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In the not too distant future, somewhere in time and space, Darth Talon found herself at odds with herself in a nasty place.
She was not happy with the events of her life and everything she had to endure over these last few years, including and up to her relationship with the offspring of the Skywalker line. The Twi’lek sat at the lowest bar on Coruscant that she could hide away from, leaving the Jedi forces to believe that she was dead, if only to perform her own sneak attack at a later point in time. But she still felt…empty. Almost as empty as the bar, but that was by her own design.
She knew that what she needed for her own conquest in the galaxy was her own apprentice. Someone that she could confide in for her own schemes and help to conquer the galaxy at her level. She never knew when her next breath would be, after all. Someone would have to take up the knowledge of the Force’s dark side she possessed, and perhaps utilize it or mold it better to their cause.
Thus she “borrowed” the small bar as a hideout for herself, offering an audition that she might be able to find her young apprentice out of. She felt a need to let go of Humans, however. Humanoid individuals were there, but the Humans themselves felt either very boring or reminded her too much of that jerk Skywalker.
Now, the Miraluka, that was another story. A race that had to wear protective eyewear to hide their gaze and help settle into human cultures, Talon could still feel as though she could look at the male without feeling his judging gaze, as he was one of the first to audition for her role.
“Drop your pants,” Talon ordered right away.
“Don't you want to know-”
“Who you are?” Talon asked, finishing his sentence for him. “No, I want to judge my apprentice by how good a partner they can be for me.”
“But that feels as though it goes against the Jedi-”
“Do I look like a Jedi?!” Talon hissed, her hands pointing down to her red body, hardly wearing any clothes that left much to the imagination. “Strip, so I can see what I'm working with here!”
The Miraluka grew nervous from such tenseness, doing as he was told. Talon peeked over the tabletop, giving a light shrug of one shoulder as she studied the pecker, bouncing as it continued its slow erect growth.
“Impressive,” Talon hummed. “Most impressive. Now let's see how it tastes.”
While the Miraluka was confused by the statements of the Twi’lek, he proceeded to advance to the booth seat where Talon sat, holding his cock up for her to examine. The red skinned woman pushed her lips over the shaft, bobbing away continuously at the member as she aimed to push it down her gullet, testing the length of the saber as it sheathed her orifice to see how far it could truly go. She left her mouth wide open so she could let him hear her flick away at the member while pushing it down her throat, heavily pumping her neck away to make her voice sound rough while the man wished he could see less.
The rod did eventually get down Talon’s throat, letting it sit there for a bit as she realized her black lips were already touching at the base. There was some disappointment in her as her mouth closed down, her brow furrowed as she tested it.
“Is something wrong?” The Miraluka asked as Talon’s lips left his rod.
“There is…length,” she said. “But the girth is important. No strong apprentice can be less appealing than that.” She turned her head away, tilting it away from the man. “You can finish on my cheek, but not a spot higher or lower.”
The Miraluka let out a sigh, as though his time had been wasted. He tugged away without remorse, though he still felt some guilt that he could not do enough for the sith Twi’lek. He stained her red cheek with a little bit of white, pulling his pants back up to leave the bar with what pride he still had between his legs.
Passing him was a Rattataki, a bald man with many markings on his pale face. Talon was impressed by his face, no doubt one of the more handsome people of his species. Tenting her fingers under her chin, the Twi’lek said, “Let’s see what you’re packing.”
“Certainly.” The Rattataki removed his clothes, showing off his long member for Talon to study. She raised an eyebrow, seeing that he was indeed a challenge, much more girthy than the Miraluka she let go. As she curled her finger in, the bald man took the hint and approached her seat, letting her swallow down her rod fully inside her throat, sheathed inside her even as the member bulged in her throat. She was at least happy that she had something to stretch her out, fitting her like a tight glove. She shook her head back and forth against it, watching the Rattataki close his eyes as he moaned from the enjoyment that it provided. But now she had to test his stamina, how easy it might be for him to ejaculate down her throat. And already, he wasn’t doing that good a job.
