Chapter 1 - An inevitable reunion. (Bastila/Revan)

Bastila cleaned the twinblade, which she had used to engage Brejik before Revan had plunged her swords into the thug’s back, as she tried to think of how to frame this pivotal first interaction. The council had used her bond to wipe out the identity of the former Lord of the Sith, now she knew nothing beyond her programming which told her she was a simple soldier. While that seemed to have worked for now Bastila knew she needed to take command and make it clear that she was in a position of authority that her lies might go unquestioned by the already powerful fighter. 

The first step was to reframe the rescue as a successful escape attempt by Bastila, second to undermine any sense of familiarity Revan might have with the one who had taken nearly everything she was, prompting her to say “Well, maybe those bloody Vulkars will think twice next time before trying to keep a Jedi prisoner! And for you, if you think you can collect me as a prize…” Bastila then feigned surprise as she continued “Wait… I don’t believe this! You’re… you’re one of the soldiers with the republic fleet aren’t you? Yes, I’m sure of it. How did you end up racing for these swoop gangs?” She already knew the force had likely been manipulating events and that this reunion was inevitable, but the truth here only served the dark.

Through their bond she was gratified to feel Revan’s lack of skepticism for her façade, she had bought Bastila’s act of being a domineering, proud Jedi. But what she did feel was alarm. It had backfired to some degree as Revan clearly regarded Bastila as naïve and arrogant to the point that she was likely to compromise their mission. Buried beneath that she felt Revan’s lust and frustration at having spent week after week tirelessly working to free an apparently beautiful but utterly self-absorbed brat of a Jedi. Revan gave only the most basic explanation, making sure to imply that she had orchestrated this rescue “Winning the swoop race was the only way I could save you.”

At this Bastila couldn’t remain calm, it was true that she had been saved but admitting the truth here would bode ill for a future that might see Revan leading both back to the dark. She again tried to obfuscate the truth of Revan’s power over their circumstance, ranting “Save me? Is that what you were trying to accomplish by riding in that swoop race? Well, as far as rescues go this is a pretty poor example. In case you hadn’t noticed, I managed to free myself from that neural restraint collar without your help! In fact, it’s more accurate to say that I saved you! Brejik and his Vulkars would have left you for dead if I hadn’t stepped into that fight. You’re lucky I was here to get you out of this mess!” 

Revan threw up her hands, baffled by the idea she had been saved after spending so long working to rescue this apparently baffling, egotistical Jedi. She replied with barely suppressed rage “I think you got things confused. You were a helpless prisoner until I came along.” Bastila gave her reply in a matter of fact tone “I may have been a prisoner, but a Jedi is never helpless. Maybe you’ve heard of a little thing called ‘the Force’? But I suppose I shouldn’t be too hard on you. You did try to save me after all, even if it didn’t go quite as planned. So, let’s get down to business – we’re not out of danger yet. If I’m going to figure out a way for us to get off this planet I need to know what kind of resources we can draw on. First, are we the only two survivors left from the Endar Spire?”

She felt some hesitance through their link before Revan replied “We’re not, but the rest of my team is isolated from us currently. We’ll rendezvous with them as soon as we can, for now we should lay low before going back to the upper city. The Sith cover the only lift near here and will be all over this place. I have a set of armor that should allow you to pass as a merc while we stay for a few days at the cantina nearby, we’ll let things settle down.” Bastila replied imperiously “That is acceptable for the interim.” This prompted a roll of the eyes from Revan who immediately led Bastila to the suit of light but still obscuring armor which would shield her from recognition for their stay in the lower city.

Hours later as they lay in bed, both now in their smallclothes, Bastila was finally able to relax for the first time in what seemed an eternity. Before Revan had saved her she had been watching and waiting, tense and fed only gruel, for so many weeks held as a prize by those thugs. They had rented one room to minimize the number of trips Revan would need to take to bring them both their food as the lay low. While the cantina food hadn’t been anything amazing it was incredible compared to her slave rations, Bastila had eaten a lot. Revan had given the name picked by the council, Macha. Another facet of this fraud for Bastila to keep in mind, another reminder of Revan’s artificial identity. The harmony between her and Revan, contrived by mind control as it was, seemed far less appealing than what she had imagined all the times she had recited the code. She and Revan had watched some Holocasts, the official Sith occupational government messaging confirmed their suspicion that the lift to the upper city wasn’t safe to use right now. They’d also discovered that Tarisian dramas were incredibly banal. They had spent most of the evening talking about various things, though Bastila tried to avoid the Jedi they had discussed a little about how important they were to save and protect the republic. Now she dozed, with the similarly weary and satisfied Revan laying across from her on their large bed. 

