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A Jedi's Desire	By : sexdottxt Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 4212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The twin suns rose over Tatooine. For the past few days, Bella Rose had grown used to the sight of this desert world's dawn. Once she would have thought it one of the few jewels this desolate planet had to offer. Now on the day of her reckoning, she realized it might be the last sunrise she would ever see.
She awakened before any of the other slave girls. Last night when she finally fell to slumber, her mind and body was wracked with contentment from the satisfaction of so much ecstasy. Now it was plagued with fear.
She looked over at Oola. So young and vulnerable, much like her own daughter had been. The Twi'lek girl was still sleeping soundly. She thought to wake her, to say something to her, to consummate another round with her.
But she could not. No amount of lovemaking would be able to calm her nerves. In spite of the strange path of a Jedi Sentinel, something so foreign and unorthodox compared to the cloistered regimented life of a councilmember, she was still a Jedi. She had engaged in a life of wanton lust and had come here solely because of her attachment to her daughter, and she was still a Jedi. She still knew enough.
In only the little clothes of a dancer, she sat cross legged and closed her eyes. She breathed in and out. Living in the imperial era, she had long used her Jedi training for survival, for combat, and had used her power in the blade and her training to take down both the criminals who recognized her as a fugitive and the stormtroopers trained to kill her on sight. It had been too long since she had simply let the force flow through her.
It felt almost nostalgic. She felt like a mere padawan again, someone who had yet to travel down those dark streets on Coruscant and indeed the rest of the galaxy. She wondered if things would have been better that way. She very well may have never had a daughter that way, just sticking to the safe path of living in the temple.
Then again, she would have likely died that fateful night when Vader descended upon the temple. The wonderful serenity of the force flowed through her, and compared to the rough living for the past two decades, now in this moment of peace, she wondered if things would have been better that way. She felt better now than she had in so long. Better to die than to live what seemed like a never ending nightmare.
That thought was interrupted when she was hit by a parAliciazing sense of dread. She was beginning to sweat as she felt so many emotions, fear, shame, and the sense of something that was totally intertwined with her, something she could never escape. It was not a mere emotion. It was a someone, a presence in the force.
Vader? No, she knew it wasn't him. The aura of the Dark Lord of the Sith was something she had felt before and would never forget for as long as she lived, but she knew even before she could identify what this thing was that though it resembled his shade, the terror she felt now was something far more personal than what she felt that day she lost her daughter to him.
Her most apt padawan, her dearest daughter.Aly?
Hello Master.
It flattered Bella to hear her say that. After seeing that video of her kneeling at Vader's feet, of hearing her in his service, a Sith as much as him and the darksiders of Confederacy of Independent Systems still fresh in her mind decades later, maybe even as much as the unknown Lord Sidious who had been the scourge of the Republic in it's final days and now the scourge of the galaxy as he sat upon it's throne, it pleased her to have her call her master. So many memories flooded to the surface, delight and joy, even that long pained memory of their parting rising up like any other did not seem painful. She did not hear the tone in which it was said from Alicia's psychic voice, only that it was said at all. It's you.
Yes, it's me. I heard you arranged this reunion.
I'm so happy that you're alive! I'm so happy that you're safe! I...
It has been too long.
Are you okay? Are you alright?
I'm strong. Stronger now than I've ever been. I can't wait to show you what I've learned.
What you've learned? What do you...
I'll be seeing you soon. I can't wait for my training to be complete.
Bella suddenly opened her eyes. She was still sitting in that cross legged position. It was only a force meditation, but it felt like she had woken up from a dream, that's how different her trance had felt from her waking reality. She was shaking, her whole body covered in a cold sweat.
There was a loud clanging noise in the distance. It was the Gamorrean guards come to wake the dancer girls. The rest of them got up, they were long since inured to it. Bella herself had long grown used to it in her time staying here. At first, it was just another discomfort in the string of wretchedness of her life. As she had become more comfortable, it became another sound as much as the hoots and hollers of the customers that came here to Jabba's palace.
But now it's tenor was as harsh as the executioner's bell. The other girls were already leaving. She on the other hand, was still in that position. She couldn't find the strength to leave.
“Master Jedi?” It was Oola. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, I am...I'll...”
“You're pale. Are you sick?”
Bella took a deep breathed and swallowed a lump in her throat. “No I'll be fine.” She stood up. She looked down at the lightsaber by her side. It was her daughter's, and yet now it felt so alien to her. She was long used to the feeling of the dark side nearby, whether it was the Inquisitors hunting after her, the drudges of living day to day in the new order, or past memories haunting her. When she first took this saber as a war trophy after killing that moff, the stain of darkness on it's hilt was nothing to her. Now that she knew it's source, it made her shudder.
Oola was already leaving. Bella slowly followed behind her, not abandoning her weapon. There were worse things in this galaxy than one's own feelings of falling to the dark side. She would not go out unarmed.
“Let's stay together, alright?” said Oola.
“Sure...”
There were already men vying for Oola's attention. She waved to them and smiled but did not go to them. She looked back at Bella who was still visibly shaken.
Bella tried to calm herself. She would do a show for these men with Oola. Something that took her time to get used to now seemed so mundane by comparison.
The two of them started kissing instantly. This time, it was Bella who was nervous. She seemed chaotic, frantic, her kisses were sloppy and she was feeling weirdly all over the Twi'lek woman. It worried Oola but the men were liking it more than ever and cheering them on.
With that bit of encouragement, Oola moved to get more into it. Bella wanted nothing more than to sink into that familiar passion, that lust. But the more she tried to distract herself, the more it reminded her of what was to come.
Then she felt her girlfriend's hand touch her naked pussy. The Twi'lek girl's finger had just went inside her vagina, she was playing with her beloved's clit. Her body was going crazy, and it wasn't long before she came, releasing her juices all over Oola's fingers.
It was nice. But it wasn't enough. Her familiar touch so ordinarily comforting now seemed like a buzzing gnat that was just getting in her way. There was no putting it off any longer. The lovely sight of Oola licking her fingers clean of juice made the reality of today so much more apparent. She broke away from Oola.
“I'm sorry, I have to go,” Bella said. She was so nervous that she didn't even switch to the Twi'lek tongue for her girlfriend's convenience. Then she was gone.
Bella found Jabba on his usual seat. He was eating something when she caught his eye. The Hutt smiled.
“Well met,” he said in Basic. A sign of his respect. He looked at the two Gamorrean guards flanking him.“Leave us,”he said in Huttese for them.
