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It was a part of Jedi teaching to suppress fear and anger, regardless of any tense situations. To give in to fear and anger was to give in to the dark side, to which the Jedi were opposed. Yet it Trent found it difficult not to feel apprehension and slight irritation in his current circumstances, as the black-furred feline was led down the cold gray corridors of the Star Destroyer and towards a turbolift, flanked on all sides by heavily-armed stormtroopers. He did not need to be a Jedi to sense that every finger was resting on the trigger, ready to gun him down if he deviated or attempted to use the Force against them. Not that it would have done him any good, he supposed. With a sharp jab of a blaster barrel to his back the felinoid Jedi was forced into the lift, with four of the troopers getting in behind him and taking positions in each corner while keeping him in the center. He managed a bland smile at one of the troopers. "Made it to the hangar again. That's three for three," he said with a glint in his smokey gray eyes. "You almost let me escape." "Not likely- Lady Maeve gave us strict orders to keep you on this ship," one of the troopers grunted. "All TIE fighters were on lockdown. Besides, even if you'd managed to get into one, and assuming we wouldn't have either shot you down or sent squads of fighters after you, where did you think you were going to go without a hyperdrive?" "Fair point," Trent conceded with a sigh, silently chiding himself for missing that detail. "So then she's on this ship?" "Why do you think you're not being put back in your cell, hairball?" the trooper snapped. As if on cue, the turbolift slowed to a halt, shuddering as the mag-clamps above locked the pod into place and the doors slid open. Fully expecting a bright interior, Trent was surprised when the hatch revealed a dimly-lit chamber of obsidian stonework, with a well-lit, circular stone pedestal in the center. A jab into his back got him moving again, flanked once more by the troopers until they reached the pedestal, pushing him onto the block and stepping back with their blasters still leveled at him. Trent spared a glance at them. "So... execution, I'm guessing?" "Don't be silly, Jedi," a voice purred from the darkness, diverting every eye in the chamber to the shadows beyond the pedestal. Movement in the absence of light could still be seen somewhat, as a slim, hooded figure in dark robes approached slowly. "You and I have things we must discuss. Alone," she added, a furred hand raising from the robes and waving at the stormtroopers. "M'lady, we have orders--" one of the troopers started to say. "On this ship, my orders supercede all others," the voice hissed dangerously. "Now go, while my patience remains." The troopers bowed, his voice quieter as he seemed to remember his place. "Yes, ma'am." As a unit they all turned and marched back toward the lift, leaving the feline Jedi standing alone at the pedestal. Trent kept his eyes open, peering into the darkness. Whatever natural night-sight he possessed was being hampered by standing within the well-lit circle; yet he could still make out the subtle movements in the shadows, could still feel the presence of a single dark figure circling him like a shark. After perhaps a minute of silence, impatience overtook him. "So I'm standing in the quarters of Lady Maeve, completely restrained, unarmed and at her mercy," he pointed out with a growling sigh. "Are you actually going to get this over with, or are you going to toy with your victim like every other Sith?" There were a few more moments of silence as the figure stopped circling him, and for a moment Trent got the distinct impression that she found his words amusing. "What makes you think you're going to be a victim?" the voice replied. "Not every Sith has made it their goal to exterminate their Jedi opponents- particularly when their opponents have much to offer." After a few moments, the sensation of a warm mental blurriness overcame him, without any warning and with surprising abruptness, making his head swim for a moment. He shook his head, clearing the brief fog in his senses as he attempted to bolster his mind through the Force, ready for any telepathic intrusions; yet they never came, and the suddenness with which the disorientation had left him made him wonder if he'd actually experienced it. The figure laughed, a clearly feminine voice that was neither cruel nor arrogant emanating from the subtly-moving shadow. "Feeling a little drowsy, kitten? I bet you're trying to reinforce your mind, prevent me from breaching that cute little head of yours so I don't make you do things you don't want to. You don't have to worry, I'm not going to force you into anything." The shadow stopped and turned her head to the feline, a pair of bright emerald staring directly at him. "In fact... I'm sure that by the end of this, you'll want** to give me what I'm looking for."