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Title: Dark Angel: Dangerous Games

Author: Ivy Liege

Rating: R (NC-17 Overall)

Characters: Vader, Palpatine, Xizor, Jixton, Lylla (OC)

Disclaimer: Don't own it, Lucas does, don't make money off it, don't
sue me.

NOTE: Part II of III. Yes, it looks like it will be 3-parter, but
fear not-- it's coming soon!

The enormous halogen drones that had lit the night skies had been extinguished, blanketing Imperial City once again in night, signaling the end of all Coronation Day festivities. Out of the dark, a black speeder tank and its bike escort pulled silently into the port of the top floor of Lylla�s luxury complex. Two Black Hole troopers climbed out of the midsection, flanking each side of the door as Lord Vader rose from his seat and stepped out. �Form a perimeter around the port.�

�Yes, my Lord,� said the commander. He signaled two troops on speeder bikes to hover above the port, and another two to guard the other side of the building as Vader walked to the large glassine doors.

He waved his hand across the doors, using the Force to unlock the codes. Just as he stepped into the unlit living area, Lylla�s servant girl, Palissa, was coming from the galley with a steaming cup and saucer in her hand. She was about to cross to the set of stairs leading to her mistress� bedroom when she saw the towering Dark Lord standing in the doors. She inhaled to scream, but fell silent when Vader passed his hand again. The cup and saucer tipped out of her hand as she crumpled onto the divan behind her, asleep.

He moved through the dark and ascended the stairs. A small antechamber led him to an arched doorway. He stood in the entrance, perusing Lylla�s bedchamber.

It was enormous, with a platform that circumvented the entire room with her huge bed sunk into the basin. With thick rugs and stuffed pillows covering the floor and exotic tapestries adorning the walls, the room was sumptuous, sensual, and inviting. The glow of the city-planet outside sifted softly through glassine doors that led to the balcony. He looked to his left. Lylla�s ball gown lay in a satin pool on the fur rug, her high heels and undergarments tossed on top of it, and her jewelry thrown across the vanity. He turned his attention to the bed.

Lylla lay on her side, her back to him. A satin sheet draped over her hip, leaving the rest of her nude. With the slender line of her body carved by the filtered light, he noted the dip in her waist before it rounded into the curve of her hip, the dimples set in the small of her back, and her long legs entwined in the black silk sheets. Her black and scarlet mane had been cut for the night into loose curls around her neck. He took another step closer, and listened to her breathing. �You�re awake,� he murmured.

She didn�t move. �Yes.�

�You were expecting me?�

Her voice was small and tired. �I don�t know what to expect anymore.�

He moved to the two steps that led to her bed and stepped down. Bending slightly, he took her wrist and lifted her arm. Finger-shaped bruises marred her ivory skin. �I�ve hurt you.�

�I�ve had worse.� She drew her arm away and turned into the pillow.

Vader clasped his hands behind his back as he moved away from the bed to the windows. He planted himself there and looked out the doors before he spoke again. �In three days, I will be leaving on a mission to seek out the Rebel�s fleet,� he stated. �The final modifications are being made on my flagship, the Executor. Those modifications include the completion of your quarters.� He waited for a response, and received none. He continued. �I have made arrangements for you to accompany me. You will find your quarters to be much larger than this, and you may arrange for any ornamentation you wish.� He turned over his shoulder. �Is this satisfactory to you?�

She chuckled sadly. �Do I have a choice?�

A pause. �Yes.� She peered over her shoulder at him. �You may remain here, on Coruscant, in your current position, with no fear of repercussion. However, before you make any decision, I strongly advise you consider the consequences if you stay here.�

�I thought you just said there would be no repercussions��

�Not from me,� he said. �But there are several factors you must take into account. First of all, your face has been broadcast to the galaxy, therefore everyone now knows who you are. You will have no privacy. You will have reporters following you everywhere or posting themselves outside your door. I can�t execute every reporter in the galaxy, no matter how appealing the idea. And since I will be gone for over a year�� He felt her tense, �you may find your residency here less than favorable. Secondly, there is Xizor.�

Lylla lifted herself onto her elbow. �What about Xizor?�

�You have insulted and humiliated him, actions he does not take lightly. I can furnish you an armed escort, but even under guard I fear you will prove a far less elusive target than I have been to him.�

She stiffened �Will he kill me?�

�Not likely. Too easy, and not very satisfying. Xizor�s enemies merely disappear. Many of them are sold to the Kessel spice mines or the Corporate Sector as slaves.� Pause. �Black Sun�s influence spans across the galaxy, and Xizor has almost as many agents as I have. You must understand that, despite my position and resources, there is the distinct possibility that I would never find you again. And then there is the Emperor��

�I get it.� Again, a hollow chuckle. �Then it seems I really don�t have a choice, do I?�

