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CRIMSON CORRIDOR - CORUSCANT - 32 BBY
To Lorn Pavan--face pressed against a tiny transparisteel port looking out of a waste processing container, his hand frantically tugging at his swollen prick--what was happening outside was like something right out of a pornvid. Sparks flying with every electric clash, her long golden mane swirling around her naked body, her firm breasts heaving with every frantic breath, the Jedi Padawan Darsha Assant backpedaled frantically, her piss-colored lightsaber blade a blur as she spun and parried and used every trick in her repertoire to beat back the demon-faced Sith and his doubled-ended weapon, the blood-red blades lashing out like venomous jaws intent on stealing the life from perhaps the best cocksucker Lorn had ever known.
Yet, even in a power-generating facility as big as this one, with its maze of crisscrossing catwalks, there was only so far Darsha could retreat, her curvy body gleaming in powerful industrial lights as she struggled to keep pace with the less-skilled but much stronger Sith Lord. And when the end came it came quickly, the shorter Sith whipping his staff around before following with his foot, knocking her lightsaber out of her hand before hitting her full in the face with his boot, snapping her golden head back before sending her flying off the catwalk to the floor below. Lorn gasped in horror, but at the last moment Darsha came to and used the Force to cushion her fall, landing delicately on her pretty size eight feet.
Lorn could only shake his head. He had hated the Jedi ever since they stole his Force-sensitive son so many years ago, and just a few hours earlier he had been ready to strangle Darsha after she saved him. Now, all he wanted to do was get out of this blasted container and help her any way he could. Gods help him, not only did he love the trashy spice-slut Jedi, but she had caused him to develop a blasted foot fetish!
"You would already be dead," his faithful droid partner I-Five said quietly, hard at work on the control panel. "She put us in here for a reason, Lorn." The container was apparently used to carbon freeze hazardous materials for safe transport. Lorn could only imagine what the machine was trying to do. "I took the liberty of recording our earlier trysts with her, if that helps."
Lorn's eyes widened. "All of it?"
I-Five chuckled. "Prostate stimulation from a droid is nothing to be ashamed of, Lorn. When you were spitted between me and Jedi Assant, however, will be harder to explain." His photoreceptors brightened. "Slut."
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Darsha called on the Force to steady herself, wishing again that she'd had time to further hone her talents. Anoon Bondara had been everything a Padawan could ask for in a teacher and father figure, but as a Battlemaster he had devoted most of their time teaching her complicated dueling styles and obscure martial arts, believing that once she had passed her Trials and become a true Knight they would have all the time in the galaxy to spend refining the immense power generated by her tittychlorians. When they weren't re-enacting his favorite holoporn scenes, that is, his immense Twi'lek prick one of the few things that could properly get her off.
But Anoon was dead now, having sacrificed himself against the relentless Sith Lord trying to kill her, and even if she managed to survive she would never become a Knight, having failed her Trials by letting her protectee be killed during a simple escort mission. All she had left were Lorn Pavan and the droid I-Five, and the longer she distracted the Sith the better their chances of escaping.
Climbing unsteadily to her feet, unfolding to her full statuesque height, she stared up at the Sith Lord on the gantry above and let him have a long look at her gorgeous face and naked golden-tanned flesh. In the Force, she felt a twinge of arousal as he stared at her heaving tits and laser-smooth pubic mound, but his discipline was ironclad and his hate and determination to take her life rather than her luscious body won out, although his thick alien penis bulged noticeably down the leg of his trousers.
Worn down by the long chase through the Crimson Corridor and further weakened by their battle, Darsha knew she wouldn't last much longer, and the moment she slipped up he would slay her. That left few options, and as Depa Billaba had taught her, when in doubt do what comes naturally.
Leaping and drawing on her power, she rocketed high into the air, calling her lightsaber to her hand as she somersaulted back onto the catwalk. As she landed, she threw her weapon as hard as she could, waiting until the last moment to ignite it with her mind. The Sith wasn't fooled, batting the yellow blade away before lunging toward her. What he failed to notice, however, was that she had also used the Force to rip his trousers open, freeing his black and red tattooed penis to protrude like a fat battering ram in front of him, and when he raised his thrumming weapon high into the air for a killing blow, she dropped to her knees and opened her pouty mouth as wide as possible to accomodate him.
Time slowed to a crawl for Darsha, her blue eyes squeezed shut as she waited for the Sith's weapon to find its mark and end her existence. She could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth, stretching her as Anoon once had, his fat mushroom head pressing against the back of her throat and making her drool down her chin as the rancid taste of his dirty flesh mixed with his pungent pre-cum to jumpstart her libido, her gooey cunt twitching, her pink nipples growing painfully hard.
Sensing opportunity, she clung to the Sith's hips and pulled him to her while she sucked, sensual lips tightening around his pulsing shaft, her flustered cheeks hollowing. After several passes she risked opening her eyes, almost gasping when she looked up and saw pure evil staring back at her, though his lightsaber remained high and motionless. Darsha loosed a mental sigh. Once again, all the time she had spent eating dick over the years had paid off.
Bobbing her head, making the Sith's legs wobble, she risked a glance at the containment unit below and wasn't surprised to see Lorn staring at her with jealous lust. His breath fogged the tiny port in the door, and from his fluttering eyes and the way I-Five was standing directly behind him, it was clear the droid was jerking him off. That made Darsha groan, her pussy dripping as she recalled their earlier trysts and the way Lorn had attacked I-Five's big droid cock like a veteran vidskank, sucking and riding him with such intensity that at times she wondered if they were only including her so they wouldn't have to admit the truth of their relationship.
Putting them out of her mind, Darsha focused on the Sith and didn't exactly hate what she was doing, which made her feel guilty but only added to her arousal. His cock was big but still slender and wieldly, more Gungan than Trandoshan, the latter like a gigantic missile good for deep unsubtle pounding and little else. His breathing changed as she attacked the underside with her long tongue, and in reply he began kneading her chest, not with his hands but with the Force, Darsha letting out a surprised yelp before looking down to see her mounds dimpling and twisting in his invisible but no less pleasurable grip. Moaning, she instantly recalled the sexy tales she and Lorana Jinzler used to read on the HoloNet, about Sith Lords and their ability to Force-fuck tight young Jedi sluts from anywhere in the galaxy, turning them to the darkness with toe-curling orgasms and pleasure no Jedi male could possibly match.
