The Left-Hand Path

Part 6: Coruscant

Vader returned to Coruscant by request of the Emperor. “What is thy bidding, my master?” he intoned, inwardly hating the words.

“You have an apprentice, Lord Vader.” Palpatine clasped his hands thoughtfully. “A Sithas Fiona…She has grown strong, has she not?”

“She has,” Vader gave a measured reply.

“Bring her here, Lord Vader. I wish to see this Sithas Fiona for myself.”

“Yes, my Master,” Vader replied.

He returned to the Executor, and Acaciah. “The Emperor wishes to see you, Acaciah. We are going to him on Coruscant. I want you to be as pleasing to him as you are to me.”

Acaciah gave him an incredulous look. Vader laughed. “It will be alright, mi priana. Trust me.”

Saramai dressed Acaciah in a translucent gown of red silk veils that seemed see-through, but were not, rimmed her eyes in kohl, and pinned her hair so that its curls framed her face. Vader looked her over. “You look exquisite,” he said, and turned to Saramai. “Cover her up; I don’t want her ogled.” Saramai put Acaciah’s hooded cloak over the ensemble, and they went on their way.

When they reached the Palace on Coruscant, they were escorted to the Emperor’s chambers. Vader and Acaciah were shown into his private study; Saramai waited behind with the courtiers. Palpatine’s back was to the door; Vader and Acaciah waited patiently for him to turn and acknowledge them. At length he turned in his chair, and they bowed. “Greetings, Lord Vader,” Palpatine said. “Guards, leave us,” he said, dismissing his Red Guard.

“This is my apprentice, Acaciah Sakarté,” Vader stated, and Acaciah bowed again.

“I know,” Palpatine replied, smug. “Take off the cloak,” he ordered. It fell to the floor, puddling at Acaciah’s feet.

The Emperor appraised her, and was pleased. She was lovely, and powerful; she’d make an excellent apprentice. He could use her feminine wiles to seduce and enthrall needed political allies, and since she was younger she’d be more pliable than Vader. He watched Vader’s reaction; he was a bit possessive of the girl. There’s room for only one Master, Palpatine thought, and he knew how to show Vader who it was.

“I understand that the Fiona know much about the art of dance. I would like to see it for myself,” Palpatine said aloud.

“I shall be pleased to dance for you,” Acaciah replied. She spun into a graceful pirouette.

“Lord Vader,” the Emperor said. “Stay and watch awhile,” he commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Vader responded tightly.

Acaciah began to writhe gracefully in time to the music. She let the Emperor look but not touch, teasing him with glimpses of her creamy skin slipping the veils away. She tested him with invisible caresses, working him into an eager desire to feel her flesh.

“Come closer,” Palpatine said with a note of desire in his voice; Vader swallowed his seething rage.

She obeyed, placing her hands just above his skin, working his pleasure points with the Force. Her caresses only whetted his lust; he wanted her hands on him. Acaciah smiled, obeying his unspoken request, she took his shaft and stroked it. “More,” Palpatine groaned. “Use your lips!”

Acaciah lowered her head and let her breath warm his member. The Emperor’s white-knuckled hands gripped his throne, his eyes closed. Vader’s rage seethed; in one fluid motion he reached out and Force-choked him, breaking Palpatine’s neck. Vader tossed the Emperor’s body aside like a rag doll and jumped onto the throne, pulling Acaciah on top of him.

“You’re mine, Acaciah,” he growled, tearing at what remained of her clothes. “You are my Empress now!” He took her mouth, their tongues tangling. Vader unzipped his pants and pulled her onto his cock. Acaciah moaned in delight and began crashing down on him. She kissed him hungrily, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she pumped him. He took her nipples into his mouth, sucking each taut; Acaciah screamed and ground into him harder, her climaxes coming hard and fast. *Mine! Mine! You’re MINE!* he whispered into her mind.

“Yes, my love!” she agreed as they finally came.

After they were finished, they dressed and carefully arranged Acaciah’s regular clothes. Vader ripped her tunics open. “Perfect,” he said, satisfied.

“My hero,” Acaciah rejoined, winking at him. She ran out of the throne room, sobbing for Saramai right in front of the Courtiers.

“My lady! What’s wrong?” Saramai cried, hugging Acaciah to her. She pushed Acaciah’s arms open, and gasped at her torn clothing. “What happened?” she asked, horrified.

“He, he—” Acaciah stammered.

“He who? The Emperor?” Saramai was dismayed.

“Yes!” Acaciah cried, tears running afresh. Murmurs were beginning to run through the room. “Lord Vader saved me! If he hadn’t come, I don’t know what would have happened!”

“Palpatine’s gone mad!” a courtier whispered.

Vader strode into the room, trailed by Moff Tarkin. “The Emperor is deceased; his sanity was in question. As of right now, I am in charge of command.” His crystal blue stare dared anyone to cengeenge him, but the room was silent.

“Acting Regent Vader has full command of our military resources,” Tarkin concurred.

“In the meantime you may address your concerns to myself or Moff Tarkin; for now you are dismissed.” Vader addressed the group. He turned to Saramai. “Take Lady Sakarté to her new quarters.”

Tarkin turned to Vader after the room emptied. “Cunning, Lord Vader. You know as well as I do that girl’s no virgin; her quarters are with you on the Executor.”

“Acaciah will make a fine Empress,” Vader replied easily. “Your support is appreciated, Lordkin.kin.”

Tarkin smiled. “Of no matter, I suppose. They’re too fearful of you to do anything but make rumors.”

“Afraid of me?” Vader gave a shark’s smile. “They should be.”