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Ill-Fated Duel

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Aya Ven slowly opened her eyes. Darkness still surrounded her, both inside her little hidden spot, and in the room just outside. For the last several hours, the young, blue skinned twi'lek had been sitting at the exit to an air vent, waiting patiently. The only sound to keep her company was the thrum of the air processors much farther down the shaft behind her, keeping the atmosphere inside the facility a constant, even mix of oxygen and nitrogen at a comfortable, if slightly warm temperature.

The room below belonged to the faleen Jin Jinozi. Most knew him as the leader of a successful smuggling ring in the outer rim, having been given the title Baron Jin. She knew him as so much more. As her teacher, her mentor, and in many ways, her father. He had taken her under his wing when she was only around 8 years old. Nearly 15 years she had thrived under his brutal tutelage, learning the ways of business, manipulation, the black market... and more. To the galaxy, he was a smuggler baron. To her, he was her master and teacher in the ways of the Force.

Back when the the Jedi were still a force within the now defunct Republic, Jin had once been an apprentice Jedi, or padawan as they were called. After the fall, he had fled to the outer rim and found the Dark Side helped him to survive far more than any of his former Jedi training had. Some time after that, he had found her. Or more, he found her hand in his pocket. She had managed to snag his well hidden lightsaber from under his coat and run off. Naturally, he caught up with her easily and reclaimed what was his, but sensing her force potential, he decided to keep her. She had been a homeless orphan anyway, so she gladly accepted having a roof over her head.

She loved him as a daughter would love her father. However, at the same time, she hated him as the man who was in the way of her ambition, and a final obstacle to being more powerful. It was a very strange relationship the two had. She respected the older reptilian to her very core, but wished for nothing more than for him to die, specifically at her hands. With him dead, she would be the one to run his smuggling empire. She would be the most powerful person this side of Nar Shaddaa. With the only other user of the Force in the little criminal empire dead, no one would be able to challenge her. This was what had led her to this very night, sitting in the air vent just above her father's sleeping chambers, waiting patiently for the right moment. That moment, finally, had arrived.

Aya removed the cover to the vent with a painful slowness. The anticipation for the moment was almost overwhelming, but she knew better than to give in to reckless haste. Once the cover was out of the way, she lowered herself down into the room, dropping onto her wrapped feet with the grace of a dancer, or theif... or of an assassin. The darkness of the room wrapped around her almost as much as the tight, black clothing hugging her athletic body. However, she dared not use the Force to muffle or hide herself, lest he sense her presence so close. She had long ago learned not to underestimate him, and was taking every precaution she could. Including her weapon of choice.

Instead of activating a lightsaber, a very loud and noticeable sound, she instead pulled out a vibrodagger. She practically glided her way over to his bed, raising the blade above her head, ready to plunge it down. Then she stopped. Something was wrong. She felt it as a tingling at the back of her mind. She turned quickly and threw the dagger at the darkness of the room behind her. A green scaled hand caught it easily. He looked at the weapon in his hand. "A LaserHone Talon. Silent vibrations. A good choice, if expensive."

She stood up straight, letting out a soft sigh. "How did you know I'd be here tonight?"

Jin placed the dagger on the table beside him, then stepped from the shadows into the dim light coming in from the single uncovered window in the room. "Your murderous intent and aspirations have always been easy to read. Today, you did everything you could to hide it. It was obvious what it meant." There was a loud snap-hiss, followed by a low, constant thrum as the radiant yellow lightsaber ignited in his hand, casting its light around him. The man stood before her, dressed not in the fine robes he normally wore, but instead in the light clothing of an arena fighter. He clearly was ready for this fight. His green scales had a sickly look from the yellow light shining off of the smooth surface of his bare scalp.

Aya gripped a lightsaber of her own. "I hoped to kill you quietly and quickly. A gift for all the years you treated me well." She ignited the blade, adding the violet light to the room as she held it before her. "Instead, I'll cut you down for all the years of grueling torture you called training!" With a burst of Force-enhanced speed, she lunged across the room, so fast her blade was a streak of light in the dark. The yellow blade caught the attack, deflecting it easily. She spun with the momentum of the deflection, swinging a back-swipe at him that he had to step away from.

