Rock Me Sith God

“Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true. Wanted a woman, never bargained for you…”

TITLE: Rock Me Sith God
AUTHOR: Schmootika
SUMMARY: What if Anakin was stranded on earth and became a rock star. Would you be a groupie?
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in the Star Wars universe, nor do I make any money from this or any of my stories. If I did own it, I would have a naked Sith Lord in my bed and would not be writing this story.


PROLOGUE

Anakin fought with the controls of his ship. He was in the middle of a temporal disturbance and not certain that he would make it out alive. As his ship spiraled out of control, he called out to his master, trying to reach for anything that might ground him or help him out of this current predicament.

No help came but he managed to emerge from the disturbance in one piece. He found himself staring at a beautiful blue and green planet. “Wonder where the Sith I am?” he murmured as he picked a spot to land his ailing ship. The controls were still fighting him as he slipped into the upper atmosphere.

Landing safely in what appeared to be a desolate patch of farmland, he cautiously emerged from the ship and surveyed the area. Dusting himself off, he made his way through the cornfield to a rural highway. A large bus came barreling down the highway and screeched to a halt just past him.

A man with long black hair stuck his head out of one of the windows and asked, “Dude, you need a ride?”

Anakin nodded his head, boarded the bus and took off with them.


10 YEARS LATER


Misty made her way to the coliseum high on more than life as she gleefully showed the big bouncer her backstage pass and sauntered past him. Her favorite band, Coruscant Steele, was playing in town tonight and she was lucky enough to secure a pass to the fun that would surely ensue after the show.

She found a group hanging out in one of the alcoves and decided this was a good time to make some friends if she was going to get to party with the band.

A tall, thin man with long black hair saw her approaching and turned to greet her. “Hi there sweetie. Want a drink?”

His British accent was unmistakable and Misty immediately recognized him as John Leaf, the lead guitarist of the band. She flashed her best smile and replied, “Why sure. I would love one.”

She followed him though the crowd of scantly clad women to a hospitality room. The walls were in the same tiles as the rest of the backstage area, a soft baby blue color and very shiny. The room was small and only had a couch and several chairs. There was table against the length of one wall filled with food and drinks.

“Pick whatever you like,” he said as he flourished his hand toward the table.

Misty wandered over to the table, picked up an ice-cold beer, and popped it open. “Thanks,” she said as he moved closer to her.

“You here to see the show, my pretty?” he asked as he grabbed a beer.

“Yep. Love the band. I’ve kinda got a thing for the lead singer though.” Misty’s eyes grew dark as she mentioned him.

John snorted, “Yeah, most girls do. You just happen to be in luck. He’s single once more. You seem to be just his type. I’ll make sure you meet him tonight.”

“Thanks!” Misty replied, slightly flushed. She was this close to meeting him, the man she had lusted over for 10 years.

“I hope you’re not offended. I mean you are a guitar god after all,” Misty quickly said, not wanting to hurt any feelings.

John laughed loudly and placed his arm around her. “No problem, honey. I’ve got more than I can handle tonight. Plus Anakin is kind of picky.”

Misty hugged him and said, “I’ve heard that about him.”

A knock came at the door and a loud voice boomed from outside. “10 minutes!”

John chugged the rest of his beer and sat it on the table. “Well, gotta go. Hold on a minute, want to sit on stage?”

Misty’s eyes lit up. “Fuck yeah!”

John gave her a big toothy grin and held out his hand. “Come on then, my pretty.”

Misty did not hesitate. She grabbed his hand and he rushed her back through the crowd of women screaming out his name to the stairs leading up to the stage. Helping her up the stairs, he paused and pointed to a small group of chairs. “See them. You can sit there if you like.”

Misty grabbed him and hugged him tightly, “Thank you!”

John just smiled and disappeared behind the stage.

As Misty heard the crowd start to chant the band’s name, she saw a tall blonde-haired figure approaching. Her breath caught in her throat as he emerged from the shadows. Anakin seemed surprised to see anyone there, and flashed her a big smile as he jumped up onto the platform in front of the drum kit.

