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Title: Paths in the Darkness
Author: Angel
E-mail: valarltd@hotmail.com
URL: http://www.geocities.com/lady_aethelynde
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Everything went wrong at Bespin. How far will Leia go to change that?
Type: AU
Archive: yes
Disclaimer: This is George Lucas's Sandbox. I'm just playing with the sand that fell out.
Acknowledgements: Shabby Blue for the premise and the art.
Warnings: Het, some mind control aspects, unknowing incest.
Feedback: I crave it. It's my favorite high.
 
 

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Paths in the Darkness
Angel 2002
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She sat at the viewport and watched the Anoat system fade into the other stars, just before they went streaky as the Star Destroyer made the jump to light speed. Imperial money and non- interference had talked too loudly to Baron-Administrator Calrissian, drowning out the voices of friendship and shared memories.

She couldn't blame him too much. Being a politician herself, she knew that the safety of all his people came before three lives, even if they were old friends. But that was the coldly rational part of Senator Organa. Leia just watched the gray of hyperspace, hating the Baron and mourning for her lover, taken by the bounty hunter, and Chewbacca, slain by the same trying to rescue his life-oath-friend.

She would not be afraid. She refused the fear that clutched at her, clawing at her belly with icy paws, raising cold sweat on the back of her neck. She breathed deeply, forcing the fire that burned across her forehead to ease into gentle warmth. She was not afraid.

Screaming nightmares of the torture droid on the Death Star had become a rarity in the last year, but now, she was in Vader's hands once again, and she doubted he would be as lenient this time. She knew he had spared her then, hoping to obtain the information without harming her. Truth drugs and Force-induced pain had been nothing compared to what she knew of standard Imperial interrogation procedure. Without the rank conferred by her birth and senate seat, she was no more than an ordinary prisoner.

The door behind her slid open, and Vader filled the frame, almost as if she had summoned him by her thoughts.

"Good evening, Princess. I trust your accommodations are comfortable." He entered, looming in the semi-darkness of the room.

"Lord Vader." She did no more than acknowledge him. Courtesy was the last weapon she had, and she knew how to wield it to devastating effect.

"You are wondering why I did not leave you behind, in the care of the Baron-Administrator."

Leia cocked a delicate eyebrow at him. She had been thinking as much, but would never admit it.

"You are far too dangerous to be free, little Princess. A small-time crook like Calrissian, the Empire can afford to ignore. You, however, are a figurehead, and a rabble-rouser. Young women in the Core imitate you. Young men go out to die for you. Men like my son." Vader paced a bit and stopped too near her for comfort. "Young Skywalker came for you, Princess, yet again. Do you love him?"

Leia pretended to ignore him. She would not give him a nanometer. "Luke is dead?" she asked, showing no grief at the suggestion, no shock at the implication he was Vader's son. Inside she clamped down on both of those emotions, telling herself there would be time after she escaped to absorb everything.

Pleased that she had pieced it together, Vader inclined his head a fraction. "Not dead, Princess, but hibernating until the Emperor can decide what to do with his new prize. If he will not turn, he will be broken and turned." The large black glove cupped her chin. "I asked you a question."

She stared at the bulbous eyes of the insectile mask and remained silent. Vader felt her hatred, her anger, and smiled under the mask. She had tremendous Force potential. He had opened her to it on the Death Star when he used it against her. In time, she could become a most formidable enemy. Or a valued apprentice. A nudge she could not sense opened her wider to the darkness.

"No matter. I heard your declaration to the Corellian. It would please me to have you dine with me tonight, Princess. A guard will come for you at 1800." He strode to the door, and paused before leaving, "There is no information you possess that I do not already have, Princess, so torturing you would be pointless. Please make yourself comfortable as a permanent guest of the Emperor." He stopped as the door began to shut. "And myself." The clang cut off the hoarse rasp of his breathing, and left Leia in shocking silence with her own thoughts.

Alone, Leia sank back to the seat near the port, trembling. Luke was taken too. Her last hope faded into the grey of hyperspace. She could bear this. She could. She stilled her fingers from their twisting. Luke was Vader's son. This last crashed in, and there were no tears, no shock great enough. She stared, unseeing, frozen in place until the guard came for her.

She was silent through dinner, her plate barely picked at. Vader, of course, ate nothing. As the servant took the last dish away, she looked straight across the table at her jailor.

"I want to see Luke."

"As it pleases you, Princess." Vader rose and loomed over her, offering to hand her out of the chair.

