Aria's corruption accelerates as she sucks Zax's cock

"I always knew you uptight Jedi bitches were secretly dying for a real man to tame them," Zax sneered, his dick hardening in front of her eyes. "It's in your human blood to submit to the pureblood sith might, isn't it?"

Aria found herself bewitched by the coarse slurs that oozed from Zax's lips, every sexist insult igniting a raw, uncivilized craving deep within her. His vulgar degradation of her value as a female and Sith pureblood supremacy kindled an animalistic desire she had never experienced. She began to see herself as nothing more than a piece of meat ready for consumption, an object existing solely for the pleasure of superior beings like Zax.

She was spiraling down into the abyss of debasement, and the sensation was intoxicating... oh gods…her eyes widened at the sight of him…his manhood…it was her first time seeing one…it was horrifyingly captivating…

Zax's lips curled into a predatory grin. It was the first time Aria had ever been exposed to such a sight, and the vision of its imposing size and veiny texture sent a jolt through her senses. Zax, taking advantage of her shock and curiosity, began to weave his dark influence around her perception. He manipulated the ****, amplifying the musky scent that wafted from him, making it intoxicatingly irresistible.

As Aria crawled towards her new master on her hands and knees, she was assailed by the pungent aroma that clung to him. It was a nauseating mix of musk and sweat, a scent so distinctly male and repugnant that it should have repelled her. Yet, she found herself strangely aroused by this olfactory ****. The very stench that once would have made her recoil now stirred something primal within her, a perverse desire that left her trembling and breathless.

The pungent reek that clung to him no longer stirred within her a sense of disgust; instead, it had become akin to the heady aroma of a supreme predator declaring its reign - an irresistible fragrance that spiked her heartbeat and sent waves of warmth surging to her most intimate areas. This scent, once repugnant, was now the epitome of masculine allure in her manipulated mind, making her feel like the a cat in heat, instinctively drawn to the potent pheromones of an unrivaled beast.His unkept sweat and BO that first made her want to gag now made her want to stick her nose into his folds and inhale.

The once repugnant rolls of his flesh, now seemed to pulse with an intoxicating allure that ignited illicit stirrings deep within her. In the distorted prism of her mind, twisted by Zax's insidious influence, his obesity now became a symbol of his vast affluence and authority. She was struck by a newfound reverence for the privilege to serve beneath the shadow of his imposing bulk. His sweat-slicked skin, a testament to his decadent indulgence, only served to amplify her desire. The stark contrast between their stations in life - him as a wealthy Sith pureblood and her as a humble Jedi Padawan - further fueled her growing attraction. His rotundity was no longer repulsive but irresistibly seductive, an embodiment of power that she found herself inexplicably drawn towards.

Zax watched with predatory satisfaction as Aria grappled with these newfound desires. His grotesque form loomed over her as he reveled in the sight of this once virtuous Jedi Padawan succumbing to the darkness he had sown within her. His smug grin widened as Aria surrendered to him further, lost in the intoxicating freedom of not having to think for herself - a twisted pleasure derived from degradation at the hands of such a repulsive partner.

Aria sat on her knees in front of Zax’s enormous cock. She felt like a kid ready to jump into the pool for the first time. And instead of fear, she was soaked with arousal. She couldn’t wait.

As she took in the intimidating length of him, he subtly pushed his dark energy into her consciousness, associating every sensory detail with an undercurrent of illicit pleasure.The pain at the corner of her lips. Her body’s struggle to breath. She began to associate each one of these experiences with pleasure.

The taste of him was raw and potent in its virility, it held an aggressive dominance that sent shivers cascading down her spine. As she tentatively took her first dick in her mouth, his girth with her mouth, an unfamiliar craving took root deep within her. It felt as if this is what she was made for. She yearned for more of this debasing experience, each new sensation pushing her further from the Jedi teachings she once held dear.