He stared at her, his red eyes staring into her yellow gaze. "That training made you stronger." His voice was even, and infuriatingly calm. When their blades connected again, she saw his scales had shifted to a cool, bluish hue, almost the same color as her skin. "If it had not, you would already be dead. Now stop holding back and show me what all that secret training you've been doing has done."

She grit her teeth at him, feeling the anger rising more and more at his calm. It was his way of taunting her, acting like this was just a minor inconvenience at worst. However, she knew him better. This was how he dealt with threats and challengers. He used his cool, reptilian nature as a weapon to throw people off their game and get under their skin, be it someone trying to kill him or simply barter. She was much the reverse, the hot to his cold, showing her rage and aggression on the surface to intimidate. But she did not let it control her. She channeled the anger, using it to fuel herself, and to mask other emotions.

Right now, it covered just how much fun she was having as she launched at him again. They clashed again and again, violet blade against yellow. She swung, he parried, countered, and she deflected. They danced around the room with each other, her wild swinging bashing against his controlled defense. To an untrained eye, she looked like a berserker in a fury, attacking with reckless abandon while keeping him only on the back foot. To the trained, it was clear how evenly matched they were. They were both using their skills to look for an opening.

Jin saw his opening. He held up one hand as she leapt at him, and she immediately knew her mistake. A blast of concussive Force slammed into her chest and sent her flying backwards. She smashed through a table, splintering the wood as she crashed through it and tumbled to the floor. She barely managed to hop back to her feet in time to catch the attack coming down at her, having to use both hands on her saber to keep his downswing from cutting her clean in half. His strength threatened to push her down to her knees, and she saw in his eyes, hidden just behind his calm, was the rage and bloodlust that fueled him as well.

She kicked at him, the Force enhancing the strength of the blow as it connected with his gut. He took it, but it was enough for him to step back, breaking their saber lock. She was upon him again in an instant, the violet blade thrust forward. He deflected it again, but not before she slipped just under his guard and caught the side of his arm, burning into his scales and the soft flesh beneath. He grunted in pain, then grinned. "Good." His scales had shifted again, no longer the cool blue, but growing deeper into the reds. "Show me more!"

She felt what he was doing and slashed at him, not intending to hit him, but forcing him to leap back away. "Your little pheromone trick won't work on me, Father." She was well aware of the faleen's ability to use their pheromones to shift the feelings of those around them. It was subtle and hard to defend against. Most tried to use them to calm or entice others, make them more pliable. He was trying to incite more anger within her, to make her unfocused. "More results of my secret training." She shifted her stance to a more defensive one, changing saber styles easily.

Jin smiled at her. Like any martial art, it was no easy task to master a saber style, and many focused on just one or two. She had already demonstrated her mastery over the aggressive Juyo, and the room-sweeping Shi-cho. Now she fell into the defensive posture indicative of Soresu, the same style he had been using this whole duel. That she so easily slid into a new posture, he could tell she had been practicing several at once. "Impressive." He shifted his own stance, switching to a the one-handed Makashi style. "However, I wonder just how much you've mastered, and how much you're simply posturing."

This time, it was his turn to lunge at her. Once more the room was filled with the sparks and crackles as the blades connected again and again. He rushed forward, thrusting his blade in a flurry of fencing stabs, attempting to get under her guard. She danced back and around, blocking or dodging each thrust. She kept a firm grip on her saber as he tried repeatedly to disarm her. She caught his blade on her own and tried to counter and disarm him, throwing the deadly yellow blade up and away. Despite managing to keep his grip, it left him open and she rushed in under his guard to attack, swinging at his middle.

