Chapter 1 - The Padawan's Introduction

Another day, another adventure on a planet that wasn't the homeworld Grift missed. He had no problem travelling; he knew from the start that his future Jedi duties would demand a nomadic lifestyle. Nonetheless, as a Padawan, he still had much to learn, and overcoming his nostalgia and yearning for home would be part of his initiation.

Grift's current mission was very simple - too simple, in fact. Having complex objectives helped him feel focused, and invest his emotions into his work. But his master had given him a basic job, to patrol a small town in this planet that felt so very far away, even for a different planet from his own.

His master had told him that it was exceedingly unlikely there'd even be minor threats here. His task here served only to educate him on how to manage an assigned area, patrolling it correctly, and recognizing and eliminating threats. But he knew that the latter responsibilities would not be relevant here.

He trudged through the many halls and paths within the town, his eyes focusing on the same citizens again and again. The constant loops he made along his route caused him to lose grasp of time, his mind wandering as did his body.

Grift began passing through a section of his path within some heavy foliage along the town. Thick trees, abundant vegetation of every type, and moist soil surrounded him at every twist and turn.

As he trotted along, he suddenly felt uneasy. It seemed as though a menacing aura slowly crept around him, eyes watching him from the greenery. Still, he paced forward, even as his breathing quickened and his pupils dilated.

The brush behind Grift crackled alive with movement, and he turned on his heel to face whatever stalked him. Yet, nothing but the very same verdure greeted him. He spun his head forward again just as he heard the explosive purr of a lightsaber.

Ahead of him, clad in black robes and hood, armed with a vibrant red saber, stood a Zabrak woman. She gazed into his eyes sternly, her crimson skin accentuated by the dark tattoos along her face, her head spotted with small horns. Black hair flowed from her head, shimmering in what little sun crept through the trees. Her wide stance and intense stare created an intimidating image for even an experienced Jedi.

Grift immediately drew his saber, sapphire igniting from the hilt as he brought it up to his side. With a confidence that only either an amateur or a true master could inspire, he sprinted forward. Unfortunately for Grift, he was nowhere near the rank of master.

By the time he was anywhere close to his Sith foe, his back was slamming down onto the forest floor. His breath left him as the impact dazed him, and he gaped up into the sky. Footsteps approached his motionless form as he struggled to gain the energy to move.

The Zabrak Sith towered over him, a sobering sight for the rookie. He crawled backwards, standing up as he continued to backpedal. With a quick lunge, she grabbed his hands, pinning him to a tree. With incredible sleight of hand, she immobilized him with stun cuffs attached to the tree. Grift quickly raised his leg to kick his opponent, only to receive a quick thrust from a fist into his abdomen.

“You will not resist. Submit.” She spoke harshly.

“You'll get nothing from me!” Grift grunted out, speaking through his teeth.

“Where is your master?” She demanded, her eyes piercing straight through him fiercely.

“You really think I'm going to tell you that? You won't be finding him anytime soon.” He replied, still gasping to catch his breath.”

His cockiness seemed evidence enough to the Zabrak that the master she seeked was nowhere close. Frustration filled her, and she grimaced in anger as she sighed. There was no point coming here, the prey she searched for for so long still was not in her grasp. She dropped her gaze back down to the Padawan.

Well… Maybe this trip doesn't have to be completely pointless, she thought. She dropped her hood, her silky ebony hair spilling outward. Even the most diligent of us deserve leisure time.

She crouched down, letting her knees sink down into the ground in front of Grift. She grabbed his pants, a hand on each of his legs, and slowly pulled them, until they laid beneath him

“Wha- what are you doing? What is this?” Grift struggled against his confines as he felt his bare skin exposed to the warm air of the day.

“Quiet. Just relax, and you will be just fine.” With his undergarments no longer equipped, the Zabrak reached a hand forward, lightly rubbing her fingers along his bare cock.

Grift gasped in shock as he felt her warm skin along his, caressing him slowly and carefully. His breathing quickened rapidly as he felt excitement building through him, blood rushing downward as he began stiffening.

