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(Y/n)'s POV
"Come on, Vader, just tell me where we're going," I sighed, leaning my head back against the co-pilot's seat. The not knowing where we're going is annoying me me, but I will say that I am more than excited to be out of the Palace for once.

He chuckled softly, his eyes fixed on the swirling blue lights of hyperspace ahead. "You'll find out when we get there. Also," he turned to meet my gaze, a warm smile spreading across his face, "you don't have to call me Vader anymore. You know my real name now."

I shrugged, a hint of hesitation creeping in. "I wasn't sure if you still preferred Anakin." It felt odd to use that name; I had known him as Vader for so long. Yet, there was something endearing about the name Anakin, like honey gliding over my tongue. I had loved the way it sounded ever since I first heard it.

"It doesn't really matter to me when it comes to you. I still call you (y/n) when it's just us, so you can use Anakin if you want, but only if you want to, like I said it doesn't matter," he replied, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he leaned back in his seat. His amber eyes roamed over me, a flicker of desire igniting within them. "You can call me whatever you want."

A knowing smile spread across my face as I stood up, walking the short distance to his side. "How about General Skywalker?" I chuckled, swinging my leg over to settle onto his lap.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, his gaze lifting to meet mine with a playful flutter of his eyelashes. "Especially that," he whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. With a swift motion, he raised a hand to cradle my neck, drawing my face nearer to his, "Now that we have this moment," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin, "I need to make something clear." Our lips were close, barely grazing each other as he spoke. "I understand that your choice to be with me was a way for you to reclaim your body and independence, and I was more than happy to assist with that. But let me be absolutely clear: you will be mine and mine alone. I swear by the gods, if another man touches you, I will not hesitate to kill him and then you—do you understand?"

A smile played on my lips, nearly bubbling into laughter. "It's my body, and I'll do whatever I want." His grip on my neck tightened, a warning filled with intensity. "But, I can accept that for now, as long as you give me the same promise in return. If I see you with another woman, I might just decide to kill you life in your sleep." This threat doesn't mean I have feelings for him or anything, but I didn't want him sleeping with someone the same time he's sleeping with me.

His grin mirrored mine, a playful spark in his eyes. "Scouts honor." He slowly grabbed the zipper to my jumpsuit, "We have some time before we reach our destination if you want to seal this deal." He didn't wait for me to answer as he lowered the zipper and revealed my chest.

SMUT — warning to non smut readers, this book has and always will be very sexual and this is me apologizing in advance. And to my smut readers, you're welcome.

One moment, I was on top of him, lost in the warmth of his kisses trailing down my neck, and the next, I found myself standing, with him kneeling just in-front of me. With quick fingers, he peeled away the fabric of my suit, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze. Then, he buried his face between my thighs, igniting a fire within me that I had never known before.

"Master," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue moved with passion. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed me, and I braced myself against the wall, searching for something to anchor me. The pleasure was indescribable, a tidal wave that crashed over me the instant his tongue delved deeper, accompanied by a low, satisfied hum that resonated within me.

"Cum for me," he urged, his voice a sultry whisper against my skin. His movements were captivating, each flick and swirl of his tongue sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body. In one swift motion, he pulled my jumpsuit from beneath my feet, his hands gripping my thighs as he stood tall. I felt myself lifted, my legs instinctively wrapping around his head as he continued to savor me, his hands firmly supporting me, holding me in place as pleasure consumed me.

The tension within me grew stronger with every passing second, the knot that had been building slowly  tightened before unraveling. I let out a scream of pleasure, succumbing to the bliss while I released myself onto his tongue.

With a gentle yet firm gesture, he placed me back on my feet, steadying me as my legs trembled. "You taste so sweet," he whispered, his lips crashing against mine again, urgency woven into his words. "I need you, now," he breathed, the sound of fabric rustling as he quickly removed his clothes.

"You have me," I responded, my hand reaching down to grasp him, my fingers beginning to stroke with a deliberate rhythm. A low moan escaped his lips, and I could see the pleasure wash over him, his eyes fluttering as if he were lost in a dream.

