Skywalker Cums to Nar Shaddaa (Star Wars)
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Chapter 8: Vader's Son Fucks Skywalker's Apprentice
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Vader's Son Fucks Skywalker's Apprentice - Learning the truth about Vader and with Han imprisoned, Luke is ready to speed up his Jedi training. Hearing of a holocron on Nar Shaddaa in the hands of a female pirate crew, he charms all the ladies.
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Luke stood over Ventress. She thought to control him, but she was broken like the rest of them. All around him were a bunch of naked sluts laying on the floor, twitching and covered in his cum. This was the proof of his power. The force burned in his body, his father could never hope to destroy him now. He would take this galaxy and rule it as his own.
And then felt it again. That strange presence he had felt ever since landing here on Nar Shaddaa, something of the dark side, much like his father and Ventress. Much like himself now. But there was something else to it, as if it was ready to break apart at any time. A darkness that flickered much like a flame ready to be put out. But that didn’t make it any weaker, indeed he felt a strong want from it, and he was ready to see who they were. The boss of this little mob, he would prove to them who is fit to rule.
He gazed past Ventress’ throne. A small narrow crook in the wall, he couldn’t see anything in it but darkness. The Nightsister he just vanquished emerged from there as soon as he had arrived and after demolishing the rest of them, he had proven to her the limits of her power. He would welcome this new visitor.
Closer and closer, until finally he felt it walking towards him. He heard footsteps, boots. Out of the shadows he saw a high heeled stiletto boot. It belonged to a shapely coral colored leg stepping forth, firm calves and a plump thigh, and then came the next one in another high heeled boot. Luke was hooked.
The figure stepped out fully. A coral colored Togrutan woman, wearing only an ornate sleeveless black dress decked out in gold trim that had an open window on the front into her devastating inner cleavage. He could fully see her wide hips and luscious legs, with only a hanging front flap to hide her pussy. There were two cords on the side of the dress that clung to her hips, a fashion statement meant to keep all eyes on the wearer, but she had two lightsaber hilts hooked to them. The beauty in her face, her full lips and perfect cheekbones, the Chiss woman that greeted him looked like a princess, but this woman was a queen. Her beauty only made the severity burning from her yellow eyes that much more vicious to behold.
“You’re the boss,” said Luke. Very naked compared to her even with how she was dressed, he felt like a pauper in a court. But this pauper did not know his place, for he was getting hard for her on the spot. He had only seen her in a lost holocron not even the inquisitors had been able to sniff out, saw a much younger Obi-Wan speaking to her. A woman who left her master’s tutelage on the day she was to become a knight, and because of that was able to avoid the violent purge from the moment of Order 66 to the present day. But judging by her eyes and the force signature inside of her, she was so far fallen from who she once was.
“You are a lost wayward soul, aren’t you Luke Skywalker? I sensed you ever since you came here.”
“That doesn’t explain why you’re here.”
“So you know me?” She stepped closer so their bodies were only inches away from each other. The danger of being around someone so powerful, her yellow eyes burned with a desire that eclipsed the dark he felt. Together with the excitement of her beauty, it made him so excited.
“Yes, I know you. Ahsoka Tano.”
“That’s my name. But is Skywalker your real name?”
“Your friend over there didn’t have any doubts,” he said, flitting his eyes back towards Ventress. “And look what happened to her.”
She snatched his jaw in her hands. Luke was surprised how strong her grip was, she pulled his face so close that he could feel her hot breath on his lips. The fury in her yellow eyes penetrated into him. A darkness much like Vader, it quelled his own anger in an instant.
But there was a fear in there too. Something he recognized himself, it had plagued him ever since witnessing Obi-Wan Kenobi’s death and lost his hand. Ever since he learned the truth of who his father was.
Naked and unarmed, he knew his next answer would determine his fate. “Son of Anakin Skywalker.”
“The force is strong with you. But anyone can call themselves Skywalker. I knew him better than anyone. More than his own master.”
“More than Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
Her face was unchanged but he saw the most minute of reactions behind her eyes. Felt her signature in the force wavering, that strange fuzzy feeling that mirrored the dark. “Yes, I did. He trained my master, but he didn’t know him like I did, could never begin to. My master who you dare to prance about with his name. He died in the Clone Wars.” But as she said that, looking at him so close, she could begin to see the small resemblances between him and Anakin.
“I watched Obi-Wan die on the Death Star. I saw him die at Vader’s hand.”
A vein was pulsing in her temple. “I hope he and my master are enjoying their reunion in the force. You however, will live a long time.” Opening her mouth, she uttered a husky breath of warm air onto his face, grabbed his pulsing organ. “I will enjoy you many, many times, before your time is up. You will wish that you were dealing with Vader instead of me,” she said, licking her lips.
“You’re mistaken. Anakin lives.”
“Oh really? Tell me, how is he doing, son of Skywalker?” she said, a distinct edge in the last word.