** "I doubt that," Trent replied sourly, glaring back. "I'm not giving you anything as long as I remain a priso--" A click below him cut his steadfast proclamation short, the heavy durasteel cuffs around his wrists beeping and falling away from his paws with a loud clatter. His eyes lingered briefly on the cuffs before flicking back up to where the figure had stood, only to find she was no longer there. In the brief moment he had been distracted by the abrupt freedom, she had drawn herself deeper into the abyss, leaving no trace. Yet he could still sense her nearby. "What is this?" he asked warily. When she spoke again, the voice seemed to emanate from all around him, causing him to turn and look around to pinpoint the source. "Your freedom- you just said you would not give me what I want as long as you remain a prisoner, so this is my offer. Will you be more receptive now?" The feline frowned. "I suppose that depends on what you want from me," he replied cautiously, keeping his eyes open for the Sith figure. "I might be encouraged to deal if you could be honest and straightforward with what you want." A shiver passed up his spine as a voice whispered in his ear, a pair of claws gently resting on his shoulders from behind. "As you wish, handsome." Spooked by the suddent voice he jumped away and turned, his right paw reflexively attempting to reach for his lightsaber- only to be reminded he'd been without one for a long time once his palm slapped his empty hip. The figure laughed, and drew his attention back to her, his eyes falling on a slightly shorter figure in hooded robes that even now concealed her features despite the bright lighting. She drew her hood back, finally revealing her face for him. He recognized her angled, pointed muzzle and long sharp ears, looking very much like a fur-covered shark- a teal-furred, white-haired Sergal, a spacefaring, extra-system species that had appeared in Imperial space in recent years. A smile played along her muzzle as she watched his eyes widen in surprise, a clear look of attraction tracing his expression. "What... do you want?" he asked suspiciously, backing away from the woman. Another burst of dizziness overcame him, causing him to groan as his motor skills seemed to deteriorate, a strange and yet somewhat pleasant sensation tingling through his nerves. "What are you... doing to me...?" "Don't worry, I'm not sapping your impressive powers," she assured him with a laugh, a lace-gloved paw sliding over his shoulder as he slumped to his knees. "But it appears you lack training in certain areas of your Jedi education, training that is allowing me to sap your will in more natural and enticing way. And as for what I want- I want knowledge that leads to power, safety from my enemies... but most importantly, a student and companion to share my knowledge with," she informed him, circling him until she was standing before him. Despite his hazy vision and the strange warmth he felt radiating from within, he found the willpower to speak. "I... will not turn to your dark ways. I am a Jedi... a student of the Force." "Things would be so much easier if you would give in to your passion," she purred, as she placed another lace-gloved hand on his chest. "But I'm not asking you to turn, at least not yet. I'm asking you to indulge." Without warning, the feline was tossed into the air, propelled forward into the darkness by a massive telekinetic blast. With a surprised yelp the feline flailed, attempting to cover his head to soften landing on it, only for that yelp to be muffled as he landed on an unexpectedly soft platform. By the time he'd rolled onto his backside and shook his dizziness off, a light above had activated and illuminated his surroundings- a soft bed with cotton black sheets, veiled on multiple sides by an overhead canopy. The abrupt change in environment confused him long enough that it took a few moments for him to notice the hooded figure at the end of the bed. The distance between them, mixed with the surprise, forced him out of the haziness he'd experienced moments before. He shook himself out of his awe for a moment to frown at her. "Okay... this is the opposite of being honest and straightforward. Now you're just confusing me. What is it you want me to..." But the words died on his lips as she grinned and undid the clasp of her cloak, spreading it apart and letting it fall from her shoulders. He had expected her to be wearing some manner of Sith attire, perhaps something basic and sexually provocative as was sometimes common among female Sith practitioners. It would have been fair to say that her attire (or lack thereof) was** sexual in nature, though it was equally fair to say that black laced lingerie was non-existent among preferred Sith wardrobe. A hot flush filled the feline's cheeks as he stared at the Sergal's curvy frame posing provocatively before him, the dark fabric standing out perfectly against her white underbelly, teal fur and lighter green striped markings along her back and tail, before adopting a teasing sashay that brought attention to her wide hips and round ass.