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Knights of the Lewd Republic (Chapter 4)
🕑 Added 2023-09-30 00:17:34 +0000 UTCHeyyo my awesome patrons! Here it is, the KOTOR chapter with more lewd Bastila! *Sigh* If only we could have seen a Bastila like this in the actual game lol. If that was the case, then I would have chosen the Dark Side ending every time! But anyways, I hope you all enjoy this and I apologize that this took a while.
I will be posting another poll, probably another one with new ideas similar to the Naruto/Tsunade idea that won. So look out for that!
Disclaimer: All characters who participate in lewd or sexual acts are above the age of consent.
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Ever since arriving on the Sith home world, Vanar could feel the aura of the dark side clouding his senses. With every step he took inside of the Sith academy, there seemed to be a shift in gravity, as if he was being crushed by it, like the planet was trying to suffocate him. Carth had spoken true when he mentioned about the paranormal horrors that existed on Korriban. It seemed like that, no matter where he was, Vanar was being watched, like the ghostly spirits of old Sith Lords were silently judging him, biding their time until they could strangle the life out of him.
Crazy as it sounded, Bastila felt the same as he did, which alleviated himself of potential insanity. Every night, the Jedi woman held fast onto his body, her magnificent bosom pressing snugly against his arm. Each time she did so, he couldn’t stop from getting an erection. As if she could sense it, Bastila was quick to drain him dry, whether by mouth, using her breasts, or taking him into her cunt, uninhibited and raw. The woman was insatiable, like the planet was warping her carnal needs and corrupting the once pure, religious knight. Then again, perhaps he may have had something to do with it as well. Not once had he ever spurned Bastila’s affection nor lustful caresses, instead encouraging them and returning them in kind.
Today was like any other, both himself and Bastila were tasked with yet another task to show their devotion to the Sith ideology. Recitation of the entire Sith code. That was the most recent mission to undertake, in order to ensure that either he or Bastila impressed Master Uthar, the headmaster of the Sith academy. In front of Yuthura, their new master of the Dark Side arts, she watched them with an intense glare as they recited the Sith code.
Together, the pair uttered, “Peace is a lie. There is only Passion. Through passion, I gain Strength. Through strength, I gain Power. Through power, I gain Victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.” Once they finished, they heard a lone clap echo from within Yuthura’s room.
“Excellent, if a tad lacking in passion behind the words, but it will do.” The Twi’lek had made sure to keep her eyes on Vanar and his slave. Their powers had far more potential than any of the other trainees that roamed the halls of this prestigious academy. While some were more vicious and bloodthirsty, they lacked the skill that would turn them into becoming Sith lords. There was something about the human male that intrigued her. Beneath the resounding light that all Jedis annoyingly contained, there also seemed to reside a pit of darkness, biding its time…almost as if it was waiting to awaken. Moving closer to him, Yuthura coyly brushed her fingers against the broad shoulders of Vanar, noting the possessive snarl coming from Bastila. “I shouldn’t be surprised that my favorite prospect of the year managed to learn the Sith Code in such a short amount of time. You’d be shocked by how some trainees struggle to remember past the second line.”
“No, I wouldn’t. Why just yesterday I saw some imbecile staring down the barrel of his lightsaber, trying to find the on switch.” Vanar had to help the poor fool before he lasered a hole straight through his head. There had been a darker part of him that wanted to leave the idiot to his fate, but knowing how Bastila would react, decided to do the good thing. “What surprises me is how you can tolerate such fools without bursting a blood vessel.” A loud cackle came from the Twi’lek at his sardonic response.
“Aha! A question I ask myself far too much.”
Bastila remained silent, glowering towards Yuthura. Yet she did not say a word, knowing what Vanar had planned.
Vanar glanced towards his lover, sensing her jealousy burning beneath the surface. Doing his best to reassure her with a look, wordlessly expressing his undying admiration for her, it seemed to settle her down. Yuthura was Uthar’s right hand, one that hoped to usurp him and take control of his academy. She’d told him of her secret plot on the third day of their arrival, calling it a “once-in-a-lifetime opportunity” as she put it. The Twi’lek hadn’t left him any traversal for refusal, and so he accepted if only to better get into her good graces. That, and she wasn’t bad on the eyes either, as her sultry voice only added to her charm.
