Southern Stars

“It doesn’t matter who gets the best of who. Who can hurt who the most.”

TITLE: Southern Stars
AUTHOR: Schmootika
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: A southern fried story of a group of girlfriends traveling to visit their favorite Sith Lord.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in the Star Wars universe. I make no money from the stories I write. If I did own it, I’d have a naked Sith Lord with me right now and would not be writing this story.

Chapter XIV


Renee still had her nose pressed against the window when Vader returned to her room. He paced around the room, still fuming. Turning to look at him, Renee crossed the room cautiously. He seemed like a tiger stalking back and forth in a cage, his anger barley in check. She folded her arms in front of her as he caught her staring in his direction.

“He must be punished!” Vader growled, his eyes flaring amber.

“What the fuck happened?” Renee asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

His steps stopped in front of her, his chest heaving seemingly under the weight of the world. It was as if he were trying to absorb all the air in the room. Shaking his head, he replied, “Needa shot them. I am not sure what happened. I believe he caught Kelly with two troopers and in a rage, he killed them.”

Renee clasped her hand to her mouth to stifle her gasp. Lowering her head, she felt intense waves of anger coming from Vader. Anger and something more. As she picked up on his feelings, Renee moved to stand by his side, softly placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Jealously?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Vader quickly whirled around and grabbed her wrists harshly. “I can relate to his…anger,” he replied, his jaw clenched.

Renee knew better than to try to soothe him. She could tell that he was overwhelmed, almost consumed, by his emotions and she could do nothing but ride out the waves with him.

Pushing her away from him slightly, still holding her wrists, he said, “And you, my belle, have questions to answer.”

Renee put on her best puppy dog, big-eyed look and smiled at him, trying to break the icy bonds of his anger. A cruel smile twisted his lips as he pulled her close to him, grinding his hips against her, “But first…”

Breathing in deeply, she inhaled his musky scent and delighted in the lusty aura surrounding him. He was so powerful and, damnit, so sexy when he let the dark side take over his psyche. Every movement of his body exuded raw sensuality. That alone made Renee smile as she looked into his wild eyes.

Vader pushed against her, his hands still holding her tightly, his face now buried in her long blonde tresses. Finding her long neck, he bit down sharply as her body finally met the wall with a resounding thud.

Renee moaned at the contact with the wall, but he was not letting off at all. Kissing him deeply, she caught his bottom lip with her teeth and snarled as she bit down. His passion was infectious and she could feel the darkness swirling around them, fueling their desires. He pinned her hands above her head, holding them there firmly with Force bonds then set about ripping her gown from her body.

She had never seen him like this, so…wild, yet so controlling. Seizing her breasts, he bent down and scraped his teeth over her already hardened nipples, taking one in between his swollen lips. One of his hands trailed down and tugged his pants off. Holding her hips tightly, looked deep into her eyes. The rage and passion reflected in his yellow eyes as he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, tugging on her lips, his tongue seeking hers.

_You are mine_ he growled in her mind as he thrust up into her, his eyes locked on hers.

Renee moaned against him, straining against the unseen ties holding her hands high above her head. Her hips instinctively rolled against his and she felt him dig his fingertips into her hips. Resting his head against her shoulder, panting as he sustained his blistering pace, he licked the soft skin on her neck, running his lips across the crook and sunk his teeth in deep.

Crying out in sweet agony, Renee threw her head back as she felt him lapping up the blood now trickling down her neck to her chest. The pain mingled with the erotic sensations and she felt her muscles clench, drenching her thighs and his with her excitement. It felt like Vader was trying to mark her as his, to leave physical evidence of his possession of her body and her soul.

_Mine, mine_ his thoughts echoed in her mind as he pumped into her in time with his words. Feeling her body and mind yielding to him, the coppery taste of her blood on his lips, and the smell of their sweat and her climax sent him spiraling closer to sweet release.

Renee’s breath came in short gasps as Vader neared the edge. His hot breath against her neck, the feel of his teeth running across her collarbone, and the furious power of his hips drove her mad. An almost primal groan came from his lips as he arched his neck back and came inside her.

