering any remainder of bravery he may have felt.
"I, I wasn't trying to escape," he managed to say at last, his hands raised up defensively. He hadn't even bothered to draw his training saber to defend himself should she try to kill him - not that there would be much point.
She stepped forward towards him, leaned down so they were eye to eye. She had only injected pure fear into his mind the once, but the aftermath was clear, the way he trembled such an absolute delight of a thing. She smiled and pulled back a moment later. "Why are you here, then?"
"I- I said that I didn't have a mother, or any place to be, and she tried to…"
Rakali put her finger to his lips, silencing him instantly. There were seventeen other presences in the building. One of them was Inessa. "I see. The Force has simply drawn us together again." She drew her saber, closing her eyes to reach out with the force, paying special attention to the rest of the building. "This is convenient. Wait here, quietly. I will be back shortly, and then we'll leave."
* * *
She left the room, then, abandoning me to stand next to the dead bodies of the fairly nice trandoshans, one of whom had suggested we play pazaak to pass the time while Inessa handled her business. Their carved up forms didn't bleed - Darth Rakali's lightsaber had simply cauterized whatever wounds she left.
My instinct in such confrontations was silence and stealth, so I remained quiet as I leaned down over one of the dead men's bodies, but my fingers paused over the blaster. I'd been taught - over and over - by Darth Rakali that I didn't have a dream of killing her, even by surprise. She was always aware of my presence before I could get off that critical shot or stab her or do whatever else. As I tried to come up with some sort of plan - my hands still trembling around the blaster - I could feel the rush of fear and pain that came from each person in turn, the silent statement that I was failing them, letting them die. Darth Rakali was quick and quiet and stealthy enough not to let them do anything but let out a shattered gasp.
My legs wobbled as I made my way to the door. I had to do this, didn't I? It was the right thing, wasn't it? She was evil, wasn't she? I tried to tamp down on those kinds of thoughts. Thinking about it would only make me hesitate, decide this was a bad idea, that maybe I should do the smart thing and put the gun away. But it wasn't me who was in trouble, now, it wasn't even strangers, it was a woman who had been quite genuinely kind to me, even if she perhaps had behaved in a way that wouldn't be appropriate to do with a human eleven year old - I didn't really know how baseline humans developed sexually.
It didn't matter. By the time I emerged from the bedroom, the next room up was emptied of life; when I made my way through that, there was another dead room. Only if I ran could I get there in time, and I had to stay quiet, or it would all be for nothing.
It happened… I don't know how long it took, exactly. Probably not even two minutes. One of them managed to scream before Rakali could kill them, and there wasn't just panicked agony, now, in the bubbles of emotions roiling off the various people here. There was also readiness, a steeling of the will, confusion, curiosity, all the other emotions that emerged when a fight started. I stopped in my tracks, then, staring blankly forward. What could I hope to do that ten - nine, now, trained men, all armed by the sounds of it, couldn't? The obvious answer was nothing.
I kept walking anyway. Following the path of carnage Rakali had left. I didn't even bother keeping quiet as I walked, looking at the dead bodies. Was this my fault? Had I brought her here somehow? I swallowed the saliva that had built up in my mouth as I approached the room where, one by one, the consciousnesses were being winked out. The door had been left to hang open, so I simply had to step out and-
Watch as Rakali neatly decapitated Inessa. The last living person here. She let out a sigh of relief that was almost sexual, her whole body gently trembling with the afterglow of the intense physical exertion. She turned her gaze to me a moment later, and I immediately dropped the blaster from my hands in a silent show of submission. She just smiled, approaching me, and gave my hair a tossle. "You know that wouldn't have done anything, don't you? I was sent to this planet to kill these people. There was never anything that you could have done."
I could only mutely nod.
"If you see anything you like, you can take it as a souvenir." She gave the room a quick once-over, as if checking to see if there was anything that caught her eye. I couldn't bring myself to give it a second look, just turning away from the door. It was the same as the last time. She had just killed them all, neatly and cleanly, like the monster in some old holovid. Left corpses scattered around in her wake. She placed one hand on my head as she approached, silently guiding me out of the building, back to the Solace and Refuge, and I hated her even more because she just maintained a solemn silence.
When we were back on the ship, she forced me to practice against her for hours every day until we arrived back on Korriban. It left me aching, my whole body sore. Any ability to try to keep my head together had vanished in the aftermath - what happened to Inessa gave it all an air of inevitability. It wasn't that she was a better person, or that I loved her more, than my parents. It was that my parents and everyone else had been horrible, but it had been a one-off. I had something to cling to, the idea that one day Darth Rakali would fall before me, my parents avenged, and it let me move onward towards a goal.
Now, it felt as though no matter what I did, everything around me would be destroyed by Darth Rakali. That she was like a curse hanging around me, afflicting anyone who was unlucky to get too close. I collapsed into bed each night like a dead man, a corpse whose wiry arms simply tangled against the bed beneath me, a limp and dead thing, enervated by what I'd been through, both that day in general.
