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.