Leia would have scorned his touch, but breeding and manners had been ingrained since before she could walk. She took his hand automatically, but did not use any of his strength to rise. Nor did she protest when he tucked her hand into his arm, her escort rather than her captor. She carried herself stiffly, touching him at no other point.

The walk was interminable. Deep into the cargo holds, the Dark Lord led her. The carbon block stood upright, Luke captured in mid-leap. There were none of the tortured warding gestures of Han. A fluid economy and elegant grace were evident in every angle. Had it been a statue, Leia would have been impressed by the sculptor's skill.

As it was, she reached out a hand, barely kept from trembling by sheer force of will, and laid it alongside the metal-covered cheek of her friend. The tears she felt stinging her eyes, she did not let fall. She would show her captor no weakness. But she was tired, so tired after the day and its shocks. There had been too many, and her control was faltering. She stroked Luke's frozen face and turned to Vader, her face composed.

"Take me back to my quarters."

Wordlessly, Vader offered his arm, and just as wordlessly, Leia took it. She had been too well raised to refuse courtesy. She did not shudder when the huge black glove covered her hand. In her quarters, Vader released her, and bowed slightly.

"I bid you good-night, Princess. I will have fresh clothing brought to you at the beginning of the daycycle. I would be honored by your presence on the bridge at 0800."

"My thanks for the courtesies you have extended to me, Lord Vader." She looked at him for the bare minimum that her position required before turning back to the port.

He turned, and let the door hiss shut between them. He paused, and let her relax, then sought her through the Force. Very good. Her anger, fear, hatred, uncertainty, and guilt over Skywalker's fate would all make her more pliant. For now, he would leave her.

Leia stripped to the skin, tossed her clothing into the robovalet and stood under the sonics until her skin vibrated. She was too tired to plot out Vader's game. She would think about it when she was fresher. A drawer in the robovalet stood open, and a white nightdress awaited her. Soft koth material slid over her, draping her from neck to ankles. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. She had lost years, looking no more than fourteen in the childlike nightdress and her hair in two long plaits from her shower.

She stretched out on the conformalounge and pulled a light blanket over her. Sleep came quickly to the exhausted girl.

Vader sat in his meditation chamber focusing on the princess. He felt her slowly relax under the sonic shower, and then fall asleep soon after. He waited until she hit the dreamstate. Then, he began altering her dreams.

She lies quietly on her bed in the great palace of Alderaan. It is the gossamer draped four- poster she has slept in since her twelfth birthday, when she moved from a child's bed to a woman's and acquired her first lover. But she knows she is not waiting for Eril tonight. Tonight, she is awaiting her destined lover.

When he comes, she knows him. Tall and handsome, his dark eyes bore into her. He lies beside her, naked and magnificent, stroking her with large, gentle hands and whispering sweet words in many different languages.

He does no more this first night than lie and stroke her, calling her the love-names: "ak'ush'ah" Female Beloved in High Corellian, "lirala," Beautiful Flower in Old Alderaani, "sssskra" Bright Scales in Listiklan. She speaks some of them, and the knowledge of the rest bursts upon her.

He kisses her just once, lightly and vanishes.
 

Leia stirred and came awake, the memory of the kiss still lingering on her mouth. She could not remember the dream, save that it had left her aroused, and missing Han more than ever. She wrapped her arms around her body, imagining he was there to hold her. Her forearms brushed her erect nipples, sending a light tingle through her. She rubbed a little harder, her arousal increasing, and gently pinched one until it was hard.

Her breath caught a little, and she ran a slow hand over her belly, almost purring at the sensation. The silky skin of her inner thighs was exquisitely sensitive, and she scraped her nails over it lightly, before running her fingers into the wet cleft to probe and collect the moisture. She ran her fingertips around the rim before plunging two deep in inside. Her thumb found the tight nub of her clit, and she dug in as deeply as she could, imagining Han's big hands on her body. Right there, the sweet spot she'd been searching for. Leia gasped as the explosive climax wracked her. She took a couple deep breaths, and rubbed again, wanting another while she was still at the peak. The second flooded her small hand, and the third left her panting. Now she could sleep.

Leia slid her fingers gently out of her body, wiping them on the ruffle at the hem of her nightgown. She rolled over and pulled the cover up over her shoulders, settling in with thoughts of her spacer to comfort her.

Vader smiled, the effort hurting his face, long unused to the motion. The turning had begun. She still believed it was her pirate lover, but the dreams would change soon enough and she would know better. Her sensuality was yet another tool he could use against her. Perhaps depriving her of her outlet would facilitate her change. He raised the partial pressure of oxygen in his chamber a little higher and prepared to sleep himself.

