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She hadn’t thought he’d be stupid enough to chase her through the thick rings of the moon. She had hoped he would simply search from above and lose her of sight. Instead, she found herself crashed in the wet moss of Brendok, once again stranded and alone with the only person to blame calling out to her. She watched as the bigger ship flew across the sky like a shinning comet, the roar of engine reminding her that he would not stop until he captured her. Mae shuffled out of the ship, making her way towards the only shelter she knew. Her heartbeat began a slow increase as she crossed the hills, reaching its peak until she could see the gray structure that was once her home.
Each step brought her closer to the building. She could feel the musk clinging to her nostrils as she came face to face with the old rusty door. A faint memory clogging her mind as she recalled when she was a child and she’d meet up with Osha in the bunta tree. They would play and catch bugs; Mae would practice her magic and Osha would squeak that Mae was being too harsh. But in fact, Mae was never harsh, she was gentle and applied pressure were needed. Everything she did was either ‘too brassy’ or ‘violent’ in Osha’s eyes, mainly because she never practiced, too afraid to touch her magic. In the end they would laugh and repeat their rhyme: You are with me, I am with you.
She decided to scale, clinging to the stone as she made her way up. Her training had brought her an advantage as her muscles flexed and her hands gained speed. When she descended into the pit of the fortress, she couldn’t help but draw in a shaky breath. Everything was exactly as she had left it, all lone and crumbling. If she blinked hard, she could picture her mother standing in a certain spot, she could hear her voice in her memory. Mae knew she had to keep moving, that staying in place would only get her caught by Sol quicker.
Her heavy footfalls resounding along the thick hallways. The darkness clouding her eyes as she tried to find some higher ground, some place where she could hide for spare minutes, just enough to either lose him or end him once and for all. She was halfway down the corridor when a guttural sound echoed through the walls: her name, loud and clear. A chill ran down her spine as she recognized the voice: he was here.
She quickened her pace, her ears straining as she heard the patter of his steps merely feet away from her. She had to think of something and quick. Before she realized she found herself staring at the bridge, the same one where she had fallen to her death only to be sucked into a core tunnel. He yelled her name once more, sounding more agitated and angrier, and certainly nearer. Mae slipped to the ground, pushing her feet off the edge as she braced her hands on the ledge. Taking a deep breath as she swung herself down, hiding her body underneath the concrete slab as she tried to slow her heartbeat, her mind concentrated in keeping still and listening to the man who entered the room.
She heard his boot hit the gravel, merely inches away from her fingertips. Her feet planted in a crevice of stone as she felt her muscles tense. Clenching her jaw she listened to his heavy breathing, she could sense the anxiety reeling out of his force aura, it seemed he was haunted by this place too. He should be. A small smile crept on Mae’s face, knowing for a fact that he was haunted by his actions and the tragedy in Brendok.
This time, he yelled her name with a vigorous ferocity, the rage in his tone only igniting Mae’s own fury. She remained hidden as she listed to the footfalls of his retreating step, pulling herself up as resolve melted in her stomach. The chase would end that day, and either she returned victorious or in chains.
She trailed behind him with silent steps, listening as he roared inside the abandoned fortress, her name echoing as his frustration grew. Mae wondered what would happen if he caught her, would he kill her? He did seem with the intention of it back when he was chasing her in his ship. Her eyes scanned for anything she could use as a weapon, maybe a rock would be enough to knock him out. She grabbed a sharp stone, weighting it in her hand before walking down the steps to the hall. She approached, seeing the sway of his hair as he stopped in his tracks, his head moving to the side as he took her presence in.
“Mae” her name in low grumble, his eyes dark and deepened as he looked at her.
She threw the rock, aiming for his face as she went for a punch to his gut. She barely grazed his robe before she felt a gloved hand on her wrist, tightly pressed around the bone as she yanked her upright. The rock remained frozen in midair connected to the force as his other palm hovered near his shoulder. When he dropped the rock, she felt his fingers dig into her flesh, wrapping hard around both of her wrists as she yelped in pain. Her eyes traveling from the broken stone, her strained hands and his seething face, a twitch as his brow creased and his jaw clenched.
