Destroying the K'lor slug nest, with Cormun and his infantry helping, was actually astonishingly simple. Between other roving bands of acolytes and the beasts' tendency to tear each other to bits at the slightest provocation, they were not as numerous or tightly packed as I had feared.
Of course, the simplicity of the task didn't make it easy. A task being mechanically simple can none-the-less still being a grueling one to perform. While the k'lor slugs were less of a threat than I had feared, they were by no means not threat at all, and cutting our way through them hadn't been easy. Nor had it been easy to fight the nest matriarch when she had tried to defend the nest, and several more of the troopers had been injured helping us distract her long enough for the charges to be activated. A fighting retreat had led to her death, and the thunderous blast that followed was satisfying in the extreme.
It was also a testament to the durability of the tomb, that such amounts of modern military grade explosives didn't do much more than cause a bit of dust to come from the ceiling and a decently-sized scorchmark on the stone. It seems the ancient Sith built things to last, at least where their god-king had been concerned.
Still, we all escaped with our lives, the nest was destroyed, and Cormun's troops left us to return to the Academy via the methods unavailable to mere acolytes such as ourselves (with the good sergeant reiterating his promise to support us with Harkun) while Kory and I pressed on to deal with the Tomb Raiders and Spindrall himself.
The raiders being the most immediate threat, and a far more dangerous one than they had ever been in the game. Lacking either the lightsabers or the training to block blaster bolts, lacking armor to shield us from them, and lacking personal shield generators to do the same, we found ourselves confronted with the potential of receiving the same coordinated crossfire that had aided us in killing the slugs.
Even worse, sneaking around them or ambushing them would be almost impossible, because they had repurposed various barricades and modern structures intended to reinforce or protect portions of the tomb
"I presume you have a plan for this too, Vestara?" Kory hissed quietly, squirming slightly in my embrace, to my delight as she rubbed herself all over my semi-hard shaft. It was deliciously distracting, if I was to be honest, and my blood was beginning to tingle in the most tantalizing way.
We had made our way back to the base of the main staircase after splitting away from Cormun, finding the Tomb to be far, far larger than it had been in the game. Which really only made sense, given Ajunta Pall had essentially ruled the ancient Sith as a god-king. Why would they only have built him a tomb with a half-dozen rooms and a single large corridor? I really was going to have to rely less on my knowledge from the game, and this was a poignant reminder of that. If I couldn't even rely on the game's portrayal of a tomb's layout and size, then I could hardly rely on it for the finer, and more vital, details.
Of course, contemplations such as that were for later, as was my growing hunger for Kory's tasty self.
Our hiding place, such as it was, happened to be beneath the sandstone ass of one of the many carved slave-statues that lined the central corridor, an enormous kneeling man that formed the base of a supporting arch that stretched nearly to the ceiling. It looked just as grand, just as imposing as it had the first time I had seen it back in the Beta Test, except for the fact that it was real.
With our perfect view down the long, broad corridor that formed the heart of the tomb (you could easily take a main battle tank or a heavy walker through it without even brushing any of the ceiling-mounted crystals that provided all the light), we could easily see the dozen or so thieves guarding the makeshift barricade, and could sense at least a dozen more on the far side. Far more than the two of us could match at this stage of things, and with Cormun's troops already gone…
"Possibly, my Kory, possibly." I hummed thoughtfully, pulling her more tightly into my arms as I contemplated the situation. Purely for her own protection, of course, to ensure that she wasn't spotted by our enemies. The fact that the fingers of my dominant hand began idly tracing circles on her stomach through her thin shirt was entirely coincidental.
"Focus, Vestara!" she snapped, placing her own hand over my own, though I was pleased to note that she didn't remove it, only held it in place.
"My Kory, I am focused. My plan is a simple one: we tear up our clothing, show a bit of cleavage, look nice and vulnerable and alone. The men and women over there will see some cheap and easy fun to be had and let us get in close." I explained confidently, my free hand trailing slowly up her arm while I continued. "That's when we kill them, take their blasters, and start taking potshots at their friends. Then, once they're all dead, I bend you over the nearest solid object and fuck you until you can hardly stand."
