Take her right there in the rain

In an instant, you lean down and seal your lips against hers with a hungry, passionate kiss, completely uncaring of the torrent battering down upon you. Her eyes close eagerly as she meets your tongue with her own in a fierce battle filled with lust. Her hands work quickly, the **** guiding her to the various straps and buckles of your armor. At the same time, your own hands go to the back of her neck to unzip the form-fitting dress that scarcely clothes her if not for the wrappings that encircled her arms and torso. As you drag the zipper down, you teasingly channel tiny bolts of lightning through your fingertips, letting them prick and tickle at her bandage wrapped back. She moans wantonly at your actions as you palms slide enticingly over her shoulder blades, peeling the waterlogged fabric from her shuddering body.

Her hands dive beneath the exposed front of your robes as your armor falls free and hits the durasteel floor with a dull clank, drinking in the feel of your chiseled muscles and sending goosebumps across your skin. Her dress soon follows, falling to the ground in a soaking wet pile of cloth with your armor, leaving her in wrappings and nothing else. Her nipples feature prominently through the thin material shielding them from your gaze.

You lean down and hungrily take a pointed nub into your mouth, grinding it with your teeth in ways that tear howls of pleasure from you Dark Jedi's throat. Struck with lust, Asajj winds her fingers into your hair and grips tightly, begging you to keep pleasuring her. Growling at her demands, you reach forward and grasp her bindings in your clenched fist. An audible tear can be heard over the pounding rains as you rip them free from her body, exposing the pale flesh of her torso for your viewing pleasure. Now with nothing stopping you, you suckle and caress with wanton abandon, your tongue and fingers tracing along the purple lines of her intricate tattoos decorating her sides and navel. Her body shudders and convulses under your touch.

She follows your lead, pulling desperately at your robes until they come lose, then tossing the waterlogged garments aside into a puddle, caring only by your rigid "saber" hidden in your pants.

"Get on your knees and suck me," you order her.

"Yes Master," she complies readily and drops in front of you.

She goes to your belt, quickly undoing the offending garment with ease and yanks down your pants with gusto. She coos with delight as your shaft pops out to meet her, and immediately takes it into her hot, moist oral cavity. You hiss in pleasure as she lovingly sucks you like a devoted ****, taking you deep within her throat and squeezing down upon you with her muscles. No doubt she's done this before. She follows by deliberately dragging her lips along your shaft until only the head remained, her tongue dancing across your sensitive glans. Cocky and playful eyes stare up at you as she works, the Dathomiri taking great pleasure in the sensations she was giving you. Her gaze told you she wanted your cum, wanted greatly for you to blow your load into her mouth.

As your Dark Jedi pet continues her oral service, you can feel the ancient Sith spirits trapped in numerous tombs on Dromund Kaas brewing beneath the surface of the planet. No doubt your arrival had disturbed their centuries long slumber, but you didn't care. All that mattered was the exotic assassin sucking upon you in a frenzy. You can feel the boiling in your balls growing.

"Stroke it, and leave your mouth open," you tell her through gritted teeth.

She obeys with a moan, popping your head free from her mouth as she vigorously jacks you. Pulling her head forward with your hands, you press your twitching tip against her tongue and signal the first volley of seed with a lusty growl. It strongly splashes against her tongue and bounces across her face to get washed away by the rain, her eyes going wide at the taste and volume. Without your prompting, she clamps her lips down upon you so that another drop isn't spilled and sucks out every last drop of your warm, sticky essence.

"That's it, please your Master my darling," you groan huskily as you stroke her shaved scalp.

"I want more, Master," she moans around your head. "I can feel your power flowing into me. Please give me more!"

"Then lie back and spread your legs, my dear apprentice. It's time for your training to begin."

The sight of Asajj Ventress spreading her gloriously long legs for you makes you hard enough to cut diamond. Your eyes drink in the sight as one of her hands works its way under the now loose wrappings of her crotch to stroke her inflamed womanhood. She moans obscenely as you move to mount her, marveling at how firm her hips felt in your hands, and tap your eager cock against her fingers. You can already feel the heat of her cunt washing over you already.

"This pussy belongs to you, Master," she adds huskily. "Use it to your heart's content."

Her middle and index fingers spread those pale lips apart in invitation, revealing sweet pink flesh within. With both her natural juices and the pouring rains aiding you, you angle against her opening and shove inside to the hilt with one, deep thrust. Your shared wails of pleasure are overtaken by a well-timed lightning strike.

