Disclaimer: This story is based on Lana Beniko, from the Bioware game Star Wars: The Old Republic. Lana has found a rival in Lord Phorlis, an insatiable Sith Pureblood. Now they will compete for the favour of their mutual Master, Darth Arkous... if they can stop fucking long enough to actually fight, that is.
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Part 4 - Sex, and a Showdown
Sith Lord Lana Beniko had had a long day, and was glad of the chance to relax. She was currently lounged out, face down and naked, on a jet-black massage table in the large suite she called her home. Through the windows nearby, Lana could see the vast urban sprawl of the Imperial capital of Kaas City, a dark metropolis characterised by grey-black towers. Lightning flashed in the sky, and rain fell heavily on the land below.
Leaning over her, Lana's scantily clad Twi'lek slave, Elema, dug her hands in and began to massage her Mistress's body. Lana felt her aches vanish as the blue-skinned alien worked diligently. She began at the Sith Lord's calves and worked up, along Lana's smooth thighs and perfectly formed ass, and then paid close attention to the back. Lana sighed contentedly as she relaxed.
The Sith Lord began to lose track of time, and was almost drifting off to sleep when Elema whispered gently, "Please turn over, Mistress."
Lana complied, rolling onto her back and allowing the Twi'lek to continue. Again she began at the feet, lightly rubbing Lana's perfect toes and heels, and then working up. As the slave reached Lana's legs, she paid close attention to the inner-thighs. As she did so, Elema's delicate hands accidently brushed her Mistress's pussy and its light crop of blonde hair. Lana felt a tingle, and moaned softly.
Moving on, the slave reached Lana's breasts, and gave them a tender massage that only served to stir the Sith Lord's growing arousal. From there on to Lana's strong lightsaber-wielding arms, rubbing away the aches. Finally, Elema announced, "Finished, Mistress."
Lana pondered this. Yes, she was tired, but the sexy Twi'lek's tender administrations had woken the Sith Lord's hunger. "You have done well, my slave," Lana found herself saying, "But one part of me still needs work..." And with that she parted her legs, and Elema's eyes darted to the human's pussy, exposed and glistening moist.
"Of course, Mistress," She intoned, and lowered her gorgeous face. Lana smiled as she felt the alien's eager lips kiss playfully around her snatch, teasing to enhance her pleasure. And then suddenly she felt the Twi'lek's tongue, well-practiced and skilled, delve deep and caress her clit.
"Oh!" Exclaimed Lana, delighted by the sensation. Elema had been her slave for many months, but she never tried of the intense pleasure that her loyal Twi'lek could provide. "Oh yes, there!" She whispered between moans, encouraging Elema's actions.
The slave licked and teased with enthusiastic devotion, knowing exactly how to please her Mistress and eagerly taking to her appointed task. Beneath her, Lana gently twitched, moaning her approval, and Elema drank eagerly of the taste of her pussy.
Lana was just starting to really get into it, feeling the tingle and stirrings of an approaching orgasm, when suddenly a chime sounded in the room. It was the sign of someone at the apartment's entrance. Immediately Elema ceased her efforts, looking up at Lana. "Mistress?"
The Sith Lord sighed. Whoever was calling at this late hour was either extremely important and on official Imperial business, or had a death wish. "Answer the door, my slave," She said with some reluctance.
With a bow, Elema turned and departed the room. Moving swiftly down the adjoining corridor, she made for the suite's entrance, a small waiting room connected to a turbolift that ran the length of the tower they lived in. Despite her revealing attire (the current fashion among slaves on the Imperial capital world of Dromund Kaas) the Twi'lek answered the door without embarrassment.
Standing there beside the turbolift access was an Adonis of a man. A massive figure of a Sith Pureblood, crimson of skin and ruggedly handsome of face, he cut an impressive figure in his black Sith robes and armour. "Good evening," Said the man in a rich deep voice, running his eyes over Elema's revealing attire with obvious approval. "I am Lord Phorlis. I wish to speak with Lord Beniko."
The Twi'lek bowed in the presence of the Sith, and tried not to dwell overly long on his gorgeous smouldering eyes and wild, black hair. "Please come this way, my Lord," She said, and led him to the living room.
Waiting there, sitting upon the metal and cushioned sofa, sat Lana, hastily dressed in a single piece green robe. "Lord Phorlis," She greeted warmly, though her eyes betrayed her annoyance, "To what do I owe the honour of your presence at this late hour?"
Elema scurried swiftly from the room, leaving the Sith to converse in private, as Lord Phorlis moved to sit by Lana. Confident as ever, he looked her deep in her sparkling golden eyes. "It has been several days since we last met. I thought it was time that I paid you a visit, to see how you are settling in to life in the capital."
His deep voice was warm, inviting, almost concerned, but Lana was not fooled. Phorlis was making some sort of point in visiting her, that much was clear. They were both apprentices to the powerful and influential Darth Arkous, but 'officially' they had never met. Their Master was clearly scheming by keeping them both in the dark about each other. It was only in aid of foiling that agenda that Lana deigned to meet with Phorlis at all.
"I am settling in well, thank you," She told him. "And if you wished to meet tomorrow to discuss other matters I would of course be amenable, but I regret to say that it has been a long day and..."
She trailed off, hoping he would get the hint, but the massive Pureblood was not listening. Sliding in close to her, he spoke in a husky voice. "I cannot forget what we did last week," Phorlis told her. "You pleased me in a way no other woman ever has."
In spite of herself, Lana smiled fondly at the memory. "You flatter me, my Lord."
