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Vader gasped for breath. The breath was deep and smooth, with no pain. He took another breath and then another and another. It was so easy! There was no ache, no burn. His muscles could move on their own! He took a deep breath, held it in, and then released it. His body didn’t shudder and he didn’t gasp out in pain. He could breathe!
Slowly, he opened his eyes and sat up. He instantly recognized the small room as a bedroom on a Galactic Republic Army battleship. It had been 23 years since he had last been on such a ship, but it was still familiar. He didn’t dwell too much on his surroundings as he came aware of his body, especially how there wasn’t pain. He sat up and looked down at himself. He was sleeping in only a pair of sleep pants. His upper body was bare. He couldn’t help but look at his chest. It was whole and a nice golden tan, not marred with tubes, implants, or surgical scars.
He brought his hand up, his flesh hand, and pressed against his chiseled abs. He could feel it, truly feel his skin. He could feel his legs and feet. He could feel the soft fabric of his pants and the bedsheets. He jumped out of the bunk and rushed into the small private refresher attached to his room. He placed both hands on the edges of the sink and leaned towards the mirror to examine himself. Looking back at him was the face of himself from twenty-three years ago. His hair was long and curled. His face, like the rest of his body, was whole except for the scar next to his right eye. But there were no burns and scars.
The eyes, however, were not blue but yellow with a red rim around them. They were the eyes of a Sith that announced Anakin Skywalker was dead and that inhabiting this young, healthy body was Darth Vader. His body shook and a laugh bubbled out of him. It came out disjointed at first. He had not laughed, truly laughed, in over twenty years. As it went on, the laugh became steadier. It was a full hearty laugh, one that shook his belly.
“I’ve done it! I’ve returned to the past!”
It hadn’t been easy. In fact, it had almost killed him and, in a way, it had. The husk of the broken and burned body of Darth Vader in the future was now devoid of a soul and was a rotting corpse. Not that it mattered. That future was no void. It would never come to pass. This was the new timeline. It hadn’t been easy to rip his consciousness out of his body and to travel the time stream. It had required all of the immense power along with some aid by Dark Side artifacts.
He pushed on as, drop by drop, his power was spent until the last speck remained. Death waited nearby ready to pull him down into the deep dark thick streams of time to be forever lost. He was weakened, but determined to not fail, not here. Already the torturous cold waters lapped on his presence, but he pushed on. Every part of him burned and ached, reminding him of burning on the shores of a lava river on Mustafar. As he’d done before, his hate enabled him to use the Dark Side to live on.
Inch by inch he crawled along the time stream until he finally reached his destination. He stumbled back into real-time and slammed into the consciousness of the young Anakin Skywalker. He was so full of light and so weak, disgustingly weak and pathetic. Even in his tattered state, Darth Vader was able to fight off his younger self. To his credit, Anakin put up a fight as he wasn’t willing to hand his body over to a Sith lord. He still clung to the foolish ideas of the Jedi that he would prevail with the lightside, but he didn’t. Vader was victorious. He ripped his younger self’s soul out of the boy and flung it into the open time stream and then closed it. No doubt the young Anakin would soon fall to the dark waters and be lost forever. Vader was now in control, now the only soul, of this young healthy body in his past.
“I can right this!” Vader thought. “I will make it right! I will lose nothing! I will gain it all! I will have it all!” He would not lose his wife, Padme, or his child, Luke. He would take control of the Empire and sit on the throne with his family, as it should have been all along. Patience, he told himself. He had to handle this with care.
He looked at the yellow eyes, recognizing he had to do something about it. He would have preferred to keep them yellow, but it would give his true self away. For now, he still had to play the role of Anakin. He left the refresher and returned to his room. He sat down on the floor and started to meditate. He had to get his eyes blue, and that meant relinquishing his hold on the Dark Side. He loathed the idea of weakening himself, but it was for the best. It was as if he was undoing a tight grip. He had to slowly pry each finger up. As he moved to the next finger, he had to concentrate on keeping the previous finger up while also opening up the next one. Finally, he had all the fingers up, the grip was loose, and he felt the rage and darkness subside. This darkness had been a constant companion since Mustafar, and he felt weak without it.