Leia awoke to a persistent chiming from the robovalet. It had been programmed and now stood open, presenting her with a grey dress that looked suspiciously like an Imperial officer's uniform. The message screen scrolled with a notice from Vader: "Please accept this with my compliments." Her white jumpsuit was nowhere to be found. Leia cursed him for reprogramming the robovalet without her knowledge. She assumed he had set the alarm as well. The wall-chrono read 0730. She had time for breakfast, but the foodsynth adamantly refused to take programming, delivering only a nutrient drink and a ration bar. Even this was good quality, better than what she got at the rebel bases.

She glared at the dress in distaste. The alternative seemed to be going out in the nightgown, so she changed. She stared in the mirror. It was tight, and high collared like an officer's uniform, but ended just below her bottom. Matching panties, and high boots, also an officer's, completed the outfit. She looked, she snorted at the thought, she looked like a dancer about to strut out and strip to "From Star to glorious Star," the unofficial Imperial anthem. Carefully, she piled her hair into a neat bun and was ready when the escort of stormtroopers came to take her to Vader.

They led her to the observation deck, where Vader stood reviewing the crew of the Star Destroyer. The troopers stood in precise lines, flanked by officers. The review went on and on as they demonstrated their squad maneuvers and some of the troops were decorated for bravery. Leia, long used to monotonous senate sessions, endured.

The next portion of the review took her through the fighter bays, row on endless row of TIE fighters, all gleaming pristinely. They made the rebels' ragtag snub fleet look shabby and old. Leia winced at the thought of sending her pilots up against them.

They ended in an office, Vader's she assumed, and she sat quietly, as he reviewed the stack of datacubes that demanded his attention. She watched as he sent holo-messages, dispatched data pads and couriers, imprinted cubes and sent them out. Apparently, even sith-lords weren't immune to red-tape and bureaucracy. After several hours, Vader looked up at her.

"If you are hungry, Princess, please avail yourself of the food-synth." He gestured to the wall.

"Thank you, Lord Vader. Shall I request anything for you?"

He did not dignify the gibe with an answer. It was a known fact he did not eat publicly. He watched in his monitors, head bowed to his work, as Leia went to the food-synth and got a meal. She had requested the nutrimix be shaped as raw vegetables with a side of what looked like nerf steak . Austere, yet functional.

She sat quietly and ate. He pretended to work, mostly observing her. She was a lovely young woman, something about her strangely familiar. The calm with which she controlled herself spoke of tremendous power. She would indeed be a valuable asset.

"Princess, did you know you have the potential to be a Force user?" he asked very suddenly.

Leia looked up, startled, then regained herself. "No, my Lord, I did not. Is it very common then, Force talent? Does that mean you plan to kill me as you did the Jedi Order?"

"No. You will not be Jedi Nor will you be Sith. I will teach you to use your power, free of the dogma."

"Why? Why would you do such a thing?"

"Because, little princess, the Emperor wants my son. I will risk much to save him from that and overthrow my master. But I am not powerful enough alone. I had intended to use Luke to gain the throne. But you present a second, more secure option."

He rose and began to pace. "My son is a dreamer, an idealist. He has been tainted by the Jedi. But you, Princess, you have no such taint, and you seek power."

Leia raised her head to protest, but a sharp hand gesture cut her off.

"You want power to make the galaxy free, to make it into what you think would be best for its people. I know what would be best. I would end the injustices of Palpatine's reign and make you my strong right hand. You understand politics, and power. My son does not. He will be useful in training others, but you were born to rule."

"You'll use us to gain power and then kill us as you did the others," Leia spat.

"My name commands much respect, Princess, and much fear. But yours inspires devotion and love in addition to the respect." Vader continued as if he hadn't heard her. "How much more would yours command were you no longer Princess Leia, but Empress Organa?" Carefully, almost casually, he dangled the ultimate prize before her.

Like a Corellian longfish, she circled it warily, seemingly uninterested. "With you directing my rule?"

"With me as your advisor. There is a great deal you do not understand about running the Empire, Princess. I would help you learn that, even as I would help you learn to use the Force. In years to come, my son will take my place. The children of two Force users would be powers in their own right." He bounced the bait back into her line of vision.

She struck. "I will learn what you have to teach." The hate on her face did not quite show, but he heard the unspoken threat of "when Luke and I are strong enough, we will kill you."

"Excellent. I will prepare a training schedule for you. Your quarters are now adjacent to mine." He walked to the other side of the room and palmed open the door. "However, it only opens from this side. For now, you may remain here, or enjoy your new quarters." The faintly sardonic tone was not one she normally associated with her captor, but Leia answered in kind.

