The Vergence

Allow me to tell you a story, about the nature of the force.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, there was a Muun named Hego Damask. As the CEO of Damask Holdings, he was one of the richest and most powerful men in the galaxy. But, unbeknownst to everyone, he was secretly the Sith Lord Darth Plagueis the wise.

He used his knowledge in the force, and his vast stockpile of resources, to pursue the goal of immortality. He became so powerful, that the only thing he was afraid of was losing his power, which eventually of course he did. His manipulations caused the living force to leave him. Afterwards his apprentice, Darth Sidious; who you know as Emperor Palpatine, killed him in his sleep. But what happened next is the part of the story that gets really interesting.

On the ethereal world of Mortis, the gods of the force became disturbed by this perversion. The Daughter had flown into a rage, quite literally in fact. She flew across the world in the form of a glowing green griffin striking everything in sight and screeching in a tone that could wake the dead.

The sound was so loud that it prompted the arrival of her only equal. A shadowy gargoyle flew in and tackled the Daughter in midair. As the two tumbled through the sky, they slowly began to transform into their humanoid selves. Finally, they found themselves in a pile of rubble at the bottom of a canyon. The Son had his sister pinned to the ground as she screamed in hysteria and squirmed helplessly against his embrace.

"What troubles you sister?" He asked with equal parts concern and frustration.

"Have you been completely blinded by the darkness?" She asked in return, just as frustrated and concerned as him. "We've been violated."

"Impossible!" He responded, but even as he said it, he knew she was right. These two felt the subtle ebbs and flows in the cosmic force as if they were wind or rain. Even though the Son was sensitive to corruption, he could tell something was wrong. "How could this happen?"

"The darkness is rising brother! You would know that better than I."

"Nothing like this has ever happened before." he snapped at her. "Our father has always been able to hold me back."

"Our father has grown weary." the Daughter's face turned from one of anger to one of sadness. "Perhaps this is a sign."

"A sign of what?" The Son asked indignantly.

"A sign of the new power yet to come. The Chosen One. The one that will replace our father and restore balance."

"I have felt no signs of any such being."

"Maybe." The Daughter began, filled with reluctance. "Maybe it's something we could bring into the universe."

The Son simply stared at his sister for a few moments. The idea was preposterous, it felt wrong, but these were desperate times. As the Son stared into his sister's face, he realized that there was no one in the entire universe that he loved more than her. This experience had brought them closer. The Daughter's rage was bringing her closer to the darkness, and the Son's concern for his sister brought him closer to the light. For the first time in eons they found themselves able to let go of their conflict. Perhaps now was the time for a new power to arise.

He took her hands into his and spoke.

"Very well, I suppose we're meant to do this the 'natural way'"

"You know me, I wouldn't accept anything else."

The two teleported from the canyon into a regal bedroom, as their ethereal clothing evaporated from their bodies. The Son prepared his sister by lifting her onto her shoulders and diving straight into her muff. Her thighs wrapped themselves around his shoulders as his hands grabbed her stomach. She felt goosebumps on her skin as her pulse raced. Deep down, she knew that her own brother was the only being worthy of her divine pussy, and she knew she was the only one that deserved his divine cock.

After sufficiently lubricating her, he threw her onto the bed and held her face in his right hand while his left lifted her thigh to his waist. He stared into her beautiful eyes as he thrusted into her and kissed her luscious lips.

Finally after countless hours of lovemaking, the culmination of centuries of mutual animosity, the Son finally came and they both knew that a child had just been conceived. Their child was transported into the womb of Shmi Skywalker, my grandmother who would then give birth to my father Anakin, a child of the force itself.

"So you see, incest runs deep in my family." Luke concluded.

"Ok..." Replied Mara Jade Skywalker, his wife, who now stared at him in equal parts disgust and bewilderment. "I still don't think k this makes it ok that you made out with your sister."

"You don't have to think it's ok Mara. The force just works like that sometimes. Trust me I'd know."