"Gods you're tight," you growl against the nape of her neck. "You sweet, Dathomiri witch!"

"So hard... so hot and deep!" she gasps as she rolls her hips against yours. "Give it to me, Master!"

You take a moment to savor this most lewd side of Asajj Ventress, letting her freely grind your head into her deepest parts in a **** effort to pleasure herself. Firm, lithe muscles writhe with erotic undulations, her body coiled like a snake ready to strike at its prey. Such erotic sights and sounds wear your patience thin. With a hiss of pleasure, you piston into her cunt with long deep strokes, her muscles clenching tightly upon you with every exit.

As your thrusts build up in strength and tempo, so too does the unrelenting storm swirling above you. The Dark Side was brewing, emboldened by this passionate coupling you were sharing with a Sith Acolyte. Were it not for your divine powers, you had little doubt they would've utterly consumed you, left to the mercy of the vengeful spirits of Sith Lords long past. They were clawing their way out of their tombs, cold and malicious with a potent desire to posses both your body and your lover's as a means of escape from their eternal torment. You would grant them the release they so richly desired, but in a far different manner than they had planned.

Your musings are briefly broken as Asajj's moans pitch into a crescendo, the Dathomiri woman clawing tightly at her full breasts as her release is rapidly approaching. You quicken your thrusts, eager to join her in that glorious release of ecstasy that will paint her insides white, but at the same time you gather potent Light Side energies within your body in preparation for the inevitable **** from your supernatural adversaries and Asajj, too caught up in the carnal bliss coursing through her, remains oblivious to the bright glow overtaking your body. You surmised they would make their move at the moment of orgasm. A smirk grows on your face; they were in for a rude surprise.

"Master...!" you hear your lover gasp. "Cumming...!"

Mere seconds after the words leave her mouth, Asajj breaks out into full body spasms as a cry of pleasure tears itself from her throat. Her pussy flutters wildly around your thrusting shaft, begging for your brewing load bubbling within you. That's when you felt them, the Sith spirits converging on your location and led by the potent phantom Emperor Vitiate himself.

"You dare desecrate the homeworld of the Sith Empire, intruder!" you hear him hiss through the void. "You will experience the wrath of the Dark Side as penance for your blasphemies!"

"Go back to Hell where you belong, Has Been," you taunt back at him and his posse.

Clenching your eyes shut, you roar your own orgasm as you shove your prick against Asajj's cervix and fire your viscous payload of sperm into her womb. This was followed by the rush of a bright shock-wave bursting from your vibrant body, banishing the storms and searing away the long deceased Sith Lords from existence. You can hear their shrieks of disbelief, terror, and pain as a Holy Fire washes over them, banishing them into the Netherworld of the **** and cleansing Dromund Kaas in a magnificent exorcism.

"Master?!" Asajj cries out in shock from the supernatural phenomena of the exorcism and your raging orgasm. "What are you doing?!"

"This is the Light Side, my dear," you groan as you double over in mind-numbing pleasure. "I've cleansed this planet of the failed Sith Lords who were foolish enough to try and steal our bodies."

"You wha- AHHH!"

Her question is cut off as you jut back into her pussy with another deep thrust of your still spewing prick. Grinning down upon her, you press your hand to her navel and lean down to whisper into her ear.

"The Light Side also brings great pleasure to its champions as well. Now prepare yourself for the longest orgasm of your life."

By far your most favorite technique was Eternal Bliss; the ability to extend your orgasm and your lover's to shudder indefinitely until a conscious decision is made by you to end the spasms. Carnal energy pours into Asajj Ventress and a fresh orgasm tears through her.

"Master!" she shrieks. "Too much! Too good! My mind will break!"

"This... is your second test, my darling," you groan as you pull her up into a sitting position in your lap. "I will fuck you until you pass out. Now please me with your cunt. There is far more sperm waiting to breed you."

Indeed your torrents hadn't stopped, the ground becoming a sticky pool beneath your writhing bodies. Unable to do little else but surrender herself to the unending pleasure of your cock, Asajj Ventress wraps her arms and legs tightly around you and buries her face into your neck, whimpering little declarations of love and worship while you breed her thoroughly slicked walls. Knowing she will bear you strong children, you give yourself over to your own pleasure and lovingly stroke her scalp. You make a mental note to get her to grow her hair out in the coming weeks but as your hips grind against hers in little undulations, you find little reason to care. Asajj Ventress now belonged to you.