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Through Passion, Strength (Star Wars)
🕑 Added 2024-04-26 15:08:55 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Virgin Sex, Master/Slave, Tsundere Sex
Summary: Based on this image. It was one of those 'five acolytes enter, one apprentice leaves' types of deals. None but the victor were meant to survive. But he wasn't willing to finish the job. Fortunately, trickery is the way of the Dark Side, and finding loopholes is a side hobby of his. Of course, it does mean he has to convince his deadliest rival that life under him comes with many benefits. In the end... he's able to talk her around.
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Even once he makes it back to his quarters, Calin doesn’t truly let his guard down. Not here in the depths of the temple that they’d turned into the Sith Academy. He does, however, let the feeling of victory wash over him. He basks in it, in the feeling of vindication, satisfaction, and triumph. He lets it fuel his connection to the Dark Side, drawing power from his passion and pleasure over having won over all the others.
When he’d left this small space earlier this morning, Calin had been nothing but another Acolyte. There were hundreds here in the Academy at any given time, and many of them never managed to become anything more than that. But he… he was a full-fledged Sith Apprentice now. He had his very own Master, a Sith Lord by the name of Darth Noctu, and now that he’d impressed her enough for her to take him under his wing, so many new doors were opened up to him that were closed before.
… Of course, there was one small hitch to all of this. One that makes itself known in the form of a cleared throat as Calin basks in the Dark Side and his success.
“I suppose now is where you reveal your true colors. That you only want me as a slave and nothing else. Treachery is the way of the Sith, after all.”
Lowering his gaze down to the floor, Calin thins out his lips. There, kneeling at his feet with a Force Suppression Collar capable of shocking her into compliance around her neck is a naked Mirialan woman. Her green skinned body is on full display, even as the checkered tattoos of her people pepper her face like alien freckles.
She looks up at him with a mixture of defiance, hope, and resignation in her eyes, even given her… unenviable position.
Looking down at her for a moment in silence, Calin finally lets out a sigh. Then, he steps forward. She goes still at his approach, but all the Sith Apprentice does is reach back behind her neck, both with his hands and the Force. That was the trick to these Force Suppression Collars. They couldn’t only be removed with one’s fingers, there were additional locking mechanisms that could only be removed with the Force itself. As such, anyone who was wearing one could not remove them of their own accord and escape.
After a second of quiet, there’s a resounding click that fills the small room and the collar comes off, pulled away from the Mirialan’s neck by Calin’s hands. As she looks at him in shock, he gives her a crooked smile and tosses the collar onto the bed.
“I meant what I said back in the cave, Myra. I don’t just want a slave. I want a companion… my very own secret apprentice. I may not have much to teach you yet, but once Darth Noctu begins my training in earnest, I’ll pass along everything I learn… you have my word.”
His former fellow Acolyte looks incredulous as she stares up at him. But Calin is telling the truth. When the five of them had been told that only one would be allowed to leave the cave as a full-fledged Sith, it became obvious that the other four were meant to die. But Calin was nothing if not resourceful and he’d always been one for loopholes. If you weren’t willing to cheat, you weren’t willing to win. That wasn’t exactly a Sith saying, more one of his own, but he really felt like it SHOULD have been.
Regardless, Myra was… well, he wasn’t going to claim he was in love with her or anything like that. She was a hell of a lot more tolerable than a lot of the other acolytes though. And Calin had always felt like they played off each other rather well, with their rivalry drawing out the best in one another. Put bluntly, when it finally came time for one of them to die, he found himself disinclined to end her life.
He also wasn’t suicidal though, hence devising a plan. Sparing one’s rival was not a very Sith-like thing to do. But on the other hand, enslaving one’s rival was VERY much in keeping with the tenets of the Dark Side. At the end of the day, Darth Noctu had only said that only one of them could come out of the cave as a full-fledged Sith. But a slave was no Sith at all, as Calin had told Myra while trying to convince her to let him save her life.
As such, when they’d come out of the cave together, with Myra stripped naked and in the Force Suppression Collar, Darth Noctu had been darkly amused… and allowed it. And so Calin was now her Apprentice, while Myra was struck from the Academy’s student records and assigned in the system as his new slave.
“… You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
Myra’s tone of disbelief makes Calin wince, but all the same he soldiers on.
“Look, what’s the point of being a Sith if we can’t- what are you doing?”
Cutting himself off mid-sentence, he looks down in confusion as the gorgeous, naked Mirialan reaches for his crotch, grabbing hold of his belt. Looking up at him with red eyes, Myra scoffs and blows a lock of her hair out of her face.
“What does it look like I’m doing? We have to keep up appearances. Or do you think Darth Noctu will let you keep me if you’re not making… full use of your new slave? Domination is the way of the Dark Side, Calin. You need to take control of me properly, even if you’re too soft for your own good.”
Calin narrows his eyes at that, glaring down at his former rival even as she extracts his member from the confines of his pants and begins to stroke him to full mast.
“Just remember this ‘soft’ acolyte managed to best you in a lightsaber duel, Myra. AFTER saving you from Vanlun’s treachery.”
Myra stiffens at that before huffing wordlessly to herself, averting her gaze and no longer showing any willingness to look him in the eye. Calin smirks, able to feel her embarrassment. Indeed, Vanlun had completely gotten the drop on Myra, their fellow Sith Acolyte undeniably the most sadistic of them. If not for Calin’s intervention, she would have died… and she wouldn’t have died easily.
And then, once Vanlun was dealt with, Calin had given Myra back her double-bladed saber so they could have their duel. That alone had shocked her, but all he’d demanded was a chance to defeat her fair and square… and for her to hear him out once he had her properly at his mercy, the right way.
