Reunion (R18)

The air hung thick with the cloying scent of decay and the acrid tang of ozone, a perpetual miasma that clung to the wastelands of Corriban. In the heart of this desolate landscape, a colossal Sith temple, its obsidian walls scarred by time and the ravages of countless battles, stood as a testament to the enduring power of the dark side. Inside, the grand throne room, awash with the dim glow of red crystals, pulsed with an ominous energy. Two figures stood before the imposing, metal-clad form of Darth Jadus, a Sith Lord whose ancient power was as palpable as the oppressive atmosphere.

Darth Krayt, once a raw apprentice, now stood taller, his lean frame sculpted by years of grueling training. His once untamed black hair, now long enough to brush his shoulders, framed a face that was hardened with resolve. A shadow of a beard, the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow, added a new dimension to his features, hinting at the man he was becoming. He was clad in modified Sith trooper armor, the sleek black plating accentuated by a flowing crimson cape, and accented with extra utility pouches along his belt. Jet boots, a recent addition to his arsenal, gave him an edge of speed and agility. He wore a hood rather than a helmet, allowing his crimson eyes to gleam with untamed intensity as he looked at Jadus.

Beside him stood Ryla, her Twi'lek lekku swaying with barely contained energy. Her slender frame, clad in a mix of leather and metal, spoke of both grace and hard-earned strength. The intricate tattoos on her face, a permanent record of her tumultuous past, seemed to shimmer in the flickering light. Her gaze, sharp and intelligent, darted between Jadus and Krayt, her yellow eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and amusement.

'You have both come far,' Jadus's voice, amplified by his metal mask, echoed through the chamber. It was a voice that held the weight of centuries and the chilling whispers of ancient power. 'Your progress, while promising, is still raw. You are not yet instruments of my will, not yet ready for true dominion.'

He raised a gloved hand, the motion causing a faint hum to resonate through the room. A double-bladed lightsaber, its crimson blade humming with dark energy, appeared in his hand. 'Prove your worth, show me the fury of the dark side,' he commanded, his voice a low growl.

Krayt and Ryla, their eyes locked in a silent challenge, nodded, their bodies radiating a palpable tension.

'Let's see what you've learned, Krayt,' Ryla said, her voice a soft purr.

Krayt, with a confident smirk, ignited his lightsaber. The twin blades, a vibrant blue, crackled with energy. He moved with a fluidity that surprised even Jadus, his movements honed by countless hours of relentless practice. 'I've learned more than you could imagine, Ryla,' he said, his voice a low rumble.

The clash of lightsabers resonated through the chamber, the air crackling with energy. Krayt moved with speed and precision, his blades a blur as he danced around Ryla's attacks. Ryla, her lightsaber a pale purple, met his aggression with agility and cunning. She used her Force powers to manipulate the air currents, creating a whirlwind of chaos that slowed Krayt's movements.

Their duel was a whirlwind of sparks and energy, a symphony of clashing steel and raw power. Krayt's strength was evident in every swing, but Ryla countered with her unorthodox techniques, her lithe figure a constant dance around her opponent.

Jadus watched, his eyes glowing with interest as the two young Sith battled. He observed their strengths and weaknesses, evaluating their progress. He saw Krayt's unwavering focus, his dedication to raw power, and Ryla's instinctive cunning, her ability to adapt and surprise.

As the battle progressed, both Sith grew weary. Sweat beaded on their brows, and their breath came in ragged gasps. But neither faltered. Their determination fueled their every move.

In a sudden, unexpected move, Krayt activated his jet boots, rocketing forward with a burst of speed. He slammed his lightsaber against Ryla's, sending her stumbling backward. She landed with a grace that belied the force of the impact, her eyes narrowed with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

'You've gotten stronger, Krayt,' she said, a hint of respect in her voice.

Krayt, his chest heaving, grinned. 'Thanks to you, Ryla. You make me push myself harder.'

Jadus, a silent shadow watching the duel, saw a moment of vulnerability in Ryla. He raised his hand, a surge of dark energy emanating from him. The air in the chamber pulsed with a new intensity.

'Enough,' he commanded, his voice a chilling whisper.

The energy in the room dissipated, leaving a silence that felt as heavy as a tomb. Krayt and Ryla deactivated their lightsabers, their bodies trembling with exhaustion.

'You have both demonstrated potential,' Jadus said, his voice devoid of emotion. 'But you are still raw, still susceptible to weakness.' He paused, his gaze falling on Krayt. 'You, Krayt, have learned to harness your rage, but you are too impulsive. You let emotion cloud your judgement.'

Krayt, his gaze unwavering, bowed slightly. 'I will learn to control my anger, Master.'

Jadus nodded, his eyes turning towards Ryla. 'And you, Ryla, hide your true strengths behind a veil of whimsy. You are a dangerous creature, but you do not yet embrace the full extent of your power.'

Ryla, her yellow eyes gleaming with a hint of defiance, countered, 'I will not be a weapon at your command, Master. I will walk my own path.'

Jadus's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.

'You are both dismissed,' he said, his voice an icy command.

Krayt and Ryla, their bodies aching, bowed and exited the throne room, leaving Jadus alone with his thoughts. The future of the Sith lay in their hands.

