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Chapter List
- 1-Slavery
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Okay, so, I figured out that Savage Opress lived in this villiage of nothing but other men. Assuming he isn't into that, he probably died a virgin LOL. Sucks that Ventress picked him for a mate but it didn't look like he ever got to actually mate. So, instead of the witches making him all HUGE and stuff and then hanging around, I figured they would LEAVE and then things would go differently. And from there I kind of veer off into my own timeline and everything is very stupid/kinky. But I like it anyway. So don't be mean to me :p
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Savage Opress: Mother Talzin bestowed upon the Dathomirian a new name to signify his induction into the nightsisters' service. Asajj felt it certainly fit him bodily, but had known his temperament to be nobly oriented for protection and not oppression. She was skeptical that much had changed.
She leaned closer. He seemed lifeless now. Perhaps their magic was too much for him. Then all at once, her perspective changed.
His hand seemed to appear around her neck as his eyes, now yellow, snapped open. And he squeezed.
Shocked by the audacity, she could not utter a word, and it only became harder the longer she hesitated. Her thin fingers curled around his on her throat and she narrowed her blue eyes to angry slits.
"Release... me."
He remembered his purpose as she spoke and obeyed, returning his hand to his side as he lied back once more. This place was unfamiliar to him.
Her feet hit the floor again soundlessly and she rubbed her throat. A tense moment passed before she lept on top of him, straddling his waist.
"Know your place." She hissed.
"And where is that?" he asked in a defiant monotone.
She ran her tongue over her lips. "Below me."
He started to sit up, but she grabbed his chin in her slender but powerful fingers, making her will known that he ought to stay down.
"Don't think I haven't noticed how hard you are after choking me." She admired his jaw as she spoke, then pushed on his face.
If he was going to reply, the words were lost when she dropped her cloak to reveal nothing but pale flesh underneath. The worn material pooled on his stomach as it cascaded down her back, and from there it slipped to the dark floor, disappearing like dark magic.
His expression didn't change, but she could read it nonetheless and it brought a smirk to her lips. She swung her leg and turned around, revealing her ashen, shapely back to him. He could easily subdue her now... if he wanted to.
With the grace of a dancer she propped herself on all fours, a wide stance dictated by the width of his chest, affording him a view of her white lips and balanced ass directly in front of his face.
Desiring to maintaining the upper-hand, he pressed his fingers into her thigh with the intent of pushing her off, but finds himself unable to do so. He'd never before felt anything like it, and quickly decided he'd been cheated. He wrapped his other fingers around the opposite slender, soft thigh.
Knowing she'd hooked him she casually pushed her hips back, dark smile never falling from her face, until her delicate pussy rested against his mouth.
"Lick," she ordered.
Out of curiosity more than obedience, he ran his tongue through her lips slowly, her thighs shuddering against his hands. He repeated the motion again and again, squeezing her thighs and pulling her hips even closer against his mouth.
"Mmm..." Ventress drew little patterns on his muscles, tracing the intricate tattoos that marked him as a slave.
Licking her clit really brought the voice out of his new mater, so he wrapped his lips around it to suck before plunging his tongue into her slit.
She raked her nails across his stomach, licking her lips as she settled her gaze on the rock hard bulge in his pants. "Better than choking me?" she asked as she crept forward.
He found himself panting, mouth and jaw covered in the sweetest fluid he'd ever tasted. Truth be told, they were about even. He started to sit up as she unfastened his pants, but dropped flat again as her leg swung over-but-nearly-into his head again and once more she was facing him.
“Up.”
Wishing she would make up her mind, he pushed himself on his elbows, as unamused as ever.
Laughing mischievously, she wiped at his face with her wrist, displaying the extent of her flexibility as she crouched low and took his tip into her slit.
A pulse of sensation set him quickly upright, and his hands, as if on their own, made their way to her smooth sides.
She snarled, and her first instinct was to order him to get his hands off of her, but she thought better of it. At this stage, where his hands were seemed a moot point. Her thighs rested on her heels as she lowered herself, swallowing up his entire cock slowly.
He moaned through his teeth, watching her adept, slight body as she moved up and down quickly and elegantly. His hands moved down to her hips and he started to push on her.
He was met with resistance and she seized hold of his face, locking eyes with him.
“You're my servant,” she reminded intensely, before continuing to ride him according to her own pace.
Opress growled at her, but resisted the urge to force her as he stared into her icy eyes.