* * *
When we arrived back on Korriban, I was once again abandoned. For a brief time, I just stood there, almost slack-jawed. Then, robotically, almost more of habit than anything else, I made my way towards the training rooms, grabbing a combat droid so I could get my ass brutally kicked by somebody who wouldn't stop even when I wanted to. All the training droids had the same psycho pressure that never gave in until you destroyed them or they had beaten you into submission, after all.
I was bringing it towards one of the training rooms when a voice I recognized spoke up. "Soleil?" It was female - a glance back at it showed it was Errai. I could feel her emotions. Predation. Opportunity. Ambition. There was no sadism, though, which put her one step above Darth Rakali. "You feeling okay?" Her concern was completely fake. There wasn't the slightest trace of it under the surface. Even without my empathic abilities, I doubt I would have fallen for it. But I didn't need to. "I'm sorry about kickin' up a fuss for you and the bug-"
"Xig. His name is Xig."
"Right. The bug Xig," she said. I had to restrain a laugh at how ridiculous she sounded. "I've got some credits to burn - could treat you to something nice. Some frost-coated chocolate treats." You could say it was the same act that Inessa had put on, except hers was far less competent, and there wasn't the tiniest hint of affection beneath the surface. "What do you say? Want to try it out?"
For a long moment of silence. I simply stared at her dully, my emotions rather constrained in the moment, the melancholy of powerlessness seizing up my senses. Finally, I managed to force my lips to work, to say something: "Sure."
* * *
The date itself was as pleasant as any date with an unpleasant person could be. She bought me treats, talked about how smart I was, and occasionally idly circled around the actual reason she was here: Darth Rakali. What was she like? How did I get picked to be her apprentice? I gave her the honest truth, in all its blunt uselessness: sadistic and purposeful; and she'd simply picked me out of the blue, without me having said anything to her at all.
"You must have done something to prove yourself, right?" She asked, almost desperate for anything useful.
Only point a blaster at her - and then, accomplished nothing. "Not really, no."
"Not really?" She prompted, eyes a little desperate. I could only guess at how long she had been languishing as an unattached Sith trainee, but given her poor form and general lack of any clear discipline, it was probably quite some time. "But maybe a little?"
I frowned faintly, staring her down. Would Darth Rakali respond well, if she tried to kill the woman? "I don't think she'd be interested in you, and I don't think there's anything I could tell you to do that would make her start if you did it." I sipped the syrupy, thick drink that I'd been served. It had a cloying taste, clinging to my palate like superglue even after I had gulped it all down.
"I wasn't asking for advice," Errai snapped, sounding overly defensive, anger boiling beneath the surface that I'd so easily stepped around her layers of deception. I just gave her a grimace and took another drink, and she sidled up next to me at the table, until her thigh pressed against mine.
Despite her sometimes crude speaking pattern, she dressed in a fairly smart uniform, the imperial emblem on the collar. It had a relatively short skirt, one with long, thin cuts on either side, providing her with the full range of flexibility. The other consequence was that, this close up, her thigh brushed against mine, as she stared at me with a look of ravenous curiosity on her face. Her hair was done back in a tight bun, and it was easy to see her suddenly as an attractive young woman, as she peered into my eyes.
My eyes dipped a little down her body, to her substantial bust, and she mimicked me, eyes sliding down my body to find me erect, a smile on her lips. "Oh wow. Do you… want some help with that?" Her hand reached down for my groin, and she smiled as she saw - and felt - my reaction. "Let me make it up to you by taking care of this. It must ache a lot, right?" She teased with a gentle smile.
"Sure," I said. Sex, for Zeltrons, is very normal. It's not some sacred deep thing. Agreeing to sex with someone you don't particularly like is more like choosing to pig out with someone you don't particularly like. Admittedly, I doubt that Errai would have done it if she'd known that was the emotional weight I was putting on the act, but I certainly didn't care. "I know a place we can have some privacy."
* * *
"Is this really safe?" Errai asked, as we got aboard the Solace and Refuge. The ship was, of course, completely empty and devoid of life. Thus Darth Rakali not noticing my absence from it until she came to fetch me. "It's Darth Rakali's own ship, isn't it?"
"It's safe. She said I could use it as long as I didn't try to leave the planet." Errai seemed to accept that, glancing through the corridors. I was absently reminded with each room that we passed, how it had been used when the ship had been full of life, populated by my family. There, the kitchen Mr. Gevlasho had used. There, my parents old bedroom. The library that Inien had kept carefully maintained on the ship, covered with datapads. All the people I'd lost getting put in my face… I had to wonder if perhaps the reason I hadn't come back wasn't fear of Darth Rakali, but fear of this. Of being reminded of everywhere I'd been through.
