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 a naked Sith Lord with me and would have no time to write this story.


Elana lay in bed and watched as Loki donned his armor. Grabbing his helmet, he walked over and ruffled her hair. He felt a presence and turned to see the door slide open. The large black durasteel clad figure of Vader stormed through the door. Elana jumped up from the bed and ran to him but Vader grabbed her arm and held her tightly at his side. He turned to see Loki heading for the door but held his other hand out and easily Force slammed him against the wall. A nod was all he needed to lock the door once again and he focused his attention back to Elana who was now squirming against his grip.

Vader gazed down at her and his voice rumbled. "You have been busy, little one."

"My Lord, I…I…There is no excuse for my actions." She slumped her shoulders forward and lowered her head. Hearing a muffled groan, she saw Loki shake his head and stand.

Releasing Elana, Vader stalked over to Loki and stood in front of him. "And you…" Vader tucked his thumbs into his belt and glared at the Mandalorian. "Not only have you snuck onto my ship but toyed with my property as well."

Loki looked over at Elana and clenched his fists. "I beg to differ. She is not your property."

Vader was surprised at the cocky Mandalorian's audacity but that soon faded into ire. Loki noticed that Vader paused and he took the opportunity to breathe in deeply; if he was going to die, he might as well lay all his cards out on the table. Turning his focus back to the Sith Lord, Loki laid his hand on his blaster. "You don't really need her anyway, my Lord."

Crossing his arms, Vader stifled a chuckle. "But you are wrong. I do need her, at least for a little while and what I need from you…" Vader paused and held his arm out, "is to die." Loki's hands went to his throat and he sputtered. Elana crawled to the Sith Lord and clung to his leg, her hands reaching up to his thigh. "Don't, my Lord. Please spare him."

Vader looked down on her and for a split second thought of doing away with her as well. He lifted Loki off the ground and slung him across the room. Vader grinned as the Mandalorian made a lovely thumping noise when he hit the wall. Loki slumped against the wall, completely unconscious. Bending over, Vader grabbed hold of Elana's arms and brought her to her feet. "Now, little one, come with me."

Elana took one last look over her shoulder, as she was drug from her room. The door shut and she heard a lock engage. A sigh escaped her but she shook herself out of it. Elana found it hard to keep up with the long strides of Vader and almost had to run to keep him from wrenching her arm from its socket. He stopped in front of a door and when it slid open, tossed her inside before walking in and locking it behind him.

Standing over Elana, he clasped his hands behind his back and began to pace back and forth. "You have promised to be in my harem, correct?"

Elana sat back on her heels and craned her head to look up into his mask. He was truly a most imposing vision. "Yes, my Lord. I shall do anything you wish."

Vader clamped together his durasteel fingers and turned away from her. He was not even remotely interested in the shape shifter but the fact that the Mandalorian was enticed him. Walking over to the large view port, he allowed himself a deep breath and began. "You will accompany me to Terra. There is someone there that I wish you to bring to me."

Elana blinked several times, trying to let this sink in. He wanted her to catch someone for him? Wouldn't a bounty hunter be more adapt for this job? Vader turned to her and chuckled. "Not catch, just bring them to me."


Loki rose up and shook his head. A sharp pain radiated down his arm and he saw it hanging useless. "Haar'chak!" He hissed when he realized his shoulder was dislocated. Standing, he turned to the wall and closed his eyes tightly, slamming himself into it. The bone crunching pop echoed through the small room. He grunted and felt the pain slowly ebb. Rotating his arm, he was satisfied that he had slipped it back into place. Tapping the sensors on the side of his helmet, he spoke to the controls inside it. "Dha'haase." The screen activated and he scrolled through it to find a replay of Vader dragging Elana out of the room. His hand clenched and a sneer thinned his lips.

Looking around, he decided to leave the woman to her fate. As he sleuthfully walked to the door, he paused. This woman had already cost him too damned much and yet he felt compelled to save her from the Sith Lord. Never one to pass up a good fight, his mind started to click and a smiled colored his face. It was not that he wished for her to be his mate, but he didn't want Vader to put his hands on her either. His mind was made up; she would come with him, one way or the other.


Vader led Elana back to her room to pack her meager belongings. The officers they passed in the hallway gave the blue haired changeling strange looks but always behind Vader's back. No one was even remotely brave enough to ask Lord Vader what he was doing with this woman, although they all secretly wanted to know. As they approached the door, Vader grabbed Elana's arm and held her out of harm's way. With a nod of his head, the door slid open and she stepped inside.

Vader sensed the Mandalorian in the room, but his visual receptors did not locate him. A grin started to curl his lips and he swung Elana around to face him. Threading his leather-clad glove through her hair, he watched her tense in his grasp. "What did you think I would want with a harem member, little one?"