According to Yuthura, with her help there was no doubt that he would be the one whom Uthar would choose to become a Sith. Once enough prestige was granted to Vanar, Uthar would take him into the Valley of the Dark Lords to the tomb of Naga Sadow to administer the final test. There, assuming Bastila was barred from entering alongside him, Yuthura and him would be alone with Uthar, where the Twi’lek planned a “change in leadership.” But that mattered little to him. No, deep down in the tombs where Darth Revan and Darth Malak visited years ago lied the Star Map that him and his crew needed to find the Star Forge. Apparently reaching that map was the final test to becoming a Sith, which was more than enough of a reason to embark on his path deeper into the Dark Side.
What surprised him the most is how Bastila seemed to attune herself to the Dark Side. At first, he expected some amount of resistance, but seeing her clad in that skimpy attire that left little to the imagination, Vanar had to admit…the Dark Side looked good on her. While this change wasn’t permanent, he at least hoped her new wardrobe would be. His eyes drifted down towards her plunging cleavage that her Sith robes allowed to be ogled by all. He saw the glint of a smirk perk up around Bastila’s lips, knowing she’d caught him staring again. Quickly, before Yuthura noticed, he turned his attention back to the Twi’lek.
“Yuthura.”
“Hmm? What is it, my handsome protégé?”
“You know, as I laid in bed the night prior, after making sweet and passionate love to my slave, I found myself wondering about you. Your past remains a mystery to me, a man whom you’ve entrusted a serious task to undergo. The last time we spoke you had mentioned being originally from Sleheyron. A slave to a cruel master, a Hutt, if I recall.” Vanar saw Yuthura’s posture shift at the mention of her past, especially her former master. “I was just curious to know more, if you’d tell me.”
“Yes, I did. However, I also said that you didn’t need to know more. Why are you asking?” Yuthura bristled. “You seem quite curious about my past for a simple initiate. I’ve never had a student like you try and prod such useless information out of me before. If blackmail is what you’re looking for, then you’ll be sorely disappointed.”
Vanar shrugged in response, trying his best to remain as aloof as possible to ease suspicion. “I just would like to know more about you, that’s all. You…intrigue me.” He offered the Twi’lek a sly grin, one with which she answered with one of her own. Vanar had always been good at reading people. One had to be if you wanted to survive the seedy, dangerous, and violent cesspools of the galaxy. While Yuthura seemed vail and cruel on the outside, a fact that Bastila seemed intent to point out to him after every session that the pair spent with the Twi’lek, he sensed a fragile core within her. A tenuous piece that she walled off from the rest of the galaxy, burying it beneath this haughty façade of hers.
“Do I now? Very well…I suppose there’s no harm in the tale.” Yuthura placed her hands against her hips, glancing towards Bastila. “I don’t think she needs to be here though. If I’m going to spill my guts, it will be to just you. Not to her.”
This time it was Bastila’s turn to object. “There’s no way that I’m leaving him alone with you.”
Yuthura grinned, chuckling mirthfully. “Afraid that I’ll steal away your master from you, hmm? Perhaps you’re insecure about yourskills in the bedroom? If that’s the case, then I don’t mind offering you some trainingto better satisfy your master.” Her laughter grew at seeing the embarrassed blush emanate across Bastila’s face.
“Y-You…” Bastila stammered through gritted teeth, caught off guard from the sudden enticing, no, deplorable proposal.
“Tempting as that sounds, no one touches her except for me.” Vanar cut in, much to Bastila’s approval. He made it doubly clear by reaching behind her and grabbing her ass, firmly pressing his hand against the supple peachy cheeks. She shuddered with glee as he groped her butt, taking pleasure at his fingers sinking deep into her fleshy behind. “She stays. End of story.”
