Webs Betwixt Stars 11 (Patreon)

I woke up to a dry mouth, an insanely sore dick and balls, and a killer headache. Right, that’s what I got for turning off Body Defense before going on an all night bender. What the fuck did I even do last night? I fell over the side of the bed, hitting the floor with a loud metallic thud.

“Ow,” I groaned, sitting up and pressing my hand against my head. The hangover was hurting worse than the fall did, so I forced myself to my feet and stumbled out of the bedroom to the bathroom. Take care of morning ablutions, down a couple glasses of water, open up the Company Phone, turn Body Defense back on, note the hundred points in the budget, head to the kitche… wait just a second!

I stared at the hundred points in the listing of my current credits. Scrolling down to take a look at the list of purchased perks, I swallowed nervously upon seeing both Information Defense and Trace Defense listed. That… did not bode well.

The phone started to ring, and I gave a yelp in surprise before answering it and holding it to my ear, “Hello?”

“This is the Help Desk, normally we would not be contacting a Field Agent like this, but with the unexpected complications of a completed mission, it was felt that you deserved an explanation,” the voice on the other side said.

“What compli-” I stopped, frozen as a sudden wave of hatred, betrayal, and sheer, unadulterated RAGE echoed through the Force. I had a very strong suspicion that I knew both the source of the wave and why I was receiving the call. “How bad?”

“On account of the emotions that seeing the video of his wife with another man, combined with repeated begging for you to give her the children her husband couldn’t, and the fact that the video lasted for nearly twenty four hours, it was enough to push Darth Vader deeper into the Dark Side. Deep enough that your local version of Vader is now a Tier 7 instead of the Tier 6 that he was,” was the answer.

Well… crap. The Help Desk hung up, and I quickly pulled up the Defenses, grabbing the second rank of Trace Defense. There went half of my available budget, next was to boost up my combat and power options. Soul Talent and Psychic Talent were both immediately purchased, and I stared at the remaining twenty points. I knew I wanted to grab a Template for a member of my Retinue, but I wasn’t quite sure who to buy it for and what Template to give them.

It was a toss up between Padme and Freki at the moment. Freki I was leaning towards either Crawler from Worm, Mouse from Dresden Files, or one of Garmr, Skoll, or Fenrir from Norse Mythology. If I went with Padme, the options that felt right were much, much wider. Just a short listing included: Wonder Woman, Raven, Starfire, or Death from DC, Jean Grey, Storm, or Polaris from Marvel, Ungoliant from Tolkein, Avacyn, Chandra, or Liliana from Magic: the Gathering, any of the goddesses from Dungeons and Dragons or Pathfinder, and those were just the ones off the top of my head.

In the end, I decided on giving her a Template of Ungoliant. Making her a spider themed eldritch abomination with a gift for utilizing some sort of ‘unlight’ and crimes against nature seemed like a good idea, given what her ex-husband was capable of. After that, the plan was for us to book it from Manaan as soon as Stethe came back with the information from the Star Map. I heard that Kashyyyk was rather nice this time of year, and the Wookiees were not fond of the Empire. Which meant they wouldn’t be inclined to sell me out. I hoped.

In the meantime, more research on the Ragnos Sceptre!

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Stethe returned that evening, passing along the data from the Star Map, and the rest of us set off that same night. I had no clue what sort of Force bullshit that a Tier Seven Darth Vader could utilize, but even with the second layer of Trace Defense I wanted to be off-world as soon as possible.

Fortunately, while Kashyyyk was a rather long trip, a full six days through hyperspace, I now had someone else to work and bounce off of in regards to Force training. Jaesa was a lot more skilled at using the Force than I was, unsurprisingly. I was alright at sensing things through the Force and could generate sparks, but that was it. As it currently stood, running around in Spider-Man's body was the only reason I'd be able to keep up with any Force User, Jedi or Dark Sider. Which is how I ended up in my current situation…

“Four to three, your lead,” Jaesa said, straddling my hips, her lightsaber (thankfully in training mode) against my neck.

