Serving The Goddess

Title: Serving The Goddess
Author: DantanaSkywalker
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smutfic
Summary: Jaina's posing as Yun-Harla. She needs a manservant. Sequel to "Master And Apprentice"
Author's Notes: The characters in this story do not belong to me and are not used with permission. No copyright infringement is intended with my use of them.

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Jaina was so very bored.

It was late, she couldn't go to the hangar to work on anything . . . not that e wae was anything to work on, even if they'd let her. She wanted a better diversion than that, though.

She could find and torment Jag Fel some more, that would have been interesting. It was so much fun to make the cool, reserved Imperial angry. But the arguments always ended with him stalking off . . . not what she would have wanted.

Lying sprawled on the bed in her quarters, Jaina propped one knee up, and rested the other leg over it, so her foot stuck up in the air. She examined the effects of her freshly polished toenails. It wasn't something she normally did, polish her nails. But she'd been just as bored earlier, and it had killed some time.

It reminded her of her conversation earlier with Sharr and Piggy. They said she needed a servant, someone to do her bidding, to . . . clean under her nails.

Someone like Kyp Durron.

A slow grin spread across her pretty features as she thought of the various ways in which she could make use of Kyp. Primary in her mind was a recollection of their trip between Gallinore and Hapes the month before. That had been both informative and divertive. And they hadn't played their little master-and-apprentice game in so long . . .

Well, now, it wouldn't be master-and-apprentice, but goddess-and-servant.

Her grin widened. She wondered if he'd be . . . up . . . for it.

Jaina remembered the feel of him and a shiver ran through her.

She sat up and perched on the edge of the bed, thinking for a moment. She couldn't very well go to his quarters; Goddesses didn't do that. But she could certainly summon him to hers.

She reached for her commlink. He answered immediately, as if expecting her. Maybe he had been.

"Kyp, could you meet me in my quarters? I have something I want to discuss with you."

"Yes, Great One."

"Excellent."

Tossing the commlink aside, she rose and went to the trunk at the end of her bed, where her clothing was. There were several pieces in her wardrobe that she'd brought from Hapes that she could certainly make use of now.

The one she chose was blue, incredibly sheer, which a green shimmer. It closed with a dark green sash around the waist and had long, flowing sleeves. There really wasn't a point to the closure, since every detail was visible through the soft fabric.

She changed into the shimmering robe. It felt delicious on her skin. She was sick of flightsuits; this was perfect.

The chime at her door signalled Kyp's arrival; she reached out with the Force just to make sure. Yes, it was him.

"Come in," Jaina called. "And lock it behind you."

Kyp Durron stepped in, doing as instructed, and then he looked up.

His commlink hit the floor with a clatter.

"I take it you like it?"

He wasn't really sure how to respond. It was immediately obvious why she'd called him here, and part of him thought he should be offended at her casual assumption that he'd perform on command, but as long as it was him she was summoning and not Fel . . .

Her rosy nipples peaked against the fabric, the little round tips straining the sheer mesh. Her breasts were fuller than when he'd last seen them. Force, had it really been a month? No, not a month. They'd stolen an encounter shortly before the Yuuzhan Vong attack on Hapes, and then another two on the flight here to Borleias. It had been difficult avoiding Lowbacca. Nearly three weeks, then.

His dark green eyes slid over her, past the tie at her waist, which was knotted loosely at her hip, not in front. The gown fell open at her waist and brushed the floor. She'd shaved off the brown curls and was completely bare.

Kyp swallowed hard.

"I'm normally like this," she said, moving towards him. "But between the mission to Myrkr and everything, I didn't have the chance until recently. Do you like it?"

"Uh, I don't know. I . . . maybe."

"Hmm." She turned away and walked back over to the bed, giving him a clear view of her posterior and her trim back. Jaina sat on the bed and crossed her legs, giving him a very nice glimpse of what he dearly missed.

If Fel had been anywhere near her, Kyp would remove something the younger man needed.

"I've called you here because . . . I need a manservant."

"A manservant?"

"Yes, someone to . . . do the things a goddess shouldn't have to do herself. Sharr and Piggy wanted Jag, but Jag was very sweet and suggested you. If he knew about Hapes, I don't think he would have." She grinned. "Basically, this servant would do my bidding, carry things for me, that kind of thing."

"And you want me to be your servant? How nice of you to ask."

Her grin turned positively feral. "Kyp . . . it wouldn't just be in public."

That, he had to admit, had its possibilities.

She stood up and walked over to him. Jaina rubbed his erection through his pants. He'd had it since he'd seen her outfit. She unfastened the zipper and reached in, wrapping her fingers around the hot, firm flesh.

"If it makes you . . . feel better . . . you could audition."

He grinned. She was in a very playful mood. "And what would my private duties entail, Goddess?"

"Pleasing me in . . . whatever manner I require, of course."

"I can do that."

Her smile was sly. "I'm sure you can. Now . . . take everything off."

Kyp undressed rapidly. When he stood naked before her, Jaina slowly circled him. She definitely liked what she saw. Of course, she'd liked it every time she'd seen his body, but three weeks was a very long time.