His heartbeat pounded against her throat, the veins heavily thumping into her wind pipes. But she couldn’t resist seeing how good he was at handling his saber compared to her tongue rubbing against it, swirling around the member while hearing the smart and wise voice of the Rattataki turning into high pitched warbles that sounded like the echoes of a Force spirit. Or perhaps a ghastly figure from otherwise far-off galaxies.
Talon’s test was failed within seconds, the Rattataki unable to hold onto his orgasmic experience for less than a minute. She moaned as the flow of seed made its way down her gullet, filling up her stomach with the cream. It was fine for a little treat, but the flow lacked the pressure of power that she so desired. He could not hold his erection long enough, and thus had to dismiss him.
Before letting in the next person, Talon moaned as she spread her legs apart. Lifting up the band that was part of her barely there bikini, she rubbed her fingers against her folds, humming in thought. The pleasures were starting to get to her, choosing instead to do more than merely test the length of their rods inside her mouth. There were other sheaths for them to utilize, after all. Perhaps she could make use of more than just one person at a time, even if it took away from the real audition process.
“The next two,” she sighed, snapping her fingers. “Get in here now!”
Two Zabraks entered as she requested, though Talon had to try and fight back some traumatic stress seeing their faces; too many memories of Maul and his shrieking ways. She still proposed helping them out regardless, kneeling before them to take care of their members.
Talon immediately tugged at their red shafts, humming to see how they handled in size. Judging by the similarities of their faces, they were either twins, or shared the same facial markings as one tribe. Their yellow eyes pierced at her gaze, making her focus all her attention on their cocks while using her gloved hands to play around with them.
Once they were stiff enough, Talon pressed her lips over the one on her left, using both hands to massage away at the other dick, just to give him some semblance of attention. The one currently engulfed by her lips was nice and thick, juicy enough for her to slobber all over as she pushed her lips down to the base. While it bulged against her throat, it was still beefy enough that she needed to perform some work to stretch herself out, feeding her way to the end of the rod while unintentionally churning her saliva out. When she needed a break, she let her black lips settle onto the skin, puckering up to let it stain him and leave her mark on there for a good day or two.
Hearing the right Zabrak groaning, Talon knew that he was on the brink of an orgasm, unable to hold himself back from a hefty climax while her gloves made her handjob feel all that much better for him. The Twi’lek forced herself to bring them to climax at the same time, but it was hardly any use; her face had more spunk added to it aside from the Miraluka’s cheek cream beforehand, causing the fluids to splash on her face and drip from her eyebrow to her cheekbone. Had she not closed her eyes at the right time, she might have ended up with the jizz in her eye, almost blinding her.
The Zabrak took a breather, watching as his kinsman took longer to get off. He made use of Talon’s head lekku, pulling her into his waist as he groaned through his teeth. The Twi’lek was feeling the ‘love’, as he was just the right level of hench to be her man, looking to train him as her apprentice for sure.
Even when she came up for air, the red cock still had fuel in the tank, with more spurts of cum landing on her tongue. To nobody in particular, she held her tongue out to cup the seed in, then closed her mouth to gulp it down, opening her lips once more as though to reveal her ‘magic trick’.
“Not bad,” Talon said, using her fingers to scoop the seed off her face. Of course, her eyes were on the Zabrak to her left as she said it. “I may just consider you a apprentice yet.”
“Actually,” he said, eyes on the other, “we’re a package deal. One doesn’t go without the other.”
“A shame,” Talon sighed in dismay. “You’re the only good worker here between you. NEXT!”
The Zabraks left in disappointment, the one she gave the handjob to kicking over a supply of ammunition on his way out. Talon rolled her eyes, feeling that she wasted her best talents on them, but proceeded to move onto whoever might be next.
