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Puffing out a breath, Galen dragged his sleeve across the perspiration on his forehead. He swallowed, throat a little dry, and it finally occurred to him just how thirsty he was. But he couldn't allow himself to reward his body's needs like that, not in the middle of training. That was how he had been taught, session after session and year after year under Vader's tutelage. Granted, the Sith Lord that he had served had turned out to be using his Secret Apprentice as little more than a hunting dog meant to flush out Vader's prey, but it had made him a skilled and powerful Force user.

Now, Galen meant to see if he could do the same.

Focusing his mind, he felt the crackling internal warmth of the Dark Side pushing back his fatigue. Galen thumbed the control on one of the training lightsabers he had constructed and watched as the bright red blade came to life with a familiar snap-hiss sound.

He turned to face toward the center of the training ring. There wasn't a lot of room for one in the ship's cargo hold, but it would do. R'alla was an entertaining and luxurious planet, but after a few days without contact with the Emperor, Galen had gotten restless. Training was his idea. He knew that Mara Jade had power in the Force that the Emperor had never even hinted to her about. She deserved to be able to use it.

Galen looked intently at the woman who, for the moment, was his trainee and not his lover, waiting for her to ignite the red blade of her own training weapon. "You ready?"

Not waiting for the answer, Galen lunged forward to strike.

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Mara hated this already.

She missed the familiar feel of her own lightsaber in her hands, the purple color of it that belonged only to her and set her apart from other Jedi or Siths. Still, she'd asked Galen for this, even if it was his idea. She needed to be pushed to her limits, to find out exactly what the boundaries were, since she had no clue if Emperor Palpatine had been lying to her about them or not.

She was tired and sweaty, and she saw Galen was the same. Had he been holding back on her somehow? She shut her eyes for a moment to allow a brief bit of re-connection to the Force before she ignited the training lightsaber in time to block Galen's attack.

"Ready," she gritted out, minutes after he'd asked the question and charged her. She pressed against him, using every bit of reserve strength she had within her to see if she could somehow push him bodily away for an attack of her own.

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Her reflexes were good, Galen had measured, and Mara's instincts were solid. She was in peak physical shape-- though he'd already learned that in a much more pleasant arena than a training ring-- and she had a good, solid connection to the Force. Mara Jade had all the tools to be a powerful Force user, but it was clear to Galen that Palpatine had stunted her growth. She knew only enough to do her job, and no more.

Of course, that had been Vader's tactic with Galen, as well. The only difference was that Starkiller's intended targets were trained Jedi, and this Emperor's Hand had only been sent against non-sensitives. Still and all, she had potential. But potential didn't deflect blaster fire, and it for damn sure wouldn't keep her from someone like Maris Brood cutting her in two.

Galen's slashes came at her quickly, from both high and low angles. When she locked lightsabers with him in a press, he scowled. "You've got to understand your opponent better than that," he hissed. "Look for a weakness, but don't wait for an opening. If you parry me successfully, immediately counterattack!"

He took a few steps back, retreating from Mara and fighting the habit of flipping his weapon into the inverted, pommel-up hold he favored. "Come at me. I'll show you what I mean."

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She frowned. Look for a weakness? Blast it, she knew what Galen's weakness was already. She smirked to herself as he stepped back and told her to attack him, told her she had to understand her opponent. Mara just nodded, raised her lightsaber, and ran at him.

At the last minute, she disengaged the saber and dropped to her knees, pulling her blaster out of its holster and aiming it directly at the hilt of his lightsaber. A couple shots off, then she tossed the blaster aside and grabbed Galen's leg, trying to yank him down to the ground with her.

Her opponent was used to elegant attacks from sophisticated enemies, she figured. Not something like this from someone used to working a little bit dirtier.

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It only took a flick of Galen's wrist to block Mara's shot, but the quick switch of weapons was sudden enough that he hadn't been able to send it directly back at her. Instead, the blaster bolt struck the cargo deck wall with a sizzling whine. Galen silently thanked the Force that Mara's inner hull wasn't magnetically shielded.

The distracted thought cost him his balance. Mara was low to the ground now, her hand pulling on his less-weighted leg, and he pitched toward the deck. Reacting on instinct, Galen rolled with the fall, twisting on the metal floor as he did. Galen lifted his head and right hand, its fingers still curled around his lightsaber hilt. The Force surged through him.

His reflexes, though, had made Galen use his weak, artificial hand to focus his power, and the Force Push that struck Mara's compact form was only strong enough to send her briefly tumbling back rather than sailing across the cargo hold.

