Chapter 96: Chaotic S*xy
Summary: Close encounters with Zavra Sh'i...
Lemon warning! This chapter contains a lemon! It is clearly marked with -Lemon Starts Here- and -Lemon Ends Here for those who wish to skip such things.
Chapter 96: Chaotic Sexy
“Soooo…when are you going to give in and fuck Zavra’s brains out? Before or after we test the kinky implants? Seriously, some of those seem fun enough I’m tempted to have Mei try to duplicate them. You know, assuming she isn’t already planning to, which…honestly she probably is.”
Izuku groaned at the teasing expectation in Aayla’s voice as she flopped down on the couch not far from him. He’d known this was coming, but he hadn’t been quite sure how he ought to feel about it. Face twitching through a couple of dozen emotions in seconds, he finally bit the proverbial bullet and asked Aayla the same question that he’d been wrestling with himself. Perhaps she had a better answer.
“I’m struggling to figure out if I should. I mean, she didn’t exactly choose me, or the life she’s in. She’s sort of a slave, kind of, partially? Just one that’s been, you know, programmed for it, rather than sold into it.”
He felt Aayla’s own emotions shift over their bond. If an eye roll had an emotional signature, he was pretty sure that’s what he was feeling the equivalent of. Which was a neat trick in and of itself.
“Izu, sweetie, I knew you were going to say something like that. But it’s a stupid ass thing to say. It’s even worse that you didn’t think to talk to her about it, instead of making assumptions. Which is something that I did the day after she came out of stasis.”
Thankfully, Aayla sounded more fondly exasperated than she did truly annoyed. Also, In Izuku’s defense, that had only been three days ago! He’d been struggling with the various moral implications since then! Along with juggling other types of implications and revelations from the teams going over the station they’d found her on. They’d only handed it off to a different, dedicated team, this one including a Jedi archaeologist named Eno Cordova, late yesterday evening. The Jedi Master was among the oddest additions to those who had come to Hutt Space as, while he was more than willing to pitch in to free slaves, his primary reason for coming was to seek out knowledge the Hutts might have had on various ancient civilizations.
Given that the Hutts had been around longer than even the Republic, in an unbroken line at that, it made sense. When Izuku and Aayla had properly realized what they had on their hands in the station, essentially a completely unknown period of Jedi-Sith history, they’d sent for him. It had taken most of a week for him to arrive, given how far off the beaten path they were, but he’d been utterly delighted at the find from the moment he’d landed on station. Now, he was carefully leading the expanded team in charge of studying the station…though he’d also immediately pestered a bemused but tolerant Zavra Sh’i for everything she could tell him about the period.
“You…talked to her about…what exactly? Wouldn’t anything she said be colored by her conditioning?”
That was, of course, why Izuku hadn’t just asked the Sith girl what she wanted. He’d dealt with enough ‘programmed’ slaves by this point to realize most of them needed help before they could provide an honest answer to that sort of question. Sometimes, the programming went deep enough that you couldn’t undo it, as it had simply become how they saw the galaxy. It was always best for the experts to determine that though, and one such expert he was not.
“Oh, Izu, sometimes you are a very stupid smart person. Programming like you’re worried about doesn’t really work on someone who is smart enough to know they are being programmed and just…doesn’t care. Zavra wasn’t some random slave that Empress Acina suckered into becoming what she is. She was an exceptional Sith Apprentice who enjoyed what the Empress was doing. It’s what caused her to be so different from Acina’s previous Hands, ultimately leading to how highly the Empress valued her.”
Izuku blinked, trying to process what Aayla was saying, but it felt like gears were slipping inside his head. Aayla snorted at the feeling of befuddlement coming from him and tried again to explain.
“Izu, what happened with Acina and Zavra wasn’t all that different from what happened with you and I. When I was stuck in that chastity belt at the start, I was eventually forced to confront how much I enjoyed exploring that sort of thing with you. Even if I hated that it was out of both of our control…well, there’s a reason we now own multiple custom chastity belts that we occasionally have fun with, right?”
The slipping gears slowly began to fit together properly, though Aayla continued to speak, helping push them fully into alignment.
“Honestly, Zavra’s case is even less suspect. I was sort of under external influence by not having my memories. She went into her explorations with Empress Acina with her eyes wide open. Even flat out called the Empress out…then eagerly asked when the next conditioning experiment was going to happen. According to her, it was one of the few times she ever saw Acina completely speechless, not to mention a turning point in their relationship. Zavra enjoyed what the Empress did to her, and she’s completely okay with having been transferred to you, too.”