A cyborg, two Mirialans and another female Twi’lek came into the room, with the red skinned woman intrigued to see another of her species making her way into the scene. She had left simple instructions on who could be let in, wondering how someone of her own ilk would pass the bar for requirements. She was a beautiful one, as green as the Mirialans she walked in between.
“You,” Talon said, sitting on top of the table to inspect her potential apprentice. Her head nudged in the direction of the Twi’lek, who didn’t seem at all surprised she was being called out. “What exactly do you bring to the table that no other might?”
“I have a very special lightsaber,” the Twi’lek said with a confident smile. “It has two blades.”
Talon’s eyebrow raised with attention. “Go on…”
As the group removed their pants, Talon could see a good amount of specimen to treat herself to, though the Cyborg’s enhancements were curious at best. His cock looked as though it were redesigned to be made into a cybernetic pylon cannon rather than the penis it was meant to be. The two Mirialans were surprisingly thick, but average sized at best. Yet her Twi’lek did indeed sport two surprising members under her sexy outfit, both standing proudly at attention.
Talon finally slipped off her revealing outfit, showing off her large breasts and erect nipples, while a strand of grool dangled between her legs. Her inner thighs were dripping with a sexual substance, no doubt herself getting intensely aroused by the lack of action her cunt had seen compared to her throat. Now, she absolutely needed to give it more affection if she were to take five cocks at once, even if they outnumbered the potential apprentice.
Testing her own abilities, Talon pushed her black lips over both Twi’lek rods, stuffing them down her throat. As the combined thickness of her shafts fought to get into her orifice, she coughed and gagged, realizing that she might not actually make it into her goal. It was a challenge, but not one she was against trying to get back into at a later point. One way or another, she would have to get the contacts for this Twi’lek to really get a load of her.
“What an interesting specimen you are,” Talon said, meeting the Twi’lek face to face. “I never knew that Twi’lek could have two cocks, let alone one.”
“You should know better than anyone,” the green skinned woman said. “The Dark Side is a pathway to abilities some may consider unnatural.”
“Yes, but I never thought they meant physically…”
The Twi’lek raised an eyebrow, staring down at Talon’s massive jugs. “You mean to tell me those are au natural?”
The Cyborg leered. “Hey, come on, how about letting one of us try that coochie before she ruins it for the rest of us?!”
Talon hissed. “That sort of impatience is going to cost you, you realize. Just for that, maybe she’ll be the only one that gets anything out of this.”
With the Cyborg shrinking in just enough, Talon’s gaze met with the Twi’lek, sucking on her lip as she rocked her hips against the members. Her thighs squeezed in on her green dicks, while the Cyborg and two Mirialans tugged on themselves to enjoy the show. They had no doubt become an afterthought to the woman who might take them in as her apprentice, but were enjoying the show regardless of their hiring potential.
The two Twi’lek swapped a kiss, their tongues pushing against one another to fight their way through the blissful moment. The green skinned woman moaned into the mouth of her potential teacher, feeling the moist massage coming from the red sith lord. Her black lipstick left stains all around her mouth, wiping around the ruby lips of the possible apprentice that it may as well have been her own, applied rather sloppily.
Talon pivoted around to lean against the table, sticking out her ass for the green Twi’lek to pleasure herself with. As the red ass teased the shafts, the three men in the room circled around the pair, watching as she shoved one cock each inside her ass and pussy. The Cyborg especially felt that she was being a bit too greedy, envious that he never considered getting a second dick down below for the sake of such niceties.
The Mirialans just watched on with annoyance, knowing they could do what she could as two units, but naturally saw that Talon was more interested in the gimmickry of it all. Perhaps they would have some words for the green Twi’lek for stealing their thunder, assuming they could even have the time.
Seeing that the other potentials were waiting for a turn, Talon did them a favor and stepped back from the table, with the green Twi’lek stumbling in response. She took the Cyborg and one of the Mirialans by the hand, tugging away at their cocks to help pleasure them. How the Cyborg could even feel pleasure or arousal was beyond him, but he seemed certain to give it a go for his own reputation. The second green skinned Mirialan pushed his dick through her open lips, the tongue flicking it inwards as an invitation to sheathe into her throat.