They did. As soon as they were gone, he said, “Did you enjoy last night?” He laughed.
That laughter would have once filled her up with disgust. Now it made her smile. “Yes. Very much.” The memories resurfaced in her mind like it had been so long ago and yet it was only hours. She was filled up with pleasure and right now she was so tense that she needed something to take her mind off that palaver with Alicia. Part of her wanted to ask the Hutt to swallow her whole and drown out her senses and make everything go away. To feel that same heat she felt again last night.
But as much as she had enjoyed it, that pleasure was pushed aside for something else. She was reminded of the all too apparent reality of her daughter coming here. This kind of tension would not go away so soon.
“She will be here soon,” Bella said.
“Your padawan?”
“Yes. She said she wants to complete her training. In the dark side. You should not be here when she arrives.” Bella was talking fast.
“How do you know...?”
“I can sense her! I feel her hatred, her power. If I fall in battle, there will be nothing to stop her. That's why you should go. Now.”
He studied her with his great red Hutt eyes and stroked his chin. Then he nodded. He made a loud grunt and the Gamorreans returned. Then they lifted up his platform and escorted him elsewhere.
That left Bella alone. She could still see around her, the familiar smells of the palace and the noise behind her. In the main area of the den behind her, the customers were enjoying themselves, oblivious at what was to come next. The Gamorreans were trying to escort them out but the more rowdy of them weren't having it. But that was nothing compared to her current perception with the force. She felt Alicia's darkness as much as a smuggler on these very same sands would hear the roar of a krayt dragon to hunt them down like the prey they were.
Bella did not know if her next action was a good one. Many associated the lightsaber with a cutting thing of pure energy and indeed it could only be a weapon. But there was one way to modify it, a program that only skilled technicians or those who were required to construct their own lightsaber as so many Jedi and Sith apprentices like her and many more before her had done. She did just that.
Then she sat down and entered the trance of a Jedi. Now alone with herself, she focused entirely on her daughter's presence. She knew Alicia was feeling her in turn. Closer and closer, time seemed like a raging rapid that was going too fast for her to comprehend and yet too slow like a disaster in motion. This turn of events was what she had wanted, and yet with that wish came so much fear.
Then she opened her eyes. Alicia was there. Her new clothes betrayed her new allegiance, nothing like the consulars cloistered in the temple ages ago or the long flowing drapery of the true darkside mystics that enveloped them with darkness that drowned out their shadows, instead the practical robes of a Sith assassin, enough to conceal but also enough to let them move quick and fast. She was standing upright much like Vader, she was looking down at her old master, her mother she didn't know she had. They locked eyes.
Bella could only think that she looked painfully beautiful. Her skin was almost marble in it's whiteness, too flawless to be real. The last time Alicia had seen her, it was that video of her as Jabba's dancer. Up close, she could see every feature in real time, her full lips so kissable, she remembered that one they shared before they were separated for years, and she yearned to taste them again if only so she would know that she loved her again. She saw so much of herself in those features, the only real normal difference being that Alicia's dark hair was tied back into a ponytail unlike her mother's free flowing locks. Yet her face was blank, it was looking at a mannequin or golem possessed by an evil spirit. She could not to make her heart from stopping with dread and loss.
Her eyes were an icy blue. Bella could feel the bloodlust radiating from them. It was the same ferocity that inspired her to take up her weapon and take the fight to Vader so long ago, that fury that made her put her own life on the line for her master. It was a totally different thing to be on the receiving end of them. But they were not yet the unholy xanthous hue of so many of the Sith and the darksiders that had preceded them, basked in a corruption all too borne of murder and sacrifice bordering on the ancient mysticism of so many bloodletting tribes whose names were forgotten to the galaxy. That gave her comfort.
Then Alicia flipped out the hilt of her sword and ignited the bloodred blade. In that instant, Bella still had enough time to draw the lightsaber at her side, her own daughter's weapon as a padawan, and igniting the blue edge, raised it up high before their weapons clashed. Their blades were locked for several long seconds. Both of them holding their grips two handed, neither one gave way, no matter how much Alicia tried to push down against her mother, holding herself up on her knees. They did not look away from each other's eyes.
Then Alicia pushed harder against Bella. It was enough to push the Jedi back but not enough to break the stalemate between them. In that instant, Bella saw her daughter's weapon was a curved hilt weapon, something reserved only for elite duelists. She knew it on the spot, it was one of the lightsabers used by Asajj Ventress. She always felt some bit of guilt for not fighting on the front lines in the Clone Wars. But it also meant that she and her padawan were safe from dealing with Dooku and his elite killers.
Bella was facing that karma now. She didn't have much time to think on it. Alicia's spun around as their blades were still locked, pushing Bella back, and then she lunged at her again. Bella was standing now and parried that strike too.
Then much to her surprise, Alicia actually moved back. It wasn't the typical move of a Sith to run from a fight, let alone, not one who had come here with the express intent of severing her past through sacrificing someone still important to her. That only meant she had something else in mind.
Her weapon still lit up, Alicia came at Bella again. She did not run forth and strike. Instead she jumped up in the air, moving her body in sophisticated acrobatic stances. Bella barely countered it, and then Alicia came at her again in another movement much like that one. Again Bella blocked it, but Alicia was not pushed back.
And she came at her again, spinning at her in the air with her blade like a spiked tire. Bella was familiar with the stance of Ataru. Quick acrobatic motions, it was as effective as a maestro twirling their baton as a skilled user's movements were often too fast to parry. Bella was not so slow as that and as her whirling opponent came at her, struck at the crimson blade.
But she could not match her daughter's speed. With that parry, Alicia gracefully landed on her feet once more and just as soon again took to the air again. For all it's power, Ataru's emphasis on movement was highly taxing on the body, tiring them out as a duel would wear on, especially with the airborne variant that Alicia was employing right now. It was not meant for duels, but instead against waves of foes, meant to disorient them. Alicia however did not slow down one bit. Bella realized that Alicia with her body type, the way she so skillfully danced for Jabba in that holovid she had seen when she first came here to this criminal's den, she was too physically strong to be winded anytime soon by those stylish maneuvers she used without hesitation.
Bella managed to counter each strike. Even back when the Jedi were preeminent as a sentinel bladework was not her specialty. That came back to bite her now as she could only use the beginner motions of Shii-Cho to resist her foe's advance. She would parry a hit and then Alicia was back in the air. But while she barely parried her attacker's moves, she was being pushed back, she was still alive.