Aayla leaned over and poked him in the shoulder, driving the point home.
“She got a really good read on you through the Force, while she was in stasis. Heck, I’m pretty sure the first time you connect to her properly you’ll end up forming another link like the one we have, since she’s already firmly decided you’re her new Master. Right now, she’s just patiently waiting for you to realize it. She’s remarkably perceptive about that. Though she’s also losing a bit of patience, slowly, since she’s horny as fuck after not getting laid for 3,000 years. Can’t even cum, at the moment either, since her implants are locked down. Naughty Izuku, leaving her all horny and helpless~.”
Izuku blinked, then groaned at the teasing lilt Aayla’s voice took on at the end. He’d been so caught up in the whole morality thing, that he’d flat out forgotten about that little detail. Though he was still getting over his conflicted feelings, not quite entirely how to feel about the fact that Aayla’s teasing delivery of that statement had caused a surge of arousal.
Bad Izuku?
Fuck, he wasn’t even sure that it was bad. Obviously Zavra was all for him taking over. Probably all for him bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and fucking her silly to break her dry spell, honestly. Which meant that it was only his headspace that he needed to figure out. Something he should do quickly, as Aayla’s underlying message, that he needed to actually deal with it instead of putting it off, had been heard loud and clear.
Sighing, her reached over and tugged Aayla toward him with the Force, enjoying her mildly surprise squeak as she zoomed out of her seat and landed in his lap. He pecked her on the lips, before giving her a smile.
“I’ll meditate for a bit and get my head sorted out, promise. You’re…okay with her? I mean, I know you were fine with Mei, but that’s a little different…”
Aayla smirked, then pointedly took advantage of her position straddling him to grind on his lap, getting a certain sort of ‘rise’ out of him.
“Izu, dear, I’ve long since realized I’m way more of a pervert than you. Heck, I’ve been trying to figure out if we can somehow seduce Shaak! Not to mention how fun to tease dear Padmé is~. I totally want to see if I can eventually get that girl to relax enough for the fun sort of massages you offer. She could really use the chance to blow off some stress!”
Izuku’s lips twitched as he watched Aayla zone out for a moment, as if picturing it. From her emotions, he could tell she was only half serious about either. Enough to suspect she wouldn’t exactly say no to such chances, but wasn’t planning to go out of her way to seduce them. She, in full drama mode, shook herself theatrically and winked at him.
“Admittedly, Zavra’s a bit of a weirder case since we didn’t do the whole ‘get to know her’ and ‘relationship building’ thing. But I’ve taken the time to talk to her and yes, I’m okay with it. We might sort of be going about things backwards with her, but that’s actually kinda how you and I got together too, and I’ve got a good feeling about it.”
Izuku had to admit Aayla had a point, and it wasn’t as if Zavra was going anywhere either way. Registering her implants to him had been a rather permanent process. They’d remain hardwired to his personal Force signature until he died, as far as they could tell. They’d been made that way intentionally, to prevent anyone from hijacking them and turning her against Acina. But it meant they were stuck together for-
Izuku’s train of thought was disrupted rather thoroughly as Aayla slid off his lap, popped open the fly of his pants, and smiled beatifically as she reached in to pull his half-erect cock out. Apparently, his meditation about what to do with Zavra was going to have to wait until later…
… … …
Izuku was being pressed truly hard for the first time since he’d last faced Celeste. Aayla could more-or-less keep up with him, but even after years of sparring together she struggled against him when he was using all six of his shields. Zavra Sh’i, on the other hand, was the one pushing the pace against him in just their third ever spar. The surprise of his fighting style had won him the first match, the second had been a much narrower victory for him as she’d started to adjust, and now he was struggling not to lose the third.
The Sith woman was fast with her dual-bladed lightsaber, a whirling dervish of destruction that was nearly as bad to fight in close combat as Aayla’s dual wielding. Worse than that, however, was that Zavra had far more telekinetic strength than Aayla did, or at least was better at applying it in combat. She used a lot of purely power-based attacks, like Force Crush, far more freely than Izuku himself did. While he did have the power, he’d mostly focused on control and complexity over the years, rarely finding a need to contest strength-to-strength with another telekinetic.
Zavra could and did force him to do that.