Elana's eyes went wide and she stammered. "My Lord, I am yours to do with as you please." She lowered her head in submission. Vader ran his hand down her chest and thumbed over her nipples. Elana gasped and looked up at him. This was a change in plans, but she was willing to do whatever he wanted; she was in his service. Vader pulled her closer to him and she swore she could feel his hot breath through the mask. His voice rumbled and vibrated through her body. "Show me what you did for the bounty hunter."

Stepping back from him, Elana slowly pulled the sides of her dress down and let it pool around her feet. She stepped from it and knelt before the Sith Lord. Vader sensed the rage in the Mandalorian and stiffed a chuckle.

Shifting in the shadows, Loki tapped the side of his helmet and engaged the trajectory sensors. Vader followed the rage radiating from Loki and could see him as well as if the room was in full light. Looking down, he watched Elana run her nimble fingers up his legs and gritted his teeth when she grasped hold of his codpiece. Asking for permission with a wanton glare in her eyes, she reached around to unfasten his belt. Vader pulled his cloak around them and stilled her hands. From this vantage point, Loki could not tell what was going on.

Vader soaked up the fear from Elana and the hatred from Loki. It was a potent tonic, fueling the dark side swirling in him. As Loki raised his hand and took aim, Vader spun around and Force grabbed him. Loki snarled at the Sith Lord. "Fight me without all this sorcery."

Cocky and arrogant, Vader thought and dropped him. He pushed Elana away and brushed past her mind, 'Stay away. This will get ugly.' Elana gathered up her dress and scramble to the furthest corner of the room. She was unwilling to leave and watched the scene unfold before her.

Loki stood before the Sith Lord, unafraid and most pissed off. The ebony of his helmet matched the darkness in Vader's soul. Vader tilted his mask down to him and clenched his fists. "Let's get this over with, Mandalorian. I have sweet delights to taste." Loki swung at him and Vader deftly caught his hand. He could not see the grin from under the gold and ebony helmet. "Tracyn!" An electric pulse streamed from the gauntlets on his wrists. Vader shuddered as the shock traveled through his body and threatened to override his circuitry. He threw Loki away from him and shook his head.

"That was your first mistake." The deadly tone did not escape Elana but it seemed not to faze Loki. He bounded back to Vader and they exchanged blows, neither of them giving any ground. Clasping her hands over her eyes, Elana could hardly watch but could not seem to pull herself away, either. Loki swung around and crouched down, his leg sliding under the Sith Lord and knocking him off his feet. Vader mentally admonished himself for letting this puny bounty hunter get the better of him. Flipping back to his feet, Vader looked straight into the barrel of a sawed off blaster.

"Now, I will take Elana and you will die." Loki fired but Vader deflected the shot. Loki ducked to avoid being hit and heard it strike the wall behind him. Vader tucked his thumbs into his belt and chuckled. "Enough. This is over." He held out a hand and waved the blaster from Loki's grasp. His arm outstretched and he Force grabbed Loki, slamming him repeatedly against the still smoldering wall.

Tears streamed down Elana's face and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see the deathblow. Vader heard the pleasing crack of bones breaking and released Loki, his body slumping lifeless against the wall. Reaching out through the Force, he could no longer detect any emotions from the Mandalorian.

Satisfied, Vader turned to Elana and held out a hand to her. "Come, little one. We have a job to do."

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she slowly walked over to him. Her gaze fell on the crumpled and broken body in the black and gold armor. Turning back to Vader, her voice quivering, she spoke just above a whisper. "Please, my Lord. Give me one moment."

Vader nodded and walked to the door. "Very well, but be quick. Time is of the essence."

Elana bowed to him and ran to Loki's body. She traced her fingers over the glittering "T" of his helmet and placed her head on his chest. His under suit had spots of ever widening dark colors seeping onto it and when Elana ran her fingers across it, she drew back her hand in horror. Holding her fingers up, she saw they were colored crimson. She mumbled apologies to him and kissed the armor over his heart before rising and joining the Sith Lord.

Although he enjoyed the intense emotions, Vader had things to attend to and set his hand on her shoulder. "He fought well but was no match for me." Elana's eyes widened and Vader detected a hint of anger.

"Loki was more than a match for you but you chose to use your sorcery to defeat him." The hand on her shoulder tightened down and she gritted her teeth.

Vader rumbled, "That is no matter now."

Vader shuffled her from the room and down the stark white corridor. They approached the shuttle bay and Vader barked orders to several officers. "Get rid of the garbage in the guest quarters."

As the doors to his personal shuttle closed, Elana began to weep once more. Vader smiled beneath his mask and powered up the shuttle. He programmed the hyperdrive and laid in the coordinates. The stars streaked by them as they headed to Terra.