"Better," he barked. "Play to your strengths. Keep your opponent off-balance, literally and figuratively." Galen's blade sprang back to life, and he flipped it backward into his favorite reverse grip. With no warning this time, he whirled, blade making a glowing red arc, level with Mara's throat.

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She wiped her pants clean after the tumble she took, and didn't have much time to think about anything else before Galen made his next attack. Mara had dropped her lightsaber, and she looked around for it, reaching out with the Force to pull it towards her so she could block his attack. She managed to get it in her hands, but not quick enough to stop Galen from charging her, ready for her throat.

He wouldn't kill her, obviously. It was only training. Still, he did say to keep her opponent off-balance, and so Mara did the only thing she could think of before she knew she'd see the smug look on his face of "winning".

She inched her face closer to his, threatening to touch her neck to the red blade, and kissed him, slipping her tongue inside his mouth.

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When their blades touched, Galen knew he'd made an error. Without a lightsaber in Mara's hand, his instincts had automatically categorized her as a blaster opponent-- the kind he'd faced hundreds of times-- and reacted accordingly. So when their weapons locked, his was still in a reversed grip, robbing him of the leverage to use his physical strength to overwhelm her. He could probably still win the lock, and he pressed hard, the energy blades whining with the strain.

And suddenly, Mara's mouth had closed over his and her tongue was snaking between his lips. Galen's other, newer instincts responded by returning the kiss for a moment before he was pushed back by the pressure of Mara's lightsaber.

Galen staggered back, infuriated and somehow amused at the same time.

"Interesting," he growled back. "Not exactly in any dueling textbook I've ever read, and Vader certainly never taught me that move." Twirling his lightsaber, he shifted his feet, looking for the next opportunity. "You planning on using that one a lot?"

The moment came, and Galen was a blur, ducking around Mara until he was behind her, arms closing around her upper body as if he would hold the red blade against her throat like a knife. Once he was that close, though, Galen wondered if he hadn't just compromised himself on his own.

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"Actually," she smirked, "yes." Mara had to admit, she quite enjoyed kissing Galen. And doing... other things with Galen. Once he had her in a hold, though, she cursed herself a bit for letting him get the upper hand.

She did the only thing she could do -- she wriggled against his strength and tilted her head back a bit away from his lightsaber until it was resting on his shoulder. "Nice move," she said breathlessly. "You planning on using that one a lot?"

She licked her lips and her mouth opened as if she could somehow reach his lips despite how he was holding her.

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Her first answer created a kind of ripple in Galen's belly, something that responded to the look in Mara's eyes. Galen had come to recognize and anticipate that look, because it nearly always signaled that things between them were going to get heated. He hadn't expected to see it during a training session, but that had mostly to do with how Galen had been trained. Now, though, he could feel the heat of his Dark Side power starting to stir.

With her in such a close hold, Galen could feel himself responding to Mara's proximity even more. The Force energy fed off of hers, starting to flare to life. And on a purely physical level, as Mara maneuvered herself so that she could face him more, he'd responded by pulling her closer. Now, his front was tight against her back, from his chest almost to his knees.

The one arena where Galen had always found himself very much Mara's inferior was in teasing and being teased, but he felt he might actually have a chance. "I do have to admit I don't employ it often," he told Mara casually. "Most of my opponents aren't pretty enough for me to want to."

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She grinned at him, her eyes shut. "Mmmm. Good answer." She pressed herself tighter against him, trying to feel him harden behind her, and more than that, trying to feel something else. That other, that feeling neither of them could explain when they both tapped into the Dark Side of the Force and it somehow heightened everything.

With the training session and the "attacks" against each other, the other was already there, and Mara sighed contentedly. It flowed from her body into his the tighter he held her to him, and back again to her until she wondered idly if her eyes ever had the look that Galen's did at times.

She hadn't meant to stop the training session like this, but now that it was at a brief halt... "I don't suppose you would want to continue training in other areas...?" Maybe they'd figure out what their connection really was.

Maybe she'd figure out who she was, while she was at it.

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As his breath started to quicken slightly, Galen wondered what the two of them might look like to a Force-sensitive observer. Would they be able to detect the way hot ribbons of energy seemed to flow through his body and into Mara's, the way it felt to Galen whenever they would start in with one another? Would the air around them turn red as she returned that Dark Side power right back at him?

Mara's trousers fit over her body like a second skin, and the feel of her pressing her ass toward him just stirred that power even further.

He extinguished his lightsaber. "What were you thinking?" he drawled, bringing his lips against Mara's ear. Galen's breath was hot against her skin. "Hand to hand? Maybe some grappling?"

As he said the last, his free right arm snaked its way around Mara's body, then reached up, cupping one firm breast through the taut, smooth material of her top.

