Warning: Mature Content Ahead. Look out for the labeled section.
Gira lay in her husband's arms, naked, tired and utterly sated. Her cheek rested against his chest, a smile plastered on her face that just wouldn't go away. She felt the deep chuckle rumble from his chest to her. She looked into his cool blue eyes and sighed playfully, "What are you laughing at?"
Malavai chuckled again and replied, "You have the most ridiculous smile on your face."
Gira slapped his chest lazily and said, "It's your fault, Hubby. You put it there. You are very good at making me smile."
Malavai ran a hand down her bare back, going lower and lower until she wriggled as he pinched her shapely rear. "Stop it! Really, Malavai, your obsession with my ass is not befitting an Imperial Officer."
Malavai cocked his head to one side, considering for a moment but then smiled and pinched her again, causing more wriggling and giggling from Gira as he replied, "Perhaps but I'm not a captain right now. I'm a loving husband with a beautiful and irresistible wife. Besides, I do not think that I would call my appreciation for your rear an obsession. Your breasts, however, are a different story."
Gira chuckled and rolled onto her back, leaning back against him and settling in more comfortably. To prove his own point, Malavai gazed through lidded eyes at his wife's ample breasts. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around her husband behind her and cooed, "I'm giving you access, Malavai. Are you going to take advantage or just look at me?"
After another several hours, about zero-eight hundred galactic standard time, they finally emerged from the med bay. Vette saw them and chuckled, shaking her head. "Shut up;" said Gira cheerfully. "Didn't say anything;" called Vette as the Sith Lord headed towards the galley. Malavai was humming quietly and Vette gave him a scared look. "Um... Quinn... are you humming?"
Quinn stopped and realized that he was. With a shrug and a chuckle, he said, "Yes I was, Vette. What can I say? I'm really in a good mood."
Vette lifted a hand and said, "I don't wanna know, I'm just glad to see that you are relaxing. I remember when Gira and I first met you. You were so uptight that I was sure you would have a stroke the first time you heard me call Gira by her first name. Now look how far you've come? You're married to and kriffing a Dark Lord of the Sith. You're smiling and even humming!"
Malavai tried to shoot her a severe look. "That's enough of that, young Twi'lek. Now go along and finish your chores."
In response, Vette stuck her tongue out but then stood and said, "Oh, by the way, Cap, this is a report of a Sith Acolyte trying to assault me on the station. Jaesa was kind enough to put a stop to it but I figured that you and Gira should know."
Malavai frowned and glossed over it. All business, he said, "I'll bring this to Lord Kessar's attention immediately. Thank you, Vette;" and he started towards the galley. At the door he turned around and shot her a mock glare. "Now back to work, young lady;" he said before leaving, narrowly missing being hit by a sofa cushion.
He chuckled smugly to himself but then grew very serious. This was the second time an Acolyte had attempted to assault Vette. It seemed as though the girl was a magnet for trouble. It wasn't surprising. She was attractive and she was an alien. In the Empire, that made her nothing but an object, a toy to play with. The only beings in the Empire who mattered aside from the Sith Lords were humans and pure bloods. Everyone else were considered second class citizens no matter how great an asset they are. Malavai himself did not hold with this belief but he was the exception, not the norm.
In the galley, Gira was humming to herself as she waited for a couple of pre-cooked nerf steaks reheated and some dried veggies to rehydrate. Malavai watched her as she stood there. She was so beautiful to him, wearing a tank top, a light robe, comfortable pants and a pair of light slippers. He chuckled to himself, thinking that it looked so very domesticated - though he would never tell her that. Gira would probably take it as a dig. At worst, she would start wearing those Sith tunics and robes again and Malavai enjoyed how the tight tank tops and the lounging pants made his wife's assets look. His chuckle had alerted Gira to his presents and she turned, smiling happily at him. "You have gotten into the habit of laughing at me, Malavai Quinn. I might have to start punishing you for it."
