A/N: Hi everyone! Its been quite some time since I wrote an author's note so I decided I shall do so this time round.
No sex in this chapter today so I greatly apologize for that! There's only so much I can cram into a chapter before I get tired and have to stop at an appropriate point in the story. Nevertheless, I hope you guys can see that I'm trying to write more content per chapter so you readers can enjoy.
I know this page is all about erotica, and I would like to thank those who read my stories and rate them as well. But I also want to know your thoughts on the story so far besides the sex scenes. Is my attempts at branching out and adding my own flair and twists to the story while keeping to the original content going good so far? Let me know!
The real encouragement I get is from those who comment and give their two cents about what they feel about it! (Besides saying 'its good!'. I appreciate it but I would love to see a little more detail as to what part of it you love.) It feels more personal and encourages me to write more so if you can, please comment if you have the time!
Enjoy this new chapter! Cheers!
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Morning came quickly for the disciple of Ragnos. When he woke, Malora was already cleaned up and her belly had returned to normal. He laid there as she paced about her quarters in the nude, admiring her well-toned derriere and ample bosom as it bounced with each step she took. As her she turned her back to him, Aaric noticed what seemed to be the same symbol of Marka Ragnos etched under her skin on her right butt cheek.
Aaric concluded that it may be a mark of his dominance and control over her, so he would not need to worry about betrayal from his new cocksleeve. It didn't hurt anyone to be too careful, however. Having deemed enough rest, he got up stark naked as well and began putting on his clothes.
Malora noticed his actions and greeted him with a curtsey, jiggling her bounteous breasts and threatening Aaric's pole to stir once again. "Good morning, my lord. I trust you had a good rest?"
"Yes I have, my dear." Aaric replied as nonchalantly as he could. He would not show favoritism or thoughtfulness yet until he had more women under his thrall. It was best suited to play upon women's jealousies and fight over him, trying to outdo one another to please him. "I will need to return to the academy immediately. Is the brain ready?"
"Yes, my lord. Once The dark council sees it, it will definitely discredit Lord Renning and exile him. Execute him even, if we're lucky." Malora explained, she suddenly turned meek as a dusk of pink graced her cheeks "Ah... my lord? I hope you found my body enjoyable."
Aaric chuckled at how tame she was towards him now that he had asserted dominance over the woman. He stepped forward and pulled her body towards his. Smashing her chest onto his and grinding his bulge on her nether regions. "And what a wonderful body it is." He hissed enticingly. "I look forward to the next time we meet again. Then, your arse is mine."
Malora shivered at the thought and noted in the back of her mind to start training her anal passage for the day he returned. "I understand, master. Do you have any further instructions?"
"Continue with your original plans. Dispose of Lord Renning with the brain, then ensure you choose a new master who is someone as influential as possible within the Sith Sanctum or the Imperial High Command." Aaric ordered. "When the time comes and I have risen through the ranks, you will be called upon to stand at my side. Is that clear?"
"Crystal, my lord." She bowed again, "Master?"
"Yes, What is-" His sentence was cut-off by warm lips encompassing his. Overcoming the shock of the sudden action, Aaric took control of the situation and leaned onto Malora; forcing her invading tongue back into her mouth with his own. He could feel her dedication and devotion from the presence she was subconsciously emitting. Aaric smirked as he pulled away from the kiss. She would be useful later.
"I'll be ready next time we meet, my lord. Goodbye." She declared sultrily as possible.
Aaric merely nodded in response and made his way back to the academy.
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Aaric strode down the hallway towards Overseer Tremel's office. But just as he was about to turn the corner, a familiar hulking dunce rounded it and blocked his path: Dolgis. Aaric's annoyance levels rose again. It seemed one lesson was not enough, so another was due to put him out of his misery.
"Well, look who's here. Remember me?"
"Of course! Dolgis: the slave who was vomiting all over the floor like a beggar. Are we here to play twenty questions? If not, you need to move out of my way." "I put myself in your way, buddy. On purpose." Dolgis sneered, visibly agitated from being reminded being beaten so swiftly. "Notice anything interesting? No witnesses. No witnesses means no rules."
Aaric's fingers twitched in annoyance. It seemed this fool was finally giving in to his temptation to get himself killed.
"No more shortcuts. No more special treatment. You're just gonna be another dead failure on Korriban!" The dim-witted hulk declared as he drew his blade and swung downwards in one swoop.
Aaric, snorting at such an awfully telegraphed move, side stepped the attack and delivered a mighty force-enhanced blow to Dolgis' gut followed by a kick to the back of his knee, forcing him to kneel. Finally, a swift smash to the back of his head with the pommel of his warblade.
In less than a span of five seconds, Dolgis was down on the ground once again nursing cracked ribs, traumatized solar plexus and a brutalized cervical spine which would impede his movement temporarily. The dunce groaned as he convulsed and heaved once again with his face stuck to the floor, covering it in vomitus.
"Cross my path again Dolgis, and that will be the last thing you ever do. Tell the rest of them. Hell, tell all the acolytes on Korriban: I'm coming for Vemrin, and he better not run away."
Leaving him to his own devices, he turned sharply and continued through the hallway. Entering the Overseer's office, Aaric noted a worried expression gracing Tremel's features. Upon the sound of the doors sliding open, Tremel immediately went up to him.
"Thank the force you have arrived! And not a moment too soon." He spoke worriedly, "We must speak quickly, acolyte. There isn't much time. I may have made a slight miscalculation."
"Miscalculation?" Aaric raised a brow, "Was I not supposed to kill the beast of Marka Ragnos?"
"Maybe. But it doesn't matter now." Tremel replied, "The beast of Marka Ragnos was a great source of dark energy here on Korriban. When it was slain, there was a tremor in the force. Darth Baras felt that tremor and has become aware of your presence. He demands an audience."
Aaric was taken aback, if only slightly. He paused in thought before continuing, "If that's what he wants, then who are we to not entertain him? Tell me what to expect, overseer."
"Good. You do not let the unexpected control your fears." The overseer praised, then furrowed his brows as he explained. "Baras is a serious man, but a master of deception. Everything he does and says is calculated. He will attempt to trip you up, test your nature, get to the heart of who you are. Always take him seriously, and I mean always."
Aaric nodded grimly. A war of words and minds were sometimes more dangerous than those dealt with swords. "Understood overseer. I shall tread carefully in his presence."
Unexpectedly, Tremel strode up to him and gave him a piercing glare as if to emphasize his point. "Be very careful, acolyte. One slight misstep, and he can destroy you or bend you to his will without you even knowing it. We might not speak again acolyte. You're the best chance of stopping Vemrin. If you fail, I doubt there will be another strong enough. Good luck. Meet Darth Baras in his chambers and hurry! He won't take kindly to waiting."