“You were always the most brash and vicious of the two,” he yanked her closer, shaking her as another shriek came out of her. “I wanted to save you both, but now I know that you didn’t need saving, what you need is-”
“What? You never wanted us both! It was Osha who you wanted, and because of it you killed my mother, and you ruined my life!” she trashed against his hold, angling her head as she spat on his face. The spit hitting him on the nose, her saliva slowly dribbling as it reached his mouth.
She watched as his face collected into a cold stare, every muscle in his body locked as he licked his lips, savoring her spit. Sharp horror dropped into her stomach, recognizing the unfriendly gaze with which he was regarding her.
“You need to be corrected, rectified.” He brought her closer, her hands pressed against his chest.
She couldn’t help the shaky laugh that erupted from her mouth, tugging hard from his grip but failing. “You are a sick man.”
His head lowered, coming closer as he applied more pressure to her wrists. “You need to be purged of the darkness inside of you, no wonder you live in such hatred and anger.”
“Anger!” she yelled, her fingers tightening around the collar of his robe, bringing him down as she looked into his face. “You claim to be a Jedi of light and virtue, but you are no more violent than I am. If I am unbalanced, then you have already fallen off the rail.”
A mixture of emotions hit her in the stomach: the blinding anger, the panic and dread, and to her surprise there was also a thick heat that coursed through her body, pooling in her pelvis as the pain only increased her arousal.
“Your mind is twisted, Mae.” That’s when he closed the distance and captured her mouth in his.
His tongue swept in, taking hold of her lips when she cried in shock. The soft sucking on her upper lip as his tongue traced the edge of her teeth, the intrusion feeling so vile as she twisted her head. His hands released her wrists, instead one big palm clamping around the nape of her head and the other at her hip, pressing her strongly against his chest. She could feel the hardness of his member poking her stomach, the thought of it all so wrong and foul. He angled her face back to him, holding her in place by tugging her locs hard from the base. His kiss turning guttural as he forced entrance again, biting his way in as he drew blood on her lower lip.
She could taste the copper tang of her blood mixed with the watered spit between the two. She moved her own lips, tentatively sucking on the flesh as he guided her face to move. Mae could feel the ragged breaths he took every time it hit her cheek, his hand digging on her hip as he brought her closer to his groin, painfully pressing against her. There was an urgency inside of him that had risen to the surface, a greed that manifested only when he was in Brendok. She played along, ingesting every sigh and moan he made as she rolled her hips, arching her back to meet the slow thrust he gave. There was slight relax on the grip in her nape, using the opportunity as she bit hard on his lip, puncturing hard as he winced and let go of her.
A smile of victory dressed her face as she stepped back, “You should have killed me when you had a chance.”
She ran down the hall, her name echoing as he chased after her. Her breath coming in gasps as she ran down the rooms trying to reach the exit hall. Even though she had no real escape plan, she knew she had to trick Sol and leave him behind. She could try and reach his ship, disabling the trackers before disappearing, maybe she could call to Osha through the force, that was if she cared to listen. She was one step away from the courtyard when a boulder crashed over the exit, locking her in the hall. Mae froze in place as panic surged through her body. Damn those Jedi tricks.
“We’re not finished, Mae.” voice hoarse as he approached her, his lip shinning with red blood.
She ducked into a room, looking around for a corner to hide into. She was barely halfway through the room when Sol caught her, pulling her from the waist as he slammed her into an old metallic table, the edge biting into her back as he loomed over her. Mae could feel her heartbeat in her throat, the echo resounding in her ears as she looked at him. Fear and dread as a drop of blood fell into her mouth, her tongue flickering out to lick it.
“Did it give you comfort the thought of killing me?” he twisted her hands above her head, blocking her from kicking him as he pressed her legs together with his knees. “I’m sure it did.”
“I’ll kill you!” she shrieked, twisting to no avail.
“How did you plan to do it? A knife to the throat? Poisoned like Torbin?” a sneer on his lips as he reached between them, taking hold of the clasp of her pants, yanking it open as he slipped his fingers inside. “Tell me.”