She thought her knees would give out. She was shaking like a leaf and he had only looked at her. What would happen when she actually got to speak with him? She lost all coherent thoughts as she saw John standing at the side of Anakin. John smiled and nodded at her as he hit the first note. That man could play like there was no tomorrow. He truly was gifted and no one could hold a candle to him.

The curtain rose and the sounds of the crowd swelled as the spotlight hit Anakin and he belted out the first song of the night.

The concert was awesome and Misty sang her little heart out as she danced away to every song. Sometimes, Anakin would come over to her side of the stage and pant out a few lyrics as she almost melted under his steamy gaze. He smiled as she rolled her eyes back and gyrated to his songs. The sight of him, dressed in tight jeans, long curly blonde hair flowing as he pranced around on stage, sweat dripping off him as he moaned and belted out his songs, made all the girls in the crowd wish he was singing only to them.

The band left the stage and Misty heard the crowd calling them back for an encore. Anakin passed by her and said, “Hello darlin’.” Misty thought her heart stopped. She smiled widely at him and he winked as he was whisked away to wipe down the sweat and get a quick shower and change.

She saw John catch up with Anakin and point towards her. Anakin nodded as they walked into the dressing rooms. John stopped to throw his soaked shirt to a woman standing just behind the ropes. She squealed, pressed the shirt to her face and her eyes rolled back in her head. The band soon emerged and took the stage for a few more songs before telling the crowd goodnight and taking their final bows.

This time, as they rushed past Misty, John grabbed her hand and led her to the hospitality room.

“We’ve got a little meet and greet to do then we’ll be heading to the real party. Are you with us?” John asked as he closed the door behind them.

Misty looked up at John and said, “Sure. I’m, ready for damned near anything.”

“Are you really darlin’?” A husky voice from behind John asked.

Misty gasped as Anakin moved toward her. No picture could capture the true beauty of this man. A tall lean figure with blazing blue eyes, long blonde hair, jeans so tight you could tell his religion, and a deep, husky voice that made your insides quiver.

Misty quickly composed herself. “Really,” she said as John moved out of her way.

Anakin looked down on her and she felt goosebumps rise up all over her body. He took her hand and said, “I’m Anakin. And you are?”

“M…Misty.” She stuttered as he gently caressed her hand.

“Glad to meet you Misty.” His voice reverberated through her body and sent vibrations right down to the now slick place between her legs. His touch was soft and gentle as he brought her hand up to his full, luscious lips and placed a warm kiss on the back of her hand.

Misty thought she was going to pass out as she stared into his deep blue eyes. He licked his lips and grinned as he led her over to the back of the room and sat down on the couch.

John came over and asked, “Want another beer, my pretty?”

Misty looked up at him and smiled, her nervousness seemingly washing away, “Yes sweetie. I would love another beer.”

She felt the warmth from Anakin’s hand as he gripped her firmly but not too tightly. ‘This is a dream’ she thought to herself.

Anakin leaned over and whispered in her ear, “No dream darlin’. This is for real.”

Misty’s eyes snapped open as she realized he heard her thoughts. Looking back at Anakin, he chuckled and gave her a sweet lop-sided grin as he traced patterns on the back of her hand.

A knock came at the door and the band’s manager appeared. “Almost time. You guys ready?” He looked around the room and gave everyone a big toothy smile.

Misty smirked as his gazed fell upon her. Anakin cut him a nasty look and rolled his eyes. He quickly moved to put his arm around Misty. She snuggled up against Anakin and breathed in deep, savoring his musky scent. Her eyes fell back on the manager who was now pacing nervously around the room. ‘Seems like a used car salesman,’ Misty thought.

Anakin leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “He used to be one.”

Misty tuned to look at him and the both laughed loudly. She was so caught up in his beautiful smile that she didn’t notice that their manager was trying to her get to leave.