** The warmth and dizziness returned again, and this time Trent recognized it for what it was, despite having never felt it from such a being. "You're... affecting me with natural pheromones," he muttered, trying to shake his head clear. "My need for a companion, for physical intimacy, is great," she admitted quietly, cupping his face with one paw, while another rubbed his light gray chestfur. "I don't want to turn you to the dark side; but I do** want a companion, a warm body to share with on this cold ship with loveless people. Indulge me... please. If only for one night."** Despite a diminishing urge to fight back he was unable to offer any capable resistance, as her free hand undid his upper robes and tossed them aside. Left only in his simple trousers, it was only now that he became painfully aware of the heated firmness of his loins, a shudder running through him as she caressed a hand gently over the tent in his pants. The knot tying his trousers in place loosened without a single finger laid on it, as the Sergal's telekinesis untied them almost without effort. The feline Jedi groaned, arching his back as the Sith temptress slid her hand into his undergarments and onto his turgid shaft. A squeeze at the base of his smooth cock was enough to increase the warmth in his chest and loins threefold, a heat borne of passion and desire being stoked by the Sergal's gentle handjob. His breathing became more labored and his head swam with lust, a series of groaning sighs escaping him as she massaged his member slowly, kneading away the ache in his loins with a gentle grip. "Not... going to fall," he groaned, heart hammering in his chest as he tried to push her away. "Give in to me, Jedi," the Sergal whispered, the tip of her snout touching his nose and stirring him, drawing him back to reality. An emerald fire burned in her eyes, a passionate gaze that Trent did not look away from until he made the conscious decision to act. Without warning he leaned in, pressing his lips against the Sergal's muzzle and catching her off-guard with a passionate kiss that she returned only seconds later. No longer worried about his circumstances Trent easily gave in to the urge to indulge, his paws grasping around in the dim lighting, palming the temptress' heavy, laced-covered breasts and squeezing them briefly before sliding his fingerpads along the side, tracing the bra until he reached the clasps behind her. In less than a moment he had torn the fabric away, throwing it to the side and exposing her tits to him. She did not hesitate to bring them to the fore of his attention, pushing him onto his back and straddling his waist as she leaned over him, allowing her bosom to hang invitingly in front of him, the bright green nipples firm and proud as they seemed to reach out to him. It took little more than her puffing her chest out and flexing her arms inward to convey her desire; without a word uttered in reply he complied, reaching up and cupping the globes of flesh, sighing as he raised his head up to kiss and lick the viridian peaks of her breasts, eliciting coos and gasps of pleasure. Her reactions were not just vocal; spurred on by the treatment her breasts were getting she rolled her hips into his lap, grinding her lace-covered mound against his bare shaft and causing both of them to moan from the intense friction. With a shiver, Trent's prick throbbed; a moment later, a bead of warm precum formed at the very tip of his aching length, breaking apart and trickling along his shaft just as the Sith temptress ground her warm, soft, lace-covered netherlips against the shaft. Her weight shifted and the feline could feel himself being pulled upright gently, groaning as he found his face buried in her warm breasts. He became dimly aware that she was guiding his paws to her hips, his fingers brushing against a pair of ribbons on each side. Almost without conscious thought he pinched the ends and drew them apart, untying the knots holding her lusty undergarments in place. Still hazy, he lifted his muzzle up and caught her in a kiss again, groaning as he felt a physical fluttering dancing along his abs. When they broke apart he laid back, eyes widening slightly in dim