She ran her hands down his face and his thick neck, settling them on his shoulders, pace quickening. Finally, she tossed her arms around his neck as she bounced faster and faster, nipples rubbing against his chest.
He kept his hands on her hips, fingertips nearly meeting, no longer pushing but instead guiding her to the best spot for his cock to enter her deeply. He was panting with her, concentrating on not cumming without permission. It was definitely best to please her—he would probably want to do this again sometime.
“Oh...” she moans lowly, nails raking across his back. “You should hope we have a boy... he'd be a lowly slave like you... instead of another little woman ordering you around.” she closes her eyes, running her tongue over her lips again as his tip touches the most sensitive spot in her walls. “Cum with me.” she orders, and he can't help but obey.
CHAPTER 2: DOWN TIME
No longer serving the interests of the separatist movement, Asajj Ventress found herself with more free time on her hands. She found her pregnant body was slowing down, much to Savage's frustration, and she took menial tasks serving her coven instead.
She relaxed on the small but plush bed on a stolen yacht, floating through space in search of an ancient relic, but the scanners mostly took care of that. She seemed to be completely unaware Savage was watching her.
She never discussed her condition with him, of course, but even he had figured it out by this point and it wasn't his favorite news. Every day she grew grumpier and more tired, and now he knew this trend would continue for a while.
Never light on his feet but getting better all the time, he moved closer, looming over her, trying to decide if she was showing yet. He had no way of knowing when it happened, and therefore no way of knowing when this would be over with and she'd finally be in the mood again.
He could simply take her, of course, and he had wrestled her for sex on more than one occasion, but in the tight spaces of a star ship there was nearly no point. Her speed and flexibility didn't matter if there was nowhere to dodge or run. She might outsmart him for a while, but she could not defeat him here, and the passing of time since conception had only made her weaker. He had no real interest in taking on a severely disadvantaged opponent and, although he would never admit it even to himself, he had come to find respect in her fearlessness.
Ventress rolled over onto her side with a small noise, like a sigh, and he leaned over her further to investigate. In the blink of an eye he found the point of a light saber ready to sever his nose from his face. Perhaps her speed mattered here, after all. Certainly her cunning.
“Savage, what are you doing?” She narrowed her bright, angry eyes as she spoke.
In an instant Opress snapped and reversed his conviction. In a haze of rage he forced the weapon from her hand and once again found his hands around her neck, but this time he did not intend to give her the opportunity to command him to stop. He squeezed tighter and tighter, watching her face closely. She could not utter a word, she could only gasp and choke. The light slowly faded from her eyes and she fall into unconsciousness, though he held on for several seconds after to be sure. She was strong; she would be fine, and he did not care for the child she carried.
Releasing her limp body, he ran his hands down her shoulders and stopped there, pressing her firmly into the bed. She didn't move. He leaned on her, applying a significant portion of his weight—too much for her slight body—but backed off quickly for fear of breaking her. Nothing. Though he admittedly lost control, this was a positive development. The less she remembered about this, the less trouble he would be in.
He started to undress her quickly, almost frantically. There was no denying that this had gotten out of hand now. It had simply been too long. Too many orders taken for no reward. He laid his huge hands on her body, watching her face carefully for a few moments, before trailing his eyes down, admiring the way he dwarfed her. He ran his fingers over her modest breasts, watching her nipples harden between his strokes, though she was unconscious. The wonders of the female body never cease.
Lost in admiration, he started to bend over her but was halted by a light foot on the bulge in his pants. He looked to her face, her eyes open, mouth frowning. Clearly he'd been deceived.
“Savage, is this all you wanted?” Ventress asked, rubbing the ball of her foot into his cock through his pants. “You could have simply asked. Idiot male. We need to work on your communication skills—I can no longer stand to interpret your meaningless grunts and sighs. This is unacceptable.”
He stayed silent through her scolding, only nodding. The way her silky sole was working on his shaft made this all seem pretty acceptable.
“On your knees.”
More than anything he wanted to know the meaning of the wicked glint in her eye, and he sank down, her agile toes running up his stomach and his chest until they rested on his face instead. She poked two of her little toes into his mouth and he understood easily what he was supposed to do. He sucked on her little toes, watching her face. He had a little soft spot for her small feet, but he longed for her body more than he'd ever wanted anything.
Purring quietly she tilted her head back, closing her eyes. And in that instant he jumped on her.
A surprised gasp left her lips as she reached for her light saber, desperate to keep control, but it had already been knocked away.