Mixed in were brief bursts of oddly colored lighting, not quite the purple-blue of Sith Lighting, but not the green of Emerald Judgement either. Instead it was a sort of teal color between them, varying a little in that color every time she used it, presumably shifting with the exact mix of emotions fueling each attempt. She’d also tried mind probes early on as well, but had been easily shut out on that front, only to double down on the physical by using a similar form of Force Speed to Izuku’s. Worse yet, her precognition was slightly better than his, honed to a razor’s edge by full blown warfare between the Jedi and Sith order during her time.
Add in her cybernetics-enhanced base speed and strength, and the woman was a combat monster. Only previous experience fighting against Celeste Morne was letting him keep up now, and only dipping into the dirty trick of giving his opponent a mid-fight, telekinetic wedgie finally gave him an opening. The fact that Zavra moaned rather than squeaking in discomfort, as he managed to grab hold of her underwear and yank, nearly made him waste the opening. As it was, he managed to just barely use the opening to hammer her lightsaber out of position with a shield, pinning her against another as he thrust forward to stop the tip of his lightsaber just a hair short of her throat.
Zavra’s face scrunched up in a pout as she deactivated her saber in surrender.
“That was a dirty trick! But a fun one! You should totally do that again, Master~! You know, just so I can properly prepare for it!”
Izuku snorted, even as he deactivated his own blade, taking a long, steadying breath as he pulled on the Force to refresh himself. That fight had been close.
“Your combat style is super interesting! Almost every Sith had a slightly different fighting style, but I’ve never seen one quite like it! Your telekinetic control is unreal, way better than anyone I’ve fought before. If you work on the power behind it a bit, I’d have even more trouble with you, Master~!”
He chuckled as Zavra went from pouting to enthusiastic, hopping around slightly, then purring out the final word in the same teasing way that Aayla sometimes did. Of course, unknown to Zavra, that had been partially the point. Aayla had sparred with her already, and noted quickly that she was very much like Shaak Ti, in that she got a bit ‘worked up’ by a good fight. Izuku hadn’t honestly realized that little fact about Shaak Ti, but he could see it in retrospect. For now, he’d decided it was the least awkward segue to what he had planned.
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Moving in while Zavra was enthusiastically chattering about the fight, he was quite pleased as he sensed he’d caught her legitimately off guard by picking her up and pinning her against a nearby pillar, wrists over her head. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved in to capture her lips in a kiss that hovered somewhere between forceful and rough. The moan that slipped out, muffled by the kiss, was a clear indication that he’d gotten it right. As was the dazed look in her eyes as he pulled back and started trailing more kisses down her jawline and to her pulse point. She moaned again, unmuffled and unashamed, as he found her species’ equivalent of that point. Not quite in the same place, but close enough that finding it was fairly intuitive. Pulling away after that louder, lewder moan, he whispered into her ear.
“Hmmm, a blue birdie told me I’ve not been a very good Master. A bit frustrated from a long dry spell, are you, little one~?”
Zavra’s answer was a whimper more than a word, combined with her doing her best to hump him through their exercise gear. Having planned this, with Aayla’s enthusiastic help, in advanced, Izuku forgone his usual armor for basic sports gear. Zavra had followed his lead by taking advantage of the leotard-like sportswear that Aayla tended to prefer for casual matches. Durable and surprisingly supportive, the outfit was nevertheless skintight enough that Izuku could see the distinct outline of Zavra’s pierced nipples through the material. Of course, those piercings were far more than merely decorative, the rings and the barbel that lanced through each nipple being connected to some of Zavra’s implants.
Implants which, as it happened, were controlled through the Force.
It was a sensible security precaution, if you knew enough Force Sorcery to tie the controls to a specific Force Signature, at least. Something which Empress Acina most certainly had. The transfer of Zavra’s implants to him was so final precisely because they were locked to his Force signature now. He’d made sure to memorize the Empress’s detailed notes on how to use them, but it was admittedly going to take some time to master every function. For now, he settled on ramping Zavra’s need up farther by reaching out to one of the most basic controls and causing those delightful nipple piercings to start a temperature cycle that oscillated them from hot to cold and back in a preset pattern.
Zavra’s back arched, more moans spilling from her lips even as he replaced his hands on her wrists with a telekinetic grip. Hands freed for something more active, he brought them down to her tits, mentally given Empress Acina due credit for the mild amount of bio-sculpting she’d done to make them extra-perfect. They fell between Aayla and Mei’s in size and firmness alike, giving them their own unique feel as he explored them with increasing desire. He’d always had a things for breasts, and he counted himself lucky that his new lover was just as delightfully stacked as the other two girls.
