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Star Wars: A Sith's Hunt (Ruphhausin x Naomi David)

Something felt wrong after she used the Force Ability. Then she looked at her crush gauntlets. She snarled, but he would sense that she was impressed. Damaged, she couldn't use them to crush his throat and the like. Still, they didn't look so damaged that they couldn't catch and hold a lightsaber blade. She was concentrating, trying to find him in the Force, since she knew she couldn't rely on her eyes and ears to find him. She breathed in and out, and just started walking away. Not out of cowardice, anybody could see that. But to get out of range so any stray blow or strike or whatever wouldn't strike one of the people who were so merrily watching her and him fight.
 
As jaded as they both were, neither of them were cowards.

"Yes... no one who isn't involved should be in the way. While an audience can be fun... this really is a dance for two."

He chuckled, as he was pleased she was moving away from those watching. He already had moved just enough away to be waiting for her but not for an ambush. He elected not to do that, but rather to keep her at just enough of an arm's length as it were.

"You are good... but with a bit more seasoning...."
 
"Darling, I am not merely seasoned. I am very marinated, thank you very much." she dryly replied. He was a wily son of a bitch. She couldn't see, hear, or sense him. Yet, knowing him, he was quite close to her, but not so close she could easily strike him. Her one sword was at the ready again. She let her power show, now that civilians were out of the way, they could really go at it now.
 
Force stealth (or concealment) had many advantages. He also knew that she really was wanting to cut loose now, but then he also had been using it to hide just how skilled he really was. Being trained first by his nanny and personal guard (both fallen Jedi and Sith acolytes). When he turned eight, he went to an exclusive school, visited often by his parents, where Force Sensitives were taught by Sith acolytes and Warriors who also failed to be come Jedi, as well as other Force Users. He then closed his eyes, using Force Cloak and waited for her to come to him.
 
Vasilisa Henwick had discovered her gift in the Force at an early age. It had first started with premonitions, she could see things before they happened. Then it progressed to things moving towards her when she really wanted or needed them. When she was old enough to understand what the Force was, she was actively training. In secret, it wasn't something she wanted her parents and family to know about. Force Sensitivity amongst Mandalorians wasn't exactly something one talked about. She was one of those prodigies who learned and understood things instantly, as was expected of her. She was a very busy kid. Not only was she expected to go to school, but she was expected to do military training as well, and compound it with training with the Force in secret. To say her childhood was stressful was a light way of saying it. But still, training the way she did made her one of the best there was. And when she became a bounty hunter, she learned even more. And her skills with the Force and combat were truly put to the test. Him being who he was, he could practically taste her excitement, her desire to show who was the superior warrior. Aggression and superiority were the Mandalorian ways.
 
Going into pilot training back home was the upper part of his education, having continued to study and train all the way through. Private tutors as well as schools, and along the way he learned from every Force user he could.. including a couple of Mandalorians. Their arrogance and belief in their superiority was legendary.. and foolish. He waited for the right moment, and used Force Flight and came at her. He moved so fast, and he used his one lightsaber at full power to slice at her sword, moving away after he had cut it where it was rendered badly damaged and unreliable as a weapon. He also clipped her armor with the tip of the blade in passing, scorching a line into her armor and showing he was prepared to cut it off a piece at a time. He then vanished again, visible but concealing himself well with the Force helping him.

"Did you ever hear the one about the Mandalorian who misread the controls on the moisture evaporator? He ended up all dried up."
 
She let out an unintelligible sounding shriek of pure rage when he killed her one sword. He used Force Flight to get to her, that was an ability she hadn't seen any Force User use in a very long time. And he scored a line into her breast plate, something that made her shriek again. Nothing was in pain, but rage. This was something that should have been utterly impossible. Lightsabers simply could not cut through beskar, should not be able to even heat up beskar. The sort of rage that was coming off of her in waves was the sort that was perfect for the Dark Side. She spoke, clenching her teeth,"You know what a simple rearrangement of the letters in Sith does? Put the H in front of the I... Guess what it spells?" She was prepared to shed her armor entirely if she had to.
 
