Aggressive Negotiations

MAIN POV

The day before today there had been a gathering of dancing and mingling between politicians and socialites. It was not an environment you took too. But you often benefited from the delicacies of the food, the tastes of the drinks, and the pleasures you took from some of the women. There was of course your loving wife Padme and your harem members, but it was common that you would bring some of your guests into the bedroom. This time, It was the Pantoran senator Riyo Chuchi, who was riding your cock with Padme right behind her guiding her movements.

The senator had been very enthusiastic to discuss future plans for her colony program with you while at the party. This led to you and your wife inviting her to stay at the palace after everyone had gone home. After a bottle of the most exquisite Pantoran **** and you and Padme’s seducing of the Senator, the business part of the stay was replaced by the Empress and Chuchi making out while you watched. The session was slowly moved to the main bedroom with all articles of clothing removed along the way. Though Chuchi was a little inexperienced, Padme proved to be a remarkable teacher in how to please you.

“Ahhh Fuck Empress...He’s so biiig!” The Pantoran cried.

“My husband is a remarkable specimen.” Padme replied, feeling the Pantorans mesmerizing blue breasts.

Padme slowly lowered one hand to Chuchi’s lower lips. Encouraging the senator to keep pace. All the while you laid back and enjoyed the view. Chuchi rose and fell faster and faster with Padme playing at her cunt.

“Cum for me Chuchi, Cum for my husband.” Padme said.

Soon enough Chuchi cried as she came riding you. The vice grip around your member was soon too much and you joined the Pantoran when you squirt your seed into her hot womb. The Pantoran lost her composure and fell onto your chest. You carefully rolled her off to one side leaving a kiss to her lips to put her to sleep. Padme had taken the opportunity to clean the aftermath from your still hard cock.

“You are one very manipulative politician.” You told your wife.

“Do you not benefit from my skills of persuasion, my love?” She replied in between sucks.

You smirked. “Point taken. This campaign should be no challenge. I will return in no time at all.”

“And when you do, I’ll be sure to make this night of pleasure pale in comparison.”

Padme crawled up your body slowly til her lips met yours. Before this makeout session could continue, your holocommunicator beeped. You broke away to answer it, The image of Juno Eclipse appeared.

“I apologize for...the interruption my lord but the Star Destroyer, Devastator has finished preparations and is ready to depart.” The captain said, trying to hide her arousal at the sight of you and the Empress.

“Very good captain, ready my ship and I’ll--”

Padme grabbed the comms interrupting you. “He’s gonna be an hour late Juno. Maybe more than that.”

The captain adjusted her uniform and nodded at the hint. “Of course your majesty.”

Before you had the chance to protest, Padme set the communicator down and sealed your lips with another round of tongue swapping. At the same time her hand maneuvered your stiff member into her awaiting slit to make it clear that your wife was far from finished. She didn’t even bother turning off the comms, giving the flustered captain a view at the sexual show. By the way Juno’s hands shifted down into her uniform, she was enjoying your passions very much.

The next morning, Imperial Palace Shuttle Bay.

It was a pleasant morning on the capital world of the empire. But it was not one you had time to enjoy. Today was the day you and your acolytes were headed to Tatooine to “negotiate” with the leader of the Hutt clans, Jabba the Hutt. The morning was spent organizing two squads of your royal guard for the mission which included four Sovereign Protectors, the red and black armored veterans of the guard who will pilot their modified TIE Interceptors on the way to Tatooine.

The Star Destroyer known as the Devastator will be your transportation to the system. Loaded with a Division of the 501st, the army that you led during the Clone Wars. While your military was open to volunteers from across the galaxy, you still saw the production of clones as a valuable part of your empire despite objections from some of the Joint Chiefs. A mix of new recruits as well as veterans from the Clone Wars who continued their service to you. On your recommendation, the clones included other templates besides the Jango Fett clones, female templates were also used upon your suggestion as well. All were highly effective and undeniably loyal to your regime.

“I have the shuttle ready for departure my lord.” Said Captain Juno, emerging from the cockpit.

“Is our guest comfortable, Juno?” You ask the captain. Asking about Qi’ra, who you have decided to bring along on the campaign. It was time to convert the sexy agent to your side.

“Sorry we’re late master!” A familiar Togruta shouted. Ahsoka and Barriss walked towards the shuttle.

“Barriss, I hope your visit to Byss was...eventful.” You asked with a smile.

“Indeed my lord. Celeste certainly enjoyed my talents.” Barriss blushed.

The three of you boarded the Lambda shuttle and took your seats in the cockpit. Soon enough the shuttle took off and left the hangar along with your guard escort.

“Ahsoka, What's the report from our spy?” You asked your apprentice.