He dropped his face to the petite but swelling breasts he was admiring a moment ago and closed his eyes, hunting for her wan pink nipples with his tongue. Ignoring her aggravated sigh, he wrapped his lips around one and sucked. Startled to find his mouth filling with milk, he nearly pulled back, but instead sucked deeper, distending her delicate nipple in his mouth.
Ventress shifted underneath him to become more comfortable. The further along she was, the more she valued comfort. She ran her hands over his back, up his neck to the top of his head, pulling on his horns until he lifted his head to face her again. It wasn't a wonder he was so eager—there wasn't a mark or scratch on his body, proof it had indeed been a long time.
“You like that, hm?” she asked, scraping the broken horn with her fingernail.
“From now on, I get to suck your tits dry whenever I want.”
She laughed a little, mocking him eternally. “Now you'll dictate to me?”
“I've out-maneuvered you, Ventress. I've earned this.”
“And what of the baby, idiot male? Nightsisters are strong, but a pitiful slave like you would starve to death.”
“I don't remember you having so much compassion for the slaves.” His demeanor remained flat, monotoned, never reflecting the desperate void inside of him. He was starving, too.
“Mmm... very well—oh!” She'd barely finished speaking before his head snapped back down and his mouth found her other nipple, drinking greedily.
She relaxed and her eyes fluttered a little. She stroked the back of his head almost affectionately, but the taunting smile never left her lips. “Your mother must have strongly preferred your brothers if you're going through all this trouble to suckle milk like an infant.”
Suddenly, and without warning, he grabbed her small sides and flipped her over, dragging a cry of outrage from her lips.
“What the hell do you think you're--!?”
He pushed her face down into the pillows. He'd had enough of her teasing for today. There was a chance, a good chance, that he would pay for this when she was strong again, but today he would break the rules and use his master, for once.
He moved his big fingers to her rounded ass and spread her. He'd penetrated her forbidden hole with his tongue enough times to memorize its shape and he'd always been curious. As she pushed herself up onto her arms, he pushed his tip into her asshole and she collapsed again instead with a loud moan. She clapped a hand over her mouth to quell herself, but it was too late—now he knew she liked it—and he was smirking down at her instead. She could feel it.
“Savage!” she snarled, but it gave way to panting as he stretched deeper.
It became quickly apparent to him that she'd never done it quite this way before, and it only fueled his fire. He pulled her open with his fingers and pushed, determined to sink his entire cock into her taut, white ass.
She scrambled to get her knees under her, face and chest still buried in the bed, to push back against his thrusts. In the past, she'd been to prudish to ever give this a try—and now she lamented that choice. He easily reduced her to quiet moans and whimpers with every push.
Finally she could feel his hips against her bouncy cheeks and she knew he'd fit his entire twitching hard cock. Her first thought was that she couldn't wait to have this baby, so that he could fold her in half while he anally fucked her and she could watch. Her second thought was that he was, in a way, taking her virginity here, and every excursion in the future where her forbidden asshole was penetrated her thoughts would unwillingly drift back to the nightbrother slave that first loosened her up.
As his final insult to her, he pulled his throbbing cock out of her taut hole as he came, spurting all over her cheeks and down her back in addition to in her asshole.
Then he moved away from his tiny, gasping master, now a mess, as she collapsed fully on the bed. He admired his handiwork for a minute, resolving to leave her there.
She struggled to get up again but only fell once more, exhausted, still panting. He really took it out of her.
His face fell and he changed his plan, returning to gather her up in his arms and carry her to the spacious shower in the small, yacht class ship. He closed the door behind them with his foot, and the hit the water with his elbow. The cool water, besides rinsing her off, seemed to revitalize her and she lept out of his arms and onto her feet unsteadily, gripping his wrist for balance. She snarled at him with hostility.
“Do you still fancy yourself some kind of protector? A care-taker? We, of the dark side, do not feel pity or mercy.”
He grunts a sigh at her, thinking that this will make her believe he is listening.
She backhands him, and he seizes her other wrist.
“If you're asking if my purpose is to watch over you, the answer is yes.” Savage responded firmly. “That is what the night mother's spell was for.”
“Spell? Idiot male, this is not the result of a spell.” She eyes him up and down. “I think I've found a more effective way to control you.”
Opres found the idea that anyone would accommodate her confusing, ever-shifting desires without the force of magic very comical... until she placed a single finger in the middle of his chest and it occurred to him exactly what she meant.
