Through Passion, Strength Pt. 2 (Star Wars) (Patreon)

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Themes: Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Tsundere

Summary: Part 2 of Through Passion, Strength. His Master's latest task had been a blatant test of control. Not self-control, mind you - control of Myra, who had been given an excellent opportunity for an assassination attempt. If she'd wanted to take it, he might very well have died... but in the end, she'd not even hesitated to have his back. He had been pretty damn sure he could trust her... but that did not mean she did not deserve a reward.

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Once again Calin finds himself entering his quarters in silence, with Myra right behind him. The Mirialan Slave doesn’t hesitate to drop to her knees at the foot of his bed, just like she always does when they return here, no matter how often he asks her not to.

With a sigh, Calin steps over to her and reaches down, freeing her from the Force Suppression Collar around her neck. She lets out a soft sigh as he does so, before watching him with lidded eyes as he sets the collar aside.

“… Please stand up, Myra.”

The Sith Apprentice watches as she does so with a frown, her hands immediately going to the hem of her top, like she’s anticipating an order to strip at any moment. But he stops her for the time being, holding up a hand to halt her actions.

“… We need to talk about what happened today, Myra.”

Frowning harder, Myra looks down at herself for a moment before looking back up.

“Was my performance not satisfactory, Master?”

Calin scoffs at that.

“Your performance was amazing Myra, as you well know. I’m not sure I could have completed today’s mission without you. Darth Noctu wasn’t messing around today. In fact, I believe today was a test more than it was a mission. She was testing not just me, but you as well. She was testing whether I had control over you.”

Myra just lifts an eyebrow at that, making it clear she’d caught on as well. But she doesn’t say a word. Sighing, Calin runs a hand down his face.

“… You and I both know you had ample opportunity to betray and kill me today, Myra. And if you’d done so, you would have likely become Darth Noctu’s apprentice in my place. Treachery is the way of the Sith, after all.”

Myra hums… and then steps forward. Calin tenses as she reaches up and places a hand on his chest. Then… she gives him a coy smile.

“I suppose it’s good that you have complete control over your slave then, isn’t it Master?”

Calin huffs, because they both know that’s not true. The only reason he even lets her use the title ‘Master’ in private like this is because she has to use it outdoors… and technically he is her Master. Not her Slave Master, but her Sith Master. Even if he himself is still an apprentice and nowhere near a Darth in his own right, he’d promised Myra that he would teach her everything Noctu taught him. That he would raise her up as a Sith right alongside him, even if it took their entire lives.

For the last few months, Calin had been true to his word. And even now, he had no intention of going back on his plans. He cared about Myra… he cared about her a lot. He was just surprised that the connection seemed to go both ways. It was one thing for her to let him spare her life by pretending to enslave her so they could both survive. It was another entirely for her to pass up an opportunity to replace him altogether though.

“Seriously Myra. You could be Darth Noctu’s Apprentice right now. And yet…”

Myra looks off to the side with a scoff.

“You overestimate my chances, Calin. Even if I did take advantage of one of the opportunities Noctu provided, I would have still been expected to complete the rest of the mission on my own with a Force Suppression Collar on if I wanted to be able to claim your spot and become her Apprentice. Besides… I already have a teacher.”

She looks back to him with those last words, glaring at him as if daring him to call her out for her sentimentality. Calin can’t help grinning just a little bit, which makes her glare intensify. But instead of calling her out, he just shakes his head.

“I see. It was all just purely pragmatic, is that right?”

Nodding decisively, Myra huffs.

“Yes. That’s right.”

“Hm. And if I wanted to reward my slave for doing such a good job anyways?”

Myrra narrows her eyes and pushes against his chest with a very light Force Push, enough to send him back a step away from her.

“All that this unworthy slave did was her duty to her Master. She deserves no reward.”

“… Is that so?”

“It is. If anything, her Master should consider using her to satisfy his own pleasure in a greater variety of ways. After all, even now, you haven’t made full use of your slave.”