Still, I steeled myself, leading her to the room that was mine, closing and locking my door. I ignored the last few keepsakes of my parents - the old plush squid they'd given me, the globe that contained a false miniature city, the datapad on animals from the Outer Rim that could only be described as monsters - and instead let Errai easily push me down into my bed, pressing me into the mattress as she moved to straddle me. With her scar, the triumphant smirk she wore, her belief of her own victory over me, seemed even more exaggerated and cruel.
"I'll take goo~ood care of you," she said, her voice soothingly sweet, even though her heart was pounding more with the ecstasy of victory over a vanquished foe than anything like care or sexual desire. Her fingers gently brushed against my cheek. "Such good care of you." There was no malice in it. This was a plan to manipulate me, not to kill me. If it had been the latter… I don't think I would have fallen into the trap so readily.
Her hands grasped the base of my pants, pulling them down, and her eyebrows shot up as she saw my hard cock pop up into the open air. There was genuine surprise in her. Her fingers gingerly reached for my length, starting to softly stroke it, a sort of expression of sheer surprise on her face. It was obvious that she hadn't expected me to be so large, as her fingers slid up and down my length. She swallowed a bit, perhaps even seeming… enticed, by the possibilities of what she was seeing, her lips curling up as some lust entered into her emotions. That she'd be able to enjoy this too, rather than a perfunctory… whatever she'd been planning.
For a few seconds, she simply stroked my length, as if to mentally assure herself that it had reached its full height, and she had the right of it. Then she hiked up her skirt, peeled off her panties and tossed them aside, moving herself to straddle me, teasing her slick sex at the tip of my cock. She took in one quick, sharp breath, then began to gingerly slide down my length, taking me inside her.
I could feel the way her lust began to rise with the movements; women's libidos generally were slower than men's to rise to their full crescendo in my experience, and that was what I was seeing here. There had been piqued interest, a sort of, "I wonder," when she'd first seen my full girth. As she gingerly moved her body up and down my length, it rapidly rose to be more along the lines of, "This is going to be great," the more it went on. At first, her movements were slow, almost agonizingly so, my length vanishing into her wet sex inch by inch as she descended down my hard cock. Her breath was a little ragged, her eyes wild with lust. They seemed not so much interested in me, as the sensations she was experiencing, unfocused, looking past me as though I weren't there.
I just lay there, looking at her body as she bounced atop me. Her full breasts were scarcely disguised within her top, bouncing faintly with each pump of her hips. Her hands pressed down against the mattress for support as she leaned forward over me, exaggerating their size as she neared me with them.
"Mmm, does this feel, guh, good for you?" It was lamely sputtered out, more a perfunctory thing. She had functionally forgotten why she'd even dragged herself into my bed, why she was riding me in the first place. All those attempts to manipulate me had soaked right out of her wet sex onto my cock. My best guess at the time was that she hadn't had much in the way of sex since she'd become a Sith, or maybe just my natural Zeltron sexiness having its effect on her. In either case, I started to fuck up into her, pumping my hips into her sex, making her sputter in surprise. After a few seconds of that, she managed to gather enough of herself to start talking. "Yeah, you like it, right, you're enjoying yourself, it feels good, huh? We can do this again, in the future," she added, clearly trying to manipulate me despite the fact that she was obviously enjoying herself much more than I was.
I let her ride me like that for a while. Her ragged breaths filled the air in my room, the wet squelches of each bounce seeming to echo in my ears. I was content to just lose myself in the moment and let her lose herself too - for Zeltrons, it's deeply pleasant to be surrounded by good feelings, and right now, there was only her sexual ecstasy as far as I could sense. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed, both the feeling of her tight sex around my cock, and her own intense pleasure at the experience, the way she completely surrendered herself to passion in the moment.
As she rode me like that, though, some faint part of me recalled Inessa, despite their sharp differences. It then recalled Darth Rakali killing her, and I felt not disgust or fear, but anger. My eyes snapped open, seeing the stupid look on Errai's face. Even with her mouth open and her eyes hazy, her scar gave her this vicious look. She idolized the Sith, chewed up every last bit of their ideology and spat it out on demand, was desperate to get in the good graces of a Master like Darth Rakali… and at that moment, there was no one I hated more than Darth Rakali. I grabbed her by the hips and started to twist, using my body and hers to send her tumbling onto her back, hitting the mattress with a heavy thump.
"H-huh?" She sputtered, confused by why she was on her back. I spread her legs wide, my fingers digging into her thighs, my own red coloration sharply contrasting with her pale skin as I fucked her absolutely senseless. I used my senses to identify what made her feel good, to tease her body in just the right way, and just as with Inessa, my sexual stamina was far greater than hers. Here, the difference was even sharper, more intense. I could pound away at her, balls slapping her ass as my cock dove deep into her, and she could only sputter, her mouth opening and closing in a sort of senselessness to it.
