Mandalorian Delights

Title: Mandalorian Delights-Sith Entanglements
Author: Mistress Elana
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A dancer at Jabba’s palace finds some fun and then some.
Disclaimer: I own nothing regarding the Star Wars universe. If I did, I’d have several naked Jedi, Sith Lords and Mandalorians with me and would not be writing this story.


Elana stood with her hands on her hips and smirked at the cocky Mandalorian. "You are a little too late." Reaching down, she grabbed her bags and tossed back her shimmering blue hair. "I've been chosen to entertain a powerful man."

He shrugged his shoulders and walked away. Elana rolled her eyes and turned to walk up the plank of the transport. "Dumbass," she muttered as she took a seat and the doors whooshed shut.

Even though she was just a lowly dancer, she had other talents and not ones that she showed often. An imperial officer had seen her in Jabba's palace not too long ago and was intrigued. That night she had imbibed way too much and stumbled down the hallway arm in arm with him on the way to her room. As she watched the officer undress, she decided that blue was not her color that night and ran her hands through her hair. The officer gasped when he saw her hair change to a striking color of gold. Forgetting why he wanted to be alone with her, he asked her many times to change this or that physical trait.

A few days after he left, a set of troopers came for her. Elana had paid her debts and was preparing to leave anyway so it was just perfect timing. What she never expected was to see that Mandalorian again. She never thought she would look into his black and gold helmet again. Although she'd enjoyed the one time they'd had together, it was only for selfish reasons and only that one time. A smile crept on her face and she shook her head. She had made her decision and now she must live with the new position she'd accepted.

The transport did not take her to Coruscant, but to a small moon orbiting a lush, green planet. She knew what she had signed up for but the rumors of the all-powerful Sith Lord and his already large harem made her a bit uneasy. She was sure he didn't have any of his lovelies here with him but the idea of meeting him made her quite uneasy.

What Elana did not know was that a small ship followed the transport. Pulling his helmet off, the Mandalorian, Loki, sighed and hung his head. This was stupid. Why the Sith was he following that little tart? Maybe he was just curious or maybe he wanted one more fling with her. Whatever the reasons, he was now there and might as well set about trying to find out what was going on.

The Sith Lord was storming around his chambers. It was bad enough that he had to be without his Terran beauties, but when the now-deceased officer told him of a new consort he'd lost control. There was no way this shape shifter could hold a candle to any of his women. The thought of that pompous officer trying to fix him up with some creature made his blood boil. This would not be the first time he had choked the long neck of a woman and he could almost see it happening again. The vision made him chuckle. He tucked his thumbs into his belt and, with a deep breath, walked out of his chambers.

Elana settled in to the small and plainly decorated room. She sat down on the edge of the bed and heaved a large sigh. Her nervousness was more than apparent and she jumped when she heard the door chime. She walked over and slid the panel open. Standing in the doorway was a large, black figure. Elana took several steps back as the Sith Lord strolled into her room, his long cape billowing behind him. Unsure of what to do, she simply stood in the middle of the room and studied the mysterious figure. He was over two meters tall and his rhythmic breathing was almost hypnotic.

She felt her heartbeat quicken and jumped as he turned around and looked down on her. "You are the shape shifter?"

Fidgeting with her hands, she tossed her indigo hair back and composed herself. "Yes my Lord. My name is Elana."

Reaching out with the Force, the Sith Lord probed her mind. As he replayed her life, a chuckle rumbled from him. "You will be of little use to me."

Feeling the sting of rejection, Elana flexed and her form changed into a dark skinned woman with long chestnut hair. Vader tilted his head and squinted his eyes at the abrupt change. Smiling sweetly, Elana walked over to him. "Does this please you more, my Lord?"

A large gloved hand stroked across her face. Closing her eyes, she grasped the hand and kissed it. Vader pulled his hand back from her and turned away. Although she could please him while he was stuck on this atrocity his master was building, he felt her talents could be used in more inventive ways. Pausing at the door, he turned back to her. "You will stay here, Elana. I believe you could be useful to me." In a whirl of black, he was gone.

Elana finally took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed. Her form shifted back to its normal hues and she contemplated the Sith Lord's words. If he kept her here just to toy with her, she could get that back at Jabba's. She sensed that he wanted her for something other than physical pleasure, which was different and curious. The officer told her that she would be the Sith Lord's consort, in essence a love toy. Taxing her brain, trying to figure out what he planned for her, she jumped again when the door chimed a second time.

Standing and composing herself, she opened the door and gasped. "What the Sith are you doing here?"

Loki pushed his way inside and quickly closed the door. He pulled his helmet off and looked at her, a wry smile on his lips. "I am here to take you away."

Elana crossed her arms over her chest and sneered at him. "I don't remember asking for your help."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. "You need it none the less. Vader is not a man and the things he might do to you…" his voice wavered as he thought of the evil creature, not unlike the Emperor, in a passionate embrace with Elana.