Let me tell you, Jaesa’s unique power, the one that let her read people through the Force, was a lot more bullshit than the game had made it out to be. Sure, all Force Sensitives had a bit of precognition, it was what made lightsabers such a feasible weapon, but Jaesa’s ability allowed her to fight like Heimdall in God of War: Ragnarok. It was basically on par with my Spider Sense, if not a little better.

That, combined with Force based physical augmentation, made us an even match physically. What ended up determining the outcome of our currently No Overt Force Use spars was who managed to maneuver their weapon of choice into an optimal position first. The web shooters caught her off guard at first, but she was adapting. Her movements became more fluid, almost like dancing, so I adjusted my own to make sure I could counter that. While we were doing that, I took advantage of the times when she wasn't moving too aggressively to try and find weak spots. Unfortunately, there weren't very many of those.

I was starting to get tired, though. Even with my enhanced endurance thanks to being yeeted into the body of Spider-Man combined with the other perks granted by The Company. Jaesa was able to use the Force to replenish her stamina, a trick I was still in the process of figuring out through our spars.

“Well, I have an idea for a way to change up our next spar,” I said with a grin, my hands moving to stroke along her outer thighs. She moaned softly, eyes closing.

Jaesa leaned down, kissing me hard, before pulling back, “I won't say no to a little fun.”

I grinned, my hands moving from her thighs up along her legs to caress her ass, squeezing the firm globes of muscle gently. Jaesa groaned, arching her back slightly, making my cock twitch as her covered womanhood was pressed into my hips. Her lightsaber was turned off and tossed to the side, her hands moving to the front of her Inquisitor robes, undoing the buttons. I moved my hands to her shoulders, helping her remove the garment, revealing the dark gray silk breast bindings underneath.

“You're spoiling me,” she complained cheekily. A wide grin stretched across her face, “Don't stop.”

I laughed, leaning forward to kiss her, my hands traveling up her sides towards her still covered breasts. Jaesa moaned into my mouth, pressing her groin against mine. My tongue slid between her lips, dueling with hers, our tongues swirling together in a dance of lust. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, her tongue sliding into my mouth, her body shuddering as my hand cupped her left breast, massaging it through her bindings.

My hands traveled over her sides, finding the straps holding her chest bound in place, undoing them. Jaesa arched her back, gasping as I worked the straps free, allowing her breasts to spill forth, her nipples erect with desire. My right hand slid down her stomach, finding the laces and latches of her lower robes and undoing them just enough to fit my hand underneath.

She gasped, spreading her knees wider, letting my fingers slip under the elastic waistband of her underwear. I slipped two fingers beneath her panties, tracing the smooth skin of her inner thigh before dipping lower, feeling the soft fur of her pubic hair. Jaesa hissed, pushing herself harder into my hand, her legs trembling as she got close to orgasm. I slipped my hand further down her slit, finding her clit and rubbing it through her pants.

“I am going to give you one orgasm for each of my victories in our spars,” I murmured into her ear. “Only after that, will I give you anything but kisses and my hands.”

Jaesa gave a whine, even as her hips pressed forward, grinding her pussy onto my hand. I felt her juices seep out, wetting my fingers. I moved my lips from hers, licking her neck, tasting her sweat as she moaned into my mouth. My hand continued its slow massage of her pussy, her hips bucking against me, her breath coming faster.

The tips of my fingers brushed against the barrier of her clitoris, her hips bucking against my hand as I pushed a third finger inside her. She cried out into my mouth, her breathing getting ragged, her thrusting becoming erratic as her climax approached. I kept pumping my fingers in and out of her, bringing her over the edge quickly. Her whole body tensed as she came, her hips buckling against me as her breath hitched.

I pulled my fingers from her now dripping cunt, leaving her quivering on my chest, her whole body still trembling. Jaesa bit her lip, looking at me.

“One down, Daddy,” she breathed, affecting an almost youthful inflection to her voice as she gave me a wink.