Vader turned away from the window and stepped down to the foot of her bed, where he adjusted his cape and sat down. The labored breathing of his mask only seemed to make the moment between them that much heavier. �I know you are not�her,� he finally said, quietly. �You are something�very different.�

�Yes, I know. Padme was your queen. I�m your property.�

�Lylla,� he sighed with a hint of exasperation, �you must understand what is at stake here. What I said back at the palace was true�everything you do, everything you say, even your beliefs are all a reflection of me. It would only take one error in judgment on your part to undermine my status. It is vital that, in public life, you conduct yourself in a manner conducive to your new position.�

�So the way you choose to make your point is to trick and humiliate me?�

�It was necessary. I had to know that you could manage the intricacies of court life without constant guidance from me��

�You mean you had to know if I could stay faithful.�

�Yes,� he snapped before regaining his composure. �But I can assure you, I did not orchestrate any of this. I merely took advantage of a situation.�

Lylla frowned. �What do you mean?�

�This was the Emperor�s doing, not mine,� he told her. �He incorporated Xizor into his plan, for which I�m sure he more than eagerly complied.� He turned his mask to face her. �I warned you the Emperor would use you against me. It was his intention to show you unworthy of my favor, to humiliate me and expose you as a common whore. I�we proved him wrong.�

She smiled a bit, but then her face clouded. �He�ll retaliate, won�t he?�

�Undoubtedly, which is another reason I want you to come on this mission. You will be safe with me.�

Safe with me. Words never spoken to her before, they caused her stomach to flutter. But Lylla wasn�t about to give in yet. �And what am I to do for the next year on your ship? Take up needlepoint while I wait for you to call me to your bed?�

�Hardly. You will be the Chief Inquisitor of the Executor.�

Her brows went up in surprise, but she remained cool. �I see.�

�And my personal linguist.�

�Linguist?� she asked. �You know more languages than I do.�

�And I will have no time to master any others. That will be your responsibility. I have also decided to grant you the title of Baroness.�

That did it. Her indifference disintegrated as she sprang upright in her bed. �What!?�

�It is an honorary title in the aristocratic elite, and holds no real power within the hierarchy,� Vader stated in an even tone. �However, seeing as you are now��

�Why do you want to make me a Baroness?� Lylla asked, her tone sharp as a blade.

Vader raised a brow under his mask. �This is not agreeable to you? I don�t give out titles everyday.�

�You didn�t answer my question. Why do you want to make me a Baroness?�

�It is only fitting that my mistress be titled,� he replied.

�No!� she snapped. �That is not the reason.� She flung the covers aside and bounded off the bed, falling on her knees before him. She clenched her slender hands in frustration, and her white eyes pierced into the lenses of his mask. �First you threaten to kill me, then you threaten to send me back into slavery, and now you want to make me a Baroness! I don�t know where I stand with you from one minute to the next! Why do you want to make me your Chief Inquisitor? Why do you want me as your personal translator?� She grit her teeth. �Why do you want me on your ship at all, Vader? And do not say it�s for my protection. Tell me the reason! The REAL reason.� Her voice cracked into a forced whisper. �Please. I need to hear you say it.�

She obviously couldn�t see his face, but when his body tensed and he turned his mask away, Lylla knew at that moment she had just asked him for the impossible. He abruptly rose and stalked away from her, planting himself in front of the balcony doors with his back to her. Lylla sat back on her feet, and her shoulders slumped. Tears formed in her eyes, but she would not let them drop. Even as hopelessness knotted her gut, she felt strangely numb. A small, defeated smile tugged her lip. She would have power and privilege, she would never want for anything. And she would have his lust, his desire, and her place in his bed. She would just never have�well, did she truly believe that a whore such as herself would ever be entitled to such a thing�

�You have asked me for only two things since I met you,� he suddenly said, jolting Lylla from her thoughts. �What were they?�

Lylla blinked. �What?�

�What were they?� he repeated.

�My dress for this evening.�

�And?�

�And�what I just asked you now.�

�Did you ask me for any of this?�

She frowned. �I don�t understand.�

Vader glanced around him. �These apartments, your position, your servant, your new title. When you came to me on the Death Star, did you expect compensation for your�services?�

�No,� she answered, then sighed. �Well, yes. I�I was hoping for a little money.� She swallowed her shame down hard. �So I could buy my freedom.�

�You didn�t even ask me for your release. You intended to earn it yourself.� He paused. �You have these things because I wanted you to have them, Lylla. So I will not have you thinking of yourself as my whore any longer. You did what you had to in your past to ensure your own survival. If you want to see a true whore, look at Xizor.� He smiled a bit under his mask when Lylla chuckled, but his tone became serious again. �You want to know why I want you to come with me. Very well, I will tell you.� The words came softly, and with some difficulty. �I want you to come with me because�If I ever lost you, the fury I would unleash upon this galaxy would incinerate every living thing into ash.� He finally turned to face her. �I swore to the Dark Side all those years ago, as I lay there on that soot of Mustafar and witnessed my own flesh peel from my body, that if I survived it, I would NEVER lose anyone again. And I never will.�

With her white eyes huge and her lips agape with astonishment, Lylla suddenly jumped to her feet and rushed to fall at his, throwing her arms around his legs and burying her face into his leather-clad thigh. Vader reached down and softly touched her hair before moving his hand to her arm, gently aiding her to her feet. He cradled her face as he brushed her tears away. �You have given me a reason to go on with my plans, Lylla. And when I bring them to fruition, your place will be at my side.�

She opened her eyes. �What plans?� she asked breathlessly.