Leaning against her, his hands propped on the wall, he panted heavily as he waved his hand and released the bonds holding her wrists. Renee draped her arms around his neck, threaded her fingers up in his hair and harshly pulled him in to kiss and gnaw at him. Moaning against his lips, she pulled his head back and licked a trail down his neck, placing hard bites as she went. ‘Mine, always’ she thought.

Surprised at her thoughts, he pushed back from her and looked at her through his heavy lidded, now blue, eyes. Vader’s brow furrowed as he stared at Renee. Her eyes were not the dark blue he was used to gazing into; they were black as coal with an amber ring around them.

Martha finally clamed down; it took most of a bottle of cognac to do it, but she finally drifted off to sleep. The seething anger she had for Mace leaving her in the hotel room the rest of the night would not die easily. The morning would come soon enough and time for revenge would come as well.

Bonnie, on the other hand, found herself in a tête-à-tête with Obi-wan.

Rolling the string of beads between his fingers, he smirked at Bonnie, “You first, love.”

Shaking her head and snickering, Bonnie replied, “Oh hell no! I think we can find other things in my bag to use, darlin’.”

A wicked grin came over Obi-Wan’s face as he said, “I think these will work just fine.” Moving to the center of the bed, he grabbed her ankles and slid Bonnie down to him.

Bonnie was stunned, yet excited, by this move. She looked at him as he leered at her, but a far away look came over his face and he paused in his actions. “Are you okay baby?” Bonnie asked as she sat up and looked at him, her hand resting on his arm.

His eyes did not change as he seemingly stared at the wall, “I must leave you,” Obi-Wan said as he looked back into her eyes.

“What? You gonna leave this?” Bonnie asked as she grabbed herself and ran her fingers between her legs.

He shook his head and slid off the bed, bending down to retrieve his clothes. “I have urgent matters to attend to, ma’am.”

Bonnie huffed, “And this ain’t urgent?” She rose and scooted over to him, rubbing her chest against his arm and lightly nipping his neck.

Obi-wan smiled and sighed, standing up to fasten his pants and pull on his cloak, “I will return to you. Here take his,” he slid his hand in a pocket on his belt and handed her a small device. “When I can get away, I will call you.”

Bonnie snorted, “Yeah right.”

Turning to look at her, Bonnie pouted as she saw him in his full Jedi grab. Damn he was a pretty thang and it pained her to see him leave. Obi-Wan bent down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips, “I shall pick back up where I left off.” His eyes twinkled with impish lust as he sauntered toward the door.

Bonnie sat motionless and did not look at him as he left her room. It would be a long night after all, but at least she brought something with her to help her forget the stunning Jedi that just left. Hearing the door close, she reached over to the bottle of whiskey and took a big swig.

Kelly sat in Needa’s lap, softly sobbing and tracing patterns on his chest. She did not fully understand why he had done such a heinous act and she could not get the nagging little voice out of her head that said she was also at fault. Leaning back, she looked at him through swollen, reddened eyes. “Why?” was the only word she could muster.

Needa gazed at her like a man that held a precious artifact, almost afraid to hold on too tightly, “I could not bear to see you with anyone else. I…I want you for myself.”

Kelly blinked in stunned silence, her mouth partly agape. ‘He cares?’ she thought to herself. ‘Well I’ll be damned.’ She slowly moved her hands down his arms and held his hands in hers.

He lowered his head, almost afraid to look her in the eyes. “I…I have become quite attached.

A smirk appeared on Kelly’s face. “I can see that. But don’t you think that killing them was a bit extreme?”

Needa pulled her close and rested his head on top of hers as he chuckled, “Indeed it was. And tomorrow I will have to deal with my punishment.”

Nuzzling against him, Kelly sighed. “I will be glad to speak to Vader for you. Maybe he will show some mercy?”

Needa gave a nervous laugh, but did not reply. He knew Lord Vader was not known for his mercy and he would be lucky if he lived to see another day.