Yuthura huffed derisively, but agreed, nonetheless. “Fine… the offer still stands though.” She winked over towards Bastila before continuing with her story. “As I said already, I was originally a slave to one of the Hutts. The Hutts control everything on Sleheryon, and a slave is nothing to them.” There was a hint of bitterness lurking in her tone, hardly able to look into Vanar’s eyes while she spoke. “I was determined not to be ‘nothing.’ One night when the drunken worm had me alone in his chambers… I stabbed him. Again. And again. And then several times more until I was sure that he was dead. After that, I escaped the compound, never once looking back.” Yuthura was quiet for a time, taking a small and quiet inhale, like she had forgotten to breathe while she’d been talking. “…I stowed away onto a cargo ship and wasn’t discovered by the crew until they reached the next system. They left me for dead on a desolate planetoid, alone… but that was fine by me. I was glad to be anywhere other than Sleheryon. It was not luck that I was eventually rescued, of course. The Force was strong with me, though I didn’t know it at the time. Not until the Jedi told me, that is.”
This last bit of dialogue seemed to peak Bastila’s interest, given by her next comment, “The Jedi found you? What happened?”
This time however, Yuthura was resistant to further revealing her backstory. “I’d… no, that is enough. I am finished. We are through for the day. The both of you are dismissed. Go now.” She waved a hand, showing them the door, and quickly retreated further into her room.
Taking that as their cue to leave, Vanar escorted Bastila out, his hand never leaving her ass, firmly grasping it, and ushered them towards their shared quarters. Once arriving, he could sense that she had much to say about his conversation with the Twi’lek. Thankfully, she had stayed quiet, passing by a score of Sith initiates until they finally made it. One the door was closed, he moved his hand, giving her leave to voice her questions.
“Is this truly necessary? Surely you don’t actually believe you can save her?” Bastila angrily asked, pacing back and forth. “Can’t you sense the darkness that that has already consumed her?! And what she said about being found by Jedi, surely she killed them!”
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps? Perhaps?! And you still wish to save her?! Yuthura?! That vain and cruel woman?! Have you lost all sense of your wits, Vanar?! We are only here for the Star Map, nothing else! Anything else is an obstacle! That woman is a lost cause…” Bastila huffed, shaking her head.
Vanar remained silent as Bastila ranted, waiting until she was finished to speak. Slowly, he walked over to the Jedi, standing in front of her, and gently pulled down her dark hood. Shifting his hand through her auburn hair, he continued caressing her till she looked up at him. “Since when do the Jedi shun the possibility of redemption? Is Juhani a nonexistent quantity in your eyes? Hasn’t she shown that salvation is possible, no matter how far you fall?” He felt her body stiffen, knowing that his words were cutting deep.
Bastila, stunned, could not offer a rebuttal. Internally, she reprimanded herself, allowing petty jealousy to cloud her judgement. All Jedi believed in redemption and that nobody was beyond the point of salvation. The prime example was standing right in front of her, even if he didn’t know it. “Forgive me, Vanar… I… you are right. Redemption is indeed possible for all that have spurned the light.” Once again, that impulsivity of hers, the trait that all of her masters had warned her of, was taking over once again. In an attempt to further apologize, she pressed her lips on Vanar’s.
“What was that for?”
“Another method to show my apology.” Bastila watched a wicked smirk form on Vanar’s lips, shuddering eagerly at what his mind was concocting. “…But I have other ways of showcasing that, if you’ll allow me, master.” She licked her lips after the last word, pushing her heavy breasts against the hardened chest of her lover. There was a low growl that uttered from underneath the breath of Vanar and mewled as his hand smacked against her rear. “Mmmm~ harder, Master!” Again. And again. And again, Bastila squealed aloud, her nipples becoming fully erect and poking through her ‘v’ cut robes. Hungrily, the Jedi padawan grabbed Vanar’s head and kissed him for a second time, using her tongue to attempt to establish dominance.
