Sandstorm
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,098
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 11
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Sandstorm
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Star Wars characters or movies (unfortunately) and am not making any money from this (even bigger unfortunately)
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com!
Chapter 11
Arsha leaned over and met his lips harshly as he wrapped an arm around her and dragged her to lie partially on top of him. Her fingers traced patterns down over the smooth muscles of his stomach, travelling gradually lower till they met the base of his manhood. She was in no mood whatsoever for silly little games. His eyes snapped open as her hand closed about him lightly and began a gentle stroke that somehow managed to hit every single right spot. His back arched as she increased the tempo, his eyes widened further and his breathing hitched before resuming at an increased gasp. This was far more primitive than he was used to, but he most certainly was not about to complain at the stars flashing in his vision accompanied by the almost stabbing pleasure that ricocheted through his veins.
Obi-Wan quickly smacked her hand away from him and reversed their positions till he was lying between her legs. He needed more and wanted it as soon as he could gather the courage. He bit at her neck lightly as she wrapped her arms about his shoulders, grateful that he had finally gotten the message. He whispered nonsensical words against her throat as he rocked his hips against hers wantonly, temporarily blinded by the recent administrations.
Arsha’s eyes slid closed in anticipation only to feel Obi-Wan wriggle down her body slightly; she glanced down at him just as his mouth encased her right nipple. It was her turn to arch and be left breathless by the unexpected white fire that coursed through her veins. Obi-Wan quickly switched to the other nipple and gave that the same attention as his fingers traced patterns over her hip.
“Ah, Obi-Wan I want you… now… please!” Arsha whispered, trying to tug him back up and surprising herself in the sudden onset of need. He caught her wrist and with an unusually cocky smile, pressed a kiss to the pulse that beat there. She wriggled underneath him and excruciatingly slowly he eased himself up till their hips were back in contact.
Obi-Wan paused for a second to gain control, which was almost lost again as Arsha wrapped her legs about his hips, determined to prevent him from even contemplating the meaning of the word control. A Jedi had too much of that anyway; she reasoned she was doing them both a favour by deciding against its application. Slowly he eased himself into her willing body and they both sighed with relief at the sensation. He traced a fingertip down the side of her face and smiled wistfully before flexing his hips slightly.
She arched up into his thrusts and met him every time with a shiver of pleasure. Sitting up slightly, she wrapped one arm about his shoulders while the other supported her, allowing her the freedom to kiss every inch of his face, throat and shoulders as he sought to find them both release. Arsha tightened her muscles around him and he jumped forwards with the sudden increase in heat and desire. She smirked at him, boastful at her ability and he glared back biting his lip furiously to regain some control, the Jedi in him chiding in annoyance. One hand slipped down to grasp her thigh, shifting it up higher and letting him seek a different angle. Her breath hitched and she arched almost violently against him as his cock rubbed repeatedly over that all-important internal spot.
“That’s cheating,” she gasped as she slowly recovered from the initial impact of the touch.
“Oh, and what you did was fair?” Obi-Wan sniped back. Arsha chuckled in amusement, mildly surprised at his sudden boldness. Obi-Wan quickly removed the amusement by adopting a quicker pace. The arm wrapped about his shoulders gripped tighter and she pressed her forehead against his throat as wildfire began to streak through her nerves, veins and muscles.
She gasped sharply as the first tidal wave of pleasure ripped through her and she held on to Obi-Wan tightly as if he were a lifeline, whispering his name repeatedly. His grasp on her hip tightened to bruising proportions as he was dragged along with her as her muscles contracted and tore his own orgasm from him with a shout of her name before he lost all coherent thought.
:/
The door opened slowly and Arsha sat up abruptly from the sofa, the datapad she had been perusing almost falling to the ground. A tall Twi’lek male stepped in; she immediately sobered up and waited for him to introduce himself. He closed the door behind him, his eyes resting on her. “So you are Arsha… the little assassin.”
“Ferlo?” Arsha queried warily. The Twi’lek nodded, his eyes leaving hers temporarily to gaze around the apartment suspiciously.
“That I am. Now, I have your mission statement from the Master himself.” He held out a datapad, a small bag concealed underneath. “I also have a little present from the Hutts. They send word that once this contract is finished, they have one for you. One which will require your particular skills.” Arsha nodded, taking the small datapad and bag. The door opened once more and she swiftly tucked both down the front of her jacket. Obi-Wan paused in surprise at the presence of the Twi’lek Master.
“Jedi Master Ferlo. Is there something I can assist you with?” Obi-Wan enquired politely as he placed a few datapads onto the table. The Twi’lek stood straighter and shook his head.
“I came to see how your Padawan was progressing. I did not realise you had a guest or I would not have come. I shall leave you now.” Ferlo bowed slightly, followed by Obi-Wan’s graceful but curt bow his eyes never leaving the Twi-lek’s. Both Obi-Wan and Arsha’s eyes followed his retreating back and rested on the door for several seconds after his departure. Arsha excused herself quickly and slipped into the refresher. The datapad and small satchel of glitterstim were swiftly concealed behind a loose tile she had found – or rather forced - in her last trip to the small room.