Subtle amusement laced his tone. �Do you really expect me to believe that what you said to Xizor was a complete fabrication?� He chuckled as he watched her expression change. �I was there when you said it, Lylla�and your ambition blazed around you like a solar flare.� He tipped her chin up with his fingertip. �Why do I want to make you a Baroness? Because that title will bring you just that much closer to your deepest desire.�

She looked at him quizzically, unsure what he meant, until understanding slowly illuminated her white eyes. �You mean that?�

�I do.�

Even through the tears, Lylla�s ambition reared its head like a krayt dragon, and that hungry smile that always inflamed his loins spread across her sharp features. �When?�

�Patience,� he soothed. �When the time is right.� He returned her gaze for a moment before his eyes drifted down her body. Although she was undeniably ravishing at the ball, the way she was now, nude and fresh before him, made his groin tighten. He reached for her face and ran his thumb over her lips, then let his hand slowly travel down her shoulder toward her breast. She moaned when he squeezed his hand around the firm circle of flesh. �Now I have something to ask you.�

She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. �Anything, my dearest Lord.�

�Did you want Xizor?�

A flash of panic coursed through her as she pulled back. �I thought we already discussed this��

�I�m not angry, Lylla.� He ran his hands over her shoulders. �Just �envious.�

�Nothing happened, Vader, I swear��

�That�s not what I meant.� He looked at his gloved prosthetic hand. �I�m envious because�I�ll never know the feel of your skin under my touch. And Xizor does.� Lylla tried to turn away, but Vader caught her chin and gently turned her back. �Do you miss having a whole man, Lylla?�

�No.�

�Don�t lie.�

She met his eyes. �No,� she repeated, firmly and truthfully. �Yes, Xizor is handsome, I�ll grant him that. And a very smooth operator. But it was a trick. It wasn�t real.�

�Still, the feel of his smooth hands on your flesh,� he palmed her breast again, �a warm body pressed against you. You must have found it� pleasurable.� Lylla opened her mouth to deny, but then stopped, averting her gaze to the floor. �I thought as much.�

She lifted her intense white eyes back to his mask. In the filtered light, they almost glowed. �When you held that blade to my throat,� she whispered, �I was ready to die for you.� She grasped his robes and pulled herself closer. �Do you really think it matters?�

Vader lightly smoothed his leather-wrapped fingers up her neck, letting her quiver at his touch, before he fisted a handful of her hair and yanked back. Lylla gasped, but not in pain or fear. Rather, a sensuous smile crossed her lips. His hand slid down her back to clamp the cheek of her buttocks. Gods, how she craved to feel his broad body on top of her, his cock deep inside of her. �Take me to bed, Vader.�

�I can�t.� he said, his voice hoarse with lust and frustration. �I can�t take this armor off here.�

She slid her hand to his groin and slipped a finger between the fasteners of his codpiece. �Not even this?� she purred.

He considered the question. �We�ve never tried.�

Her smile grew even wider. She sank to her knees and undid his codpiece, never taking her eyes from his. Peeling it away, she nuzzled against his growing erection, reveling in the scent of leather and manliness. She teased the underside of his cock with her tongue before capturing the head with her lips. Curling her hands around the hard shaft, she moved them up and down in a primal rhythm in perfect sync with her practiced mouth, taking him deeper in her throat with every suck.

The growl that came through his vocoder was that of a roused lion. He attempted to crane his head back to thoroughly enjoy the sensation, but his helm and gorget limited his movement. He threaded his fingers into her hair, but found the gesture clumsy through his leather gloves. It was then the image of Xizor dancing with her in garden emerged in his mind. The way he ran his damned perfect hands over his woman�s shoulders and back, the way he held her in his smooth arms, the way he moved his body, free of scars and agony and limits, and how he completely took all of it for granted�

Vader grabbed Lylla�s arms and jerked her up and against him. She winced as the hard controls of his breastplate dug into her breasts. He spun her around and pinned her to the heavy glassine door. Clamping his hands around her thighs, he lifted her off the floor, forced her long legs around his waist, and impaled her with one thrust.

