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Vader was free to his own devices. He had to compliment his ladies and how they manipulated the council. Aayla was off to Kamino and Ahsoka has headed back to the Temple to continue more of her education and training. Also her pregnancy could be closely monitored and they could easily hide it when she started to grow. He didn’t know if he could keep there that long. Eventually he would need to have his padawan by his side again. But for now, he was free. Free of not just his girls but his troops as well. He was in between missions and so he had been granted a small leave.
He was tempted to go to Coruscant and be his wife the entire time, and fucking her endlessly for several days. But he had better control than that. He would one day have that and so much more. But he had work to do first. There was something he needed to do now. He couldn’t let the same events play out as they had last time. He took his ship Twilight to the Chrelythiumn system and found his way to Mortis. His previous visit had been a shocking memory he had recovered after returning to the past. It came to him in a sudden burst. He had completely forgotten it. But he had been made to forget. Whatever spell the Father had cast, had been undone. The event had yet to happen. The memories had yet to be sealed.
He had pushed them aside for a long time. He didn’t believe it. It must have been some dream. He also got sidetracked by so many other things that it wasn’t until recently he had started reexamining the memory. He had asked Jocasta to look into it and she had returned with old myths. Fascinating stories that he had to check to see if they were true. If so, he might finally get a step up on Sidious.
He flew across the strange landscape until he found the mountains and the sharp spike of the monastery. The Force hummed all around him. The marrow in his bones vibrated with the power. This place was truly a different realm where the Force laid thick. Power sparkled under his skin. He landed his ship at the base of the monastery and started the long trek up. He was not surprised by his visitor. The Son slithered out of the shadows from between two large rocks.
He looked a bit like a Pau’an, though a bit more human with the smooth ridgeless skin and the smaller, but still larger than a human’s, head. He was tall and thin and covered in black and dark red leather armor. It covered his neck and jagged pieces of rectangular leather jutted out his neck when viewed from the front looked like a cog. Vader did not miss the similarity to the Empire’s symbol, the cog. The only skin one could see was the white of his bald head. Two bright red striped markings started as a slight curl at the back of his head and went up the back of his neck and curved around the top of his ending in two sharp points on his forehead. The skin under his eyes was also the same bright red. Two red streaks fell down his cheeks on either side as if they were tears or dripping blood. The whites of his eyes were all black with his pupils a glowing red.
“I can feel the dark side in you,” the Son said smiling. His voice was deep dark and sounded as if he was speaking in a cavern. It was echoing despite not being that loud. “I know you. Anakin Skywalker. No, wait, I should say Darth Vader.”
“That is what you should say,” Vader said, continuing on his way, not bothering to glance at the Son.
“What have you come for?” the Son said excitedly.
“I’m here for your Father.” Vader stopped and stared at the Son in the eyes. Would he dare to stop him? Or did he want this to happen? Or did he even know what Vader’s true intent was? Vader chuckled to himself. There was no way any of them could predict his depraved plans. The Son stepped aside and smiled at Vader.
He found the Father inside the monastery. The inside was dark and a large flat bridge expanded over a misty depth. The mist glowed a bright teal. The walkway was wide and black. On the edge blue runes glowed and statues stood every couple of paces. They looked like a triangle with a circle on top. Sharp blue lines glowed showing off the patterns in the rock of the statues. Vader ignored all of that and only looked ahead. The walkway joined a large platform. In the center was a raised dais on which three massive statues sat. The one on the left had a feline body crouching on a rock. It had wings and a face like a wolf with glowing green eyes. The one on the right had the body of a bird like that of a vulture. It sat on two taloned feet. Huge wings were at his side. He had long ears like a bat, but the face was distorted. It looked like a gargoyle, an odd mixture of a bat, a boar, and a skull. The pointed bat nose created the tip of a triangle that extended down over the mouth.
It looked like his mask. His damn mask that he had been forced to wear for over two decades. He glared at the glowing red eyes of the statue. Then turned his attention to the one in the middle. This one was not animal shaped. It looked like a stylized flat tree or maybe a pickaxe. It went up straight then flared out to the right and left, towards the other two statues. It was almost like arms for tucked under them were two flat circular discs. A large circular window was behind it and it glowed a bright blue from the light outside. An old man sat in the middle of the center statue, or perhaps it was a throne.
Vader sat on the ground in front of him. The Father had not stirred. He was human in shape though his face was far too long. His skin was grey with deep wrinkles around his sharp face. He had a white beard that grew into a long thin point on his chest. He wore a navy blue conical hat with grey metal and dull, pale gold. He wore matching blue robes. His eyes opened and like his son’s, the whites were all black. But his eyes glowed teal blue like some of the surroundings.