Most other Sith would probably say that there was no such thing as ‘the right way’ when it came to laying one’s enemies low. Indeed, most Sith would have applauded Vanlun’s ingeniously underhanded methods for dealing with the far more powerful Myra. Rats and snakes were only derided among the Sith if they failed, at the end of the day.
But as much as Calin loved the power that the Dark Side gave him, he couldn’t bring himself to truly be as treacherous as many of his instructors had tried to turn him over the years. Ultimately… he was who he was and he refused to change for anyone.
After getting him to fully erect, Myra opens her mouth and slides his cock past her lips. Her tongue works back and forth across the underside of his dick even as she scrunches her nose, making it clear she’s never done this before. There was nothing in the Sith Code about celibacy like there were for the foolish Jedi, but the Academy still wasn’t the kind of place where you let your guard down enough to have sex with anyone.
As such, neither of them have much experience in this area. That doesn’t stop Myra from going down on him though, inexperienced as she is. Her eyes flashing, she does her best to take him all the way to the base, but gets caught halfway through, choking and gurgling a bit. Before she can force herself further down his cock, Calin lays a hand on her shoulder and stops her.
“Enough.”
She looks frustrated by that. Defiant even. But Calin just shakes his head.
“I want to fuck you now. Get on the bed.”
Pulling back off of his cock, Myra huffs at him.
“Finally taking charge, hm?”
If that’s what she needed from him… then yes. He wasn’t anyone special yet as far as the Sith were concerned. Being an Apprentice was a huge step up from being an Acolyte, but it was also a lot more dangerous. He now had the singular honor of receiving personal training at the hands of a Sith Lord. As Darth Noctu’s Apprentice, he would be the only one to receive her teachings for the foreseeable future.
However, that also meant he was the one who would bear the full brunt of her ire if he fucked it up. If he failed to impress her, if he failed to advance at an acceptable pace, if he failed to complete any missions she gave him… Calin could expect to be punished severely. Privately, part of him thought that one of the reasons Darth Noctu had allowed him to keep Myra as his ‘slave’ in the first place was because she made an excellent spare.
If Calin fucked up badly enough at any point in the next several months, Darth Noctu could kill him and take Myra as her Apprentice instead, and the Mirialan wouldn’t even be that rusty… especially with the secret training he’d promised to give her.
Of course, he had no intention of failing as a Sith. He hadn’t come this far just to stumble now. One day, Calin would be a Sith Lord in his own right. He just hoped Myra was still at his side when that day came.
As the naked Mirialan lays down on his bed, keeping the Force Suppression Collar as far from her neck as she possibly can, Calin admires her beauty for a moment before stripping the rest of the way naked as well. Then, he climbs on top of her. Her breath hitches as he gets between her legs, as he runs his hands over her body, and as he plants the head of his cock against her slit. She moans when he plays with her nipples and fondles her breasts, before catching herself and giving him her best defiant glare.
“J-Just do it already, b-bastard.”
Calin grins lopsidedly… and thrusts forward. He’s pleased at how wet Myra is for him. This might not have been how she foresaw this day ending, but he’s glad his plan worked. He’s glad he was able to save her… and make her his. As they both lose their virginities right there in his quarters, Myra cries out, arching her back while Calin groans and buries his face in her neck.
In that moment, his guard is down completely. She could have summoned either of their lightsabers from across the room and ended his life in an instant if she wanted to. Could have presented his head to Darth Noctu and had an even chance of being accepted as the Sith Lord’s new apprentice right then and there.
She doesn’t. Instead, she wraps her arms around him, her fingers raking along his back. She moans beneath him, her pussy walls quivering around his cock. Calin holds himself inside of her for a moment, basking in the feel of her… and then he starts to move, thrusting in and out of her cunt like he’s fantasized about for so long.
After a few thrusts, he pulls back and looks into her eyes. She stares back at him almost blankly, as if she doesn’t know how to react… or more accurately, doesn’t know if she can let her true feelings surface. In that moment… Calin smiles, feeling the words echoing through the Force between them. It’s so easy to let them slip out of his lips as he drives in and out of her.
“Peace is a lie. There is only passion.”
Myra’s breath hitches. Her back arches. She moans as her insides clench down all the harder around his cock.
“Through passion, we gain strength.”
Something flickers in her eyes at the use of ‘we’ instead of ‘I’. But Calin isn’t about to take it back.
“Through strength, we gain power.”
The Force surges around the two of them. In that moment, they are one. In that moment, Calin knows he’s made the right call every step of the way. Killing Myra would have been killing his own potential. There’s so much more strength to be had in making her his woman, in claiming her for himself as she surrenders and submits to him.
“Through power, we gain victory.”
It won’t be easy, of course. They’ve only taken the first step in a journey of thousands together. It’s altogether unlikely that they’ll both get to see the end of this road. But Calin doesn’t care. You can’t hope to be a Sith without taking risks. You can’t hope to gain power without first gaining strength. What’s the point of living if you aren’t striving for greatness every step of the way?
“Through victory, our chains are broken.”
Unfortunately, Myra will still have to wear the collar outside of this small room. Whenever he takes her anywhere, she’ll have to be properly marked as his property, though he does intend to give her clothes. No one should be able to just gaze upon her naked body. Nobody but him.
“The Force shall free us both.”
Those last words have a ring of absolute truth to them. Even if the path ahead of them is in no way easy, there’s no doubt in Calin’s mind that it’s the one they must take together. As Myra cries out beneath him, Calin groans in turn with her and the two of them both shudder as they reach mutual climax together. His seed fills her as her inner walls milk him for every last drop currently occupying his churning balls.
And then it’s over. They both collapse onto the bed, catching their breath. Only, it’s not really over. Truly… it’s only just begun.
Comments
john stockley
Interesting start
Will Something
I would absolutely read more of this, what a great concept
