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Raxus Prime

The Rogue Shadow soared into the outer reaches of Raxus Prime’s atmosphere, leaving Kazdan Paratus’s mock Jedi Temple behind. Starkiller wondered how long it would be before another shipment of galactic debris knocked it down or buried it under heaps of garbage like the trash that towered all around it. Doing in metaphor what Lord Vader had done in reality, wiping the Jedi out.

Starkiller wondered if it was possible that that… sculpture was the last of the Jedi, and Kazdan Paratus the last believer in their flawed faith. If so, him being the last exemplar of the Order was almost fitting.

Kota had been a threat, a worthy adversary, but the little Aleena had been pathetic, despite his power. Broken by his own cowardice and trauma, killing him had been something of a mercy. And yet, it bothered Starkiller how Paratus had died.

This… this was part of his master’s great work? Finishing off some delusional little creature? Was that the point of accumulating all this power, committing to all this training—so he could end the days of a Jedi coward who’d been doing nothing more than living within the fragments of his broken mind?

Starkiller knew he must prove himself to Lord Vader before he could join with his master in claiming his destiny and removing the Emperor from power… but what about destroying Paratus did Vader find so worthy?

Starkiller retired to his meditation chamber to look over the lightsaber… or light-pike… he had taken from Paratus’s body. He opened it up, hoping to glean some additional insight into Jedi weaponry, but the battle had taken its toll on the device. Whatever it’d been before, it was now like everything else that could be found on Raxus Prime. So much junk.

He pried out the Kyber crystal from the worthless emitter matrix and power conduit, now making the fried innards of the saber almost impossible to distinguish from each other. He focused on the crystal instead—its blue luster so different from the angrily flaring red that powered his own lightsaber. It seemed cooler, deeper somehow, reminding him of Juno’s eyes.

As if he’d called to her, Juno entered the room then. She saw that he’d taken his cumbersome outerwear off, leaving him in a light pair of linen trousers, his body streaked with sweat and grime. Her lips quirked in some kind of amusement and Starkiller thought of how it had felt to have those pillowy lips delighting him. The memory of that delicious sensation made his cock swell in his pants.

“Still carrying around Raxus Prime?” Juno quipped, looking at the Kyber crystal he could only have gotten down there. “I would’ve thought you’d wash it off by now. I want a bath and I just flew over the place.”

“Is that why you came here? Company?”

“Something like that. But I kind of like you dirty.” Juno leaned against the wall opposite where Starkiller was seated on the floor, looking over both him and the light-pike he’d disassembled. Starkiller’s eyes went to her crotch, the curve of her pubic mound gloved by her tight pants. “It’s another long flight back to the Executor. I know you like to keep your mind on the mission, but I thought now you might like to get it off… the mission. And you did promise to return the favor…”

Starkiller’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His welcoming voice now turned crisp and taut. “You can’t expect me to know how to do something like that.”

“Not at all,” Juno said, smiling broadly. “I thought I could teach you—and you could learn how to do it just the way I like it.” She let herself slide down the wall she was leaning on, opening her legs and sprawling them out in a wide vee aimed at her male counterpart. “You seem like a quick study to me.”

She gestured to a mat against the wall—a rare indulgence for Starkiller’s meditation. As much as he and Vader disdained luxury, ruining his knees with hours of meditation on an unvarnished metal floor would not be in their best interests. “Put those under my ass,” she told him. “That’ll make sure you can get to every part of my pussy.”

Starkiller’s brow furrowed, his lips wrinkled almost comically… like he couldn’t believe he was being ordered about by Juno, even in this surreal circumstance. Then, his lips firmed out into a flat line, almost a smirk. With a gesture, Juno’s hips rose into the air. Then another gesture moved the folded mat underneath her ass to cushion her and keep her somewhat angled off the ground.

Starkiller still wasn’t sure exactly where this was going, but it promised the same illicit delights as the blowjob Juno had given him, so he was willing to go along with it. Vader had always been sparing—if not nonexistent—in his compliments. But it seemed perfectly Sith to reward himself for a job well done, and right then, there was nothing Starkiller wanted more than Juno.

Juno unbuckled her belt, then shucked off her trousers, pushing them down until she was able to kick them off her boots. The sudden influx of bare flesh as she was left naked from the waist down except for her knee-high leather boots—it gave Starkiller a heady sensation. His eyes traced her long legs, firm thighs, and creamy white skin as if they held vital information.

“Now sit down beside me,” she told him. “Watch carefully. You may learn just a thing or two…”

Starkiller hardly needed prodding to stare at her pussy spread open before him, hot and glistening with her liquid excitement.

He hadn’t ever really seen a cunt before. He knew what one looked like—his anatomy lessons had been extensive, leaving nothing to chance, the same as the rest of his education. But he’d never… noticed one like he did now.

Juno’s sex enthralled him. He didn’t seem to be able to look away. Though Juno was hardly embarrassed by his scrutiny. She was smiling, enjoying being the one to indulge his curiosity.

“Go ahead. Touch it,” she encouraged him.

Starkiller’s eyes drank in how lovely her womanhood looked. He saw her quivering pink labia, how its lips glistened with her juices. He stared at the throbbing opening that the rest of her groin centered around and the slickness that trickled out of it to sparkle in the light.

He followed the slit of her pussy up until he saw the tiny pink bud, marking the top of her sex. It was quivering and sticking up stiffly, as if demanding attention. He didn’t know what it was—he reached out with his fingertip to touch it.

“What’s this?” Starkiller asked. “Is it important?”

Juno chuckled. “Well, at least you’re honest. That’s my clit. Play with it some. See what it does.”

Starkiller fixed her with a stare. “If this is some kind of trick—” he began dangerously.

“For kriff’s sake, Starkiller, does it look like I’m setting a trap for you?”