He couldn't help it, so he just let go and roared with laughter. Because she would not be able to know his precise position, he couldn't help it. She made him laugh so very heartily, though she obviously didn't mean to. He had done what her arrogance deemed impossible, and now he had to explain to her very carefully what she needed to understand from and about him. His tone was light heart in sound, but his words showed how thoroughly prepared he was for any retaliation.

"I didn't become a Lord of the Sith at this early an age by being foolish or relying simply on the past. Even you should know that the best weapons and armor has kinks and weaknesses that can be exploited. Of course, there are alchemist ways to get ride of both as well."

He was almost ready to strike again, knowing full well that she was ill prepared to lose.
 
She could hear his laughter. For a moment, he could sense her relaxing. His laugh was rich to the ears, soothing to the soul. She had meant it as an insult, clearly not intending to make him laugh so hard. She spoke,"You killed your Master, did you not, to become a Sith Lord? Or is that not how things are done any more?" She sighed, and took pieces of her armor off. Was she showing vulnerability? Arrogance? What was left on her armor wise was her helmet and her boots. Underneath was a plain black flight suit. Hidden amongst the flight suit were weapons. So many weapons. She still had her last sword, and was holding it at the ready. Hopefully her gambit of using Force Weapon on it would make it stronger, ridiculous as the idea sounded.
 
"It was time, and he was not willing to learn more from the Force, lovely one."

Darth Garist slowly stepped from where he was, off to one side and moved carefully in front and a safe distance from Vasilisa. She was showing more of herself, having removed most of her armor, but he was well aware she was still armed. Both of his sabers were lit, and he had imbued them with the Force already. He was calm, but he was more than willing to see what she could do if she could. He was already thinking of her naked, having sent the picture to her mind of the night he had caressed her when she danced, reminding her of how sensual he could be.

"Do we really need to do this, Vasilisa?"

He was coaxing, not even yet using the Force to try for the time being.
 
She shuddered when he sent the picture of herself mostly naked to her mind. Oh, she remembered that night very clearly. It had been a few days or so after she had gotten out of school, literally a few days after she had turned 18, and her mark liked to frequent a bar with dancing girls. So she had gone undercover as one of the dancing girls, and that was the night she had met Garist. Much to her embarrassment, her parents had made her take a belly dancing and pole dancing classes. Mainly in case for jobs that had marks who frequented seedy bars, but it was still humiliating. She had given quite a lovely belly dance that night, the tips amount ended up being quite more than the job reward itself. Her biggest tipper had been Garist itself. She had killed her mark shortly after the bar had closed, and Garist had witnessed it. Her mark was worth more dead than alive. She had snapped her mark's neck with the Force, which really was what had started this whole fucking mess. She had managed to load her mark's dead body away and send it off to the Hutt who contracted the hit. Her true 'dance' for him was the first time they fought. No weapons, no armor, just their bodies. She had barely won, solely because in combat training she specialized in techniques that allowed her to effectively fight Jedi, Sith, and other Force Users. They fought very physically close to each other, hence how he had been able to caress her that night. What had allowed her to escape and get to the extraction point was the Keldabe Kiss, the Mandalorian phrase for a head butt. She had run as fast and as hard as she could away that night, and gotten away, but barely. Now here they were, four years later. They were far stronger, far more cunning, for more powerful, and far more deadly than they were both four years ago. Now she could see him, and she spoke,"Yes, you have not grasped the fact that I am not interested in you, Garist. You have shown a rather unhealthy interest in me, and really, it is very unattractive." She rushed forth, but veering off to the side. She was so much faster now without so much armor on, and she wasn't even using the Force for speed augmentation.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8hyKm4Fb66M

(Girl on the stage wearing the skimpy outfit is the outfit Vasilisa wore for her undercover job)
 
"No, darling.. the unhealthy part is your denial of how stimulated you became..."

As he prepared a pattern of attack, he reminded her of how bared and engorged his simple but targeted touches made her nipples and clit. He let her remember clearly how,she moved closer to him more times than not, and how she missed most of the opportunities to head butt him and end the first fight much sooner.

