After checking their surroundings in the Force, Vader stands tall… and lets Depa continue her ministrations. The Fallen Jedi Master kneels before him and continues to suck him off, her head bobbing up and down eagerly as she takes his throbbing mast deep into her mouth and throat over and over again.
Her eyes are glazed over with lust yet nevertheless staring up at him unerringly. He might not have told her the entire truth about himself and his plans for the future, but that doesn't matter in this moment. Depa Billaba nevertheless stares up at him like she already recognizes him for what he truly is, for what he represents to her.
Vader gazes down at her in turn, taking in the sight of the respected Jedi Master debasing herself for his pleasure and succumbing to her deepest, darkest desires. Even if he truly hadn't meant to seduce her this time, there's no denying that it's a heady feeling in the Force, knowing he brought her to this state of wanton lust.
With his hand already atop her head, Vader tangles his fingers further in her dark locks, not quite guiding her movements but simply reminding her of who exactly is in charge here, even as she pleasures him with her mouth and tongue.
Grunts escape his lips, echoing through the sealed training chamber even as the noisy sounds of gagging and sucking and slurping fill the air as well.
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
Abruptly, Depa's hands come off of his body where she'd been holding onto him for dear life. Instead, though her mouth never leaves his cock, Depa moves her hands down and pulls off her robes, all but tearing open her tunic so she can free her dark, ample breasts from their confines.
Vader raises an eyebrow at the sight of her admittedly gorgeous chest, each of her tits capped with a small, dusky nipple. He watches on as Depa begins to touch herself, seemingly unable to help but give in to her desires in this moment. Deft fingers grope and massage soft, pliable globes of flesh as she pinches and rolls stiff peaks between her fingers.
In turn, this causes her to moan all the more wantonly around his cock, sending jolts of sensation straight up his dick through the reverberations of her voice. The dual stimulation of her eager mouth and the effects of her own wanton touching push Vader ever closer to the edge.
The wet, obscene sounds of her choking down his dick mingling with the Fallen Jedi's needy whimpers of pleasure cause Vader's grip to tighten in her hair even further, resisting the urge to take control entirely and just skull fuck the horny older woman into oblivion.
It's made all the harder by the way her breasts bounce and jiggle under her touch and as she pleasures herself, putting on a lewd display just for him, an audience of one.
Reminded of where they are, Vader checks their surroundings again, making sure his focus remains intact in the Force… but it's fine. The room is still shielded by his Presence and despite this depravity happening in the depths of the Jedi Temple, everyone else is none the wiser.
With a guttural groan, Vader hilts himself deep in Depa Billaba's eager mouth and throat. His cock pulses as he spills his hot seed right down the Jedi Master's esophagus and into her gullet. In response, she swallows as best she can, drinking down his cum with an enthusiasm that mostly makes up for her lack of experience.
Some of his cum still does wind up trickling out of the sides of her mouth though, the white liquid a stark contrast against Depa's dusky skin. It's an excellent sight, the view of a woman who has never done anything like this before mostly nailing it on her first try but not completely succeeding.
Except Depa isn't satisfied with just that. As soon as Vader is done cumming, the Jedi Master, acting mostly on instinct from the look of things, is already pulling back and turning away from him. Pushing her pants and undergarments down to her knees with one deft movement, Depa is on all fours and presenting her toned rear to Vader a second later.
"Please… please, Skywalker. I need more… F-Force, I need more!"
She even arches her back, and though it's not a practiced or particularly polished motion, it's obvious that she's offering all of herself to him. The raw need in her voice combined with that brazen manner of offering herself over… is more than enough to enflame his lust to all new heights.
Growling, Vader kneels down and grabs Depa by the hips, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh of her waist as he positions himself behind her and lines his cock up with her drooling wet cunt.
With a single, powerful thrust, Vader buries himself to the hilt in Depa's dripping sex. A low growl escapes his lips as her inner walls envelope him entirely right off the bat thanks to this maneuver. His dick is swallowed up, but at the same time is also drilling deep into her, filling her to the brim and stretching her wide.
Depa shudders as Vader sets a hard, fast pace without hesitation. He pounds into the Fallen Jedi from behind with a strength that rocks her entire body.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the chamber now as he uses her, as he fucks her. Wanton cries and squeals of ecstasy from the older Jedi Master mix with that sound even as his relentless pounding causes Depa's body to shudder and quake, back arching more and more sharply each time he hilts inside of her with a particularly powerful thrust.
"Y-Yes! Please Skywalker! H-Harder!"
Her shrieking and squealing brings a smirk to Vader's face even as her voice quickly becomes positively raw with pleasure. An orgasm crashes through her… followed by another, and another. Her cunt clenches and flexes hard around Vader's pistoning prick, drawing him in deeper and urging in its own way for him to fill her up utterly.
Admittedly, Vader loses track of how many times he makes Depa cum on his cock, bringing her to the peak of rapturous delight again and again. Each climax built upon the last after a while, pushing her further and further into a realm of dark, sensual, unending bliss.
But then, that's a good thing as far as Vader is concerned. He wants Depa to be truly bathed in the Dark Side of the Force, because it will make it all the easier for her to do her duty to him going forward. She would be his secret weapon within the Order, his way of hunting down more Jedi on the cusp of Falling so that they could bring them on side.
With that in mind… Vader reaches out and grabs Depa by her hair again, this time from behind. He yanks her head back, causing her to gasp and moan all the more loudly as he leans forward over her.
"Embrace the Darkness, Depa. Remember what I said. Utilize the Dark Side without fear, without concern. You will not let it control you… there is only one being who you will submit to."
