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."