interest as he noticed her bare netherlips- and the clitoral hood above it. Perhaps an inch and a half long, the prehensile appendage seemed to lift, exposing her soaked velvet folds as she slid up his body, until she straddling his chest. By now he was so close to the source of her potent fragrance that the edges of his vision were blurred, even as he focused on her sopping wet cleft. Somehow, he found the willpower to speak. "I will... never fall to the dark side." "Then fall for me," she moaned, rolling her hips forward and pressing her netherlips against his. In that moment he caught her in a lewd kiss, her hood sliding between his lips and entwining around his tongue as he willingly treated her pussy to his muzzle, his paws cupping and squeezing her ass as she mewled and bucked against his face with enormous restraint, her breasts rising and falling as her lusty, breathy moans lingered in the air. His paws traced up her legs, sliding around behind her and cupping her buttocks, giving him the chance to pull her in a little closer as he gladly lapped at her clit and folds. Sweet nectar tricked from the orifice, a taste the feline gladly consumed as his drilled his textured tongue deeper into the Sergal's cleft. There was little the exotic female could do from her position beyond arching her back, twisting around as she rode Trent's face and endured his skilled tongue-lashing; her paws remained busy by cupping and kneading her own breasts, giving her nipples gentle, stimulating pinches. Nevertheless, her moans, pleasant aroma and sweet taste were enough to keep the feline's cock hard without her having to touch it, the tool standing tall and proud, leaking with a steady flow precum that slickened his shaft. Without warning, he felt firm pressure being applied around the base of his shaft, making him groan and hiss slightly in pleasure as the Sergal finally treated his cock to a gentle series of handless strokes. This, combined with the steady stroking of Maeve's telekinesis wrapping around his prick, was more than enough to make Trent react physically, rolling his hips up into the invisible grip. Before long, the Sergal gasped and arched her back, newfound strength causing her to grind her mound against the captured Jedi's lips. A tremendous shudder coursed through her body as she was wracked with a tremendous orgasm, losing her balance and nearly toppling over in the process. But despite being lust-drunk, the Jedi beneath her retained his enough of his senses and reflexes to react in time; his paw snaked out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back upright as he sat up, letting her nectar-soaked nethers slide down his chest and abs until she was his in lap, panting and resting against the feline as he held her close. For the next few minutes the two clung to each other, slowly regaining control of their breathing. Eventually, Trent broke the relative silence. "That was... I've never done that before," he gasped, breathing into the neck. "Have I caught myself... a Jedi virgin? I figured you lot were celibate," she purred. "Not... a virgin," the feline panted. "But... it was never this...** intense ***."* "We're not finished," she told him. He lifted his head, staring directly into her eyes. She could see, in his, a glint of hunger and aggression; one borne not from rage, but from passion. So drawn into the intensity of his gaze, she was not prepared when he grabbed her wrists and pushed her off to the side, rolling with her and pinning her down as he slid into position between her open legs. No longer breathing heavily, the feline growled and dove in, catching her in a deep, aggressive kiss. The change in attitude and dynamics left the weakened Sergal in a state where she could do little more than moan and kiss back, her body arching up to grind against his athletic, trained body. And though her mind was clouded with lust and a yearning to be bred, she managed to reach out to him without a word uttered, conveying her desires to him in a gentle, telepathic whisper. "I need you, Jedi." There was no hesitation; just a simple angling of his hips for the head of his cock to brush against her slick, moist mound, followed by a push of his hips to sink every inch of throbbing cockflesh into her velvet, vice-like quim. His sheath kissed her netherlips and she moaned into his muzzle, shivering as his bare cock twitched deep in her belly. He drew back, every inch extracted from her pussy feeling like a raw nerve, aching to be filled again; the kiss broke and they both cried out in bliss as he slammed back in again, the feeling leaving a tingle not unlike a deep, pleasant burn at the entrance to her womb. His rhythm started quickly, punctuated by the Sergal's erotic chirps and moans