Talon hummed against the member as she curled her tongue around it, her black lips barely touching the end of the member. She allowed the green Twi’lek to do most of the work for her, using both cocks to bump into the base while she left behind a thick dark circle from her lipstick to let it be known where she was able to go on him. As it touched his balls just a little, it would no doubt be a hard to clean spot for the Mirialan, who was holding onto her lekku for dear life.
The Mirialan having his shaft tugged on by Talon was growing more envious for his cohort compared to the Twi’lek that dominated her holes. It felt fully unfair for her to have them to herself, yet his fellow species was getting more love from the would-be hiree, and somehow that set him off more than the two dicked woman running into that juicy rump on repeat.
Thus, he bumped into the Mirialan already getting his nuts sucked off by Talon, his grip on her lekku loosening. He stuffed his member into her throat, yanking on the tails connected to her scalp and forcing himself aggressively down her gullet. The look of surprise on the red Twi’lek’s face was short lived, giving the potential hire a leer that would pierce him and scar him for life. It was only in that moment that he realized he fucked up, but he was going to ride through that and claim it was worth it by the time he released.
“What the fuck, man,” said the aggravated Mirialan, “you can’t just steal someone away like that!”
“I can and I will,” groaned the Mirialan, pushing his rod deep down her throat.
The two Mirialan soon fought while the Cyborg watched on, wondering if this would affect his libido. The green Twi’lek pushing her first cock through the cervix to make Talon moan against the member could hardly care too much, as she just wanted to show the sith woman what she was worth on her own. Groaning through clenched teeth, she bucked away vehemently at the rippling red rump, watching the cheeks bounce and jiggle as the veins pumped away at both holes. Aiming to breed, the green skinned alien wrapped her fists around her lekku, growling as she found her moment of bliss that would lead to a heavy release.
Talon’s eyes widened as she felt a blast of seed shooting into her mouth, both Mirialans managing to leak their crowns through her black lips. She felt disgust and shame that she could not swallow it down, as the force made her choke as she failed her realization. She pushed and spat the jizz out, though she still felt herself releasing her aroused fluids out on one of the green Twi’lek’s dicks. The juices dribbled out around the pumping penis, shooting ropes of seed into her womb while the other cock managed to get its loads inside her rectal cavity, turning her lower body into a creamy velvet cake by the time the green dicks unsheathed.
When the Mirialan pulled from Talon’s mouth, she was less than pleased with how their jizz sprayed all over her face, an unwanted mess compared to the clean breeding delivered by her fellow Twi’lek. The Cyborg was still taking his time to unload, but it applied little pressure, the palm of her gloved hand ruining it for both of them. With a sight that showed the last of her patience with the group, she pointed to the door and yelled at the Cyborg and Mirialan, “OUT!”
The three were in a rush, until the green Twi'lek felt her hand grabbed by the sith. “No, you can at least stay. I'll be needing to do some…follow-up auditions. Yes.”
The Twi’lek smiled, pulling on the cum-stained glove to sniff its scent. “I'll just be over here while you continue.”
And continue Talon did, as she was falling behind “schedule”, still unable to find herself the one apprentice that would work out in her favor. Thus, she had herself on the ground, her legs spread out as she held them up by her thighs to roll over her torso, leaving her still leaky holes exposed for who came next.
She had a lot more potential suitors to the role than she anticipated, as a Mirialan decided to occupy her cunt, while a female Cyborg made use of her lengthy tongue and teased away at her rectal cavity. A Miraluka stuffed his dick inside her mouth, shoving it as deep as her orifice could handle.
While the tongue was good on the Cyborg, it was hardly enough for Talon unless she were getting dicked by that same metallic appendage. While the Mirialan performed push-ups on top of her, the Miraluka groaned as he pumped his spunk straight into her throat, his balls blocking her nostrils while he huffed from exhaustion. Feeling that he was too eager and early, Talon showed him the door as well.