But Vanar didn’t let in. Quite easily, he was able to overpower her tongue, wrestling it until he wrapped his tongue around hers. Quickly, their kiss became passionate, devolving into pure animalistic delight as their hands roamed around, pinching and groping. Using the Force, both Vanar and Bastila levitated their clothes off and made their way to the bed, all the way still making out avidly. Not once breaking apart, their tongues remaining coiled together, until Vanar force pushed Bastila onto the bed. With a single-minded intent, the roguish Jedi jumped on top of her, licking the underside of Bastila’s neck. Zealously, he tweaked her nipples, feeling their firmness between his fingers. It may have been the glint of the warm lanterns burning on the walls of their room, but for a moment, Vanar could have sworn Bastila’s eyes gleamed yellow.
It was only for a second, then it was gone. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but before he could question it more, Bastila had pulled him into another kiss. She nibbled his lower lip, biting it harshly, while her nails sank deep into his back.
“Master,” she choked out. “Master, pull my hair.” Bastila moaned, squirming underneath his body. Vanar grabbed a long, hanging piece of hair that framed the left side of her face and pulled, harshly, as she moaned fervidly. This time it was his turn to bite down, choosing her neck as the spot to nibble down, and felt her writhe hornily. As more time passed, and their passion became more inflamed, Vanar’s cock swelled vivaciously, thumping against Bastila’s toned abdomen. Moving his fingers downward, he swiftly caressed her pubic hair and slit, feeling how wet she was for him, and how desperate she was to have him inside of her. “Please, Master…I want your cock. I need it.”
Vanar’s grin increased when he heard Bastila begging. There was something about seeing a Jedi plead that stirred something inside of him. It was all the better that Bastila was the sexiest woman in the galaxy. ‘And she’s all mine.’ Continuing to tease both her slit and clit, gently, he moved forward, inserting his tip, as he watched Bastila’s mouth widen and moan. Again, she begged for more, and he gave it to her, quickly pushing several inches more of his erection. Snarling akin to a rancor, Vanar mounted his lover, pressing himself onto her in a mating position. Never breaking eye contact with Bastila, he brushed a few locks of hair away from her already sweaty face. Finally, inserting the last few inches of his cock, a loud guttural moan echoed from Bastila’s mouth, which made him smirk by how unrefined the Jedi prodigy sounded.
Bastila’s tongue flicked sensually outside her mouth, clearly taunting him. The way her tongue moves, swinging and swirling in the air, made his dick swell inside her cunt. “You’re already squeezing me so tightly. Getting jealous?” Vanar couldn’t help but to tease the woman, receiving so much enjoyment from her flustered reactions.
Like always, the bridge of Bastila’s nose scrunched, rather cutely, as her forehead crinkled in response to his goading. “Jealous?! Of that Twi’lek harlot? Hmph, of course not. To be jealous, that would require me to actually feel threatened.” Grabbing Vanar by the back of the neck, she pulled him downward, until their foreheads were touching. With a whispered and sultry voice, she uttered, “You are mine. Just like I am yours, only yours. If she thinks to take what is mine…” Stopping to lay a bite on his neck, chomping down enough to leave a mark, Bastila finished by saying, “…then I need to mark my territory.” Then they kissed, passionately, like animals in heat.
Vanar’s hand moved to Bastila’s chest, grabbing a handful of the Jedi’s robustly jiggly chest. “All the men in this academy, I see their eyes staring at your breasts. Their intentions are clear, how fruitless their efforts would end. These are mine.” This time it was his turn to bite, grinding his teeth on the skin around her areola. Like the mark on his neck, he left one on Bastila’s right breast, licking upwards and down from the bite mark, moving down to intensely focus on the erect nipple. “Perfect. Simply perfect. To think that there was no one to pleasure such magnificent objects before me.” He took his time, squeezing the firm bosom, and lapped the erect nub of her nipple. All the while, Vanar was pounding away into the female Jedi, ramming his mighty, meaty obelisk deep into her cunt.
