Disclaimer: This story is based on Lana Beniko, from the Bioware game Star Wars: The Old Republic. It's about her and two men. If you don't like female-led threesomes, don't read this!
Part 1 -- Hot on Hoth
Lana Beniko, aspiring Sith Lord, stalked quietly down the frozen corridors of Frostwake Outpost. Ice crawled down metal walls around her, and intruding snow crunched underfoot. The cold was all-permeating on Hoth, and Lana and the troops under her command had long since given up trying to fight its encroachment into their bunker.
Lana was a loyal servant of the Sith Empire, and she served with dedication. However, more and more she had begun to question if this assignment on Hoth was the best use of her considerable talents. The war with the Republic went on across the galaxy, and while Hoth saw the occasional engagement with the corrupt servants of Coruscant, it was hardly a place to distinguish herself.
Lana pondered what she would do about this as she turned a corner and descended a flight of frozen steps. With a dancer's grace and a Sith's awareness, Lana did not need to slow at all to avoid slipping on the ice. Making her way for towards her quarters, she was looking forward to a few hours of meditation and study, honing her mastery of the dark side.
Lana's thoughts were interrupted by curious sounds, and she came to a halt. Stifled moans came from down a corridor to her right, near the base's common room area. She frowned, trying to recall if there were any interrogations going on, but recalling none scheduled she made her way to the source.
Rounding a bend, Lana caught sight of two figures. Ducking back into cover behind a steel pillar, she watched what was going on. Lana saw that the two, both men, were locked in each other's arms and kissing passionately. She recognised them as two of the base's Imperial Army troopers, new recruits who had arrived a few days ago and obviously had no idea how easily their moans carried in the base's metal corridors.
Lana took in the two men with her golden eyes, observing them making out. Both men were young and strong, well-trained physiques obvious under their casual off-duty clothes. One of them was a wiry male with sandy hair and a cute if youthful face. He was being pressed against a cold wall by his friend, a broad-chested giant with short hair and rugged features. The larger man was dominating the smaller, kissing him fiercely and pinning him in place with powerful hands, but the smaller man was clearly enjoying it, moaning and gasping in pleasure.
Lana watched, drinking in the sight. Such fierce and unbridled passion, she marvelled.
Suddenly, she thought of the first part of the Sith Code. 'Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength.'
Like many Sith, Lana's passion of choice had always been rage and anger, though in her case these were quietly honed and focused, and she was not given to the wild rages of some of her fellow Lords.
The passion she saw in these two men was of an all-too-different sort, but she could clearly see its strength. Through the Force she could feel the two men's intense pleasure, their desperate lust-filled NEED for each other. Both were aware of the fact that they were in an open corridor, and the risk of discovery provided an edge of danger to their activities that fed their passion more.
Lana reached deeper into the Force, sampling their lust like a fine wine and drank ever-deeper of it. Her body began to react, and Lana felt a tingle between her legs as her own needs stirred. Almost without thinking she let a single delicate hand slip down her body, and she began teasing her pussy through her clothes. For a moment she cursed her weakness and made herself stop, but again she remembered her teachings.
Holding back was for Jedi, and she was Sith.
Reassured by this, Lana continued to watch the two men's arousing display, touching herself with ever-greater intensity. Her hands roamed over her breasts and between her legs, teasing and caressing, and Lana began to resent the clothes that were in the way.
This anti-clothing agenda, it seemed, was shared by duo she watched. The big guy's right hand had dropped to his partner's crotch and began firmly massaging the growing bulge he found there. The smaller man gasped in open pleasure, returning the gesture by grabbing the other and gently stroking. Lana's eyes locked onto the larger man's bulge, and realised with a smile that EVERYTHING about that man was massive.
"I want to fuck you," The large man whispered to his friend, voice husky with lust.
"We... we can't," Breathed the other back, the words paining him to say. "We can't get privacy in the barracks."
"Then I'll strip you naked and fuck you right here!" Promised the larger man, and Lana could feel through the Force that his lust was so intense that he meant it.
A thought suddenly occurred to Lana, and for a moment she considered rejecting it and leaving. But she was curious. She could feel their passion and admitted to herself that she wanted to be part of it, and so Lana acted on her idea.
"Perhaps I may be of help," She said casually, stepping out of cover and crossing her arms in a relaxed posture.
Immediately the two men jumped, breaking their embrace and standing at rapt attention (erections still blatant through their clothes). They stared, ashen faced, at the superior who had caught them. The fact that Lana was a Sith and feared by all in the base only increased their dread.