Only the fact that Twi’lek anatomy was screwy, and showed every sign of the species having been bioengineered at some point in the past, allowed Aayla’s own breasts to be as large as they were at her level of fitness. Even then, she was only barely into the D-cup range. Sizable and nicely ‘stacked’ on her tight body, but hardly enormous. Mei, with her muscle and fitness mostly being accidental, despite still being quite obvious when you got her naked, was easily on the far end of the E-cup instead.
Despite being, if anything, in even more impressive physical shape than Aayla, Empress Acina’s tweaking of her biology and just a bit of mass added by internal cybernetics meant that Zavra’s were kriffing close to as large as Mei’s…and twice as responsive. Both facts which Izuku appreciated on a visceral level as he drew more mewls and moans from the Sith woman by firmly groping and gently mauling her breasts. Zavra’s legs tightened around him farther, grinding against his rapidly growing erection for the most friction she could get. Part of him was tempted to stop her, to make her beg just a bit as he slowly worked her over.
He could do that later, though.
Right now, he could feel that Zavra was rapidly losing anything like higher thought as her long-forced abstinence amplified every desire to a new level. It was almost enthralling to feel the way she instinctively pulled on the Force to enhance everything about the experience. Doubly so as what he was feeling put a firm lie to any concept that passion was of the Dark Side. It could be used for that, just like any emotion could, but natively passion of this flavor was life in a way that was too pure to be called anything approaching Dark.
Getting sucked into it had also pushed him from ‘getting hard’ straight to ‘hard enough to dent beskar.’
Which wasn’t overly comfortable in his exercise shorts.
Strengthening his fingers with the Force, he shifted them and ripped the top portion of Zavra’s leotard apart, spilling her impressive tits out into open air with an epic bounce. She whined at the loss of contact, then shuddered as the cool air of the training room washed over her naked breasts, amplifying the effects of the temperature oscillation still teasing her nipples. Grinning, he upped the ante slightly by commanding her piercings to start a low vibration, just before pulling his hands away entirely. He twisted said hands in midair a moment later, even as he stepped away from her body, pulling free from her legs as they loosened in reaction to the surprise of new stimulation. Normally not prone to using such gestures, now they helped him push past his own growing mental haze of lust to grasp Zavra’s body in a full telekinetic hold before she could fall.
In response to his twisting hands, Zavra’s form ‘fell’ forward and pulled away from the pillar. A moment later, her arms were pulled firmly back behind her, even as breasts swung down to hang below her and her legs were bent and spread. The result left her suspended doggy-style in midair, ass towards him and right at his groin height. Gestures no longer needed, he quickly disrobed, tossing his clothes aside with no hesitation, then approached her floating form. His hands found her ass, squeezing as he found them just as perfectly formed as her tits were. Though here, at least, Aayla was easily the Sith girl’s match.
Zavra, entirely predictably, moaned again and tried to push into his touch. This time he made sure to firmly put her where he could feel she wanted to be, by sharply spanking that ass hard enough to make it quiver despite the muscle tone present. She cried out far more in ecstasy than pain, but she’d been very well trained and instinctively obeyed the admonishment to be still and let him play with her body. He could feel her quivering restraint as he soothed the spot, then repeated his finger-strengthening trick to rip the bottom of her leotard apart just as firmly as he had her breast support.
As soon as the material parted, its own skintight nature pulled it away from Zavra’s pussy, giving him his first in-person view of her positively drooling sex. In most ways, it externally resembled a human’s more than it did anything else, despite her lips being such a dark red they might have passed for black under poorer light. Much like a human woman, Zavra’s pussy had a single clit rather than the two clit-analogues of a Twi’lek, possibly a result of the fact that ‘Sith Purebloods’ were actually hybrids of the original Sith species and humans. That clit was on the larger side, and either side of it’s pulled-back hood was studded with small piercings that Izuku again knew were connected to deeper implants.
Yet, for all that familiarity, Izuku was well aware from Zavra’s files that what he was seeing externally would be far more alien on the inside. Original Sith females hadn’t actually had a clitoris at all, it having been something gained by some hybrids. A feature that Empress Acina had insisted on in her carefully chosen Sith apprentices, wanting the extra option to work with. She had also, however, absolutely insisted on finding the rarer hybrids that had both that human-style clit and the original Sith species equivalent.