“Far, far more effective.” She ran her finger down the center of his chest and stomach, unsurprised to find him still hard. It'd been months after all. She wrapped her fingers around the wrist that currently held onto hers for steadiness as she lowered herself onto her knees.
He held her small hand tightly in his, watching her bring her face up underneath his stiff cock to run her tongue along the underside, repeating the motion three times with his semen leaking from her asshole, washed away by the water. She teased his tip next, rough, wet tongue slathering him in spit intermingling with the cool water.
His other hand came up behind her head and he pushed, trying to part her lips with his cock, but she resisted, turning her face, pressing it against her cheek instead.
“No. We're working on your communication skills.”
Anything to avoid communicating, he tried to push on her head again, and again was outsmarted.
With an angry grunt, he decided to give it a try. “Suck on my cock.”
She pinches his tip instead, causing him to jump a little and groan in pain. “Try again.”
“Please,” he adds in a flat tone.
“If it weren't for me,” she smirks up at him, his drooling tip pressed against her bottom lip, “you would be a slave to your own lust.”
His breath shallowed as she slowly swallowed up his cock between her lips. He kept one hand on the back of her head but resisted the powerful urge to push, least she stop. A small part of him wanted to push her off, too, to show that she was wrong—but he couldn't—therefore she must be right.
His tip pushed the back of her throat, and then she dragged her lips back over his shaft, all most all the way off, rubbing his tip with her tongue before plunging it back in again, sucking deeply.
He held on for several cycles, waiting until his tip was firmly pressed against the back of her throat again before he came, flooding her mouth with more fresh cum. Not his favorite thing about his master, but certainly in the top ten, is that she always swallows.
Chapter 3: CAPTURED
After returning to her homeworld to give birth to a healthy girl, Ventress was ready to get back into the fray, hunting bounties and furthering the interests of her sisters—perhaps too eager.
Still a war criminal in Republic Space, she picked the sleaziest bar she could find, and it backfired—the other bounty hunters tipped off the jedi immediately.
The goal in any knight versus knight confrontation is to remove your opponent's light saber and keep your own. Everyone involved was halfway successful. Ventress found she wasn't up to par quite yet, and was cuffed first.
Savage Opress fared better, employing an interesting tactic where he threw Ashoka bodily into Anakin Skywalker, then entering straight into a four- or five-round boxing match with Obi Wan until the clone troopers arrived.
Nonetheless, she had every intention of placing the blame squarely on his shoulders when and if they escaped.
“Idiot male,” she taunted between their cells. He ignored her.
Then the clones arrived to escort them to a meeting with the jedi council. Both Ventress and Savage kept their heads bowed, eyes searching for an opportunity. To be judged by the jedi council was a step in the wrong direction.
To their surprise, and firmly severing any plots they had constructed thus far, their captors stopped abruptly in front of an unassuming corridor, bringing them to a very ordinary wing of the temple to an unassuming door. This was certainly not the jedi council.
With a bizarre sort of giddiness that Ventress had never before witnessed in her dealings with the clones, they pushed Ventress, and then both of them teamed up to shove Opress, into the room, firmly closing the door behind them.
Ventress examined the very basic office room, finding Aayla Secura and Kit Fisto behind the desk. Kit seemed quite relaxed, and Aayla a little nervous.
“...I happen to know that neither of you are on the council.” Ventress said.
“Change of plans!” Kit tossed the keys to their cuffs at their feet, then leaned back and placed his own on the desk. This was the life. “We were on the team investigating your disappearance from the Separatist army. It seems you've kept to yourself.”
“We convinced the council there's no reason to hold you,” Aayla adds. “But they weren't willing to just set two villains like you free. They wanted to see some public service.”
“My research also turned out that you're quite the odd couple! Good work, mon,” Kit grinned cheesily at Opress.
“...Where is this going?” Ventress hissed as she crouched, lifting the keys off of the floor to free her wrists, and then Savage's.
“Well, Kit and I used to be a couple. I feel comfortable telling you that, because, who will you pass it on to?” Aayla answers. “But that moment passed, and we broke it off.”
“And we want to see what we're missing out on!” Kit interjected enthusiastically. “That's all you have to do to get out of here.”
“I'm not sure what you mean.” Ventress frowned.
Opress only nodded. He was pretty sure he had it figured out. Without a second thought he advanced on Ventress, seizing her tiny hips in his huge hands. He was met with immediate resistance.