"I'm sure they will be most pleasant. Especially compared to the alternative." She turned and left, letting the door slide shut behind her.

Vader sat quietly for several minutes, reaching through the Force, sensing her. She paced for a few minutes, then sat on the bed to brood. She was still yearning for her pirate: a petty criminal, Force-blind, and unworthy of her. She would understand this in time.

He turned his attention to the datapad and began outlining her day's schedule. It would be grueling, and harsh. She was slim, but not a soldier. She would have to train mind and body before she was useful to him. A preset signal alerted him she had fallen asleep and was now in dreamphase.

Vader palmed the door to his own meditation chamber and sat down, immersing himself in the Force to penetrate her dream.
 

He comes to her again, the sheer white curtain billowing in the light breeze, half shrouding him as he walks to her bed. She lies bare before him, her body, her secrets, her innermost desires. His nudity reveals nothing except his body.

She looks at him admiringly as he lies down beside her again. Eager to take up when they left off, she kisses him, but he stops her, only to take the lead himself.

Eril had taught her the Seventy-Two Kisses, but this lover seems intent on expanding her education. From bare brushes, light as glowflitters' wings, to intricate dances of the lips and tongue to fierce passionate kisses that seemed to wring her very soul from her, he knows them all.

Drained, wanting, almost desperate, she reaches for him, only to find he has become as insubstantial as the curtains. He is gone with only a soft "Leaina, lirala," to mark his passing
 

Leia awoke, her baby name echoing in her head, her mouth afire and her passions running high. This time she remembered a tall lover, older and dark. Bringing up Han's face, the way he had looked when they had made love, she stroked her breasts, tugging lightly at her nipples.

Vader watched on the monitor in his meditation chamber, allowing her to become more aroused. Then, as her hands slid past her waist, he paged her. "Princess, come to my office at once. We will begin your training." Less than half a minute later, he pressed the button that opened the door to her room.

Leia, coolly composed, took her seat opposite him. Her thwarted arousal did not show but Vader could sense it humming around her like an angry red aura. It would feed her power. This little one could be most dangerous once properly channeled.

"Yes, my lord?" she asked, giving no sign of the fact she had slept, dreamed or been interrupted.

"Close your eyes, Princess. Think of nothing. Just listen." The hiss of his respirator slowed. He entered her mind, without her knowledge and flung the floodgates of her sensitivity even wider than he had before. "Listen to the universe around you. Feel all the life."

His low voice was almost a whisper. "Let it slide through you, inside you. Make it a part of you. You are a part of it. That, Princess, is the Force."

Leia lay open before the onslaught of life as she had before her lover. She envisioned embracing all the life, taking it into herself, as she had taken Eril years before, and Han not so long ago. A thought occurred and she brought up those memories, focusing on them sensing every nuance of her lover in a way she had not known when it occurred.

Vader watched, not interfering until he realized she was about to fling herself out into the Force in a search for her lover's essence. He stopped her.

Barred from her desire by the darkness, Leia's eyes snapped open. "What are you doing?" she snarled, half rising.

"Protecting you from your own folly. You do not have the skills to see the past or the future, nor yet to seek out another across the light-years. These will come in time. For now, be content to learn what I teach." He began the formation of a training bond, the first he had undertaken to make. He had suffered two, one with Obi-Wan, and the second with his own master. Now he brought the memories back and began tying the Princess' mind to his.

"In time, you will learn everything. The Force is more than knowledge and defense as the Jedi teach. It is power unlimited, Princess. Like all power, that which you use," he seized the inquisitive probe she had sent bumbling against his shields, "can be turned back on you."

Leia cried out as the probe, hardened as strong as her teacher's armor, shoved back into her own mind. There it lodged, sending out tendrils she could feel, ensnaring all her senses. She did not give a vocal cry, but the thought //ah mother it hurts// reached Vader.

//All bonds do, Princess.//

She flinched when she realized the voice had not come to her ears. //Bond?//

//A Training Bond holds master and apprentice together, no matter what side of the Force they use. You will hear my thoughts, and I yours, when we wish it. Now we begin your shielding lesson, so the Emperor cannot read you like a datapad.//

Time passed. Leia was surprised that the trip from Anoat to the Imperial Center was taking so long. Vader informed her that he'd been given a new assignment, and that he would deliver not only the Emperor's prize, but a cadre of intractable Imperial officers as well. They would be publically tried, discredited and executed. The round-up and travel would take several weeks.

