Kotor My Way

Okay, I got a rough review saying that I’d made the character far to OOC. First of all, in the original draft, I’d said this was my own cannon. The various Sith have been so for over a hundred years. Their ageing stopped by the force. The republic is destroyed, and soon ((Probably in the next chapter)) you’ll see some of the more modern clone wars era people. However for now, just sit back and enjoys KoToR my way chapter three. Also, I’m trying a new style, let me know what you all think. Also a point about above, while the time has passed all are still relatively young, a gift from the force.
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Bastila Shan and Mission Vhao dueled in each other’s mouths, their tongues rubbing and grinding into each other’s their warm moist mouths not allowing any of their precious cargo to escape.
Mission deciding to turn things up a notch ground her upper leg alogn Bastila’s cunt, even as Bastila did the same. Although Bastila was smooth, her pale soft skin had nothing on the super soft warm skin of the Twe’lik, sweat from earlier making both their bodies moist as they humped each other’s legs, battling more fiercely than anyone could with a light saber.

Finally, Bastilla had had enough, attempting to pull away only to receive a vicious knee to the pussy. Then a vicious bitch slap form mission had Bastilla on her chest.
Bastila growled, “You’re going to regret that whore.”

But even as she did so, Misison pulled the force to her and released her own “Special” talent. Unknown to most, Twe’lik had in innate ability to sense erogenous zones. A true master of the force could use this ability in some very interesting ways, as Bastila was discovering.

With a snap of her finger’s Bastilla yelled, “NO FAIR!” as she felt her cunny flow, her juices pooling. Subconsciously Bastila tried humping the floor, only for Misison to lift her up.

With a smirk, Mission said, “All’s fair in love and war Basty, now I’ve never tried this much power in a human before, I wonder what will happen.”

With that Mission channeled more power into her hand, making Bastilla scream and wreathe in agony and pleasure. Bastila seemed to be having a seizure as her pleasure points were all triggered and forced active.
Mission smirked walking close Bastila jerking and sweat flying as the Twilek’s soft hand groped her chest, “Hm, I never liked these small breasts.”

With a pull of the force, Bastila screamed as her breasts were made to easily O sized. Bastila screamed again in agony and arousal, “Oh god mission, to big, TOO BIG!”

Mission grabbed let clit, saying, “Let’s make this bigger too.”
Bastila screamed as her clit was forced to grow almost a foot long. Bastilla screamed in pure agony as Mission kicked her now very over sized and very sensitive clit.

Deciding to have some fun, Mission took bastila, make hr hold her own ankles her huge tits in her own face; she then picked up the metal cane form earlier and went to town.

After an hour, Bastila was still screaming, only in pleasure as Mission finally said, “You want to cum Basty?”
Bastila nodded eagerly, so mission said, “What do you want, a hand job, a blow job or maybe a tit job.”
He her wrapped around Bastila’s new clit. Bastila seemed shy before saying, “A blow job please?”
Mission smiled sadistically saying “Okay fine.”

With a push she had Bastila on her back her ankles on either side of her face, her massive clit’s tip in her mouth.

Bastila tried to fight it some, but as Mission held her she realized she didn’t’ care who was sucking her as long as she got off. Soon Bastila was sucking herself off, Pressing her tits together trying to get off. Her

body sweaty desperately sucking and rubbing herself until she exploded juices.

Breathing heavily less then thirty minutes later, Bastila woke up, smiling at Mission form the puddle of her juices, her clit and breasts their normal side she said, “An illusion.”
Misison just smirked tapping her nose and heading to find Revan.