"You want to get in good with Darth Rakali, huh?" At some point, one of my hands had moved from her thigh to her throat, a purely threatening movement in the moment. "If you want to get in good with her, be a good girl for me and just stay there." There was a relief that came with the sadistic moment, a kind of sick clarity that wiped away the sense of doom and gloom that had rained over me ever since Inessa's death, and the broader malaise that predated it. I felt her orgasm approach, and just as it hit her, I clenched my fingers around her throat. She jerked beneath me wildly, going cross-eyed, mouth hanging open, wet splatters of saliva escaping her lips. Her hands didn't even reach up to stop me, they were too busy being balled into fists at her side and pounded against the mattress.
When she came down from that orgasm, I just kept going. I was relentless with her pussy, and I irregularly choked her. It gave such a thrill of power to me, someone who had felt powerless. There was the occasional unpleasant wave of displeasure on Errai, when I choked her for too long, but as long as I let up when it hit, I got to instead enjoy the gentle, constant ecstasy she was experienced as I fucked her brains out.
I spoke, but in retrospect, I'm not sure it was intelligible. I meant to say things like, "This is what a Sith gets," "I'm the Master now," and "My pleasure's most important," but they may have come out as meaningless growls of animal emotion, thick with phlegm.
I don't think she was really in the mood to listen, anyway. She'd stopped talking at some point, and not just due to my irregular choking, but also just her own pleasure. All the noises she could make were squeals and moans of pleasure, her head casting about, her juices thickly slobbering all over my cock as I enjoyed her body with relentless, selfish force.
Unlike with Inessa, I didn't switch it up. I took few breaks. When I came inside Errai for the first time, I simply held myself down inside her, groping her thighs or ass and occasionally gripping her throat, as my half-erect cock remained inside her. She tried to gather herself, to take advantage of the lull in my pumps to start trying to take control again, but all she managed to do was wetly flap her gums a few times before I was hard inside her again and silencing her with a mix of choking and pumping away. I fucked her in the cunt right up until the end, having unloaded inside her sex a dozen times while she'd come probably a hundred, her uniform thoroughly soaked in her own sweat, my hair sticking to my cheeks as I leered down at her, watched some of my semen trickle out from between her legs.
I was caught up in the moment. It had felt so good, to simply let go, to find release. To revel in - I knew, deep down, even at the time - the Dark Side. In power. I'd heard that Sith tortured people into joining them, and up until that moment, it had never made sense to me. After it? It was the only thing that made sense. Hurt someone hard enough, make them feel powerless enough, and they'll hurt someone else, just to regain the tiniest feeling of power again. Even as a Zeltron, literally feeling her anxiety and fear as I choked her, I still enjoyed what we did.
When I woke up the next day, I let Errai clean her clothes off in the ship's washing machine. I kept my distance, in fact, and we parted ways without much in terms of words. No "See you again," no "Put in a good word for me," no "Sorry for losing control," no "I enjoyed it." Just her in her underwear quietly staring at the washing machine as it cleaned her clothes so she could be presentable again, running the shower for three or four minutes to clear away the sweat from her body, and then leaving me alone, on the ship, with my thoughts and my feelings.
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Inessa and I both lost track of time in that hotel room, as I rutted inside her, playing with her breasts. She would pant and twist beneath me, hot breaths escaping her throat, her dark skin made sleek and shiny with her sweat. Her eyes looked up at me, this loose, limp expression on her face, her dark hair a tangle around her features. At some point I started to fuck her tits, pressing the firm round orbs tight around my dick, all her sweat serving to lubricate my cock's passage. Occasionally she'd drag her head up for a second or two, licking at the very tip of my cock, before falling back down, exhausted by such a simple action.
Then her comms went off. I paused in my stroking between her breasts, and she gave me a silent look, as if to say she didn't like it, but she probably should answer that. I had to get it for her, and she had just enough strength to hold the comm to her ear. "What is it?" Her voice was a stern bark, completely unlike the consistently saccharine nature of our conversation earlier. "It has? Fu-dge. He's there? Okay. Tell him another meeting ran long," she said, glancing at my groin with an almost mournful expression. "I'll be there shortly."
She rose, unsteadily, from her position lying on her back, looking me up and down. "That was a lot of fun, Soleil. Do you have anywhere I can drop you off?"
"No, not really," I said, and she looked at me with genuine pity. "I'm just waiting for Darth Rakali to come pick me up."
She frowned at that, clearly not believing me. "I'll take you to my office - you can wait there. First, let's get showered and dressed - we can take one together, but you have to behave," she said, in the sweetest voice. "I'd be happy to meet this 'Darth Rakali' of yours."
