Storm into the academy

You storm down the corridor angered and frustrated at the events that had just befallen you. That Sith slut Loan, using your cock and not even having the decency to let you cum. You made her cum twice, selfish bitch. You revel in the thought of bending her over and filling her wet tight little pussy with your deserving cock. After pounding her into orgasm after orgasm you would turn her into your slut. The pain in your balls makes you angry but you try to control your rage, there is no need for making more enemies by picking fights in the academy. It's your first day and making Sith enemies is not a wise move. Most sith don’t mess around, they would rather kill you than see you become more of a nuisance, you need to calm yourself.

You remember the way she lost control as she sucked your cock. She will be hard to break but soon she will be your toy, not the other way around. This thought makes your cock stir slightly and the pain in your swollen balls brings back your anger. Loan denying your orgasm has filled you full of rage and your muscular body ripples with frustration as you storm through the grand halls.

You confront a small imperial technician that shies away from your gaze and stammers in fear. You suppose that despite your low rank you are still extremely imposing in stature and your anger must be obvious. You wish to reassure him but what’s the point, you’re a Sith you're supposed to be feared. “Direct me to Overseer Tremel’s office.” You speak bluntly with natural authority.

The technician gives you simple instructions then bows as you leave. You move through the cavernous main hall with its imposing angular grey walls and luxurious red carpet. You enter a hall and from behind a supercilious voice checks your progress. “Hey there acolyte, hold a moment.” You stop and turn to see an athletic man walking towards you. He is probably 5ft 10 much smaller than you but he ripples with power and his thin face is far too severe for his age. He drips with a startling unfriendliness and you tense as he approaches. To his side is a large man just shorter than you but evidently extremely strong. You size them up sensing their hostility. They are wearing acolyte suits but their shoulder pads and high chest plates display that they are well into the training and close to becoming Sith.

This may come to blows so you quickly assess your opponents. The big man is strong and broad but he is shorter than you and his reach is therefore less. They do not have lightsabers so your weapons are matched. The smaller man is athletic but cannot be as strong as you, he may be fast but then so are you. You reach out with the ****, they are strong with the **** but you are stronger. You then feel them do the same trying to sense your power with their own. You could simply block their attempts to sense you. But, then they would know that it is you blocking them. Better not to give this away, you are stronger than them with the ****. So instead you hide your sensitivity by providing them with the false confidence that they are stronger than yourself. Two versus one is still a dangerous prospect but you fancy your chances.