Harbinger

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~ “So baby, will you let my darkness invade you?” ~
-Tori Amos
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“I did invite you here for supper, you know,” he murmured, gliding his tongue over her earlobe.

“I’m not hungry, my Lord,” Preitha answered, rolling her hips against him. The friction of the fabric against her sex was a delicious torment. She let out a soft sigh of anticipation. Vader leaned back in the chair to watch her. Her eyes were half-closed, lips parted, breath coming in short gasps as she rode him, it made his already erect cock swell until it was painfully hard.

“No?” he asked, kneading the soft flesh of her lower back. He enjoyed watching her writhing in his lap, pressing against him; the way she surrendered to her passions with such abandon was enough to drive a man insane.

Her hands found his nipples and she raked her fingernails across them, tweaking the tiny nubs through the cloth of his bodysuit. She applied only the lightest of pressure, that same, feathery, torturous touch that he’d used against her the first time they’d made love.

Vader grunted and slid one hand up to the nape of her neck, pulling her back in close to crush her lips against his. This time Preitha took control, thrusting her tongue into his mouth with uncommon aggressiveness. The Sith Lord responded in kind, warring with her for domination. Her hands continued their languorous exploration of his torso; even as her tongue assaulted his mouth, as she ground herself against him. He loved the intensity of it, the wealth of sensations she was creating. He let her control the kiss - let her control everything - knowing full well how fleeting control could be.

“Still not hungry?” he asked with a grin when she finally broke contact.

“Not for that,” she answered sexily, tongue snaking out to lick at her swollen lips. Her hands were tracing his sides now, then they ran along the collar of his bodysuit. He smiled as he realized she was searching for a way to remove the garment. After the third failed attempt she growled in frustration and looked up at him expectantly.

“Problem?” he inquired, blue eyes sparkling, one hairless eyebrow arched with casual innocence.

“I want this off,” she stated matter-of-factly. Even distracted by the task of disrobing him, her hips had not stilled their gentle, insistent rocking.

“Ladies’ first.”

He set his hands on her thighs and slid them up to her waist, pushing the silken fabric northwards. Preitha immediately pulled the dress up over her head and let it drift to the floor. She leaned in for another kiss, but Vader stopped her, holding her at arms length to study her for the first time with an unaided gaze. His eyes swept over her petite figure hungrily, lingering on the swell of her breasts and the dark patch of curls nestled between her legs. Then he leaned forward and dipped his head, nipping and licking at the alabaster skin.

His mouth locked onto one nipple and he held the small bud in his teeth, flicking it lightly with his tongue. Metal fingers closed over her other breast, pinching the swollen peak in time with his mouth’s movements. The contrasting sensations of cold metal and wet warmth were overwhelming and Preitha arched her back, holding onto his shoulders desperately.

Vader’s other hand slipped down her stomach and his thumb settled atop the bundle of nerves between her thighs, teasing the swollen bud with firm, circular strokes. She let out a sharp cry and tightened her grip on his shoulders, digging her nails into the thin fabric of his bodysuit.

“Please,” she begged. “Take it ‘off’!”

“Up with you, then,” he said, pulling away from her and patting her thigh. She sighed and slid off of his lap to stand on shaky legs in front of him. He took a moment to admire her before standing as well. “Actually,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the door, “I believe we would be more comfortable continuing this elsewhere.”

Across the hall from the study was a large bedroom. The bed occupied most of the space, and Vader gestured for her to get on it as he finally removed the bodysuit. Preitha climbed into the bed, rolling onto her back to watch him.

His torso was pale and well developed, each ridge of muscle clearly defined. In the center of his chest, fused into the flesh was a black box, dotted with switches and controls. His body, like his face, was covered in old scars, but they added to his beauty rather than detracted from it; a testament to battles won – and lost. His arms transitioned seamlessly from flesh into metal, and to Preitha it looked so natural that she could not imagine that he hadn’t been born that way. The same was true of his legs, one above and one below the knee. His cock curved upwards and away from his body, a long, thick pink shaft with a darker, flared head.