Quinn chuckled again and said, "I would never mock you, my love. I'm much too frightened of your awesome skill and power. I was just admiring the figure you cut in regular, rather un-Sith clothing. You are breathtaking, my dearest love."
Gira turned a slightly darker shade of red and looked away, huffing slightly. "Now you've gone and made me blush, Hubby."
His smile became mischievous. "Are you going to punish me for that, Wife?"
Gira laughed and said, "No. I think I'll reward you instead for such a remarkable feat."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. Quinn reveled in the contact for several long moments. But his duty as his Lord's captain pressed and he pulled away and said, "We can get back to that in a few minutes, my love. These reports were written by Jaesa and Vette. I think you should take a look."
Gira gave a slightly reproachful look as she took them. "Those two know they don't have to do this. They can just come talk to me."
Quinn fidgeted and said, "I believe we were a little wrapped up in something at the moment when they needed to talk so they did this instead."
Gira chuckled and said, "I think you were wrapped up in me at the time. Anyhow..." and she paused, a cute little frown crossing her face. After several minutes of reading she looked up and there was a cold anger on her face and in her eyes. "I am getting rather tired of people trying to abuse my people. Come, let's go handle this."
Fifteen minutes later, Malavai and Gira strode through the station towards the cantina. They had a holo of the acolyte they had obtained from a security droid that Malavai had sliced. In the cantina, they saw the acolyte in a dark corner, looking like a predator stalking pray and observing a trio of young female Imperial officers, two Humans and a Chiss. They were all fairly attractive. Gira was in no mood to hunt. She marched straight up to the acolyte and said, "Listen carefully, Acolyte. A few hours ago, you tried to rape a young, blue skinned Twi'lek girl. She is my companion. The only reason you are not dead is because I am feeling merciful. If I hear that she has trouble with you or anyone else ever again, they will die painfully. Spread the word, Acolyte - Vette, the blue skinned Twi'lek companion of Gira Kessar, Wrath of the Empire, is off limits. The penalty for disobedient is death."
The acolyte stood and studied her before saying, "I don't care who your companions are, Wrath. You don't intimidate me."
In one single motion, her lightsaber was out, ignited and cutting through the acolyte's neck. In another, it was closed down and clipped to her belt, all before the body hit the ground. With that, she turned and they both left. It was less than an hour later that the comms unit went off and Quinn answered, already knowing what it was about. A tall and powerful looking Zabrak with red and black tattoos stood there. "Go and get your master, Captain;" he said coldly. "No need, Captain Quinn. I'm right here. Who am I addressing?" said Gira as she strode out, still wearing her more comfortable lounging clothing. The Sith Lord glared at Gira and spat out, "You killed my prized apprentice, Wrath of the Empire. Explain yourself!"
Gira shrugged and said, "He tried to rape my friend. When I confronted him, he challenged me and I won, plain and simple."
The Sith Lord snarled. "I do not care about your servants, Wrath. I care about the Sith Order. No slave is worth the life of an acolyte, especially not such a talented acolyte."
Gira glared and coolly said, "He wasn't that talented and this was not a slave. She is my friend and like a sister to me. Let me be clear, Vette, the blue skinned female Twi'lek is off limits. Spread the word, Lord. Death will be the penalty."
The Zabrak roared, "Your commands mean nothing! I am going to find you and kill you and make your friend my sex slave for the remainder of her days, do you understand?"
He opened his mouth to continue only to have his eyes widen. A strangling choking sound came from the comms and Gira said, "I am Gira Kessar, Wrath of the Empire and you are nothing to my power. I should say that you were nothing to my power. You're dead now."
With that, the Sith Lord dropped dead. Gira called out, "Whoever is still there, answer me!"
In came a female human. "What is it, my Lord?"
"Everything that belongs to - whoever that was - now belongs to me. His servants and his apprentices are now mine. Take an inventory and inform the Dark Council. I've a feeling that one of the Dark Lords is going to be angered by the death of one of his underlings."
"Of course, my Lord;" and the comms cut off. After a moment of silence, Quinn asked, "Are you alright, my Love?"