Anakin stood up and spanned the room in what seemed to be one-step. “She stays,” he bellowed as he looked down on his manager. The man seemed to have fear in his eyes as he stepped back and lowered his head. “Yes. A…alright. But you’ve got to shake some hands and sign some autographs before we can get out of here.”

Snorting and turning his back to his manager, he growled, “Very well. Let the cattle in.”

Looking at Misty, he raised his eyebrows and scrunched his shoulders as he pathed to her, *It won’t take long, darlin’.*

Misty appeared surprised and realized the rumors of his telepathic abilities were true. She smiled at him and shook her head as she rose from the couch and browsed the goodies on the table.

The meet and greet only took a few minutes, as Anakin promised, and then they were shuttled off to a limousine. As they all crowded into the long car, Anakin made sure to hold Misty on his lap as everyone else pilled in.

John had not one but two lovely young ladies to occupy his time with tonight. Misty chuckled at the sight of the two girls crawling all over him.

*He always has more than one,* Anakin sent to her.

Misty cocked her head and twisted in his lap so she was straddling him. “How do you do that?” She asked.

He reached up and brushed a stray blonde curl behind her ear. “All in good time, darlin’.”

Misty leaned in and placed her hands on his shoulders, marveling at the strong muscles beneath her fingertips. She looked into his eyes and asked, “What else do I get in good time?”

Anakin chuckled as he grabbed her hips and ground himself against her. His gaze steadfast on hers. She could see his eyes growing dark as he continued to grind against her. Reaching up, he threaded his hands in her hair and harshly pulled her toward him. His lips were soft against hers and she melted into his kiss. He parted her lips with his tongue and she moaned as she opened up to him. Their tongues danced and stroked each other’s causing Misty to gyrate her hips against his crotch.

When the limo stopped at their hotel, the entire band was in the middle of some real heavy petting. John had his two girls topless and was licking from one set of breasts to the other. Anakin broke his kiss with Misty and opened the door. Sliding out of the car, he held out his hand to her and helped her out.

*I have my own room,* he sent to her.

Misty giggled. “Well hell, it might be fun to watch.”

Laughing, Anakin replied, “If I’ve seen it once, I’ve seen it a thousand times. Maybe next time.”

Misty’s heart leapt at his words. ‘Next time?’ She thought.

Anakin laughed as he led her through the back way of the hotel and into the service elevator. The door slid closed and Anakin grabbed her by the arms and shoved her against the wall. Misty moaned as he nibbled on her lips and trailed them down her neck. His hands were busy on her blouse, tugging it down so he could reveal her firm breasts.

Anakin’s long hair, tickled against her as he lowered his mouth to one pink nipple and busied his hand with the other. Misty weaved her hands in his long tresses and leaned down to bury her face in it, savoring his musky scent. She wanted to etch every part of him in her mind; this would be a night to remember.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to a surprised hotel maid standing there with her cart. Anakin looked up, casually grabbed Misty’s hand and walked out the door. They looked at each other and grinned as they ran down the hallway to Anakin’s room.

The door barely closed before Anakin pressed her against the wall and picked up right were he left off. Misty slid his shirt off and ran her hands down his broad shoulders to his taught back, running her nails down the length of him. She gasped as he caught one of her nipples between his teeth. The pain felt so good she didn’t want him to stop. He stood up and pulled her top off. His breathing was already ragged as he let his hungry, lust filled eyes feast on her young firm body.

Anakin grabbed her hand and led her across his room to the balcony. Turning to face her, he grabbed her skirt and tugged it down so she stood before him naked and vulnerable. Misty felt no shame, this was what she had always wanted and she posed for him in the moonlit night.

He licked his lips at the tasty sight and pulled her to him, capturing her mouth in a blistering kiss. Misty was almost breathless as he nibbled on her lips, running his full lips over hers and down her neck. Licking her pulse point, he heard her moan and it encouraged him to bite her sharply. She gasped but pulled him closer, wrapping her hands in his long, soft hair.