In one swift motion, he lifted me effortlessly, guiding me to the pilot's seat. He sat down, and I found myself hovering above him, perfectly aligned. Slowly, I descended, taking him in completely, both of us gasping in unison as we surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.

He exhaled deeply, his hands gripping my hips with a firm intensity as he lifted me, only to bring me crashing back down onto him over and over again. "Oh, Anakin," I gasped, retreating slightly to place my hands on his shoulders, taking control of the rhythm. I began to move, rising and falling, our shared moans intertwining in the air around us.

"You're so fucking wet," he breathed, his head thrown back against the seat, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. I continued my movements, the sound of our pleasure echoing off the walls. He opened his eyes, locking onto mine, and tangled his fingers in my hair. "You feel so good, don't you dare stop," he urged, pulling my forehead to his, his gaze filled with the raw ecstasy coursing through us both.

Waves of pleasure washed over me, quickly building to another peak. Just as it became too much to bear, a scream escaped my lips.

In a heartbeat, he grasped my hips, lifting me to press me against the ship's controls. His lips crashed onto mine as he pushed himself back into me. "Fuck, I'm about to cum," he gasped, his rhythm quickening, each thrust more powerful than the last. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back, biting down on his shoulder to muffle my cries. "I'm cumming," He managed to whisper, his voice soft yet urgent as he let out a deep, melodic moan, releasing himself inside me. He rested his head against my neck, his movements gradually slowing as he savored the aftershocks of pleasure.

SMUT ENDS

"You're absolutely perfect, you know that?" he murmured, lifting his gaze to meet mine, his fingers tracing a gentle path along my cheek.

As I caught my breath, a playful smile spread across my face. "Is that love I hear, Anakin?" I teased lightly.

"Don't be foolish, it's merely admiration," he replied, pinching my cheek before rising to his feet, both of us still panting from how intense that was. His attention shifted to the console, which began to beep insistently. "Get dressed, we've arrived."

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"Emperor Vader, what a delightful surprise," a man stammered, visibly trembling as we stepped into the grand palace on Alderaan. I was still trying to grasp the reason for our visit, but the moment we touched down, Anakin—my chosen name for him—had swiftly guided us here, his demeanor radiating an intensity that suggested this journey held significance for him.

"Enough with the formalities. Inform Bail and his charming wife that we have arrived. I'll be in the dining hall waiting for them," Anakin commanded, his grip firm on my waist as he propelled us past the man, who exhaled deeply, relief washing over him as we moved on. It was as if he had narrowly escaped a great peril.

I couldn't help but chuckle; there was something exhilarating about the fear this man inspired in others. It was undeniably alluring.

As we entered the dining hall, I was struck by its beauty. The walls shimmered in a rose gold hue, adorned with golden swirls that danced in the light cast by the crystal chandeliers above. A massive brown oak table dominated the center of the room, capable of accommodating at least thirty guests.

"Choose any seat you like," Anakin said, settling himself at the head of the table, propping his feet up with an air of authority. He picked up a knife from the polished set before him, twirling it between his fingers as he fixed his gaze on the entrance we had just traversed, waiting for the arrival of those he had summoned.

I, however, had no desire to take a seat. Instead, I moved closer, positioning myself beside him, my hand resting lightly on his shoulder as I gave it a gentle squeeze. "Are you going to tell me who these people are?"

He let out a low chuckle, his focus unwavering from the door as he continued to twist the knife in his hand. "Traitors," he hissed, the word laced with venom, as if it were a poison he could not swallow. In all my time at his side, I had come to understand one undeniable truth: he had no tolerance for betrayal. The thought that he might turn on me if I ever crossed him was a chilling reminder of his resolve.

At last, the door creaked open, revealing a man and a woman who entered with apprehensive expressions. "Emperor Vader, it is a pleasure—" the man began, stepping forward, but Anakin silenced him with a swift motion, driving the knife into the table with a force that echoed in the room.