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She gasped at the touch of his hand on her, and Mara couldn't stop writhing against Galen until she finally felt his cock pressed against her ass. She grinned once the lightsaber was gone and nodded her head. "Hand to hand sounds good..."

As his fingers grabbed her breast, Mara brought up every painful memory she had and channeled it, calling on the Force to send it to Galen. She wasn't as strong as he was in that area, maybe not even as strong as he was in terms of the darkness, but she gave him every bit of Dark Side energy that she could, trapped as she was in his arms.

"Fuck me," she whispered, but it wasn't a request or plea.

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Galen's smile was hungry and turning more predatory by the second. If only the Masters who had trained him before knew just how he was discovering new depths and extents of his power. He gave Mara's breast a squeeze. "You always have seemed to like my hands--"

The dark emotions that she channeled into Galen hit him like an ion cannon, and spread through his body the same way, lighting his nerves on fire as it went. Unprepared as he was for the speed and impact of it, Galen's legs buckled and suddenly they were both on their knees, his arms still wrapped around Mara's body.

Mara's demand stoked the fire inside him. Galen's hands released their hold to busy themselves with the buckle on her belt and the catches on the front of her trousers. Tight and work-tough as Mara's clothes were, it wasn't until Galen put some Force into the effort that he was able to tear them down the front, giving his hand access between her thighs.

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"Always have," she agreed, moaning a little because she was still clothed and every emotion she had sent to Galen was circling and filling her up already. It made everything frustrating, until Galen manaed to get them to their knees somehow (she wasn't paying attention), and then her clothes were torn finally.

"Yesss," she hissed as his fingers found her wet and ready for him. She struggled against him, still bound by his hands, and it only angered her that he was still so much stronger than her, both physically and in the Force.

Anger...

Her pussy's juices dripped onto his fingers as her anger fueled the Force and she sent it to him, anger leads to hate, hate leads to...

"Now, now... Galen..."

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Part of him was enjoying-- really enjoying-- the feeling of Mara's twisting and pulling against him, as if she were really trying to break free from his grasp. Galen knew from the slickness of her pussy against his hand that separation was the last thing on her mind, the same as him, but the struggle fed the fire, made the Dark Side crackle and spark along the connection between them.

Noise rumbled in his chest as brought his hand up from between Mara's legs and slid his fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste of her juices. "Oh, you'll get what you want," Galen hissed, his hands busy again, tearing and pushing her trousers until they were crumpled around her thighs, exposing her taut ass and soaked pussy and rendering her almost unable to move. Galen pulled roughly at his own belt and trousers, letting them fall around his knees.

"Down," barked Galen, pushing Mara down to her hands and knees. The cock in his hands was as hard as a lightsaber hilt, and without a moment's hesitation, he thrust it forward, burying himself in Mara's body to the root with a growl.

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Mara was taken aback by the change in Galen. Not that she didn't enjoy it, just that it had happened so quickly, that he had somehow taken that Dark Side energy and used it to fuel his own angers or frustrations at her.

Part of her hated him for telling her what to do. Part of her loved it.

Shoved onto her hands and knees by him, Mara turned her head to glare at Galen until she felt his cock fill her finally and she sighed happily, pushing her ass backward as if she could somehow get him to fill her up even more than he had. They were both half-dressed, she realized, figuring that taking all their clothes off would just delay what they both needed.

Right now, she needed him to fuck her, hard.

When she heard the noise he made, Mara shouted and squeezed him tightly, as ripples of energy were sent from her to Galen, all anger, fury, and frustration... even a little hatred. Still, she didn't protest what he was doing to her.

She wanted more.

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She squeezed his cock so hard it hurt, the pain shooting through his body and raising the heat of their connection. Galen never failed to marvel at the way their strong, angry, hurtful emotions could create something so powerful, but both Vader and Palpatine had told him time and again how overwhelmingly strong the Dark Side of the Force could be. It seemed they were right.

As Galen's hips began to move, he pushed himself hard, driving his shaft into Mara's pussy. He pulled back and slammed into her again. His pace quickened, and soon he was fucking her with frantic speed, his hips slapping loudly against her tight ass. "Fuck," he moaned. "Fuck, yes. Take it." He found he didn't just mean his cock.

Their coupling had taken on a new color. The suddenness of it having brought an aggressive, dominant touch to Galen's lust. It was why he hadn't wanted to release Mara, why he hadn't ripped her pants far enough to give her much freedom of movement, and why while his right hand gripped Mara's hip for leverage, his left hand slid up her back to hold a fistful of her fiery red hair. "Give it to me," he snarled. "Everything you've got."

