Log inRage Against The Dark Ch 2
Chapter two. Please do tell if like.
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The apartment my girls stayed at was not large. It was larger than my interdimensional apartment, but not by much.
It was cozy with two people, but four would be cramped. Two girls and an Engineer were no problem, but now that Charlotte would be living here, it would probably be a bit of a snug fit.
Still, they’d make it work till I was called in for the Clone Wars.
“Hello, Ry. What brings you here?”
The young woman who met my stare stood a hair short of four-foot eight, she had shoulder length lilac colored hair, two fluffy fox ears, and a fluffy tail that was swishing lazily behind her. She had a dark blue vest, a black microskirt, black pantyhose, white and red tennis shoes, and a white poncho decorated with red crosses.
She was quite svelte and looked nearly childlike in clothes that all but dwarfed her. Her seeming youth not aided by the fact that she was cute as a button, with rounded cheeks, a small mouth, and a button nose. Her ocean blue eyes, however, were sharp and inquisitive, her neutral expression marred by the slightest smile.
A good few memories surfaced of spending time with her, helping her train in use of the Force, and she’d patched my personality matrix up a few times over the years due to his/my misadventures.
“Sussurro.” I said with a nod. “I am your agent, I’ll keep the name Rylanor.”
Anguish flashed briefly through her eyes, but she kept it tightly leashed. “I see, he did always say it would be as sudden as it was annoying.”
“Eh, don’t be too sad, I’m 99.9997% the man you knew, now I just have more memories and powers.” I said, then gestured to Charlotte who was standing, frozen where she’d been the moment she saw the vixen woman. “This is Charlotte, she’s a new and rather unexpected member of my harem, please treat her well.”
Hearing her name snapped the girl out of the cuteness induced stupor. She coughed into her fist and introduced herself while I made my way further into the apartment, “H-Hello! I’m Charlotte, Charlotte Dunois, it’s a pleasure!”
“Likewise.” Sussurro said with a practiced smile.
“Now don’t be like that.” I said, putting a hand on her head and gently scritching, the vixen stiffened, then quickly relaxed and pressed her head more tightly against my palm. “You’re going to be sister-wives, it’d be bad to start all cold and professional like. Take the time to sit down with her, have a chat, you’ll see that y’all’be getting along in no time.”
Sussurro grumbled before saying. “M’kay.”
“Cool, now who wants a power-up?” I asked.
“What powe-ah!?” Sussurro began asking, then yelped when I scooped her up off the floor by the arm pits, she was so light she may as well be a feather. “What are you doi-hmpf!?”
She had only begun to squirm in my grip when I claimed her lips and slipped my tongue in her mouth, I changed my grip so I was holding her cute, tight rump with one hand, and the other on the back of her head, that’s when she really got to squirming. Like with Charlotte, I turned my saliva into a mild aphrodisiac and played with her tongue while I all but forced her to swallow our mingled spit, unlike Charlotte, Sussurro kept up the squirming and pushing back for a bit of time, even so, it wasn’t long before she’d wrapped her arms around my neck and did her best to wrap her legs around my hips.
Giving her cute tight derriere a hearty squeeze caused her to moan into the kiss and for her tail to wrap tightly around my forearm. I let go of the back of her head and used that hand to explore her svelte form through her clothes and began pushing the Force into her.
Unlike Charlotte, the medical professional kept enough awareness of herself to realize I was doing something, she broke the kiss and leaned back enough to breathily ask. “Wait, wha’re you doi-hmpf!?”
A question I didn’t let finish as, with a growl, I took a handful of her hair and pushed our lips together again, the sensation of my power filling her making her squirm.
I was most of the way through counting her teeth when my power reached a tipping point and her own surrendered against mine, folding as I successfully forged the Force Bond. She mewled adorably as her mouth ran dry, dry humping my abdomen as the climax of energy caused her own climax.
Was there a more efficient way to make this Bond without causing the person to cream their pants? Yes, yes there was.
But this was more fun.
I kissed her more gently as I let my little vixen recover. Ending the lip lock so I could kiss along the line of her jaw, her neck, and to lick the few tears that had trailed down her cheeks.
“That power up.” I said to the panting girl, my own breath short.
Sussurro glared at me, but the heat of her glare was somewhat compromised by the fact that she wasn’t letting go. “You could have warned me.”
I chuckled, the sound causing her face to burn a brighter red that spread to her human ears, her fox ears swiveling forward. I leaned down and murmured into her animal ear. “Now what would be the fun in that?”