“I don't know what you think you're do-” Grift began, only to feel a finger hushing his lips. The Zabrak stared up into his eyes.

“Shush. There's no need to be worried.” She began stroking him quicker as he squirmed slightly, the sensation of ecstasy slowly increasing. He gazed down at her as she gazed right back, and then opened her mouth to wrap it around the head of his penis.

Her mouth encased his dick as she gradually engulfed his entire length, until his hilt pressed against her lips. He groaned loudly as he felt her heat and saliva encompassing him, her tongue massaging his frenulum. The Zabrak withdrew from his waist, and then licked all around the head of Grift’s cock as he continued to struggle in excitement against his confines.

“Please just… Just suck it… Please.” Grift begged desperately. She chuckled, amused at how easily her prey surrendered to her advances. She preferred something of a struggle, the thrill of displaying her power in full, destroying the will of those who dared challenge her. Ah, well. Perhaps another time.

She granted Grift's request, sucking down his entire dick as her tongue teased the bottom of it. She increased her pace, bobbing up and down, his member constantly switching between the free breeze of the outside and the warm, comfortable wetness of the Zabrak’s maw.

Grift's dick swelled up as pleasure swiftly annihilated his composure. He moaned wildly as she vacuumed him up repeatedly, one of her hands gently pulling and squeezing his testicles.

Eventually, she felt his balls pull upwards, and as a cry escaped from his mouth the Zabrak knew what was coming. She buried her face into his crotch as cum erupted from his urethra. She savored his salty fluid, letting hot jets spurt into her throat. She hummed around his cock, the vibrations milking every ounce from him.

Finally, his orgasm came to a close. Grift found himself just as oxygen starved as when he was initially knocked to the soil, still utterly lost in trying to understand the Zabrak's motives.

“You're too easy. You think you'll become a jedi? Ha! You're a joke. Good luck convincing them to allow you to scrub the floors.” The Zabrak jeered.

Grift's head spun. The words she'd spoken reverberated in his head, and his meager beginnings as a youngling came back to him. All of the effort he gone through, the difficulties he'd overcome, had all culminated in this. Sitting half naked, moist soil digging into his bare skin, his seed spilled on the ground, swallowed by a Sith. He could scarcely imagine a more humiliating spectacle.

But these thoughts ignited in his head like a fuse to dynamite. Using the tree as leverage, he stumbled to his feet. He watched the Zabrak as she casually strolled away, her hips swaying as though to taunt him.

Rage burned through his veins like napalm, and without another moment spent wasted, he sprinted for the Sith. The last thing she expected from her feeble adversary was Grift sprinting towards her, and as she pivoted to face him, she instantly felt his arms lock around her as he pinned her up against a tree.

“Just who do you think you're up against!?” She said with a quivering voice. She struggled against his arms, but it was all in vain, as she could scarcely move a muscle.

“A joke, am I? We'll see about that.” Fury blazed through his eyes as he swept aside the Zabrak's groin cloth, revealing her reddish-pink shaven pussy, still soaked from the thrill she'd had from draining him previously.

“You wouldn't da- Oh!” She gasped as she felt his burning hot length press inside her. Grift's arms held her legs upward as his cock slammed hilt deep into her dripping wet vagina, receiving a lusty moan from her as she felt her walls grasping him tightly, despite her attempts to resist him.

“You… ah… won't… beat… ah…” She trailed off as euphoria began to eclipse her ability to think. Grift began to pound her harder, grunting loudly as he thrusted harder and deeper with every movement. As he fucked her, he dropped her downward onto his cock with every thrust in, lifting her up as he withdrew, in order to get as deep into her as possible.

The Zabrak briskly came to the realization that he was now in control, Grift's wrath powering him into turning her into his bitch. While a voice in the back of her head attempted to rouse her strength, the pleasure was far too attractive. She couldn't begin to consider losing this feeling, and began to resign herself to being his fuck toy.

“Okay big guy…” She huffed, “if you're so tough, what's with this weak display, huh?” She smirked mischievously.