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"Fuck," she muttered, not remembering Galen being like this before, but then again, maybe it was their connection to each other and to the Force that they both had tapped into. She didn't know, except that this Galen who was barking orders at her and forcing her on her knees was lightyears away from the one who had never even slept with a woman.

When he tugged her hair, Mara's mouth automatically opened and the sound she made as his cock went deeper into her didn't sound very human. She pictured in her mind herself as a child, no parents or family, nothing but a lonely place at the Emperor's side, and the sadness began to fill her until tears ran down her cheeks. Mara knew Galen could not only feel it through her, but see it somehow, too.

Everything she had. Everything she was. Mara wasn't the cocky girl she pretended to be. She wasn't the confident woman she'd become, either. She wasn't even angry at Galen in that moment. All she was was a scared little girl with nothing, and so the fear was what filled her and allowed her to tap into the Dark Side and send it to Galen. The tears kept coming with each thrust of his cock into her until she was stripped of everything.

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He could see himself, as if a splinter of Galen's consciousness watched from outside, probably some new and strange side-effect of their connection. It was almost like he'd turned into someone else by tapping so deeply and so quickly into the Dark Side. Galen was feeding off of Mara, and it wasn't just the physical pleasure of fucking that he was after.

"Yes," he groaned as he got the rest of what he was craving. Images and emotions flooded through his mind, all of Mara's painful and awful past. Every bit of sorrow coursed through him and it wasn't long before hot tears burned their way down his cheeks, too. He saw all that she had been and knew that they were so very similar, children stripped of their names, turned into weapons, lost and disillusioned.

Once, maybe, Galen would have wanted to save her. Now, as her pussy rippled around his length and he began to summon the pain of his own past, he knew he wanted to plunge them both into the darkness, together. "Do you feel it?" he asked as burning-hot power began to stream into her out of him. "The power... filling you..." The full force of it struck her and he slammed his cock in to the root.

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"Yes," she cried, "yes, I feel it..."

Her own despair and darkness sent to Galen, sent back to her only ten times in strength. She saw his pain, too, felt the Dark Side of her grow just as Galen had promised her it would, only she never would have expected it from him fucking her like this.

Galen wasn't his name for the longest time, she saw, his father... his childhood gone like hers until they were both filled with suffering that had never been fully tapped into. Not until now. Not until Galen yanked her hair and shoved his cock so deep in her pussy, Mara thought she would break from the pain. She came finally, screaming her anger as she held his cock inside her cunt, all while the images and feelings kept rolling back and forth between the two of them.

Her eye opened and she didn't know they were red, to match Galen's.

"Please," she begged him, hungry now for more of this power and more of him. "Give me all that you can. Hurt me..."

For it was the hurt, the pain, the darkness that fueled them both now.

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Galen felt it all over again. As he shared his past with Mara, it wasn't just the memories-- images and sounds and impressions. His skin felt seared over and over again, remembering every cut and scar that Vader's training had left on him. For Starkiller, once he'd passed the age of ten, there were no more training lightsabers, and no mercy from his Master.

The Dark Side of the Force held no more mercy, either, not for Galen or Mara. Energy doubling and re-doubling, their connection fed itself on their anger and fear. Galen's cock swelled even as his heart ached and pounded. Hearing Mara's words through a static of lust, he responded by pulling himself out of her pussy and roughly rolling her onto her back.

Eyes red and almost glowing, he grasped what was left of the top of Mara's trousers and pulled them apart like paper, letting him spread her thighs wide. Galen fell on her, spearing Mara's cunt with his length in a single, vicious stroke. A thought echoed in his mind as the pressure built up inside his belly.

I am the only one who understands you.

Galen didn't know if it the thought sounded with his voice or Mara's.

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Mara gasped as she saw the red of Galen's eyes after he shoved her onto her back, tearing away her new jumpsuit. She shivered, not at the cold of the floor or the rough way he was throwing her around, but at the emptiness she felt without his cock inside her.

"Please," she begged one last time before Galen opened her legs so far, it hurt.... just like she'd asked. And she cried more tears as soon as his cock was back where it belonged, inside her cunt. All the thoughts that Galen had sent to her, the images of abuse... she cried more for him out of sadness and again out of anger at Vader.

The Dark Side of the Force was strong, and the thought hit her...

I am the only one who understands you.

"Harder," she asked him aloud, and the thought kept hitting her over and over as her pussy continued to ripple. It was the truth, she realized, and she knew in that moment that they would go rogue, no matter what information they found out. They belonged together, like this, delving deeper into the Force, fucking, apart from the rest of the galaxy because they were the only ones who could understand how pain, fear, and aggression could be used in a way to make them stronger.