Depa shudders and nods as she moans.
"Yes… you… I submit to you… the Dark Side… w-will be our tool… to s-set the Jedi Order to r-ights."
Vader grunts, thrusting into Depa again and making her cum for him once more in the process. At the same time, he corrects her.
"There is no setting the Jedi Order to rights at this point, Depa. Only remaking it... reforging it. We must be willing to do whatever it takes."
"Yesssss~"
With an easy smirk, Vader pulls his lips back from her ear, but he doesn't let go of her hair. Using his other hand to grab a fistful of her ass, he fucks the gorgeous Jedi Master even harder, reveling in the way she debases herself by letting him plow her like a bitch in heat.
Until finally, with one last grunt, Vader finishes inside of her, spilling his seed deep within her cunt as he tips over the edge. He cums for a while before his balls are emptied at long last. With a shuddering sigh, Vader releases Depa's hair, letting her fall face first to the floor.
He pulls out of her grasping cunt then and rises to his feet, taking in the sight of her before him. Face down, ass up in the air, arms laid out uselessly on either side of her. She looks a mess… she looks less of a Jedi Master and more of a well fucked whore.
Of course, they're still in the depths of the Jedi Temple… so he can't exactly leave her like this. With a sigh, Vader pushes a bit with the Force and gives Depa the equivalent of a shot of adrenaline directly to her veins. It's technically a Force Healing Technique, one that has her jolting out of her revelry and sitting up immediately with a gasp.
The first thing she does is look back at him… and see his messy cock.
"Please… allow me to clean you up, Skywalker."
Snorting derisively, Vader doesn't stop her from wrapping her lips around his dick again, though he does give her conditions.
"You will ONLY clean me up."
Depa hums and nods, doing as she's told. One, two, three passes with her mouth and tongue and she's done, letting out a shuddering breath as she pulls off of his spit-polished dick for the last time almost regretfully.
"… Thank you."
Vader just grunts, double checking on their protections. Once again, he finds nothing amiss. He might have let himself get a little distracted, but not enough to disrupt his focus. His Force Presence continues to blanket the room, sealing it in the Force just as much as it was sealed in the physical.
Meanwhile, Depa begins to clean up after herself, fixing her clothing even as his seed seeps out of her well fucked cunt. She also makes sure to clean up the floor. Fallen and horny she might be, she's still a Jedi Master and she works with an efficiency that has things handled and the room looking pristine in no time.
Of course, the smell of sex still lingers in the air, but that's as easy as assigning a cleaning droid to immediately air out the room after they leave. More than that really, is the feeling of carnal pleasure hanging heavily in the Force.
If they depart as they are now with Vader rescinding his Presence, then the next individual to step into this room will almost certainly be able to sense that sexual intimacy took place here. And while that's better than sensing that an explosive Dark Side mental breakdown took place here, it's still not something that can be allowed.
Once Depa is fully presentable, both physically and in the Force, Vader lifts up a hand and slowly closes it into a fist. His Force Presence, previously blanketing every surface of the training room, slowly pulls inwards towards the pair of them. As it goes, it 'sweeps' the Force, sucking up the remaining sensations of what had happened and cleansing the room until he fully brings it back in on himself.
The gobsmacked look on Depa's face as he does this makes it clear that the Jedi Master is still being caught completely off guard left and right by Vader's power. He just smiles at her and winks.
"We'll be in touch, Master Depa."
Nodding vigorously, Depa swallows as she hesitantly reaches out and summons her saber hilt from where Vader threw it. There's no longer any danger of her trying to turn it on herself, so he doesn't try to stop her, instead watching as she clips it back on her belt and then gives him a determined look.
"I will not disappoint you, Chosen One."
Vader hums but ultimately shakes his head.
"It's not about disappointing me, Depa. It's so much bigger than that. The Force itself and the parts of the Jedi Order that can still be saved are relying on us."
"Y-Yes. I understand."
"Good."
He's already said they'll be in touch, so he just leaves it at that, departing from the room and leaving Depa to it. He's not worried about anyone catching him leaving or anything like that… after all, as far as the rest of the Jedi Temple is concerned, he and Depa were merely having a spar… and nothing else.
-x-X-x-
Hours later, he finds himself in bed with Padme, his wife curled up against his chest as he runs a hand through her hair, holding her close. When he'd returned to inform her about what he'd discovered in the Jedi Temple, she'd been excited… and only gotten more excited when Vader let her know that he and Depa had sex.
She'd all but begged him to tell her the details, and one thing led into another. Before he knew it, Padme was bouncing up and down on his cock while he regaled her with how he fucked the Fallen Jedi from behind like a bitch in heat. This version of his Padme definitely had a distinct fetish for hearing how her husband fucked other women, that was for sure…
Still, now they're just relaxing, enjoying one another's company and cuddling with each other. But… alas, things still need to be discussed.
"So what do you want me to tell Sidious, my love? I assume we aren't going to expose Master Billaba to him, no?"
Vader grunts and shakes his head.
"No, she's more useful to us than as some scapegoat."
Vader had to admit; he wasn't expecting to zero in on Depa as fast as he had. Finding the Fallen High Councilmember on his first try had caught him off guard a little bit, even if he HAD made an educated guess before homing in on her and checking her Force Presence.
Still, if he could find Depa out so quickly, then it stood to reason Sidious might be able to as well. And if Sidious figured out that Depa had Fallen before Padme reported it to him, the Sith Master might become suspicious of his agent's true loyalties. Needless to say, that couldn't be allowed to happen.
… Perhaps muddying the waters was in order. Either that or sending Palpatine after the wrong Jedi, maybe…