each time he pounded his prick into her depths; every strike of the Jedi's hips increased the heat of her velvet inner walls, making her squeeze around his girth, bearing down on his cock in a futile effort to keep his length secure in her pussy. It was to no avail, as her honey-soaked folds allowed him to glide easily past her clenching cleft, allowing him to continue the passionate breeding. Every deep pounding she received she punctuated with a moan or a chirp, coital music consisting of her lustful vocals and the beat of the feline Jedi's hips. As the minutes wore on, the song became more carnal; the Sergal's moans became desperate and throaty, while Trent's pace grew more erratic, his labored breathing bearing growls and hisses as his civilized barrier collapsed, leaving only a beast of breeding in its wake. They clung desperately to each other, Trent's paws gripping his lover's hips tightly while Lady Maeve's dull claws dug into his back, scraping the flesh beneath his fur and making him arch his back from the strangely erotic tingle it left. He paused for a few moments, lingering in her depths and twisting his hips around for effect; one that made Maeve mewl with bliss as he stirred his prick around in her depths, his throbbing length caressing against her sensitive inner walls. He leaned back slightly, the head of his cock grazing against the ceiling and causing the Sergal to gasp. Trent stared down at her, a glint of hunger in his narrowed eyes. "Found it." Before she could gather enough mental clarity to ask what he meant, he forced her legs up and attacked her mercilessly, pounding his prick harder into the Sergal's breeding hole from the new angle, drilling her with enough force to cause her breasts to bounce with every thrust. Maeve cried out as the sudden spike in pleasure brought her to an immediate orgasm, gasping and moaning as the feline Jedi ground his length past her g-spot even as a splash of female honey soaked both their loins at the same time. But despite her endurance having been stolen from her, Trent did not relent; the need to fuck his lover into submission, to claim her as his own and be the body she longed for, had instinctively become his priority. Like a predator who had secured their prey, he was ravenous in his hunger and his passion; and like prey trying to hold of the inevitable, Maeve could only offer a weak resistance before accepting her fate and becoming the source to satiate him. Not that he was cruel about it. For despite his hunger, his lust, and his passion clouding his head, glimmers of affection pierced through in the form of kisses, nuzzles and intimate nips along her nipples. Sharp bucking would slow every so often to powerful, careful rolls of the hips that caused his cockhead to graze along her g-spot and made the Sergal shiver. Their hands met and their fingers intertwined even as their hips collided against each other. From those moments and instances of passion, the two opened up almost simultaneously. Tendrils of thoughts filtered from their minds, the effect of Force-sensitives reaching out through the Force to meet and mate. The connection was made, and in an instant their minds matched their bodies, becoming one as they experienced each other on a deeper level. They could feel the heat in the Sergal's womb, the crying instinct for seed; they could feel the sharp, delicious ache of arousal assaulting Trent's balls as the desire for sexual release mounted with each deep thrust. In the middle of it all, they found themselves staring into each other's eyes. "Do you truly wish to have what I can give you?"** Trent asked wordlessly.** "More than anything,"** she told him honestly.** It was all the answer he needed, the thread between them strengthening as he doubled his efforts and bred the Sergal as hard as his waning energy would allow him to. The burn in his loins reached its apex, the last of his sexual endurance trickling away just as he delivered a final, desperate thrust that buried his cock to the hilt in the Sergal's tight, slick sheath. A snarl rent through the air, and a powerful shudder coursed through Trent's back as his balls tightened and clenched, channeling thick ropes of feline seed through his throbbing cock, the potent mix of sperm and semen blasting from his tip and drowning the interior of the Sergal's heated depths in alabaster spunk. It was too much for Maeve to process, leaving her unable to do more than moan and stare up at her lover, overwhelmed by the feeling of his cum pouring into the deepest parts of her belly. The tide slowed and the feline gasped, falling forward into the Sergal's arms, leaving them both panting to regain their breath. Seconds passed, and their breathing slowed back to normal, Trent still draped