STAR WARS

Swords of Darkness

Part Two

by PJ

Mara Jade opened her green eyes. She lay naked, outstretched upon a wide, soft bed, sunlight filling the spacious chamber of black marble. Mara blinked and rolled away from the blinding window, she gazed upon Jaina, who still slept curled next to her, young body nude and pink, auburn hair shining around the girl's peaceful, lovely face. Mara stroked Jaina's soft right cheek, she looked down at the sleeping girl's crotch, the swelling from Jaina's pierced clitoris had gone down noticably, the silver clit ring embedded in the tender bud gleamed with reflected sunlight.

Mara slipped her left hand between Jaina's smooth thighs and gently caressed the sleeping girl's pussy. Jaina smiled and moaned softly, shifting a little upon the bed before falling still once more.

Removing her fingers from Jaina's warm cunnie, Mara climbed out of bed and draped on a red silk robe that hung to her ankles. The slender young woman cinched the silk belt tight around her curvaceous waist, she glanced at Jaina briefly, then strode out of the bright bedchamber. Today Mara would forge her Sith Sword.

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The corridors of the Sith fortress-factory were long and cool. The searing light of the three suns did not penetrate the dark depths of the factory, only dim glow-orbs cast their green light along the passageways, illuminating Mara's way. The veined black marble of the factory's walls seemed to shift and flow as Mara passed by, the young woman could feel the Dark Side infused with the cool stone, could feel the invisible tendrils reach out and caress her lovingly, possessively. The touch of the Dark Side warmed Mara, her skin flushed rose pink, her breath quickened, her full lips parted, a sigh escaped.

Mara emerged from a spiral stair into the central chamber of the factory. The forging wells were silent and cold, chains hung limply from marble arches, anvils and veined forging blocks were caked with centuries of dust. Another stairwell descended to the fortress-factory's lower depths, the most powerful forging chambers. The Dark Side embraced Mara as she followed the winding stair. Mara stretched out her left hand and pressed it across the cool marble, a warm tingling raced up her extended arm, Mara groaned softly, her eyes narrowing, her moist lips trembling from the flood of energy racing into her body. Mara's steps slowed, she was breathing deeply, her breasts working beneath her sleek robe, her right palm pressed over her clenched belly. The Dark Side was trying to overwhelm her, Mara's pussy was on fire, she could already feel the droplets of her honey slipping down her quivering thighs.

Biting her lip, Mara struggled to complete her descent. The red-maned woman halted frequently when a wave of ecstasy suffused her, setting her whole body to shuddering.

After an eternity, Mara cleared the last step, the orgasmic assault fell away, her breathing slowed. Wiping perspiration from her flushed forehead, Mara walked faster along a narrow, darkened corridor. Mara's darksight allowed her to stride through the suffocating black with ease, she reached the arched, iron door at the end of the passage, she threw the portal open and marched inside.

Morgoth awaited Mara. The Sith Lord was garbed in a loose, black robe, the garment hung open, Morgoth's strong chest and dangling cock drew Mara's lovely eyes.

The fires of the forge well were stoked, tall flames shot up towards the domed roof, Mara could feel the awful heat from the doorway, the fire stole the air from her lungs.

"The blade is prepared, my acolyte," said Morgoth, reaching into the roaring flames with a thickly gloved right hand and drawing out a slender blade still red-hot from its forging.

Mara nodded and loosened the belt of her robe. She let the soft silk slide off her creamy white shoulders, she walked naked to the raging fire well and looked up.

Chains hung from the flickering shadows, four tendrils of silver ending in heavy manacles.

"Are you prepared, Mara?"

"Yes, Master."

Morgoth walked around the fire well, then laid the glowing blade in his hand back into the cracking fire, the blade was now resting directly beneath the hanging chains. Tugging off the heavy glove, Morgoth met Mara's glittering eyes, he raised his left palm upward, Mara left the floor and floated up towards the waiting manacles.

Mara's naked body revolved until she looked down at the hungry flames below her. Mara stretched out her slim, ivory arms and parted her long, sleek legs, when she floated directly beneath the chains, the manacles snapped around her limbs like ravenous jaws.

Morgoth released Mara's body, now only the swaying chains held his lovely acolyte's body from the roaring inferno. Sweat broke out across Mara's luscious flesh, the young woman squeezed her eyes shut from the harsh flames, she gasped raggedly, she could barely breathe above the searing conflagration.