She groaned, arching when his gloved fingertips met her hot center. “Let me go!” she yelled, her voice carrying along the abandoned fortress. His hand cupped around her, fingers sliding down the damp undergarment as he massaged the top of her mound. Applying pressure when a soft moan cracked through her; her face furrowed and eyes closed.
“You say you love your sister but you left her to her demise in Khofar. You almost killed her in the fire you created, right here.” His fingers doing circles around her clit, causing her body to spasm as his cruel words sunk in her head, eyes brimming with tears.
“You brainwashed her!” retorted Mae, yanking on his hold as he simply pressed harder.
“I saved her.” His ministrations intensified, the heat lashes climbing down her spine as she instinctively arched her back, meeting the firm press of muscle. “Now I’ll save you.”
He took his hand out, instead using it to yank her pants and undergarment down, blocking against her kicks until they were down on the floor. She watched as he pushed his own pants down and parted his robes, his grown member exposed and erect. She recoiled, lifting her bottom as if to gain distance; he took hold of her ankle, yanking hard as she slumped against the metal table. It was then that he released her wrists, instead taking her thigh in one hand and the other firmly placed on her hip. She took that opportunity to lash out, clawing to his face and tugging on hair, pulling him away as his hands simply dug into flesh. Her fury had reignited, blending in with the betraying desire that was clouding her mind; she twisted and pulled, stopping only when she felt his hand firmly pressed on her neck, his thumb a point over her windpipe.
“You left the ship without permission, ran in an escape pod and dragged me back to Brendok.” His voice omniscient in the quiet, fingers bruising all over her body as he dragged her to the edge of the table. “I’ll make sure you never leave me again.”
The threat puncturing her chest as her hatred rose to the top, staring him down as she bared her teeth. “You’ll pay for this, Jedi”
He angled himself to her entrance, the head glistening with pre-cum as he sunk into her. The length and girth opening her up, splitting her in half as she choked a sob and tears flowed down her eyes. He pushed in, her walls stretching to fit him as he slowly drew to the hilt. His face coming near her as his lips hovered over hers, inhaling every sigh and cry of pain from her mouth. Mae could feel her entire body tremble at the intrusion, her cunt stinging as he slowly started to pull out. The hand on her throat remained steady, almost as leverage as he began a rhythm inside her.
Sol huffed, his breath hitting her face as she dared to look at him; his brow creased in concentration and probably pleasure, her eyes locked on his features as she willed her walls to clench around him. She drank the way his face contorted at the sensation, a gasp emanating from his mouth. A wicked smile crept on her lips, acknowledging the power she held even as she was crushed under his weight. She slid her hands into his hair, scrapping her fingernails against scalp before taking hold of a few strands, pulling hard as she forced him to look at her.
Mae could hear the wet sounds between them, of the panting in both of their breaths, her fingers tightening as she pressed her lips to his. Taking him by surprise as his thrusts stopped for only a second and his mouth gapped open, permitting Mae to stick her tongue in. She tasted the tang of blood just like before, except this time there was a much more possessive sentiment in the kiss. A claiming that she now participated in, her lips sucking on the bitten flesh as he made a sharp sound. A rumble of laughter coursed through her chest, filling the room as she deepened her teeth into the split wound, hanging on as he broke the kiss.
He gave her an incredulous look, driving his hips hard against her as his cock hit deep against her cervix, a sharp pain causing her to buckle as he held her by the throat. Mae decided right then that she would make sure he left their encounter wounded and hurt, just like he had hurt her. Another push, harder and faster as the pain slowly began melting away; a moan floating out of her as her fingers wrapped around his forearm, nails digging into the flesh as she lifted her legs.
“Did you fantasize about fucking my sister? Saw me alive and knew you had to take the opportunity?” she croaked, rolling her hips with each thrust as her clit came in contact with the rough fabric of his robe. “Do you want me to call you ‘Master’?”