The gasp she sucked in was hard and pained. Vader crushed her even harder against the door. Effortlessly holding her by her firm ass, he moved her up and down on his swollen shaft. She fought to breathe between cries and grunts; He was so huge and so hard inside of her, she feared he would split her in two as he slammed her against the glassine. His breather roared like thunder in her ear. Her Lord had always been an aggressive, passionate lover, but he had never taken her so brutally, so possessively before. His ferocity frightened her a little, but aroused her even more. She then realized that anyone speeding by could look and see Darth Vader, in full cloak and armor, fucking his naked mistress against the window. His guards may even be watching. The very idea made her wetter.

�You are MINE, Lylla,� he hissed into her ear. �Your name will be feared throughout this galaxy, as is mine. But NEVER forget who your TRUE master is.�

�Never,� she moaned. She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even deeper into her, and bucking wildly. �I swear it, my Lord!�

He slipped a hand from her buttocks to grab the back of her neck. �Who do you belong to?�

�You,� she whimpered.

He thrusted. �Again.�

�You.�

Thrust. �SAY IT.�

�You, my lord, I belong to YOU!�

�Show me!� He savagely pistoned into her. �Come for me. NOW.�

His cock battered the delicate ridge of ecstasy buried deep within her. She flung her head against the glass and arched her back, submitting to his fervent drives, her groans escalating into howling cries. She felt the power surge from her core, pulsing through her entire frame, her sex stretched so wide by his impossible girth � until the explosion tore through her and she erupted into a scream so primal and brutal that it shook the glassine doors. Juices burst from her sex, drenching her thighs and soaking the Vader�s leather-clad legs.

A depraved smile twisted Vader�s lips under his mask. He had no intention of yielding�he kept her there, pounding into her, trapping her in her violent orgasm and demanding more. But that smile soon faded as he realized that the armor could not provide him the same stamina as his hyperbaric chamber. His breather could not pump enough oxygen into his lungs to relieve the exertion he forced upon himself. He felt trapped, and was beginning to tire.

Deep-seeded disgust proved almost too much for him to bear. To hell with this blasted armor, this maddening weakness! He couldn�t even savor the feel of a woman underneath his hands, or taste her sweetness, or even smell her scent! What was the point of possessing her if he couldn�t EXPERIENCE her!

Suddenly, an idea broke through his frustration. He slowed his frantic rhythm, allowing himself and Lylla a desperate rest. He rolled the thought through his mind: It was only something he�d done with prisoners to extract information during torture, his last subject that insufferable Princess of Alderaan. And it was what his Master had used on him for his punishment after the Death Star�s destruction. He had never tried it on a willing participant, and certainly never for the sake of pleasure�He regarded his bewitching mistress, felt her quivering around his shaft and whimpering, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her pale skin. �Lylla,� he rasped, �do you trust me?�

She whispered through labored breaths, �Yes, of course I do.�

Still holding her against the window with his weight, he ran a finger through her cropped locks before he gently cupped her head and murmured, �This will hurt.�

A blade of blackness stabbed into Lylla�s brain, and her screams pealed off the vaulted ceiling. She struggled, but Vader held her firm. �Don�t fight me, Lylla,� he instructed, his voice strained. �Open yourself to me, like all the times before. It will be over soon.�

She forced air into her lungs while trapping her screams into her throat. The blackness snaked through her mind, wrapping around her senses and through her intellect. But just as the pain threatened to shred her mind apart, it disappeared completely, replaced by nothing less than utter bliss. The darkness coiled and twined down her spine until they emerged from her like two black wings that lifted her out of her body. Lylla gasped as she was flung from reality, careening into a forever night. A sound filled her head, so sweet and sensual that she feared she would go mad from its beauty. She opened her eyes, and they were there, the shadowy ones, the dark angels who always seemed to be there for her, calling her with their hymn, their slim arms beckoning her, to wrap her into their wings and stay with her, forever�

She felt a hand grasp hers. A voice penetrated their siren song, a voice young, and yet familiar. �No, Lylla,� the voice said, �You will not heed the Sithalim�s call this night.� The young voice dropped into a growl. �Tonight, you are mine.�

Again, she felt herself held against a wall. Muscled arms holding her, his hardness still filling her�but a new scent filled her head. Deep, warm, of desert wind. A body, lean and strong, pressed into her. Her lips were taken by a kiss that began almost chastely, but then deepened with raw desire. As she ran her hands over his shoulders and back, she suddenly realized that the suppleness beneath her palms and between her thighs was not leather, but flesh.

The kiss was reluctantly broken, and her lover pulled back to stare into her eyes. Wherever they were, the light was dim, and she could not focus at first. But, gradually, the faint light painted the curves and color of human skin, and she gasped as she gazed into the face of a young warrior god. Eyes the color of a desert sky bore into hers from under a strong brooding brow. His hair, the hue of a sand dune in the sun, subtly framed a face both chiseled and vulnerable.