He stood up and looked at the mirror in the ‘fresher and scowled upon seeing his natural blue eyes. He hated going without his power, but it was necessary. With the first part of his disguise completed, he returned to his seat on the floor and worked on constructing the mental shields that Sidious had taught Vader. They were the same shields that Sidious used in this time so the Jedi sensed nothing from Chancellor Palpatine. Now this same technique should keep both Sidious and the Jedi from sensing Vader’s true self as a Sith. The Sith, Jedi, the Republic, and the Separatists were all pawns he intended to play with them to their full usefulness until he got his empire. With the shields in place, Vader made a mental list of everything he wanted to accomplish. He needed to secure Padme, and not just physically. He hadn’t come back only to have her turn away and be stolen from him again. No, she would be his of her own accord. Padme would be empress, ruling by his side along with their son, Luke. They would be unstoppable.
His commlink beeped and he summoned it off a counter so floated it over to his palm.
“Master!” an annoyed voice said through the device. “Where are you?”
Vader couldn’t stop the smile that spread upon his lips hearing Ahsoka’s voice. “I’m sorry,” he said in a voice without a hint of wheezing or synthetic modulation. Simply his own natural voice.
“Are we going to practice dueling today or not? I’ve been waiting for an hour!”
“I was meditating.”
“You? Meditating?”
“I will be right there,” he said as he closed the call.
“My padawan,” he mused to himself. So she hadn’t left him yet. He had come back to a suitable point in time. He quickly dressed in his Jedi tunic and made his way to the training hall of the ship. He eyed the clone troopers as he walked, all bearing the blue markings of the 501st. He would need to think about how to handle Order 66. Everything had to move to his will and not Sidious’. He entered the empty training hall and found his padawan alone. Pleasure and possessiveness curled inside of him. Yes, she was still his and he didn’t have to lose her either. He could keep her as well.
He noted her clothing. She wore a maroon dress with two lightsabers at her belt. No longer wearing that skimpy halter top of her youth when they had first met. Her montrails were also nicely pointed, no longer smooth little bumps. She had been sixteen when she left the Order. How close in time were they to the Temple bombing and her leaving? How much time did he have to make sure he didn’t lose her? He said nothing as the two went through their warm-up routine. Then they started to duel. It was exhilarating. Vader had forgotten how it felt to have a body that was flexible and fast. He was no longer weighed down by a life-support suit or clunky artificial limbs. In one swift move, Vader knocked one of Ahsoka’s blades from her hands.
“What was that?” Ahsoka yelled.
“What was what?” Vader asked.
“What’s with your fighting style?”
He realized he had been using the style he wielded as a Sith. A style he had more than twenty years to perfect. His fighting had probably grown and matured since his time as a weak Jedi.
“Just trying something new,” he said. Ahsoka summoned the fallen saber to her hand looking unamused. “You need to work on your footing,” hoping he sounded like Anakin.
“My footing? What’s wrong with my footing?” she asked defensively.
“It’s sloppy.”
A small argument followed, but Vader eventually had his padawan walking through some forms. It was going poorly. No matter how he worded or demonstrated it, she couldn’t quite get it.
“No,” Vader growled, biting down the darkness that pleaded to be let loose. “Come here. Let me show you.”
He clipped his saber to his belt and grabbed her hips as she approached. They were thick, yet pliant under his hands. He tried to position her, but she moved awkwardly and clumsily. He spun her around so her back was pulled flush against him, triggering a flare of heat inside of him. He stretched one of his legs out, pushing her leg with his until she was in the right position.
“Watch as you shift your weight,” he said.
He started to move through the different forms. Ahsoka moved with him. He became so aware of her body pressed against his. It was a sensation he hadn’t felt in twenty years. Oh fucking Force, it felt so good to feel the warmth of another body. His own body started to grow warmer and warmer. He felt his cock start to flood with blood and harden. He knew he should pull away, but instead, he only gripped her hips harder and pulled her closer to him. He smiled as he felt her firm ass against his cock again. He continued to move them through the forms, but now he was making sure to pull her against him and to push into her. He kept that tight ass grinding against him causing his cock to completely harden.