The woman had wanted the most fun set of options possible. Izuku could respect that.
Curiosity not to be denied, one of Izuku’s hands drifted down from kneading Zavra’s ass to tease her pussy lips. He lingered on them only for a moment, enjoying the involuntary squirming from his ‘victim,’ before gently pressing two fingers inside her sopping wet entrance. Immediately, he discovered the difference he’d been expecting. Zavra shuddered as his fingers penetrated a second internal ring of flesh…then a third. His fingers weren’t pressing deep enough, but he knew from her files that there would be a fourth such internal ring as well.
Those rings, which if one were to examine them with a probe would show themselves to be made up of tightly-packed ridges similar to those some Purebloods had sweeping across their cheekbones, were the equivalent of a clitoris analogue for the original Sith. No individual ridge had anywhere close the same number of nerve endings as a human woman’s clitoris, but there were an average of twenty to twenty-four ridges that created each one of the four internal ‘rings.’ In combination, spread out through those rings, there were nearly eight times the number of nerves.
For Sith, size very much did matter, since the thicker and longer the cock spearing a pussy like that, the more friction was created and the greater number of those rings were penetrated. A cock that could fill Zavra up completely and pound her hard would subject her to a constant overwhelming stimulation with every thrust. Quite fortunately, Izuku was gifted enough in that department to more than adequately do the job…
When he was ready, at least. He has a bit more tone to set and curiosity to satisfy first.
Pumping only a handful of times with those two fingers, Izuku chuckled at the utter disappointment in Zavra’s whine as he pulled them away. Seemingly against her will, she tried to chase his withdrawing fingers, only for a firm spank to once again settle her down. Patting her more gently on the ass after the spank, Izuku moved around to her face. Cupping her chin, he tilted it up to face him.
“Now, now. I promise you’ll get to cum. But there’s something else I’m ever-so-curious about first.”
Zavra obediently opened her lips for him as he pushed into her mouth with the same fingers that had become coated with her natural lube. She sucked them dutifully…and didn’t flinch even a little as her pressed his fingers straight to the back of her throat.
“No gag reflex at all, huh?”
She shook her head, then opened her mouth on instinct as he pulled away and tilted her head for a better look. Seeming to know or guess what he was after, she let her tongue loll out…and it extended much farther than it would have for a human. A good few inches farther, in fact. Studded along that extra-long tounge was a gleaming row of small golden piercings. Each one of which, he knew from her files, had a micro vibrator and a temperature unit. Additions made to make that already exceptional, and exceptionally prehensile, tongue even better at oral sex.
Nor was that the only modification that had been made. Despite the Empress largely keeping Zavra away from men, he knew that the perfectionist ruler had modified Zavra’s throat as well. She’d transplanted more nerves into a series of ridges that were significantly more subtle than the natural ones in Zavra’s pussy. An addition that, wired as those transplanted nerves were to the same parts of Zavra’s nervous system, meant she was quite capable of cumming her brains out just from someone fucking her throat.
Acina had made sure to test that fact thoroughly with quite an impressive array of strap-ons.
All while taking extensive notes, of course.
Now, Izuku was intent on leaning into the tone for this encounter that he could feel Zavra was practically screaming her desire for into the Force. This might not have been how he would have approached their first…experience…but it was blatantly obvious now that Aayla’s own suggestion in this direction had been spot on. Zavra wanted to be ‘claimed,’ at least this first time. With the irrefutable proof of that fact flowing in the Force between them, that this was what she so strongly desired, Izuku wasn’t exactly against it. Far from it, it was tickling the same itch in his own psyche that many of his games with Aayla and Mei did, something he was realizing only now might have developed into a personal kink without him realizing it.
Letting go of her chin, Izuku tipped Zavra forward with his telekinetic grip, bringing her face down at the perfect angle to align with his throbbing cock. He felt her pulse of eager lust at the sight of his erection, and grinned as she eagerly parted her lips as they were brought to his tip. He rested one hand on her head, but honestly didn’t need to guide her, as Zavra immediately began to work on his cockhead of her own initiative. She swirled that insanely dexterous tongue around his glans…then caused him to gasp as she made ruthless use of her extra inches to wrap entirely around him twice, once around the glans and a second loop just below, beyond the limits of her lips.