“Jabba is putting all his best mercenaries in the palace. She told me our reception is not going to be very pleasant.” She reported.

“If he’s not responsible for the attacks, he’s certainly not helping his case.” Barriss said.

“Why allow Maul to use Hutt space to strike at Imperial targets in the first place?” Juno asked while piloting. “Surely he knows that war with the Empire is bad for business.”

You looked towards the captain and smiled. “Juno has a point. Perhaps the Hutts are unwilling participants. No matter what side they choose means certain destruction for them and what power they hold.” You say to them. “But one way or another, Jabba must give way to the new order. Whether he accepts this the easy way or the hard way is his choice to make.”

The ship made its approach to the Devastator’s main hangar bay. Juno folded the shuttle’s wings and landed gracefully.

“Couldn’t have done it better myself, captain.” You complimented Juno.

“You honor me, my lord.” She replied smiling.

“Perhaps you can visit my quarters so I can honor you some more.” you said seductively.

Juno's eyes narrowed slightly, you could faintly hear a moan escaping her lips.

The Lambda shuttle hatch dropped to the floor of the hanger. Upon exiting you are met by the 501st legion stormtroopers filling the hanger bay.

“My Lord, welcome to the Devastator, the ship is now at your full command.” said Captain Tion.

“Very good captain, set a course for Tatooine. Captain Juno, would you care to join me in one hour?” You ask your personal pilot.

“Yes my lord.” She replied. Ahsoka and Barriss look at each other knowingly. The thought of their master undoing the captain's uniform and ravaging her.

A front row seat is all they needed.

Juno POV

Fifty five minutes later, Captain Juno Eclipse waited before her Emperor’s personal quarters, struggling to contain her excitement.

It may have been just a little over a month since he last graced her with his magnificent cock, but it felt like years since the last time she was brought to the heights of absolute pleasure only he could bring her. So, she decided to pass the time by reminiscing about the time they first met…beyond the boundaries of the universe she found herself now.

Her eyes took on a distant look as she thought back on the Battle of Kamino with the clone of the man she had once loved.

The cruel and mechanical parallel version of Vader brought low by Starkiller…

General Kota was urging the extremely powerful **** user not to strike Vader down in anger so that the Republic could put him on trial and then publicly execute him…

The confused, angry clone attempting to kill him anyway, only to be stabbed in the back by a red lightsaber held by a cloaked figure…

The ensuing massacre of rebel troopers that also took Master Kota’s life…

Looking on with horror when she realized that the fierce murderer was another, darker clone of her old love…

And then, her own **** by his hand…

Juno shivered, remembering the darkness that claimed her. But before she could become one with the ****, she was rescued from the beyond.

“By Him,” The Captain thought to herself with complete and utter devotion. “The one and only God Emperor.”

He spoke to her from beyond, his radiance echoing into her mind with full ****. It was worship at first sight. Yes, she knew he was dominating her mind and bending it to his will. Yes, she knew that he had picked her up from across the cosmos more because her beauty had caught his attention and now, he wanted to revive her and make her biologically immortal before bringing her to his home universe so that she could serve his sexual and reproductive needs until the end of time and beyond.

Knowing such trivialities did not matter or made her outraged or horrified. She was now mentally incapable of feeling anything remotely negative about the God Emperor that had brought her back from the dead and made sure old age and injury would never be able to end her again. She could say, with perfect honesty, that she would never be angry at him.

Instead, she felt only joyous that he had picked her and then went through the trouble of resurrecting her in his universe, so that she could be his adoring servant any way he wanted forever. Literally…

And that was as it should be. There can only be one true Emperor of Creation now. And she was about to offer herself to him in ecstatic worshipfulness.

As if on cue, the automatic doors opened.

“Very punctual, Captain,” Her deity said as he looked her up and down and motioned at her to come on in. “It seems I must reward you for that. Do you wish to taste the divine scepter?” He asked you with a look of undisguised lust.

Juno could only moan at that, her pussy lips getting drenched already as she fell on her knees. She would be able to experience the fulfilling joy that comes with servicing her immortal ruler with her heart, mind, body and soul well beyond the time every star in this galaxy flickered and died.

She could not possibly imagine a better fate. And so, she started sucking her emperor hard and deep.

Tatooine Space

The Devastator came out of hyperspace and orbited the desert planet Tatooine. The Lambda shuttle was ready to launch and did so accompanied by the royal guard TIE Interceptors and two troop transports. You and the planet had a long and tragic history and at one point you may have hoped you’d never come back here. But the galactic politics have **** your hand.

“We’re approaching Jabba’s palace now my lord.” Juno said. “I see only a few lifeforms at the gates.”