“Master~! Ooooooooooh, Ma~ster! Yes! Yes, please your love slave! Ram your thick, perfect cock inside of my body! Yes yessssssss!” Bastila squealed, licking the cheeks of Vanar’s face hornily. “These breasts are yours, to squeeze, to suck, or to bite! My lips, for you to kiss! And this cunt of mine, for you to pleasure yourself until you blow!” And that’s what she wanted to happen, desperately. To feel Vanar’s semen stain her inner walls, filling her womb with his seed. The risk of pregnancy was an obvious possibility, yet she didn’t care. Whatever the Council did to her, whether it be excommunication or whatever, it mattered little. To bear Vanar’s progeny, surely with their mixed bloodlines, the power of their children would be astronomical. The benefits far outweighed the cost. All that was needed was a ring on her finger…Bastila stopped her fantasies, blushing as she imagined herself in an elaborate white dress.
“Squeeze me tighter, Bastila! Show me how badly you want my seed!”
Bastila obeyed, smiling lewdly as Vanar increased his thrusting. “Of course, Master! Unload every drop into me! Allow your slave the joy of being filled to the brim with your seed!”
‘By the Force, hearing Bastila speak such words will keep me hard for hours.’ Vanar knew there was no way only one ejaculation would be enough. Not with Bastila naked before him. Ever since it was just the two of them here on Korriban, sex had been a constant now that they had no fear of being caught by any of their other crewmates. Having the most beautiful woman so close, yet unable to kiss her, to touch her body…press her against the wall and tear off her clothes...it was perhaps the toughest challenge that the Force had thrown his way. The most he’d be able to receive was a blowjob from the Jedi, when others were either asleep or busy. Sometimes, if he was extremely lucky and patient, Vanar would use Bastila’s mouth when she was mediating alone in her room. Whether or not it bothered her, or if she was even coherent, she never told him.
“Such a wonderful slave I have under my command!” Something popped into his head, a crude order that made his body quake with arousal. He wondered how Bastila would react if he uttered it. Arousal and curiosity took over his mind and Vanar spoke, “…I wonder how obedient you are though? With such an enticing body, my instincts are screaming at me to inseminate you. To breed with a slave like you…” Vanar moved his face closer to Bastila, studying her reaction, and could see that yellow gleam in her eyes return, disappearing just as quickly as it came, and watched her mouth stretch into a vulgar grin.
“Yes…” Bastila whispered quietly, until her voice became increasingly louder, “…YES YES YES YES!!!! Breed your loyal slave! To bear your children would be the greatest honor you could ever bestow!” She tried her best to wrap her legs around Vanar’s hips, only managing to flail her legs in the air feebly. Her toes curled as another orgasm spread through her body, causing her eyes to cross, teeth clenching and exhaling spastically through her nostrils. “Breed me, Master! Let me carry your child, I beg of you!” If the Bastila of the past could see her now, back before Vanar had shown her the carnal pleasures of sex, then she knew that she’d surely be ashamed to look upon her of the present. But she didn’t care. All she wanted was Vanar. Revan…to think that he’d corrupt the so-called incorruptible padawan even without his memories. Truly, Revan was the most powerful man in the galaxy.
“Then tighten up like a good slave and take all of my seed!!!” Vanar picked up his speed, pounding like he never pounded before, putting all his strength into fucking the Jedi below him. “Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhhhh! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” With one last thrust, he tossed his head back, roaring loud and proud, like a rancor breeding his mate, and ejaculated. His tip pressing against the entrance to Bastila’s womb, kissing it like he was currently doing to her, the semen spurted out his slit and went to work in filling up the lovely uterus of his Jedi concubine. And he went about doing the same thing again. And again. And again, and again, and again until either he or Bastila were rendered unconscious.
All the while, Yuthura watched them through the crack of their bedroom door, with purple fingers knuckle-deep inside of her dripping slit, imagining herself in the place of that irritating slave. She had only managed to catch the last few minutes of their lovemaking, aroused by the talk of breeding, and felt her lust begin to peak. Embracing the passion of her lust, the Twi’lek then resorted to masturbating while watching the initiates enjoy each other’s bodies. ‘Mark my words, Vanar, your cock will be mine to play with. No matter what that infuriating slave of yours has to say about it.’