An instant later, he discovered that the implants in her tongue were among the few she could control herself, as they flared to life in a low vibration that nearly undid his self-control. Calling on the Force at the moment wasn’t helpful, heavy with lust and passion as it currently was, but years of experience with Aayla’s own champion-tier blowjob skills managed to let him hold on. Using his fist in her hair as an anchor, he broke up the brutally effective sensation slightly with a long, slow thrust. That, thankfully, moved the vibrations away from his incredibly sensitive tip and down his shaft, giving him a brief second of relief before he reached her throat and kept going.
She didn’t gag or choke at all, didn’t stop in the squeezing and squirming of her tongue that was now exploring his entire shaft, and he had a whole new sort of trouble as he felt her swallow around his tip. Those ridges of flesh weren’t only effective against her, though she moaned wantonly as he rubbed against them. They also added a unique flavor of stimulation for him as he began to piston slowly in and out of her throat. He shuddered, holding onto his self-control only by bare threads as he picked up speed. He wasn’t going to last long, but that was okay.
After all, half the point of this was the fact that he hadn’t yet released Zavra’s ability to cum.
One of the most complex implants Empress Acina had devised for her Hands was a wickedly diabolical thing. Partially a graft to the nervous system, and partially a specially-tune neural blocker in the brain itself, the implant could interrupt the signal that would trigger Zavra’s body to tip over that final edge into orgasm. So long as the blocker was ‘on,’ Zavra could by pushed right up against the edge of climax over and over. For minutes, hours, or days. It didn’t matter how long she tried or what effort she went to. Until she was allowed to cum…she just flat out wouldn’t be able to achieve release.
It had been ‘on’ since the moment Empress Acina died.
Even now, Izuku could feel the block at work in the Force, Zavra was already at the edge of orgasm. Every pump down her throat, every brush against those nerve-laden ridges, should have sent her body rocketing through one of the most powerful climaxes imaginable. Yet, she couldn’t cum…and he had no intention of releasing her to do so just yet. That, he would reserve for when he was fucking her properly.
With that thought in mind, he didn’t hold himself back much longer, only holding on for a bare few minutes of face fucking his only-too-willing victim. Long enough to reduce her brain to nothing but incoherent pleasure and instinctive, trained reactions. Finally, he hilted himself balls deep in her throat and let go, pumping the first of his release down her throat before violently fighting his instincts by pulling back. The second pump landed on her tongue…but he managed to put the third, fourth, and fifth all over her face.
Zavra whined mindlessly as he pulled away, then made an odd noise between a whimper and moan as he sent her spinning with his telekinetic grip. Thankfully, so many years of training his telekinetic use to be instinctive made maintaining it even through his own release child’s play. Even in the aftermath of a potent orgasm of his own, he could still mostly control it, bringing her pussy to face him at just the right height that he cold thrust down into it.
The passion and lust radiating in the Force from Zavra had made sure his own erection didn’t flag. In fact, to his own mild incredulity, it was actually acting to force his body to produce additional cum more quickly than should have been possible. Not exactly a use of Force Healing, or the Force at all, that he’d considered before, and all the more wild that it was happening purely in response to the sheer output of energy from his ‘victim.’
Noting that little trick for study later but disregarding it for now, Izuku wasted no time at all in sinking two fingers into Zavra’s pussy again, pumping several times to make sure she was properly kept on edge while he recovered. More mentally than physically, admittedly, his body already more than ready for more. Still, as hot as the desperate moans and broken pleas coming from Zavra now that her mouth was free were, he didn’t leave her wanting for long. Stepping forward, he sunk his cock into her pussy with one smooth stroke. Izuku was quite sizable, more than enough to punch all the way through all four internal rings, and Zavra practically locked up in pleasure overload as he did so. Teasingly reaching down to gently rub her external clit as well, he finally spoke.
“You’ve been a Good Girl…so cum all you want…”
Putting action to words, he reached for the switch in the Force to unlock her neural blocker. Timing it with his first withdraw, he released her to cum…then slammed down hard with his second thrust. Zavra came utterly unglued, her own orgasm practically punching him in the Force, making his balls ache to cum himself. It was only the fact that he nearly lost control and dropped her from the pulse of Force that kept him from cumming with her, the distraction of splitting his focus to keep her properly anchored in the air seeing him through.