She really wouldn't, but I could probably find an opportunity to get out before Darth Rakali came looking for me. Plus, she didn't look inclined to take no for an answer on the 'come with me' plan. "Okay, fine." She giggled at that, tossling my hair, and we showered together - we didn't do any more than that, no matter how many times my hard cock smacked against her thighs. When somebody's busy, they're busy, sadly.
* * *
Darth Rakali felt a small group of presences enter the home office of Inessa. One, she recognized as the quiet profile of her apprentice. The other three were two trandoshan men, one human woman. The female left a rot-stained impression, like a carcass left out to rot too long, only lightly tinted with fresh citrus to try to disguise the scent, nothing effective against her. The males were more stained in that staid, drab black that was most commonly found on Imperial officers and martinets, the placid well-worn sign of an obedient lackey.
Inessa, most likely, but Darth Rakali waited patiently. Her gaze was on a mirror she could just barely see from this position, which in turn would catch sight of anyone to enter the bedroom she stood outside at the moment. The reason for her apprentice's presence was unclear to her - he did not seem to have any idea about what was about to happen. He was taken to the bedroom and deposited with the pair of trandoshans; she could see in the mirror as one of them produced a deck of pazaak cards, clearly intending to play with him.
He never had the chance. She moved, the gusts of wind cutting out as the windowed door closed behind her. The sound of howling noise between buildings was loud enough to attract the attention of the pair, but she simply slid forward, carving freely through their flesh before they could draw their own blasters. Inside the space between heartbeats, their bodies were toppling, dead, to the ground. She looked down at her trembling apprentice, who stared up at her, utterly stupefied by her appearance. His lips worked, trying to produce sound, and she could see the raw fear in his eyes, just as much as she could feel it. It wasn't tempered by courage at the moment, cold reason overpowering any remainder of bravery he may have felt.
"I, I wasn't trying to escape," he managed to say at last, his hands raised up defensively. He hadn't even bothered to draw his training saber to defend himself should she try to kill him - not that there would be much point.
She stepped forward towards him, leaned down so they were eye to eye. She had only injected pure fear into his mind the once, but the aftermath was clear, the way he trembled such an absolute delight of a thing. She smiled and pulled back a moment later. "Why are you here, then?"
"I- I said that I didn't have a mother, or any place to be, and she tried to…"
Rakali put her finger to his lips, silencing him instantly. There were seventeen other presences in the building. One of them was Inessa. "I see. The Force has simply drawn us together again." She drew her saber, closing her eyes to reach out with the force, paying special attention to the rest of the building. "This is convenient. Wait here, quietly. I will be back shortly, and then we'll leave."
* * *
She left the room, then, abandoning me to stand next to the dead bodies of the fairly nice trandoshans, one of whom had suggested we play pazaak to pass the time while Inessa handled her business. Their carved up forms didn't bleed - Darth Rakali's lightsaber had simply cauterized whatever wounds she left.
My instinct in such confrontations was silence and stealth, so I remained quiet as I leaned down over one of the dead men's bodies, but my fingers paused over the blaster. I'd been taught - over and over - by Darth Rakali that I didn't have a dream of killing her, even by surprise. She was always aware of my presence before I could get off that critical shot or stab her or do whatever else. As I tried to come up with some sort of plan - my hands still trembling around the blaster - I could feel the rush of fear and pain that came from each person in turn, the silent statement that I was failing them, letting them die. Darth Rakali was quick and quiet and stealthy enough not to let them do anything but let out a shattered gasp.
My legs wobbled as I made my way to the door. I had to do this, didn't I? It was the right thing, wasn't it? She was evil, wasn't she? I tried to tamp down on those kinds of thoughts. Thinking about it would only make me hesitate, decide this was a bad idea, that maybe I should do the smart thing and put the gun away. But it wasn't me who was in trouble, now, it wasn't even strangers, it was a woman who had been quite genuinely kind to me, even if she perhaps had behaved in a way that wouldn't be appropriate to do with a human eleven year old - I didn't really know how baseline humans developed sexually.
It didn't matter. By the time I emerged from the bedroom, the next room up was emptied of life; when I made my way through that, there was another dead room. Only if I ran could I get there in time, and I had to stay quiet, or it would all be for nothing.
It happened… I don't know how long it took, exactly. Probably not even two minutes. One of them managed to scream before Rakali could kill them, and there wasn't just panicked agony, now, in the bubbles of emotions roiling off the various people here. There was also readiness, a steeling of the will, confusion, curiosity, all the other emotions that emerged when a fight started. I stopped in my tracks, then, staring blankly forward. What could I hope to do that ten - nine, now, trained men, all armed by the sounds of it, couldn't? The obvious answer was nothing.
