SWTOR: Everyone Loves Lana Pt. 04

Disclaimer: This story is based on Lana Beniko, from the Bioware game Star Wars: The Old Republic. Lana has found a rival in Lord Phorlis, an insatiable Sith Pureblood. Now they will compete for the favour of their mutual Master, Darth Arkous... if they can stop fucking long enough to actually fight, that is.

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Part 4 - Sex, and a Showdown

Sith Lord Lana Beniko had had a long day, and was glad of the chance to relax. She was currently lounged out, face down and naked, on a jet-black massage table in the large suite she called her home. Through the windows nearby, Lana could see the vast urban sprawl of the Imperial capital of Kaas City, a dark metropolis characterised by grey-black towers. Lightning flashed in the sky, and rain fell heavily on the land below.

Leaning over her, Lana's scantily clad Twi'lek slave, Elema, dug her hands in and began to massage her Mistress's body. Lana felt her aches vanish as the blue-skinned alien worked diligently. She began at the Sith Lord's calves and worked up, along Lana's smooth thighs and perfectly formed ass, and then paid close attention to the back. Lana sighed contentedly as she relaxed.

The Sith Lord began to lose track of time, and was almost drifting off to sleep when Elema whispered gently, "Please turn over, Mistress."

Lana complied, rolling onto her back and allowing the Twi'lek to continue. Again she began at the feet, lightly rubbing Lana's perfect toes and heels, and then working up. As the slave reached Lana's legs, she paid close attention to the inner-thighs. As she did so, Elema's delicate hands accidently brushed her Mistress's pussy and its light crop of blonde hair. Lana felt a tingle, and moaned softly.

Moving on, the slave reached Lana's breasts, and gave them a tender massage that only served to stir the Sith Lord's growing arousal. From there on to Lana's strong lightsaber-wielding arms, rubbing away the aches. Finally, Elema announced, "Finished, Mistress."

Lana pondered this. Yes, she was tired, but the sexy Twi'lek's tender administrations had woken the Sith Lord's hunger. "You have done well, my slave," Lana found herself saying, "But one part of me still needs work..." And with that she parted her legs, and Elema's eyes darted to the human's pussy, exposed and glistening moist.

"Of course, Mistress," She intoned, and lowered her gorgeous face. Lana smiled as she felt the alien's eager lips kiss playfully around her snatch, teasing to enhance her pleasure. And then suddenly she felt the Twi'lek's tongue, well-practiced and skilled, delve deep and caress her clit.

"Oh!" Exclaimed Lana, delighted by the sensation. Elema had been her slave for many months, but she never tried of the intense pleasure that her loyal Twi'lek could provide. "Oh yes, there!" She whispered between moans, encouraging Elema's actions.

The slave licked and teased with enthusiastic devotion, knowing exactly how to please her Mistress and eagerly taking to her appointed task. Beneath her, Lana gently twitched, moaning her approval, and Elema drank eagerly of the taste of her pussy.

Lana was just starting to really get into it, feeling the tingle and stirrings of an approaching orgasm, when suddenly a chime sounded in the room. It was the sign of someone at the apartment's entrance. Immediately Elema ceased her efforts, looking up at Lana. "Mistress?"

The Sith Lord sighed. Whoever was calling at this late hour was either extremely important and on official Imperial business, or had a death wish. "Answer the door, my slave," She said with some reluctance.

With a bow, Elema turned and departed the room. Moving swiftly down the adjoining corridor, she made for the suite's entrance, a small waiting room connected to a turbolift that ran the length of the tower they lived in. Despite her revealing attire (the current fashion among slaves on the Imperial capital world of Dromund Kaas) the Twi'lek answered the door without embarrassment.

Standing there beside the turbolift access was an Adonis of a man. A massive figure of a Sith Pureblood, crimson of skin and ruggedly handsome of face, he cut an impressive figure in his black Sith robes and armour. "Good evening," Said the man in a rich deep voice, running his eyes over Elema's revealing attire with obvious approval. "I am Lord Phorlis. I wish to speak with Lord Beniko."

The Twi'lek bowed in the presence of the Sith, and tried not to dwell overly long on his gorgeous smouldering eyes and wild, black hair. "Please come this way, my Lord," She said, and led him to the living room.

Waiting there, sitting upon the metal and cushioned sofa, sat Lana, hastily dressed in a single piece green robe. "Lord Phorlis," She greeted warmly, though her eyes betrayed her annoyance, "To what do I owe the honour of your presence at this late hour?"

