Invader Syndrome Ch. 75 (Star Wars AU) (Patreon)

(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

A/N: Vader does his thing.

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Vader’s hands close around Ashla’s hips, his eyes locking with the personification of the Force as his cock slides between her thighs and up against her slippery, wet sex. She barely has time for her breath to hitch before he slams forward into her, planting his dick as deep inside of her gushing twat as he possibly can.

Her reaction is immediate, spine arching, torso lifting off of the bed, eyes rolling up in her head. It’s quite the evocative image and Vader uses the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy to fuel his own lust, drawing upon the Dark Side more and more heavily as he snarls and growls, beginning to really and truly fuck her.

There’s no holding back here. This isn’t just another bout of sex; this is for his very freedom. And… hers as well. He’s not just trying to escape her; he’s trying to abscond with her. But so long as she’s going to fight him on that front, so long as she’s going to do everything she can to keep them both from leaving this forsaken rock of a planet, Vader… has to pull out all the stops.

Fortunately she’s no more experienced with this form of sex than she was with oral. The more Vader fucks her, the more that inexperience shines through, her moans as much filled with surprise as they are with pleasure. He drives his member deep into her again and again, until the sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room to the brim.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Ashla’s cunt walls try to grip down on his member, of course. And they do possess extraordinary strength that reveals her innately inhuman nature. Her body is as powerful as her mind. The only thing that keeps her insides from stopping him dead in his tracks and holding him in place is how absurdly wet she is.

She’s sopping by now, his original efforts with his tongue having done more than bear fruit in that regard. All of their foreplay, all of her desire… it all led to this moment, to Vader pistoning in and out of Ashla while staring her right in the eyes.

Eyes that stared back at him with a manic sort of intensity even as Ashla locks her legs behind his waist, trying desperately to pull him deeper into her. Eyes that were filled with an eager hope that he would not leave her, that he would not abandon her. How long had she been alone? Truth be told, Vader didn’t know. He was fairly sure that for beings like her and the others who had once resided on Mortis; time was… relative.

Even still, for all that the Light Side had been in decline for centuries, Vader got the impression that the entire tragic drama that had played out between Ashla and her brother and father had not been that long ago. From speaking to different members of the now defunct Jedi Order, he was given to understand that their Falls had all taken place in more recent times, ranging from the past couple of years all the way back decades, but no further.

So perhaps that gave Vader a range in which Ashla’s brother had finally made his move. Even for an immortal being, however, years and years in complete solitude, with nobody to speak to and nothing but your trauma to contend with… was going to be difficult.

It was a wonder Ashla was still sane, albeit partially so. But that did not mean Vader would give up on her. In fact, it made him want to take her away from this place all the more strongly. Not because he was a hero. Not because he wanted to rescue her. But rather… because she would be an asset to his and his wife’s new Empire. And better an asset than a liability… or worse, an enemy who wanted to keep him confined and contained.

With a hoarse groan as he manages to bring Ashla to her third climax since he’s begun fucking her, Vader tips over the edge. He cums inside of her, filling her with the first load of his seed. First… but not the last. Drawing as deeply on the Dark Side as he is, fueling himself with the power of the Force and finding it eagerly answering his call (no doubt thanks to the woman beneath him), Vader remains rock hard and ready for more.

He pulls out of Ashla for just a second to rearrange her, shifting her onto her side for a change of positions and draping her leg over his shoulder. His hand running over her flesh makes her gasp, seeming to give her goosebumps even as Vader places himself back at her once-creamed entrance and thrusts in again a moment later.

Ashla cries out, clutching at the bedding in front of her as her body is rocked by his thrusts. In return, Vader reaches out with his free hand and cops a feel, grabbing one of her heavy, voluptuous breasts and giving it a nice, hard squeeze. She moans even more wantonly at that, looking at him with a more lidded gaze now, the previous mania somewhat tempered by the pleasure he’s already visited upon her.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Vader keeps going, fucking her through orgasm after orgasm, alternating between playing with one breast and then the other. He pounds away at her pussy despite the sticky fullness of its depths, driving some of his previous load out of her cunt via displacement.

All the while, Ashla is squealing like there’s no tomorrow. No words pass from her lips, almost like she’s already forgotten how to speak Galactic Basic. But the noises she makes tell their own sort of story, her lewd cries and loud moans filling the air as she cums for him over and over again.

It’s not merely sex though… it’s a battlefield. The most important battlefield of Vader’s entire life. Even as he’s fucking Ashla with all of his might, using the Dark Side to fuel and enhance his physical strength to absurd degrees in order to give the Force Personification a pounding she will never forget… Vader is also focusing on her focus. On her… awareness.

Ashla might have more power than him, she might be able to control him with a single thought… but if she has no thoughts, all that power matters little, right? If Vader can empty that mind of hers, if he can bring her to the breaking point of ecstasy and leave her truly insensate… then perhaps he can do as he wishes.

Admittedly, it’s merely a hypothesis… but it’s not like he has a better option before him. For the first time in his entire life, Vader finds himself truly outmatched in terms of power. Which means a degree of cunning is required instead.

With another grunt, Vader finishes a second time in Ashla. His seed spills into her womb yet again, prompting a low throaty moan from her as she shudders before him, still on her side with a leg draped over his shoulder. But of course, Vader is still not done… because she’s still much too cognizant for him to do what needs to be done.

