Home Fiction Adult Fiction Art Mail List Staff Links OK, heres a little titillating fiction for you...its not for the faint-hearted, and youd better be alone when you read it!! Vader paced at the window in his chamber. The only light in the room came from an energy conduit that ran down the length of the doorway. He was frustrated, and the millions of stars he gazed upon heartlessly shirked his remorse. He almost never found himself in this all-too-fragile predicament. Usually, his mastery of his own power was enough to satiate his dark lusts. His passions lay in the Force, ever his partner and confidant. But now, he recalled brief glimpses of a life left far behind, farther than space could measure. Fleeting glimpses and soft touches from a companion of the corporeal kind. It was pleasant. Most of the time he shunned these thoughts for their weakness, but other times, like now, he desperately longed for a human body pressed against what remained of his. With faith in his master, faith in his confidence that all would be satisfied, he exited his chambers to alone walk the space stations gargantuan corridors. He silently hoped that the thousands of workers he would pass would reflect his powerful bearing and exquisite countenance back upon him, thus replacing this primitive urge. It had worked before. But the Force works in mysterious ways, and fortune was smiling upon the Dark Lord that day/night. He came upon the Emperors, his Masters, chamber. Outside, several fat and pathetic diplomats struggled for his gaze to fall upon them, and it grated at his nerves. He would not deign to speak with such filth. That was his Masters game and pleasure. Vader had never been interested in politics. His robes flowed out behind him as if lifted by some invisible servant, as he planned his way past them, but a quiet figure amidst the slimy rabble caught his eye. And beneath his death mask, Vader smiled. He confronted the woman. You await the Emperors counsel? She was obviously stricken that he should approach her alone, but he could sense it was more fear of consequence than his visage. Yes, Lord Vader. She attempted a bow as she rose. Good. She knew of him. Will you perchance walk with me during your wait? I can most assuredly grant your audience with His Eminence rather expeditiously. The rabbles mumblings grew quieter as he remained in their midst, some of egotistical anger that he did not pick them, others with filthy thoughts of his interest in the woman. He shut them all up with a snatch of their breath. I will, sir. She lowered her eyes to the other emissaries, but they fearfully looked away. Please after you, he motioned with a wide sweep of his massive black arm, which caught his cape and magnified the gesture. Vader was never known to be impolite. However, his deadly grace cut sharp and to the bone. May I inquire as to your reasons for being aboard this space station? He knew that whatever he asked was his for the taking, the question was just a formality. She visibly gulped and replied Of course, Lord Vader. I have worked for Senator Mareetayeeme of Malastare in diplomatic relations, and he benevolently suggested I further my career in the Emperors service. If hell have me. Vader frowned at the distaste of the Senators blatant posturing reverence. Here is my history and a few references to major accomplishments. She handed him a transcript communicator. He glanced at her, amused that she hid her confidence. It was appealing. The woman was not stupid. Vader read bits of thoughts from her, pictures of events in her life. And he saw the driving reason for her diplomatic career. She craved power. Diplomacy was a non-military way for her to rise to a level of importance in the Empire. Now he was even more attracted. In silence, he continued to stroll. She was small, and she hurried to keep up with him, but tried in vain not to show it. His silence gave her a pause, and her own mind began broiling. She wondered about his mechanics was he complete? He let her continue. She had always admired him; now that she strode next to him, old prayers suddenly answered, she quaked in her boots. His power was living, heady. Vader chuckled. This jolted her out of her daydream. Shit! She thought. He can read minds! Or was he just amused with her presumptions of importance? In answer, Vader replied: The Force is more powerful than you could imagine. Cryptic, to her, obvious to him. Ahead, a window to the universe opened up. Even having spent hundreds of hours out in that vast expanse, it still thrilled her. She was excited to be here, have the experience to get here, the drive and now to be next to Lord Vader! She heard his breath behind her. RIGHT behind her. The stars blurred. A gloved finger appeared at the corner of her vision, then vanished. Had she not seen it? Then it was true he pulled