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The Jedi Civil War came to a close. The Republic dismantled and the Jedi were dying out, the Star Forge was fully under Sith control, and the true Dark Lord had now retaken the mantle from his former apprentice.
“All hail, the new Sith Lord!” Bastila shouted at the mass of varying Sith ranks. She stepped aside and a hooded figure absent of any light approached the edge of the balcony. Its arms crossed and the masked face scanned the people around it.
“All hail the return of Darth Revan, the true dark lord!” The crowd applauded louder at Bastila’s appraising order.
Darth Revan indulged in her entitled loyalty and admiration for a moment before facing the archdoors behind and walking off. Her apprentice followed with the roar of Sith power fading as they both entered the Korriban temple.
“You have served me well, my apprentice.” A digitally distorted voice emitted from the mask.
“I only live to serve the one and true dark lord.” She followed with her demeanor and posture in a stance of obedient loyalty.
“I am pleased to know it was not a mistake to leave you to the same fate as Jolee and Juhani. I for a moment believed you were just prowling for the opportunity to seize this victory from Malak or I.” The two passed through the entrance to the balcony and inside the corridor of the temple. Its long grey walls were dimly lit with thin lines embedded into them. Aged stone bricks laid beneath their march. The voice of the dark side dampened and the thunderous silence of the hall graced their presence.
“I would never dare to test the might of your power again. I only sought to serve the rightful ruler and my ignorance misled me to believe it couldn't have been you. I shall not make the same mistake twice.” She looked at her master who kept facing forward.
“I trust you shall not. From deceiving the Jedi, and using your battle meditation to flip the battle of the Star Forge into our favor, I have almost no reason to doubt your loyalty?”
“Almost? What more do I have to prove to you my lord?” Her eyebrow raised and the confidence in her voice cracked.
The master and her apprentice approached another door. It automatically glided open as they passed by taking steps into Revan’s quarters. She pulled her hood back slowly and turned her head to Bastila. The metallic, mandalorian mask locking glances with her oozed an uncomfortable chill that ran down her spine.
“I have one more test for you. In order to completely prove your loyalty to me.”
“Yes my lord. Anything you wish, tell me and it will be done.” She could hide it very well to anyone else but the desperation that tinted her tone did not go unnoticed to Revan.
“Disrobe.” Revan commanded.
“My lord?” Bastila was completely taken by surprise. A command she would never ever expect from a superior.
Revan’s hands slowly grasped the edges of her mask and small sounds of clicks and exhaust slipped out. Beneath the covering revealed a sun kissed woman with long, fine, black hair tied into a bun with bangs draping over her brows.
“Do not make me ask again.” Her voice was soft, icy, and cold. Beautiful and deadly, refined and lethal. Her hooded eyes cut into Bastila’s.
“Forgive me, my lord.” She looked down now displaying physical signs of anxiety. Her mind split for a moment in contrasting passionate emotions. A piece of her could not make eye contact out of the fear her glare invoked in her. Another piece of her feeling flushed from a suppressed attraction to her master. Before the dark side claimed the both of them, Bastila held back a slight admiration for the woman she travelled the galaxy with. It was her training and the teachings of the Jedi code that forbade her from ever entertaining the thought. Now that the dark side has freed her, coupled with her attraction growing at her master’s display of power and dominance, she couldn’t hold back this raw emotion any longer. Revan’s dominance made her heart flutter. Her will wasn't just Bastila’s command out of demand, it was out of lust, pure desperation to please.
The black fabrics laid all around her. She stood bare aside from what she wore underneath.
“I want it all off.” commanded Revan cold and emotionless.
An intense rosy shade stretched across Bastila’s face. Despite her nervousness, she carried out the order. She stood awaiting further orders. Revan scanned her body for a minute taking in every detail. She had a beautiful figure, Revan admired every inch of her. The shape and size of her bust with her nipples catching the dark lord’s attention. Her skin appeared very luscious, her waist and hips leaving carnal desires. Her vulva was the next subject of Revan’s focus. Bastila felt the weight of her gaze and a weakness washed over her. She dropped to her knees buckling under the nonexistent weight. Revan’s eyes trailed from Bastila’s hips down her long legs. She could not deny, her apprentice happened to be the most beautiful woman she had seen in the galaxy. Bastila stared at the floor for a minute, humiliated at the show of weakness that she just displayed in front of her master. Her eyes widened when she saw her master’s robes drop to her ankles. She looked up and saw Revan standing just as clothless as her. Freckles scattered her broad shoulders, her breasts were smaller than hers. The muscle down her abdomen was more prominent however. Bastila was on her knees and speechless.