"Shall I also remind you how your scent called to me.. your lovely pussy more drenched than the rest of you.. and not from combat..."
 
She did not like being reminded of that night. Should have been a simple hit, get in and get out. Garist was the wrench thrown into that simple plan. Truth be told, she got... Charged, when she fought. Fighting made her feel alive, knowing that she could die at any given moment, it gave her a hell of a rush, adrenaline wise and sexual. She spoke, she was so close to bring the sword down on him,"And you haven't left me alone since then."
 
"Of course not.. even when there have been parsecs between us, we are always together, Vasilisa."

He moved, soon behind her and taking four of her concealed weapons from her. He was "guessing" at where they were, the Force having guided him through her mind while not actually reading it but gleaning. He sliced at the back of the helmet with the smaller of the two lightsabers, missing only her actual head and her lovely hair on purpose. Force sight was very key to such a thing, and he soon was on the opposite position on her off side, where using the sword would make her much more vulnerable.

"There is much I can teach you, lovely... but you know the price.. and you are already paying it. I sense your stimulation.. and your arousal.. and not just from the idea of the fight."

He was bold enough to Sense, and to reach out and use it to the full, and he softly chuckled again.

"You actually want to lose.. to see how long you can go and if what you have been told about Sith sexual prowess is true..."
 
God, his words were so fucking disturbing. Civilians would call him a stalker, a creeper. It threw her off of her game enough to where he was able to steal four of her concealed weapons. Blasters and the like, stuff that wouldn't really hurt him, but it still displeased her greatly. The act that really threw her off of her balance was when he scored the back of her helmet. She spoke,"I have no interest in learning Dark Side techniques. Tried it, really didn't like it. Every time I used the Dark Side, I got sick. Really isn't my thing, you know?" She didn't want to lose, but subconsciously, what if she did? What if she subconsciously desired to be dominated and bred by him? She lowly spoke,"Do you want a kiss?" She was going to try and trap him.
 
"Of course.. but my kisses involve more than just the lips you desire to use..."

He was not yet moving, rather watching as she still didn't take off what he wanted her two. He then did it again, taking more of her weapons and scoring on both of her boots before disappearing this time with Force Cloak once more. He wanted her to know how vulnerable she was, wanted her to feel both the fear and arousal he knew she was experiencing.

"I would love to kiss those lips, especially as you have thought quite a bit about how my tongue may feel against yours.. with my body pressing yours down..."
 
She took off her helmet, letting her pale blonde hair tumble out. She made a face, fully realizing how long it was. She really needed a haircut. She jumped a bit, lightly feeling the heat of his lightsabers from him scoring her boots. A few of her weapons were left. Her DL-44s were left, and the last of her beskar weaponry, and a few choice others. Some called these blades machetes, others called them short sword. She spoke softly,"Come and get it then."
 
"I will be coming to get more than that, Vasilisa darling."

He waits right till he is beside her, trapping herr arms and stealing a long and intense kiss after showing himself the last second. His tongue, like that night, caresses herrs in wanton sexual caresses, his body so tight against hers that she feel the throb of his cock as his huge member is stirring in his suit. He bolst away before she can do anything, having at the same time use a bit of Force Drain on her as well. He feels something else, not dismissing it as he uses a bit of Force Heal on himself as he pauses and gathers his energy for one last attack, having taking all but her short swords from her and placed them where he can load them on his ship.
 
Well shit, he was a most fantastic kisser. Of course, she had excellent technique herself, given all the seduction missions she went on. His body was so hot and fit, and the most wonderful part was that she could feel his massive cock throbbing as it properly stirred to life. To her, it was obvious he was aching to bang her into the next star system. She was feeling tired, drained a little, but she just attributed it to the adrenaline rush wearing off. Those crashes sucked. But those crashes didn't happen all of a sudden. Then she felt naked. Cursing quietly, she realized her DL-44s were gone. She smirked, now her voice sounded slurred,"Excellent pick pocketing technique!" Least the fucker didn't take her mini bottles of liquor on her person. Liquor was amazing at helping her interrogate when she didn't feel like Mind Tricking people. She had more mini bottles of liquor on her than she had weapons. She flipped open a pocket, grabbed a mini flask of Nubian Champagne, said,"Final call!" She slugged the whole thing down, practically guaranteeing a hangover in the morning, but a short boost for now. She seemed to throw her swords. One moment, they were in her hands, the next moment, they were gone. She had used the Force to make them appear behind his back, and she made some strange hand movements, and with the last of her strength, drove them into his back.
 