A smile came over his face as he realized he was going to enjoy this one. He stood back from her and Misty grabbed his tight jeans, almost ripping the buttons off as she tugged them down his legs. Kneeling before him, he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans as looked down on her. She was a vision at his feet, so willing and so completely at his mercy. He knew she would do anything he asked…anything.

Misty ran her hands up both calves, kneading the strong muscles. Looking up, she saw one muscle in particular that held her attention. Anakin’s tongue was sticking out slightly as she continued her upward journey, feeling her way over his thighs and clenching his ass in her hands. Nuzzling against his inner thighs, she ran her tongue around the base of his hard member, enjoying the low moans escaping his lips.

Gazing into his eyes, she flicked her tongue out and barely touched the tip of his straining member. Anakin’s mouth was partly open and his teeth bared as she softly licked the length of him.

Smiling, Misty took great pleasure in seeing this man, this rock god she had worshipped for so long, held captive by her, almost dancing on the end of her tongue. Anakin groaned and fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her closer to him. Misty opened her mouth and took the head of his member between her lips, swirling her tongue around him. Anakin tugged harshly on her hair, bringing her head closer to him and arched his hips as he pumped his full length into her sweet mouth. He groaned when she reached down and cupped his balls, rolling them around in her hands. His face was contorted, eyes tightly shut and Misty was reminded of the concert, it was the same face he made when he sang her favorite song.

His breathing came in short gasps and he pulled out of her, straining to regain control. Grabbing her arms, Anakin tried tugged her to her feet, but she moved away from him. This might be her only time to play with him and she was going to taste every inch of his body. Misty slowly, methodically, licked her way up his stomach, tasting the saltiness of sweat on his toned body. Anakin twisted his fingers in her hair causing Misty to sigh against him. She licked over his pink nipples, gently nipping at them at first, and then sinking her teeth in when he jerked her head closer to him.

Anakin pulled her head up to his and placed a hot kiss on her lips. Moaning into her mouth, he let his hand move between her legs and felt her soft, wet folds. He moved her back and looked at her, bringing his fingers up to lick her sweet essence. As Misty looked into his eyes, she noticed they were not blue anymore; they had turned bright amber.

Grinning, she spun around and grabbed a hold of the railing on the balcony, shaking her ass at him. Teasing her, he slipped his long fingers deep inside her and was pleased at her moans. Leaning over her, he slapped her hard on her ass and she moaned in delight. A wicked grin came over his face as he continued to play with this willing woman. He moved back and held himself at her wet entrance, moving the tip up and down her.

*Beg me,* He growled inside her head.

Misty looked behind her; Anakin looked like a man possessed. His jaw clenched and the muscles in his neck strained as he rubbed up and down her. She moaned, “Please Anakin, fuck me.” The voice that came out of her surprised her. It was so more like a deep animalistic growl.

Anakin grunted and grabbed her hips with brutal force. He thrust into her to the hilt in one powerful movement. Leaning over her back, he never lost his rhythm as he reached around and grabbed her breasts. Groaning, Misty rose up slightly and felt him hold her shoulders as he plummeted her sweet spot over and over. She felt her climax take hold of her, and gave in to his sweet pleasures. Her muscled contracted wildly as she screamed his name and felt her excitement drench her legs.

Anakin leaned her back so her head rested against his shoulder and only momentarily slowed his thrusting. He kissed her neck and leaned her back over. Misty gladly complied as he bent her over and began thrusting with increased urgency. His long hair was now wet with sweat and Misty could smell their combined scents wafting in the cool night air.

Leaning back against him, Misty reached behind her and held onto his ass, feeling his muscles contract with every movement. The fact that he was taking her on his balcony, in plain sight of anyone in the city, only heightened her pleasure. Anakin bent forward and ran his lips across her shoulder as he moaned against her. When his orgasm overtook him, he sank his teeth in Misty’s shoulder. She could feel the sharp pain and it caused her to climax with him, clenching her muscles tightly around his long, thick, hard member.