“You heard them.” Opress grunted at her as she pushed on his chest.
“I'm surprised you can hear anything over the throbbing of your cock,” she hissed.
He noded. Honestly, so was he.
“Oh I can't believe they talk like that.” Aayla covered her mouth. She'd laid under a few jedi in her time, but they were always perfect gentlemen—at least the ones she could remember. The Sith apprentices were a new story all together.
“I told you, you should have a drink before this,” Kit chuckled.
Opress settled his hands on Ventress's perky tits and found her protests to be disingenuous. The thought of showing the stuck-up jedi knights what they were missing out on gave her a rise, made her nipples pert.
“Don't you care about anything but sex?” Ventress snarled.
The question was startling. He never gave it a lot of thought. “Yes. I care about...” He gave her tits an affectionate squeeze, but instead of what he really wanted to say, he inserted something else. “...killing.”
“Then kill those two!”
“This is easier.”
“C'mon! Stick it in her!” Kit rooted.
“Well, you have to warm her up a little first. Kiss her at least,” Aayla frowned at Kit.
“Nah! Get in there balls deep, mon!”
Ventress was caught off guard so much when Opress complied she didn't have time to resist as he pressed his lips against hers. She was not not even certain she'd ever kissed his shoulder before, much less his mouth—and she was even more awed that he was so good at it. Their tongues collided and wrestled for control. She slid her thin arms around his neck as she panted against his mouth. She was breathless with a short trail of spit connecting their lips when she drew back with a soft mmm.
“...what...” she gasped a little, locking onto his yellow eyes. “Had you been practicing on your friends all that time at the nightbrother villiage?”
Savage sank his fingers into the neckline of her short dress and tore it open, literally. For a comment like that, if they got out of here, she could walk back to their ship naked for all he cared. He turned her around by her shoulders and shoved her forward onto the desk behind which the jedis relaxed.
Ventress cackled wickedly. It was suddenly very easy to forget they were being watched, even as she roughly shoved Kit's boots off the desk and out of her face. “What, did I make you angry?” she taunted as she stared back at him.
Opress only grunted at her as he unhooked his belt and entered his master's wet slit as roughly as he could.
A small ahh escaped her as she placed her arms on the desk to steady herself against his powerful thrusts.
“C'mon, I can't even see anything!” Kit chuckled.
“Oh this is explicit...” Aayla watched through her fingers, but watched nonetheless.
These people were almost harder to please than Ventress herself. Savage grabbed a firm hold of the back of his master's thighs and picked her up, spreading her flexible legs as she sank back onto his cock. There. Now these nosey jedis could see everything.
If Kit and Aayla hadn't lost their relevance for Ventress before, they certainly had now. She arched her spine and wrapped her arms backwards around his neck, tilting her head back to nip at his jaw. She never imagined that riding his cock supported 100% by his powerful arms would be so thrilling.
“Can't you fuck me harder than this?” she hissed.
With a vexed growl he he scooped one arm beneath her thighs so he could place the other around her waist to bounce her harder.
She writhed against him, completely reliant on his strength to pound into her for pleasure. She tossed her head back against his chest. “There, there...!”
He forced his tip hard against her special spot, flooding her with cum as her walls gripped and squeezed every drop out of his cock in her orgasm.
Finally, nearly wheezing, he set her back on her feet. She bent a little, hands on her knees. At some point, she lost a boot, too...
“So, did that rekindle anything for ya?” Kit grinned at Aayla.
Aayla leaned forward on the desk a little. “Not really, Kit, but... Savahjjj? Am I saying that right? What are you doing later?”
By chance, Ventress happened to notice her own light sabers laying at Aayla's feet, and with the force she called one to her, jumping onto the desk with deftness.
She extended the blade at Aayla's neck, while a shocked Kit reached for his off of his belt.
“Wait! Stop!” Aayla held her hands up in surrender. “There's no need for violence—we're going to hold up on our end of the bargain. There's no reason to keep you now.”
“I know, but I'm making an amendment,” Ventress smirked. “I'm going to need to borrow your clothes.”
~*~*~
After escorting to the assassins back to their ship, Kit turned to Aayla, only more intrigued knowing that she was wearing nothing else under her cloak. “How about now? Anything?”
“Mmm... I think I'm going to call Quinlan.” Aayla started to walk away.
“What? C'mon!” Kit hurried after.