That said, Vader pulls out of Ashla… and flips her unceremoniously over onto her front. He does not bother with pulling her up onto her hands and knees. He wants her as ‘relaxed’ and like jelly as she possibly can be. No need for her to try. No need for her to do anything. And so Vader slams home into Ashla again, this time with her prone, his hips kissing her fat ass as his cock disappears between her closed thighs and into her twice-creamed cunt.

Ashla squeals anew as he begins to prone-bone her, pounding into her as she lays face down on the bed, her hands clawing at the bedsheets all the more fiercely.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, more specifically of her buttocks quaking with every impact from his pelvis, fill the room up again. Vader pins Ashla with his hands on her hips at first, driving into her with all his strength. Even in this new position, Ashla continues to cum for him pretty much nonstop, orgasming over and over again as he fills her with his throbbing mast.

It is here that Vader starts to see real progress. The clawing of the bedding starts to abate as Ashla’s mind begins to properly give in. Overwhelmed and drowning in the pleasure, her moans become gurgles, her cries sounding drooling as they decrease in volume.

Reaching forward, Vader grabs a fistful of Ashla’s hair and yanks her head backwards, forcing her spine to arch. This act receives zero reproach from the woman herself as Vader looks down to see Ashla’s eyes rolled up in her skull and her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

Through the Force he can also tell she’s just about hitting her breaking point… her concentration and focus are shot, her attention diminished and her ability to check his own power disrupted. However, it is not completely gone. She might still notice if he tries anything and come back to her senses at an inopportune moment to stop him.

And they can’t have that, can they? With a grunt, Vader releases Ashla’s head and goes back to fucking her prone with all his power and every last inch of his cock. Best to make absolutely sure before he risks everything on this gambit…

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When Ashla awakens, she is shocked. Mostly because she hadn’t known she even could sleep, let alone wake up from her slumber afterwards. But then, when she looks back upon her memories… she will admit that she didn’t so much ‘fall asleep’ as ‘pass the fuck out’.

Darth Vader had taken her to bed and completely and utterly ruined her. Ashla had never thought sex could be so good, truth be told. At first she’d simply thought to distract the Sith Lord from his desire to leave utilizing her body. After all, when he’d shown her everything he’d done since arriving in this timeline, Ashla had seen all of his sexual escapades as well.

… Perhaps she should have known better, given those ‘sexual escapades’ had actually all been sexual conquests. He had turned the tables on her most effectively and- oh no… had he left?!

Ashla sits up, terrified that Vader has fled Mortis while she was unconscious. That’s when she realizes where she is, however. The bed she is sprawled out upon is NOT the bed in which Vader had fucked her until she’d passed out, though the feel of his cum still sloshing around inside of her lets her know it wasn’t all some hallucination.

Instead… instead, she appears to be in what looks like the cabin of a starship. A moving starship, Ashla realizes with a dawning sense of horror. She’s… she’s been kidnapped! She’s left Mortis! The place of her birth… the place of her father and brother’s deaths… their family’s tomb.

This isn’t possible. It shouldn’t have been possible. Ashla whimpers as she brings her knees up to her chest, holding them tightly. How? Why? More importantly… why was nothing happening? Something should be occurring, right? She should be… punished for leaving Mortis, or something.

… But then, who was left to punish her?

Just as that thought is entering her mind, the door slides open and the Sith Lord who stole her from her home arrives. Darth Vader stands in the doorway for a moment, his orange-yellow eyes staring at her as Ashla freezes under his gaze.

“You’re awake. Good. You have a decision to make.”

Ashla blinks, caught off guard by his words. He seems unafraid of her… as though he thinks she won’t retaliate for what he’s done. But then, she’s not sure she even wants to? What does he mean by a decision though?

“You’re free to do as you want now. You’re free to go where you want, in fact. Or… you can become mine.”

Ashla blinks rapidly at that, even as Vader pulls out a choker and reveals it to her. The moment her eyes land upon it, she goes absolutely still. In an instant, Ashla knows it for what it is… the Dagger of Mortis. Except it’s no longer a dagger, is it? No longer a blade at all…

Instead, it’s a beautifully intricate choker, one that would fit nicely around her throat. Ashla stares at it in confusion, not quite sure how this came about. Fortunately, Vader is in a sharing mood.

“After you lost consciousness, I was able to take control and draw the Dagger of Mortis back out of you.”

Ashla’s breath hitches at the implications. He could have ended her in a heartbeat if he wanted.

“I’ve taken it for myself and tied myself into its power. My dominion over the Force has never been stronger.”

O-Oh. Ashla’s eyes dart between the choker and Vader’s face. Reaching out, she can feel the truth of his words… she’s no longer capable of overpowering him even if she wanted to. He has… usurped her. And yet, for some reason Ashla can’t bring herself to mind.

“However, that dominion is not complete… without your voluntary submission. Hence the choice before you. Wear this and you will become mine, ensuring your place at my feet and my complete and utter domination of you. Or you may leave and do as you wish, finding your own way in the galaxy now that the weight of power no longer shackles you to Mortis.”

A choice… he’s giving her a choice. It’s not one Ashla feels she deserves… and yet, as she stares between his burning eyes and the choker in his hands…

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Ashla reaches out, takes the choker, and puts it on without hesitation, sliding off of the bed and kneeling at her Master’s feet in reverence and submission. She finally knows exactly where she belongs.

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