a wisp of hair from her shoulder. She closed her eyes and shuddered. Vader had been amused. Now he was on fire. In the long years since his service to his Master had begun, there had been few women. He would seduce them, or force them, whatever his need demanded. In the end, they had all been terrified. But this woman made him want different things. He already knew she wanted him, though she dared not dream it come true. He wanted her to want him. Needed her to. He raised both his hands, real and mechanical, to her head. His fingertips brushed her scalp, and traveled down the nape of her neck, down her spine. She unconsciously arched at his touch. Uncertain, still daring not hope this was real, she broke the silence. Does my transcript live up to the Empires levels? Her voice did not shake. You are sufficiently accomplished. A pause. I can further your career greatly. What was he saying?! He didnt promise, he threatened. But, Vader thought, it had been so long A door slid shut behind them. He wondered at her reaction to it. For the first time she took stock of her surroundings. They had ended up in a room at the end of the corridor. The only light was an energy conduit on the far wall. And the twinkling stars. She faced him, grasping for his emotion, finding none. Why was she here? How had this happened? Vaders helmeted face raised from her to the window. It is all the Empires. Every one of them. Our force has never been so strong as now. One can only imagine its vastness. She turned to look, distracted by the glittering gems. She raised one knee to the ledge and peered out over it. One small seductive move she made, and Vader took the invitation, even if she did not consciously know thats what it was. He pressed his body to her back, needing RIGHT NOW to feel it against his own. She stiffened in shock, but did not resist. She was quite a bit shorter than he, almost comically so. He slid his hands down the sides of her arms and back up. He felt her heat through his pants on his skin, and where there was no skin, his electronic sensors fired waves of fire back to his spine. He lifted her up, and turned her to face him. She stood higher on the ledge, he knelt against it. Vader looked into her eyes. She was searching his visor for a hint of his own, but finally gave up and shut them and let the feelings flow. Ahhh, she liked his face mask
the fear thrilled
her! She was helpless to him, yet his power was flowing
through her. He stroked her body, all over, savoring this
newfound electricity. She wondered which hand, if either,
were flesh, and how this felt to him. He removed one
glove. The silver array of wires, tubing and metallic
stays reached toward her neck. The cool fingertips slid
over her skin like liquid. She removed one sleeve from
her shoulder, revealing down to her breast. Vader was
stunned. He had evoked this response. He had not forced
it, but it had come. There was another part of him that
throbbed, and it was flesh. He touched her breast, then
palmed it, slightly squeezing to feel its substance. Then
he circled one fingertip over her nipple, watching it
grow taut. Under the mask, his lips grew moist. He
removed the cloth from her other shoulder, and she stood
up, letting it all fall down to her ankles. He grabbed
her before she sat again and pressed her full length to
him. Vaders pleasure doubled when he felt her small
hands reaching under his cloak, around to his back. She
rubbed up and down, then grasped his shirt with passion.
Then her hands went down to his ass, and when she felt
the muscles, hard from kneeling, she arched her groin to
him. And she felt something arch back. The outline of
Vaders cock stretched the leather over it. To
the woman it felt like a lead pipe against her thigh. She
leaned back on the ledge and spread her legs. He
couldnt stop himself now. He removed the other
glove, revealing white skin to a cool breeze summoned
from somewhere deep in the bowels of the station. He
touched her wet lips within the tuft of dampened fur
there, wantonly open for him. She let escape a high, but
soft, wail, and he stroked the area that made her jolt.
She wriggled closer into his hand. He could no longer
stand it. He grasped the leather codpiece and let his
manhood fall out. Vader reached out to her hips, and
pulled her onto him. He thrust slowly inside of her,
savoring this long forgotten sensation. Her body was now
flat on the ledge, and he watched her breasts jolt up and
down as he pumped into her. Her hands reached over her
head to brace her body against the window for his full,
marvelous impact. As he gazed out into the vast velvet
canvas upon which lay countless sparkling gems, which
would, all of them, soon be his, he let out a scream that
was part blissful satisfaction, part dominating success.
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