Leia threw herself into her studies. Mornings, she exercised alone, stretching and toning, building strength. She practiced saber drills with a wooden model. Vader would leave some information for her to learn or a Force puzzle for her to solve. In the afternoons, he directed her meditation in an hour he carved from his schedule. In the evenings, they worked together on basic exercises; shielding, levitation and focus.

It frightened her that she was becoming accustomed to his presence, that she worked to gain his approval as well as to learn. In morning meditation, she had taken to reminding herself of Alderaan, of Bespin, of the Death Star. The meditation focused her hatred of her teacher and gave her more power for the training sessions.

"Today, Princess, we begin your lightsaber. It should feel comfortable in your hands, and radiate in a color that is pleasing to you. You will build it under my supervision. The Force will guide you."

Creating the casing came easily, to Vader's surprise. The princess was moderately skilled with tools, and was ready to select the crystals far earlier than he'd expected.

She read the scrawled directions carefully, the spidery letters dancing across the page in near illegibility. Setting them aside, she meditated in front of the box of crystals, open and waiting. Vader watched as silently as he could. He held his breath as she reached out and selected a pair of purple crystals from the box.

He breathed shallowly, saying nothing as she moved to the workbench and quickly assembled the mechanism. He'd not done nearly so well when he had built his first. There was no hesitation, no fumbling. Her delicate hands flashed among the components, holding, tightening, and aligning.

She turned to him, and ignited the saber, calling forth a purple beam of pure energy. He let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He'd seen more than one padawan injured or even killed when an improperly-built saber exploded. She had taken the first step.

"Very good, little princess. Tonight, we add saber practice to your exercises."

Leia found she enjoyed saber practice with real sabers a great deal more than she had liked training drills. There was something thrilling about holding her own against the black-armored giant that excited her, helping her feel the Force even more powerfully.

Vader praised her lavishly for a job well done, and she found herself working even harder to earn more of his approval as the weeks passed. He taught her the katras of the old Jedi Order, ones he still used in his own practices. She improved, and he marked her progress. She was indeed deadly, and her size gave her the advantage by causing him to underestimate her more than once.

On this particular day, they had finished their usual practice. Leia had turned for a drink, and Vader looked her over. Tremendous changed had occurred in the Princess in the time she had been with him. No longer the spoiled princess or rebel leader, she had been honed into a lethal weapon of darkness, and she never even knew it.

Her shoulders and arms showed slim curves of muscle instead of the softness he had seen on the Death Star. Her legs, too, curved sweetly. The changes had not taken a toll on her figure, well revealed through the close-fitting workout suit.

He had continued the erotic dreams, and his avatar had begun making love to her nightly. He was familiar with every contour of her now. He continued to thwart her release except in her dreams. The caged sensuality deepened her, plunging her deeper into the anger and aggression of the Dark. He turned away from his pupil who was still drinking from the room's waterspout.

Leia saw the opportunity she had been waiting for. The instant Vader's back was turned, she was across the room with her saber out, striking for his undefended neck.

So smoothly she never saw him turn, Vader parried. Not practicing now, he harried her about the chamber, forcing her to fight in earnest. His breathing never altered, and she could not sense anything from him.

"Your feelings betrayed you, Princess." Vader's voice was level. "They came to me through the bond before you yourself had made the decision." Leia parried frantically, trying for a riposte, only to be instantly disarmed and knocked to the floor. Her saber clattered to the far side of the room. Before she could clamber after it, a red saber sparked a few inches from her throat.

"I am your master, little princess." The voice raised every hair on Leia's body, and she shivered. "You will not continue with such foolishness. You will proceed as we planned. The day will come when you will defeat me. It is not, however, today."

The red lightsaber flicked away first one strap of the training halter she wore and then the second, never touching her skin. A third slice cut it down the front, to fall away The casual arrogance undid her more than the fact that she was now helpless and half-naked in front of her captor.

The red energy blade circled one breast, so close she could feel it sizzling the short pale hairs of her body. "You do not require this for training, Princess." Vader's tone was not angry, just coldly factual. "Should you lose to me again, I will remove it. Am I understood?"

"Yes, my lord," she managed, holding her ground and not drawing away from the hideous threat.

"I think, little one, you will begin addressing me as ‘Master'. I am a mere teacher no longer."

Leia set her jaw firmly against the words and glared.

"In time, perhaps." Vader powered down his saber and left her lying on the floor.

Leia sat up as the door slid shut, the halter remaining on the floor. After retrieving her lightsaber, she went and got a towel from the rack and knotted it around her chest, giving her some shred of dignity for the walk back to her quarters. Vader was seated at his desk, busy as usual.

