Senate District, Coruscant. 4 ABY.
"Awaken, my apprentice."
Her eyes snapped open, as green and bright as if she had just lain down for the night. The voice had come from within, meant for her alone, and even if she hadn't recognized the deep, menacing tones there was only one being in the entire galaxy who could reach her in such a manner, her heart racing as she slipped out from under the flabby arm of an Imperial bureaucrat and came to her feet.
Moving quickly, at one point jogging, the redhead made her way to the roof. She wasn't the only person awake this time of night, but as she jiggled past, her 36Bs flopping with every leggy stride, her 168-centimeter body glistening in the light, the others simply looked right past her as if she wasn't even there. For a woman used to turning heads even when clothed, that was just another sign that she was either dreaming--or slowly going mad. And after all that she had been through these past several months, either explanation would have made sense.
Bursting through the door, Mara Jade* stumbled breathlessly onto the rooftop and went wide-eyed when she saw the only man she had ever loved, his long black cloak fluttering in the gentle breeze, his wrinkled face obscured by a large cowl. Suddenly feeling nervous and underdressed despite the many times he had used her perfect body to his dark heart's content, Mara slowed to a stop and turned just enough to hide her naked front.
"Is it really you?" she asked, her posh Coruscanti voice barely a whisper. "But I--I felt you die."
"My body, not my essence," the late Emperor Palpatine grumbled.
That wasn't enough for a woman who had been given up by her birth parents and essentially raised by the Dark Lord, Mara's green eyes welling up in an uncharacteristic display of feminine emotion as she charged the shadowy man and began pounding his chest with her fists.
"You bastard! Why didn't you contact me sooner? You were my world! Everything I had was because of you! Now I'm a whore! I suck cock for credits and sell my holes to Bothans!"
To that Palpatine said nothing, breathing loudly while he waited for her to tire out. There was something off-putting about him, as if the effort of reaching from beyond the grave had drained his power. Mara could sympathize, having lost nearly all her Force talent after he was killed above Endor. After only a few moments of violence she finally regained control, dainty hands shaking as she lowered them to her sides.
Before she could apologize, a great power shook the building and dropped her to her knees. Quakes weren't uncommon in this part of Coruscant, but as a lifelong resident she couldn't remember one so strong, only understanding why when she lifted her chin and found herself mere centimeters from a pulsing, throbbing phallus leaking yellow pre-cum all over the dirty permacrete.
"Oh Master," Mara moaned, taking him in hand and pumping his swollen shaft. She didn't hesitate to lean in and lap at his dripping cockhead, the brackish, salty taste of his semen igniting her senses and leaving her feeling stronger with every lick. Palpatine had been her first, and although he was by far the smallest of her countless male lovers he had always been her favorite, capable of making her feel things no other being could.
"Yes," the old man groaned from beneath his cowl. "Give in to me; give in to your desires. Do not run from your heritage; accept that you are nothing but an extension of my power."
Mara looked into his glowing yellow eyes, spitting then jerking his shaft. "I've never believed otherwise, Master. You are my reason for existing. I live to obey your every command."
She engulfed his member, taking him down to the root before slowly sucking her way back up. Now Palpatine did react, running his fingers through her silken red hair and rocking on his heels while she bobbed her head and drooled all over them both. She wasn't the best cock gobbler he had ever been with--not with Varina Kadaara at his beck and call--but she was fully capable of holding her own, drawing on the skills she had learned from her Twi'lek tutors to make him curl his sinister lips and squeeze his hands into fists.
"Come on," Mara urged. "Jizz, old man. Give me your hot load."
Palpatine grinned--the redhead sensing it rather than seeing it--and after only a few more deep sucks gave her what she wanted, Mara's eyes going wide when he suddenly exploded in her face. She didn't miss a single drop, moving faster than she had in a long time and sealing her pouty mouth around the spurting hose and swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the most delicious semen she had ever tasted. It was heavier and thicker than what she was used to, more nerf than human, but that only made her want it more, her flat belly hard and uncomfortable by the time she finished draining his undead balls.
"Feeling better now, my apprentice?"