As she drifted off to sleep she unconsciously let her guard down enough for their bond to crack the wall keeping Revan’s true self at bay, both were thrown into the memory of Revan’s final moments as herself. They saw the Jedi strike force led by Bastila confronting the Darth, how Revan twirled her lightsaber with inhuman grace, eager to slaughter the half a dozen Jedi for their arrogance. the explosion Malak’s betrayal had caused knocking Revan out, and Bastila hesitating over the body as she felt the strange bond that her and the council had exploited form.

They both shot bolt upright, Revan’s eyes alarmed and accusing. Bastila’s mind raced, grasping for some way to have Revan forget about this red flag. Revan spoke first, calm on the surface but alarmed through the bond “You asked earlier if I had heard of the Force, I have. What was that, Jedi?” Bastila tried to hide the panic she felt as she replied “It seems you and I are linked through the force, our bond caused you to access one of my most recent and powerful memories. You must have some connection to the force.” Confusion mixed with uncertainty seeped through the bond and washed over Revan’s countenance, but the suspicion remained as she queried further “I have never heard of such a bond.” At this Bastila was nearly overwhelmed with panic. 

She knew she would need to find some way to manipulate Revan. Though she could give further token explanations that would do little to deal with the seed of distrust that would be the primary topic of interest for the rest of their stay here. Even if Revan could be placated in the short term this would almost certainly prove disastrous as they moved forward. Bastila realized she had to grasp the lesser of two evils, thus she reached out to the desire that Revan had felt since she laid eyes on Bastila which had slowly bled through their bond. In the course of the many hours since their reunion something had awoken something in Bastila that the meditation and various emotional suppression techniques could no longer suppress. Truly alive for the first time, Bastila drew on her own attraction to Revan’s shapely form as she worked through their nexus to inflame the lust that was now buried underneath suspicion and confusion. At the same time, she embellished and romanticized their story “As I threw off the neural restraint collar I sent a ripple through the Force, it flowed to you as the only Force sensitive nearby. The Force brought you to me and bound us together.” 

At this Bastila manufactured a smile as she got up to her knees now facing Revan, continuing her deceit “I apologize for my prideful statements earlier, I see now that you saved me, and the Force has chosen you as my guardian.” Bastila tried to approximate a mischievous smile as she slipped one shoulder out of her bra in a way she hoped was seductive “I can think of only one way to give thanks-“ She was interrupted, the flushed Revan surging forward to pull her into a passionate kiss. Bastila hesitated, petrified by her inexperience and surprise. With Bastila working through the bond Revan now so overcome by desire she had little awareness of Bastila’s artifice. Revan had needed only slight encouragement when she had immediately found Bastila’s voluptuous form enticing. Beyond appearance she knew Jedi weren’t supposed to do anything but protect and serve, which only made this whole situation better. Maybe if one Jedi could see that they could be normal people then they could eventually stop being such a bunch of weird cultists. At least she could give Bastila one less reason to switch sides and become a monster.

As they kissed Revan caressed her way across Bastila’s smooth skin. Once Revan had reached around Bastila’s curvy frame she slipped her hands under panties to begin groping and kneading the weighty globes of Bastila’s round ass. Bastila pulled back from the kiss to moan, overcome by the completely alien sensation. Revan moved one hand back up, quickly removing the bra, beginning to cup one of Bastila’s big breasts. Bastila moaned louder as Revan’s head moved down to her other breast, tongue circling one nipple as Revan rolled the other with her thumb, her fingers squeezing. Eventually Bastila’s moans subsided to sighs and Revan pulled back, using her ice blue eyes to peer into Bastila’s pleasure clouded gray ones. 

Seeing only desire there, she gently pushed Bastila supine before removing the panties that contained the fat cock Revan eyed hungrily. The throbbing rod was connected by a strand of pre to the panties which Revan cast aside as she, still on her knees, leaned down to get a closer look as she stroked it reverently. Bastila had an enticing view of the wide hips which framed the top of Revan’s rounded ass as Revan muttered “You’re the only person that got to play with this thing? And people say the Jedi value justice…” Bastila blushed harder and began to correct her, having never “played” with herself. However, she couldn’t get a word out before she gasped as Revan licked from Bastila’s big nuts all the way up her thick shaft. She closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath as she clutched the sheets when Revan took the fat head into her mouth, enjoying the taste of it and the pre. Bastila failed to stifle a moan as Revan slowly took the entirety of the huge rod deep into her now bulging throat. 