Before the lethal strike could connect, he lashed out with the Force, channeling his bottled rage into a powerful attack. Lightning crackled from his hand, leaping across the small gap between them and striking her in the chest. She cried out as tendrils of electric pain crawled over her body, nearly knocking her to the ground. Despite her surface rage and fury, she had never managed to manifest the lightning herself. Him showing off his control of this power she could not only grew that rage inside of her even more.

She focused the anger and used the pain, channeling it into the Dark Side to fuel herself even more. She brought her blade up before her to catch the continued blast of electricity aimed at her. She could feel it surging through the hilt and into her hand, crackling at the nerves within her grip, burning her flesh, but she refused to let the muscles tremble and spasm through sheer willpower. All around, the blue light from the Force lightning lit the room in flashes as he kept pushing his anger at her.

She would only last so much longer under such an attack if she did not break free. She had to do it. Use her secret weapon. She had hoped she would not need to, hoped to defeat him before now. She mentally berated herself for thinking she could hold anything back and win against him. He was a master, after all. Her master. Her father. He knew her better than anyone, and she knew him. Now that this fight had started, neither would stop until the other was dead. She had to do it.

Jin's eyes went wide and he had to leap back several feet, halting his attack finally. He looked down to see the front of his clothing cut, a slight scorch along his belly. He had narrowly avoided being cut clean in half as his daughter swung with a second saber. She stood now, holding her original violet saber, and her secret second saber, the blade a vibrant green. He grinned, chuckling at her. "I see." He did not question where she got the second saber. It was hers, built by her hand. He could feel her presence flowing through it the same as the first, which was a gift from him. "So you've made your own."

Aya gave him a wild grin, her breath heavy in her chest but her blood pumping in her veins. "Isn't that the old right of passage for the Jedi?"

Bringing up his old order had the effect she intended. Her father grit his teeth at her. "We are not Jedi!"

"Nor are we Sith." She finished the saying he had, literally, beaten into her. "We are more. We are better." She fell into her fighting stance, both blades held in front of her, ready. It was yet another style, the athletic Ataru this time, with the dual-wielding Jar'Kai style flavors." I am better!"

Jin got himself into a fighting stance, back to the defensive Soresu. "We shall see." The two stared at each other, bathed only in the light of the three sabers. Jin's scales had shifted again, now to a deep red, no longer hiding his typically subdued anger. His face was stern, contrasted by the wild grin upon his daughter's pretty features. This would end soon, they both felt it. The Force swirled around them, unseen but palpable, as if quivering with restless anticipation for what was about to happen.

At the same time, the two burst into violent action. Aya swung both sabers down, both caught on Jin's blade. He deflected them away, only for her to follow with rapid strikes with each, twirling them both before her in a whirlwind of deadly light. The yellow blade moved rapidly to block each strike, none powerful enough to break his guard, but fast enough to keep him defensive. He was forced to take steps back away from her as she pushed her advantage.

She laughed as he bumped the back of his legs against a table, having to roll backwards over it. The green blade came down, missing him by an inch and cleaving the table in half. He had to duck under the violet saber's swipe at his middle, then roll forward to avoid the green again slicing down at him. He ended up behind her and held out his hand. A concussive blast of Force slammed into her back, sending her smashing against the corner of a display shelf. She bounce off of it, dazed as her head struck the hard metal. Her sabers fell from her grip, the blades deactivating the moment they were out of her grasp and clattering to the ground.

She slid to the ground, only to spin around and stare back at him. Her eyes went wide as she saw the yellow tip of his blade pointed at her face. She scrambled back, only to find herself backed against the wall with nowhere to run. She looked up at him, fear in her eyes. "F-father... w-wait!" He did not wait. He swung his blade down to cut her from shoulder to hip... only to hit air as the illusion faded before him. He stared at the deep groove his saber had cut into the wall behind where she had been a moment later.

He stood up as he heard the blades humming behind him. "Well, now I am impressed." Misdirect, the power to cast illusions with the Force. Powerful enough that the illusions could feel real, and make the real seem fake. It was a power he was particularly skilled with, and one she had never show any ability to utilize before. Yet here she was, fooling him, of all people, with one such illusion.