That did little for her. Bella was waiting for an opening, and yet none appeared. Form IV's offense was in the hands of an expert also a form of defense. Yet as the fight continued, Bella realized that her fallen padawan's strikes were not typical moves of Ataru, but instead the malignant frenzy of Juyo. That last form characterized from it's chaotic patterns pure aggression was only used with extreme reservation by the Jedi and with a wanton embrace with the Sith. The airborne stance of Ataru was already dangerous but coupled with Juyo's wild attacks, Alicia was nothing like a combatant but instead a whirling engine of destruction.

She was barely keeping up. Fighting with Kir Kanos and his two dark side warriors, she had felt outclassed, her attacks banal by comparison to his moves that were nothing like the training of lightsaber combat, and indeed in the back of her mind she felt as if every successful parry was only part of his game, that playing fair, it would not be long before she was dead. Fighting with Alicia, she felt as if she was holding the lightsaber again for the first time.
When Bella missed the first parry against her daughter's blade, she barely dodged. That strike came close to cleaving her head and she was lucky to be alive. Alicia had somersaulted above her in that instant. In that rare moment, Bella saw an opening and made her move, hitting her in the side. The power behind her strike was strong but it was not enough to cut deep. Alicia landed on the other side, only looking at where was hit with genuine confusion.
Bella took that sliver of a chance and lunged at her. This time Alicia barely countered it, and Bella moved forward, pushing her back, not letting her get the advantage. With a motion of pure strength, Alicia broke the lock between them and made another one of Juyo's attacks, seemingly uncoordinated. That random strike was not nearly as effective on the ground but it was enough that Bella could not counter it. Ducking again, she held her blade out with a reverse grip style and moved quick past her, hitting her daughter in the side again. Nothing like a real strike, it was only enough for her to move past.
Alicia was undeterred. Taking no notice of her injury, she was holding her weapon out again. She leapt at her, her blade held back behind her with both hands. Bella had enough time to realize that Alicia was going to bring that weapon forward with too much strength for her to resist. Too close for the Jedi to take a stance of any kind and knowing she would die otherwise, the aspirant Sith came at her again. Bella had no choice but to flee her foe.
She ran back into the main lobby of Jabba's den. The remaining customers had heard the commotion and listened with intrigue but even the most hardened and lecherous amongst them could read something was wrong. “Go now!” she screamed at them. Before they had a chance to register the severity of that command, Alicia was coming after her. She was pacing after her like a hunter, her red blade held outright.
Then Alicia took to the air again. The familiar airborne movements of Ataru, but now the strikes were nothing like the hot blooded onslaught of Juyo and instead only the acrobatic form. Bella was not out of the clear yet, but for all of Ataru's quick footwork, it was not unpredictable.
That notion was confirmed when Alicia came down at her with one of Ataru's more trademark moves, the Hawk Bat Swoop. Up in the air, Alicia's foot and blade were pointing downward at her Bella. Normally it was a dangerous move, one of the most fearsome associated with Form IV. But after contending with airborne Juyo, it felt so easily predictable. Raising her own weapon, Bella swung to the side at her foot, knocking her down on the floor.
Alicia got up, still whole and intact. Her beautiful face was twisted with rage at being struck three times, and indeed she looked more terrifying than any of the criminals that would be found here. Bella did not feel anymore confident, those three strikes that connected felt lucky and she was sweating, clearly on edge. Living as a sentinel, neither of them were focused swordmasters both in the Jedi and living life on the lam after Order 66. But in her time bowing to Vader, clearly her new overseers had filled in for her former padawan's instruction in close quarters combat. She could not be sure if Alicia continued her same moves that she would get anymore hits in.
She would not have to worry about that one for long. Instead of using her usual chaotic movements, Alicia held her lightsaber in the up guard stance of Niman. Form VI was widely known as the diplomat's form, something to be used by the various Jedi consulars in the order for self defense, not something suited for combat against other lightsaber duelists and not a fighting style favored by the Sith. After the barrage Bella had dealt with before, this turn of events was new.
It would not make Alicia any less devastating of an opponent. Perhaps it was Bella's fear that Alicia would switch things up after having adeptly mixing styles before, perhaps it was having to adjust to such simple moves after the unconventional moves of Ataru and Juyo used in unison, perhaps it was pure technique helped no less by the unconventional move of using a curved hilt lightsaber where a straight hilt would not have done the trick. But she could not get past her foe's guard and indeed while she was not scrambling to defend herself as before, Bella knew with every strike that she wasn't getting anywhere. It wouldn't be long before her foe forced an opening.
Bella took on the form of Makashi. She was no expert in any of the forms, but she had learned something of this form watching and clashing with Count Dooku during the Clone Wars. It was designed purely for dueling.

It did not do her any good. Form VI might have been ridiculed as the diplomat's form by Jedi and Sith alike. But it was also known as the form of the rancor. Each strike with gold was met with red. and she was cautious to press further, already seeing several counters against it that would only make her current battle situation even worse than before. And her defenses felt like they were going to break at any moment. This same style of lightsaber combat was once used by Exar Kun, a Dark Lord of the Sith who once strangled the galaxy with fear and Revan himself, the Prodigal Knight who was the scourge of the republic as another Dark Lord and it's savior as a Jedi who took the fight to Malak and later to the Sith Empire hiding in the far reaches of the cosmos. In their hands it was a tool of butchery and killing as any other. Fighting her daughter, Bella indeed felt like she was being played with by the rancor itself.
But she kept to Makashi's fine emphasis on dueling and bladework. She was not able to get an opening against Alicia's strikes like before. Still, she saw an opening, free of counters and predicaments. But she was able to push her back, end the stalemate. It was a hair's breadth margin, but it was enough.
Not enough for her to counter what happened next. With her free hand, Alicia generated a current of force lightning. No blunt amateur like Bella had been in that bid to simply stay alive, the energy was strong and concentrated. Bella held up her golden blade to reflect it, but redirected it right back with her own saber. The Jedi felt like her arm was actually going to break off her body from the surge of electric power rocking her.

The feedback loop of electricity was becoming too much. A black fog was generating from the circuit of energy. Bella was just about to break.

And then it stopped. The black smoke filled up her whole field of vision, left right and center. She barely had enough time to recover when she heard a guttural battle cry. Through the charred vapor, she saw two red blades emerge like bloodstained fangs, and then Alicia was at her, that beautiful face twisted with fury making her look much like a monster. Ventress' weapon was joined now, two red lightsabers on curved hilts, Bella had no choice but to activate the other end of her double bladed sword as well.
But her inexperience showed. She had struggled fighting against Kir Kanos with a double bladed weapon. This time she only countered Alicia's attacks for several seconds before a strike from the darksider severed her own weapon in two. She barely had enough time to catch the one end as it fell and almost dropped the other saber. She was on the defensive again.
Bella had one moment of advantage now. She held up both of her weapons up in a single stiff motion, unexpectedly parrying the crimson blades coming at her. Alicia frowned at being countered with such a simple undignified move. With their weapons locked once more, Bella pushed back against her in a sudden show of strength, knocking Alicia to the ground.
But she was not defenseless. She was still holding up her weapon with both blades out facing horizontally and if Bella had attempted to make a downward strike, she would have indeed been at risk as Alicia could simply twirl her saberstaff to counter her. In that awkward position over her foe using two separate blades versus a saberstaff from down low, Bella knew that she was vulnerable.
Alicia moved one of the ends of the saber towards Bella's wrist. It was enough for her to move her hand back and in the process, dropped one of her blue sabers. Then Alicia was up again and she was advancing on her, spinning her saberstaff as if it were a baton. With no choice, Bella fled once more, back to the throne room where this duel had started.
Alicia did not personally chase after her. Instead, Bella heard the loud humming of lightsaber blades, never leaving her ears. She only looked back to see the twirling red saberstaff flying towards her at full speed, powered with the momentum of the force. It was constantly spinning, looking very much like a throwing star, a cyclone of pure red energy.
Bella made it back to Jabba's throne room. She counted herself lucky when she saw her original golden lightsaber still mounted where it was. Calling it to her, she ignited the blade. Then she squatted down, below the saberstaff's volley.
Calling on her Jedi instincts, she looked up. The saberstaff seemed to almost pass in slow motion. Every second seemed too slow, like time itself was ebbing away. Yet her life was not flashing before her eyes. She realized she had activated the shatterpoint. An all too rare ability in the force only practiced by those truly gifted, she would not pass up this chance. She saw the gap where the hilt was between the two blades. She held her golden sword up high.
The saberstaff split into two, flying in two chaotic directions. She smiled. She had survived. She was still alive.
Alicia was advancing at her now. She was holding one of the blue blades of her original lightsaber that had been severed, it was the hidden blade she had modified onto it's end so long ago. Blue wasn't a color for a Sith, the only ones who had ever used it were Exar Kun so long and Vader in the initial moments of his glory when Sidious dropped all pretense, but she looked no less terrifying in spite of it. She held her hand out and one of the ends of her red weapon came flying back to her and she ignited that blade once more.
Alicia resumed using Form VI once more. With two blades, she employed the same moves but it was no longer the Niman style she used earlier, but instead Jar'Kai. The diplomat's form excelled in neither offense nor defense for a single blade, yet those motions normally so vague and unassuming with one sword were deadly for two. Using any other lightsaber form with two swords sacrificed the style's efficiency, as two swords in conjunction with a form focused on any peculiar trait sacrificed the unique advantage of dual wielding to start with and would leave too many openings that were not there with a single blade. But the rote and banal motions of Form VI in a single sword were perfectly suited for the situation of using two swords, making the fighter's moves appear as graceful and swift as the wind.
Bella knew she stood no chance against her daughter. One blade gave the fighter the advantage of strength, two handed grips. Using two swords might have an advantage against someone using one weapon, but against someone else with two swords, the fight would come down to technique. She could not hope to match her in Jar'Kai. Instead she would use the most basic form, Shii-Cho.
Shii-Cho was taught to padawans and every other beginner in the lightsaber, but it was only a novice's form. No tricks and no flourishes. The very basics of attack and defense, even Form VI had more art to it. And yet it was simple, no gimmicks. In the hands of one who studied it long enough, it could sneak past the tricks of the other lightsaber forms and end them before they realized it.
They went at it again. There were no elaborate tricks anymore. No integration of fancy footwork with Ataru and no flashy moves like Juyo, two forms very dangerous using two swords, both for the practitioner and especially when facing off against another dual wielding fencer. Instead it was down to pure skill.
And indeed Bella's use of the most elementary form of lightsaber combat might have won the day. If Alicia hadn't retrieved one of her red weapons, she might have had the advantage wielding two blades against one. But her former padawan's edge hadn't become dulled in this fight and every strike from her two swords coordinated with the advantage of Jar'Kai was also fueled by the pure strength inherent in the dark side. The Jedi was being pushed back again.
Intending to put an end to the fight, Alicia leapt up in the air and made a spinning strike. Her blades were held out and Bella dodged once more. But she did not account for her foe's foot being held out, knocking the other blue saber out of her hand and pushing her to the floor.
Bella looked up. Alicia brought both of her weapons down for the killing strike. The Jedi could not escape. She called upon the force.

