How I Fell For a Sith (Star Wars)

Chapter 22: Is This Consent?

Vae finishes the final calculations, her crimson fingers dancing across the navigation panel. The ship lurches slightly as we make the jump, stars stretching into infinite lines before settling into the swirling vortex of hyperspace. Safe. Untraceable. Free to escape the consequences of what we've just done.

My stomach churns with each passing second, acid climbing up my throat as images of the suburban bedroom flash through my mind like a grotesque slideshow. Their faces, his desperate plea, her silent scream, won't leave me alone.

"Perfect execution," Vae announces, spinning her chair toward me with that predatory smile I usually find irresistible. Today, it just makes my skin crawl.

She rises from her seat. Her eyes lock onto mine.

Vae whistles sharply, the sound cutting through the ambient hum of the hyperdrive. "My star," she purrs, crossing the small space between us. "I'm so proud of you."

Before I can react, her strong arms wrap around my waist. She lifts me from my seat with effortless strength, spinning me in a tight circle that sends the cockpit whirling around me. The sudden motion does nothing to help the nausea building in my gut.

"Perfect shots, both of them," she continues, her voice thick with excitement as she sets me down. "Clean, efficient, professional."

Her hand cups my face, pulling me toward her for a kiss. I feel her hot breath against my lips. But all I can think about is the woman’s body crumpling to the floor, falling just inches from her husband's hand.

I turn my head at the last second, her lips grazing my cheek instead of finding their target.

"Vae, I can't," I whisper, stepping back from her embrace. My voice sounds hollow even to my own ears. "Not right now. I'm just... I'm not ready."

Her hands freeze on my shoulders, crimson fingers digging in slightly as her expression shifts from desire to confusion. Those red eyes narrow, studying my face with the intensity of a predator assessing wounded prey.

"What do you mean, you can't?" The temperature in the cockpit seems to drop several degrees as her voice hardens. "We just completed a perfect mission. This is when we celebrate."

I shake my head, backing up until I bump against the navigation console. "Those people weren't criminals, Vae. They were just... normal. Sleeping in their bed. And we killed them both."

"And?" She tilts her head, genuine confusion flickering across her features. "The money was good. That's all that matters."

The casual dismissal of two lives hits me like a physical blow. I slide down into the co-pilot's chair, my legs suddenly too weak to support me.

"Maybe to you," I mutter, staring at the swirling blue of hyperspace through the viewport. "But I can't just flip a switch and go from executioner to lover in the span of an hour."

Vae's expression darkens, a dangerous yellow tinge creeping into her crimson eyes. She leans forward, palms flat on the armrests of my chair, caging me in.

"You didn't seem to have this problem after Dreeg," she says, her voice deceptively soft.

"I almost lost you that day on Diyu," I say, my voice cracking. "But this was different, Vae. We killed two people who were in love. Two people like us."

Her eyes flash fully yellow now, dangerous and predatory. "Like us?" She practically spits the words. "Those pathetic creatures were nothing like us."

"They were sleeping in the same bed," I press on, even as warning bells sound in my head. "They loved each other. The way he begged for her life…"

"Because they were weak," Vae snarls, straightening to her full height. "I would never be so pathetic. So vulnerable."

Something in her dismissal ignites a spark of defiance in me. "Isn't your master stronger than you?"

The air crackles with invisible energy as Vae's fury manifests in the Force around her. Her nostrils flare, and for a terrifying moment, I think she might actually kill me.

"With your presence," she says through clenched teeth, each word dripping with barely contained rage, "I really doubt she is anymore."

Before I can respond, I feel myself lifted from the chair. My feet dangle helplessly as she suspends me with the Force, my body completely under her control. I don't struggle, there's no point. She could break every bone in my body with a thought if she wanted to.

She stalks out of the cockpit, my floating form following behind her like a sad parade balloon. The corridors of The Handsome Gentleman blur past as she marches toward our quarters, her back rigid with anger.

The door to our bedroom slides open, and she flings me unceremoniously onto our ridiculously oversized bed. I bounce once on the plush surface before settling, looking up at her furious form silhouetted in the doorway.

"Vae, I really don't want this right now," I say, pushing myself up on my elbows as she approaches the bed with predatory intent.

She doesn't respond with words. Instead, I feel an invisible pressure wrapping around my body, pinning my arms to my sides. My armor begins to detach piece by piece, floating away from my body and arranging itself neatly in the corner of our quarters. The clasps of my undersuit release one by one, the fabric peeling away from my skin as if being removed by phantom hands.

"Vae, stop," I plead, but she continues, her eyes locked on mine as she disrobes herself. Her black robes pool at her feet, revealing her perfect body.

I lie there, exposed and vulnerable, my body refusing to respond to the visual stimulus that normally drives me wild. The memories of those people, their bodies crumpling to the floor, the way their fingers almost touched in death, keep flashing through my mind, killing any arousal before it can begin.

Vae climbs onto the bed. Her gaze drops to my flaccid member, and she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth in disappointment.

"Vae, please," I whisper, hating how weak my voice sounds. "I can't do this right now."

