Surrender
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,705
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Surrender
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Surrender
It was wrong. All wrong.
They tumbled into his room, wrapped around each other, no longer under the scrutiny of their crew or peers, or even the Nine Families. She still seemed as delicate as she ever had done, a cruel deception that had thwarted him often in his youth, underestimating her power and determination to best him.
Today, they had been victorious against Chaf’orm’bintrano, a dangerous gamble that could have gone either way in their favour. But dangerous risks also bought great benefits, such as this. It had come full circle, they had met, parted, and again they had met. Last time it had been life changing, and again, he knew it would be.
But she would also have to leave again.
She pressed him against the wall, her hair mused and out of place, red eyes alight with a fiery passion, likely to explode at any moment. It made him feel….hot. Powerful. Hard. He cast aside all thoughts but her.
They kissed again, another life-giving kiss, her tongue tempting him into her mouth as he careful bit her lower lip, causing her to both moan into his mouth and press herself harder to him. He had ached for this for years, to have her here, like this, as an equal.
“It’s been so long, Thrawn…” Her voice was a whisper, lips twitching by his ear, eyes glowing slits framed by long lashes, mouth gently parted. Her hands grasped his jacket, and he doubted he had ever seen so erotic a sight in all his life.
“Not so long, Ar’alani, that I can’t still recall your every detail…”
It was no lie, even if her face did change to a shade of purple. There had been no-one else, no one else at all, since that last kiss on Csilla, before he had been labelled a Trial-Born.
She still felt the same, though. She may be dressed in white now, and he may have a few more inches on her height, but she was still as taunt, still as rounded and soft under his fingers.
“You always had a way with words, I knew back then…” He closed the gap between them, not wanting to hear words of gratification, needing so much more from her pretty mouth than speech.
It was perfect now. They were equal. He closed his eyes, savouring their contact, the long-forgotten sensations she caused reawakened, her hand dallying around the silver buckle on his belt, fingers ghosting over his crotch.
“No more talk, Ar’alani…” He ran a finger over her lip, allowing the tip inside of her mouth, her tongue carefully running along it in a sensual movement as her hand took a firm grip on his crotch. He stopped his sigh somewhere in his throat; her eyes widened as the noise became a soft growl.
“You know I never obey anyone….” An almost cruel smile was upon her lips as she wrenched him from the wall and propelled him towards the bed, hands akin to claws. He landed with a soft thump, eyes on her as she fell upon him. “…But that I always return the compliment to those who obey me…”
She was an animal now, or so he thought, lost in her own passion, the mask she wore but rarely, and only for him. Ar’alani was never more glorious then now, slender body wrapped over his own, taking her pleasure from him.
He groaned as her hands finally released his zip; she always had perfect timing, knew when to touch in order to make him react. Lips, mouth, tongue, every part of her seemed to conspire to bring him down, to make him subordinate to her again.
But there was always a fight for dominance. And between them, there always would be.
Surprising her, he yanked her upwards, in much the same way as she had pushed him down, and threw her under him, forcing her into the mattress. She continued to writhe, but whether it was to throw him off or for her own enjoyment, it was not clear.
He remained still, arms locked in place, until she began to calm down, chest rising hard and fast against his, dipping and rising in a tantalising arousing way. How much better it would feel when they had divulged all of their uniform…
“Come on, Fuck me if you dare, I want to feel you, deep down…”Her vulgar speech should have disgusted him; instead, they had the opposite effect, the words addressing something a lot more basic and a lot more prominent than mannerisms. Kissing her again, they both used their hands to yank her trousers down. He stopped when he realised she wore no panties.
“Did you want this? Have you been dreaming of this? Hoping that you’d get the opportunity alone with me…?” She called loudly as his fingers slipped inside of her, revelling in the wet warm, the stray ring finger tauntingly flickering around her clit. He swallowed her protestations down, lips pressed tightly to hers.
“I waited for you, if you’re not man enough…if you’re not strong enough…”
His eyes and anger flared up as her wicked smile widened; positioning himself between her parted legs. He was not kind as he slammed into her, not that she wanted him to be. Her cry of pain made him pause for a few moments, allowing her time to adjust. It felt surreal to him that they had stopped in the middle of such intimacy for a second of repose.
They began again, but did not stop again, keening noises from her parted lips encouraging him on, adding to the thick tension between them. She closed her legs carefully, clenching tight around him, almost causing him to choke at the overwhelming sensation. Sharp nails dug into his back, bruising fingers grasped her thighs as feeling reached a new height and definition for them.
“I waited…don’t make me have waited in vain…gods...Thrawn!”
He came hard, her voice shattering the breaking state of equilibrium inside his mind. He hissed, reaching to grasp Ar’alani tightly to him, feeling her hold onto him and kiss him deeply, drinking him in.
They were both remarkably quiet, lying together, deeply breathing and entangled, lips within touching distance. A few minutes later, Thrawn reached out a hand to her face.
“So, was it worth waiting for?” she leaned forward again, drawing him into a kiss, holding his arms down. He found he did not mind so much, and continued. Morning would come, but they still had 7 hours before she would be expected to leave for Csilla. They would meet again, he was confident of that now.
