MARA JADE

The Heir

by BioDread

Chapter One: Retreat

"Once you start down the Dark path,

forever will it dominate your destiny."

Mara Jade began the long descent from the entrance of the Jedi Temple. The sun was just topping the eastern spires of Coruscant, golden light spilled across the busy courtyard below, illuminating the graceful statues that lined the boulevard leading to the domed Senate edifice. Mara wore her shoulder length crimson hair loose today, it fluttered in the morning breeze. She wore a dark scarlet tunic and snug, black slacks tucked into gleaming black boots. A slender dragonskin belt clung to Mara's sensuous hips, a blaster pistol was strapped to her right thigh.

"Mistress Mara!" called out Jaina Solo from the tall doorway of the Temple. The young Jedi knight raced to catch up with her former teacher.

"I thought you would still be sleeping," said Mara, continuing her climb down the stairs when Jaina reached her side.

"Please don't go, Mistress! You can still stay at the Temple!"

"I'm not your teacher anymore, Jaina. You're a Jedi Knight now."

Jaina took Mara's right hand and held it tight. "Please stay!"

Mara met the young woman's intense gaze. "I can't feel the Force, I don't belong here anymore. Don't worry, I survived for a long time on my wits and aim after the Emperor died, I can take care of myself."

"I'll miss you," sniffed Jaina.

Mara hugged Jaina affectionately, then let the young Jedi go. "Good-bye, Jaina. May the Force be with you, always."

Jaina stood upon the steps and watched Mara descend to the wide courtyard. Mara was quickly swallowed up by the dense crowd.

***

"She's a good ship, I'll give you forty-thousand credits," offered the Calamarian ship trader.

"I'm looking for a trade," replied Mara, evaluating the line of ships to her right.

"I have many fine vessels, do any of these interest you?"

Mara stopped in front of a slender light freighter with twin laser cannons set below the forward cockpit. Wing vanes were fixed on either side of the engine housing, a cylindrical dorsal engine pod rested above the vanes.

"A YV-330?" inquired Mara.

"Modified heavily by the previous owner. She's called the Emerald Lance," supplied the eager trader, his large, spherical eyes rotating from Mara to the ship and back.

Mara walked the length of the ship, noting the concussion missile tubes hidden behind a starboard hatch, the laser cannon turret on the ventral hull, the fire-linked ion cannons. The Emerald Lance was sleek and deadly, exactly what she wanted.

"I'll take it," smiled Mara, offering her hand to the excited Calamarian.

***

The sky was darkening when Mara reached the top of the cliff. She brushed snapping strands of scarlet away from her face, the tower stood before her, made of brown sandstone, gleaming with spray from the crashing ocean below.

Mara tentatively entered the foyer of the tower. A spiral stairwell ran up to the top, Mara began climbing, her footfalls echoing through the shaft to her left.

Luke had kept his private chamber spartan. There was a small bed to the right, a window across the room looked out onto the rolling, man-made sea, a desk and a small chest sat to Mara's left. Mara crossed the bare floor of the round room to open the panoramic window port. Cool, salty air blew inside, ruffling Mara's hair. She went to the desk and sat down. The desktop was clear, Mara bent forward to open the nearby chest. The unlocked container held spare clothes and a tattered black glove. Mara recognized the glove, it was the one he had worn after his right hand had been seared by a blaster hit from one of Jabba's guards. Luke had removed the glove after the death of his father, it had reminded him of the duel, when he defeated his father with the Dark Side's help. The glove had been a warning, the Dark Side could claim him just as it claimed Vader.

Mara unhooked the lightsaber from the back of her belt, Luke had given it to her, his first gift during their long, sporadic courtship. Mara blinked back tears as she gently set the lightsaber inside the chest. She brushed her fingertips over the black leather glove, then she lowered the chest's lid.

***

The ocean breeze caressed Mara's bare shoulders. She tossed and turned in the small bed, her hands clutching the sheet covering her.

"Come to me," whispered the young man.

Mara didn't recognize him, except for the bright, golden eyes. The Emperor had eyes like those, radiant with the power of the Force, the Dark Side.

"You were my father's Hand, now you will be mine. Come to me, come to Belsavis."

Strong hands rested on Mara's bare shoulders. The young man drew close, he was handsome, with long, black hair and a wiry body. The young man was naked, just as Mara was, she felt his manhood brush her pussy, his breath was warm across her breasts.