My hand, having ghosted over one of her breasts, wrapped itself around her throat and squeezing as I gave her a light shock with the hand on her stomach. Just enough to tingle and sting, like a TENS unit or a violet wand would have back home. She jerked in my grasp, shuddering and gasping as best she could with her air partially cut off. She slumped against me, whimpering in the back of her throat, and I spun us around to press her against the base of the statue and tilted her face up. Her eyes, her soft amber eyes, betrayed not just her fear and vulnerability, but a building desire that I couldn't wait to stoke from an ember to an inferno.
Our lips met, my hand releasing its grip on her throat to tangle in her hair while the other held her hip tightly. She squeaked into my mouth before moaning as I pressed a thigh between her legs, using my grip on her hip to grind her down against it, intermittently shocking her waist area. I could sense her arousal burning brighter as I damaged her clothing, left her lips swollen and her ragged pants clinging to the outline of her wet cunt. Pulling away, leaving her panting and gazing up at me with bright eyes, I admired my work. She looked so utterly fuckable, small and soft and submissive, that it was everything I could do not to take her then and there. Instead, I quickly set about ruining my own clothing (not that it was hard), ensuring that the two of us looked like a pair of ragged, desperate sluts that would do anything to get rescued.
We stumbled out of the shadows, arms around one another as we 'supported' one another, limping and staggering and generally looking as helpless and pathetic as possible. Appallingly, it took them until we were well-within the standard range of even non-Force enhanced attackers, what would have been called the '21 Foot Rule' back home.
Not that it was much of a rule, honestly, despite what some might say. The idea that people only posed a threat to you if they were within 21 feet was absurd even when The Force wasn't a thing.
Still, the fact that they let us get that close before realizing we were there would have had me seething if they were Imperial troopers. Instead, I was nothing but grateful for their ineptitude and lack of awareness. Baffled as well, of course, I had to admit. These people were robbing a Sith tomb, on the Sith homeworld, right outside the Sith Academy, with Sith students and ravenous, man-eating worms running around, and their 'guards' couldn't even notice two hot things like us until we were close enough that we could have simply run up and stabbed them and carried on with the rest of our plan from there.
"Hold it right there!" one of the guards, an Iridonian zabrak, called as he raised his blaster, pointing it at us as the other guards converged, their own weapons held at the ready. "Don't come any closer, Sith!"
"Please, you have to help us! The K'lor slugs, the other acolytes!" I cried, gesturing behind us desperately as I clutched Kory tight. "Please, please help!"
"We just want to go home! We'll do anything!" Kory added plaintively, 'accidentally' flashing a bit of her tit, and the raiders exchanged glances, several of them licking their lips as sly looks crossed their faces. Not surprising that they would take the bait, really, some free Sith pussy was probably pretty attractive to these folks. Especially if it was attractive free Sith pussy.
"Well, we'll have to search you, of course. Make sure you're not carrying any hidden weapons. Maybe then we can help you for some sort of trade." The zabrak agreed eagerly, stepping towards us as his hands came up, his allies following to surround us.
Rough hands pawed at our clothes, pulling away our vibroswords and caressing our breasts. I watched as Kory's body was caressed and pinched and groped, her soft moans a sound that would have been music to my ears if I couldn't feel the
And if the moans weren't due to filthy tomb raiders and their hands, rather than my own or those of my other lovers, past and future. When one of them stroked the sodden cleft of her sex through her pants I almost snapped and attacked, but I contained myself, bottled up the anger. I was better than most Sith, who lashed out at the first spike of anger, acting on a whim and ruled by their emotions. I wasn't going to get the two of us killed over poorly-timed possessiveness, especially not when it's very cause meant that my plan was working.
As more of them gathered around, laying their hands on us, I reached out with my mind to caress Kory's own presence, warning and comforting her in equal measure. All I needed was for them to be close enough with their guards down, and I would remind them that Kory and I, though Acolytes, were Sith.
I could feel them reach the tipping point, feel the group hit that invisible line where their carnal desires outweigh their caution and their defenses began to crumble. I pressed against their minds, seeping in through the widening fissures and cracks of wisdom and widening them to desire-driven deficiency. As intelligence gave way to primal craving, and they began to focus more on preparing themselves for the gangbang that they no doubt imagined was about to take place, I reached out to Kory's mind and 'tapped' it twice, warning her that the time of our attack was but moments away. I felt her
We struck together, the Force exploding away from our bodies to send our enemies flying. I felt gleaming sparks of life in three of them snuff out as necks were broken, and we surged to our feet and launched our attack in earnest. I called the nearest blaster to my hands, shooting anyone and everyone in sight even as I struck those recovering from their brief flight with short, debilitating shocks. Kory, less capable of wielding the Force in violence than I was, had opted to retrieve her blade and a small blaster pistol, a combination that she was using to great effect.