“Hello,” he said in a voice that sounded like two or three voices at once.
“Last time you called me friend,” Vader mused.
“Ah. So we met in your past life,” he said unsurprised.
“You know what I am,” Vader said.
“And what you have done. Why have you come here? You are creating an unbalance in the Force here. Go and leave this place.”
“Pushing me aside that quickly? Last time you wanted me to take your place so I could keep your children in check after you died. You do not offer the same now?”
“If you had accepted that position you would not be like this. What had my other self seen in you? There must have been greatness in you once.”
“There still is,” Vader growled as he snapped his hand up with hand outstretched and curled. He reached for the Force and grabbed the Father’s neck. The old man’s eyes went wide and his hands went to his neck. “Ha!” Vader laughed. “Ha! Ha!” The old man started to rise off the floor. Last time he had blocked Anakin’s lightsaber, so this time he decided to try a different approach. “The balance is off!” Vader said. “That or you’ve just gotten weak, old man.”
The Father was not accepting this without a fight. Pressure pushed back on Vader trying to throw him off balance, trying to get him to slip so the Father could be free. Vader grunted and clenched his teeth as he took a step forward. Sweat trickled down his side. It felt like he was moving in high gravity. It was slow and the air was thick and resistant. His other hand slowly reached down to his belt as he took another step forward. He gripped the handle of the knife that was tucked into his belt on his back. He took another step. It was getting harder. His muscles strained as he fought to keep his arm up and outreached to keep the Force hold on the Father’s throat. One eye had closed and he trembled in concentration to keep the other eye open. He slowly pulled the knife out and approached the Father.
Sweat freely flowed all over him. His eye was barely open, only a slit clouded by his eyelashes. But he didn’t need to see any more. He was close enough. His hand holding the choke hold let go, and the intense pressure on Vader instantly disappeared as the Father reeled in shock and relief. It gave Vader the opening to take the long dagger and stab it into the Father’s chest. The Father fell to the ground with his eyes wide and his mouth open.
“What . . . have . . . you . . . done?” he gasped. “You cannot . . . let him free . . .”
Vader grabbed the hilt with both hands. He leaned in his whole weight and twisted the blade ending the man. He went limp and Vader pulled the bloody dagger from the corpse. He didn’t have to wait long for the children to show up. They came together. The Son was delighted. Finally he was getting his freedom. The Daughter looked stricken. She was just as ethereal as the rest of her family. She looked the most human with pale peach skin. What made her striking was the bright green hair she had that hung in an impressive volume down her back. She wore a cream colored outfit which had a deep plunge down the front. It showed off her skin right down the middle. It hung as if a bit weightless and moved gently as if brushed by a soft breeze. She also glowed a yellow light.
“What have you done?” the Daughter cried as she rushed forward. She passed Vader and fell to her father’s body. She looked at the dagger and then back at her brother. “What did you do?”
“You did it!” the Son said. He walked over and clapped Vader on the shoulder. “I see you used the dagger well.” When they had met on Vader’s way up to the monastery, the Son told him of a dagger that could kill the Father. The Son was true to his word. “Now I can go!” the Son shouted.
“No!” the Daughter said. She turned and looked up at Vader. “You cannot go.”
“You are not strong enough to keep me here.”
Her green gaze turned to Vader. “He can,” she said.
“Him?” the Son said in a rough laugh. “Him? The Chosen One? He chose, Sister! He chose the dark side! Look at him! That anger, that stench of death, and depraved hunger!”
Her brows furrowed. She could sense Vader as much as her brother did. He smiled at her. He enjoyed seeing her confusion.
“Do not worry,” Vader said. “I won’t let him go.”
“What?” the Son hissed as he turned to face Vader. His hands were curled into claws.
“What?” the Daughter asked. She stood up and looked at Vader, a small glimmer of hope.
Both of Vader’s hands snapped up, his arms and hands reached out for them both at the same time. He grabbed them with the Force. They were both surprised and squirmed against his hold, but they could not break free. He pulled them toward him and had them on their knees before him.
“You two are mine now,” Vader said.
“You are mistaken,” the Son growled.
“I am not,” Vader gloated. “I am the Father now. Though I find the term master better. That is what you will be calling me.” He savored their fury and confusion for one more second. Then he yanked the Daughter over and grabbed her neck with his right hand. His fingers dug into her throat. “I don’t have a lot of time. You’ll go first” He glanced at the Son. “You’ll stay there. I don’t like the idea of fucking a guy's ass, but I will do it to break you.”
“Break me?” the Son asked. “You think you can break me?”
