WARNING: Contain underage sexual references, nymphomaniac syndrome, odd fantasies, weird sexual attraction and many other strange things. I warn you, you can be really disappointed or disgusted. Read at your own risk!

I knew exactly where he was and what he was doing right now. Sit in a comfortable chair in his throne room, he was probably reading some report, or maybe was he writing his memoirs. However, I wasn't really caring. I entered the throne room, shielding myself the best I could to try to surprise him. Unfortunately, I knew that he would surely feel me. He was so stronger, so more powerful than me, even if I was trying with all my will, he would feel me. Even so, I walked slowly near him, behind his chair that was facing the windows. I looked outside, at the sun setting on Coruscant, looking the Imperial City by the windows of the palace's last floor, looking it from the highest building, looking from my point of view the Empire's Capital. This was a so beautiful view. I wish I could remember this forever, to my death if I could. I then remembered what I was doing there. I looked back at the chair, trying to see him through.

He will fuck me this time. Yes, this time he will not refuse my advances. Sith, why was he resisting me? Since when was he moral?! Yes, it's sure, this time I will have him. I know, he's old, he's ugly, he's wrinkled, his flesh is marked by the Dark Side, he has scary yellow eyes and a weird color of skin, but anyway I can not just stop thinking of him. Come on, he's the Emperor of the galaxy, he's terrific! And I'm his Hand, his personal assassin. He is my Father, my Teacher, my Emperor, my Master. He learned me everything that I know... Well, almost everything, but I'm sure he wouldn't resist for long to teach me the rest... All right, I already know a lot because some courtesans learned me some things. I already had sex, with other guys, but why do I have to content myself with them when I can have my Master. For the Goddess of Lust's sake, I'm sure I can please him and I'm very sure nobody can be as sithly hot as him! Master, please, I will beg if you want, but take me roughly in your deadly and cold embrace! We could have so much fun together...

I slowly approached, tiptoeing. He was surely feeling my presence. Why was he not turning back? I continued to approach him. I could now see the sleeve of his black cloak. I squeezed my hands on my hips, pursing my lips. By the Empire, I was so close. I took a deep breathe, not making too much noise to make him feel me. I then approached my fingers of his sleeve and I quickly grabbed his wrists in my hands, moving my body to mount him. With a gasp of surprise, he looked at me, astonished. He pushed me away and I fell on the ground.

"In Darth Bane's name, Mara, are you crazy?!?"

I looked up at him, removing golden red locks of hair of my face. I slowly sat, putting one hand on my hip and the other on the cold and black metallic ground.

"I surprised you, Master?," I asked, smiling. "You didn't feel my presence?

"I felt your presence," he replied, visibly angry and disconcerted. "But I didn't expect that you were going to do that!!!"

I smiled again, happy to make him be angry, and looked again at his wrinkled face.

"And what's wrong in that, Master? I thought you liked this kind of thing..."

"Yes... But not from you! You are maybe my Hand, Mara, but keep your hands off me!!!"

I sighed, discouraged, and I laid down on the floor, feeling the coldness invading my body and filling me of shivers. I looked at the sky by the windows, realizing that darkness were falling on Coruscant. I turned my head right, looking again at my Master, looking deeply in his yellow eyes.

"Don't even think about that," he said, interrupting my thoughts. "You are the youngest ward I took with me. You're like my daughter. I'm maybe a pervert, but I'm not going to make what you're thinking with you!!!"

"But Master, you copulate with courtesans and I had some education from some of them..."

My Master rolled his eyes, looking away, before he looked again at me, meeting my green eyes.

"Yes Mara, I copulate with courtesans... With women, WOMEN! Not with a seventeen years old teenager lacking of sex."

All right, it was what he was saying, but it wasn't what he was thinking. I'm sure that, in fact, he was looking at my body, at my growing breasts, at my naked arms, at my dressed nipples under my black top, that he was wishing to undress me, slowly or quickly, maybe roughly, using the Force or not, that he would pull me near him, that he...

"Would you stop that?!?"

"Stop what?"

"Stop thinking!!!"

"Sorry, my Master," I indifferently apologized.

He got up and walked near me, looking down at me with his terrific yellow gaze. I was always laid on my back, my hands on my stomach.

"Rise," he said.

I did so and stand before him.

"Take that and have fun," he annoyingly said.

He gave me some Imperial Credits. I grinned, putting them into my pocket. It wasn't really what I was wanting. It was my Master that I wished to have, but if he was giving me money, then that was another story. I could endure another night without him. I approached of him again, giving him a light kiss on his cheek, on his very wrinkled cheek, and I walked away. He wiped his cheek, feeling bored of my childish game. I was about to leave the throne room, but then he called my name.

"Mara," he shouted. "Don't forget. Shield yourself..."

I turned back and smiled at him.

"Don't worry, daddy!"

The Emperor sighed, staring at me, his Hand, his personal assassin, his teenage adoptive daughter, leaving the throne room.

~ The End!