She found the dark side. Lightning burst out of her palms, blowing both swords out of her hands. She found her strength again, standing up and facing her wayward padawan, her secret daughter. For once Alicia looked out of her depth and barely found the time to call upon her own volley of electric power. Both of them standing, trying to overpower the other.

Alicia was knocked down to the floor. Bella stopped herself just in time. That same rush of emotions running wild in her just like when she had Kanos at her mercy. Even then, she was plagued with the need to kill the foe before her.

She would not.”Alicia, enough! You're unarmed! This battle is over!”

Coughing, Alicia stood up and looked Bella in the eye. Her eyes were still that icy blue, not the yellow of a Sith, but they were more severe than ever. “No master, this fight is not over. I am not over.”

From within her dark robes she pulled out another lightsaber. It was the one that Bella had gifted to her so long ago. After looking at Alicia's own lightsaber that she had used to survive, she had become familiar with even the slightest of external modifications that suggested the hidden double blade. But there was nothing that had changed.

Even the blade remained blue. But there was something different in that blue shine. Normally the blade of a lightsaber was static, so still it resembled the icy glaciers of Hoth. Yet that azure glow seemed to have a flowing current running from the hilt up the blade, making it look like the raging rapids of a river rather.

“My lightsaber...you still kept it after all these years? With the original crystal?”

“With one modification. You saw those Tuskens out there. I drew them here to serve Jabba as a show of power. To get in the Hutt's good graces. And you know how I proved myself?”

“That dead krayt dragon...you...”

“Yes I did,” she said before Bella could finish her sentence. She held the blue blade in front of her face, casting her stoic beauty in that same flowing ocean. Her blue eyes looked almost as cold and unending as falling snow. It was only when a krayt dragon pearl, seized from the creature's throat and refined to perfection so that it could be repurposed as a lightsaber crystal, that gave the weapon's blade that shimmering effect. To see her first lightsaber, her gift to her beloved padawan changed in such a way, she felt nothing but pride, and shame that she had failed her in keeping her off this path.

Then she struck. Bella barely parried the first blow and then there was another. She felt her whole body being rattled with each strike, struggling to hold her lightsaber. The quick attacks were lacking nothing in power, they were just as strong as the first. It was like fighting an avalanche.

Her Jedi calm familiar to her since she could first walk had kept her standing against the overwhelming force of Kir Kanos and his retinue. But it would not serve her any good here. The need to win this fight, the sheer will to live was what was needed now. The charred taste of the dark side had come so easy to her in what would have been her last moments then and now she needed to breathe that vile smoke just to stay alive.

But it would do her little good. Bella recognized the distinct moves Form V Djem So, characterized by it's emphasis on power. In all her years in the temple to living under the empire's shadow, she counted herself lucky she had the fortune to never face off against it's brute strength in a real fight. Until now.

She could not properly mount a defense. Could not find a form to counteract the brutal onslaught. And with each parried strike, she could not imagine what she could do. It was not merely offense, it was also swift and fluid motion, speed that formed an impenetrable barrier. In spite of that Alicia's moves were not elegant like Makashi or Soresu, they were rustic, like a farmboy on Dantooine swinging a farming tool in the morning. Training under Darth Vader, the Sith Lord could never again find the mobility and strength he had when he was a man in the prime of his youth. But his newest apprentice could.

And it was a brutality not seen since Darth Bane. Anakin Skywalker had employed aggression as a Jedi, Mace Windu had learned to enjoy the fight and channel his inner darkness. But they were both weak when up against someone who lived in the dark side. Bella could not begin to know these things or comprehend anything resembling a thought in that bout more like a pugilist's beatdown than a contest of swords, and embracing her own darkness only gave her the power to stay alive, not to fight back evenly. For Alicia to have killed that krayt dragon, she was no mere dragonslayer but a god of dragons.

In a last ditch attempt to fight, Bella called one of Ventress' lightsabers to her, still operational even with the end of the hilt burned from being cut. But Alicia saw it just as it would have landed in Bella's hand, Alicia seized her throat with the force so hard she felt her neck was going to be broken in that instant. Just as she thought she was going to pass to the other side, she was let go.

But her golden lightsaber had fallen out of her hands. While Alicia stood there, seemingly paralyzed with doubt, Bella called one of the ends of the blue saberstaff. That woke Alicia up.
“Suits me fine!” said Alicia. She called the other end of the blue saber to her hand. “You helped tutor me in making this lightsaber as a padawan. Now it will be the thing that ends your life!”
Swords locked, Bella's end was knocked out of her hand again. Calling the other end to her, Alicia brought down both blue swords onto her shoulders. Bella did not have enough time to call a weapon and parry. The blade struck her arms. But it did not cut.
Alicia grit her teeth. “I knew it.” She laughed like she was in pain. “I knew it. Every single time you cut me, I felt only a slight burning sensation. But it wasn't cut. Look,” she said, holding up one of the sleeves of her clothes, “it didn't even cut my robes!” She spat to the side. “Why? Why did you dim this lightsaber's power settings to nothing before I came here? And don't give me any Jedi nonsense! You were here in Jabba's palace. I know you did things here. You did what you had to survive. You don't get that by being some wimpy little pacifist. So why?”

“You're one to talk,” Bella said.

“What?”

“I'm no expert in the lightsaber. Never was, and I think I only survived my worse scrapes in the galaxy thanks to luck. And I know now that I'm no match for you. And still, you missed several chances to kill me. At every chance you could have taken my life. Every single time you fought like it was as simple as swimming, while I felt like I was hanging on by the skin of my teeth. Are you telling me you came here to kill me with doubt in your heart?”

“That doesn't answer my question. It only makes me wonder so much more. If you're caught in a corner by a wild monster and you see an opening, you don't refuse to take the hit. You take that chance and end it. You deliberately refused that! So why?”
Bella did not say anything. She just stared back into her eyes. Now she did have the urge to speak, to cry out, something. But Alicia gave her no time and instead stomped down on her sword arm, forcing her golden lightsaber out of her hands. Alicia quickly snatched it up.
She looked at it. “This one's power settings are unaltered. You could have killed me in that moment when I was gloating and you didn't. You're so pathetic.” Bella didn't answer. She just lay there, looking at her.