What? It takes Calin a second to figure out what Myra is talking about. Once he does, he can’t help but blink at her blankly for a moment. The Mirialan wanted him to… do that to her? Seriously?

But Myra just stares him down, half-glaring and half-watching as she waits for him to make the next move. Tch, it was annoying that she couldn’t just say what she meant sometimes. But at the same time, he understood why.

He would just have to go slowly and give her ample opportunity to object.

“Alright then. Strip.”

“As my Master commands.”

When Myra moves her hands back to her shirt, Calin stops her again, however.

“No hands. Use only the Force.”

Myra gives him a look, but he just smiles.

“There’s no reason we can’t do two things at once, my willful Apprentice.”

That causes the green-skinned alien woman to color just a little bit, and huff some more. Still, she does as she’s told. Raising her arms over her head, she gives Calin quite the show as her top steadily climbs up her body and off of her via only the power of the Force. Then, she does the same with her leggings, pulling them down over her hips and shapely behind. Her shoes come off first and then the bunched up leggings follow.

She doesn’t have anything else under that, so she’s already naked before him. Nodding, Calin does the same with his own pants, though instead of taking them off all the way, he merely opens them up and pulls his cock out, purely with his mind.

“Kneel.”

As Myra does so, he steps forward, bringing his dick right in front of her face. She goes to open her mouth, but he stops her once again.

“Use your tits. But hands behind your back. I’m sure you can figure it out from there, Apprentice.”

Myra gives him a hooded look at that, but still obeys. Her arms clasped behind her back, she concentrates for a moment and then rises to her full kneeling height even as her beautiful, bountiful breasts lift up into the air seemingly like they have a mind of their own. Her tits wrap around his cock and her breath hitches as she begins to slowly slide them up and down his member.

Soon enough, Calin is rock hard and at full mast, which means that the top of his dick is poking out from between her green breasts. Looking down at his member as she concentrates on the completely mentally powered titjob, she has to dodge his cockhead smacking into her chin for a few moments before he finally speaks again.

“Now you may suck on it, Apprentice. That said, I would focus on producing as much drool and saliva as possible. You’re going to want to make sure I’m well lubricated for what comes next.”

Myra freezes up and glances at him for a second… before hurriedly getting back to work. Yeah, there’s no way she doesn’t know what he’s planning now. He wasn’t exactly being subtle, even if he didn’t say it out loud. But then, she was the one to bring up the idea first without being willing to say it out loud, so he figured turnabout was fair play.

Her enthusiasm, disguised as it is, along with just how much slobber she manages to coat his cock and her breasts with, makes it clear she’s excited even if she won’t admit it. She wants this just as much as he does. Actually, she clearly wants it more than he does because she’s the one who thought of it.

‘Full Use’. He’d used her mouth and cunt. He’d suckled at her tits, cuddled with her body, and largely used her for his pleasure just like she’d said he had to. He’d also made sure that she enjoyed every last second of the experience. Sure, outside of his quarters they had to keep up appearances, but inside his quarters she was as free as he was. Or rather, she was allowed to be as free as he was.

Myra still insisted on playacting most of the time, like now. Demanding he make ‘full use’ of her. Pah! As though Darth Noctu cared whether he fucked his ‘slave’ in the ass or not. Obviously she didn’t… but apparently Myra did.

“I’d say that’s enough. We’re ready for the main event. Go over to the bed and bend over it.”

“Yes Master.”

Rather than stand up, Myra simply shuffles away from him and his cock, crawling over to the bed on just her knees with her arms still clasped behind her back. As she bends over the bed, the Mirialan also lifts her ass up into the air, nice and high. And then, right before his eyes without any prompting on his part, Myra uses the Force to spread her own green ass cheeks nice and wide, revealing her puckered anus ready and waiting between them.

If that wasn’t confirmation that this was precisely what she’d been angling for, Calin didn’t know what is. Nor was he going to hesitate any further because the longer he did, the more her drool and saliva would dry upon his cock. Moving forward, he crouches behind Myra, his hands going to her hips and then under so he can lift her up a little further.