Bastila groaned and sighed as Revan bobbed her head up and down, using the depths of her throat to massage the fat cock. She used her tongue to caress the shaft, or she went down to the hilt and darted it out to lick at the huge balls that would soon fill her. Bastila was flushed, eyes closed, now gripping Revan’s dark hair as she bucked slightly in response to the way Revan relentlessly fucked her own face on Bastila’s fat cock. Bastila lost herself in the pleasure, allowing the bond to carry her ecstasy, every thrust causing Revan to leak cum into her panties as she felt an echo of the pleasure. Bastila thrusted up faster and faster into Revan’s hungry throat until finally she cried out. Her wailing was hysterical and erratic as she experienced her first ever orgasm, firing rope after thick rope deep in Revan’s throat. Revan let out a strangled moan into the rod filling her as she was overcome by the sensations pulsing through their link, uselessly blasting her panties with her own smaller load. Eventually Revan could no longer keep up with the ceaseless discharge and pulled back, allowing her mouth to be filled with the potent seed. She enjoyed the flavor before swallowing it down, pulling back from the now glistening length. 

As Bastila came down she noticed Revan’s cum filled panties, looking to Revan she saw her grinning dumbly down at the Jedi saying, “This bond is something else, I need you inside me.” Though she wasn’t about to be so crass she had to nod in agreement as Revan quickly removed her lingerie, mounting Bastila’s wide hips. She thrusted her own seed covered rod against Bastila’s monster which was more than double her modest girth and length. She enjoyed watching Bastila sigh, squirm, and buck as Bastila’s impressive pillar leaked in response to both Revan’s dick and own stimulation through their nexus. Revan couldn’t wait long though and quickly raised her svelte rear so she could slowly impale herself on the fat cock. Both women let out a cacophony of moans, sighs, and wails as they were bombarded with both their own pleasure and the echoes of their lover’s. As Revan finally bottomed out she could only let out shuddering sighs as she reveled in the way the thick shaft spread her. Stretched more than ever and bombarded by reverberations Revan mewled as her diminutive endowment leaked onto Bastila’s toned navel. Bastila moaned as she too was momentarily enraptured in part by the way Revan’s tightness gripped her, trying to milk more seed from her fat cock. Mere reverberations of Revan’s experience of sublime fullness almost exceeded her own pleasure. Soon she grew impatient as Revan could only squirm as she squeezed her, Bastila finally took control and rolled her broad hips. Revan yelped as she was suddenly overwhelmed as the huge pillar stirred her depths evoking sensations she could hardly process. This one action threw Revan into another peak, mewling as she fired thin ropes across Bastila’s stomach, reaching the underside of her large bust.

Bastila gave Revan enough time so that Revan’s panting was no longer so ragged before she sprang into action. Bastila sat upright and kissed Revan as both of her hands grasped the hefty spheres of Revan’s ass. Drawing upon the Force for strength and speed she then effortlessly rolled so that Revan was now the one on her back. She grasped Revan’s breasts as Revan lifted and spread her legs to allow Bastila to drive down into her as deep as possible. Bastila grunted and moaned as she did just that, her hips blurring with speed as her long thrusts stuffed Revan with her fat cock again and again. Bastila’s rounded ass tensed and quaked as it propelled the fevered rutting that shook her ample breasts. Bastila groped and squeezed at Revan’s perky breasts as she seized her. Bastila’s pale skin glistened as rivulets of sweat ran down her voluptuous frame. Revan clutched the blankets beneath her as she, eyes closed, wailed and yelped in response to being so completely claimed. Her relatively tiny member flailed as it uselessly drooled on her navel. Her legs bobbed back in form in time with Bastila’s fevered rhythm which made Revan’s toes curl. Bastila roared as she was finally overcome by the way Revan gripped her and the ecstasy pulsing through their link. She thrusted even faster, pistoning into Revan with inhuman speed as she blasted rope after thick rope of seed. Bastila’s huge balls crashed into Revan’s reddened ass every time she drove yet more cum down into Revan.  As she felt Bastila’s huge load being pushed deeper and deeper Revan whined, spewing her smaller load across her own toned stomach. Eventually Bastila, hilted herself panting over Revan’s insensate form. Revan had already drifted off to sleep, giving a soft whine as Bastila pulled out, when Bastila collapsed next to her and held Revan as she joined her in a deep slumber.