Title: Sandstorm
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Star Wars characters or movies (unfortunately) and am not making any money from this (even bigger unfortunately)
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com!
Chapter 11
Arsha leaned over and met his lips harshly as he wrapped an arm around her and dragged her to lie partially on top of him. Her fingers traced patterns down over the smooth muscles of his stomach, travelling gradually lower till they met the base of his manhood. She was in no mood whatsoever for silly little games. His eyes snapped open as her hand closed about him lightly and began a gentle stroke that somehow managed to hit every single right spot. His back arched as she increased the tempo, his eyes widened further and his breathing hitched before resuming at an increased gasp. This was far more primitive than he was used to, but he most certainly was not about to complain at the stars flashing in his vision accompanied by the almost stabbing pleasure that ricocheted through his veins.
Obi-Wan quickly smacked her hand away from him and reversed their positions till he was lying between her legs. He needed more and wanted it as soon as he could gather the courage. He bit at her neck lightly as she wrapped her arms about his shoulders, grateful that he had finally gotten the message. He whispered nonsensical words against her throat as he rocked his hips against hers wantonly, temporarily blinded by the recent administrations.
Arsha’s eyes slid closed in anticipation only to feel Obi-Wan wriggle down her body slightly; she glanced down at him just as his mouth encased her right nipple. It was her turn to arch and be left breathless by the unexpected white fire that coursed through her veins. Obi-Wan quickly switched to the other nipple and gave that the same attention as his fingers traced patterns over her hip.
“Ah, Obi-Wan I want you… now… please!” Arsha whispered, trying to tug him back up and surprising herself in the sudden onset of need. He caught her wrist and with an unusually cocky smile, pressed a kiss to the pulse that beat there. She wriggled underneath him and excruciatingly slowly he eased himself up till their hips were back in contact.
Obi-Wan paused for a second to gain control, which was almost lost again as Arsha wrapped her legs about his hips, determined to prevent him from even contemplating the meaning of the word control. A Jedi had too much of that anyway; she reasoned she was doing them both a favour by deciding against its application. Slowly he eased himself into her willing body and they both sighed with relief at the sensation. He traced a fingertip down the side of her face and smiled wistfully before flexing his hips slightly.
She arched up into his thrusts and met him every time with a shiver of pleasure. Sitting up slightly, she wrapped one arm about his shoulders while the other supported her, allowing her the freedom to kiss every inch of his face, throat and shoulders as he sought to find them both release. Arsha tightened her muscles around him and he jumped forwards with the sudden increase in heat and desire. She smirked at him, boastful at her ability and he glared back biting his lip furiously to regain some control, the Jedi in him chiding in annoyance. One hand slipped down to grasp her thigh, shifting it up higher and letting him seek a different angle. Her breath hitched and she arched almost violently against him as his cock rubbed repeatedly over that all-important internal spot.
“That’s cheating,” she gasped as she slowly recovered from the initial impact of the touch.
“Oh, and what you did was fair?” Obi-Wan sniped back. Arsha chuckled in amusement, mildly surprised at his sudden boldness. Obi-Wan quickly removed the amusement by adopting a quicker pace. The arm wrapped about his shoulders gripped tighter and she pressed her forehead against his throat as wildfire began to streak through her nerves, veins and muscles.
She gasped sharply as the first tidal wave of pleasure ripped through her and she held on to Obi-Wan tightly as if he were a lifeline, whispering his name repeatedly. His grasp on her hip tightened to bruising proportions as he was dragged along with her as her muscles contracted and tore his own orgasm from him with a shout of her name before he lost all coherent thought.
:/
The door opened slowly and Arsha sat up abruptly from the sofa, the datapad she had been perusing almost falling to the ground. A tall Twi’lek male stepped in; she immediately sobered up and waited for him to introduce himself. He closed the door behind him, his eyes resting on her. “So you are Arsha… the little assassin.”
“Ferlo?” Arsha queried warily. The Twi’lek nodded, his eyes leaving hers temporarily to gaze around the apartment suspiciously.
“That I am. Now, I have your mission statement from the Master himself.” He held out a datapad, a small bag concealed underneath. “I also have a little present from the Hutts. They send word that once this contract is finished, they have one for you. One which will require your particular skills.” Arsha nodded, taking the small datapad and bag. The door opened once more and she swiftly tucked both down the front of her jacket. Obi-Wan paused in surprise at the presence of the Twi’lek Master.
“Jedi Master Ferlo. Is there something I can assist you with?” Obi-Wan enquired politely as he placed a few datapads onto the table. The Twi’lek stood straighter and shook his head.
“I came to see how your Padawan was progressing. I did not realise you had a guest or I would not have come. I shall leave you now.” Ferlo bowed slightly, followed by Obi-Wan’s graceful but curt bow his eyes never leaving the Twi-lek’s. Both Obi-Wan and Arsha’s eyes followed his retreating back and rested on the door for several seconds after his departure. Arsha excused herself quickly and slipped into the refresher. The datapad and small satchel of glitterstim were swiftly concealed behind a loose tile she had found – or rather forced - in her last trip to the small room.