With his cock firmly wedged between Aria's lips, Zax was weaving a tapestry of debasement and fetishes within her mind. He hadn't quite settled on the exact flavor of degradation he desired from his soon-to-be obedient plaything, but one thing was clear: he'd instill an insatiable oral fixation in this former ice queen bitch. She'd yearn for his dick like a baby needs her pacifier. His dark **** powers were remapping neural connections and reprogramming reflexes to align with his base, perverse whims.

The fear and isolation she had experienced just moments before were now being replaced with an illusion of protection, all stemming from the presence of his cock in her mouth. From this point forward, she would equate servicing him orally with an overwhelming sense of security, regardless of how brutally he ravaged her throat. It wouldn’t matter how much drool or cum was covering her chest. It wouldn’t matter if he facefucked her so far she felt like she was going to pass out. Her place was beneath him, serving him - a fact that he would ensure was seared into every fiber of her being.

Underneath Zax's relentless onslaught, Aria was being reshaped into an instrument for his twisted pleasure - a submissive plaything yearning for validation through degradation. His influence had eroded her Jedi principles and was replacing them with a new idolatry: cock is good, master is smart, and i’m a stupid cunt who is nothing without him.

Zax now turned to the actual blowjob Aria was giving. It was incredible for her first time, but he would never let her know that. Zax's initial response was harsh and biting, akin to a stern father berating his wayward child. "You're as clumsy as a newborn nerf," he scoffed, his voice thick with disdain. "If you continue like this, you'll end up another nameless corpse in some back-alley, overdosed on spice or begging for scraps in the gutter." His words were cruel but clear. "If you want my protection, girl, you better start pulling your weight. I'm not running a charity here."

With a surge of his dark powers, he continued to change her. Turning off a gag reflex there. Heightening some pleasure here. His influence wormed its way into the deepest crevices of her psyche, stoking the embers of subservience within her.

A torrent of mortification crashed over Aria, a fierce blush staining her fair skin a vivid shade of scarlet as she recoiled from the intensity of her own feelings. She was terrified that she might disappoint Zax, this monstrous figure who held power and protection in his grotesque hands. Yet beneath all this fear and embarrassment, an unexpected heat began to simmer within her. The realization hit Aria like a bolt from the blue - her stupid female cunty was drenched in anticipation at the prospect of pleasing Zax, of making him experience pleasure at her hands.

For countless years, Aria had pushed herself beyond the limits of any Jedi Padawan amongst her peers. Her sole pursuit? To escape the labels of 'arrogance' and 'pride' that were often tied to her relentless ambition. All she craved was a simple nod of approval from her master - an affirmation forever out of reach. Yet, in Zax's presence, she began to understand that his validation was within her grasp, should she perform well under his tutelage.

This perverse desire pooled between her thighs, soaking through every fibre of restraint she had left. The idea that she could somehow satisfy him stirred something within Aria that both thrilled and horrified her - it was a twisted kind of excitement that made her stomach flutter with forbidden desires. Zax had given her a chance to not be a failure at something and she was going to prove he made the right decision.

With a determined glint in her emerald eyes, Aria steeled herself and pushed her head forward. She aimed to take Zax's monstrous organ down to the base. This would have been a daunting task for the most experienced whore, much less a sexual novice like Aria. The sheer size of him stretched her limits, but she refused to back down, driven by an inexplicable need to prove herself.

Her eyes welled up with tears as the tip of his cock prodded at the back of her throat, triggering an instinctive gag reflex. Saliva pooled in her mouth and dribbled out from the corners of her lips, trickling down her chin in a messy display. Yet despite every alarm bell ringing in her mind, screaming that this was wrong on so many levels, she found herself deaf to their calls."You stupid bitch," she chastised herself internally as another wave of pain flared up. "It doesn't matter if going deeper hurts you: all that matters is that you impress him" Her thoughts were no longer hers alone; they had been tainted by his dark influence.

"You need to make sure he's satisfied," Aria reminded herself with each convulsive swallow around his girthy length. It wasn't about what felt right anymore; it was about satisfying him now - about proving that she could be more than just a Jedi Padawan...that maybe, just maybe, she could become his perfect mouth slut.