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He heard something in Mara's voice that he'd never heard before. In the throes of some of their most passionate and darkly heated moments, there had been words of lust and fire, of demand and rage and ecstasy. But Galen heard the new sound and it trembled through his body. It was need, it its most pure and powerful form. Mara begged for his cock to fill her again not just to give her pleasure, but because she needed to be connected to him.

As soon as he was sheathed in her cunt again, Galen understood a second thing: he needed her too, in the same desperate and absolutely necessary way. His thrusts were merciless, as was the rolling, pulsing grip of her pussy around his length. Galen needed to be in her, to feel her power resonating with his, their shadowy fires feeding one another.

It wasn't long before the heat and pressure built up to the critical mass, Galen feeling like he was holding a ruptured reactor inside of his belly. His crimson eyes locked with Mara's, now just as red as his own. Galen's voice was low, growling and almost impossibly deep.

"Come with me."

He meant right then. He meant from now on.

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Mara just nodded her head, understanding what Galen was saying immediately. Rogue, alone... together. She felt him growing harder and longer in her pussy and every thrust hurt her more, which only served to fuel her own darkness that she was slipping into and embracing quickly. A darkness in her that she'd only ever felt with Galen.

And suddenly, it hit her, the words that Galen had said almost like a command. Her body reacted and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock as her eyes grew a deeper red. Mara grabbed Galen's arms, trying to pull him deeper into her, as if she could somehow fuse them into one person. As it was, the images, anger, and pain that spread through them both was enough to bring tears to her eyes.

She shouted and screamed until her voice was sore, coming on his cock as if she wouldn't be able to stop.

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Mara's cry pierced his eardrums, and the sudden vise-like tightness of her cunt around his length sent a lance of pain through his senses, a pain which only stoked the fires of their connection. Dark Side energy roared and rippled around them, invisible to the eye but blazing red and glowing to a Force-sensitive. As soon as Galen felt her come, he forced a stream of energy into his body that exploded back into Mara's as he came, too.

His body thrashed with hers, even as Galen's tightly muscled arms clutched at her back. The feedback of the Force between them exploded along with their climax. Galen's cock swelled and pulsed inside of her pussy, filling her with come even as his power filled her as well.

Both the Jedi and the Sith had been fools to deny themselves this, Galen thought as at last, he began to breathe again, his body fever hot but slowing. Forcing himself to take long, slow breaths, Galen fought to rein in the raging ribbons of power. He looked down at Mara, the red fading from his eyes.

"So... who won?" he asked, breathless.

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She was exhausted and didn't even notice the fading red from Galen's eyes as she held his body close to hers, finally pressing a hard kiss on his lips before coming up for air. The energy Galen had fed to her was more of the Dark Side than she'd known her entire life. Part of her wanted to thank him for it, but she knew somehow that it was the same for him, too.

Mara laughed a little, shaking her head as she wrapped her legs around his, muscles sore and aching far more from his cock pounding into her than their training exercise ever would have accomplished.

"How about a tie?"

It wasn't love, Mara knew. She wasn't sure if she was capable of love anymore. But right here, with Galen in her arms and his cock still twitching in her pussy, bits of energy still flowing between them? It was something far more than she'd ever hoped to find in her life. She pulled his face back to hers again for another kiss before murmuring, "Think maybe that's enough training for today, teacher?"

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He returned Mara's kisses with just as much need, just as much warmth. They were different than the desperate kisses of a few minutes before, and the way they held onto each other was not the same as then, either. Galen had no idea what to call it, or them, and he wondered if he ever would. All he knew was that they were joined and were meant to be joined, and not just physically.

Galen smiled and shook his head. "Not your life, lazy," he joked back at Mara. "I've still got a another round or two left in me."

Shifting slightly, a sharp ache shot through his knees and legs. Galen winced, then laughed at himself. "But not just now. Now, I think there's got to be something on this ship we can use as a soaking tub, if you want to join me."

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"Another round or two?" She teased back, amazed at how easily it came to her right after everything they'd just experienced together.

"Yes, I'll join you. Follow me, Padawan," Mara winked as she braced herself to stand up on wobbly legs and led Galen to another section of the ship, near her quarters, and started a make-shift tub for both of them to share. She got in first, then reached a hand out to Galen to slowly pull him into the warmth of the water, sighing as she leaned her head against his back and let her muscles relax.

Impulsively, she pressed a kiss to Galen's back, then rested her head there again before her eyes shut and Mara let herself drift away happily, sated, and aching for more...