The Sith Lord crossed the forge in a swirl of black, he unhooked the long, sinuous length of a scourge from one of the obsidian walls, he returned to Mara's hanging body, he licked pale lips as he raised the whip.

Mara screamed when the scourge slashed across her spine. The scourge hissed again, then again, searing between Mara's bare shoulder blades, slashing agonizing fire across her taut flesh. Sweat-soaked red hair clung to Mara's anguished face, she threw back her head and howled again when the scourge caressed her thighs, leaving glowing lines of crimson between her manacled legs. Mara lost track of how many times the scourge fell, she only knew agony and heat, as snapping flames licked her quaking thighs, her belly, her shuddering breasts slick with perspiration.

When Mara pried her bright, green eyes open for a heartbeat, her Sith Sword glowed beneath her, brighter than the boiling flames, a shaft of scarlet that greedily drank the sweat pouring from her skin, the heavy droplets of blood oozing from the savaged flesh kissed by the scourge, the nectar that dribbled from Mara's open pussy, dark pink and swollen from arousal. The fluids from Mara's hanging body hissed when they passed through the crackling fire, smoke rose from the red-hot Sith Sword, the blade pulsed with heat and the Dark Side, it was a living creature of steel and fire, starving for the flesh hanging so tantalizingly close above it, tender and hot.

Morgoth lowered the blood-soaked scourge. Raising his left hand, the Sith Lord unlocked the thick manacles binding Mara's wrists and ankles, he held her above the dying flames, drawing his barely conscious acolyte through the air towards his beckoning hand.

Mara was set upright upon the cold floor. Mara fell against Morgoth, she clung to his robe, panting, lips cracked and bleeding, flesh pale and feverish.

"It is almost over, Mara," whispered Morgoth into the naked, young woman's ear. The Sith Lord helped Mara stand on trembling legs, he left her shaking, gleaming arms wrapped around her stomach, while he drew her hot Sith Sword from the embers of the fire well, the weapon's light fading as it cooled.

Morgoth placed the Sith Sword on a nearby forge block. He retrieved several bottles from a worktable, he poured thick oils over the slender blade, bathing the sword in the Dark Side while he anointed the hissing weapon. When the treatment was complete, Morgoth picked up the Sith Sword, it was a length of pure black steel, made strong with fire and Mara's pain. Now only the final consecration was required, so that the Sith Sword could bind itself to Mara.

"Come here, my beautiful acolyte," bade Morgoth, with palm outstretched to Mara.

The shivering, naked woman came, joining Morgoth beside the forge block.

"Join with your sword, now, make it a part of you, forever."

When Mara looked up at her master, Morgoth smiled and kissed her warm forehead, stroking her glistening, red hair. Mara obediently climbed onto the forge block, she straddled the resting sword, positioned above the ebony blade on hands and knees. Slowly, Mara lowered her right hand to her damp cunt, she caressed her swollen pussy, long fingers scratching and fondling. Mara let her head fall, sticky strands of scarlet hair framed her flushed face as she fingered herself faster, thighs trembling, rounded buttocks humping gently as more and more honey fell through her working fingers, splashing onto the ebony sword. Every droplet of nectar raining from Mara's open cunt disappeared into the shining, black sword, absorbed into the smooth metal.

Mara lowered her naked body onto the warm length of steel, her scarred thighs stroked the sharp blade, her soaked pussy kissed the weapon, honey smeared over the sword, but quickly dissolved when the Sith weapon devoured it. Mara rubbed her sweat-soaked breasts upon the warm metal shaft, her nipples tingled when they touched the sleek steel. Sliding her body over the sword, Mara kissed the sharp tip, both of her hands buried between her legs, urging more honey from her hot, gushing pussy. Shuddering, filled with ecstasy and the Dark Side that bound her to the weapon beneath her, Mara licked the warm, smooth ebony of the Sith Sword. Mara's saliva disappeared as quickly as her vaginal juices did, the naked woman continued licking the warm steel blade to the moment of her orgasm, a violent spasm that made Mara convulse and soak her Sith Sword in musky, glistening honey.

"Impressive..most impressive," nodded Morgoth, pale arms crossed during his observation of the final binding between woman and sword.

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