She turned to him and smiled sadly. "I do not enjoy killing members of my Order, Hubby, anymore than I enjoy killing Imperials. It is such a shame but that is the way of the Sith. Anyhow, let's go and eat. I am hungry."
Before she could walk away, Quinn wrapped her tightly in his arms and just held her for several long minutes - until both of their stomachs began to rumble. Malavai let her go and gazed at her. With a grateful smile, Gira whispered, "Thank you, Malavai. Come on. Let's eat."
Jaesa paced back and forth in her quarters, impatiently waiting for Pierce to return from whatever errand that Lord Kessar had sent him on. Vette watched her and sighed, "Jaesa, what is the matter with you? Are you in heat or something?"
Jaesa actually chuckled at that. "Yes, something like that. Tell me something, Vette, I have never seen you get laid. I've never seen or even heard of you having sex since you've been here with Gira. What's the deal? You have guys fawning after you everywhere you go."
Vette blushed, a violet hue touching her cheeks. "If I tell you, you're going to laugh at me."
"No, I won't. Well... I might but I'm going to try not to, I can promise you that."
Vette chuckled and said, "Well... okay. My mother always told me that I should save myself for the man that I love so that's what I'm doing. It's hard some times but the good news is that if you haven't done something, you don't really know what your missing."
Jaesa was silent before walking up to her friend and taking both her hands. "Let me tell you something, Vette, love is a very, VERY rare thing. You hear about it all over and it seems abundant but in our line of work - in the Empire, it's rare. If you wait, you will be looking for a very long time and you may never, ever find it. Just think about it before you decide on that."
Vette's eyes widened and she studied her older friend before whispering, "What happened, Jaesa? Why are you talking like that?"
Jaesa looked away, her mind going back to many wonderful, yet painful memories. Memories of Dantooine when she was a Jedi Initiate with Alias Ordo and her beloved Nedeser Thul. Fast forward to when Gira Kessar had defeated Jaesa's former Master Noman Karr and given her this vision of being a Sith Lord - one that would be instrumental in changing the Empire and the Order of the Sith. The feelings of freedom had been absolutely euphoric. She had thrown herself into the life, training hard of course but also giving in to her passions. Every port, she would get drunk and find someone to sleep with. At one point, she had even gone back to a some smuggler or pirate ship, she could never remember which one it was. Anyhow, the man had taken off, forgetting that she was aboard and turned right back around when he found out that she was. He wasn't bad looking sober and in the light of day. He had longish hair and a tatoo on his cheek. What was his name? Skalak? Skavar? Something like that. "Jaesa?"
"It's simple, Vette; love is for the fortunate or the foolish. It would be best to have fun and give into your pleasure while you can."
The door to the boarding ramp opened and Jaesa bee lined for the door, flinging herself at Pierce and laying a dozen burning kisses on him. "I've been waiting for you. What took you so long?" she cooed to him. Pierce chuckled and said, "I was on an errand for Lord Kessar. Give me five minutes to report to her and then I'm all yours."
V2 was washing up the dishes while Gira sat on Quinn's lap and they made out at the table. Pierce cleared his throat and said, "It was a successful mission, my Lord. Our contacts with the local Revanite sect are still fully supporting us - for the moment."
"That's good, Pierce. You may go about your business. I know that Jaesa is waiting for you."
Her suspicion was proved when a small hand appeared and yanked him in the directions of the crew quarters.
Warning: Mature Content Ahead
Jaesa had Pierce in a seering kiss as they staggered into her quarters. The only beings who got private quarters were Gira and Jaesa do to their status as Sith. "Take this ridiculous armor off, Pierce. No one is trying to kill you on this ship."