"Most inventive, Princess. You show great resourcefulness in all situations. Please find proper attire. We are meeting the shuttle with the renegades soon." He was as cool as if he hadn't just threatened her with mutilation not an hour before.

The rest of the evening was a dreary review of doomed men. Leia exhibited no boredom or impatience as the event wore on. She meditated standing, turning the latest Force-puzzle over in her mind. When she was dismissed to bed, she went willingly and slept hard.
 

He comes to her again, this time, the breeze is a steady wind, whipping the curtains around him. His hands are possessive, almost rough, as he caresses her. The kiss is instantly invasive, with no teasing or subtlety.

She squirms, aroused almost in spite of herself, the harsh treatment frightening and exciting her at once. She gasps as three fingers ram into her with no preparation. He thrusts them, twisting, as her pained moans begin to take on a different tone.

He kisses her hard, his teeth fierce on her mouth, his tongue a slick invader demanding she yield. The kisses move down her throat, turning into nips. Fastening his mouth at the base of her throat, he sucks hard, biting at her creamy skin, working his fingers even harder, adding a fourth, and reveling in the sopping wet sounds they make as they alternately fill and abandon her.

She screams her orgasm, presenting her throat and angling her hips for better penetration. The fingers are gone, replaced with his cock, impossibly large, walking the laser-width between pain and pleasure as he takes her.

His hands grasp her slim hips, tipping them for maximum depth, so tightly she knows he will bruise her. She pushes her upper torso off the bed, using a rebound move from her training, to throw her arms around his neck.

She worries at his earlobe with her teeth, biting as she climaxes. She twists in his lap, fighting his guidance as he tries to lift and lower her on the thick shaft. His greater strength wins out, and he clutches her to him, pounding as hard as he can, taking no thought for her comfort. She is in tears when he slams her down, impaling her as hard as he can and shouting his orgasm.

He kisses her tears away, and buried deep inside her, strokes her to one last shattering climax. She lies limp and quiet in his arms as he leaves a second love bite on the other side of her neck.

"Mine, Leia. You are mine." He moves lower to bruise her soft breasts with his mouth, the marks of his ownership red-purple on her fair skin. "Mine, Anakin's. Not Eril's, not Luke's. Mine! Not your pirate's. Anakin's. Say it!" The relentless assault of the mouth continues.

"Anakin's," she says, almost too softly. "Yours."

He pushes her to the bed and looms over her for one last searing kiss. "Mine!"
 

Leia awoke shaking. Her arousal was acute, but fear of her lover was not fading. She felt a slight sting at the base of her throat, and looked in the mirror, opening the high neck of the koth nightgown. The two marks Anakin had set on her remained.

Distressed, she showered, setting the sonics to the highest setting. As she stepped out, she sensed Vader's presence.

//Come to my chambers for morning meditation, Princess.// The doors slid open and she dressed hastily, the grey uniform dress skimpy, but its high collar a welcome disguise. She padded barefoot to Vader's meditation chamber and watched as the top half lifted away like a monstrous jaw opening.

He sat in the great chair, watching her. She looked impressed, but not frightened. This was good. It was not yet time to reveal himself, but it was time to take the relationship to the next level.

Leia stepped inside the meditation chamber, and stood before her teacher. She was not afraid of him any longer. Her arousal from the dream remained and she caught herself wondering what lay under the codpiece of his armor. She shook the thought from her and dropped to the floor to sit in basic meditation position.

Vader touched the young woman's mind and drew her into the Force, wrapping her in the Darkness he served, the Darkness she embodied without realizing it. Her frustrated sensuality was rampant, and he drew out the images of her dreamlover, casting them to the fore.

//You cannot even wait until you are Empress and have retrieved your Corellian.// Vader taunted. //You conjure a lover of dreamstuff and mist like a foolish child.//

//And you have abominable timing!// she shot back.

//If you are so hungry for pleasures of the flesh, it is because you are not meditating enough.//

//What would a blasted borg like you know about it?//she challenged. //What's under that armor anyway? Are you a man or a machine?//

//I am man enough, little one.// Vader stoked her desires until they were a raging furnace. She glowed like a nova, scarlet and crimson in her need.

//Prove it!// Leia could not believe she had thrown such a challenge out to Darth Vader of all people. But she had and there was no taking it back.

"So I shall, little one," Vader rumbled, drawing her out of meditation.