It felt amazing to be this aroused again. He thought he knew the feeling, thought he remembered it, but it was just a memory that had long since faded. Had it always felt this good? His cock throbbed and begged for something more. He had stopped moving them any proper fighting forms. It was now only about their two bodies grinding against each other. He could feel her body trembling and hear her breathing getting heavier. His flesh hand slid along her hips and down to her pussy. He gripped it tightly and through her clothing could feel her heat.
They continued to move and grind against each other. He arched his back and pressed his cock between her ass cheeks. He realized she was moving on her own and pushing her ass into him. The hand on her pussy started to rub it. A soft moan escaped Ahsoka’s lips. More , a dark whisper inside of him begged. But Ahsoka stepped away from him. A soft growl of frustration escaped Vader.
“Excuse me, master,” Ahsoka said, trying hard not to look at him. “I’m going-- I’m going to go shower.” She ran from the room.
Vader looked at the closed door for a moment, then opened his pants. His cock jumped free. He grabbed it with his flesh hand. It was rock hard and it felt good. Really fucking good. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself. He had lost his cock in the fires of Mustafar. He pissed through a tube stuck up the charred remains of his dick. Touching this fat, plump, throbbing cock felt good. His hand slowly slid up to the tip. A bead of precum leaked out. He rubbed it along his tip before he slid his hand all the way down his length savoring the feel of skin on skin. He slid his hand back up and down. He pumped his own dick faster and faster. He was desperate. He needed this release. He needed to come. His lust was overwhelming. His body burned with it, but no matter how much he stroked, he didn’t come. He growled in frustration. How was his little padawan fairing? Her body had been trembling in desire. Perhaps he should check in on her. He painfully stuffed his stiff cock back into his pants, left the training hall, and made his way directly to Ahsoka’s room. The door slid open with his access code, but she wasn’t in her small room. He did, however, hear the shower going inside the refresher.
He opened the door and Vader was met with the sight of Ahsoka’s plump orange ass. Her back was to him as she hunched over with one hand pressed flat against the wall. Her ass was out and blocking his view, but he knew what she was doing. He smiled as quietly entered. He tilted his head to get a good view of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She made a few soft moans as she masturbated. Vader started to strip himself of his clothes. He stood there gently rubbing his cock as he watched her. Then he stepped into the shower. Warm water flowed down his body. Ahsoka was so focused on pleasuring herself, she was completely unaware of him. Heat and pleasure stirred inside of him. In one swift and silent movement, he stepped up to her, wrapped one hand around her to grab her breast while the other arm slid around her waist and slid into the folds of her heated and sopping wet pussy.
She gasped, “Master?”
“Ahsoka,” he said in a low husky voice. “You know as your master I’m supposed to help and teach all sorts of things. Let me teach you about this.”
He slid one of his fingers into her folds. Her back arched and she let out a pleased moan. His finger slid deep inside of her and then back out. His other hand squeezed and played with one of her tits. He pressed his cock against her. It was so much nicer pushing it between her tight cheeks. He started to grind against her. Fuck, it felt good to feel her skin against his dick. So fucking good. He added another finger into her pussy, her folds were hot and slick. She clenched down around his fingers, moving with him. Her hips pushed up and down helping his fingers go in deeper. He pushed his hips forward so his cock was pushed deep between her cheeks.
“Master,” she moaned. It was almost a plea, and he knew exactly what she was wanting to say. He pushed his fingers in deeper and worked them faster. She let out a long moan. “Master!” He smiled as their bodies grinded against each other. She tightened around his fingers and let out a loud moan as she started to come. Her body shook. He grabbed her nipple and pulled it and continued to hump her ass. When she was finally spent, he slid his fingers out and took a step back. He wrapped his hands around his cock and used her juices to help lubricate as he pumped his dick. He squeezed hard as he eyed her fat ass. Oh Force, it felt good. He cock throbbed and he rubbed faster and squeezed harder. Finally, he came. He gasped and moaned as his body arched. His shot streams of cum on her ass and back, smiling as he finished.
Ahsoka was hunched over again, breathing heavily as if she was catching her breath. He watched as his cum was washed away by the shower and sighed contentedly. “You did a good job,” he told her. Then without another word, he turned around and slipped back into his clothes. He paused at the doorway to see she had collapsed onto her knees. He smiled as the door slid open and he left.