She shoved him hard and stepped back. "That is no concern of yours, Mandalorian. What I do with the Sith Lord is between me and him." Her amethyst eyes darkened with her rising anger.

Loki was not a man that took 'no' for an answer. Tossing his helmet to the floor, he spanned the distance between them and grabbed both of her arms. "Maybe I want to make it my concern."

Elana looked down at his hands gripping her tightly, her pale skin already reddening from the pressure. She clenched her teeth and gazed back up at him. "Lord Vader will not like you manhandling his property."

Pulling her flush against his body, he growled at her. "Forbidden fruits are always the sweetest." He kissed her hard, his anger and a rising passion flowing through his lips.

Elana wanted to pull away but her body betrayed her and she willingly melted into his kiss. Letting go of one of her arms, he threaded his hand in her hair and deepened the kiss. Elana rested her hand at the base of his neck and parted her lips to his insistent tongue. She moaned as his other hand released her arm and ran down to the dip of her waist. His lips were soft and hot and his tongue swirled around hers, making her head swim.

Loki broke away from her and smiled as he saw her flushed skin and passion-clouded eyes. Running a finger along her jawline, he tiled his head and grinned. "Could he give you this?"

Elana's body stiffened and she wiggled away from his arms. "I have no doubt he could. The question is would I enjoy it as much?" She smiled sadly and turned from Loki. Her path was set and her Mandalorian was in danger if he stayed here. She wanted him but she did not want the wrath of the Sith Lord to come down on either of them.

Loki pulled her back to him and cupped her face with his hands. "Leave with me, now."

Elana shook her head. "I cannot. I promised him I would stay."

He chuckled and shook his head. "Betrayal is the way of the Sith."

"I am not Sith and I always keep my promises." Elana replied and squinted her eyes at him. "You need to go. It would not be good for him to find you here."

Loki turned and sat on the bed, kicking off his boots. "Let him."

Elana stood shocked. She knew that the Mandalorians had little or no fear but to defy Lord Vader, the most powerful arm of the Emperor, was stunning. She sauntered over to him and sat down on his lap, her hands wrapping around his neck. Kissing him gently, she whispered against his lips, "You may have just signed our death warrants."

He gripped her hips and kissed along her neck. "Then we should die smiling."

Elana stroked his short, dark hair as his lips slowly suckled the sensitive skin over her rapidly beating pulse. She fiddled with the buckles on his armor. Sliding off his lap, she helped him out of his armor and smiled when he stood before her completely naked. Grabbing her thin dress, he pulled it over her head and then drew her to him. Elana sighed as she ran her hands along his shoulders and down his muscled arms.

He took a step back and sat down on the bed, bringing Elana to rest on his lap. Grabbing a handful of her blue locks, he harshly pulled her head back and licked from her collarbone to the edge of her ear. Elana shuddered as he grazed his teeth along her corded neck muscles. She wiggled against him and felt his hard cock between her legs. She knew this was not a time for slow and easy. They were treading on dangerous territory here and a pissed off Sith Lord could walk in at any time.

Lifting her body up, his grip in her hair causing her head to snap back as she slid down and engulfed him. Elana groaned as he filled her and she began to rock against him. His other hand trailed down and took hold of her hip. Never leaving her long neck, he left dark marks on her pale skin as he sucked and nibbled. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she got to her feet, her knees bent, and slid him in and out of her.

He threw his head back and it was her turn to latch onto his neck. Wiggling with each urgent thrust, she grunted and nuzzled against him, her lips running the length of his collarbone. As she felt the delicious tension build up, she looked back into his eyes and she came. A soft growl came from her open lips and she clenched her teeth as her body convulsed around him. He moaned at the sight of this luscious creature taking pleasure from him and soon found himself pounding into her.

Elana held onto him as he grasped both of her hips and grunted. She watched as his eyes fluttered and his mouth fell open, wordless noises of ecstasy rolling off his tongue. Leaning her head against his, she smiled and kissed him. They both panted and tried to come down from the heights they had experienced. Brushing her hair from her eyes, he grinned. "So, are you coming with me?"

Back in his meditation chamber, Lord Vader smiled. He had not witnessed the happenings in Elana's chambers but the Force rippled with intense waves of passion. It would not do to take her now, but the desires made him lick his lips and think fondly of his Terran beauties. No, he would not take this shape shifter but if she had this effect on a simple Mandalorian then she could be very useful to him in other ways. Without a word, he pressed a button on the control panel in his sphere and chuckled. The door to Elana's room was now locked and he would deal with the two of them in his own time.

The Dark Lord tried to meditate; he found it not only difficult, but impossible. His thoughts ran back to his women and he assured himself he would be there soon enough.