Starkiller tickled the little hill of flesh with his fingertip. He felt wild trembling inside it. He rubbed a little harder and Juno’s pussy began to cream, running with trickles of her lubricating juices. He pulled and played with the tiny button until Juno’s face was red, her lips parted to let out a series of soft moans.

“Mmmm, that’s right,” she gasped. “Making me so hot…”

Starkiller could see her juices flooding her sex. He kept teasing her clit and she moaned lustfully, her voice quivering with every little twist and pull at the tiny bud. Starkiller bowed down to get a closer look at her pussy. He smelled the wild, sweet scent of her. His mouth started watering.

He leaned in even closer, feeling his erection throb just from the smell of her. Then he thought of burying his face in that lustful wetness and his cock felt even harder, even more full of life. Her luscious smell was pulling him closer and closer to her womanhood.

Starkiller was so captivated by her sex, he didn’t even realize what he was doing, didn’t process his urge to nuzzle his mouth into the promised taste of Juno. Before he could think about it, his tongue shot out and ran up Juno’s steamy slit, all the way to her throbbing clitoris.

“MMMMM!” Juno sighed. “That’s it! Eat me! Lick me all over until you get my hot cream!”

Starkiller didn’t waste any time questioning her idea. His tongue ran out over her warm pink button. He sucked it between his wet lips and Juno gasped, trembling violently around his head, clenching her thighs on it and then spreading her bare legs wide apart.

“Oh yes!” she cried. “YES! EAT MY CUNT!”

Starkiller used his teeth on her little clit, applying more and more pressure, yet trying ever harder not to hurt her. The paradox entranced him; a fitting way to touch something so hypnotic.

He judged she couldn’t take anymore and instead lashed her button with his tongue. Her cunt released another gush of her tasty cream. Starkiller moved his tongue down to lap it up, smacking his lips eagerly at the delicious taste.

“It’s good,” he exclaimed in wonder. “You taste good, Juno… I like it…”

Juno giggled. She knew how tasty she was. Now she wanted to find out if Starkiller was the same.

“Turn around,” she told him, gesturing at him as if she could jerk him around with the Force. “It’ll be more fun if we do it together. Just try not to come until I do.”

With each word she spoke, Starkiller felt her hot breath on his manhood. She was panting with excitement, the exhales hitting his balls, the heat pushing through to his roiling semen. His scrotum, all of his crotch, ached fiercely with need. He couldn’t wait to feel her hot, wet mouth embrace his hard prick all over again.

With Juno rearranged over him, picking at his trousers to get the fly out of the way, Starkiller drove his hips forward. His huge erection pushed into her slippery throat and Juno moaned deliriously, happy to have it.

All while she had been taking his cock out for her to suck, Starkiller had been working at her cunt, whipping her clit with his tongue. Showing her just what a quick learner he was—that no amount of experience on Juno’s part would be able to overcome his native power. She’d have to really exert herself if she wanted to stay on top of him.

Juno sucked him eagerly, caging his fervent arousal with her teeth and lips, then slurping at and gulping down everything he had given her, all she could take. She pulled his cock into her throat until she felt the heat of his balls against her face.

Starkiller kept tonguing her little clit. He moved it from side to side, jabbing it with the tip of his tongue. Then, with the flat of his tongue, he firmly pressed down on it, savoring the pleasured shivers he felt going through Juno’s body. He knew he was satisfying her. He wondered if he was pleasuring her as much as she was getting him off.

Juno grabbed his ass and pulled herself down hard to his groin, jamming his member as far as it could go into her narrow throat. She rolled his balls in her hands and sucked greedily at the drops of precum that escaped from his glans.

Starkiller fingered Juno’s cuntlips, spreading them out even further, letting him rub his entire face into her pink sex as his tongue pushed into her, explored her, ran through her from the floor of her cunt to the stiffened point of her clit.

Juno rewarded his attention, attacking him even more passionately. She pitched her mouth wildly up and down Starkiller’s length, showing him how much she appreciated the job he was doing of eating her out. As her lips gulped down his stiff cock, she made muffled sounds of enjoyment—delighting in both how Starkiller was tonguing her and how his prick felt in her mouth.

Starkiller was so aroused, enjoying himself so much, he was barely aware of what he was doing. Blind instinct alone guided him. He felt Juno kissing, suckling, milking his cock and it throbbed wildly for her. It needed her. It needed the sheer desire she felt for it.

He slipped one finger into Juno’s tight little asshole and held her pinned to his lapping tongue. She squealed with pleasure, both of them wild with the pleasures of eating and being eaten.

Starkiller felt the stirring and pulsing he had known before in his swollen balls. He knew he was going to come, just like the last time Juno had wrapped her mouth around his lance. He was just about ready to erupt when she pushed them apart.

“Give me your cock!” she gasped. “Fuck me! Fill my cunt up! Fuck the hell out of me, until I come!”

Starkiller didn’t even bother to wipe her creamy lust off his face. He again followed the insistent voice of his instincts, his urges, and covered her body with his own. He plunged his hard manhood into her hot pussy, jamming it into her so fiercely that all of it felt the softness of her cunt, all of it was hilted inside her.

“Oooooh!” Juno wailed. She couldn’t believe how hungry her cunt was for this treatment. It squeezed and rippled around his erection like it was starving for his cum. Her whole body clenched lustfully, delighted to finally have cock.

She hadn’t realized how horny she was until now, when her lust was starting to be sated. Her last lover hadn’t been so long ago, yet she felt like an addict, looking down at Starkiller’s prick as it plunged and slamming into her clenched pussy.

Juno suddenly laughed at the irony. Vader had given her this assignment as a punishment for what had happened on Callos. Well, she was being punished alright. And loving every minute of it.