As she arches her back for him while spreading herself nice and wide, Calin uses the Force on himself to guide his cock right to her entrance and begin pushing in. Myra moans as Calin groans, both of them focusing on the sensations as his cock slowly but surely stretches her anus nice and wide, filling her bowels inch by inch with its length.

“Fuck Myra… you’re so fucking tight back here…”

“I-It’s my first time. Never… never had it b-back there before.”

It’s a little surprising how much that surprises him. Why was she so set on having him fuck her ass if she’d never done this before? The sexual deviant… tch. Calin shakes his head in a mixture of amusement and bemusement, even as he slides a couple inches deeper into her backdoor before finally starting to pull back out. He stops just shy of popping his cockhead free of her exit however, instead choosing to thrust back in after a moment’s respite.

Myra’s moaning reaches new heights as he begins to fuck her ass properly. The Mirialan is still keeping her arms clasped behind her back, but her fingernails are digging into her own flesh now. At the same time though, she’s pushing back against him and clearly enjoying herself, even perhaps the discomfort. After all, pain was an old friend for any Sith, even an Acolyte-turned-Slave who only had an Apprentice for a Master to teach her what she needed to know.

The Dark Side whirls around them and Calin feels his possessiveness for Myra growing. She’s his. His slave, his property… his woman. She had ample opportunity to buck that today. See, her excuse about being screwed on the mission if he died didn’t really hold water when you thought about it for much longer, considering that one of her best opportunities for killing him had come near the end of the mission itself.

She could have betrayed him, left him to die, and retreated to the shuttle with the artifact they’d been sent to retrieve since he’d left it in her safekeeping so his hands would be free. Instead, she’d thrown down a rope and helped get him to safety.

To say that he overestimated her was just a big fat lie… but it wasn’t one Calin was inclined to call her out on. Especially as Myra begins using the Force to flex and clench her anal muscles beyond what she might have been able to do with enough physical conditioning.

A groan leaves Calin’s lips and he leans over her arched back for a moment to catch his breath… before fucking her ass all the harder, growling into her ear as he molds himself to her body and wraps his arms around under her to grab and squeeze at her breasts. The sudden onslaught of sensations has Myra squealing and bucking beneath him, until she tips over the edge and experiences her first ever anal orgasm at his hands.

He doesn’t stop there, of course. He keeps fucking her ass with reckless abandon, leaning into things fully as he sucks at her neck. Submissive and obedient as ever, Myra tilts her head to the side to give him better access, even as she whimpers and whines and mewls almost directly into his ear.

All good things come to an end though, and after fucking her through another half a dozen anal orgasms, Calin can’t hold back any longer. Especially not with Myra using her mind and the walls of her anal passage to milk him for all he’s worth. Finally, he tips over the edge, his weight both physically and mentally bearing down on Myra as he cums in her ass.

Fortunately, he’s all but blanketing her in the Force as well as his body, because Myra’s resulting squealing climax also leaks into the Force and if he hadn’t been positioned to smother it, someone in the Sith Temple might have felt it and begun to wonder why she wasn’t wearing her Force Suppression Collar.

Instead, Calin is able to contain their shared ecstasy, and if anyone was paying attention, all they would feel was his smug satisfaction as he took advantage of his Mirialan Bed Warmer once more.

Panting heavily, he holds Myra for a second longer before finally pulling out of her ass and carefully dragging himself off of her body. Then, seeing her panting and laying there face down on the bed still on her knees, Calin huffs and picks her up entirely, pulling her back against his chest as he lays down on his side.

Myra squeaks at being manhandled but doesn’t complain. Instead, she wiggles for a moment and presses herself back against him, even as she keeps her arms clasped behind her back.

“You know you don’t have to restrain yourself anymore, right Myra?”

“… Yes Master. It’s good practice.”

Calin raises an eyebrow at that before snorting and shaking his head. Truly, Myra could be such an enigma at times…