Preitha felt her cheeks flush with sudden embarassment. She sat up and reached for him, wanting to feel his weight on top of her, wanting him to fill her; wanting a distraction from the sight of his male beauty. Vader took her outstretched hand and allowed her to pull him onto the bed. He hid a smirk at the notion of her attempting to overpower him physically.

“No,” he said as she tried to pull his body over hers. “Not yet.” His voice had deepened slightly, thickening with lust. He knelt between her thighs and hooked her legs over his shoulders, turning his head to graze his teeth against the skin of her inner thighs.

She whimpered when his warm breath stirred the curls of her sex, felt her womb flutter in anticipation. He traced the outer lips with his tongue, sliding up one side, and then down the other. His hands held her waist firmly, keeping her still when she tried to press herself against him. He teased her, pushing gently into her slick heat before moving to her clit, already swollen and exposed.

Preitha felt one finger slide into her and begin to move in and out as Vader closed his mouth over the tiny bud of her clit; felt a second finger enter her when he began to suck while swirling his tongue in tiny circles.

“Vader… Vader…” she was moaning his name over and over, gripping the sheets in clenched fists.

*Come for me, Preitha,* he whispered in her mind. His fingers curled upward to stroke her g-spot while his tongue increased its’ pressure against her. He was rewarded with a rush of fluid as she climaxed. Her moans transitioned into wordless cries and she bucked her hips wildly.

He moved himself up her body, but didn’t remove his fingers from her creamy sex, didn’t allow her to come down from the plateau of her orgasm. She kissed him greedily, tasting herself on his tongue and, with a final gliding caress, he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his cock. He was not gentle – in one swift, fluid motion he hilted and, allowing no time for either of them to catch their breath, he began to thrust into her. She immediately came again; her muscles milking his prick with enough force that he almost climaxed as well.

Vader held himself perfectly still, wrapping his arms around her back and crushing her against him. She mewled loudly and tried to move her hips, but he stopped her.

“Don’t. Move,” he ordered, his words an agonized whisper against her ear.

Preitha obediently froze. His breath was ragged, and he remained immobile for a second or two until he felt he’d regained some small measure of control. Gradually he began to move within her again, but slowly this time, gently. He wanted it to last.

She locked her ankles around the small of his back, rising up eagerly to meet each stroke. It was inevitable, though, that the pleasure would continue to build, and again they approached released; Vader’s rhythm became faster, rougher. He didn’t want to give in completely, didn’t want to hurt her if he lost all control.

“Don’t,” she gasped. “Don’t hold back.”

He groaned and grabbed one of her legs, hooking it over the crook of his elbow. Preitha’s ass angled up off the bed as he slammed into her. The change in position was subtle, but effective; every thrust stroked her just right. She began to tremble uncontrollably, started to make the low, keening sounds that he now knew signaled her imminent release.

When he felt her muscles contract around him, his cock swelled with the approach of his own orgasm. Bending his head to her breast he took one tight nipple into his mouth and bit down – hard.

The scream ripped itself from her throat as her orgasm began, half-pleasure, half-pain; the conflicting sensations seemed to feed off one another until they became indivisible. She didn’t fight either of them, she simply… gave in.

Her surrender was the trigger for Vader’s own breaking point, and his release tore through him with unrelenting intensity. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his chest, cradling her head to his shoulder.

When the waves of pleasure subsided he eased her back down to the bed and kissed her, stroking her hair, gentle once more. Preitha could taste her blood in his mouth, could feel a dull throb of pain in her breast where he’d bitten her. That was sure to leave a mark – which was, she realized, likely the point.

“How badly did I hurt you?” he asked, pulling away from her and rolling onto his back.

“You didn’t,” she lied, settling her head against his heartbeat.

“There’s no point in lying to someone who can read your thoughts, little one,” he admonished.

“Okay, it hurt,” she confessed, then added truthfully, “but I didn’t mind.”

Vader smiled and kissed her forehead. She was his now; she’d seen his true face and, rather than shun him as he’d expected, she’d embraced him. Yes, he would definitely keep her.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“No, you don’t,” he replied, but there was no anger or malice in it.

“Yes,” she insisted, clinging to him. “Yes, I do.”