The Emperor's Whore

I, Moira Jade, Mara's secret twin sister, awoke to the sound of training droids. I pointed my hand at the unpleasant little ball in vain, which the little ball noted with a certain sarcasm.

• Stop your childishness, Moira. You were not trained by the Emperor and his courtesans for this. Reserve that for others; the Emperor desires your presence.

Conditioned since childhood to respond to her master's desires, even the basest perversions, I felt his body shiver with desire, my innermost being moistened.

I felt my muscles tense, my skin quiver beneath the fine silk of his tunic, my red hair falling over my shoulders, amplifying my sensuality. I slid my fingers along my thigh, tracing a burning furrow where my own obedience both humiliated and inflamed me. The droid ball vibrated impatiently, its **** field crackling as I walked past without even a glance.

The cold flagstones of the palace bit into the soles of my feet, each step a mixture of **** grace and suppressed trembling.

I stood before the door without moving, and it opened with a mournful noise. Emperor Palpatine was on his silent throne. Anxious and excited, I began to move forward, my heart leaped. Palpatine's appearance certainly imposed fear, but for me it was desire. I saw his power, his glory, and my conditioning had altered my vision of beauty.

Each step was a mixture of **** grace and suppressed trembling. The air, laden with thick incense, curled my throat as I crossed the last dark archway, my pupils dilating against the flickering energy candles that cast dancing shadows on the marble walls.

I knelt at the foot of his master's throne, in a submissive position.

• Relax me, my ****, as you know so well how.

I raised my chest, smiled with greed, lifted his tunic to slide my head inside. He spread his thighs, I inhaled his scent, which awakened my desire within me, and darted out my tongue to lick his glans. I rejoiced in my favorite delicacy and in pleasing my master, the emperor and ruler of the galaxy.

My lips closed around him with calculated slowness, savoring every quiver of his skin under my tongue. The salty, musky taste of my master invaded my senses, mingled with the heavy aroma of incense that clung to the air. A hoarse moan escaped his lips, his fingers digging into my red curls to guide my rhythm.

His cock slowly stiffened and grew to a size no one could imagine. Even after so many years, I struggled to hold it between my lips, but slowly I began to move it back and forth, deep inside my throat, at a pace he so loved.

His nails dug deeper into my scalp, and I felt the slight trembling of his thighs against my temples. A trickle of silvery saliva ran down my chin as I struggled to swallow every inch of his burning flesh, my cheeks hollow with the effort.

He increased the pace more and more; it was brutal, his head slamming into my throat with cruelty, but I was there to serve him, to give him what he needed, so that he could rule the empire with glory. I was suffocating a little, but I pushed myself beyond my limits, aided by strength, allowing me to withstand his assaults without faltering.

My eyes watered under the onslaught, but the pain mingled with a dark pleasure, each suffocation a tribute to his power. His hand left my hair to close around the back of my neck, increasing the pressure until my ribs quivered, thirsty for air. A low groan escaped him when my tongue curled around the base, tracing voracious circles where the skin was most sensitive.

I felt his body tense, before releasing his seed down my throat, in a flood that always surprised me, overflowing limitlessly from my throat, my nostrils the corners of my lips.

• Swallow it all or I will punish you for refusing my gift.

Alas, even for a strong-willed person, it was impossible; drops of sperm fell to the floor.

His hips lifted abruptly, forcing his burning flesh even deeper into my recalcitrant throat. A strangled sound escaped my stretched lips, my vision blurring as tears streamed down my burning cheeks. The musky scent of his pleasure permeated my nostrils, mingling with the coppery taste of blood where my teeth had grazed my own lip.