A Zabrak took over for Talon’s anus, riding away while his chest came uncomfortably close to the Mirialan, his shaft slowly decreasing from such awkwardness. The red Twi’lek shamed him for not being able to work under pressure, though allowed him to unleash his seed on the green Twi’lek before he left.
The Zabrak took charge from there, mounting Talon as he stared at her otherwise careless eyes, knowing that she was looking past him and not at him for reasons obvious to her. The view was quickly blocked by the pelvis of a short Colicoid, wondering how such a creature managed to even make it to this planet. Its cock was…lacking in flavor, energy, or the fluid that she craved and desired so much; she let him finish in her throat regardless, knowing that the aftertaste would stay with her for a while.
Even as the Zabrak filled her womb with spunk, she was not quite so impressed with the volume that he gave her; her use of the Force helped her sense the jizz filling her up, noticing how lacking in gallons he was compared to most others. Talon shamed him for his lack of effort before kicking him out.
Standing up, Talon grumbled as she felt things were finished, only to immediately recall she had one last group. “Ugh, right…come in…”
As Talon cleaned herself of the jizz, sucking it off her now bare fingers, she watched as the next three came into play; a human with a scruffy peppered beard, his companion Ortolan, and…a horse.
While the doors were big enough to let one in, Talon could see that the human was no doubt the one willing to audition. Before he could utter a word, the crimson Twi’lek pointed to the door. “No. No humans! But your horse and friend can stay.”
“But…they're mine!”
Rolling her eyes, Talon responded, “Fine, you can stick around…for now. But you have to sit away from my other potential apprentice.”
“I can't play with him?” The Twi’lek asked with a pouty expression.
“No, something tells me he's afraid of your dual blades.”
Indeed, the human looked at the green skinned woman, how she rubbed the glove around both her cocks while Talon studied the horse’s physique. “He may not end up a apprentice,” she hummed, “but every good sith needs a means of transportation…”
“Will you be riding over or under carriage?” Asked the green Twi’lek.
Talon ignored the question, as she pushed her mouth over the horse’s rod upon squatting underneath. The human owner looked on with shock as she raped the beast with her throat, working the flared tip into her sheath. He felt as though he were being forced to sit through a torture scene, yet kept his thighs squeezed together for reasons he did not fully understand. Something was rising to the sky, as though walking on clouds, but he couldn't enjoy this wild scene before him.
After Talon churned away aggressively at the horse’s cock, she let out tons of splooge slobbering down her chin, unaware that the equine exploded until she felt a river of jizz drop against her stomach. It was a good surprise, but far from what the sith wanted out of the exchange. She illustrated her real desire by lifting her leg atop the table, dropping her thigh down while she fondled her stretched out anus to give the beast an idea of what she was looking for next.
Taking his cue, the horse lifted his front legs onto the table over Talon’s arms, his hind legs hobbling about until his dick found the living sheath it desired. With the green Twi’lek puncturing her anus before, it was easy for the flared tip to stretch its way through the sphincter, bucking at the rectal space to fit the remaining length into the hole with ease.
As the horse neighed, the human gulped in terror of the taboo things he was seeing. He knew the sith were heinous, but this felt like debauchery to his poor horse, believing he was being corrupted, when in reality no, the horse was always so horny.
As the rod punched its way against the back tunnel, the crown hit against Talon’s stomach, punching against the edge of the table until the Ortolan helped adjust it, moving the cock over the table’s edge so that it could venture further into the perverse sith Lord.
“Good boy,” laughed Talon to the Ortolan. “As a reward, why don't you put that nose of yours up my cunt and let me see how far it reaches?”
The Ortolan sounded delighted, shoving his trunk straight up her cooter without thought. While nowhere near as sized as the horse, which was still doing wonders to stretch out her tunnel, a tongue licking out of the snout while collecting its fluids from the hole. The human continued to be in dismay, wondering if the world was going mad, or if perhaps he already had.