Leia watched with horrified fascination as he opened the fasteners of the codpiece and pulled it aside to reveal himself. Sitting on the floor, almost between his feet, she had a close view of the cock that rose before her: long and thick, and pasty white. A prominent purple vein pulsed on the underside, leading to the head.

Long deprived of any release, driven beyond the edge of complete rationality, Leia leaned in and traced the vein with her tongue. She felt the pulse and tasted its leathery flavor from the armor mingling with a faintly male taste from his body. Leia tipped her head, looked up into the insectile mask and gave a half smile before lowering her mouth over the head.

So long, so very long since another had touched him. Vader was not surprised that he came erect under her touch. He was, after all, a man. But the sensations she was awakening in him belonged to another time, another life. They belonged to the long-dead Anakin, whom he had revived to serve as his dream avatar for Leia.

The mouth that worked its slow, careful way along his shaft was all wrong. Leia was dark and petite like his lost Padme, with a faint resemblance around the eyes and nose. But Padme had never been so skilled at this, never so adept at the arts of the flesh.

He basked a moment under the princess' mouth, letting her suck him in as far as she could manage. A small hand wrapped around his shaft, unable to close around his thickness, and moved. She drew the head in as far as she could, and he barely refrained from shuddering as she flicked a glowflitter-light tongue across the taut ridge on the bottom.

When she swallowed him again, this time taking him within three fingers of the base, he came, for the first time in twenty years. It shocked him, washing away his fears of inability, his wariness of old injuries.

Leia swallowed, letting the warm salt trickle down her throat, a testament to a job well done. For a brief instant she entertained the thought of closing her teeth hard, and not letting go. Perhaps she could kill Vader by making him bleed to death, or at least incapacitate him long enough to destroy him with a lightsaber. But Palpatine would merely raise another attack dog to fill Vader's position, and the Rebellion would be doomed.

Instead, she licked him clean, before closing the codpiece.

"Do you realize, little one, what you have done?"

"Yes, my lord." Leia was shocked. At herself, at Vader, and most of all at the fantasies now crowding her mind. Sucking her master had only left her even more desirous and unfulfilled. She wondered what his cock would feel like inside her, how his armor would feel against her skin.

"I think you will meditate alone this morning. We have inspection at noon. You will accompany me. You will train alone after that. We will meditate together tonight." Vader's voice revealed no desire, no anger, no pleasure. "You have a choice to make, Princess. I will expect your decision during the second meditation. Go to your quarters and meditate there. You cloud me from the Force."

Irritated at such a curt dismissal, Leia stalked to her room and undressed. She found the Force easiest to access when she was naked, bared to the universe. She sat in the basic position and cast out into the energy field, searching for those she knew. She ignored the grey mass of the stormtroopers and their officers. There was Luke, cycling in his slow hibernation. She passed him with barely a touch, one he would take for a frozen dream. Vader's darkness drew her even closer to him, warm, comforting velvet, ready to enfold her.

//Even here you seek me, little one? Very well. Let me show you the path we are on.//

As a child on Alderaan, Leia had learned to ride. Once, she had gone alone into the woods of her family's private preserve and become lost. Her father had found her, sitting straight and proper on the back of the equaa, at a place where six paths met.

Now, she stood with Vader, seeing the multitude of futures before her. Down one path, she could see herself as Empress, Vader serving her as he had Palpatine, Luke at her side as her consort and protector. That was the way Vader was directing her, and this path stood out in stark brightness compared to the others. Down other paths, she saw herself with Han and her heart gave a pull in that direction. In one, she saw beautiful children. On another, she merely fell by his side, their bodies decaying together to nourish a great forest. Others, she saw herself alone, all the power hers.

//Yours to choose, little one. Your pirate does not understand the Force, and he will fear you and the children for using magic he does not comprehend. See.// On the path with the children, she looked further, seeing death, heartbreak and pain. She buried herself in her work and Han crawled into a bottle, until they could no longer bear each other. Violent, drunken quarrels, harsh words and many bitter tears lay along that one.

//I am a master of the Force. Will you trust my judgement? The future is always in motion.// The mind-voice was seductive, lulling her into trusting him. He guided her toward his plan.

She took the step onto that path, turning her back on the other options. A side path caught her eye, dark and mysterious, and she detoured to explore it.

//Oh, my little one, be very certain you want that road. It leads to the Emperor's Throne, but the way is not so clear.//

Impetuously, she chose it. She would take the throne, but on her terms. Vader's dark laughter rang around her as he loomed before her, impossibly tall, the codpiece of his armor seeming to pulsate with dark fire. She reached out to grasp the fire for herself--

Leia slammed back into her body, and opened her eyes to her rooms. The wall-chrono said it was nearly noon, and she dressed quickly. The troops were used to seeing her in the pseudo-officer's dress. She eased into it, aware of how aroused the morning had left her. Every touch of cloth on her skin felt impossibly magnified, each whisper of air a caress.