How else could the circle continue?
Surrender
It was wrong. All wrong.
They tumbled into his room, wrapped around each other, no longer under the scrutiny of their crew or peers, or even the Nine Families. She still seemed as delicate as she ever had done, a cruel deception that had thwarted him often in his youth, underestimating her power and determination to best him.
Today, they had been victorious against Chaf’orm’bintrano, a dangerous gamble that could have gone either way in their favour. But dangerous risks also bought great benefits, such as this. It had come full circle, they had met, parted, and again they had met. Last time it had been life changing, and again, he knew it would be.
But she would also have to leave again.
She pressed him against the wall, her hair mused and out of place, red eyes alight with a fiery passion, likely to explode at any moment. It made him feel….hot. Powerful. Hard. He cast aside all thoughts but her.
They kissed again, another life-giving kiss, her tongue tempting him into her mouth as he careful bit her lower lip, causing her to both moan into his mouth and press herself harder to him. He had ached for this for years, to have her here, like this, as an equal.
“It’s been so long, Thrawn…” Her voice was a whisper, lips twitching by his ear, eyes glowing slits framed by long lashes, mouth gently parted. Her hands grasped his jacket, and he doubted he had ever seen so erotic a sight in all his life.
“Not so long, Ar’alani, that I can’t still recall your every detail…”
It was no lie, even if her face did change to a shade of purple. There had been no-one else, no one else at all, since that last kiss on Csilla, before he had been labelled a Trial-Born.
She still felt the same, though. She may be dressed in white now, and he may have a few more inches on her height, but she was still as taunt, still as rounded and soft under his fingers.
“You always had a way with words, I knew back then…” He closed the gap between them, not wanting to hear words of gratification, needing so much more from her pretty mouth than speech.
It was perfect now. They were equal. He closed his eyes, savouring their contact, the long-forgotten sensations she caused reawakened, her hand dallying around the silver buckle on his belt, fingers ghosting over his crotch.
“No more talk, Ar’alani…” He ran a finger over her lip, allowing the tip inside of her mouth, her tongue carefully running along it in a sensual movement as her hand took a firm grip on his crotch. He stopped his sigh somewhere in his throat; her eyes widened as the noise became a soft growl.
“You know I never obey anyone….” An almost cruel smile was upon her lips as she wrenched him from the wall and propelled him towards the bed, hands akin to claws. He landed with a soft thump, eyes on her as she fell upon him. “…But that I always return the compliment to those who obey me…”
She was an animal now, or so he thought, lost in her own passion, the mask she wore but rarely, and only for him. Ar’alani was never more glorious then now, slender body wrapped over his own, taking her pleasure from him.
He groaned as her hands finally released his zip; she always had perfect timing, knew when to touch in order to make him react. Lips, mouth, tongue, every part of her seemed to conspire to bring him down, to make him subordinate to her again.
But there was always a fight for dominance. And between them, there always would be.
Surprising her, he yanked her upwards, in much the same way as she had pushed him down, and threw her under him, forcing her into the mattress. She continued to writhe, but whether it was to throw him off or for her own enjoyment, it was not clear.
He remained still, arms locked in place, until she began to calm down, chest rising hard and fast against his, dipping and rising in a tantalising arousing way. How much better it would feel when they had divulged all of their uniform…
“Come on, Fuck me if you dare, I want to feel you, deep down…”Her vulgar speech should have disgusted him; instead, they had the opposite effect, the words addressing something a lot more basic and a lot more prominent than mannerisms. Kissing her again, they both used their hands to yank her trousers down. He stopped when he realised she wore no panties.
“Did you want this? Have you been dreaming of this? Hoping that you’d get the opportunity alone with me…?” She called loudly as his fingers slipped inside of her, revelling in the wet warm, the stray ring finger tauntingly flickering around her clit. He swallowed her protestations down, lips pressed tightly to hers.
“I waited for you, if you’re not man enough…if you’re not strong enough…”
His eyes and anger flared up as her wicked smile widened; positioning himself between her parted legs. He was not kind as he slammed into her, not that she wanted him to be. Her cry of pain made him pause for a few moments, allowing her time to adjust. It felt surreal to him that they had stopped in the middle of such intimacy for a second of repose.
They began again, but did not stop again, keening noises from her parted lips encouraging him on, adding to the thick tension between them. She closed her legs carefully, clenching tight around him, almost causing him to choke at the overwhelming sensation. Sharp nails dug into his back, bruising fingers grasped her thighs as feeling reached a new height and definition for them.
“I waited…don’t make me have waited in vain…gods...Thrawn!”
He came hard, her voice shattering the breaking state of equilibrium inside his mind. He hissed, reaching to grasp Ar’alani tightly to him, feeling her hold onto him and kiss him deeply, drinking him in.
They were both remarkably quiet, lying together, deeply breathing and entangled, lips within touching distance. A few minutes later, Thrawn reached out a hand to her face.
“So, was it worth waiting for?” she leaned forward again, drawing him into a kiss, holding his arms down. He found he did not mind so much, and continued. Morning would come, but they still had 7 hours before she would be expected to leave for Csilla. They would meet again, he was confident of that now.
How else could the circle continue?