A/N: OH. MY. GOD. FINALLY! I am so sorry for uploading this so late. Studies, work and my love life got in the way and now that the studies portion of my life is going to be over soon, I can allocate more time to writing! Yay me!
Ugh... anyway I've been trying very hard to finish this off and publish this chapter so hopefully you guys don't have to wait too long for me to publish the next one. Plus like any other writer I had some writers block and edited a lot of things from my previous ideas.
I see that at least some of you are eager to see some hardcore Vette action soon. However, I must disappoint you by saying that this will not come soon. Vette is a special character to the Sith warrior even in the game's storyline and all I can say is that Aaric will be treating her like how one sexually grooms a innocent and naive girl to become a cum-loving sex slave: By slowly exposing her to increasingly frequent sexual acts of gradually increasing degrees. This is so that this whole story will have something for you readers to look forward to instead of the spattering "wham, bam, fuck you ma'am!" every now and then.
There was supposed to be an anal rape scene, but I omitted it out and skipped the entire scene as Literotica publishing rules says:
"We do not publish non-consent stories (even partial ones) involving real-life people or copyrighted characters."
Since it's a rape scene on a real character created under the Star Wars license, I cannot show you the scene.
As always, please read, vote and review! Thanks!
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"C'mon, Just say it! I saved your life, now you owe me!" Vette chirped as she skipped behind a triumphant looking Aaric.
"I don't owe you anything. I knew that shot was going to hit the one behind me. I let him get behind me, so I could test your skills and your conviction and I must say you didn't disappoint." The apprentice smirked.
"That's bantha crap and you know it." Vette accused. "You almost sliced my head off that one time!"
"I knew you would dodge it. Your Lekku's are extra-sensory organs, not lumpy pieces of meat." Aaric yawned in reply. "At least you have well-developed instincts."
"Of course I have! I've been more than a couple of fights in my lifetime you know?" Vette huffed and puffed out her chest with pride. Little did she know, her master leered at the way her chest jiggled as she did so through the corner of his eyes.
"What then? You want a reward my pretty little slave?" Aaric grinned and leaned closer to her, letting his warm breath tickle the nape of her neck and sending microshivers down her spine. "Because I can think of many ways to reward you, whether you want it or not."
"Uhh... I-I'll think about it later." She stammered, blushing furiously. "Looks like you got company."
As soon as the words left Vette's mouth, Aaric was suddenly accosted by the scarred daughter of Tremel: Eskella Gryton, accompanied by another two acolytes.
"You! Murderer! My father was a staunch traditionalist and he was especially hard on me. But he's my blood. Did you think you could kill him and get away with it?!" She all but screamed.
"That's a very dangerous accusation you're making Eskella." Aaric's gaze narrowed dangerously. "Any evidence to back that up?"
"Everybody says so. The whole place knows you killed him." Eskella seethed, pointing her warblade at Aaric's chest. "And now you have to die!"
"And are you really stupid enough to trust the rumors of acolytes of which most have one foot in the grave already?" Aaric questioned dispassionately.
Eskella, unfortunately, was having none of it. "You will rue the day you took his life! Attack!" She ordered. The two henchmen charged forward, hellbent on striking down their leader's enemy. They managed to reach within striking distance, but...
SNAP-HISS!
The attackers stop dead in their tracks with shocked looks on their faces as they each looked down to see a crimson blade sticking through their chests. Aaric didn't even need to move his arms. All he did was summon his lightfoil and his newly acquired lightsaber to his hands and activate them at the last second, letting the two assailants charge themselves unwittingly to their doom.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Aaric admonished, relishing on the stunned look on Eskella's face as he deactivated his sabers and the two very dead acolytes slumped to the floor. "So quick, so rash. See this? Your pitiful blades cannot match the power of a lightsaber, and I've got two. You stand in the hallway of Darth Baras. Even if you could kill me, you think you can survive the wrath of a Darth? Think with your head and not with your emotions, Eskella. Your father wouldn't want you to die so pitifully."
"You know nothing about me or my father!" The overseer's daughter gritted her teeth in frustration.
"Oh, but I do dear Eskella. You may be foolhardy, but I admit it takes courage trying to go against me." He stepped forward until he was almost a hairs breadth away from the Eskella's blade touching his chest. "Put away your sword and I'll tell you something you don't know about him."
Eskella looked about ready to plunge her blade into him at any second. "How do I know you won't just kill me?"
"You don't." Aaric shrugged. "But if I wanted to all of you would already be dead."
Seconds passed as their gazes locked onto each other's. Vette stood by the side seemingly going unnoticed by the two adversaries. She twiddled her fingers against the imaginary pistols at her sides, silently wishing her new master hadn't confiscated them once they left Naga Sadow's tomb.
Finally, the former Overseer's daughter relented and lowered her weapon. "Fine. I will let you live... for now. What is it you know about him that I don't?"
Aaric scoffed and rolled his eyes at the threat. Then stepped forward in one smooth motion into her personal space and whispered directly into her ear. "Your father lives, Eskella."
His sudden invasion of her space and the abrupt revelation caused her to take a subconscious step back, hitting herself against the wall. "What?!" she exclaimed.
Aaric pressed his advantage and slammed his palms on the wall behind her and between the sides of her head, lording his presence over her shapely form. "I didn't kill him. Your father cut off his hand and left Korriban. I gave him the chance to live, and he took it. See? Listening to rumors is bad for your health. It almost cost you your life."
"Lies!" She hissed menacingly, attempting to summon the strength to push away his father's supposed murderer. Instead, an indescribable mounting pressure was being exerted over her very being and stopping her from doing so.
Aaric leered at her helpless state. Presence was a force technique he developed himself as a way to manifest his power in a single target or localised area meant to assert his dominance. It was extremely useful in intimidating his enemies or dominating more aggressive females that he set his eyes upon. This time was the first he was using it against another force used though, and the results did not disappoint. He could see his presence was having an effect on her; her breathing was getting ragged and her limbs were quivering if only slightly. It also didn't helpe her that he was combining it with his sexual aura to throw her off even more.
Even Vette was being affected. She simply stood in awe at the power Aaric was exerting over the area. It made her scare, but excited at the same time. Like she was meant to give herself fully to this make and let him do whatever he wanted to her regardless of whether she wanted it or not. Suffice to say, an unfamiliar tingling sensation in her nether regions crept upon her and she didn't know what to make of it.
"That's up to you." Aaric shrugged. "Darth Baras already promised gave me full pardon for offing Tremel after all. I could have easily saved myself the hassle and leave his body there to rot and no harm would have come to me anyway. Perks of being Darth Baras' new apprentice I suppose."
Realization dawned upon the former overseer's daughter. The same look made Aaric grin triumphantly. For a brief moment she wondered why she thought it would be a good idea to target Aaric after all, but another issue brought her anger back to full force. "So you're saying that my father forfeited his hand so you wouldn't kill him? And now he's out there hiding, pretending to be dead like a coward?!"