A shudder ran through her body as her blush went from ‘bright’ to ‘nuclear’ and she buried her face on my chest while making angry noises. I ignored my newly acquired limpet and turned to Charlotte, finding the girl to be beet red, her breathing rapid and irregular as she squirmed and dug the heel of her palm against her crotch.
Note to self, push group sexy times with the former IS pilot.
I patted my vixen-limpet’s head, scratching at the base of one of her ears, I enjoyed her squirming for a bit before asking. “Where are Aegis and the engineer?”
She shuddered and leaned into my touch, I’d always had a knack for petting animals, it would seem that Sticky Fingers enhanced that particular talent of mine, I followed its suggestions and pinched the membrane of her animal ear lightly, then ran my fingers slowly from base to tip. “She’s at wo~rk,” Sussurro said past a moan, “I work at a-hmpf!-nearby hospital. She-nnngh!-she weighs tables at a nearby restaurant. I-guh!-I don’t know an engineer.”
I checked the delivery receipt for the engineer and saw he had been delivered straight to my interdimensional apartment. That said, he had been provided a backstory due to my purchase of Paper Trail. He’d be counted as a nonsapient who bonded with me after I liberated him from a carbonite slab in one of the lower levels of Coruscant. Those in the Order had been implanted with memories of the Forerunner Engineer dropping by semi-often to check up on me, utterly uncaring about the Jedi telling him he shouldn’t.
Neat.
My girls had been inserted more organically, leading to my memories of hanging out with them occasionally, something something ‘prescience,’ the Company was scary and weird.
My vixen limpet enjoyed the scritches for a while longer before she visibly forced herself to unstick from me. Both of us chose to politely ignore the faint squishing noise that came from her nethers, as well as the damp spot on my shirt.
I walked to the nearby couch and sat down like I owned the place. I patted the spots next to me while looking intently at the girls, after a few moments’ hesitation, the both of them obeyed the unspoken order and sat next to me, I leaned back, draped an arm across both sets of narrow (in comparison to me) shoulders, and pulled them in until they were leaning on me. From there, I let my arms hang down the front of my girls, pressing my forearm to the sides of their breasts, close enough for them to be distracted by the contact, but not truly cupping a feel.
Not yet.
“Okay, fill us in Sussurro, what’s the situation galactically? How has it impacted Coruscant? What have you noticed during your job? I want to hear it all.”
Sussurro nodded, subconsciously leaning into me and twirling her tail around my arm, on my opposite side, Charlotte remained stiff for a while longer before relaxing and leaning her head on my shoulder.
The Stamp really did do its work rather quickly.
Now to love and spoil my girls. And perhaps not today, but soon, I would dick them down but good.
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Sussurro spoke for quite a while, her perspective letting me learn I was in a variant of the Clone Wars, though one whose events mirrored the Clone Wars I knew. A good number of the big battles Sussurro mentioned sounded familiar enough to my ears, except the timeline was off.
The Clone Wars had, to date, been raging for three years with no sign of abating. There were billions upon billions of Clones, all of them fighting valiantly for the Republic, which itself was on the steady process of becoming a dictatorship.
Coruscant had been affected by rising costs and taxes, but my girls had so far gotten along well enough by living frugally and Sussurro’s job. Aegis helped how she could, but even though she brought in quite the haul of tips from the restaurant she worked at, her contribution paled in comparison to Sussurro’s, though it was enough to cover a percentage of their food expenses.
I waved a hand and used my HUD to summon in a few pails of MREs, yeah it would not be the best food available, but they were nutritious, filling and tasted okay, and that was good enough.
While she spoke, I’d moved my hands, running them slowly over their bodies, caressing their bellies and mons, tracing meaningless patterns on their legs, tantalizingly close to the edge of their skirt. I would have thought that out of the two, Charlotte would react the least, seeing as to I’d gotten rather far with her, but the former pilot was the one squirming the hardest, doing her best to muffle her reactions and not-so-subtly opening her legs to grant me easier access to her folds.
A touch I was happy to deny, much to her adorably mewled protests.
I hung out with them a while longer before opening a doorway to my interdimensional apartment. Where I saw the engineer…watching Slutlife Reality TV.
“No, nooooooo, no! This shit rots your brain!” I growled, took the remote away from him, and input ‘wholesome shit’ into the channel search bar. It settled on what appeared to be a variant of Demon Slayer, according to the show’s bio, a Kamado child that had originally been a miscarriage survived and this show was the recording of his whacky slice of life adventures, also he was a Chosen One or some such. Either way, better than SRTV programming.