I kept walking anyway. Following the path of carnage Rakali had left. I didn't even bother keeping quiet as I walked, looking at the dead bodies. Was this my fault? Had I brought her here somehow? I swallowed the saliva that had built up in my mouth as I approached the room where, one by one, the consciousnesses were being winked out. The door had been left to hang open, so I simply had to step out and-
Watch as Rakali neatly decapitated Inessa. The last living person here. She let out a sigh of relief that was almost sexual, her whole body gently trembling with the afterglow of the intense physical exertion. She turned her gaze to me a moment later, and I immediately dropped the blaster from my hands in a silent show of submission. She just smiled, approaching me, and gave my hair a tossle. "You know that wouldn't have done anything, don't you? I was sent to this planet to kill these people. There was never anything that you could have done."
I could only mutely nod.
"If you see anything you like, you can take it as a souvenir." She gave the room a quick once-over, as if checking to see if there was anything that caught her eye. I couldn't bring myself to give it a second look, just turning away from the door. It was the same as the last time. She had just killed them all, neatly and cleanly, like the monster in some old holovid. Left corpses scattered around in her wake. She placed one hand on my head as she approached, silently guiding me out of the building, back to the Solace and Refuge, and I hated her even more because she just maintained a solemn silence.
When we were back on the ship, she forced me to practice against her for hours every day until we arrived back on Korriban. It left me aching, my whole body sore. Any ability to try to keep my head together had vanished in the aftermath - what happened to Inessa gave it all an air of inevitability. It wasn't that she was a better person, or that I loved her more, than my parents. It was that my parents and everyone else had been horrible, but it had been a one-off. I had something to cling to, the idea that one day Darth Rakali would fall before me, my parents avenged, and it let me move onward towards a goal.
Now, it felt as though no matter what I did, everything around me would be destroyed by Darth Rakali. That she was like a curse hanging around me, afflicting anyone who was unlucky to get too close. I collapsed into bed each night like a dead man, a corpse whose wiry arms simply tangled against the bed beneath me, a limp and dead thing, enervated by what I'd been through, both that day in general.
* * *
When we arrived back on Korriban, I was once again abandoned. For a brief time, I just stood there, almost slack-jawed. Then, robotically, almost more of habit than anything else, I made my way towards the training rooms, grabbing a combat droid so I could get my ass brutally kicked by somebody who wouldn't stop even when I wanted to. All the training droids had the same psycho pressure that never gave in until you destroyed them or they had beaten you into submission, after all.
I was bringing it towards one of the training rooms when a voice I recognized spoke up. "Soleil?" It was female - a glance back at it showed it was Errai. I could feel her emotions. Predation. Opportunity. Ambition. There was no sadism, though, which put her one step above Darth Rakali. "You feeling okay?" Her concern was completely fake. There wasn't the slightest trace of it under the surface. Even without my empathic abilities, I doubt I would have fallen for it. But I didn't need to. "I'm sorry about kickin' up a fuss for you and the bug-"
"Xig. His name is Xig."
"Right. The bug Xig," she said. I had to restrain a laugh at how ridiculous she sounded. "I've got some credits to burn - could treat you to something nice. Some frost-coated chocolate treats." You could say it was the same act that Inessa had put on, except hers was far less competent, and there wasn't the tiniest hint of affection beneath the surface. "What do you say? Want to try it out?"
For a long moment of silence. I simply stared at her dully, my emotions rather constrained in the moment, the melancholy of powerlessness seizing up my senses. Finally, I managed to force my lips to work, to say something: "Sure."
* * *
The date itself was as pleasant as any date with an unpleasant person could be. She bought me treats, talked about how smart I was, and occasionally idly circled around the actual reason she was here: Darth Rakali. What was she like? How did I get picked to be her apprentice? I gave her the honest truth, in all its blunt uselessness: sadistic and purposeful; and she'd simply picked me out of the blue, without me having said anything to her at all.
"You must have done something to prove yourself, right?" She asked, almost desperate for anything useful.
Only point a blaster at her - and then, accomplished nothing. "Not really, no."
"Not really?" She prompted, eyes a little desperate. I could only guess at how long she had been languishing as an unattached Sith trainee, but given her poor form and general lack of any clear discipline, it was probably quite some time. "But maybe a little?"
I frowned faintly, staring her down. Would Darth Rakali respond well, if she tried to kill the woman? "I don't think she'd be interested in you, and I don't think there's anything I could tell you to do that would make her start if you did it." I sipped the syrupy, thick drink that I'd been served. It had a cloying taste, clinging to my palate like superglue even after I had gulped it all down.
"I wasn't asking for advice," Errai snapped, sounding overly defensive, anger boiling beneath the surface that I'd so easily stepped around her layers of deception. I just gave her a grimace and took another drink, and she sidled up next to me at the table, until her thigh pressed against mine.
Despite her sometimes crude speaking pattern, she dressed in a fairly smart uniform, the imperial emblem on the collar. It had a relatively short skirt, one with long, thin cuts on either side, providing her with the full range of flexibility. The other consequence was that, this close up, her thigh brushed against mine, as she stared at me with a look of ravenous curiosity on her face. Her hair was done back in a tight bun, and it was easy to see her suddenly as an attractive young woman, as she peered into my eyes.