They both howled out into the night as they shuddered together. Misty fell forward and rested her head on the railing and Anakin leaned onto her back, panting. Weak legs gave way, and Misty slid down to the cold concrete below, followed closely by Anakin. Sitting with his long legs out in front, he pulled Misty onto his lap. He held her gently and they both pushed the long, wet hair from their faces before they kissed.


Misty started to shiver as the cool night air brushed over her sweat-slicked skin. Anakin leaned down and kissed her sweetly before he lifted her up and took her inside his room. Placing her on the edge of the bed, he knelt beside her and seemingly studied the leg he was rubbing. “Do you want to go to the next city with us?” he asked without looking up, still tracing patterns on her knee.

Reaching down, she raised his head up so she could gaze into his eyes. Misty brushed a few stray hairs from his angelic face and said, “I’d be happy to go with you.”

Anakin’s face lit up and he pounced on her, knocking her over onto the bed. *I thought you’d say that*, he sent to her as he softly ran his lips over hers.

Moaning against him, Misty parted her lips and he eagerly ran his tongue against hers. She could not help but nibble on those full ruby red lips as he pursed them together and looked at her though heavy lidded eyes.

Misty did not care where the next city was nor when she would get back home. All that mattered was the here and now. Feeling him cover her body with his, lashing her soft flesh with warm wet kisses and sharp bites. She felt like she had died and gone to heaven. Pulling himself up on his hands, he hovered over her and bent his head down to lick down her neck to her collarbone.

Misty could not help but stifle a giggle as his hair trailed across her breasts and tickled her. Without looking up, he moved lower, lavishing attention on one breast then the other. *What’s so funny?*, he sent to her. She just nodded her head as his teeth scrapped against her hardened nipple, eliciting a moan from her. Her body was on fire with passion for him and she wiggled beneath him as she slowly made his way down her stomach.

Pausing to glance into her eyes, he grinned widely, bit his lower lip and ran his hands over her thighs. Misty’s hips rolled and her legs opened wide for him. Inhaling deeply, he settled himself between her legs and stroked her wet lips. Reaching down, she pulled his hair to either side of her legs and covered her thighs with it. Anakin smirked as he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her lips. Pushing her hips against him, she could still see his smile as he opened his lips and snaked his tongue around her wet folds.

The feel of his tongue moving inside her, his hand tweaking her hard nipples, his other hand stroking her engorged clit and his long silky tresses draped over her hips, sent her to the next realm of ecstasy. She looked down at him and caught him staring back at her. Anakin started to moan and it sent ripples of pleasure from between her legs all the way up to the top of her head. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as his moans resonated though her body. Bending her head forward, she reached down and twisted his hair in her hands, pulling him even closer to her.

He changed tactics and slid his tongue up to bathe her clit as his fingers dipped into her honeyed sweetness. Moaning loudly and grinding her hips, she arched her back as she felt him slide his other hand down. He kept two fingers busily twitching inside her as his other hand traced a slick path beneath. A startled gasp escaped Misty’s lips as he wiggled one finger into her tight hole. She kept a firm grip on his hair and tugged on it as she felt her muscles contracting around him.

*You like that, darlin’?* his voice was dark and husky in her mind.

Straining to look down at him, she saw his eyes had returned to their amber hue. The intense feeling of being completely filled and his hypnotic stare opened her floodgates. Crying out, she shuddered and thrashed against him as her orgasm overtook her body and mind. Misty panted and bit her lips as she rode out the waves of her passion.

Pulling his fingers out, he could not move any further. Misty still had a death grip on his hair and she was trying to regain her composure. *Darlin’, the hair*, he pathed to her. She gasped, “Oh sorry,” as she loosened her grip.

Smiling and licking his lips as he sat up, he moved up her body, like a cougar stalking its prey. Misty saw his eyes had not changed back and it sent shivers down her spine. She watched him crawl up her body, his every move erotic, his body toned and thin, his muscles rippling under his soft golden brown skin.

Anakin grabbed her hair and pulled her to him, devouring her mouth in a kiss that seemed to burn from his very core. Feeling his firm thighs between her legs, she moaned into his mouth as their tongues stroked and caressed each other. His kisses tasted of her and his hair was slick from her sweat. Misty could not help but feel his hard member rubbing against her thigh.