As Krayt walked beside Ryla turned to face him, her enchanting yellow eyes lighting up with recognition. 'Darth Krayt,' she purred, a wicked grin on her face. 'It's been too long.'

Krayt's gaze raked over her, taking in the slingshot bikini that revealed more than it covered, and the intricate tattoos that adorned her body. His desires stirred, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand. 'Indeed, it has,' he said, his voice low and measured. 'But I'm glad we've reunited. I've been looking forward to seeing how far you've come.'

Ryla's grin widened. 'Oh, I've come a long way,' she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. 'But I'm sure you have too. It's not every day you get to train with someone as talented as you.'

Krayt's lips quivered in a half-smile. 'I could say the same about you, Ryla,' he said. 'Our training was challenging, but it was also rewarding. We both grew stronger because of it.'

Ryla's gaze softened, and she nodded. 'Yes, we did,' she said, her voice taking on a wistful tone. 'I still remember those days, pushing ourselves to the brink of exhaustion, and then pushing some more. I've never felt more alive than I did when I was training with you.'

Krayt felt a pang in his chest, a warmth that had nothing to do with his desires. 'Me neither,' he admitted. 'There was something about our connection, our bond, that made our training so much more powerful. We were more than just master and apprentice. We were equals, pushing each other to new heights.'

Ryla stepped closer, her eyes shining with unspoken emotions. 'Yes,' she breathed. 'We were equals, and we still are. I may wear the title of Darth now, but I will always see you as an equal, Krayt.'

Krayt's eyes darkened, his desires surging back to the forefront. 'As I will always see you, Ryla,' he said, his voice husky.

arth Krayt's eyes traced the curves and contours of Ryla's body as she stood before him in the elaborate chambers of the Sith temple on Corriban. Her Twi'lek eyes sparkled with mischief and delight, and he could feel the heat radiating off her body, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him. He had wanted her for so long, had craved the feel of her body against his, the taste of her lips, the sound of her moans. And now, here she was, standing before him, her body on display in that slingshot bikini that left so little to the imagination.

Without warning, Krayt closed the distance between them, his lips crashing down on Ryla's in a fierce kiss. She responded with equal passion, her arms wrapping around his neck as they stumbled towards the nearby bed. Krayt's hands roamed over Ryla's body, his fingers tracing the curves and contours of her form. He reveled in the feel of her soft skin beneath his rough hands, the taste of her lips, the sound of her moans.

Ryla's own hands were not idle, her fingers working at the fastenings of Krayt's armor, desperate to feel his naked flesh against hers. As the armor fell away, she let out a low growl of appreciation, her eyes feasting on the sight of Krayt's muscular form. His skin was pale and nearly translucent, revealing a network of veins beneath. His eyes were a piercing shade of crimson, a testament to his unwavering devotion to the dark side of the Force. His hair was long and black, flowing wildly around his face, giving him an untamed and dangerous appearance.

Krayt's eyes blazed with desire as he took in the sight of Ryla. Her Twi'lek skin was smooth and pale, with red veiny highlights that accentuated her curves. Her eyes were an enchanting shade of yellow, and her head tails flowed wildly around her head, their length marked by a series of purple ribbons that indicated her allegiance to the Sith. She wore a slingshot bikini with long baggy sleeves and a loincloth that covered her ass with knee guards with boots and gauntlets with lasers, all in colors like grey and black with hints of purple. The intricate tattoo that covered her right cheek and the left side of her neck stood out, a complex design that told the story of her life, from her enslavement on Ryloth to her journey through the galaxy and her eventual joining of the Sith.

Krayt's hands gripped Ryla's hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust into her, again and again. She writhed beneath him, her head tails lashing like a whip as she met him stroke for stroke. Their lovemaking was frenzied, primal, a reflection of the intense bond they had forged before their training. They moved together in a dance as old as time, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

'Krayt,' Ryla moaned, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked up at him, her eyes burning with desire. 'Harder.'

Krayt responded by increasing his tempo, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more frenzied. Ryla's nails dug into his back, her head tails whipping through the air as she met him, stroke for stroke.

'Yes,' she cried out, her voice echoing through the chamber. 'Just like that.'

Their climaxes, when they came, were shattering, annihilating. They cried out each other's names, their voices echoing through the chamber as they clung to each other, their hearts pounding as one. The aftershocks of their release coursed through their bodies, leaving them breathless and spent.

'That was...incredible,' Ryla said breathlessly, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm.

'Yes,' Krayt agreed, his voice thick with satisfaction. 'It was.'

They lay there for a long moment, their bodies entwined, their breathing ragged and uneven. Krayt could feel the connection between them, the bond that had been forged between them during their training. It was a bond that could never be broken, a bond that transcended time and space.

'I love you,' Krayt said suddenly, his voice filled with emotion.

Ryla looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. 'I love you too,' she said softly, her voice filled with emotion.

They lay there for a long time, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The only sound in the chamber was the sound of their breathing, their hearts pounding in time. It was a moment of pure perfection, a moment that they would remember for the rest of their lives.

"We should get dressed,' Ryla said finally, her voice filled with regret. "We have much work to do.'

Krayt nodded, his heart heavy with the knowledge that their moment of peace was at an end. But as he watched Ryla get dressed, he knew that they would always have this moment, this memory to sustain them through the dark times that lay ahead.