Aya held both blades out, crossed just behind the back of his head. "I told you. I am better. Goodbye, father." She scissored the blades together, both crossing through his neck to remove his head and take his life. Only, he was not there, either. She stared at where her father had been only a second before. He had done to her what she had done to him. "No!" She spun around in time to see the real Jin coming at her, saber at the ready. She raised her blades to block, but too late.

The yellow blade slid under her guard, only to swing upwards. Aya let out a scream of agony as the blade cut through her arm just below the shoulder. Before the green blade could even fully deactivate, he swung back down, cleaving her other arm off near the same place. She staggered backwards, shrieking in pain as smoke rose from the stumps where her arms had been a moment later. She looked down at her severed limbs, laying on the floor lifeless, the hilts of her sabers still clutched in her fists.

This can't be how it ends! She stared at him, at her father, fury in her eyes. Then pain filled her gaze again as he swiped across and low, slicing through her thighs below her hips. She screamed again as she fell backwards. This can't be how it ends! But it was the end. She had lost, totally and utterly. She could not stop her fall, finding herself staring at the ceiling. Then she gasped in pain as an invisible hand caught her by the throat. Her body was lifted into the air by the neck, choking her as she hung suspended.

Jin held out one hand, holding his daughter up with the Force, anger in his gaze. "You failed."

Aya begged him, her words strained through her crushed larynx. "F-father... p-please... I-I can... still... serve." She could get cybernetic prosthetics. Good ones were expensive, but he had the money. She could still serve him as his second. He had spent so much time raising and training her already. "I... am... still..."

"A failure." Some sadness crept into his eyes as he stared at her. His daughter. Maybe not biologically his, but that did not change their relationship. He loved her as a father, and had just hurt her more than anyone ever had. Or ever would. "Goodbye, Aya."

Her eyes went even wider, pleading. "F-father! No!" Then her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The yellow blade passed through her neck quickly, severing her head in one swift motion. It sat upon her neck for a moment before the weight of her lekku, the dangling fleshy twin-tails hanging off of the back of her head, pulled it back. A moment later, her pretty, blue face was pressed to the floor. Her mouth moved a few times, trying to speak, but no words came. Tears ran from her eyes as they lost focus, the life fading from them.

Jin set her limbless torso down. Turning his saber off, he hooked it back to his belt, then knelt down. He reached out to gently take his daughter's head, lifting it up so she faced him. He brought it close, giving her a soft kiss on her lips. He set her down again, closing his eyes and allowing his own tears to flow. "I love you, Aya. I will miss you, my daughter." His scales again shifted to a deep blue as he did not hide his sadness, matching the deep blue of the dead twi'lek's skin once again.

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Jin let out a heavy sigh as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Even with the lights on, he did not need to look to know the room around him. It held little in the way of decoration. In one corner was a table with a comfortable chair beside it, for reading. A set of what looked like decorative knives on the wall were actually well honed blades with a deadly edge. The display case held small baubles, each a trophy of a conquest. The helmet from a failed bounty hunter, a ring from a merchant that had tried to haggle a little too hard, the blaster pistol made useless by a perfectly aimed shot at the power pack, and many more. He knew exactly what filled his daughter's room.

Beside him sat the pieces of the twi'lek that had been that woman. He had laid them upon her bed with care, her limbs beside where they should be, her head resting upon her pillow, her eyes still open and staring at him with fear and pain. His own eyes were closed. He had no more tears to shed. No more rage. He slowly shook his head. "Where did I go wrong in all this?" He reached out beside him, holding her limp hand. His scales still matched the blue of her skin. Her touch was colder than his own now. "When did I make you hate me?"

He finally opened his eyes, turning to look at her fear filled, blank yellow eyes. "It was supposed to make you stronger. You were supposed to be better than this." He felt the burn marks under his touch, where his lightning had scorched her skin. "That anger was only because you chose to do this. You made this choice, and I wish I knew why you didn't just... wait." He brought her hand up to his lips, giving her cold fingers a gentle kiss. "I loved you. It was all yours. If only you just... waited."