“So why didn't you kill me?” said Bella. “A Jedi is peaceful. A Sith takes the kill, that's what you said. Why did you refuse that chance?”

“Because I...” She looked away and grit her teeth.

“What's worth it in it for you? The empire isn't here. Here you can run away from them. They're not standing over you.”

Then she looked back at her. “Because I need this power! You have no idea what's going on, do you? Do you remember back in the Clone Wars, the mystery Lord Sidious who we were searching for?”

“There never was a Sidious. There was only Dooku and then there was Vader. And Palpatine who was growing more corrupt everyday.”

“Yes, Palpatine is right. He's Sidious! He was controlling things from the shadows the whole time. Maul, Dooku, they were both his toys. And Vader didn't come out of nowhere either. He was with us the whole time.”

“I suppose you're going to tell me he was Grievous all along?”

The moment Alicia spoke Vader's true name, Bella gasped. “That can't be...”

“We were played, we were manipulated. This empire is just another one of Palpatine's toys. The Jedi were not able to stop him. We either died or were broken to serve him. So many of the dark side adepts and inquisitors in his service were Jedi. Those shadow guards that he sent after you, I've seen their faces. I know them back from the temple, I laughed with them, I called them friends. But there's a listlessness in their eyes. There's nothing left of who they are. Because the Emperor tortured them until there was nothing left but killing machines. I need this power.”

“Then why are you here to kill me? Kill him. Kill Vader too. We must avenge our brethren!”

“That time is long since past. I remember. I remember when I killed Starkiller, his apprentice, that the Dark Lord did not kill me. He merely disarmed me, took my saber. I awaited death. And then he brought me to his ship. And then...” This was the story she told.
***
On Vader's shuttle, Alicia waited for her fate. She waited anxiously as he had left her in a simple chamber, only glad that her master was spared. That made her happy, she didn't know what stirred in the Dark Lord's heart. But now her own heart beat as she awaited what must be her own execution.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't notice another, sitting in a corner and huddling to herself. It took her awhile to recognize at first. But soon she knew that face.

“Barriss?” said Alicia.

The green skinned Mirialan looked up. Just as fresh faced as before, she looked strange not in her healer's habit and instead in a simple pair of dark pants and a shirt. But she was still a wonderful sight in these dark times. “Alicia? Is that you?”

Both girls got up and embraced each other. Alicia broke down into tears on the spot. After being separated from her master, it was so nice to see another face. They weren't particularly close in the order, but they knew each other and that was enough. Sisters until the end.

When they separated, Barriss said, “What are you doing here?”

Alicia told her story. Barriss listened quietly and with patience. She said, “I was able to mask my death in the force. It's not a trick my master taught me. It...it came easier to me after I was arrested. When I...when I framed Ahsoka.”

“Yes, I heard. What have you been doing all this time?”

“After rejoining the order, after I faked my death, I think something died in me then. I can't touch the force as I used to. That feeling of darkness I felt when I betrayed Ahsoka, it's stronger now. It wasn't long before the empire caught me. Only a decade maybe, but...when I was brought there, I was given a choice. Face death or become part of the Inquisitorius. I chose death. I fought against the stormtroopers that came in, blew them away, but without my lightsaber I could do much. There were so many of them, I thought I was going to die. Then Vader came for me. I was on the run for a decade maybe but I've been here for...I don't know how long it's been.”

“I just got here. I had to leave my master behind. Last I saw she was alive but...I hope she's okay. Just stay with me, okay Barriss? No matter what.”

A door opened up and they both looked. They couldn't see who it was, but they didn't need to. They could feel the familiar dark presence that had terrified the galaxy. It was a thing that many of the ordinary citizenry also felt, they didn't need the force to know the horrors of Vader. In that they were all alike.

“Did you enjoy your reunion?” he said in his booming deep voice. His ragged breaths were a constant but there was an unusual bit of amusement there as well. He was walking towards them.

“What are you going to do with us?” said Barriss.

“I rescued you both from death. Now one of you will swallow the life of the other.”

“Not gonna happen!” said Alicia.

“You are not in a position to say such things. Your lives are no longer your own.”

“Why?” said Barriss. “What's the point of all this?”

“You,” he said, pointing at Barriss. “I kept you alive for my amusement. But you took my apprentice,” he said to Alicia. “Things have changed! One of you will live and one of you will die. And I sense the dark side growing in you both. It is your destiny.”

That stung Barriss and she looked away.

She wouldn't look away for too long when something landed before her. It was the twin lightsaber hilts of Asajj Ventress. “This is...”

“You are quite familiar with that, aren't you? Deceit and trickery are nothing new. Neither is betrayal. Kill her and live.”

Nothing overt was said. Her trial was a public thing held before the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. But Barriss had a feeling. “Anakin?” she said.

He was standing as proudly as ever. Neither of them had struck him. And yet it seemed like that word alone had cut right through him. The terrifying figure of Darth Vader looked weak.

She knew the truth without him needing to say a thing. She turned to Alicia. “We have to seize this chance! We can both take him!” she said, igniting the red blades as she had against Anakin so long ago. “It's the only way! Otherwise...”

“Do you really think to put that theory to the test?” he said. “You could not kill a Jedi with those weapons. You will not kill a Sith!”

“Not alone. But with another Jedi I know I can!”

“Do you agree with her, Jedi?” he said, turning to Alicia. “We are still over that planet's airspace. I gave you and your master the gift of life. I can just as easily take it away.”

“Living like this is nothing! Death is preferable to that...”

He sensed the stirrings of Alicia's heart, the fear, the doubt. She was not inclined to share in delusions of hope. He knew that even as she lit up her own blue weapon. But he knew who she had marked. “Then death is what you will have.”

Barriss only took that as a taunt. She knew the other meaning of it as soon as her chest was filled up with blue energy. Alicia looked at her forlorn, there was a weakness in her gait. But she held the weapon there, intent on finishing her task.

“I'm sorry Barriss,” Alicia said, still holding her close in that embrace. She whispered very softly, “I'll always remember you...”

Then she pulled back. Barriss lay there dead, tears streaming out of her eyes. Alicia shut off her weapon and bent on her knee before him.

“Collect your trophies, my apprentice,” he said. “You have earned them.”

She looked up. “Does that mean...?”

“You have earned the right to live.
***
“I can't go back now. Not after what I've done. The Jedi is not a path for me anymore. My hands are too stained with blood.”

“No, it's not too late. Alicia please...”

“No, the empire is stronger than you know! Vader is strong. But Sidious is far greater than he could ever be. In all things, in deceit and in fighting, he is supreme. I'm not strong enough yet. But once I sacrifice you, once I become a true Sith, I can give myself over to the darkness. Then I'll have the strength to do it. The true power of the dark side is not this. I have felt the Emperor's fury. It is so much greater than this. Once I have that then...”

She paused. That same darkness seemed to fade. Bella suddenly realized she was vulnerable. If there was ever a time to strike, it was now.

And then she was hit with a force vision. She saw a boy mining cortosis on a small desolate landscape, she saw him beaten by his father day after day, she saw the anger inside him building up until it crushed something, and that alone almost made her heart stop. Then she saw that boy standing, bald and terrible, not a boy and not a man. A thing of darkness.

