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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