"You were my father's favorite, I see why," smiled the young man, his hands caressing Mara's buttocks, the backs of her slim thighs.

Desire blossomed inside Mara, she draped her white arms around the young man's neck, she kissed him softly, his lips hot, feverish as the Emperor's had been.

"Kneel to me."

Mara fell to her knees in the black nothingness of the dream she shared with the Heir. She kissed her master's cock, her lips lightly sucking the rounded tip. She stroked the young man's testicles as she licked along the rising shaft, she purred when his left hand combed through her slick, red hair. Mara tilted back her open mouth so her master's prick could slip inside. She began bobbing her head, sucking hard on the young, naked Heir's manhood, her nipples aching when he touched them with his fingertips. The Heir's cock became larger inside Mara's mouth, it pressed against her teeth, slick with her saliva. The young man grasped Mara's head and pushed her away from his musky crotch, he groaned as he climaxed, squirting sticky cum across Mara's face. Mara looked up at the Heir with adoring, green eyes, she licked the semen that dripped from her lips.

"Belsavis, Mara Jade. Belsavis."

Mara moaned and shuddered in the sweat-soaked bed. She snapped her eyes open, she could feel the honey between her legs, sticky and warm from her trembling cunt. Mara ran a shaking hand through her damp hair, she slowed her pumping lungs, her hot skin gradually cooled.

"The Emperor's son," murmured Mara. She flung the drenched bedsheet away from her nude body, she slipped off the bed and searched for her clothes. The summoning whispered within her mind, soft, teasing, irresistible.

*****

Chapter Two: The Blood of the Emperor

"Everything that has transpired has done so

according to my design."

Mara's ship sailed across the thick, green treetops. She landed in a small clearing, the tall trees swayed in the wash of the descending vessel's repulsors. Steam vented from numerous apertures around the ship, air was purged and replaced, the engines fell silent as the lean craft settled onto the soft ground.

Mara peered down the lowering exit ramp, she was dressed in a black jumpsuit with matching ankle boots and gloves. A wide, black leather belt clung to Mara's hips, her blaster pistol rested on her right thigh, vibro-knives were sheathed on the back of her belt and against her left calf.

The lithe, young woman stepped lightly down the ramp, her sharp green eyes scanning the screen of foliage that surrounded her. Yet again Mara wished she still possessed her Jedi abilities, with them she could easily sense if enemies were waiting to ambush her. Mara used her training to make up for her lost Force talents, she used all of her human senses as she had been taught by the Empire's best field operatives. Mara sniffed the warm, jungle air, she could smell several varieties of plant life, she detected the musk of small, foraging animals. Mara's eyes pierced the veil of leaves and branches, she was alone.

Mara draped a small backpack across her shoulders, sealed her ship's hatch, then began walking north. She passed through the vegetation easily, senses always alert to danger.

Mara dropped to the jungle floor after an hour of walking. She crouched close to the rich, black soil, her body tense, her eyes flicking from left to right. Mara threw her head back and drew the vibro-knife from her belt just as an attacker dropped from a heavy branch above. A loud snap-hiss filled the air, an azure beam slashed out, almost severing Mara's neck. Mara knocked the lightsaber away with her violet knife, she hopped back, landing in a wary crouch, humming knife brandished before her.

The attacker slowly stood up, a glowing, blue lightsaber grasped lightly with two hands. Mara's ambusher was a human female, she appeared to be the same age as Mara, with long, cascading blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. The woman wore a skin-tight green body stocking with gleaming, green boots and a slender, chainlink belt.

"Good reflexes," grinned the young woman, de-activating her lightsaber and clipping it to her belt.

Mara frowned at the stranger, somehow, she recognized the woman.

"It's been a long time, Mara," greeted the woman, resting her palms on her curvaceous hips.

"S..Sara?" whispered Mara, realization blossoming in her mind.

***

"The Master told us you'd be coming, you were the last one he summoned," explained Sara while she slipped through wide-leafed bushes.

"For some reason it's hard to remember, you're one of the Emperor's Hands, as I was," frowned Mara, rubbing one aching temple.

"Yes. We never interacted, His Majesty wanted us to remain ignorant of each other, for security reasons."

"That's right, we only met once..,"

"After our gene-therapy, when we were enhanced to serve as His Majesty's assassins and spies," finished Sara.

"Who..summoned us?" asked Mara tentatively.

"Our new Master. I'm taking you to him now."