He kissed her hand again, then set it down. He looked at her body. Even in her current state, she was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever known. She may have been his adopted daughter, but for many years, he had loved her as more. Perhaps that was the problem. He found himself slowly sliding her arm out of the remains of her sleeve, to expose the soft skin and toned muscles. He ran his fingers down her arm, feeling those muscles under her supple flesh. As a twi'lek, there was no hair anywhere on her body, leaving her soft and smooth under his touch. Even dead, she was not clammy under his touch, only soft and cold.

Setting her arm down, he did the same with the other, removing the sleeve and running his touch along her skin. He rested a hand against her belly, then moved down to her legs. He took hold of the black cloth one one leg, slowly sliding it down to reveal her thigh, then down her calf, and finally off of her foot. He set the cloth down, moving to the other leg and doing the same, slowly revealing her bare, cold, dead flesh to hims gaze. His fingers then rested against her ankles, slowly trailing his touch up her calves, caressing up her thighs. Eventually, he trailing his touch up to the cauterized edge where he had severed them, gently feeling the burnt meat of her muscle. "If I thought you would not just try again, I would not have hurt you this way."

After several minutes of exploring her now bare legs, he finally lifted his hands and rest them on her shoulders. He started to slide the tight clothing off of each shoulder. With her arms gone, there was nothing for the cloth to get stuck on, and he slid the fabric down further. With a gentle tug, the body glove was pulled down enough for her breasts to be freed. They jiggled slightly upon her chest. For now, he left them as he continued to slide the clothing down her sides. Her toned abs and belly were revealed next. Finally, he lifted her hips up to pull the clothing off entirely, exposing her bare pussy to him between the severed stumps where her legs had been.

His hands fell upon her breasts, giving the soft mounds a firm squeeze. While faleen were mostly reptilian in nature, they still had breasts, and he still had a love for them. For hers, especially. He gave them another squeeze, feeling the softness. They may not be particularly large, but were still a handful for him, fitting perfectly within his palms. He felt her nipples against him, giving them some attention. He wondered if she would moan under his touch. He would never know now, but he would enjoy her all the same.

Jin grunted to himself, lifting his hands from his daughter's chest. He instead moved them to his own pants, quickly opening the waist and pulling the bantha leather down his muscular legs and off entirely. This exposed his cock, standing firm between his legs. His shirt was removed next, tossed to the floor quickly, leaving him just as bare as his daughter. His whole body had shifted colors again, now to a rosy pink from his growing lust. He shifted himself, crawling up onto the bed and hovering himself over the limbless, headless torso under him. His cock's pointed tip twitched, just short of touching her bare pussy lips. He looked up at her face, giving her a smile.

With no words, he pushed forward and let out a low moan. She was cold, and her muscles slack, yet despite that, and the lack of legs, she was still incredibly tight around him. He pushed forward, bit by bit, sinking into his daughter's pussy. He had to reach down to hold her shoulders to keep her body from moving under him as he thrust forward. "If you're this tight dead, just how much would you be clenching alive?" He wondered aloud.

Within moments, he was fully inside of her. With her legs gone, there was nothing stopping him from pressing every last millimeter of himself into her tight sex. So deep, he felt his tip bumped against her cervix. As he started to pump his hips, he wondered just how she managed to keep herself so incredibly tight. He knew she had used her femininity as a weapon in the past, seducing rivals for favors, or to assassinate them while fucking. She had been quite open about it with him, well aware of the natural desire most felt for twi'leks. Her species seemed to be considered one of the most sexy near-human species in the galaxy. He wondered if this tight hole was another part of that.

He found himself having to hold her torso down harder as he thrust, to keep it from shifting under him as much. It was starting to frustrate him, so he instead slid his arms around her to hold her chest to his. He leaned back, resting his back against the wall behind him. She was already quite light, and with so much of her body removed, she was even easier to lift and move. He took hold of her sides and started to bounce her body on his hips. This was a much easier way to fuck her, and he got to watch her breasts bound and jiggle upon her chest.