In the wake of that Force pulse, he recovered and withdrew again, barely able to pull out with how tight she’d clamped down and causing secondary mini-climaxes to rip through her as he sawed back across all those internal ridges. The mini-climaxes turned back into the real thing within two thrusts, though this one didn’t cum with nearly as explosive a pulse in the Force. Gritting his teeth and pushing through it, Izuku picked up the pace, intent on holding off for a respectable time…or until he made her pass out from pleasure. Whichever came first.
Third, fourth, and fifth orgasms ripped through her as he kept it up, and he realized quickly that another of her implants was somehow keeping her awake through the intense climaxes. Buckling down, he managed to last through her sixth before he couldn’t hold his own release any longer, burying himself deep and pumping hot cum into her depths even as her pussy spasmed through that sixth.
He was panting this time as he withdrew, his telekinesis actually shaky as he lowered her to the mats on the floor and followed to keel behind her as she landed on her knees, tits down and ass firmly up. Pulling on the Force to revitalize himself, he shook his head in disbelief as he realized doing so caused his erection to spring back to full mast again.
Well, he did still have one more hole to claim. Even if he’d originally intended to wait until later.
Smirking, he enjoyed her moan and pulse of desire as his fingers found her rear entrance and began to explore the changes the Empress had made there, as well. The woman had certainly been a fan of exploring all the options, and Zavra certainly seemed to be entirely up for round three. At least, her body certainly responded like it was, even if he was pretty sure her mind was blank of anything but pleasure and afterglow…
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Sabé came for the second time, even as her eyes were riveted to the observation room’s window and her one hand was firmly buried in Padmé’s hair. Her boss was obeying, for the moment, too out of it from repeated orgasms of her own to really process what was going on. Some part of Sabé that wasn’t busy watching as Izuku moved on to railing the ass of the crimson-skinned beauty he’d been sparring with knew Padmé was going to chew her out for this…though her somewhat scrambled mind was already connecting dots about how to mitigate that scolding.
Like getting a copy of the recording that she knew the training rooms always made for reviewing matches afterward. This view deserved to be appreciated more than once.
They hadn’t, of course, intended to spy on what was going on. They’d merely seen Izuku and the still-mysterious Sith that had been recovered from the ancient space station heading into the private training area aboard the Knight Errant and followed after out of curiosity. The entire senatorial group had been invited to use the training rooms if they wanted, as well as welcomed to observe the training that Aayla, Izuku, and a few other Jedi that came and went from the ship semi-regularly participated in. They’d even watched a number of such matches previously, curious about what Jedi could really do when they got going.
Following after the pair had been half whim, half desire to learn more about the Sith girl, who had so far been largely sequestered in her own VIP accommodations and the private Flag Officer amenities. They had, technically, been briefly introduced, but in the handful of days since she’d woken up, ‘Zavra Sh’i’ had largely stuck to Sovereign Midoriya, Knight Secura, and Mei Hatsume. Sabé wasn’t the only one who was dying of curiosity about the girl, and Padmé had been the one to suggest taking advantage of the open offer to watch any training from the observation room.
The fighting itself had been breathtaking. Both because of the incredible intensity of the exchanges…and because both Izuku and Zavra had chosen to work out in rather skintight exercise clothing. Sabé had no idea if that was normal for the Sith Girl, but Izuku more typically wore his armor, or at least the undersuit from said armor.
Suffice it to say both of them had made for incredibly nice eye-candy. Doubly so once they’d started to sweat. That, however, wouldn’t have gone behind private thoughts of appreciation. Aside, at least, from the two or three teasing comments Sabé had thrown Padmé’s way when she caught her looking just a bit too closely at certain bits of their anatomy between matches.
Then what had happened after the sparring had taken them both completely by surprise.
They had already known that Izuku and Aayla’s relationship was at least some degree of open. Mostly, it had to be said, because Mei had zero filter and was cheerfully affectionate with both of them. But they certainly had not expected the admittedly charged final sparring match to turn into a passionate make out session, and had both frozen, unable to look away from the sight. Padmé had shaken herself loose, and Sabé knew she’d been about to suggest they leave…but Sabé had kissed her before she could make the suggestion.
She genuinely didn’t know what had come over her.
Normally, her and Padmé’s arrangement was something that only happened behind closed doors, in the safety of their private rooms. Yet, something had driven the usual unspoken rules out of her head as she’d grabbed her boss’s ass and kissed her more passionately than she could ever remember. So passionately that Padmé’s brain had shut down and Sabé had taken full advantage. Before her best friend and sometime lover could ‘reboot’ her thought process, Sabé had her boss pulled in her own lap and one hand down her pants, under her panties and teasing her thoroughly wet slit.