I smiled, reaching up and stroking her cheek, leaving a trail of her juices as I went, “Three to go, my little girl.”

I slid the fingers I was stroking her with to her mouth, which she eagerly began suckling, licking her own arousal off them.

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“Oh yes, Daddy,” Jaesa moaned, her eyes closed as I fucked her tight little pussy with my cock. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my tight little hole.”

I grunted, plunging into her, her slick insides grasping around me tightly, her muscles clenching tightly. Jaesa's head rolled back, her hips bucking, taking all of my thick shaft within her. She let out a loud moan as I bottomed out inside her, my hips slapping against her ass cheeks as I pumped into her. I pressed harder against the small of her back, pushing her flat onto the floor, prone boning her with every thrust. Jaesa whimpered, her legs shaking as she was taken roughly by my large cock.

Of all my lovers, Jaesa was by far the one who enjoyed dirty talk the most. Case in point, “Yes, fuck me hard, Daddy. You can take your time with me later, but right now, I need this! Give it to me, Daddy. Pound my pussy good. I want to feel your big dick deep inside me! Ohhh...yes, I love it when you do that. Let me feel your seed fill me up, Daddy. Give it to me!”

I moaned, pumping my hips against her, driving my cock deeper into her tight little hole. She took me deeply, moaning loudly as I filled her with my throbbing dick. I leaned down, kissing her neck, running my tongue along her collarbone. I knew what Jaesa liked: roughness, passion, and hot, sweaty sex. I gave her all three, pounding into her as hard as I could, filling her tiny pussy with my thick, long cock.

I reached down, grabbing her thighs, pulling them wide apart as I pounded into her, driving my cock deep inside her again and again. Jaesa was breathing heavily now, moaning loudly as I continued my assault on her tight pussy. I bit down on her shoulder, drawing blood, eliciting another low moan from Jaesa as she dug her nails into my shoulders.

“Harder, Daddy,” Jaesa panted. “Give it to me harder.”

I growled, pounding her pussy as hard as I could, slamming my hips against her ass cheeks. Eager for a change of pace, and knowing she could take it, I pulled out of her, making Jaesa moan needfully. I stood, grabbing her hips and lifting her lower half up until the only part of her on the floor was the back of her head and her neck.

She looked up at me through lust-filled eyes as I lined myself up with her dripping slit and drove my cock back into her pussy. I grabbed both of her legs, locking myself in place as I plunged my cock back into her pussy, taking Jaesa roughly.

“Ahh… ahh… fuck, Daddy!” Jaesa groaned, her voice strained as I began pounding her pussy. I slammed into her, holding her legs up on either side of me as I worked my hips, fucking her fast and hard. Jaesa gasped, her breathing coming out in short gasps as I pounded her pussy relentlessly.

I gripped her tighter, pulling her hips to me as I buried my cock in her pussy, my hips slapping against her as I fucked her. The warm wetness of her insides enveloped my cock, clutching it tightly. I pumped into her, feeling my balls slap against her clit with every stroke of my hips. I was close, so close, and rather unusually for me, I decided to leave whether or not she got pregnant to chance. With a final, rough thrust I rammed my cock into her, burying it to the hilt.

Jaesa screamed, her head pressing harder into the floor as she came, her body spasming beneath me. Her hands grasped at my arms, trying to get her balance. A moment later, she relaxed on the ground, her body shaking as she came down from her orgasm. I kept pounding her, enjoying the sound of her moaning and crying out in pleasure. My strokes became shorter and more rapid, and soon I was cumming inside her pussy.

My hips jerked, my body tensing as I pumped my seed into her. I felt her tighten around my cock just before I shot my load into her. I held her there, slowly relaxing my grip on her legs, letting her slip down onto the floor. Jaesa lay still for a few moments, panting, before finally turning her gaze to me.

“You really know how to fuck, don't you?” she asked breathlessly.

I chuckled, “You have no idea.”