Elema scurried swiftly from the room, leaving the Sith to converse in private, as Lord Phorlis moved to sit by Lana. Confident as ever, he looked her deep in her sparkling golden eyes. "It has been several days since we last met. I thought it was time that I paid you a visit, to see how you are settling in to life in the capital."

His deep voice was warm, inviting, almost concerned, but Lana was not fooled. Phorlis was making some sort of point in visiting her, that much was clear. They were both apprentices to the powerful and influential Darth Arkous, but 'officially' they had never met. Their Master was clearly scheming by keeping them both in the dark about each other. It was only in aid of foiling that agenda that Lana deigned to meet with Phorlis at all.

"I am settling in well, thank you," She told him. "And if you wished to meet tomorrow to discuss other matters I would of course be amenable, but I regret to say that it has been a long day and..."

She trailed off, hoping he would get the hint, but the massive Pureblood was not listening. Sliding in close to her, he spoke in a husky voice. "I cannot forget what we did last week," Phorlis told her. "You pleased me in a way no other woman ever has."

In spite of herself, Lana smiled fondly at the memory. "You flatter me, my Lord."

"No, I don't," He said, edging closer to her. "You are amazing."

Lana knew what he wanted, and perhaps if Elema had finished the massage as she had intended, Lana would be sated and done. But instead the blonde-haired Sith Lord found herself turned on and unsatisfied, and this gorgeous hunk of man was now offering himself to her, and she could not deny the urge to accept his proposal. True, she had only fucked him previously to take his measure, and a second encounter was not strictly necessary. Still, it may be enjoyable...

"You want me?" She asked teasingly, "Then you can wait. I have to get a shower," Lana declared, and rose from the chair. Making for the door that led to a nearby corridor, she paused and looked back over her shoulder. As she expected, Phorlis was rising to follow her, eyes fixed on her shapely ass, which she swayed seductively as she moved.

In the corridor, Lana moved slowly, gently placing one bare foot in front of the other, using the Force to sense that the other Sith Lord was still on her tail. Phorlis followed at a distance, in no rush, as Lana made for the bath room. Inside was the massive sunken bath-come-pool where Lana often bathed with Elema, but right now it was lying empty.

Lana paused at the entrance, and shrugged out of her robe. It fell to the floor, revealing her nude body and backside to Phorlis, and then she stepped down into the empty bath. She gestured and used the Force, and the overhead shower came on, cascading hot water down onto her. Her blonde hair darkened and flattened against her head as she tipped it back, letting the droplets fall and run in rivulets down her flawless naked body.

Phorlis watched for a few moments, adoring the sight. Lana made no move to hide any aspect of herself, closing her eyes and letting her hands roam freely up and down her body, teasing her breasts and pussy, fingers gently highlighting her gorgeous curves. Slowly, Phorlis began to undress himself, pulling off his heavy robes and armour. Even on a normal day a Sith Lord dressed for battle, and the Pureblood was no exception, so it took him a few minutes to get nude. Lana did not mind, opening her eyes to watch him strip as she continued to touch herself.

Finally, Phorlis stood naked, his fantastically muscled body on proud display. Lana grinned lustily to see him exposed, and her gaze lingered on his massive cock, which was rapidly engorging to its full impressive size. The Pureblood reached down and began to stroke his erection, letting Lana stare at it a little longer and lust for it a little more. It was not until he saw her lick her lips hungrily that he laughed and then approached.

Descending the steps of the bath, Phorlis approached Lana and soon felt the spray of hot water upon his skin. She reached out, pulled him closer, and kissed him again as the water ran down their faces. His massive arms hugged her tight, causing her sumptuous tits to press up against his ripped chest. Below, his erection, sticking up firmly, slapped her stomach. Lana's fingers found it, grabbed hold, and began jerking it gently as their kissing continued.

Phorlis moaned deeply as her hands, delicate yet strong, went to work on his cock. Lana relished the feel of it, almost as big as her lightsaber and just as comforting to have in her palm. Seeing how much the Pureblood was getting into it, Lana broke the kiss, looked Phorlis deep in the eyes and began to pump faster with both hands. "Hands or mouth?" She asked him over the sound of the shower.

"You know you want to taste me again," He told her confidently.

Lana nodded and dropped to her knees. Sweeping a thick strand of wet hair from her face, she guided his erection towards her mouth. Clamping her lips over the tip (unable to get the full length in her) she began to lick and suck. At first all she could taste was the shower water, but after a moment the sweet precum goodness of his cock came through. She relished the flavour, working the shaft with her hands in an effort to get him to cum.