Revan lifted her right leg and planted her foot on Bastila’s shoulder. She held up her index finger.
“Now pledge your loyalty to me.” She curled her finger into her palm.
Bastila forcibly leaned forward with her face making contact with Revan’s entrance. She hesitated for a second before taking the first lick. She brushed her tongue upward again against Revan flicking her clit on the downstroke. A gasp escaped from between Revan’s lips. Bastila’s hands rested on her thighs as she licked away at her master’s crotch. Her eyes closed as she completely took in the taste of her lord blessing her tongue. A half smile stretched as she heard Revan escalate from gasping to moaning. A rush of heat traversed through Bastila herself while in the middle of pleasing her master. Her thighs began to rub together, her hand slowly descended. The tips of her finger stroked her clit. The apprentice moaned muffledly into the master. After a couple seconds she couldn’t move her hand anymore. Her eyes opened and rose to meet Revan’s who was holding her hand in stasis with the force.
“You are not to touch yourself.” Revan’s voice had a sharp edge to it.
Bastila whimpered acknowledgingly. This began to feel painful. She so desperately wanted to feel what her master was feeling, as she was feeling these sensations. Her hormones had to be kept under control nonetheless for she feared the consequence of disobeying an order. She thought to herself, once this moment passes she will masturbate to this memory until she can’t feel herself anymore. Her tongue continued its circuit around Revan’s vulva. Revan’s hand grasped her own breast and squeezed it as the buildup inside escalated. Bastila pressed her face further into Revan, the speed of her strokes quickening. It made it harder to breathe but it did not matter. Her superior’s desires came before her needs. She kept her pace despite the slow depletion of oxygen coming in. Suddenly, a crushing pain was taking notice in her throat. Tears were forming around her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. Revan’s toes curled around her shoulder. An explosion was erupting within the Sith. The room began to vibrate noticeably. Bastila was fighting to see this to the end. Even if her master choked her to death, she would die giving her master what she desired. A high pitch ringing echoed from ear to ear. Distant sounds of loudening pants and moans overrode it. Bastila felt physically weak. She fell back, as her head hit the floor color and oxygen returned to her. She took a deep inhale and gasped for air. Her body was shaking from the lack of it.
“You have proven yourself once again.” Revan regained her composure after her volatile orgasm overtook her.
Bastila did not respond, she was still recovering from her brush with death.
“Now claim your reward.” Revan lifted her hand.
Bastila, raised from the ground, looked around confused as to what was happening next. Revan slowly dropped her onto her bedding. From there she stepped forward and crawled onto the bed and over her apprentice. Her hand gently caressed Bastila’s jaw as she looked deeply into her eyes. The space between their lips shortened and the two shared a kiss. Their tongues danced with one another. Bastila moaned in her master’s mouth. Her hands immediately placed themselves behind her shoulders. Revan’s fingers glided down her body feeling every inch of her on the way down to her entrance. Her hand hovering over without contact made Bastila twitch.
“Please my lord. I beg of you.” She whined.
Two fingers delved into her and an immediate moan was let out. Revan’s thumb rested on her hood. Circular motions initiated as her fingers continuously withdrew and pushed themselves back in and out of Bastila. The young woman laid at Revan’s control. Her legs spread and tensed at the routined motion gaining speed. She was much louder than her master and whimpered easily. She bit her bottom lip tightly ignoring the pain. Her nails raked Revan’s back. Revan continued with less delicacy, the sound of her palm colliding against Bastila’s skin repeatedly echoed. Bastila pulled her master closer to her moaning into her mouth again. She could not hold on for much longer, hot flashes sparked around her womanhood. Bastila moaned endlessly, she could not control the sounds coming out of her any longer. She held onto her master with a tight grip, bucking her hips into Revan's hand. The apprentice after a minute of intense sensations washing over her laid limp on her master’s bed. She gently shut her eyes as she attempted to regain her composure. She felt kisses down her neck, Revan’s mouth exploring her body to its wanderlust’s content. Her lips closed around her nipples while her hand tightly clutched her other breast. The tip of her tongue drew a line down her stomach. A subtle coo emitted in response to a kiss faintly planted on her flower.