“Just sit and watch me break your sister,” Vader said, tying the Force off around the Son keeping him pinned in place. He ferociously descended on the Daughter. He grabbed her slutty dress and ripped it off her. She squirmed and tried to fight back, but Vader was in control of the Force. She found she could not summon it or hold it. The Force slipped through her grasp. She gasped and cried out. Never had she been without the Force. It had always been a constant companion. Now it was almost gone. There was only a whisper. Vader slowly took off his clothes. So far his plan had been going far better than he planned. Killing the Father had been easy with that dagger the Son gave him. Now he just needed to claim these two.
He fell upon the Daughter and she fell to her back on the cold floor. He wasn’t phased by the location. He pushed her legs open and stuck his face in. She had a nice clean-shaven pussy. He started licking at it and stroking her folds with two of his fingers. She squirmed. He sucked at her clit and slid his fingers up into her opening, but didn’t go completely in. She squirmed pathetically.
“No, don’t!” she begged.
“Do not touch her,” the Son hissed.
Vader ignored them both. He slowly pushed his two fingers up in her. She let out pained gasps as her body tightened and squirmed. He pulled out and noticed the blood by the taste. He pulled his head back to see blood on his fingers. He looked at her and smiled. Dark molten heat bubbled inside of him, suddenly getting much more excited.
“You were a virgin?” he said. “I should have stuck my cock in first. I was going to get you wet, but my cock wants your virgin pussy.” He changed positions and stood on his knees as he lined himself up.
“No! No! Please! Don’t!”
He arched his back and slammed his hips forward. His cock forced its way into her. She wasn’t ready or wet enough, but he didn’t care. He enjoyed the untouched pristine pussy. He claimed her maidenhood in wicked delight. He was hard and rough and he felt vengeful though his memories gave him no reason to feel as though she had wronged him. But this just felt like he was teaching her a lesson. LIke this was punishment. His cock soon squelched into her pussy as she got wet. The lubrication allowed him to speed up and hammer on harder and deeper.
She had stopped begging him to stop. Now her mouth just hung open in messy moans and gasps. She was breaking far easier than he expected. And he took full advantage of it while he delved into her mind. His presence was a thick oily tendril that moved and slid into with no resistance. She had the same paths as all the other bitches, so he easily found her lust. He surrounded it and squeezed. She screamed as her back arched and her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Sister!” the Son called. But she was beyond comprehensive and logical thoughts. She was being consumed by her hunger and pleasure. He stroked it hotter and hotter. She came completely undone. The burning confusion and horror melted away. He fucked her like an animal and reveled in these depraved pleasures. His greed was unstoppable and it compelled him on. He squeezed her lust in a matching rhythm to his brutal thrusts. She would feel unbelievable highs each time his cock filled her. She had crumbled completely apart and was now nothing more than a ruinous mess. Her existence had narrowed to her pussy and his cock pounding into her and the chase for release, for her climax. Vader smiled as he knew he had her.
“Now swear to me!”
She was too dumbfuck to answer. He eased his grip on her lust and slowed his tempo down.
“Swear to me,” he grunted again. “Say the fucking words, you bitch. You’re mine. This galaxy is mine.”
“Yes!” she cried. “I’m yours.” Then she swore herself to him. Completely dominating her body and soul sent him over the edge. He screamed as he came. He thrusted wildly and roughly into her and shot ropes and ropes of his cum in her. She screamed louder and longer as her orgasm hit and she writhed uncontrollably on the floor. He enjoyed watching her thrash about in the throes of ecstasy.
“Unleash me!” a voice called.
Vader turned to the Son. He did not look like a man. His appearance was that of a woman. She still looked like him with the bald head and red markings, but her face was now more feminine with big eyes. Her chest was also huge, far bigger than the Daughter’s. The leather of her top had adjusted to fit her huge boobs.
The Son twisted in her invisible hold. “What happened to you?” Vader said as he slowly approached. His flesh hand grabbed his cock and started to stroke.
“I– I– I can change my form!” she cried.
“This one is much better,” Vader purred.
She looked at his hardened cock. “Please,” she begged. “Put it in me. Fuck me!”
He let out a small whistle. “What has got you switching your tune so easily?”
“I– I don’t know! But please! Let me go and fuck me!”
Vader closed his eyes and reached out into the Force. He had forgotten how powerful it was here. The lust inside the Son throbbed. It had been enflamed. How? He looked at the Daughter. They were connected. Son and Daughter. When he had squeezed her lust and fucked her senseless, he had felt it. It had squirmed until he could no longer hold back and it flared inside of him, tearing him asunder, and making him shift his form as hungry need clawed in him.
With a flick of two of his fingers the Force hold vanished. The Son fell forward but caught herself with her hands. She hunched over and took in deep breaths.