Just inside the door of their small ship, Savage turned to ask Ventress where she would like to plot a course for, but instead he was ambushed before he could speak.
Even in the confines of the ship, Ventress jumped on him, climbing up his body, wrapping her legs around his waist and smashing their lips back together. She didn't care what measly hangar they were stuck in, all she wanted was to be held and fucked the rest of the day.
CHAPTER 4: Jealous
Savage had been known to bristle at other men on the street, and even particularly attractive women, that Ventress asked for the time or a writing utensil. When she actually invited a male to her ship, the best way to ensure her guest's safety was to secure Savage to something. Even her angriest voice wouldn't stop him if he felt jealous.
At first, she tried a chair. Then she tried a heavier chair. She also tried a sort of psychological restraint, inviting a small hutt, the go-between betwixt her and the far-more-but-still-not-very attractive contact. She's not sure if he really thought she might fuck the hutt, or Mama Talzin's magic had the side-effect of turning Savage into a completely irrational psycho, or if he was really just messing with her, but after the hutt's cousin Jabba placed a sizable bounty on their heads and they were forced to flee deep into the outer rim, Ventress happened to discover that her bed was affixed directly to the structure of the ship itself with thick, metal poles.
And, after the latest upgrade afforded by their success, he actually fit on, and therefore under, the bed just perfectly. So that was where he spent his time any time she had a guest. With his arms and his legs tied together, affixed to the heavy steel poles at the head and foot of her bed by the heaviest chains she could find.
It puzzled her that he always squirmed under there willingly enough, but that he couldn't simply not hurt people when she demanded it, lending credence to the irrational psycho theory.
Even still, as she meticulously bound his arms, she made sure to leave out the fact that this time, she fully intended to have sex with another man. On one hand, she felt sorry that he would have to soundlessly lay below the bed it was to happen upon, but on the other hand, no, she didn't.
“Who is it?” he grunted at her, breaking her out of her thoughts.
“Mmmm?”
He tossed his head up to the chains she was padlocking around his wrists. He knew that someone would be visiting. If that was not the case, she'd be chaining him to the top of the bed and not underneath it, hidden out of the way.
“I'm going to convince Count Dooku to leave my sisters alone,” she answered before tying a gag around his head.
She double-checked that he wasn't going to escape, then sprang up to perch on the bed, smoothing her old, long robes that she drew out for this very occasion.
On a wilderness planet deep in separatist space, time seemed to hang. She shifted her position, heel brushing against Opress. She sometimes wondered what he thought. After an initial breaking-in period, he gave up on struggling free, and from there he seemed to relax. Maybe he would even fall asleep. The business end of their work never really intrigued him... although that could change today.
The door to her tiny ship opened and a silver-haired Darth Tyranus invited himself in. He was always just like that.
She rose to her feet quickly. To say she hadn't missed him even a little would be a falsehood. He abandoned and betrayed her—but he had been her master, and in some ways, that was his prerogative. Furthermore, it was almost the way of the sith.
“Asajj Ventress,” he looked her up and down. “The fugitive life hasn't changed you.”
“I think we can end the need to live as a fugitive,” she answered. “But my main goal is as we've previously discussed. I want the droid army to retreat from Dathomir. What kind of arrangement would make that possible?”
“I think you know exactly the type of agreement I seek, Ventress.”
She turned to lead him the few steps to her bed, gasping as he stepped up behind her and the blade of his light saber extended across her neck.
“Is this really necessary, Tyranus?”
“How can I be certain this isn't a Jedi plot?”
“Would the jedi ask me to do this?” she asked, running her hand up his thigh, palming the hard shape of his cock.
He retracted the blade. “I suppose not.” He pushed her forward onto her bed.
A smirk played across her lips. Actually, she knew a couple of jedi who just might ask her to do something like this, but she kept it to herself as her old master parted her long skirt at the slit, folding it up over her back. It was the same she'd worn as his dark acolyte. He couldn't believe she even kept it.
“Hmm...” she stayed on all fours as he entered her pussy from behind, allowing him to set the pace, then pushing back against him. It wasn't like she remembered, certainly not spectacular. He still had it, that much she was sure of—hard, big, domineering, everything that once thrilled her.
Ventress thought back to her capture, when Aayla Secura explained that her moment with Kit Fisto had passed. Is that what she was feeling now?