Between the surprise of our attack and the fact that they had almost all lost hold of their weapons when we sent them flying, finishing them off wasn't hard. In fact, it was embarrassingly easy. I suppose they had survived this long because k'lor slugs and the typical Sith acolyte were far more likely to simply barrel straight towards them than do anything else.
Complacency breeds death.
We stripped their bodies when we were done, at least in so far as we lay claim to all the useful materials they were carrying. Grenades, for example, would come well in handy for our future endeavors. Nothing like a bit of a plasma explosion or a massive, blinding flash to even one's odds against superior numbers. By the time we finished, we each had a pistol, our vibroswords, a bandoleer of grenades, and extra canisters of Tibanna gas and power packs. Not that reloading our blasters would probably prove necessary, but it could hardly hurt to have the supplies on hand anyway.
"I can't believe that worked. They had women of their own, what would they have wanted us for? Why risk that we were lying, why risk getting in arm's reach of two Sith acolytes? Why not just shoot us, or beat us and then rape us?" Kory asked as we set off through the tomb again, carefully watching the shadows and peeking around corners for potential counter-attacks or ambushes.
"It's because we were Sith that they did things the way that they did. They wanted the thrill of dominating a pair of Sith, they wanted the thrill of the triumph over such dangerous and powerful enemies. It's the same reason most Sith would pay a hefty price to own a Jedi slave." I explained with a shrug, taking what I had seen in their minds and following the thread's logical train. "It's the feeling of having power over something or someone that would normally have power over you, even dictate whether you lived or died. It's the same thing with me and my former Mistress. Of course, when she submitted to me, she wasn't plotting anything, she simply learned her place was beneath me, not above."
"Wait, you seduced your former owner?" Kory actually stopped and stared at me at that, and I stopped as well, raising my eyebrow at her in confusion. If she knew about my 'rebellion', then how could she not be aware that Asmu-Nikal had been on my side throughout the entire affair?
Then the answer occurred, and I called myself a fool. Of course it wasn't being advertised or talked about! Neither Marr nor Nicky would want that particular detail known, both for their own reasons, and besides the two of them there were perhaps half-dozen people alive that knew all the details. Lachris wouldn't breathe a word, I was confident of that, either because Marr had ordered her to be silent or because she was smart enough not to risk making unnecessary enemies without his advice.
"I did, but you can't breathe a word of that to anyone unless I give you permission otherwise, Kory. I mean it. Neither of us want someone deciding to make an example of us to make sure it doesn't happen again." I warned sternly, getting a rapid head nod of agreement as the red-head paled slightly at the idea. Satisfied that she was appropriately warned, I continued. "Yes, Asmu-Nikal and I became lovers fairly early on, but I was able to eventually take her affections and her heart for my own and bring out her submissive side in full force. She sided with me during the slave revolt."
I hesitated, considering whether to say any more than that, before deciding against it. As close as Kory would eventually be to me, I did not yet own her whole-hearted loyalty. Until I did, control of information was important. Hopefully, when I finally did tell her the truth (the truth of this universe, that is, not the whole 'this was all a video game to me once upon a time' truth), she would be understanding of my reluctance. Instead, I shook my head and looked around, my eyes falling across a convenient cul-de-sac off to our right side. One with a sizeable sarcophagus dominating the center of the room.
Wrapping my hand around Kory's wrist, I dragged her towards the room. She squeaked once, softly, and I could feel her [Embarrassment] and [Anticipation] as she realized my goal, my intention to fulfill the promise that I had made her not so very long ago. What I did not sense, however, was anything approaching distaste, disapproval, or reluctance. Beyond, perhaps, the faintest of concern, which I would wager had considerably more to do with us potentially getting ambushed and slaughtered while we focused on fucking.
A reasonable concern, but I was pretty sure everyone in the general vicinity had just died rather brutally at our hands. The other acolytes were ahead of us and there was not likely to be another group arriving anytime soon, which meant that (with the aforementioned demise of the tomb raiders) we would be free and clear for the time being. Free and clear for me to claim the slender and sweet redhead for my own.