By his side was a small child. A girl, but her eyes were not innocent. In seconds Bella watched her grow up and then her eyes were a dark yellow much like her master's. It was not long until she saw the spirit of that man burn up and burn that woman too, and then by her side was an Itkotchi woman in dark robes too, hiding from the rest of the galaxy.

Thousands of years passed by her eyes in real time. She saw that Itkotchi woman wade into a throng of people, taking another and lighting them with the fire as well. Then she burnt up and another was infected with that flame. Again and again it happened. Events happened so fast that it became hard to tell who was who but she always recognized the stink of that fire.

Soon the bearer of that diseased fire was well in that crowd of people. The new bearers were people of high standing, bankers, lawyers, senators. No matter where in the galaxy, no matter what species, there was always someone to feel the fire and someone to crave it. And there were all too many willing to kneel before them, people who did not feel the dark fire but shared in it's warmth. It was not long before many cities, entire worlds felt the infernal heat of that fire.

In her current vision, she sensed the fire had always been there in the past. An inferno that ravaged entire worlds and peoples, driving those who accepted it mad and burning to cinder beyond recognition everyone else who was too unfortunate to fight it. The flames were terrifying, but people knew it existed. Now, it might have died down, but it's poison fumes had strangled the senses of everyone else around it, polluting the very stars of the galaxy.

Then she saw a boy barely a man. Saw him kill his father, and kneel before a Muun. That boy became old and she witnessed him become Senator Palpatine. He stole a red Zabrak child and burned him with the fire so terribly it burned him to death on the very same sands of the planet she now stood on until there was nothing save a charred skeleton, saw Dooku's arrogant face the scourge of the Clone Wars sneering in that fire as if he was it's master only have to his hands swallowed in a blinding fury of red and blue light and then he beheaded himself as his corpse was swallowed whole in the fire until he was only ash, not even his name was known the pride of the Jedi and the scourge of the republic now forgotten, and then witnessed the immolation of Anakin Skywalker. He cried as it happened, begging for his wife to make his pain end many nights as nightmares seized his visions.

And now Skywalker stood at the Emperor's side encased in dark armor, Bella no longer seeing him as a symbol of fear but a sad man trying to run from himself. Only one fit to rule and another a perfect servant in all things, assassin and warmonger alike as it had been for thousands of years, Vader and Sidious the culmination of a plan thousands of years in the making as that first boy, the miner and that girl he took had intended. Both stinking of that same fire.

Crouching in Vader's shadow was Alicia now. She held close to them, holding out her hands as if for warmth, desperate for warmth. But she was shaking in terror, looking down at the floor, the fire was a thing that made her sick.

The vision was over all too fast. It was not a vision from the light that sought to elucidate things. It was a temptation of the dark. Bella saw the fear in Alicia's eyes, who was now looking away from her. She was open. And she could have that fire, wield it by her lonesome with no one else to burden her, no pesky little daughter keeping her up awake at night with worry. The Jedi were too afraid to seize such power and the Sith were consumed by it. But if she had it, she could use it right.

She could also rule on the throne of the galaxy. She once snuck off to fool around behind the Jedi's back. Now she could have everything she wanted. A way to sate her every desire. To live, lust, and rule as she pleased. Make things right where the Jedi and the Sith had failed. What she felt in the past few days was just the beginning. She could be so much more, more than this empire, to live the dream that even the greatest tyrants had yet to imagine, to live for eternity with dark magicks few knew about. All of the known reaches of space and those beyond it worshipping her as a goddess. The olds gods and those who would be gods of the dark would be nothing compared to her.

They locked eyes again. That same killer's instinct gnawed at her hands. The only way to have that power was to slay the dragon before her. Even then she knew she would feel untold agony in taking up the fire. For that reason alone she stayed strong.

And the dark tempted her again. Showed her the deaths of all those who died during Order 66, who perished in the coming years. The dead children who died in the temple during Operation Knightfall. All the suffering brought about by the empire. The death of her wayward daughter, a padawan that had tagged along at her side, an accident that wasn't meant to happen, was nothing compared to the justice that could be wrought. She could push all her mistakes past her. What was worse was that it felt rational, it felt right. Like she would be a fool to say no.

She remembered giving birth to Alicia. Remembered suckling her on her breast. Felt the tears growing in her eyes as she gave her away. The joy at seeing her again at the temple. She smiled at that nostalgia, relished in the pain it brought. It was not joy but it was good pain.

The vision had ended. She was crying blissfully. But that meant nothing in the present. The power of the dark side had left her and she was no longer in a position to kill anyone.

Alicia knew it too. She felt the weakness in her former master. And now the dark resided within her, had made it's choice in her and her alone. Bella watched her daughter's icy blue eyes changed to the acidic yellow of the dark side in real time. “Get on your knees,” Alicia said. She did.