“But he’s not the same as he used to be. Much like you.” She laughed, a heavy sultry sound. Definitely not the kind of chuckle you’d expect from a Jedi, the years had seen her fill out as a woman and her years of being in the order were long since past. “If you think I’m lying, then maybe we should all be honest. Let me call myself the son of Vader instead.”
“What?” Her grip on his face, on his naked extremities, grew stronger. “You must be joking.”
The instant they met, Luke could have answered her darkness with his own. Lacking the formal training in the temple, his sheer might in the force more than made up for it, and in a contest, he would surely win. Complete his journey to the other side and gain a power that would break Vader’s limbs into nothing, perfect revenge and perfect justice. The power to save Han Solo and make Leia his woman. All he ever wanted would be his.
But he did not. “I sense the weakness inside of you Ahsoka. You could have killed me several times over, and here we are. If you want to know the truth so badly, trust your feelings and look inside.”
Luke closed his eyes. Let go of the darkness brewing inside him, let go of his power. Submitting himself to her mercy, he trusted in the force.
Ahsoka penetrated into his mind with her power and saw everything. Her grip on him loosened but she did not let go. “You speak the truth. Master...”
“We can save him together. All I ask for is your help,” he said, cupping her face with his artificial hand. To the outside observer, it looked the same as his real hand, prosthetic science had truly reached new heights since Anakin’s day. But attuned to the force, Ahsoka could sense what was underneath. So much like her master.
There was another thing of his that was like her master as well. His organ tensing in her hand, her old feelings for Anakin burned inside of her stronger than ever. That close the look in his eyes made her want to melt.
“And I would like to save you as well,” he said. The truth revealed, she no longer bore him any ill will. But the darkness was not so easily extinguished.
“What...?” All of her defenses smashed, an innocent blush tinged her coral toned cheeks. Peering into Luke’s mind had already awakened so many fresh feelings within Ahsoka. Including those that she only kept to herself, feelings for her master that went beyond what a padawan should feel for another Jedi. This boy, his son naked before her, she didn’t feel like a Jedi and she didn’t feel the force. She only felt like a little girl all over again.
Before she could react, he kissed cupped her chin and kissed her. Those strange feelings she had tried to deny as a Jedi went on overdrive, and then his tongue was in her mouth. Without thinking, she returned it, wanting it more than ever. She remembered that as soon as she had stepped in here, even after feeling them in the force that she was still taken aback by the racy sight that greeted her eyes. A fervent want had inflamed her since stepping in here and now she felt powerless to resist him.
Luke was of much the same opinion. The dark had left him, but the want had not. Indeed now it brewed stronger inside of him than ever, these were his own lusts without the need of the darkness to aid him. As the Jedi tranquility had entered him, a boyish happiness he hadn’t felt in so long entered inside him. His tongue in her mouth, hers in his, his dick sprang up like he was a little boy feeling hard for a woman again for the first time.
There was so much more he wanted than just this. Caressing her ample bosom, he massaged her inner cleavage pushing out with his thumbs and his palms. At the same time, felt her nipples sticking out against the fabric of her dress, as he massaged her teats sticking out and beneath the dress, it only made her crave stimulation that much more. Ahsoka moaned deep into it, his big hands engulfed her breasts, the fabric a thin line teasing her skin, she wanted to feel his hands for real. While her nipples continued to perk up from the sheer vigor of his touches, he took in between his fingers and pinched them.
Ahsoka squealed in their kiss, moving her had back and moaning loudly. Moving the chest of her dress to the side so that her tits were fully exposed, Luke granted her wish and massaged her bare breasts with his big hands. As strongly as he had been touching her chest before, it was only a tease compared to this. His palms pushing up on her tits and his fingers tweaking her nipples, it was like there was an explosion in her bosom.
Then he stopped. She looked at him again, her eyes were still yellow but there was nothing of the ferocity she had walked in here with, she looked so needy. Feeling naughty Luke said, “Did you feel this way for your master?”
Her coral cheeks turned a deeper orange, like the setting of suns. That spoke to him far stronger than any words. Luke’s hands hadn’t left her chest once, but he had only been slightly massaging her breasts, almost tenderly. Now intent on resuming his power over her, he pressed on her teats again. Turning away from him, Ahsoka bit her lip and grunted to herself.
Feeling very smug, Luke went up to Ahsoka’s face and whispered, “Call me master.” He slowly moved his fingertips around her areolas, her flesh was very tender and very erect at once. Unable to take it anymore she looked at him and gasped, “M-master...”
He burned another kiss into her and she held his face as hard as she could. Tongues going crazy together, Luke grazed his teeth very deep into the membrane of her lower lip, pulling it back. Looking into her eyes, he watched the sulfuric tinge begin to fade. Smiling like a real villain, he twisted her nipples and she uttered a loud grunt.