"Don't," he growled, causing both newcomers to freeze, their eyes wide with shock. "Don't you dare start kissing my ass, Bail. It's utterly pathetic." With a swift motion, Anakin yanked the knife from the wood, splinters flying in its wake. "I know you've been consorting with the rebels."

Bail shook his head vigorously, desperation etched across his face. "I don't know what you've heard, Emperor, but I assure you, that information is false."

Anakin tilted his head, narrowing his eyes in a way that felt almost playful. "Is it, though?" he asked, his tone dripping with mockery. "Have I not been fair to you? Have I not granted your palace every request—"

"Yes, but—"

"I'm still speaking, Bail. If you interrupt me again, I'll drive this knife into your wife's eyes." The threat hung heavy in the air, his voice a low growl. "Don't insult my intelligence by lying to my face. I know the truth. However, since I'm a reasonable man, I'm willing to spare you, your wife, and all of Alderaan—if you assist me." He pointed the knife's edge toward them, and they exchanged a glance, the woman nodding resolutely to her husband. I was intrigued; he rarely offered second chances. What could he possibly want from them?

Bail nodded, "What do you need from me?"

Anakin started twisting the knife in his hand again, "Reach out to your little rebel buddies and find out where Obi-Wan Kenobi is," he said with a shrug. "It's that easy, and I promise I won't wipe out your whole planet; you do remember I have a Death Star, right?" Anakin laughed as he raised the knife for me to take. I wasn't sure why he wanted me to have it, but I took it from him without hesitation. "Anya, when I say the word, I want you to throw that right between Breha's eyes."

"Yes, Master." I gripped the handle tightly, locking eyes with the woman whose expression was filled with fear. I pictured the blade piercing through her, blood running down her soft skin, and it made me smile.

Bail stepped in front of her, blocking my view, "You don't have to do that! I'll do whatever you want!" he said, panicking.

Anakin finally got up from the chair, "Forgive me for not trusting you, but you've already betrayed me once. I wouldn't be surprised if you tried it again." He moved closer to Bail, raising a hand to signal me to stay put. "In fact, I think you were just considering it a moment ago." He reached out, grabbing Bail and slamming him onto the table. "I heard you just had a baby too," Anakin said with a chuckle, glancing at Breha, still holding Bail down. "A boy, right?"

Breha nodded, her voice a low whisper, "Yes, Jacob."

Anakin tilted his head toward me, keeping his gaze on the terrified woman who was anxiously looking at her husband, "I've seen my lovely apprentice crush a baby to death under her boot. It was quite a sight; I might want to witness it again." He laughed darkly as Breha's face turned to one of pure horror.

"Please, don't hurt my baby," she pleaded, dropping to her knees with tears streaming down her face.

"Then give me Obi-Wan Kenobi!" he yelled, his voice booming through the hallway. "Throw the knife, Anya." Without thinking, I tossed the knife toward her while Bail shouted for his wife, trapped under Anakin's grip. But Anakin raised his hand, stopping the knife just inches from Breha. "Do you see how easily I could wipe out your whole family?" he said menacingly to Bail, pulling the knife back to him and pressing it against his own neck. "Give me what I want, and if you even think about betraying me, I'll turn this planet to ash and let you watch as I take out your family, starting with that damn baby." Anakin growled, finally releasing Bail and standing tall, tossing the knife onto the table. "I expect a call from you in a week; that's your deadline to find him."

Bail nodded, clutching his throat and struggling to catch his breath. "I'll find him."

"Good," Anakin said, giving him a pat on the back before reaching for my hand. "Let's go."

I eagerly moved to his side. "That was quite the performance." I complimented as we started to leave the room.

"Glad you enjoyed it, I need you to start witnessing and learning more about what is expected of you. I need you to be just as tough, just as mean, and just as feared." He paused, glancing at the couple beside us, Breha tending to Bail's neck. "I also want the data tapes that were taken from my Death Star."

Bail gulped, wincing at the pain in his neck. "I'll get them for you." For a brief moment, his eyes met mine before he quickly looked away.

My master tugged on my hand again. "Come on, I have somewhere else I want to take you."

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