Alicia shook her head. She looked around her. At Ventress' set of lightsabers given to her as a trophy from Vader for her first kill, she looked at the lightsaber she had made herself to prove herself as a padawan, then looked at the weapon in her hand that was gifted to her a memento and keepsake modified in her service to the Sith from killing a beast that would have swallowed up many of her kind. She had proven herself worthy of all of them. She called the golden lightsaber to her hand, her final prize that would complete her basking in that flame that burned hotter than the light of a supernova. “You want to fight like a Jedi? You can at least die like one. You will die by your own weapon. What a fitting end. We Sith were born of you. And now we will end you.”
Bella resigned herself to her fate. She had failed. Only in that little dancer's getup, she felt so very exposed, as much as she was when she snuck off to meet that smuggler. On her knees, she closed her eyes.
She felt the hum of the golden blade at her shoulder. One sudden movement and it would cut her. Either down through her shoulder or sideways, separating her head from her neck. Both outcomes were horrible.
“Any last words?” Alicia said.
Bella thought on that. No visions of the force, no temptations to power. Only herself. She only looked up at her. “I'm sorry.”
Alicia smiled at her in disbelief. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”
“I'm sorry for everything.”
Alicia slapped her head and started laughing. “Oh I get it. You're sorry that you failed me. That you led me down on the path of weakness. That you trained me in that worthless Jedi Order to start with.”
“No. I'm sorry that things led to this. It was a child's mistake, her flight of fancy and frivolousness. Breaking the code like I did. Your life is a beautiful thing. Even now if you kill me, I will love you more than anything else in this galaxy. I know that whatever happens, you will remember that.”
“What...?” She hadn't moved the blade from Bella. But in word and motion, she was becoming unsteady. “What are you saying? You were never anything but my master.”
“No Alicia, I am your mother.”
All the anger left Alicia's face in that moment. It was pure disbelief, like she had been struck hard. Her yellow eyes went back to their normal blue for only an instant.
Then they turned more yellow than ever. Not the usual telltale yellow of a Sith, but they looked sickly and jaundiced. Alicia screamed and calling on her force power, poured deep into Bella's psyche, breaking through it, tearing through it with all the intensity of a storm.
Bella relived everything. Her whole life, from the moment she was born to her curiosity that led to her losing her virginity. From the moment of joy at seeing her daughter cradled in her hands to the overwhelming sorrow when she had to give her away. Then again to when she first saw her as a child when she first arrived at the Temple, and that great joy she felt at that moment in taking her as a padawan, in knowing she hadn't failed her only child. And then again to every moment of her life since that confrontation with Vader where, no matter what advantage she had, she was plagued with grief over the loss of her child. Many times when looking at her lightsaber she had considered turning it on herself. It was only finding her daughter that kept her from doing so.
And now she was here again. The vision had felt like a lifetime and it was over all too soon. The intensity of Alicia invading her mind with the force was enough to kill anyone unversed in the force, and normally Bella would have been shaking from such an onslaught. But she felt nothing. Only the coldness of her skin so exposed in that dancer's outfit, it was a ridiculous thing for a warrior to be seen in, and the hum of the golden blade hovering dangerously close to her, everything else silent besides. Yet it was all too appropriate. She would die as naked as the day she was born.
But she did not. Time was passing and she was still alive. Then she heard the familiar sound of a lightsaber shutting off. In her present situation, it sounded so new, so surprising. She looked up. Alicia was weeping.
“It can't be...you can't...it's impossible...!”
Bella stood up. She was weeping now herself, tears of joy, no dragonslayer but a dragontamer. Alicia herself stepped back. She spun that golden lightsaber around, ready to turn the blade on herself.
But Bella snatched it with the force. No matter how hard Alicia tried, she could not move her hands and complete this act of suicide. She was shaking against her mother's strength in the force. And then eventually she gave up and let go.
“Join me again. Together, we can fight the empire. We can destroy those who hurt us, who took everything from us. And then we can live together again. Inseparable.”
Bella embraced her daughter, her padawan, held her close and did not let go. Alicia looked at the other red lightsaber on the ground not too far beyond. She had a mind to take that one, to complete her act of atonement, the only thing available for a Sith who failed so utterly. And then as Bella held her closer, she just didn't want to anymore.
“I've missed you for so long...” Alicia said, returning her embrace.
“I have too...” Bella said. Alicia looked at her again. She fully kissed her master again, it was just as full like that fateful day when Vader drove them apart. Nothing innocent, her tongue slipped into her master's mouth and she felt her naked body. Not the appropriate feelings for a daughter to have towards her mother. But this revelation would not dim those feelings so easily. Nor was Bella herself feeling any shortage of strange feelings herself.
And if this was the way to do it, then so be it. Bella returned that embrace, coiling her tongue around Alicia's. She could feel her padawan and daughter's body underneath the robes, how much it was tensing in that embrace. So many emotions laid bare.
They parted their lips, a thin line of spin between their tongues. Alicia's once icy eyes were now as deep as the blue seas of Manaan. “Come my child,” said Bella. “I will complete your training as a Jedi.” She took Alicia's hand and led her towards the VIP room. They shut the curtains behind them.
It was here that Bella was tempted to leave everything behind and see Alicia again so early. An instrument of the corrupt senators' plot, she might have died if she had done that. Vader would be there to oversee his apprentice's turn to the dark side.
It was here that she consummated that pact with Xizor to stage this reunion. The Falleen prince's pheromone induced fornication had been pleasurable beyond words. She had been tempted to earnestly return to his side and become his lover alongside Leia and forget everything, her mission, the empire, everything. But she had not.
Now, she watched as Alicia took off her dark robes. That same naked body that rode Jabba so long ago, those small breasts, those slim hips that exploded into that round ass and those big legs. It had been too long since she had seen it. The last time she saw her daughter like this, she was horrified to watch her straddle the Hutt gangster though she herself would partake in that same act not too much later. Now she was happier than ever.
And her stay at Jabba's palace had changed her too. A fire bloomed in her, impure and beautiful at the same time. She took off the little dancer's out she had on too, and now they were both completely naked.
Alicia did as she was told. Though she was standing up now, she was instead much the supplicant. Bella licked her lips at the sight of her daughter's lovely body. The last time she had saw her naked was as an infant.
“You've grown up so much since then...” Bella said.
“Can I...can I call you...”
Bella already knew what she was getting at. “Just this once.” Alicia didn't say anything, but Bella could sense her glee.
Alicia stared at her mother's breasts. “Did you suckle me when I was born?”
“Yes. But not nearly enough. I could not return to the Temple with you in tow. I had to give you away...”
Alicia got down on her knees. “Then let me fix that.”
Closing her eyes, she took each of her mother's large breasts into her mouth. She sucked on them very slowly and Bella smiled at her fondly. This mother was no longer in a state of milking and her daughter was no longer a small child. But those initial memories of seeing her daughter being born surged to the forefront again and in this moment of reunion, the sweetness was far stronger this time. It felt as if her breasts were glowing as Alicia worked her.
Bella's nipples were getting hard. She was no stranger to breast orgasms. That smuggler so long ago was able to drive one out of her, her forays with the paramours at the Jedi Temple were able to induce them in her no problem, and she had a few accidental ones with Oola too. But with her heart and body now being united so, she was closer to one now than ever. Before she knew it, she had to hold onto Alicia and grip hard into her shoulders as the sweet pressure building up in her chest exploded throughout the rest of her body.
Her daughter looked up. She was surprised her mother had climaxed so suddenly. Bella was shaking in that moment of such a fast release, biting her lip and murmuring deeply.
Alicia smiled. It was something more of the dark side still in her than any loving feelings from their reunion that spurred her on to take those nipples, almost vibrating after such a powerful orgasm, and nibble on them with her teeth. Bella gasped, still so sensitive after being rocked by such a deep climax and now getting it right after again too.
Fortunately, that last bit of the dark side only pushed her towards that naughtiness. Enjoying having this woman under her power in such a way, Alicia tested the waters and increased the pressure with her teeth only slightly and she felt the fingers on her shoulder tighten momentarily almost to the point of pain. Then she resumed the tease, gently grazing Bella's pointy nipples with her chompers.
Bella's caps were so hard now that they were almost thick. Taking her chances, Alicia actually bit down deeply into the nipple she was sucking on. It prompted the Jedi to hiss into her gritted teeth. Just a trace of the dark side still working for the disciple, just the vestige of pain for the master. When she feverishly sucked on the nipple with her lips and tongue right after, the sudden change almost made the recipient almost fall to her knees on the spot.
Alicia stopped sucking those teats and looked lower at Bella's vagina. So wet, the moisture had gotten onto her thighs too. “I came out of this...” she said, probing it gently with her fingers. Bella hissed at feeling the digit probe inside of her wetness. Alicia sucked on her fingers, tasting her mother's dew.