“Hmm...” she closed her eyes and tried to focus on the pulsing cock stretching her slit. She lowered her chest onto the bed, resting her face on one arm while the other fell naturally over the edge. Her fingers brushed over Savage's muscular side, as tense as she'd ever felt it, and her thoughts drifted instead to how angry he must be. Jealousy pushed his buttons, and she couldn't think of anyone else he might be more jealous of.
She panted a little, stroking his side with her hand, up, over his steely face and then to his muscular arms. They twitched under her fingers. She was torturing him.
Ventress felt a real spark and began to move her hips more purposefully against her old master, moaning out loud. Her juices were flowing and he stretched her more easily with each push. Meanwhile she was stroking her slave's stoney body secretly.
“That's better,” said Tyranus, bringing another sneer across her face. The old fool undoubtedly believed he was the cause of this change.
Then, all at once it was over, and he came between her silky lips, just in time to receive a call on his communicator.
“I'm not yet finished with you, Ventress.” He said before gathering his cloak and hurrying outside to deal with General Grievous.
As soon as she heard the hatch close she sprang up and scrambled under the bed, comfortably fitting herself between Opress and the frame.
She wriggled until she was cozy, running her foot over his big cock purposefully.
“If you hate this so much, why does it make you so hard?” she asked.
He narrowed his eyes at her. She'd been mated to him for the better part of three years, and she still asked him stupid questions like this, as if she expected he'd forgo his very nature and start analyzing anything, much less everything.
Smugly, she removed his gag.
“Which hole?” was all he snarled, sending her into malicious laughter.
“Oh, I get it. You're worried he'll get me pregnant again, and then I'll be too tired to ride you every other day, aren't you? You're so needy it's pathetic. But I feel sorry for you. I can't promise that he won't make me pregnant—but there's still plenty of time for you to beat him to it instead.” She kissed him hard, kicking down his pants to reveal his pulsing cock and swallow it between her legs in a hurry, forcing him to take pleasure in her old master's sloppy seconds.
Even if he could resist, he wouldn't, growling a little as she tugged his lower lip with her teeth. She raised her hand to press against the top of the bed frame, digging her nails in his square shoulder with the other, stuffing her eager pussy with her huge slave's willing cock as fast as she could. It occurred to her that if she was going to go round two with Tyranus, she really needed this to light her fire.
“Savage,” she breathed almost hatefully. “The only thing that really gets me off anymore is—” she cut herself off with a short, half-scream as the bed did the impossible and mysteriously tore itself off of the posts and flung itself back further into the ship.
She stared down at Opress for a moment, wondering if he'd somehow caused this, before a voice behind her caused her to turn her head. Tyranus had returned earlier than she'd expected.
Savage Opress only frowned at him. If he'd known he could just use the force to tear the damn thing off he would have done it a long time ago.
Ventress could only stare, her body glistening with a light sweat and her slave's tip still throbbing between her pussy lips.
“That is the Ventress I knew,” Tyranus said as he stepped closer. “That is the woman I'd come to a tryst with.” To her surprise, he climbed over her again. “I'm here to conquer you, Asajj Ventress. I don't care who's underneath you.”
Then, to her surprise, Tyranus entered her again—this time spreading her taut asshole.
“Winged Goddess,” she whispered. Her old master's thrust pushed her hips firmly down on Opress's huge cock and she thought she might melt. Frantically she replaced her servant's gag—she could tell by the way his eyes were burning that he would say something to start a fight, and within seconds she was panting and gasping for air so hard she couldn't keep his mouth busy herself.
Her naturally colorless face flushed for the first time in her entire life, and she writhed against her big slave's chest, scraping into his sides and arms with her nails as Tyranus plunged her down onto Opress's twitching hard cock again and again.
She couldn't command her old master, but she could dictate to Savage, and she did as she was feeling him pulse harder and harder. “Not... yet...” she managed.
“Tight,” Tyranus hissed, his hands on her waist to try to control her squirming. “You've still never done this before?”
“You're the first to anally fuck me!” she lied with delight, climaxing as her old master's warm cum began to spill into her asshole and she demanded that Opress do the same, flooding both of her holes to the brim with sticky cum.
Slightly amused by how lewd his old apprentice had become, that's how Tyranus left her, slumped on the chest of the monster Savage Opress, her thighs a sticky mess.
As soon as he left, Ventress removed Opress's gag for the second time, placing her fingers on his lips to keep him quiet. Barely able to catch her breath, she spoke first. “As soon as... I feel like... getting up... you're going to reattach my damn bed...”
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