“Not exactly a red carpet reception then.” Ahsoka said jokingly.

“Tell the transports and the guard to touchdown first, let's not take chances.” You ordered Juno.

She nodded and transmitted to the other ships. The crafts made landings outside the large palace gates. The Stormtroopers filed out and stood vigilant towards the gate. Next came the Interceptors, piloted by the Sovereign Protectors. Landing behind the transports, the Sovereign’s moved in front of the troopers. Finally, the Lambda shuttle touched down, steam shot out from below and the ramp dropped down on the sand laid ground. Royal Guards marched out and cleared a path for you and your acolytes. Your feet touched the sandy ground and distant memories entered the back of your mind before the Empire.

‘All in the past.’ you thought.

The ‘reception’ of Jabba’s palace consisted of a few Gamorrean guards and some Weequay mercenaries. They stood to one side as you and your party approached the doors. A door Droid popped out of the gate and looked directly into your face. Your face expressionless and cold, the Droid beeped and returned to its hiding hole and the giant gate doors screeched to life and slowly opened up.

“Already starting to not like this place.” Barriss said under her breath to Ahsoka. This was her first time being here while you and Ahsoka have been here during the war.

Ahsoka only smirked as you all entered the palace and made your way to Jabba’s throne room. Said throne room was packed with people from all over the galaxy who were on one side. The other side had a band playing and dancers swaying themselves to the music. At the center was the Hutt crime lord himself Jabba. As soon as your entourage entered however, the room fell silent. The occupants stared at you and your guards imposing figures. Ahsoka to your right and Barriss to your left stood vigilant with their Lightsabers within reach. All the while you lowered the hood of your robes to stare at the Hutts face.

“The almighty and illustrious Jabba bids welcome to the esteemed representative of the Galactic Empiiiiirrrreeee...” A protocol droid said in a high pitched voice before one wave of your hand shut the droid off to the shock of the onlookers.

“We will dispense with the pleasantries Jabba and get to the point. Multiple Empire bases have been attacked with the perpetrators fleeing into Hutt space. I want to know who they are.” You spoke sternly.

You felt the tension in the room escalate as members of Jabba’s party shuffled off to corners of the room. This included the band and the dancer girls. A red headed dancer with a veiled face and green eyes was not as panicked as the others and slowly moved to the back of Jabba’s throne.

Jabba himself remained quiet as he studied you with his big Hutt eyes. Then chuckled in a deep bellowing voice.

“Why should I answer a question you already know?” Jabba spoke in Huttese.

“So you're harboring the self-styled Sith Lord in your territory?” You replied

“He is unwanted in Hutt space. But I have no way of stopping his collective.” The Hutt elaborated. “He is hidden on Nar Shaddaa. It is impossible to find him.”

You raised an eye at Jabba. “So you are not in league with Maul?”

The Hutt laughed. “I only provided him sanctuary from the Empire. But not from my bounty hunters.”

The Hutt’s words brought you and your acolytes pause. Maul is trapped on the Hutt moon being hunted by Jabba’s employed hunters. You started to smile and chuckle slightly. Ahsoka and Barriss gawked for a moment at this.

“Mighty Jabba, you are as wise as you are resourceful, the Empire thanks you for this information...and will no longer require your existence.” You spoke nodding your head.

“WAAAH?” was all the Hutt managed to speak before a purple lightsaber pierced Jabba and silenced him. The royal guard made quick work of the mercenaries with their repeating blaster pistols. All that remained standing was you and your forces, as well as your Hutt clan spy.

“I live to serve you, my master.” The red headed bombshell said, kneeling at your feet.

You smirked as you looked at the second woman you summoned forth from the depths of time and space. You ignited your lightsaber before ceremoniously placing it right above her left shoulder

“I am most pleased with your services, Mara Jade,” You assured her as you nodded. “And let none present forget it: this Emperor’s Hand is responsible for freeing Tatooine from centuries of tyranny by Jabba and his slavers. This will warrant a…celebration…later,” You added while moving your imperial lightsaber above her right shoulder, “but for now, all hail Mara the Red Jade, Huttslayer, and Liberator of Tatooine!” You declared as you raised your blade high and proclaimed her new title in a magnanimous tone and motioned at her to rise.

At once, the Great Hall erupted in cheers by your hand-picked soldiers and royal guards. Even Ahsoka and Barriss openly cheered for their attractive, ****-sensitive rival in matters of service and sex.

And for her part, the recently proclaimed Liberator of Tatooine started shedding a few tears of joy as she looked at you with eyes that might as well be beaming with the reflective light of liquid loyalty.

You chuckled, revealing yet again how good it was to be God Emperor.

A/N: co-written and plotted by Forcy. like, Follow, and make suggestions.