The two young women descended into a narrow valley filled with jungle growth. The sun was fading to the west, a warm breeze rustled the green-laden branches overhead. As they walked, Mara sensed more of the Emperor's Hands, she heard the soft rustle of their movements, she could smell them, a cloy, rose-like scent that made Mara's heart beat faster.

At the end of the valley was a cliff of sheer, leaf-draped rock. Sara moved some heavy, green vines aside, there was a natural cave mouth that led into the stone. Sara held the vines for Mara, the crimson-maned woman bowed at the waist and entered the dark tunnel eroded from the brown rock. Mara needed no light to navigate the passage, she brushed at the stone to her right with her fingertips, she let her natural senses guide her deeper into the cave. The tunnel was warm and dry, the floor was worn smooth by age and use. A gold light glimmered in front of Mara, she rested her right palm on the butt of her pistol as she walked up to the tunnel's end.

The tunnel opened into a large, circular cavern. Glow-lamps were set upon natural, stone shelves, there were several metal crates stored along the cave's walls. Two young women, one with short, red hair and another with a black braid down her back hopped down from crate tops, hands dropping to their lightsabers. They recognized Mara and nodded, making way for her and Sara.

Sara led Mara into another tunnel, there were several branching passageways filled with activity. Mara caught glimpses of sleeping quarters, mess halls, and training rooms.

"An impressive base of operations," murmured Mara as she followed the slender blonde.

"It took a long time to build, the Master has big plans for us," smiled Sara.

"What does he want?"

"He will tell you, Mara."

Mara entered another spacious cave. Two dim glow-lamps set opposite each other illuminated the stone chamber. Facing the entrance on the far wall was a throne carved from brown rock, it had a low back and rests for the arms. Two people waited for Mara in the crude throne room, a man who sat in the stone chair and a woman who stood at the man's right hand.

Mara recognized the man immediately, it was the young man from her dream, the Emperor's son.

The young man rose from the stone throne. He radiated power and dominance, Mara had to fight to keep from kneeling before him, from reaching out to his crotch, from stroking him, from...

"Your mind is strong, Mara Jade," nodded the Emperor's son. He walked towards Mara, the heels of his black boots clicking on the stone floor. He wore snug black breeches and a navy blue tunic that clung to his strong, muscled torso. The young man's hair was pure ebony, curly and gleaming in the glow-lamp light, his skin was ivory white, tinged with a light shade of blue around his golden eyes and cheeks.

The Emperor's son stroked Mara's left cheek. Mara remained still, his touch was cool, almost chill, his gold eyes bored into her, vision blurred as she felt drawn into the young man's bright gaze.

"You were the last Hand, the strongest," smiled the young man. "A pity you can no longer embrace the Force, that lessens your value to me."

Mara blinked her eyes and took a step away from the Emperor's son. "Who are you? I didn't know the Emperor had a son."

The young man regarded Mara. "That is my mother behind me, her name is Roganda Ismaren."

"Roganda was one of the Emperor's concubines," said Mara.

"His favorite," added the woman from the throne.

"I was born without his knowledge. Mother fled to this world after Father died, she raised me here, and here I came into the fullness of my power. The Dark Side sang to me, I listened and learned much, I reached out across the galaxy to gather my Father's Hands, he had many, serving as his secret eyes and ears, killing his enemies..."

"I know," whispered Mara.

"Yes, you do, don't you, Mara?" smiled the young man. He drew close to Mara, caressed her soft cheek again. "I am Irek Ismaren, I am the Heir to my father's Empire, and you belong to me."

Mara looked up into Irek's brilliant, gold eyes. "Yes," she murmured.

Irek enfolded Mara's left hand, he began leading her from the stone throne room.

"Irek! There is much to do! Shouldn't you oversee the other Hands?" called out Roganda from the shadows of the throne room.

Irek slowly looked over his right shoulder. Roganda raised a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with fear.

"In due time, dear Mother," smiled Irek. He walked with Mara into the dark passageway, moving as easily without light as Mara did.

***

Irek's bedchamber overlooked the jungle valley. The breeze wafting into the rock chamber was scented with sweet blossoms, Mara looked out at the green panorama that turned to orange and gold as the sun quickly set. The gentle breeze ruffled Mara's scarlet hair, she turned when Irek offered her a glass of white wine.

"A gift from one of my Hand's hunting forays," grinned Irek, raising his glass to Mara before drinking deeply.