She stood alert, inspecting the troops, at Vader's side. The endless review, every day, bored her. When she was empress, she would not do this more than once a year. She caught the thought then let it go. Why all this work if not for the ultimate prize?

She trained all afternoon, deflecting stun bolts from remotes, tumbling, going through katras. The physical exercise took her mind from her need, allowing her some respite. But she still ached. The memory of the dark fire played endlessly as she stretched and sparred. She saw herself reaching for it again and again.

The chrono beeped a reminder that she needed to clean up for evening meditation. She showered, sonics blasting away the sheen of sweat and oil.

When she went to the robovalet, it stood open. Her usual grey dress was there, but so was a black garment. She did not hesitate or waver. She stepped into the black, fastening the closures that drew it skin-tight on her body. Her breasts were pressed up and together. Her slim waist was shown up to best advantage. The high-cut sides made her legs look longer, but the back slipped into the cleft of her bottom, separating the cheeks. The pressure from the slim piece of leather between her legs had her soaking wet before she finished fastening it.

She would have relief tonight, from the Dark Lord of the Sith himself. Leia caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The severity of the outfit demanded an equally severe hair-style. She pulled her hair into a tight bun and admired the results. She slid the matching stockings up her legs, and smoothed the long gloves up past her elbows.

Leia walked into Vader's meditation chambers on his summons. His back was to her, and his helmet was off. She stared at the scarred, corpse-white skull for only a moment, understanding at last the path she had chosen. As she came to him, he turned to face her. She did not look into his face, but only at his feet.

She knelt between them, ready to meditate. His gloved hand reached down and lifted her to face him.

The mild, middle-aged man before her could not possibly be black-armored nightmare that had stalked her dreams since childhood. His eyes were sunken in a badly scarred face. She looked into them.

"I am here, my master. I understand the path I have chosen."

Vader pulled Leia into his lap to straddle his legs, drawing her in close to his face. She could hear some of the life-support machinery. She lost herself in the warm brown of his eyes.

"Do you really?" No longer mechanically amplified, his voice was not so resonant or terrifying.

"I do. On this path, I am yours."

"Excellent, little one. You can still turn back. If that is your desire, leave now and we will not speak of this day again."

"No, Master." She slid gloved hands or his chest, their blackness lost against the great black bulk of him. "There is no turning back, only branching paths. That is what you showed me this morning."

Her eyes never left his as she unlaced his codpiece, and drew out his flaccid cock. Her hands were gentle, easily bringing him erect. She arched her back enough to let her breasts spring free of the confining top.

"You want me, Master. I have brought you back to being a man instead of a machine." Her throaty voice dropped even lower as she reached back to open the fasteners. "I require a man in my life."

The leather peeled away as quickly as it had gone on. Vader's hands never left the arms of his chair. She knelt atop him, wearing the gloves, feeling only their soft leather, as he would feel her touches through his own.

She dipped down, her nether lips barely kissing the head of his cock. She shuddered, her eyes locked with his. A second kiss, and then she engulfed him, impaling herself feeling every millimeter of him.

"As you require a woman, Anakin." The dark eyes, the ones that had burned for her in her dreams, burned for her now in reality. He was huge, filling her beyond full, making her bite back pain at the size of him. She moved anyway, feeling the leather of his armor against her skin, feeling herself swell, becoming erect and aroused. She ground herself against him, and screamed his name as the weeks of frustrated release rolled through her.

The extra dampness made motion easier, and she rode him now, the thickness a welcome invasion, battering her to a new orgasm in the space of seconds. Her eyes never left his. They had made love for weeks in her dreams, and the reality was not so different. This was her Anakin.

The lover that had comforted her in her grief.

The one that had relieved her in her sleep, while frustrating her by day.

And thought was lost as she climaxed a third time. The large gloved hands came around her, holding her to him, pinning her almost painfully against the metal and leather of his armor as he thrust upward for the first time, burying himself as he reached his own orgasm.

Unembarrassed by his lack of staying power, Vader let Leia crouch over him, still staring into his eyes.

"Mine you are, little one, and mine you shall remain, even as Empress."

She tipped her face up, seeking his pale lips. "Yes, Anakin," she whispered, the words flowing against his skin. She brushed his lips, and he pressed her close for his first kiss in two decades.

He was hers, until she no longer needed him.

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