“Thank you my– ah-” Bastila squealed, Revan's tongue interrupting her sentence. In between strokes of her wet muscle, warm, breathy, exhales caused Bastila to twitch. Her fingers tightened around the sheets underneath. Balls of cloth gripped in the palms of her hands. Revan cupped her cheeks and lifted her pelvis. She pressed her face against Bastila so that her tongue could reach deeper. Bastila's nails combed through Revan’s hair. Her thighs squeezed her head. Another orgasm was blossoming, she could feel the intensity would be much more than from her master’s fingers alone. In an instant everything stopped and the momentum came to a halt.
“Huh?” She looked down to see her master pushing her legs away from her head as she arose. Goosebumps spread down her body with the sight of Revan towering over her.
“My foolish apprentice, that was not your reward.” Revan leaned over supporting herself on Bastila’s knees.
Bastila felt a hard object prod her. Her eyes panned down to the dark grey harness entangled around Revan’s pelvis. A red, phallic, object pointed towards her in the middle. She was lifted from the bed and pulled towards it by the dark one’s will.
“Suck it.” Revan shoved the strap into her mouth. A muffled yelp was let out. She pushed Bastila’s head closer to her.
Bastila felt the tip hit the back of her throat. Her fingers lightly scratched at Revan’s thighs as a plea for mercy. Despite her begging, her master continued to make her gag on her shaft.
“That’s enough now.” Revan pulled back from Bastila’s mouth. She repositioned Bastila onto her back, cupping underneath her knees and pushing her legs back.
“I am yours Revan, please do what you wish with me.” Bastila’s heart accelerated. Becoming Revan’s plaything made her the wettest she's ever felt in her life. She purred submissively as she felt the scarlet strap beginning to run in and out of her.
Revan's grasp elevated to her ankles holding her legs up in the air. Her hips danced in a rhythmic motion, Bastila’s moans harmonizing with her movements. Her bust bounced with every repeated motion. She winced with every hit against her wall.
Revan released her legs and quickly gripped her waist. She held Bastila still and sped up her pace, clashing against her with more of an impact. The heat in the room rose. The apprentice’s skin transitioned to a damp, sticky sensation. Revan smiled slightly at the way her body physically submitted to her. Bastila’s screams filled the room. She held onto her master’s jawline and looked right into her eyes with an unbreakable stare. Her inner muscles constricted around the object inside her. Her legs began to quake as her whole body tensed up. They wrapped themselves around Revan’s waist, squeezing tightly to control the spasms. She felt helpless to her master’s dominance. Her body felt streams of raw, unbearable bliss flowing through her. Before she had time to process it, she found herself flipped over. Her face buried in the pillow, her wrists and ankles held down by Revan's invisible will. Her rear end raised up. She turned her head to look back at the woman mercilessly railing her.
Revan’s hands rested on her backside. A clapping sound echoed as her rump bounced.
Bastila’s body attempted to violently shake as a response but found herself unable to. She clawed at the sheets. Her toes curled tightly. Her teeth clamped on the pillow. Drool slid down the edges of her mouth. It was overwhelming, everything she could feel was more than she could physically handle. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She dropped limp as she took the ceaseless running. Her arms levitated and moved behind her back.
Revan lifted her up with the force, holding her breast with her left hand. Her right hand on her jawline pointing her gaze to meet hers.
“Thank you, my lord…” Bastila stuttered, barely getting the words out. She was released and fell onto her stomach flat. She breathed heavily trying to recuperate from the exhausting intimacy she just experienced. Her body splayed on the bed, her limbs stretched to both ends of the bed.
Revan tightly gripped a tuft of her hair and yanked her upwards to face her.
Bastila had an expression of confusion and uncertainty. What more could there be? She wasn’t even sure if she could take anymore. Her body couldn’t handle it. Was this a reward or some other unusual test of some kind? Her questions disappeared in a blink as she felt a kiss from her master. Revan pulled her back, a trail of spit stretched between the lips of the two.
“You may now rest Bastila.” She let go of her hair and her apprentice dropped once again onto the bed lifelessly. She stepped off the bed and loosened the harness around her pelvis. She watched Bastila nod off and drool onto the mattress.
The Sith rule of two is an endless cycle, for every dark lord there will be an apprentice who will one day become stronger than the master. On that day the apprentice will take the title by force and kill their master. After this unexpected night of unexpected celebratory sex post declaration of victory, Bastila thought to herself maybe this could be an exception. She thoroughly enjoyed her master commanding her to pleasure her on the spot. She never felt more satisfaction until her Revan used her body however she pleased. Moving her, positioning her, holding her however she wanted. She quivered at the feeling of Revan forcing her to take all of her until she decided they were done. Bastila knew it wouldn’t be long before she would hunger for master’s touch again.