The redhead, now used to her servitude, nods deeply. "Of course, mistress." ONE YEAR LATER Vahlia, now recently married, kisses Silri passionately, as the two women are fucked by the massive cocks of their monster bodyguards. Outside, in the main chamber of the massive temple of the rocky planet, their army stands motionless. The holocron proved to be only the first step in acquiring the spell to awaken the petrified army, but it's in the air. Vahlia can feel that they're close to awakening it. Admiral Patrek, Vahlia's new husband, was forced by custom to wait a year before marrying Vahlia after his wife's death, but the night sister had him wrapped around her finger long before then. Silri taught her student magicks to cloud the mind and instill obedience, but so far, Vahlia hasn't had to use them on Patrek, her sexuality, beauty and roguish nature charming him. Already, he's made himself useful, putting his stormtroopers to task, bribing, coercing and kidnapping young Force sensitive girls across the galaxy to serve as the nucleus for the new Nightsister Order. As Silri and Vahlia are pounded by their bodyguards, their students, about 20 so far, await training in their new chambers in the temple. Vahlia has had to attend high society parties and gatherings on Coruscant, to play the role of an admiral's wife, though the other part of this is that she's been able to experience wealth and luxury beyond anything she's ever had before. As the monsters finally cum, Silri smiles. "Soon, the nightsisters will return to Dathomir, Vahlia. Because of you. You still have much to learn, and I will continue to teach you, but I think it is time that you took your place as leader. Welcome, Night Mother Fang."
