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."
"No, I don't," He said, edging closer to her. "You are amazing."
Lana knew what he wanted, and perhaps if Elema had finished the massage as she had intended, Lana would be sated and done. But instead the blonde-haired Sith Lord found herself turned on and unsatisfied, and this gorgeous hunk of man was now offering himself to her, and she could not deny the urge to accept his proposal. True, she had only fucked him previously to take his measure, and a second encounter was not strictly necessary. Still, it may be enjoyable...
"You want me?" She asked teasingly, "Then you can wait. I have to get a shower," Lana declared, and rose from the chair. Making for the door that led to a nearby corridor, she paused and looked back over her shoulder. As she expected, Phorlis was rising to follow her, eyes fixed on her shapely ass, which she swayed seductively as she moved.
In the corridor, Lana moved slowly, gently placing one bare foot in front of the other, using the Force to sense that the other Sith Lord was still on her tail. Phorlis followed at a distance, in no rush, as Lana made for the bath room. Inside was the massive sunken bath-come-pool where Lana often bathed with Elema, but right now it was lying empty.
Lana paused at the entrance, and shrugged out of her robe. It fell to the floor, revealing her nude body and backside to Phorlis, and then she stepped down into the empty bath. She gestured and used the Force, and the overhead shower came on, cascading hot water down onto her. Her blonde hair darkened and flattened against her head as she tipped it back, letting the droplets fall and run in rivulets down her flawless naked body.
Phorlis watched for a few moments, adoring the sight. Lana made no move to hide any aspect of herself, closing her eyes and letting her hands roam freely up and down her body, teasing her breasts and pussy, fingers gently highlighting her gorgeous curves. Slowly, Phorlis began to undress himself, pulling off his heavy robes and armour. Even on a normal day a Sith Lord dressed for battle, and the Pureblood was no exception, so it took him a few minutes to get nude. Lana did not mind, opening her eyes to watch him strip as she continued to touch herself.
Finally, Phorlis stood naked, his fantastically muscled body on proud display. Lana grinned lustily to see him exposed, and her gaze lingered on his massive cock, which was rapidly engorging to its full impressive size. The Pureblood reached down and began to stroke his erection, letting Lana stare at it a little longer and lust for it a little more. It was not until he saw her lick her lips hungrily that he laughed and then approached.
Descending the steps of the bath, Phorlis approached Lana and soon felt the spray of hot water upon his skin. She reached out, pulled him closer, and kissed him again as the water ran down their faces. His massive arms hugged her tight, causing her sumptuous tits to press up against his ripped chest. Below, his erection, sticking up firmly, slapped her stomach. Lana's fingers found it, grabbed hold, and began jerking it gently as their kissing continued.
Phorlis moaned deeply as her hands, delicate yet strong, went to work on his cock. Lana relished the feel of it, almost as big as her lightsaber and just as comforting to have in her palm. Seeing how much the Pureblood was getting into it, Lana broke the kiss, looked Phorlis deep in the eyes and began to pump faster with both hands. "Hands or mouth?" She asked him over the sound of the shower.
"You know you want to taste me again," He told her confidently.
Lana nodded and dropped to her knees. Sweeping a thick strand of wet hair from her face, she guided his erection towards her mouth. Clamping her lips over the tip (unable to get the full length in her) she began to lick and suck. At first all she could taste was the shower water, but after a moment the sweet precum goodness of his cock came through. She relished the flavour, working the shaft with her hands in an effort to get him to cum.
"Oh fuck," Phorlis moaned, encouraging her. "Yeah, you really wanted this, didn't you?"