Grift's eyes seemed to nearly burn right through her skull. He pulled himself out of her torturously slowly, inch by inch. To her, it felt like years. But then, in the blink of an eye, he pounded his dick into her, pulling her legs up to angle himself as far inside her hole as possible. The Zabark groaned in passion as she felt every bit of him rubbing inside her saturated pussy.

Grift dug his mouth against her neck, lightly biting her neck as her head rolled to the side. He growled as he hammered his slick dick to the hilt into her. It seemed as though he wasn’t just keeping the swift tempo, but quickening constantly as his hips beat against her thighs with every sudden movement, sharp slaps echoing through the air. The heat of his skin against and inside of her drove her crazy, so much so that she felt as though she’d explode. The faster he battered her hole, and the further inside her he went, the tighter her vaginal walls gripped him. She desperately gripped the tree behind her for support as his unrelenting power sent electric chills all throughout her. Though she longed to wrap her legs around his waist, he firmly held them upwards, which caused her to become even more greedy for his domination of her insides.

“Are you my slut?” He demanded savagely.

The Zabrak could barely keep her eyes straight by this point. They began to roll back in her head as her tongue hung out of her mouth, her drool becoming yet another fluid based casualty of the encounter.

“Are. You. My. Slut?” Grift snarled, slowing his pace and staring menacingly at her.

“Yes yes yes! Please, please keep going! Give me everything you have, please!” She implored, wanting to feel him filling her up again.

“Do you like my dick filling you up, slut?” Grift replied.

“YES! Please, just pound that fucking thing into me! Please!” She cried.

Grift smirked, his pride restored at the sight of the surrendered Sith. With a groan, he began smashing himself deeply into her. He pressed her into the tree, separating her legs even further as the barbarous intercourse continued.

Bellowing lustful moans escaped the two as Grift ferociously bludgeoned her with his rock hard cock. Her pussy became tighter than ever, wringing out his penis as she used her leverage with the tree to bounce down onto him. Squeaks, screams, moans, and groans exploded from their throats as they each approached orgasm.

The Zabrak’s vagina squeezed his swollen penis hard as climax overcame Grift. He leaned his head back as he cried up to the heavens, his dick a cum volcano as the silky pussy around him kneaded him from head to hilt. Silence was the only voice left for her, her mind white with cataclysmic pleasure. Cum spilled out of her filled pussy, dripping along the tree and further moisturizing the soil.

The couple sank to the soil, Grift releasing her legs. Without thinking, the Zabrak wrapped her arms and legs around him, lovingly holding him to her. Despite knowing this woman was his sworn enemy, he returned the favor, hugging her in a warm embrace, snuggling his face into her pillowy jet black hair. Hot air exploded from their lungs onto one another’s skin, sweat mixing between the duo.

The Sith Zabrak pulled away, and both of them gazed at the other with childlike wonder. Two opposites in every way, intertwined in a symphony of aggressive lust and indulgence.

“Maybe…” The Zabrak puffed, “you should tell your master to teach you fighting instead of fucking.”

Grift rolled his eyes and began to pull his member out of her, only to feel her pull him right back in.

“Seriously, though. Well done.” She couldn’t help but give a grin of approval.

With a chuckle, Grift fully pulled out. After a few moments of catching his breath, he stood up, and clothed himself. He found himself humored by the sight of the Zabrak, who now was in the very same position he was in after she’d finished him off the first time, soaked in a puddle of fluids on the tepid forest floor.

“Uhh… I don’t really know why you did that, but…” Grift’s sight fell to the ground.

“Thanks. I think.”

“Don’t thank me, Padawan. We’re still sworn enemies.” She stated.

“Yeah… I know.” He tried to remain stoic, but in truth, he’d never felt such affection. He knew he shouldn’t have done any of what he did with her, but he didn’t regret it. Yet, he hung his head in resignation, and began to walk away.

“Hey” She shouted, “I’m Nirva. Maybe we’ll meet again.” Grift couldn’t tell if it was a suggestion or a statement, but something inside him ached for the former.

“Yeah… Maybe.” He said. One last time, he turned his back to her, and strode through the woods, a smile lighting up his face.