over the barely-lucid Sith temptress. With a groan, he found the strength to prop himself up with his paws, staring down at Maeve. The Sergal smiled up at him, reached up to cup his face and shared a kiss with the Jedi, a purr running through both of them. "I love you, Trent," she whispered. "I love you too, Ma--" He stopped short, frowning. "... What is it?" she asked. "I... never gave you my name," he said. The Sergal breathed in and smiled sadly at him. "Yes, you have," she told him, as his vision seemed to white out, her voice coming from a great distance. "But it doesn't matter. I still love you." Everything seemed to fall away, but Trent felt no fear in the sensation. Whatever she was doing, he knew she was keeping him safe with it. Blindly reaching out as he fell to his side, he found warmth and clung to it, hoping for a few moments more. He would not forget. "Sleep," she whispered, holding him close. "Maeve, I... love you too," he managed to breathe out, before darkness and warmth enveloped him.

The noisy boots of stormtroopers echoed in Lady Maeve's chamber, now better-lit than it had been before. As a unit of four they spread out, weapons ready to fire at the worn-out, prone and fully-clothed feline figure in the central pedestal if he moved aggressively. Their approach was slow as they neared him cautiously, until the sound of an impatient sigh caused them to jump. "I ordered you to come here to take the prisoner back to his cell," Maeve snapped, now cloaked in her robe and hidden from sight, save for her glaring emerald eyes. "He's been dealt with appropriately- now do your job." One of the troopers knelt by the unconscious Jedi's side, looking him over. "Not sure what you did to him, but he looks completely out of it." "Spare me your analysis," the Sergal spat. "Best you do your job now before I put you through something much worse." "Yes, m'lady," the stormtrooper said quickly, drawing a pair of wrist-binders from his belt and securing the Jedi prisoner. "Same cell as before?" "The same," she acknowledged curtly. "Keep him well-fed and comfortable, but have his cell monitored frequently, and keep all shuttles and gunboats locked down when not in use. We're not due to report to Sartinaynian for another month, but he may try to escape again- until I break him. And be warned- if he should be harmed in any way, I will know of it, and you shall pay the price." The stormtrooper cocked his head. "It's almost like you want to protect this Jedi scum." "My masters merely want him healthy," she snapped again. "He's no use to us dead. Now begone!" Without another word the soldiers turned and carried the Jedi, dragging his feet along the floor. The hatch slid close behind them, leaving the Sith Sergal alone. Moments later she bowed her head, and the first of her tears splashed against the cold stone floor. With the charade over, sadness and grief welled up in the Sergal as she clenched her hands into fists. A part of her knew her gift in removing memories through the Force was the only thing keeping Trent safe, whether by making him forget every intimate moment they shared, or by forcing the crew of the ship to forget they were carrying a Jedi prisoner every time they stopped to resupply. Every time, she would announce to the crew that they were taking on a Jedi prisoner, to be delivered at the end of their next long-range patrol; a ruse that worked in keeping Trent's presence aboard the ship to a minimum. She shivered. His last attempt to escape had been too close, for while it had been foolish for him to attempt stealing a TIE fighter, the ship's shuttles, assault gunboats and command escape pods were hyperspace-capable. She was not willing to let him go. Not yet. The grief and fear in her only strengthened her resolve to draw out the act as long as she could. He would not turn, and she knew it. Not because he kept forgetting, but because his spirit was indomitable. But nor could she turn away from the dark side, from her training as a Sith. To do so would have her hunted down by her masters. Here, on the fringes of known space, was she safe from them. The edge of a knife, precariously balanced by a combination of memory removal and ceaseless deception. She turned and sat at the edge of the bed, now cold without her lover's presence. Warmth bloomed in her, if only for a moment. He had, at the very least, said it again- that he loved her. He had not hesitated to say it. Deep down in his subconscious the memories of their time together lingered. A smile played on her muzzle and she wiped her eyes. If nothing else, the love was there. If nothing else, she would have that for as long as it could last. Perhaps the Force could not save either of them- but maybe, at least, their love could.