She doesn't acknowledge my words. Instead, her fingers splay differently than I've ever seen before, forming an intricate pattern in the air above my lower body. Suddenly, I feel something strange, a warm pressure building inside me, focusing on a spot that sends unexpected waves of pleasure radiating outward.

‘Is she playing with my ass?’

My breath catches in my throat as the sensation intensifies. It's like being massaged from the inside, a pulsing, rhythmic pressure that bypasses my emotional state entirely and speaks directly to my body's most primal responses. Against my will, against everything I'm feeling emotionally, my body begins to respond.

"What are you... " My question dissolves into a gasp as blood rushes to my groin, my erection rising so quickly it's almost painful. The invisible stimulation continues, relentless and precise, forcing my body to betray my mind's reluctance.

“Did you just use the force on my prostate?”

"That's better," Vae purrs, ignoring my words. Her yellow eyes fade back to their normal scarlet as she observes my body's involuntary response with satisfaction. "See? Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is confused."

I want to protest, to push her away, but my body betrays me with each pulse of that invisible pressure. The disconnect between my mind and flesh creates a bizarre, unsettling sensation, my thoughts recoiling even as pleasure cascades through my nervous system.

"Stop fighting it," Vae whispers, lowering herself onto me in one smooth motion.

The warmth of her envelops me completely. My hips buck upward involuntarily, a gasp tearing from my throat as she begins to move. Each roll of her hips sends electricity racing up my spine, my body responding to her despite my mind's desperate resistance.

"I don't…" My words dissolve into a moan as she changes her angle, taking me deeper.

"You do," she counters, her hands splaying across my chest, pinning me down with both physical strength and the Force. "Your body knows the truth even when your mind lies."

The invisible stimulation inside me intensifies, synchronizing with her movements. The dual sensation, her pussy around me, that pulsing pressure within, creates a feedback loop of pleasure that bypasses my emotional barriers. My back arches despite myself, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming sensations.

She leans down, her lips capturing mine in a fiery kiss. For a moment, I try to keep my mouth rigid, unresponsive, one last stand against what's happening. But then her tongue traces the seam of my lips, gentle despite everything else, and something inside me crumbles.

I hate myself for it, but I kiss her back.

My eyes flutter closed as I surrender to the contradictions tearing me apart. I hate what we did tonight. I hate that she's forcing this. But god help me, her body feels like home. Her weight anchors me, her warmth shields me from the cold void of space and my own crushing guilt.

My resistance dissolves like tears in the rain. I strain against the invisible bonds still holding my arms, not to fight anymore but to reach for her. Something shifts in her kiss, she feels the change in me, the surrender.

The Force grip around my wrists releases suddenly. My arms spring free, and instead of pushing her away, I wrap them around her, one hand cradling the back of her head, fingers threading through her short black hair.

"I love you," I whisper against her mouth, the words escaping before I can stop them.

Her body tenses at my words, her rhythm faltering for just a heartbeat before she resumes with renewed intensity. Her hips drive down harder, faster, the slick heat of her enveloping me completely with each desperate thrust.

"I love you, too," she gasps, her voice filled with such deep passion. "I love you so much, my little star."

Her face hovers above mine, her pupils so blown out they’re practically hearts. She repeats it with each roll of her hips, each declaration more fervent than the last.

"I love you... I love you... I love you..."

The words become a mantra, a prayer, each repetition punctuated by her body claiming mine. Her lips find my face, my jaw, my neck, leaving wet, messy kisses everywhere they touch. Her usual precision dissolves into raw need, her mouth hungry and desperate against my skin.

I feel her breath hot against my ear, her voice breaking as she continues her litany of love. Her movements grow more erratic, the invisible pressure inside me pulsing in time with her thrusts. The contradiction of emotions, guilt over the murders, anger at her forcing this, and the undeniable pleasure washing through me, creates a tempest I can't navigate.

Her rhythm quickens as she reaches her peak. Vae's red skin flushes darker, her back arching as she rides me with desperate abandon. Suddenly, her eyes roll back, revealing only whites as her entire body seizes.

The sight of her completely undone, combined with that relentless pressure still pulsing inside me, sends me hurtling over the edge. Pleasure crashes through me like a supernova. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise as I empty myself inside her, my body convulsing with each pulse.

"Vae," I gasp, her name the only word my brain can form as waves of release wash through me.

She collapses against my chest, both of us panting like we've run a marathon. Her weight feels comforting now, grounding me as the Force stimulation inside me finally fades away. For several minutes, we just breathe together, her heartbeat thundering against mine.

When she finally lifts her head, she studies my face. Her crimson fingers trace along my jawline, eyes searching mine with unusual softness.

"We don't have the luxury of empathy in this galaxy, Ty-Lar," she whispers, her voice gentle. "Not for strangers. Not for targets. We only have each other."

The words sink into me like stones dropping through water. I want to argue, to insist that empathy is an important thing to have in life. But that's applying my old culture to this nightmarish galaxy I’ve found myself in. That thought will get me killed.

“You’re right.”