And then she pushed Bella down onto her back. Closing her eyes, Alicia ate out that pussy in earnest. This Jedi Master felt a pleasure beyond ecstasy inside of her twat as her padawan's tongue stirred inside of it. Her moans betrayed that she felt more than just satisfaction, indeed she felt like a virgin all over again her. Her hands found her breasts, still tingling from where her daughter's mouth was.
Bella was liking it so much that her nub poked out on of the hood on it's own, without either of them touching it. Being such a tall woman, her clitoris was larger than most women's, indeed the sensitive piece of flesh almost looked like the size of an average man's cockhead. While Alicia was licking inside of Bella's vagina, she couldn't help but notice the sweet spot standing out right over her head.
Remembering how sensitive her new lover was, she stood up higher on her knees. Closing her eyes, she took the nub right into her mouth. For all it's size, the sheer arousal Alicia was surprised at just how moist and soft it was on her tongue and she nursed it with her lips, taking in the lewd taste. With every slow motion with her mouth as she tasted it, she felt Bella twitch. The spasms worked through those tits were nothing compared to this debauchery.
She climaxed suddenly, an orgasm so intense that she sprayed fluids all over her daughter's face. Alicia looked up and closed her eyes, letting it rain all over her face. She licked that nectar off her lips and then resumed eating her again. She savored the taste of her mother's bliss, that vagina spasming on her face, the orgasmic juices leaking off her face.
Bella looked up at the sight of Alicia eating her out. It was lewd, it was degenerate, and it was so right. Still playing with her breasts, she tweaked her nipples again and growled seductively as the pangs to another climax were brewing inside of her. She sighed longingly. She had accomplished what she came for and it felt better than she could have ever imagined.
Her whole body arched up as she was rocked by another orgasm. Those vaginal folds squeezing on Alicia's tongue were so intense that she had to move her face back and stop. The taste was still fresh in her mouth. It was so intense that for several moments she just closed her eyes and savored it.
Bella looked up. She owed her double time. After that lightsaber duel and now two orgasms in a row, she was eager to get back at her. While Alicia was still lost in her own little paradise, Bella cupped her chin. “I wonder how many men you've had since the last time we were together? Life as a Sith isn't exactly the most wholesome thing.”
“Well that's...kinda awkward...” She sighed. “And not the question I'd want to hear from my mother.”
“I know at least two of them. Jabba the Hutt and Prince Xizor.”
“How did you...”
“I saw you with Jabba the first time I came here. And a little bird told me about the things you did with Xizor.”
“W-wow...”
“It's not that embarrassing, is it?” Bella giggled. “I ended up doing it with Jabba too. And if you want to know a little secret, the reason I was able to even reach you was by doing it with Xizor.”
Alicia laughed. “Yeah that figures. Guy will chase anything with a skirt.”
“And he's so good too.”
Alicia blushed. “Yeah, he is...”
“You wanna know something? I did it with his niece too.”
Her eyes widened. “Savan? Really?”
“Oh yeah. She even made a little bet with her. Whoever came first got to keep Oola. Needless to say, she lost.” Bella confidently flicked her hair back. “That bitch has nothing on me!”
“Oola. That's the Twi'lek girl isn't it?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“You got to keep her?”
“Yeah I saved her life from a moff with an attitude problem. After that she...opened me up.” She cupped Alicia's face. “And now I'm ready for you.”
Bella lunged forward and kissed her deeply on the lips. Her tongue invaded her daughter's mouth and whatever dark side tendencies Alicia had were forgotten as she squealed in surprise from the intensity of that kiss. Bella was giving it to her, relishing in so many lewd tastes. More than the fresh pussy juice, the passion shared between them was it's own spice, and it was just so good, the both of them hitting their tongues deep in each other's mouths.
When their lips parted, Alicia was stunned. She was already shocked to hear that her master since she was a child was her actual blood mother. She knew she was capable of doing what she had to survive too, but she had no idea she was capable of so many other raunchy things. Not the sort of thing one would expect from a Jedi. Bella grinned. “Stand up.”
She was excited too. Those thick legs and big ass were mouthwatering. “Baby got back,” Bella said, and slapped one of Alicia's cheeks. Her daughter looked back at her, no more of the trademark Sith anger but just an embarrased and flushed face. “Um...don't be so rough mommy...”
Bella ran her hands all over Alicia's delicious lower body. “You know if I had personally raised you, I would have spoiled you left and right.”
“But mommy...you were such a good master to me...”
“Yes I was...but I couldn't give you the affection you deserved as my child. The Jedi's code of non-attachment and all that. And they might get ideas of what you really were to me.” She got a naughty grin on her face, nothing like a Jedi Master. “Let's make up for lost time.”
She started licking all over Alicia's legs. She already knew her daughter's legs were big and thick, anyone could see it at a glance and she had felt them personally. But feeling it on her mouth was something else. She lovingly licked all those thighs, sucked on them, bit into them were teeth. She had missed the chance to care for her daughter like this as an infant. She would not miss this opportunity.
And that butt was so tantalizing too. She lovingly moved her face all over Alicia's big tush, it had that perfect mix of muscle and bounciness. It was so smooth too, giving herself over to the dark side had not stopped her lovely daughter from taking such good care of herself. Remembering how her nipples had gotten bit into earlier, she bit deep into one of those ass cheeks.
This one was far more sensitive. Alicia jumped up and let out a nervous yelp. She looked back at Bella down on her knees who by now was tracing her fingers over on the skin where those teeth had been before. Then she playfully spanked her butt.
Alicia looked back, unsure of what was going to come next. “Don't worry, I won't get that rough again,” Bella said. “There's something else I have in mind.”
Still massaging that ass, Bella slowly moved it open. Both of those cheeks were so succulent and delicious, but it was the sight of Alicia's rosebud that had her attention now. It was twitching and so tight looking.
Bella wasted no time in shoving her tongue deep in there. Alicia couldn't hold still, she didn't expect things to go this far, nor was she prepared for the intensity of that tongue stirring deep in there. She was standing tall but she felt like she was going to collapse at any moment.
But the craving in her flesh was stronger than ever. Not thinking anymore, she grabbed one of her small tits with full force and began playing with her clit. She wanted to cum, she needed to cum. It was only Bella's hands on her hips that held her up.
Alicia did indeed cum, through both of her holes. It was so intense and so sudden, barely a minute after Bella started eating her. And she didn't stop, still capitalizing on her moment of weakness. Clearly the dark side had it's weakness if getting her anus eaten was breaking her this bad.
Another orgasm and Alicia's power gave way. She would have fallen straight onto her knees if not for Bella still holding her and even then the ecstasy rocking her body was so intense that her footing had become unsteady. Bella only gripped onto her harder to make it easier for her.
But things wouldn't stay easy for long. Finished with eating that ass and still crouched down, Bella said, “Lie down.”
Wordlessly, Alicia complied. She was lying on her back totally naked and it occurred to her how vulnerable she was. Even after everything she had been through. But she didn't have much time to think on it. Not when she saw Bella crawling on over to her.
Then their bodies were joined. Alicia gasped at the intensity of their union. Bella's big knee buckling breasts were moving hard down on her smaller chest, their cunts were moving hard together, and her master was moving deep on her. She had no choice but to give it back.
The thrill of being dominated was rocking her whole body. As she lay there wailing, Bella clasped her padawan's hands and kissed her again. Alicia's tongue whipped back with her mother's in a pure act of love and submission. Before long Alicia wrapped her legs around her Bella's backside and held onto her for dear life.
Alicia had to break the kiss to gasp. She was going to cum again. “I...I love you master!”
“I love you too Alicia!” Then they both shrieked, their bodies shaking and trembling in an act of mutual climax. They were still giving hell to each other, not needing to care about each other's comfort and totally unified in those moments.
They looked at each other again. Both of their faces were flushed and there was a mutual understanding in them. They kissed each other again. The day was still young. And Bella still had so much to teach her.
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Things changed at Jabba's palace after that. At first the Hutt was a little angry to see his general palace in a state of disrepair after all that fighting. But he couldn't be more pleased. With mother and daughter reunited, they both stayed at his palace. The crime lord held no small position of power. The Rebel Alliance was already putting the fight to the empire. It was enough to fight them on one front. But small skirmishes, attacks from the criminal underworld, those were far harder to track.
Things were looking up for Oola too. With Bib Fortuna's death, she had become his new majorodomo. Criminal work wasn't her desired profession, having been kidnapped into Jabba's palace to start with. But under the imperial era, she would take whatever stance of power she had. Nor did she mind her two new lovers, very eager to show her their affections.
And nobody would guess these two were ever formally affiliated with the Hutt's operations. Alicia had finished her Jedi training that night and she would always serve her master. Two Jedi actively fighting against the Empire under the support of Jabba's banner, they were able to put fear to them where an apprentice like Luke and the many other survivors of Order 66 working on their own could not. It would only be a matter of time now before the Emperor would see his throne crumble from under his feet.
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