�Vader?� she whispered.

His full lips were moistly parted, and his breath, sweet and fresh, tingled across her lips. �Yes.�

�This�� She slid her fingers down his throat, her eyes wide and blazing, �this is you?�

�Was me,� he answered. �Once.�

�How�how are you doing this?�

�The power of the Dark Side of the Force in infinite, Lylla,� he murmured. �The pain you felt was the bonding of our minds. Although you are Force-blind, I can now feel you wherever we may be, and you may partake in some of the aspects of the Dark Side with me.� With a lion�s strength, he slowly lowered to his knees, still sheathed deep inside of her. The wall had vanished like mist, and he laid them down on a raven-colored bed of breath.

He took her shoulders and gently pushed her up. �Let me look at you.�

Lylla sat up, and moaned at the sensation. When she opened her eyes, she shuddered at the sight of him. So young and smooth, his skin kissed by the rays of twin stars. His body was slender, but hard and hewn from years of relentless training. She gazed downward, following the inverted lines of sleek muscle that ran from his abdomen to his slim hips.

He lifted his hands to his face. Flesh, yes, all of it, as it had been all those years ago. Slowly, he clenched and relaxed his fist, wearing an expression of unabashed ecstasy. �I remember now,� he whispered. �The strength�the ease�� Vader pulled his gaze from his hands to rake over Lylla straddling him. With his undamaged eyes, he marveled at the sight of her naked body. Her breasts, small yet full, her nipples flushed and hard for his touch. His eyes followed her form, long and pale in the light, until they rested on the clipped scarlet hair of her mound. His awe of her ebbed away, replaced by seething lust, and his lips pulled into a hungry snarl as his cock grew even harder inside of her. In this body, strong and young and surging with power, he would take her in ways impossible for him before, in ways SHE never let him�

And Lylla would only beg him for more.

�Touch yourself,� he commanded. With her eyes half closed and her lips agape in ecstasy, he watched her massage her breasts in little circles, and heard her moan when she pinched her nipples. �Touch your cunt.�

Lylla�s eyes flew open, stunned at his use of such a base vulgarity. But when she saw the blue of his eyes evaporate into the colors of flame and blood, and watched his wicked smile grow even more depraved, she more than happily obliged. She languorously slid a hand down her belly, her palm covering the scarlet triangle there, and slipped a finger into her sex. She began to rub the hard little bud there, and soon her hips undulated in response. Vader groaned as she rode his shaft. �Tell me,� he grunted through deep breaths. �Your little servant girl. Have you had her yet?�

She stopped for a second, and lifted an eyebrow. �What makes you think I like girls?�

He chuckled, a low, dark laugh that was undeniably Vader. �Come now, I can see your memories, Lylla. Would you like me to list the women who have shared your bed? The Twi�lek concubine, and the Correllian wife of one of your owners, not to mention his daughter as well��

She cut him off by flexing her intimate muscles and pulling him even deeper into her. �Fine, you win.� She leaned down to his face. �And no, I haven�t had her yet.� She brushed his lips with hers. �I thought we could share that pleasure together, hmm?�

He slowly pushed her back up, sliding his large hands down to grasp her slim hips and guide her into a sensual rhythm. She threw her head back and loudly moaned, quickening her fingers� tempo while teasing her nipple with her other hand. When her moans turned into staccato whimpers, he knew she was close.

Oh no. Not quite yet.

Suddenly, he heaved up and flipped her hard on her back. She elicited a tiny cry of surprise. Easily encircling both her wrists in his large hand and holding them over her head, he threaded his fingers with the other through her hair. He watched her squeeze her eyes shut and tremble at his touch. His hand moved down her cheek and her long throat until it reached her round, firm breast. �Force,� he moaned, his hand enveloping the soft flesh, �your skin feels�just as I thought it would�like satin under my touch.�

He slid the nipple between his fingers and squeezed, and reveled as she arched and gasped under his hand. He rolled the nub gently at first before capturing it in a pinch. Lylla inhaled sharply, then groaned as he pinched harder. �Hurts?� he asked. �No,� she lied. She cried out when he squeezed even harder. �Now?� She opened her eyes and slowly grinned, meeting his in challenge. Young Vader chuckled. �We shall see then how much you can take.� Between his thumb and forefinger, he clamped her delicate nipple mercilessly, and his grin grew as he watched her squirm until she finally begged him to stop. He replaced his fingers with his mouth, lathing his tongue, hot and wet, over the throbbing bud. Lylla arced up and whimpered as the switch from pain to bliss set her flesh aflame. He suckled it sweetly before moving up to her face.