"Oh fuck," Phorlis moaned, encouraging her. "Yeah, you really wanted this, didn't you?"

Lana's only response was to speed up, jerking him firmly and frantically as she licked and kissed his engorged head. Soon enough Phorlis' exclamations of pleasure grew, his massive cock pulsing and twitching with approaching orgasm. Lana braced herself and gave one more loving tug.

"Fu... UCK!" Called the Pureblood aloud, as his hips thrust forward and he rammed his cock deep down her throat. Lana supressed her gag reflex and welcomed the explosion of cum in her mouth, salty and rich. She tasted and swallowed, as if savouring a vintage, as Phorlis writhed in her grip with orgasm. There was so much, though, that it escaped out the side of Lana's mouth, joining and being washed away by the shower water that cascaded down her face. Withdrawing, she licked her lips, trying to get as much of the delicious pearly jism as she could.

Phorlis looked down at her, head still swimming with his intense climax, amazed by her skill. Reaching down, he pulled her back to her feet, and they shared another kiss (him heedless of the taste of himself on her lips and tongue).

"My turn now," Said Lana hungrily. "Stick that monster where it belongs!"

The Pureblood was ready and willing to oblige, as it only took him kissing Lana's breasts and licking her nipples to reawaken his cock. Lana leered at it, delighted to see him recover so quickly, and decided how best to fuck standing up. Lifting one of her bare legs, she draped it over Phorlis' side, hooking it around his back and placing a bare foot on his firm backside, and then gently lowered her hot pussy onto his manhood.

"Oh fuck yes!" She exclaimed as he entered her, his size and girth filling her so perfectly and completely. Phorlis was getting into it too, with her pussy clamped around his cock so warm and tight, the slightest twitch sent jolts of pleasure right through him.

Lana began to rock back and forth eagerly, and the Pureblood thrust his hips in return. His manhood surged in and out, and both began moaning in pleasure, but Phorlis wanted more. His powerful arms grabbed Lana by the waist and he widened his stance, allowing her raised leg to find better purchase on his hip. Lana quickly caught on to what he was suggesting, and threw her other leg up too.

Her two legs now rested on Phorlis' thighs, her bare feet crossed over his ass, and he carried her entire weight. A testament to his strength and size, he held her in the air, bouncing her up and down on his erection while she writhed in exultant pleasure. "Yes! Oh fuck me YES!" Lana cried. Her head tipped back, hair wildly shaking water as the other Sith buried his face in her glorious tits.

The needy heat of Lana's sex grew swiftly, and she let the sensation sweep over her, holding nothing back. Her ecstatic cries of climax echoed down the halls of her suite as she came hard, bucking wildly with waves of mindless pleasure in Phorlis' arms. It was a testament to his might that he held her up, still ramming her hard and deep until her voice died down to a satisfied sigh.

Slowly she put her legs down and he withdrew his monster cock, which still strained hard and desperate for more release. Lana looked down at it and then back to Phorlis' chiselled face. "To the bedroom, my Lord?" She asked him, golden eyes shining.

"Absolutely, Lord Beniko," He said, eyes alive with thoughts of all the ways he would ravish her.

A flick of the Force and the shower shut off, the heat of it rapidly fading as they shook the excess water from their bodies. Lana reached out with her mind, and a few moments later the door to the bathroom opened, and Elema was standing there with towels.

The Twi'lek slave, dressed highly revealingly to please her owner, approached the two Sith slowly. Lana stepped up to her, taking the towel and beginning to dry off, but she noticed the look on her pet's face. Elema was staring at Phorlis, who made no attempt to hide his impressive body and attributes from her gaze.

"Enjoying the view, my slave?" Lana asked her, shaking the Twi'lek out of what could only be a naughty daydream.

"Oh! Um... nothing, Mistress Beniko," Stuttered the blue-skinned beauty, averting her gaze.

Phorlis, his sexual hunger insatiable, approached. He did not take a towel, instead reaching out a massive hand and caressing Elema's face. The Twi'lek felt the warmth of his touch, and allowed him to turn her face to meet his gaze. The Pureblood studied her beautiful alien features, exotic and tantalizing. "Lord Beniko, you never mentioned that you had such excellent taste in slaves."

"This is Elema, and she is mine," Said Lana carefully. "Unless, of course, you are in a mood to join us, my slave?" She asked. "The choice is yours."