"Very well, you pass this test." She ran her fingers over his erection, circling the head and rubbing her thumb over the tip. "But before I accept you as my servant, I'll need to make sure we're . . . compatible."

Kyp could recall perfectly just how "compatible" they were.

He grabbed the sash of her robe and pulled her forward as he moved over to the chair at her desk. Sitting, he pulled her to stand between his knees. His lips closed over her nipple, through the fabric, as his fingers found the smooth flesh between her thighs. Sighing, Jaina closed her eyes, running her fingers through his dark hair.

she could only stand so much teasing in the mood she was in. Jaina pulled back after a minute or two and gave him an imperious look.

"Stand up," she ordered.

He stood.

Jaina untied the sash and dropped the gown on the floor. Kyp felt like a starving man as the guest of honour at a feast. He followed her to the bed. Jaina crawled forward, then looked over her shoulder at him, rather impishly.

Still feeling a little silly, Kyp asked, "What do you require, Great One?"

"Pleasure me, Kyp," she told him. she leaned forward on her elbows, her behind in the air.

Kyp understood very quickly. He got up he bhe bed and knelt behind her. Sliding a finger into her, and then another, he stroked her until she was dripping, moaning and thrusting back against his hand. Then he took a moment to rub her wetness on his penis as lubricant. Taking hold of her hips, he entered her with a smooth stroke.

Jaina grunted into the pillow she was clutching. He was being very deliberate in this, much slower than their last encounter, which had been a frenzied mating crammed into the sonic 'fresher on the transport shuttle fifteen minutes before they'd landed on Borleias.

She didn't like this position. It was too submissive for a supposed goddess. Sighing, she pushed up on her hands. Kyp leaned over her, bracing himself on his fists, and kissed the nape of her neck. Jaina shuddered, closing her eyes for a moment before she pulled away, dislodging him.

"What-" he started to ask, but she placed her fingers against his mouth, stilling him.

Then she shoved him on his back and straddled his hips. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Jaina sank down, impaling herself on his erection. Much better!

Grinning at her aggressiveness, Kyp grasped her waist, holding her upright as she rode him, her breasts bouncing. He certainly enjoyed the view. Their rhythm was synced almost instantly, Kyp thrusting to meet her. He wondered if she noticed, or if this, like the ease with which they bonded mentally, was something else she was trying to ignore.

He decided it wasn't something to ponder in the throes of passion.

Jaina ran her fingers over his chest as she rose and fell above him. She grinned, then moaned as he reached down and began thumbing her clitoris. Her breathing deepenShe She started rocking in place, her eyes closed.

She bit her lip, not wanting to cry out and possibly attract unwanted attention. Kyp made her feel things she'd never known were possible. Her previous experience consisted of one or two encounters with Zekk when she was sixteen. This was vastly different.

Kyp watched her face, familiar with her enough now that he could tell when she was approaching her climax. She was very close. He applied a little more pressure and she fell apart around him, shuddering and whimpering.

He rolled her beneath him then. Jaina was more than willing to let him take control. A lethargy had taken hold of her. Closing her eyes again, she sighed, wrapping her arms around him, her legs around him, and let him move within her.

Ordinarily, she would have protested this level of intimacy, because there was something more to this than their previous encounters. But right now, it was what she needed, so she didn't care.

Kyp braced on his elbows and pulled her arms off his shoulders, pressing them to the mattress by her head, twining his fingers through hers. He captured her mouth, a slow meld that sent a shudder from her head to her toes.

There was something heady about having his body pressed full-length to hers. It was more erotic, somehow, feeling his hips against hers, his stomach against hers, his chest against hers. He was being tender, careful, his thrusts a slow roll against her.

The tension was building in her again. Jaina sighed and stretched her legs out, alongside his. She opened her eyes. Heavy-lidded green eyes met her gaze, dark with passion. And more. The depf emf emotion she saw there should have frightened her, but it didn't.

He kissed her throat, then again just under her ear. She arched under him, sighing his name.

This time there was no earth-shattering explosion. It was more like a warm tide rolling over her, carrying her away. Jaina opened her eyes as the feeling ebbed and watched Kyp's face. His eyes were closed now, his mouth slack. He hadn't once altered his rhythm; she admired his pacing and stamina.

Jaina smiled, watching the play of emotions across his features. She drew her legs up, holding his hips, moved a little to urge him on. His hands clenched hers and he broke, moving deeper and harder. Then he froze, motionless, and she felt him pulse within.

Slowly, they rolled to the side, him still inside. Jaina hooked her right leg over his hip and pulled the sheet up to cover t

"Did I pass?" Kyp asked lazily. He trailed a finger over her collar bone.

Jaina's smile was slow and sweet. "Oh, yeah. You passed."

He pulled her to him and tucked her head against his shoulder. "Good."

She snuggled closer and sighed.

Suddenly, being the Goddess didn't seem so bad.

As she drifted off to sleep, she almost thought she heard him say, "I love you."

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