He bounced her faster and faster, thrusting his own hips up each time he dragged her down to bury himself as deep as he could again and again. He moaned loud, having no reason to hold back the sound of his pleasure. He leaned her torso down a little so he could press his lips to one of her breasts, suckling upon the nipple, then nibbling into the soft flesh. She even tasted exotic to his tongue. He was no stranger to using his own sexuality as a weapon, but this was the first time he had fucked a twi'lek. She was unlike any other he had fucked before.

He felt himself growing closer to the edge and started to bounce her harder and faster upon his hips. He shoved himself as deep as he could, over and over, his tip piercing into her cervix each time he buried his throbbing shaft into her still tight, cold cunt. With a growl and a grown, he slammed her down upon him as he thrust upwards, cumming hard into her. He blasted shot after shot of his seed up into her dead womb. His arms slid around her to pull her close against him, clinging to her torso as he came into his daughter's corpse.

Even once his cock finally stopped shooting his load into her, he stayed buried inside. He held her against him, her bare chest against his. He stayed like this for several minutes, just holding her limp torso against him. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at the burnt stump of her neck. He looked over at her head, staring at her pretty face. Slowly, he started to shift himself again. He held her close, until he could lay her down on her back once more. Only then did he finally slip his still rigid cock free, his cum trailing out after him.

He then reached over and gently took Aya's head in his hands, lifting it gently. He sat back again, holding her head in front of him. One hand held her by the neck, the other gently caressing down those soft lekku. He no longer saw the fear or pain in her eyes, even if it was still there. He only saw the gorgeous, if dead face of his beloved daughter. Slowly, he brought her head down, touching his messy cock to her lips. Her mouth still hung open, so it was not hard for him to push into it.

He gripped her head using her lekku and started to pump himself into her mouth. Once more he started moaning, using her head to masturbate himself. He slid himself along her tongue, pushing down into her throat. "Get a good taste, my dear." He moaned again. "I just filled your womb with this seed." He started slow, his cock still sensitive from his last orgasm. However, the tight feeling of her throat and mouth was driving him on.

He started to pump her head faster, pushing himself deeper, until her nose touched his crotch. He gripped the head tails harder, pumping her harder and harder as well, until he was fucking her face with almost wild abandon. He moaned and groaned, his cock protesting at being pushed to another use so soon. Yet still, he felt the pleasure rising and drawing closer to the edge. With a final thrust, he shoved himself deep and came into her throat with a loud cry of pleasure.

The lightsaber had cauterized the wound at her neck, burning the opening of her throat closed, so his cum bubbled back up into her mouth. He pulled her head back, spraying several more spurts of cum onto her face, hitting her forehead, nose, and lips as much as into her mouth. It drooled out of her mouth and rolled off her slack tongue, drooling down her chin. He smiled at her. "That is a good look for you." He set her head back down against his lap, his twitching, spent shaft resting between her tails.

He let out a soft sigh as he allowed himself to enjoy the afterglow. His fingers gently caressed the side of Aya's face as he thought. He would have to come up with some excuse for her sudden disappearance. He would also have to do something with her body, but he did not want to simply dispose of her. This was the hardest he had ever cum, and she was his daughter. That's when the thought came to him. He had access to carbonite. It was typically used for preserving goods on long hauls, but there were rumors of the Emperor's enforcer, Vader, having frozen some smuggler in carbonite to gift to Jabba. Jin did not have to worry about keeping her alive through the process, only preserved.

He opened his eyes again and gave a big grin down at his daughter's dead face. "I'm going to keep you as my most prized possession, my dear." He chuckled to himself. "We'll definitely be doing this again in the future." He gently brushed her lips with a finger. "You will still serve your father as long as I want." He started to chuckle to himself as he imagined all the ways he could enjoy her in the future.

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