"Vestara…" she started to say as we came to a stop beside the sarcophagus, only to make a soft noise of surprise as I turned on her, one hand wrapping around the side of her neck while the other fell to her hip. Leverage I used to move her bodily and press her against the side of the massive stone construct, holding her in place while my lips fell onto hers.
The kiss was not gentle or romantic, but rough and domineering, and as she squealed against my lips I channeled a mild flow of electrical energy into her once again. Her hands went to my chest, latching onto my breasts and kneading them as best she could, which was pretty damn well given the tattered nature of my shirt. Her arousal, which had started to fade during the tactical molestation we had endured and the killing that had followed, was growing again, spiking with every shock as she started to press herself up towards me. She was desperate for more pleasure, desperate for not just my touch but the security I provided, and I was more than ready to give it to her. This wasn't the time for slow, steady, teasing sex. This was the time for hard, unforgiving, domineering fucking.
I spun her around, a firm hand on her back bending her deeply enough that her face and breasts were pressed against the sarcophagus' carved surface, while the other gripped her thin pants tight and yanked them below her knees. Only moments later, the head of my cock was pressed against her soaked lips and splitting them open
"Ah…ahh!" she cried out, hands slapping down onto the stone as I inexorably pushed deeper inside of her, spreading her tunnel wide. A more difficult task than I had, but I certainly wasn't going to complain, in fact I relished how tight she was the entire time I worked my way into her. When my hips were finally pressed against the firm globes of her ass, every inch of my length surrounded by tight and clenching wetness, I ran both my hands up her back with a hum of blissful satisfaction.
"Force but you're tight, Kory. You feel so good." I groaned softly, and she gave a breathless sort of giggle in response as her hips shifted slightly from side to side, her internal muscles tightening and loosening rhythmically as she tried to get used to the intrusion. Not that I intended to give her the opportunity, I thought with a perverse grin as I started to drag my cock back towards her entrance
"F-force, Ves-~!" she tried to protest at the movement, only to be cut off by her own moan as I quickly, and briefly, reversed my course. "Y-you have to let me get used to it! You're too big!"
"I warned you on the shuttle, didn't I? You're mine now, Kory, which means this unnaturally perfect cock is going to spend an awful lot of time in one of your holes." I purred, the words a promise and a threat in equal measure, and she gave a shudder that was well and truly a full-body shudder. "Hmm, you can be my cute little cockwarmer. Every night, after a long day of study underneath the overseers, you can spend some time underneath me while I stuff you full of cum. Then you can spend the rest of the night with me buried to the hilt inside you, keeping my cock nice and warm in those cold Korribani nights."
"Y-you can't just s-say it like that." She whined, sounding embarrassed, something that I found to be utterly adorable. Though not adorable enough for my to stop my efforts to fuck her, as my cock slipped out of her entirely, getting another, wordless whine in response. Slapping my flared cockhead on her pussy lips, the resulting sound a distinctly wet and lewd one, I enjoyed the moan she offered in response before sliding back into her and setting a heavy pace.
"Ah, ah, umf~!" she vocalized, every sound arousing, as she slid back and forth a few inches with every cycle of thrusts, her barely-clad breasts and stomach scrapping lightly across the stone. "Ves, y-you need to take it easy! I haven't had anyone in s-so long! I need to be able to walk for the rest of this trial, Ves!"
"I am taking it easy on you, kitten. Which is why you'll be able to stumble along after me for the rest of the day. If it wasn't for the trial, the best thing you would be able to manage was a slow crawl." I 'reassured' her, punctuating the statement with a particularly deep thrust, one that had her crying out loudly in pleasure and pain alike as I pressed against the very deepest parts of her pussy.
There wasn't much conversation, after that, just the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as I fucked Kory into a tear-stained mess, her cries echoing off of the walls around us, her [Desire] and [Bliss] and [Hope] pouring into the Force like a torrent. A flood of emotion one that I was eager to consume and draw strength from.
Our presences, our souls themselves folded around one another like twin stars as we poured ourselves into one another.
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What seemed like hours after we had begun, I watched as Kory tried to recover, breathing heavily as she half-lay across the sarcophagi's stone surface. Her pussy and upper thighs stained with our mixed fluids, even as more leaked out of her thoroughly packed womb, and tucked my length back into my pants.