�The things I will teach you, Lylla,� he whispered. He moved his hand between her breasts, down her body to her sex. �Pleasure and pain, you embrace them both. With my guidance, both will be your weapons.�

He slipped a finger into her slit, then two, then a third, moving them slowly in and out. Lylla tilted her hips up to meet his fingers� thrusts. Her juices slicked his fingers, allowing them deeper. �So greedy,� he hissed through his teeth. Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out. Lylla gasped in protest�until she saw him raise them to his lips. He traced his tongue up his fingers before taking them into his mouth. He pulled them out slowly, savoring the burning honey on his tongue. When he finished, he smiled devilishly, as though baring his fangs. �And so sweet.� The smile faded a bit. �However, I am still angry with you.�

Her smile lessened as well. �You are?�

�Mmmm,� he hummed, tracing the finger coated with her essence over her swollen lips.. �You never told me you were such a gifted actress.�

Her brows knit in confusion until it dawned on her. �Oh. You mean Xizor.�

�Mmmm hmmm.� His smile returned as he slipped the finger into her mouth and heard her moan at the taste of herself. �I�m afraid I will still have to punish you.�

Lylla became a bit nervous, but her anxiety waned as young Vader moved down her body and dipped between her spread thighs, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned in and inhaled deeply the exquisite scent of woman, then slid the tip of his tongue into the groove below her swollen clit. Her body jolted and she let out a guttural moan. His fingers soon followed his tongue, teasing her delicate slit before sliding deep. He suckled the glistening pearl between his teeth and tongue as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out.

He tortured her like this for what seemed to be eternity, bringing her closer and closer to rapture, then pulling away, then starting again. Tears flowed from Lylla�s eyes, and her whole body shook and quivered. But she would not beg the mercy of release. She would take whatever punishment he felt she deserved because she DID belong to him. Not as property, but as an acolyte, a disciple, a kindred soul born of the dark. Lylla had had owners her entire life, but only Darth Vader was the one she could truly call her Master.

She would kill for him.

She would die for him.

Would Padme have done so much?

Padme. The image of that simpering, beatific face filled her mind. Hatred displaced ecstacy, and soured the sweet tension building within her. One day, unbeknownst to her lover, she had located a holopic of her in her personal computer, and stared at it for hours. Stared at the ghost that still haunted him, the specter that had abandoned him, that had stolen his child from him because of her self-righteous piety, her immovable morals, and her complete lack of vision�

�Stop.� It almost sounded like a command.

Vader lifted his head, his yellow-red eyes blazed in anger. But before he could respond, she bolted up and cried, �It should have been me! I should have been the one you loved! I should have carried your child! And he would still be with us, because I would have done anything you asked! I would have crawled on all fours through the fires of Mustafar just to be near you�I would have followed you to the end of time itself!� Without fear or restraint, Lylla flung her arms around his neck and crushed her body against him. �I swear upon my dying breath,� she rasped against his lips, �I WILL make you FORGET her.�

The moment between them was long and tense. Lylla couldn�t read his eyes through their flame, but yielded to his furious passion when Vader grabbed the back of her head and conquered her lips with his. He pinned her against him as his tongue plundered her mouth. She felt his cock grow between her slicked thighs, and whimpered into his mouth, her need for him overwhelming her. But just as quickly as he had kissed her, he broke away and grabbed her shoulders, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. In one motion, he pulled her up onto his lap and sheathed his rigid shaft into her, one hand splayed across her belly, the other around her throat.

With his lips pressed against her ear, his breathing roared like a storm. But Lylla held hers, waiting�waiting for his hand to close, waiting for him to whisper her death sentence, for anything�

The hand clenched on her throat relaxed, and broke away to languidly slide down to her breasts. The other traveled to her sex. He took her clit within two fingers and slowly, lightly stroked it as he began to undulate beneath her, guiding her body to match his sensual rhythm. Lylla sighed in ecstacy mixed with relief. She arched her back and stretched her slender arms back and around his neck, pulling her body taut against him, gasping when his cock filled her even deeper. Although the movement was somewhat awkward, she rested her head into the crook of his neck and sought his lips with hers as his hands roamed freely over her long pale body.

He rocked her back and forth, slowly at first, but quickened his pace when she began to moan. At one point, Vader reached up and took one her hands, guiding it down to her clit, encouraging her to continue his ministrations. He took her hips into his hands and pumped her harder, faster on his hard shaft. Exquisite torture, building with every thrust, tightening like a string on a harp, just seconds from being plucked�

Her body finally surrendered. She wailed to the black skies as the orgasm ripped through her, a storm of wicked bliss churning through her, one eternity after another. The flood that broke from her sex drenched them both.

Once again, Vader had no intention of allowing her any respite. Whatever gentleness he had shown her vanished as he forcefully grabbed her neck and thrust her forward onto her elbows. He raised his other hand and, with a lustful sneer and without restraint, brought his palm down full force on her ass. The CRACK that resounded was only rivaled by the brutal scream that exploded from Lylla�s throat. Agonizing pleasure crashed through her again as tears burst from her eyes.