"Sometimes you make me wonder about that, Jaesa;" he chuckled as he went for the buckles of his armor. Jaesa was already down to her undergarments, which was a set of black, lacy lingere that hid next to nothing and was about to be destroyed anyway. She crossed her arms and tapped her bare foot impatiently. When the last piece of plating came off, she attacked the zipper of his under armor body suit and ripped it down, revealing an expanse of hairy, muscular chest. Pierce had just a little extra fat but Jaesa didn't care. He had everything he needed where it counted. "You look ravishing, Jaesa;" he rumbled. "Then ravish me!" she commanded and he swept her into his arms, flung her on the bed and obeyed. He ripped the scant garments off and lavished her body with open mouthed kisses and love bites. Jaesa moaned erotically and simply enjoyed his ministrations. His skill came from decades of experience. When he reached her generous and mauled them tenderly, she screamed with pleasure. The throaty chuckled from Pierce was followed by him biting down lightly on a taught nipple before kissing and sucking on it. Jaesa screamed again and said, "More, Pierce! I want more! Suck my tits more!"
He did, lavishing them with firm bites and sucking on them. One of his large hands slipped down her flat stomach, sticking a finger in her naval and corkscrewing it. Jaesa gasped and her hips bucked. "No don't! You know I'm ticklish!"
Pierce chuckled wickedly and did it again. "Pierce!" she shrieked but didn't protest or swat at his hands so he kept going. Rather than giggle or fight it, Jaesa began to moan when he did it. After one last suck on her nipples, Pierce slid down her body, driving his tongue into her naval, eliciting more moans. "Dammit, Pierce! I need you inside me!"
"Okay;" he growled and pressed to large fingers between her folds. "Hey! That's not what I... OOHHH!" and she bucked hard as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her. Quickly, Jaesa went from protesting to begging. "Don't stop! Don't you dare stop, Pierce!"
He didn't, working her to the very point of climax before pulling out. Jaesa cried in frustration. He had left her hanging on the very brink. Seeing that he was moving between her legs, she quickly spread them and used the force to yank him deep inside her, moaning with pleasure. "Kriff me, Pierce! Kriff me like my life depended on it!"
Pierce thrust three times and it flung her hard over the edge of oblivion. That didn't stop him though. This is how Jaesa liked it. She loved being kriffed into sensory overload and being slammed hard while trying to come down from a climax only intensified it. She couldn't even speak, couldn't even breath as he gripped her hips and slammed into her again and again. When his own climax came, they both groaned together and Jaesa gasped, finally remembering how to breathe. She eyed him and said, "Rest up, Baby. I want more."
"Of course," he growled and lay back, enjoying the bliss. but Jaesa was impatient. Slowly, she dragged herself over his body, making sure that her ample breasts and core brushed against his body and she began to kiss and lick and nip his body, one hand teasing his manhood. Pierce's eyes popped open and he said, "Damn, Jaesa! You are even more veracious than normal. Is everything alright?"
"It is - or will be once you start kriffing me again. I need this big, thick member in between my legs again. I need the friction, Pierce. I need your mouth all over my body again. I need you to do that thing where to corkscrew in my naval again. I never thought I'd enjoy that so much. It's just on the edge of tickling, right before I want to start laughing but all the tingling drives me utterly crazy. Damn it, hurry up, Pierce!"
Unwilling to wait, Jaesa shimmied backwards and give his partially hardened manhood a long, slow lick before beginning to suck on it veraciously. Pierce's beady eyes went wide and he groaned, "By the dark lords, Jaesa!"
When he was good and hard and well lubricated, Jaesa impaled herself on him and leaned forward so that her breasts were in his face. At a tremendous pace, she bounced on his manhood while his mouth began to lavish her nipples with attention. One hand snaked between them and teased her naval again, making her shriek with pleasure over and over again. "Pierce! Oh stars, PIERCE!"
Pierce felt the air began to charge with electricity around them and began to feel anxious. Was she about to lose it while riding him like a ronto? Moments later, she screamed with release but that didn't stop her. Pierce, deciding to take control of the situation, rolled and picked her, pinning her against the wall and pounded away at her. Force lightning began to flicker from her fingers and Pierce felt fear begin to fill him but he didn't dare stop. Again, she came hard and kicked him off before turning and putting her hands against the wall. "More!" she demanded.