Circling his hips, Anakin brushed his member against her wetness and pulled back from his kiss as he pushed just the tip into her. Their eyes locked and he pulled her legs around him. Pushing in and out very slightly, a wicked grin came over his face as he pathed to her, *Want more?*

Misty’s only response was to wiggle her hips against him, trying to get him to sink deeper inside her. But he wanted to hear the words. He would not yield, although it was taking quite a bit of effort not to plunge into her. Leaning forward, he raked his teeth across her neck, followed closely by his tongue. *Tell me!* he growled in her mind.

She had enough of this playing around. Misty grabbed two hands full of hair and pulled his face even with hers. “I want you to fuck me till I am breathless, Anakin!”

His eyes shone amber fire at her words and he angled his hips to thrust deep into her velvety wetness. They both moaned as their bodies became one. Anakin’s hot breath came in short gasps as he rocked in and out of her. Misty met each thrust with a gyrating motion that made him groan and bite down hard on her neck. Fisting her hands in his hair, she pulled his head back sharply and ran her tongue down his lean neck.

His pace increased and Misty pulled harder in his sweaty blonde hair. Biting down hard on the corded muscles of his neck, he felt himself start to swell inside her. She grunted as he pulled her hair hard, vying to get her to cum with him. The pain and pleasure melted together as they both sprinted for the finish line. He achieved his goal as they both screamed each other’s names and fell back, breathless in a sweat pile on the bed.


After many minutes had passed and they both returned to some state of normalcy, he lay against her and brushed her hair from her eyes. “I liked that,” Anakin said as he leaned in to place gentle kisses over the purple marks on her neck.

Sighing, Misty turned to face him and replied, “Me too.”

They cuddled against each other and drifted off to peaceful sleep. Misty did not know how long this would last but she was sure it would change her somehow.

Misty went to two more cities with the band before Anakin brought her back home. Her boss understood, especially since she was a big fan as well. Misty promised her she would get an autograph and take as many pictures as she could.

As they pulled up outside her apartment, Anakin leaned over and kissed her hard. She felt every ounce of his being was in that kiss and for some reason, she knew they would see each other again.

Misty got out of the limo and walked up to her door. She turned to see him standing by the car, in those wonderfully tight jeans, his golden hair glistening in the sun. That image was burned into her consciousness, her blue eyed, longhaired, rock and roll sex god. She smiled and waved to him as she opened her door.


EPILOGUE


Over the next few months, Misty followed the band’s escapades and kept a close watch on the mailbox for the occasional letter from Anakin. He sent her some sweet poetry, pictures of him on stage and behind the scenes with the band. Misty picked up every magazine that had stories about him or the band and read an article about them firing that weasel of a manager. The picture that followed that story was priceless, it showed the manager dangling a foot off the ground, holding his neck as Anakin stood about three feet from him with his hand held out in a choking motion.

Misty could hear him at times, in her mind. She wasn’t sure if it was all him or a combination of her imagination. He would growl and tell her the things he wanted to do to her. Sometimes she would have dreams so vivid that her sheets were wet when she awoke. Most of the time his voice came to her late a night, but a few times she had to take a break from work because the thoughts and visions he sent just distracted her too much. Misty never did find out how he did it, but she was pretty confident that one day he would tell her.

The music industry was crazy about Coruscant Steele and they hit the top of the charts before their tour was half over. Misty imagined that Anakin had something to do with the success of the band, but she just couldn’t put her finger on what it might be. Sure, he was a dynamic singer and a consummate performer but their rise was quick and seemed to be unending.

She never saw any pictures or articles about Anakin being with another woman but she wasn’t so naive to think he didn’t have a girl in each city or at least in every other one. He was a rock star after all, and could have anything or anyone he wanted. Misty kept her thoughts to the few passion filled days they spent together. She felt that they shared something special and maybe one day he would come back for her.

*And one day I will*


FIN…