He fucked her furiously, cruelly. The pleasure that throbbed through this young perfect body, free of pain, the tightness of her, her complete submission to him�made him intoxicated, savage. He dug his fingers into the sweet flesh of her ass, and reveled in her cries for mercy. Bending over her, he wrapped his hand once again around her throat, but this time he squeezed. Lylla gasped and clawed at his hand, but his only response was to fall on her back, pinning her beneath him.

A strangled sob lurched from her throat as she felt the first twinge of orgasm grip his cock inside of her. She was exhausted and could take no more, she fought it, tried to keep it down�but she couldn�t take in enough breath to calm her body. Tears streaked her cheeks, she felt them drip off her face. That tiny sensation alone was enough to push her to the edge. She tried to stop, tried, she couldn�t stop it�

And his hand on her throat snapped open.

The flood of air she sucked into her lungs collided with the maelstrom seizing her body, and it crashed like thunder through every fiber of muscle and bone. It was too much, far too much�she screamed and bucked so hard, she literally lifted both of them off the conjured bed. Her lungs burned and her throat throbbed, but the waves kept coming, coming, again and again.

Vader rose up onto his knees, continuing to hammer into her until the storm overtook him as well. He threw his head back and roared into the night above them, his nails digging into her buttocks. He gasped at the feel of his seed surging through his loins as it spilled into her. His body thrusted once more, then again, until he had nothing more, and collapsed on top of her.

They lay there, sweat-soaked, panting. Vader threaded his fingers through her slick hair and nuzzled her neck. �I think,� he whispered through ragged breaths, �that is enough punishment for one day, don�t you?�

Lylla began to sob, suddenly and violently. Vader slipped an arm around her and rolled onto his back, pulling her close to him. She still quaked all over, unable to stop. �Sssshhhh,� he soothed, combing a finger through a bleak streak in her hair. She coughed and stared into his eyes, silently pleading. He chuckled through a contented sigh, �I would not have you forged in the fires of Mustafar, as I was. I would not have this perfect flesh marred in such a way. But forge you I will, if not through fire, then through pleasure.� He ran a delicate finger down her glistening body. �You have done well, my lovely one.� A lazy smile spread across his sensual lips. �My scarlet dragon.� He leaned in, and delicately licked the tears from her cheeks, savoring the warm salt on his tongue before nuzzling against her neck. �I am sorry to have to discipline you so harshly, my Lylla, but know I only punish you because I�� His words abruptly stopped, and hung in the air.

Lylla�s breath briefly caught in her throat before she dared ask, �Because you what?� She felt the languid smile melt against her throat and, when she turned to face him, his brilliant blue eyes had morphed back into points of blood and fire. His face was dark, brooding, angry, but she had the feeling that his anger wasn�t entirely targeted at her, but at himself.

Without any warning, he gripped her chin in his fingers and growled, �Wake up.�

She was sucked back into the vortex of time and thought, the visions that had blessed her eyes before now nothing more than a frenzied blur. She was slammed back into her body and, when she sucked a harsh gasp into her throat and arched violently forward, she realized that she once against felt smooth cold glass against her back. She heard his breather before she opened her eyes and saw the cold, impervious mask once again. It took a moment before she felt the cramps in her inner thighs. Her legs were still wrapped around him. He still had her pinned to the door. They hadn�t moved an inch.

They said nothing. Eventually, Vader lifted her slightly and slid out of her sex. Before her feet touched the floor, he had slid an arm under her knees and was carrying her to her bed. He set a knee into the mattress and laid her down, pulling the black silk sheet over her. With a light caress of her face, he murmured, �I must go.�

�You�re leaving me alone?� she asked worriedly.

�I will leave two of my guards here.�

�What about Xizor?�

�Don�t worry about the Falleen,� he assured her, tucking a strand of hair away from her eyes. �He has already been dealt with.�

She smiled slightly and nodded, but then her white eyes dimmed. �You�ll never say it, will you?�

�What is that?�

Pause. �You�ll never tell me that you love me.�

He lingered there for a moment before rising. He adjusted himself back into his codpiece and, silently, turned and walked out of the room.

Lylla lay there and stared at the tapestry-laden ceiling as she heard the ignition of the tank engines outside, and listened to the roar gradually diminish into the Coruscant night. She let a few more moments pass before she slid back out of bed and walked to the full length mirror in the corner. She looked at her herself, noting that her hair had once again grown, framing her head like a cobra�s hood. And her eyes had changed as well�there was no possible way they could have blanched any whiter, but her pupils had changed from round to slits of black. Like a reptile�s.

Like a dragon�s.

His scarlet dragon, that was what he had called her. And as she stared at her reflection, she felt the last remains of Lylla, the pleasure slave with no purpose, burn into dust. She was now the Baroness Sa�thraxxx, the Scarlet Dragon. She was, in fact, no longer fully human.