A hand on her calf, pulling her hard as he sank deeper inside of her. “You are talking nonsense, Mae.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, the balls of her feet digging into his back as she lifted into her forearms. “You can tell me. I’ll be a good student, Master Sol” her voice squeaked when she felt the cold leather of his hand on her pelvis, stroking the patch of reddish curls.
The fingers dipped into her hooded clit, drawing circles over the nerve that caused her to shut up. Tension building in her stomach at the sensation, feeling overfilled with his increasing thrusts and sweet press on the clit.
“Do you sleep well knowing that you weren’t good enough for you sister? That she chooses over and over again to abandon you?” The flickering of his fingertips sending shivers down her spine, her mind clouded with so much pleasure as she wished to claw his eyes out. “When you were both on that bridge, I could only save one. Do you wish it could’ve been you?”
He hit a spot inside of her, a whimper emanating as the frantic rub against her clit grew hot, the friction insatiable as she felt all the heat pool in her pelvis. She would soon crash into an orgasm, her breath faltering as she clenched her walls. “I wish you dead.”
“I will never leave you, Mae Aniseya. I will haunt you as much as you’ve haunted me.” A small smile adorned his face, eyes traveling down her body as his strokes turned into a devilish beat.
She was so lost in the pleasure that the idea of coming all over her mother’s murderer had not registered until she felt the pool of lust overflowing. She tried to lift from the table, arching so his fingers drifted to the right. Instead, he pushed into her harder, lifting the hand from her throat and pressing down on her pelvis, holding it to the table like a bolt. Her breath hitched as she tugged on his robes, finding anchor when she screwed her eyes shut. Her orgasm crashing down on her, shameful release as her whimpers rang in her ears.
Her walls clenching along his length, spasming as he began thrusting to his own pace. Her head bobbed and her locs flew over her face, sight darkened from the ebbs of her orgasm, the only sound bringing her back to reality were the huffs and pants of Sol on top of her. His hands tight on her hips, savagely raking her as her spend oozed down, making the scene all the much messy.
“You’ll never escape me.” His words low and brittle, cold like a curse as they registered in his mind.
Panic swelled in her chest, eyes flying open as she tried to push him away, aware of the dark intention in his invasion. But it was too late, freezing in place when his damp forehead touched her shoulder. His hands tugging her hip against his cock as it loosened and spilled the hot spurts of cum deep inside her. Shock in her face as she felt Sol pant over her, his lips pressed over the dirty jacket of the civilian suit. He kept her locked as his cock released every drop of his seed, twitching inside her until he finally took it out.
Mae’s anger returned full, finally sitting down as she watched him shove the deflated member back into his pants. Her cheeks heated and her body itching, she rose a hand and slapped him hard on the face, watching as the mark began to manifest on his pale skin.
“That was not necessary.” She tried to keep her composure, sliding off the table as she pulled her own pants on.
When he approached her, a stern look was on his face. Their duel was not over. He took hold of her chin, the gloved fingers gripping tightly as she winced.
“I love Osha like a daughter, but it was because of you that she strayed away. My padawan’s life was taken by your so-called ‘Master’.” There was a harshness in his voice, clipped in pain as he recalled the people he had loved, floating into anger when he looked at her. “You took them all away, and now you will give me one of my own flesh.”
Ice cold dread filling her stomach, locking in place as she shook her head.
“I won’t keep it.” she threatened, tears springing to her eyes.
He stepped closer, inches away as he forced her head up. “Then I’ll do it again. Again and again, until you give me a padawan.”
A lone tear slipped from her eye, down her cheek as it crashed against his gloved palm. “You don’t even know if it will be force sensitive.”
“You are a vergence and I am a Jedi Master, there is no doubt that child will be gifted.”
A vergence? Mae recalled the whispers of a vergence back when Sol and his companions had broken into the fortress, she remembered the preoccupation in Mother Koril’s voice. What did she have to do with that? She glared at him, planting her feet as she leaned forwards into his palm.
“You need help.” She whispered, pulling back fast, causing him to lose his grip on her.
She turned to the door, bolting out and into the hallway, running back into the fatal bridge where she once fell. The chase had begun and once again, he was reaching out to her.