Padmé had fallen hard into subspace at the dominant action and total surprise.
Sabé voice had run away with her, descriptions of what was happening on the screen increasingly lewd as Padmé’s own eyes locked onto the pair of Izuku and Zavra as their host fucked the Sith girl senseless. She’d brought Padmé two three back-to-back climaxes as she whispered lust-fueled imaginings of what it would be like to be in Zavra’s shoes right then. Painting a picture for her lover of being helpless and horny as Izuku fucked her brains out, even including herself as a third party in some of the imagined scenarios. Sometimes as someone helplessly waiting for her own turn, others helping Izuku take Padmé in every way she could imagine in the heat of the moment.
Frankly, after Izuku let the crimson-skinned woman drop, she’d assumed she was going to be stuck horny as fuck herself, even if she was quite thoroughly pleased with what she’d done to Padmé.
Then, of course, the beastly, sexy, stud had decided to go for the trifecta instead of only visiting two options. Padmé had been so deep into subspace that, when Sabé had reacted to that by throwing away her last fucks and pushing her senator down between her knees, she hadn’t broken out of it to protest. In those critical moments, Sabé had taken full advantage of the fact the bunnygirl-based uniform she was still wearing didn’t exactly allow for underwear. She’d broken the seal the smart material made with her skin to prevent wardrobe malfunctions, then pulled it aside to expose her own absolutely sopping sex. Padmé hadn’t protested at all when she was pulled face-first into that pussy, instinctively getting to work on making her sometime-mistress cum. Given how wet she already was and the incredible view she’d had the entire time, it hadn’t exactly been hard for Padmé to get the job done.
Of course, as soon as her friend/boss snapped out of subspace, she was probably going to be some wild mix of aroused as fuck and utterly mortified. Sabé just needed to figure out how to make it more the former and less the latter so she didn’t get strangled by an embarrassed Padmé. Of course, she also needed to figure out what to do about the fact that she now really wanted to see Padmé bent over and railed by Izuku in a few of those scenarios she’d outlined. Not to mention wanting a ride herself.
She was well aware that Padmé has at least an attraction to the Sovereign. One that went clear back to that little beach vacation when she was still a Queen. Heck, she and Sabé both had more than a little bit of a thing for Aayla too. But…what exactly did that mean? Just what was the relationship between Aayla, Izuku, and Mei, that this new girl could slide in after only days? Did that make it more or less likely that they could get a round themselves? Also, did it make him more or less attractive?
Fuck. She was going to have to get her own head straightened out before she could decide if she should push Padmé at him to get her to unwind, wasn’t she? Doubly so when it could create a conflict of interest. Well, first was keeping Padmé from killing her. She could worry about the rest afterward. They were going to be aboard the Knight Errant for a few more weeks at minimum, after all…
-Lemon Ends Here-
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A/N 1: So, Izuku is still Izuku, which means that I did need to address the moral ambiguity inherent with Zavra. I didn't want to spend a ton of time with them agonizing over it, though, so I condensed it down into a single reasonable conversation rather than drawing it out forever.
A/N 2: Yes, they added Zavra into things fast. But that's mostly because of her situation. They can't really get rid of her, they both find her attractive, and they already have a multi-partner relationship going on. I debated over this, considering if I should drag it out for them to get to know her more, but ultimately decided doing so wouldn't actually improve the story. As I said in a previous author's note, her alignment is essentially 'Chaotic Sexy.' She's not light, or dark, she's just whatever her Master wants her to be. With a heavy dose of passion/lust as part of her basic personality. She'll get plenty of character development going forward, but her very nature sort of demanded a quick basic resolution which...
A/N 3: ...I was honestly extra okay with because it let me push forward with Padmé and Sabé too. That scene at the end was, if you didn't catch on, influenced heavily by the lust Zavra was radiating in the Force. Without that to push them, Sabé wouldn't have done what she did in semi-public, nor would Padmé have so easily and completely fallen into subspace in an echo of what Zavra was doing. Mind you, if they weren't horny for Izu in the first place, it wouldn't have done much of anything to them. But they already were to some extent, so it gave them a firm push of sorts. Now they need to actually have a talk/confront possible lust/feelings for him between at least themselves, as well as try to figure out what exactly Izuku/Aayla/Mei/Zavra's relationship IS.
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