She reached for and donned the black gossamer robe that hung from the mirror�s edge. It was mostly transparent and did little to cover her nakedness, but she wanted to feel its coolness against her skin. She went to the balcony doors, slid them open, and stepped onto the balcony. In the far distance, in her direct view, stood Imperial City, Palpatine�s palace, and she snared it in her sights.

�I know you�re there,� she murmured. �I know you�re watching me.� She hummed a chuckle. �We have two things in common, you and I. We are both in love with him. And we�re both scared shitless of each other.� She leaned onto the rail. �But your hold is slipping, old man. His destiny is at hand�and so is mine.� Her serpentine grin grew wider. �And I am going to enjoy watching him finally kill you.�

And across the chasm of the city, Palpatine stood in front of the massive window of his throne room, his gnarled hands set upon his gnarled walking stick. He glared at the tiny balcony in the distance, just making out her lithe form in the emerging light of the city�s dawn. He chuckled. �Then let the games begin, my sweet.�
Vader floated nude in the tank, allowing himself to enjoy the weightlessness and trying to ignore the feeding tubes embedded in his flesh and the free breather shoved up his nose. His Two-One-Bee unit adjusted the tank�s controls. �Your oxygen levels are dangerously low, my Lord,� it informed him, �as well as your electrolytes. If you are to continue such a strenuous physical relationship with Mistress Sa�thraxxx��

�Baroness Sa�thraxxx.�

�Baroness Sa�thraxxx,� it repeated, �you will have to have adjustments made to your pacemaker and breather capacity.�

�Then do it,� Vader said.

�Now, my Lord?�

�No,� he replied, a tad wearily. �Tomorrow. I need rest.�

�Agreed, my Lord.�

He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy breathing on his own, if with difficulty. He thought of his young undamaged body and the sensations of having, for the first time, experienced Lylla to her fullest, every scent, every taste, every sound�but her words still echoed through his mind, bringing about a feeling he hadn�t allowed for many years�

I swear upon my dying breath, I WILL make you FORGET her.

�No, Lylla,� he sighed, �you won�t.�

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The human male�s sympathetic smile, though genuine, did nothing to cover the terror in his eyes. �And so, Ingor Riann, farewell. You will be sorely missed here at the Society channel.� He glanced at his lovely green-skinned Twi�leki co-anchor, who simpered and sighed in response before going on the next story.

�Well, we have finally approached our lead story, highlights from the Coronation Ball! Isn�t that right, Brick?�

�That�s right, Channa! And what a ball it was! The lights, the music, the gowns and the jewels! But it seems the REAL story wasn�t broadcast live, now was it, Channa?�

�Oh no, Brick, it sure wasn�t. But thanks to an anonymous source, we have footage of that story right now!� She turned to the second camera, and in the corner of the holoscreen, Lylla�s picture emerged. �Well, the rumors have been proven true, and the galaxy had the pleasure and privilege to feast their eyes on Lord Vader�s new consort.�

�And what a lovely companion she is, right Channa?�

�That she is, Brick! But it seems that the now BARONESS Sa�thraxxx has more to offer the Dark Lord than just beauty! Take a look at this clip provided by our anonymous source.� The picture changed on the screen, as the Twi�leki continued. �There she is on the right. Although that is a beautiful garden, it seems the Baroness is the loveliest flower of all, right Brick?�

�That�s right Channa! But who is that with her?�

�Brick, that is none other than the Duke of Decadence himself, Prince Xizor! And from what we see here, he�s up to his old tricks again!�

�Indeed, Channa! But wait�it seems our newest lady of the hour isn�t exactly falling for his charm, is she?�

�You can say that again, Brick! Because�oh, wait, here it comes�OHHH!�

�OHHH! Channa, did she just slap his face?�

�That she did, Brick! Let�s watch that again.�

SLAP!

�Ooo, ouch! Channa, I just gotta see that one more time!�

SLAP!

�It seems your not the only one, Brick�our board is on fire with requests to see that again��

SLAP!

SLAP!

Slap�

Prince Xizor sat stiff and upright in his overstuffed divan in his skyhook, surrounded by his bevy of beauties, and watched the footage repeated over and over. Although he remained cool and composed on the outside, his women scattered in all directions when the glass in his hand shattered from the force of his enraged grip.

And across the city, the anonymous source himself, Wrenga Jixton, sat on his own couch in front of the holoscreen, a bowl of hot pop-kernels in his lap. With his feet propped up and ankles crossed on his caf table, he was admiring the tiny camera that he had had installed in his custom-made comlink before turning attention back to the screen.

�Ooo, ouch! Channa, I just gotta see that one more time!�

SLAP!

And with a grin that threatened to pull out all the muscles in his entire face, Jix tossed a piece of pop-kernel in the air and deftly caught it in his mouth.
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