Pierce entered her from behind and thrust into her again and again. Since her hands were far away from him now, or at least not pointed at him, Pierce felt his own climax approaching but was determined to make her cum one more time. They both climaxed at almost the same time and lightning flashed all over her body, shooting Pierce back with the force of it, though it didn't do any damage and actually stimulated him to a surprising degree. Without Pierce's support, Jaesa crumpled to her knees, mewling in pleasure and glancing over at Pierce, who lay on the floor gasping and staring blankly at the ceiling. "Are you okay?" she asked. Pierce gave a gasping laugh and said, "You should do that every time, Darlin'. That was incredible."
Jaesa crawled over to him and stroked his sweaty chest. "It wasn't even on purpose but I'm glad you enjoyed it. No one can satisfy me like you can, Dear."
Suddenly, the door flew open and there stood Lord Kessar, a lightsaber in her hand. Seeing the scene in front of her, she burst out laughing and walked away. Quinn looked mildly disgusted as he holstered his blaster pistol and followed her. Jaesa was blushing and said, "Well get ready, Dear; we're not going to live this down any time soon."
Pierce was still high from his climax and he chuckled, "I'll worry about it later. Right now, I'm just going to enjoy this."
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Gira was training in the main area, practicing her lightsaber forms with a single weapon and with her twin blades. Quinn watched in rapture as she moved gracefully and fluidly, committing to memory how her raven hair, which was breaking free from the utilitarian tail, swished back and forth. He memorized how her muscles, all well defined and lean, tensed and relaxed. Quinn memorized how her breasts bounced and jiggled with every move, knowing that they wouldn't do so in her combat armor and he watched how her well shaped ass looked in the very tight work out pants she wore. For three hours, she worked on her technique and her mastery and the entire time, Quinn watched her. When it was over, she turned to him, her red skin glistened, her hair shined and her eyes were bright. "You are very distracting when you stare at me like that, Malavai."
"Well then consider me a training aid, Darling;" he quipped back dryly, causing her to laugh. He was going to embrace her when she lifted her hands and said in self conscious protest. "No, Malavai; I must smell like hell and look like a Kaas swamp serpent."
"You look ravishing and I don't really care how you smell, wife."
Before he could embrace her, the holocoms unit went off. Using the force, Gira activated it. Naina Guntair, Champion of the Great Hunt was there and Gira smiled with pleasure. It didn't last long, however. "Please tell me you weren't involved with this, Gira."
Gira was stunned at the hurt and anger in the Mandalorian champion's voice. "What the hell are you talking about, Naina?"
"My husband, Gira. Nox has just kidnapped my husband and threatened to kill him if I didn't agree to help you hunt the Jedi."
Gira's mouth dropped open in shock. At first, she was utterly nonplused that Darth Nox would do this to a friend. After several moments though, it wasn't that far fetched. Nox was a woman and Dark Lord who did what she had to in order to get what she wanted, even when dealing with those she considered friends. "I was not involved, Naina, and I assure you that I will most definitely talk to Darth Nox about this. I do not condone kidnapping our friends simply because they disagree with us."
"But do you condemn it, Gira?"
"Yes;" she said firmly, "if I have to, I'll will bring this up to the Dark Council and condemn it even before them."
Naina's face softened just slightly, so that anxiety was the only emotion that showed. She almost looked vulnerable now. With a sigh and rubbing her temples to stave off a growing headache, Gira said, "But the truth is that we could really use your help and would pay you most handsomely if you helped us, Naina. If these Jedi were to fall, the Jedi Order and the Republic would follow quickly."
"If I refuse? Will you deny me help in rescuing my Torian?"
Gira gasped. "Of course not! By the Dark Lords, Naina! Whether you assist us or not, I consider Nox's actions extreme and terrible."
Naina nodded. "Good. I'm glad that there is some honor among the Sith. Do you know where she is right now?"
Gira shook her head. "No, but I will find out immediately. I must go and investigate this, Naina. I shall communicate with again shortly."
Updated 12.13.2017