They only went in about half as much as she tried, and of course his bodysuit, treated with Sith alchemy, did a lot to protect him. The very first parts of the blades went into his back, and he growled and forced them back out. He used the power he drained from her to heal himself, using Force Healing. He then flew back at her, knocking her down with a backhand that was just hard enough. He grabbed her and pushed her down to her knees, smiling wickedly.

"Now.. let us see about waht you were thinking most about when I was kissing you.... "

He opened the front of his suit, allowing his massive cock to come out. He was quite large, even for a Corellian.. or any human for that matter. He had what one girl at his school he had a tryst with called "a Wookie cock", as 34 centimeters was quite large. He used his ability to combine efforts with the Force, starting to get her mouth open and then he pushed his cock inside of her. The truth was, the Force would not let her close it if she didn't want to, and with how her body reacted to his... it wouldn't let her.
 
She was disappointed, realizing that she didn't do as much damage as she hoped. Then again, she would have expected nothing less from him. Had he gone down that easily, she would have lost all respect she had for him. She went down shamefully easily, going down with a simple backhand. She was too weak right now to try and force her way back up. God damn, his cock was massive! Her eyes were wide as she watched his cock pop out of his suit. Then her mouth began to open, and that was not a movement she wanted. She tried to close her mouth, but that was impossible right now! And now his monster cock was in her mouth! Her tongue was resting underneath his cock. She began moving her tongue around his meat, hoping if she pleased him enough, he'd pull out of her mouth.
 
He pushed all of his cock down her throat, groaning at how well she was already doing. His personal ship was close by, and he groaned as he started to throat fuck her immediately. He slapped on her through the body suit she wore, starting to molest her with his free hand. He found the opening to get to her breasts, starting to molest them more and pinching and stroking her nipples. He wasn't about to ease up on her, as he wasn't going to let her use alcohol to avoid what she wanted and he was going to give her. He held her head in place, getting the back of her suit open and spanking her ass hard. He fondled her there, getting her perineum as well with his fingers and stimulating her all the more.
 
Her eyes grew wide when he forced his massive cock down her throat, which began to bulge ever so slightly from the intruding member. Her throat was certainly not ready for the vicious fucking it was getting right now. Where he had slapped her through the body suit, the area was a bright red. She wouldn't admit it, but it actually felt a little good to have him fondle her large breasts. it kind of sucked to have such huge knockers, they hurt sometimes. Truth be told, it did feel good to have somebody else play with her breasts rather than self pleasure slash self massage, though she was not going to admit that to him. It felt so odd to have somebody finger her instead of doing it herself!
 
He gripped both of her large tits, using that to yank her back to him while he started to really face fuck her. He knew that, done right, she would be winded enough he could move her to his modified ship. As he fucked her throat harder, he watched as the shuttle slowly came closer descending close by as he got closer to giving her his load. He was grinding into her face, making her feel his balls rubbing and knew she would like that he had a third testicle. It meant that he would have a greater chance of getting her pregnant, as well as give her more loads inside of her holes.
 
Her breasts, once she was properly impregnated by him, would be full of nutritious milk. They were already large, and would grow much larger when full of milk. They were properly sized for him to enjoy a titty fuck. She was having a hard time breathing, it was hard solely breathing through her nose. Her face was so far in his groin she was in his pubic hair. And she could feel more than two testicles... Three, was it? Odd, what a strange genetic anomaly. She was worn out. If he wanted her to service him properly later, he would need to let her rest for a little while.
 
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