It stops... eventually

You don't know how long you were trapped in that state of perpetual orgasm. Hours? Days? Time seemed to blur as your torturous pleasure carried on. By the time the last few dribbles of cum finally subsided, you were barely conscious and your dick felt downright painful to the touch. You hissed loudly as you pulled it free from Shmi's utterly battered pussy. The poor thing whimpered in her sleep from your exit.

The both of you still sat in the tub, your skin completely waterlogged from the extended stay. It was a wonder the drain hadn't clogged from the sheer volume of spunk you had discharged. Thankfully, your God powers seemed to have been functioning properly again as you banish away the troublesome aches and pains from your body and your lover's. As the energy washes over you, you notice Shmi finally waking.

"****, what was that?" she said raggedly.

"A feedback loop of pleasure," you explain. "Every time you came it restarted my orgasm, and you were cumming constantly."

"I'm... I'm sorry..." she apologizes with a deep blush, but you wave her off.

"It's no fault of yours. If anything, it's mine for not pulling out," you say with a chuckle.

She reciprocates with a giggle of her own and she pats your chest.

"Well then I guess I finally did satisfy you after all."

"You've probably done more than just satisfy me this time around," you quip back with a wry smile. "I don't even want to think about sex right now."

"Sure you don't, at least until you find another pretty thing to stick with this cock," she purrs as she gives your clearly limp shaft a playful squeeze of her hand. "Just don't forget who came first in this little harem of yours."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Now let go, I have work to do."

Shmi gives you sweet kiss on the cheek as you step out of the tub. With a wave of your hand, you dry yourself and a fresh change of clothes emerges from the cabinet to dress you. Repairing long destroyed space factories, cleansing a Sith world clean of the Dark Side, and extending an orgasm far beyond the limits of a typical imagination were all impressive feats of your powers, but there was just something about these small, parlor tricks of convenience that made you appreciate your new station in life.

As you find yourself once more dressed in your robes and armor, you reach out with your feelings and search for your new apprentice. To your surprise, you find that she's not in your chambers where you left her. Frowning, you extend your search throughout the entirety of the station itself until you find her walking amongst the countless assembly lines within Star Forge. In a flash, you vanish from your bathroom and reappear behind your unwitting apprentice.

"Decided to take a little stroll?" you ask her curiously, but rather than jump out of her skin like you'd expect, she merely glances over her shoulder with a small smirk.

"You can't just expect me to sit around all day listening to you ravage your concubine, can you Master?" she asks coyly. "I thought it would never end."

"Neither did we, all things considered. So what do you think? Are your new accommodations acceptable?"

She puts on a contemplative expression.

"Hmmmm, I'm not sure. I do miss my palace on Rattatak, but I suppose this station can grow on me. The **** flows through here strongly, as if it was this factory's very heartbeat. I can feel it resonating through me. Although... if it's all the same to you, I would prefer some quarters of my own."

"Done."

Asajj smiles and turns fully to face you. With a slight sway in her hips, she steps forward and drapes her arms over your shoulders.

"Powerful, generous, and a fantastic lay. How did I get so lucky to have such a Sith as my Master?"

You oblige her praises with a strong and passionate kiss. She moans hungrily into your mouth and presses her body even closer to yours, but this moment of indulgence doesn't last for long. Soon enough, you break the kiss much to her disappointment. After all, you had work to do.

"We can continue this later. For now, I have an assignment for you."

"What is thy bidding, my Master?" she asks with a respectful bow, the mood now set.

"With the Clone Wars in full swing, I will need agents throughout the Galaxy to spread my influence. You shall be one of them."

You teleport the pair of you to the Observation Deck where you have a large, holographic map of the Galaxy on display. Numerous lines in red, blue, and yellow cut across the known regions, signifying the various fronts of the war and who controlled which sectors. You highlight one specific planet and command the display to zoom in.

"This is the planet Lotho Minor, a junkyard world in the outer rim but more importantly, the refuge of a long forgotten servant of Darth Sidious. Your task is to retrieve this fallen assassin and take him to the planet Dathomir to be healed."

Asajj crosses her arms in thought.

"What use will a broken assassin be to us? More importantly, you've singled out Dathomir as if it has some specific significance."

"The assassin known as Maul is the son of Mother Talzin, the Matriarch of the Nightsisters. Showing that he has not only survived but been abandoned by his former Sith Master will cement her loyalty to me. They both will thirst greatly for **** against those who have wronged them, both the Jedi and the Sith. Your first lesson as my apprentice Asajj is to never dispose of a tool when it still has its uses."

"I shall do as you command, Master," she concedes with a bow.

"To complete this mission, you shall have a ship to call your own, one I believe you will find to be most satisfactory."

You smile at her curious expression and promptly teleport the pair of you to one of numerous hanger bays in the Star Forge where you have kept a most important gift waiting for her.

"This my dear is the Fury-class Imperial interceptor, a favored vessel of Sith warriors during the old Sith Empire, now upgraded with all the modern features needed to rival present day ships. May it serve you well."

Asajj circles the craft in awe, reverently palming its landing gear as she approaches the docking ramp.

"This is such a magnificent craft, and this is mine to keep?"

"It combines the speed and agility of any starfighter with the armor and firepower needed to contend with most cruisers and frigates, but be cautious. For all its strengths, it still can be shot down by any well placed blaster bolt or turbo laser round."

"You honor me with your generosity, Master."

"Spend some time getting familiar with her. You will find a fully up-to-date navigational computer, crew and personal quarters, a full stocked kitchen, a medical bay, ample cargo space, and a lounge. I have also included a personal protocol droid to assist you with the more mundane tasks of cleaning and maintenance, as well as 100,000 credits stored away in your personal vault to aid with any expenses you may come across during your mission."

"I understand. When shall I depart?"

"You shall leave immediately. Time is against us as Mother Talzin is no secret to Darth Sidious, and a man such as he will not suffer any rivals. Do what must be done to aid in Maul's capture, my Apprentice. He is a red-skinned zabrak with black body-covering tattoos. I expect you to contact me once he has been retrieved and you're en route to Dathomir."

"Perhaps my Master can bless me with a goodbye kiss? For good fortune?" she asks as she flutters her eyes at you.

"Insatiable, aren't you?" you can't help but chuckle as you pull her in close.

"I have only you to blame," she purrs as she seals her lips against yours.

Before long, you watch from the Observation Deck with approval as Asajj Ventress departs the Star Forge in her brand new vessel. In a flash, she disappears into Hyperspace to recover the maddened zabraki warrior. His utter hatred for Obi-wan Kenobi, the Jedi who maimed him, will be the perfect tool to use against the Republic as an agent of chaos and distraction once your fleet is manned and ready for battle. More importantly, the Nightsisters will be forever grateful for the returning of a Nightbrother back to their fold as well as the means to defend themselves when Sidious to returning and tie up loose ends.

As you contemplate your next move, surprise graces your features when a mighty capital ship warps into view.