The engineer acquiesced easily enough; Communication Talent force fed me his sign language. Apparently, he only turned on the TV for background noise.
I snorted, switched my apartment window from displaying a white Dirac Sea, into a ship-side-view of a Halo ring spinning seemingly lazily near a gas giant. I then went to my Work-Contract granted Workshop, dragging the engineer behind me, he expelled some gas to help me move him with a little ‘poot’ sound.
I decided then and there, his name was Poots.
I booted on the numerous miniature manufactorum machines, made a Bluetooth connection with Poots, who was surprised at that particular capability of mine. I used my HUD to modify the blueprints I had for Kasrkin armor, making its plates six millimeters of Adamantium, covered by five millimeters of ablative ceramite, three millimeters of durasteel, and three millimeters of duraplast. It would superficially look to be made of the same material as Clone Trooper armor, but I would actually stand a decent chance of outright tanking a lightsaber strike.
After that, I gave him the blueprints for a Cadian Pattern Hellgun, with instructions to manufacture five backpack charge packs, as well as a Godwyn-Branx Pattern Bolt Pistol and ten nine-round magazines.
Lastly, I put in an order for a Rosarius modified to incorporate UNSC Plasma Shield technology, resulting in an iron cross with a human skull at its center, the field it was to project should have the durability of an Imperial Rosarius, while reloading far faster and being much less likely to overload and fail.
I was eventually going to go to war, and as such, I wanted to make sure I was properly prepared. There are only two kinds of people in war, those who were properly prepared, and the dead. My Onion of Defense would have so many layers that nothing would ever hurt me.
And all this messing about took up just under two hours. Science and Engineering Talents were wild, I could only wonder why they weren’t standard issue with the Slutlife Engineering Mechanics Electricians and Nano-machinist division. “Okay Poots, that should keep you busy for a while, be ready to modify the armor so the girls can each get a suit.”
Poots whistled and signed his agreement, sending me an estimated time of completion.
Happy that my gear should be ready in about a day (engineers were bullshit) I set one of the machines in my Workshop to manufacture Bolts for my pistol and strode back out of my apartment, and all but walked into a worried big-tittied elf girl. She was tall for a girl at 173 cm, the top of her head coming just under my nose. She had shoulder length blonde hair in a naturally occurring ‘artfully messy’ ponytail, bright green eyes, and a full figure with curves that any man would be happy to die for.
“Master.” She said, her voice a mezzo-soprano, dignified even while filled with urgency, she bent at the waist, sending some parts of her to…jiggling hypnotically. “I beg you; may I have a moment of your time?”
This was Aegis Thea Eaderlindt, a (ceremonial) bodyguard to her nation’s inheritor for the throne, she very much was a hentai elf. She was just strong enough to put up a fight before being overwhelmed and bred at leisure.
That had literally been on her sales description.
Compared to actual combat capable elves in the Catalog, some of whom would give gods and Gods a difficult time. Aegis was roughly the equivalent of a trained human soldier. She was on the higher end of Tier 3 thanks to her magic, but a mundane with special forces training and minimal equipment would best her in a straight up fight nine bouts in ten.
She had great potential as a combatant, but her training had been subpar and her life prior to being Captured had had little hardship.
If we were to come to blows? She may as well be a child.
No, the main reason for the Aegis line of clones was for entertainment. As I understood it, Aegis and her sister were extremely popular in the Slutlife Coliseums.
As the aforementioned entertainment.
Hentai elves like Aegis were often referred to as the poor man’s Sexual Calibration. It was not unusual for their body fluids to serve as aphrodisiacs of varied potency, often resulting in…long sessions in the Coliseums.
But where most saw a fuck-puppet, I saw the potential for a truly impressive fighter. If one that needed a not insignificant investment to truly shine.
“Speak.” I said, matching her tone.
“Master, I beg of you, please purchase my sister!” She said, dropping to her knees and all but kowtowing. “The grace period to purchase her is only a few hours after we were to meet. Use me as you wish, but please purchase my sister!”
“Yeah alright.” I agreed easily and pulled up the Catalog on my HUD.
“I swear I will do my outmost to make sure you are satisfied with that purchase!” Aegis continued her sales pitch, unaware of my agreement.