The green Twi’lek felt envious as the horse and blue creature continued to pleasure Talon, wishing that she could have her all to herself. As it was the sith Lord that was looking for her apprentice, she chose not to speak up, lest she lose her place to the trunked comedic relief and the horse they rode in on.
To think that in anything in life, her greatest foe would be of feral, hardly sentient life.
Staring head-on at the green Twi’lek, Talon felt her arousal rise up as she thought about the feeling of being double dicked by her cocks. Her fluids were starting to heavily escape through her snatch, splashing onto the Ortolan’s face as it continued to do its job. The human felt he was losing them to such wild magic from this sith woman, as though she were reliant on Jedi mind tricks. It would be an argument for the feeling that came inside his pants…
Talon grinned as she stared off into space, thinking heavily about how she wished the horse could be so much larger than he currently was. His dick could make its way up her throat and she would not care, so long as he and the Ortolan brought pleasure to her sith mind. She had been driven mad into the dark side a long time back, and needed this arousing sensation more than she would admit to.
But then Talon felt it; the heavy spike of the shaft combined with the Ortolan snout reaching her cervix pushed her over the edge. While it may not have managed to break through and enter the womb, that blue snout still knew its way around a small hole, piquing her curiosity for research later. She clenched her holes down on the respective devices, while the green Twi’lek hit her peak. The human, regrettably, already soiled his pants, though he could never admit to doing such a thing that seemed unnatural as releasing such pleasures to a taboo performance as this.
“Urrrrgh, you sick…sick fucks!” Talon called out to both the Ortolan and the horse. “You’re too much as a team! All that hard rocking is going to make me…URRRRRRGH!”
As Talon showered the Ortolan with her fluids, the horse started filling her anus with its spunk. The blue skinned creature backed off from the wild surge of squirting juices drowning him, while the equine neighed loudly upon his release. As the seed flowed out of his urethra and filled her hole, it caused her stomach to expand immensely upon each release of jizz. She clung to the horse for dear life as its fluids filled her up, unable to withstand the wild stretch of her belly. No man, not even the Skywalker, had been able to pull off such an act before in any of her extended times. Perhaps she had been looking in all the wrong places before now…
The horse finally pulled out of Talon, its seed flourishing through her anus and splashing into a puddle on the ground. With legs splayed out, the sith pushed her forehead to the table, growling as she withstood the intense actions of her climactic experience. The green Twi’lek finished her two dongs off on her face, coating her in spunk afterwards. Talon looked up at her with eyes of awe, as though she were still debating what to do about her apprentice situation.
“You…” Talon snarled at the human. “How much for your horse?”
The man gulped, uncertain what his future may hold for the Twi’lek. “I…I was hoping I could be the one to take heed here…”
Talon scoffed, speaking to the human while the green Twi’lek stood up from her seat, approaching the sith woman as she licked the jizz off the crimson skin. “You, an apprentice? You may not have well-known Jedi blood…or any at all…but I still have good reason for leaving you to the wayside! And that’s not even getting into this stud you brought with you. Dare I say that’s the only good thing you might have done all day!”
“But…I still need him!”
“Then…if you wish to keep him, you will be here when I need him. Someone has to clean up after him, of course.”
“But…” The human gulped as he watched Talon’s lightsaber pop up out of nowhere, likely one of her holes. She pointed the blade at his throat, leering at him while he panicked for his life.
“Stay and be his cleaning crew, or leave forever. Or…would you like to hear my third option?”
Assuming the third option was death, the human took a bow of mercy, with Darth Talon relieving her saber. As she savored the moment, the green skinned Twi’lek approached her from behind, sticking her cocks between her thighs to lube herself with the leaking horse jizz.
“So…does that mean the horse is your apprentice, then?” she asked.
Talon moaned with delight, turning her head to peck the cheek of her kin. “Couldn’t I have both…?”