Mara drank deep, the wine was cool and sweet, her tongue tingled long after she had swallowed. Irek waited for Mara to empty her glass before taking it from her. He set both empty glasses aside, then approached Mara, his golden eyes running up and down her slim body.

"I've had every Hand that answered my call, they were all eager and very energetic, I hope you equal them," smiled the young man.

Mara didn't move when Irek unzipped the front of her black body suit. She wriggled her shoulders free of the tight, rubber garment, it fell to her waist. She wrapped her lithe arms around Irek's neck, he kissed her roughly, his hands slipping into her open suit, fondling her firm buttocks. Mara rubbed her bare breasts over Irek's taut torso, she kissed the young man hungrily, standing on tiptoe while he squeezed her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Irek grabbed Mara's arms and pushed her onto his wide bed. Mara tugged down her body suit, Irek threw off her boots, then pulled the suit from her legs. The Emperor's son held Mara's lean legs together, he licked her feet, his lips sucked hard on her toes. Mara smiled, she spread her legs apart for Irek after he was done with her feet. Irek slipped his hands underneath Mara's ass and pulled her crotch to his mouth. He sucked ravenously on Mara's pussy, tugging on the folds of her labia, his tongue dipping into her warm cunnie. Mara moaned loudly, she rubbed her pussy against Irek's lips, her juices quickly coated the young man's mouth and tongue. Irek buried his mouth within Mara's pink slit, she pressed her thighs against his cheeks, her pelvis shuddered as he probed her vagina with his tongue, his wet lips caressing her tender clit.

Mara clutched the sheets beneath her, she arched her back, groaning deeply while she climaxed. Irek held tightly to Mara's small, round buttocks, swallowing the nectar that gushed from her musky sex.

Irek let Mara's ass fall onto the bed. Mara sat up, then leaned forward. After Irek quickly removed his clothes, Mara kissed the tip of his long erection. She looked up at the Emperor's son as she slid her tongue down to the base of the young man's prick, she moved her tongue back to the tip, coating the shaft with her saliva. Mara opened her mouth wide and swallowed Irek's cock. Irek began pumping through Mara's moist lips, panting while his cock rammed down Mara's throat. Mara tilted her head back so Irek could shove his member deeper into her throat, she stroked the descending shaft with her tongue, making it slick with her warm saliva. Mara slid her tongue along the thick vein that ran the length of Irek's penis. The young man moaned with pleasure, his cock grew between Mara's jaws, her lips were tight around the shaft, sucking wetly.

The Emperor's son could feel his seed swelling within his trembling cock. He pulled his shaft out of Mara's luscious mouth and grabbed her naked shoulders. Irek rolled Mara onto her hands and knees, he slapped her ass, then spread her buttocks apart. Mara looked over her left shoulder, she set her knees apart, ready for Irek to fuck her from behind. The young man eased into Mara's cunt. Mara bit her lower lip, her fingers pressing into the mattress as she felt Irek's cock slip deep into her vagina. Mara squeezed with her cunt, Irek groaned sharply, he clasped Mara's buttocks while he pushed deeper into her belly, until his entire prick was buried inside her. Mara started to push back with her arms, grinding her ass into Irek's crotch. The Emperor's son hugged Mara's thin waist, he humped her creamy buttocks, groaning with ecstasy when she clenched her vagina, milking his swollen cock. Both lovers were quickly dripping with sweat, Mara pushed harder and harder while Irek stabbed into her cunt, gasping when Mara's pussy squeezed his stiff member.

Mara threw back her head, her gleaming, red hair flinging a shower of perspiration into the air. She was panting loudly, her breasts jiggled while she humped the young man's cock, honey pouring down her bare legs. Irek rested over Mara's spine, he caressed her stomach, he enfolded her bobbing tits and squeezed them hard. The Emperor's son rode on top of Mara, his cock buried inside her ass, the shaft shuddering when it blasted a thick stream of cum into the bucking woman. Heat filled Mara's belly, her pussy convulsively tightened around Irek's cock, she held his penis in her cunt until every drop of semen had spilled free. Mara's skin glowed bright pink, her blood boiled, her heart pumped so fast her vision swam. Mara trembled when Irek stroked her slick back and buttocks, she collapsed onto the sweat-soaked sheets, drained and weak. Irek lowered his weight onto Mara, his softening cock rested between her buttocks. He placed his arms over hers, his cool lips kissed the back of her neck, her warm pink shoulders. Mara smiled and closed her eyes.

*****