My eyes dipped a little down her body, to her substantial bust, and she mimicked me, eyes sliding down my body to find me erect, a smile on her lips. "Oh wow. Do you… want some help with that?" Her hand reached down for my groin, and she smiled as she saw - and felt - my reaction. "Let me make it up to you by taking care of this. It must ache a lot, right?" She teased with a gentle smile.
"Sure," I said. Sex, for Zeltrons, is very normal. It's not some sacred deep thing. Agreeing to sex with someone you don't particularly like is more like choosing to pig out with someone you don't particularly like. Admittedly, I doubt that Errai would have done it if she'd known that was the emotional weight I was putting on the act, but I certainly didn't care. "I know a place we can have some privacy."
* * *
"Is this really safe?" Errai asked, as we got aboard the Solace and Refuge. The ship was, of course, completely empty and devoid of life. Thus Darth Rakali not noticing my absence from it until she came to fetch me. "It's Darth Rakali's own ship, isn't it?"
"It's safe. She said I could use it as long as I didn't try to leave the planet." Errai seemed to accept that, glancing through the corridors. I was absently reminded with each room that we passed, how it had been used when the ship had been full of life, populated by my family. There, the kitchen Mr. Gevlasho had used. There, my parents old bedroom. The library that Inien had kept carefully maintained on the ship, covered with datapads. All the people I'd lost getting put in my face… I had to wonder if perhaps the reason I hadn't come back wasn't fear of Darth Rakali, but fear of this. Of being reminded of everywhere I'd been through.
Still, I steeled myself, leading her to the room that was mine, closing and locking my door. I ignored the last few keepsakes of my parents - the old plush squid they'd given me, the globe that contained a false miniature city, the datapad on animals from the Outer Rim that could only be described as monsters - and instead let Errai easily push me down into my bed, pressing me into the mattress as she moved to straddle me. With her scar, the triumphant smirk she wore, her belief of her own victory over me, seemed even more exaggerated and cruel.
"I'll take goo~ood care of you," she said, her voice soothingly sweet, even though her heart was pounding more with the ecstasy of victory over a vanquished foe than anything like care or sexual desire. Her fingers gently brushed against my cheek. "Such good care of you." There was no malice in it. This was a plan to manipulate me, not to kill me. If it had been the latter… I don't think I would have fallen into the trap so readily.
Her hands grasped the base of my pants, pulling them down, and her eyebrows shot up as she saw my hard cock pop up into the open air. There was genuine surprise in her. Her fingers gingerly reached for my length, starting to softly stroke it, a sort of expression of sheer surprise on her face. It was obvious that she hadn't expected me to be so large, as her fingers slid up and down my length. She swallowed a bit, perhaps even seeming… enticed, by the possibilities of what she was seeing, her lips curling up as some lust entered into her emotions. That she'd be able to enjoy this too, rather than a perfunctory… whatever she'd been planning.
For a few seconds, she simply stroked my length, as if to mentally assure herself that it had reached its full height, and she had the right of it. Then she hiked up her skirt, peeled off her panties and tossed them aside, moving herself to straddle me, teasing her slick sex at the tip of my cock. She took in one quick, sharp breath, then began to gingerly slide down my length, taking me inside her.
I could feel the way her lust began to rise with the movements; women's libidos generally were slower than men's to rise to their full crescendo in my experience, and that was what I was seeing here. There had been piqued interest, a sort of, "I wonder," when she'd first seen my full girth. As she gingerly moved her body up and down my length, it rapidly rose to be more along the lines of, "This is going to be great," the more it went on. At first, her movements were slow, almost agonizingly so, my length vanishing into her wet sex inch by inch as she descended down my hard cock. Her breath was a little ragged, her eyes wild with lust. They seemed not so much interested in me, as the sensations she was experiencing, unfocused, looking past me as though I weren't there.
I just lay there, looking at her body as she bounced atop me. Her full breasts were scarcely disguised within her top, bouncing faintly with each pump of her hips. Her hands pressed down against the mattress for support as she leaned forward over me, exaggerating their size as she neared me with them.
"Mmm, does this feel, guh, good for you?" It was lamely sputtered out, more a perfunctory thing. She had functionally forgotten why she'd even dragged herself into my bed, why she was riding me in the first place. All those attempts to manipulate me had soaked right out of her wet sex onto my cock. My best guess at the time was that she hadn't had much in the way of sex since she'd become a Sith, or maybe just my natural Zeltron sexiness having its effect on her. In either case, I started to fuck up into her, pumping my hips into her sex, making her sputter in surprise. After a few seconds of that, she managed to gather enough of herself to start talking. "Yeah, you like it, right, you're enjoying yourself, it feels good, huh? We can do this again, in the future," she added, clearly trying to manipulate me despite the fact that she was obviously enjoying herself much more than I was.