“What are you waiting for?” Vader asked as he stopped right next to her. When she looked up, she had to crane her neck to look at him and his erect cock. “Get those clothes off. I hope you made a pussy.”
“I did!” she cried as she pulled off her clothes. He enjoyed seeing her big white boobs bounce free.
“Did you make them that big and juicy for me?” he asked as he gave his cock a squeeze.
“Yes! Now please fuck me!”
Lust raged through her and she was so over stimulated that she came with his first thrust in. She writhed and bounced while she screamed and moaned. Her pussy tightly squeezed and unsqueezed his cock. He just stood still and watched her lose herself with the barest of attention. He liked how undone she had become so instantly, but he was still hard and he was going to come. She was still coming as he started to drill into her pussy. She moaned, sloppy and hopeless. Her eyes had gone crossed and unfocused and her hips gyrated on their own violation. He pounded on in selfish pursuit of his own satisfaction, but she was fully enjoying it.
“Nu sua manosi,” she said without prompting.”Ikuny ir vele. Dekmoet.”
A bond snapped together in the Force binding them together as it bound all of his whores to him. Burning desire seared through him and spiraled deep in his groin. His greedy lust roared in him. She had made a damn fine pussy. It squeezed him nice and tight. His desire started to eclipse everything else. He was lifted out of his body and his consciousness spread out. A sudden rush of knowledge and retaliation hit him. This was not a planet, but an ethereal realm manifesting as a planet. This realm only had one small opening in it which the Force flowed through in high concentration as its only access point between dimensions. It was here the Father had come to imprison his children.
Vader reached out and pulled on the fabric of this realm and tied it to the Daughter and Son. They were bound here, and Vader did not have to be here to keep them here. Their very essences had been sewn into the reality. They could not leave.
“I want you to stay in this form,” Vader said.
“Yes, I will! Father!”
Vader frowned. “Do not call me that. I am not your father. I am your master. Call me that. Your Master!”
“Master!” she cried out happily.
“And what should I call you? Son doesn’t fit you. What about slut? Or whore?”
“Call me anything you like, Master!”
“Ha! I should call you a cocksleeve!”
“Yes!”
“Alright, Cocksleeve, take Master’s cum.”
He pounded into her and came. Her womb being filled with his cum sent her over the edge again into a screaming climax. He made sure her pussy took every last drop before he pulled out. He looked over at the Daughter, who had both her hands grabbing her mound as fingers slicked her pussy. That was right. All the pleasure one felt, so did the other. And now the Daughter was all wound up.
Using the Force, he brought them into the room he had stayed in during his previous visit in the past. It was here he had a vision of his mother that the Father claimed was possibly the Son shapeshifting. However there was not a thin mattress on the floor like last time. This time it was a proper bed. He placed the siblings on the bed with their stomachs and faces down. Their legs hung off the side and presented their asses. He reached out with both hands and grabbed their asses. He massaged their cheeks then rubbed his hands across them before slapping them at the same time. They both jumped in unison.
This was going to be fun.
He cupped his hands and shoved them between their thighs. His fingers curled into both of their pussies. He started to slide them in and out. They both were very wet. He finger fucked with vigrous strokes causing them to maon and squirm. He pulled his fingers out of Cocksleeve and stuffed his hard throbbing cock in. He started fucking while he continued to finger the Daughter. They both squirmed as their lusts hit each other. He could feel their combined radiant heat. He gave Cocksleeve another few more pumps before he switched. He shoved his cock into the Daughter and his fingers rammed into the other’s pussy. The Daughter squirmed in delight. Her ass gave a delightful wiggle. Cocksleeve wasn’t too happy with the fingers, but she did squirm her white ass around for him.
A tremendous rush of pure need made them both buck and bounce and scream. He stretched his presence out into the Force and split it in two. Giant dark Force dicks slid into their mind and found the sweet G-spot inside of them where lust pooled. Then he fucked it. He fucked both their minds and their pussies. Sweet intoxicating oblivion took the two women. He fell deep into his depraved desires. He switched again, returning to Cocksleeve’s pussy. They had both surrendered happily now. Their father’s cool corpse was forgotten. Vader ripped his cock out and slammed it into the Daughter and came. He stabbed his fingers into Cocksleeve’s pussy and brought her to an orgasm which only pushed the Daughter into one as well. All three of them came. Crash and then an explosion of delight tore him. Electric joy raced down every nerve. His hips bucked and he pumped the Daughter full of his warm seed.
“You two,” he said as reality slowly returned to him. His chest still heaved. He hadn’t quite caught his breath.”You two will teach me all you know about the Force, and if you’re good girls I will fuck your brains out.”
“Yes,” one of them weakly said.