I let her get it out of her system while I browsed the available ‘model range.’ Siblings were often cloned with adjacent serial numbers soooo…there she was, I had just under an hour to purchase her before she was sent to the coliseum to be paired up with an ‘orphaned’ Aegis and set against a gauntlet of increasingly more powerful Weave creatures until they were overwhelmed and…well, as far as most of the audience of those matches cared, that’s when the spectacle really began.
Oh sure, they could win the gauntlet and claim their freedom. So long as the two of them could defeat an ogre herd.
One led by Oni.
By themselves.
After a gauntlet that began at goblins, moved onto orcs, and kept escalating.
Without pause for rest. Or proper equipment.
These two were really popular for that.
The Company was really fucked up, and sometimes I could not help but realize I was very much part of the problem.
Still, I could at the very least spare this pair of sisters from that grisly fate.
I made the purchase through my Patron’s subsidiary, and while I was at it, arranged for her to have an identity in this universe, as well as purchasing potential in the Force, like I did for my other girls. This would delay delivery for a while, but at least she would not be conscious for the implantation of her Force Potential.
I paid the Credits, bringing me down to a measly twelve. But as the saying went, happy waifu happy laifu.
Gods, I hate myself sometimes.
Besides, I had a thing for elves. I should have purchased the set from the beginning. Speaking of which, Aegis was still trying to persuade me.
Well, I could definitely do something about that.
I took her by the shoulders, turned her around, pressed her to the ground as I lay on top of her and lastly did my best to shove my tongue down her throat. She squirmed and fought at first, before forcing herself to remain still, then due to Sticky Fingers and my saliva being an aphrodisiac, she got heated up enough that she forgot herself and began kissing me back, her arms circling my head and holding me close.
My tongue, lips, and mouth all tingled pleasantly as I kissed her, my heart rate quickening as she moaned into the kiss. I remembered to begin pushing my power into her as I trailed a hand down her front and applied firm, persistent pressure to her mons.
I was excited enough that I lacked the control to be gentle, everything about her was intoxicating. Her saliva tingled on my tongue and was faintly sweet, the scent of her sweat was slightly floral and stroked the fires of my lust, her skin was satin on my palms and her muffled moans the most enchanting music.
Hentai elves were something else.
My power reached a tipping point inside her, she screamed as she simultaneously climaxed, and her power became subservient to my own. The scent of her arousal filled my head as I broke the kiss, the girl remaining on the ground, her eyes unfocused and her breathing rapid.
I needed more; I began trying to undo my belt with trembling hands.
“Umm.” My eyes snapped up, and I beheld Charlotte and Sussurro standing nearby, watching the proceedings with wide eyes and red faces.
I cleared my throat. “Alright, powers granted. I’m getting one more girl, but she’s in processing, once she’s here, we’ll train together so you all learn your new powers at the same time.
“R-Right, umm…” Charlotte said and fidgeted.
“D-Do you want some uhh, help with that? It looks painful.” Sussurro murmured, pointing to my painfully erect dick making a very obvious and hard to miss bulge in my pants.
I was about to deny her out of sheer stubborn pride, nobody got to tell me when something hurt, especially when they were right. But I was preempted by Aegis saying. “N-No, it’s my duty, I’ll take care of him.”
I turned to find the artfully mussed elf pushing herself up onto shaky legs, looking at me with grim determination.
Oh right, I forgot in the excitement. “I purchased your sister right before I applied my power, she should be delivered here in a few days.”
Rather than relax, that only seemed to steel her resolve. “Then it is even more important that I take care of you.”
“Well, I made the offer first!” Sussurro said testily, her tone putting Aegis’ back up.
“Ladies, ladies.” I said, stepping in the middle of the brewing argument. “I have the perfect resolution to this dilemma.”
And that’s how I ended up, laying on their bed, a beautiful French girl all but glued to my side, moaning into my chest as I drove her wild with my fingers, and two beautiful young women laying on my legs and doing their best to one-up each other as they lovingly worshipped my cock with their tongues.
Aegis could take me to the base with no issue like the porn elf she was, while my vixen gagged and had to pull back after only managing to get a third of the way down my cock.
Still, as competitive as they were, the aphrodisiac I exuded eventually clouded their minds enough that they kissed and made up. That they kissed each other passionately around the head of my cock was just a bonus.
I leaned back and let myself be spoiled as Charlotte muffled a wail against my chest and made a mess of the bed sheets, then shuddered and mewled as I did not let up.
I was going to be the absolute worst Jedi in the Corusca Galaxy, because there was no way in hell I was ever going to give this up.