I let her ride me like that for a while. Her ragged breaths filled the air in my room, the wet squelches of each bounce seeming to echo in my ears. I was content to just lose myself in the moment and let her lose herself too - for Zeltrons, it's deeply pleasant to be surrounded by good feelings, and right now, there was only her sexual ecstasy as far as I could sense. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed, both the feeling of her tight sex around my cock, and her own intense pleasure at the experience, the way she completely surrendered herself to passion in the moment.
As she rode me like that, though, some faint part of me recalled Inessa, despite their sharp differences. It then recalled Darth Rakali killing her, and I felt not disgust or fear, but anger. My eyes snapped open, seeing the stupid look on Errai's face. Even with her mouth open and her eyes hazy, her scar gave her this vicious look. She idolized the Sith, chewed up every last bit of their ideology and spat it out on demand, was desperate to get in the good graces of a Master like Darth Rakali… and at that moment, there was no one I hated more than Darth Rakali. I grabbed her by the hips and started to twist, using my body and hers to send her tumbling onto her back, hitting the mattress with a heavy thump.
"H-huh?" She sputtered, confused by why she was on her back. I spread her legs wide, my fingers digging into her thighs, my own red coloration sharply contrasting with her pale skin as I fucked her absolutely senseless. I used my senses to identify what made her feel good, to tease her body in just the right way, and just as with Inessa, my sexual stamina was far greater than hers. Here, the difference was even sharper, more intense. I could pound away at her, balls slapping her ass as my cock dove deep into her, and she could only sputter, her mouth opening and closing in a sort of senselessness to it.
"You want to get in good with Darth Rakali, huh?" At some point, one of my hands had moved from her thigh to her throat, a purely threatening movement in the moment. "If you want to get in good with her, be a good girl for me and just stay there." There was a relief that came with the sadistic moment, a kind of sick clarity that wiped away the sense of doom and gloom that had rained over me ever since Inessa's death, and the broader malaise that predated it. I felt her orgasm approach, and just as it hit her, I clenched my fingers around her throat. She jerked beneath me wildly, going cross-eyed, mouth hanging open, wet splatters of saliva escaping her lips. Her hands didn't even reach up to stop me, they were too busy being balled into fists at her side and pounded against the mattress.
When she came down from that orgasm, I just kept going. I was relentless with her pussy, and I irregularly choked her. It gave such a thrill of power to me, someone who had felt powerless. There was the occasional unpleasant wave of displeasure on Errai, when I choked her for too long, but as long as I let up when it hit, I got to instead enjoy the gentle, constant ecstasy she was experienced as I fucked her brains out.
I spoke, but in retrospect, I'm not sure it was intelligible. I meant to say things like, "This is what a Sith gets," "I'm the Master now," and "My pleasure's most important," but they may have come out as meaningless growls of animal emotion, thick with phlegm.
I don't think she was really in the mood to listen, anyway. She'd stopped talking at some point, and not just due to my irregular choking, but also just her own pleasure. All the noises she could make were squeals and moans of pleasure, her head casting about, her juices thickly slobbering all over my cock as I enjoyed her body with relentless, selfish force.
Unlike with Inessa, I didn't switch it up. I took few breaks. When I came inside Errai for the first time, I simply held myself down inside her, groping her thighs or ass and occasionally gripping her throat, as my half-erect cock remained inside her. She tried to gather herself, to take advantage of the lull in my pumps to start trying to take control again, but all she managed to do was wetly flap her gums a few times before I was hard inside her again and silencing her with a mix of choking and pumping away. I fucked her in the cunt right up until the end, having unloaded inside her sex a dozen times while she'd come probably a hundred, her uniform thoroughly soaked in her own sweat, my hair sticking to my cheeks as I leered down at her, watched some of my semen trickle out from between her legs.
I was caught up in the moment. It had felt so good, to simply let go, to find release. To revel in - I knew, deep down, even at the time - the Dark Side. In power. I'd heard that Sith tortured people into joining them, and up until that moment, it had never made sense to me. After it? It was the only thing that made sense. Hurt someone hard enough, make them feel powerless enough, and they'll hurt someone else, just to regain the tiniest feeling of power again. Even as a Zeltron, literally feeling her anxiety and fear as I choked her, I still enjoyed what we did.
When I woke up the next day, I let Errai clean her clothes off in the ship's washing machine. I kept my distance, in fact, and we parted ways without much in terms of words. No "See you again," no "Put in a good word for me," no "Sorry for losing control," no "I enjoyed it." Just her in her underwear quietly staring at the washing machine as it cleaned her clothes so she could be presentable again, running the shower for three or four minutes to clear away the sweat from her body, and then leaving me alone, on the ship, with my thoughts and my feelings.
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