"A pity that I don't have anything to plug you with, especially something that wouldn't render you incapable of fighting." I mused, both teasing and genuinely disappointed, running my right hand along the bare, sweaty skin of her back, fingers tracing along the length of her spine, and she shuddered softly and pressed her side against me as best she could. The mix of emotions radiating off of her had me narrowing my eyes in some concern, and I stroked her again gently. "What's wrong, sweet Kory? Did you not enjoy yourself?"
"No, no of course not, it was wonderful! I've never cum that hard in my life, you can believe that!" she hastened to assure me, shaking her head as best she could and flashing me a genuine but somewhat tired smile, though it faded slightly as she continued. "You were so rough with me, so dominant, and I am…I didn't expect to like that so much. I wasn't pretty enough to get fucked often, even by the guards, but when someone did want me, they weren't particularly pleasant about it."
I wasn't surprised to hear that, though I was paradoxically annoyed that Kory hadn't been considered 'pretty enough' to get raped regularly. It was good that she hadn't suffered that way, of course it was, but how blind were those that once owned her? Certainly, she was no great beauty like Nicky or Lana, nor even possessed the cute, trained, seductive attractiveness of Kela or the lethal, honed grace of Lachris, but in all fairness she was a former slave. And not in the manner that Kela, or even I, had been to Nicky. It was obvious from her appearance that she had never been finely dressed, perfumed, decorated with fine makeup. On the contrary, it was clear that the opposite was the case. Her hair was cut short, out of the way. Her body was littered with small scars, fading bruises still painted her skin, her hands were calloused and her skin darkened by long exposure to the sun. Yet despite all of that, I was quite sure she would be beautiful indeed once given the opportunity and the means. Even as she was now, I found her breathtaking. Cute, gentle, sweet, with a good heart, strong in her own understated way. And that wasn't even the pleasant afterglow of a good fuck talking.
Of course, all that was beside the point. Right now, I had a vulnerable, surprised, submissive masochist-in-training pressed against me for comfort and reassurance. She was my priority, as she well should be, especially in this moment.
"It is not so strange that you didn't expect it. You're not used to being with, even being used and abused, to wield a common phrase, a dominant lover that can show you affection. One who can make sure, wants to make sure, that pain is equaled or surpassed by pleasure." I explained gently, stroking her again, letting my presence wash over her in the Force even as she felt my comforting hand on her skin. "You're not used to someone genuinely caring for you."
"And you do care for me, don't you? I could sense that, when we were together. While you held me. Even when you were fucking me as hard as you could, even as you growled and threatened and promised dark and depraved things, you never cared more for the sex than you did for me." She practically whispered the words, fear and awe and wonder and anticipation seeping from every word. And hope, such radiant blinding hope, that the seeping miasma of the dark side that seeped from every inch of the stone around us seemed to recede before it.
"Yes I do. I'm not trying to save you just because you'll be a fun fuck and a cute bedwarmer, or because it's a simple little game for me to save your life. I'm saving you because I want to save you. The fact that you're mine now only enhances that desire, not creates it." I confirmed, relishing in the reactions, the emotions, that flowed from her into the Force around us.
Practically humming with relief, pleasure, and a kernel of genuine affection, Kory unsteadily straightened up and tidied her clothes, hiding away her flooded sex once again. Once she was presentable, or as much as she could be under the circumstances, she pressed herself against my chest.
"You really mean that…heh. As long as you'll have me, I'm yours. However, whenever, whyever, whereever you want me, I belong to you. My mistress, Vestara Khai." She murmured, she promised, before leaning up to press a kiss to my lips and pulling away before my hands could start to wander again, a spark in her eyes once more as she folded her hands behind her back and bent slightly towards me with a small smile. "Come along, mistress. Let's go find an old man and earn our way into the Academy itself. We've a trial to pass and a dorm room to claim and christen, don't we? I wonder what other ways we can find to make eachother feel good?"
With that, she spun around in an oddly-graceful pirouette and made her way back towards the entryway. I watched her swaying ass make it's way across the room, eyes locked on the small stain that I was positive I could see on the thin cloth between her thighs, before inhaling sharply and following. Kory was right, we had a trial to complete…and, it seemed, I had more of a reward to collect when we were finished.
Here we come, Spindrall. I hope you're ready for us.