Maybe for another slave and another Mistress, there would be no real 'choice', but Lana had a soft spot for Elema and the Twi'lek knew that she genuinely had an option to refuse. Another sweeping glance of Phorlis' nude body and colossal cock, however, and it suddenly seemed no choice at all.

"I am here to pleasure you and your guest, Mistress Beniko," She said at last.

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The bedroom was kept to a warm temperature, which was welcome to the two Sith Lords as they entered, bodies still damp from the shower. Lana threw her towel aside, letting it land in a crumpled heap upon the floor, and fell naked onto her bed. The large double bed, covered in red and black sheets, sagged gently under her weight, and she positioned herself to watch the others.

Phorlis stood nearby, sizing up the image of Lana spread nude across a bed, and then turned to face Elema. The Twi'lek had followed her two superiors in, and now waited on their pleasure. Phorlis approached her, looking up and down at her skimpy slave girl outfit and quickly deciding that she was still wearing too much.

He moved in close, and Elema focused on him with undivided attention. The Sith Pureblood reached up, taking her beautiful blue face in his powerful hands, and then kissed her full on the lips. She yielded to him, the kiss quickly turning from tender to passionate as she pressed in close against his powerful body. Phorlis moved his hands away from her face, tracing them down her lekku head-tails and causing her to shiver in joy as he stimulated them. From there they found her back, and the clasps of her top that was there. A quick flick of the wrists and the revealing attire fell away, exposing her breasts to him completely.

"Magnificent," He told her, his deep voice clearly appreciative. A lot of people in the Sith Empire were prejudiced against aliens, but Phorlis adored gorgeous women regardless of their race.

Stepping back and idly jerking his cock (which was rapidly getting hard again) Phorlis stared at her body and said, "Now the rest, slave."

"Yes, my Lord," Elema whispered, clearly aroused by his heady presence. She slipped out of her golden sandals, and then pulled off her bottoms. Standing naked, the Twi'lek made no attempt to hide her tits or hairless pussy. Placing her arms behind her back, she looked at him. "Do I please you, my Lord?"

His only response was to advance towards her, sweeping her up in his arms and dropping her down on the double bed. Lana moved effortlessly out of the way as the two landed beside her, delighting in seeing Phorlis with her slave.

The aggressively sexual Pureblood went right to work, ravishing Elema with kisses across her body. He began at the breasts, licking her nipples with squeezing her tits with his firm hands, and then worked his way elsewhere. Roaming her thighs, Phorlis reached out and lightly caressed the Twi'lek's pussy, causing the slave to moan audibly. Lana just watched, growing aroused at the spectacle before her, and gently began to tease herself between her own legs.

The Pureblood's cock was now raging hard, and Elema reached up and gently caressed it with her hand, causing Phorlis to shudder. It leaked precum freely, and lubricated her touch as she slowly but surely changed from caressing to jacking, gently pumping his massive erection.

Stimulated and now eager to cum, Phorlis could wait no longer. He grabbed her legs firmly, and then dragged her in close as he knelt on the bed. Elema went willingly, letting go of his cock in expectation of what was to happen next. The blue-skinned alien met the Sith Lord's eyes, and with a hungry look nodded.

The Pureblood spread her legs and thrust his colossal manhood inside her.

"Fuck!" Exclaimed the Twi'lek, shocked but overwhelmingly pleased by what filled her. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck me, my Lord! Fuck me!"

Phorlis smiled lustily as he began to oblige, driving in and out of her as deep as he could. Elema gasped and moaned in pleasure, loving every second of it, writhing in ecstasy as he drilled her.

Lana watched them both, especially the hypnotic back-and-forth motion of Phorlis' smooth and firm ass. She smiled as she teased her pussy, studying every inch of the red-skinned Pureblood and blue-skinned Twi'lek, who made such a gorgeous (and colourful) sight. Eventually, though, her gaze turned to Elema's face.

Her slave's features were a picture mindless joy, but she managed to turn her head to face Lana. Elema's piercing eyes locked in on where her Mistress was playing with her clit, and Lana distinctly saw the Twi'lek lick her lips. Lana frowned, momentarily confused, but her slave nodded, silently begging with her eyes.

Lana moved, her nude body sliding across the bedsheets towards the hard fuck-fest nearby. Immediately Elema reached out, grabbing her Mistress's foot, and began sucking on the toes. Lana delighted at the sensation, and allowed the Twi'lek to lift her head higher, running her tongue up Lana's leg. The blonde-haired Sith drew closer, closer, and eventually reached her leg over her slave to allow her to kiss her inner-thigh.