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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,060
Reviews:
1
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.
Alignment
Title: Alignment
Rating: ummm…High?
Disclaimer: I do not own SW and I never will unless it turns out I’m George Lucas’ long-lost daughter. Ha. I’m just playing with these characters, and will return them responsible unhurt afterwards…Also, the Lyrics are from Lordi’s ‘Who’s Your Daddy?’
Drask and Chak are both consenting adults. Honest.
Dedicated to the amazing SmutSailorLarissa. Becase we all want and need to see these army types take their clothes off once in a while
Alignment
I break your will,
I'll break your will for good
I treat you like a brute
Who's your daddy,
say , who's you daddy?
Who puts you in your place?
Who's your daddy,
bitch, who's your daddy?
Surrender and obey, who's your daddy?
“If you’re expecting kisses and sweet nothings, I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong Chiss.” Drask did not look up from what he was doing, more or less ignoring Chak. The human walked across the ready room, unfazed. What more could he expect from th3e Chiss species, so utterly cold and self-absorbed, how
“That’s not what I expect at all. Though I did hope you’d look at me when I spoke to you” A hand struck Chak across the face and almost to the floor; the Chiss deceptively strong. Not remaining down long, Chak regained his balance and his height, returning the glare of red eyes. It didn’t quite have the same effect; Drask’s eyes seemed to smoulder demonically in the half light, unnatural and holding incredible power.
Chak stood, dishevelled and visibly weakened. His uniform had been ripped, half hanging from his body, the adornments and trim ripped off in mockery of his rank. Drask remained impeccable in his black CEDF uniform, adding to his air of arrogance. There was nothing that would give more pleasure than to beat him down, lie him on his stomach and fuck him hard, up the-
“Take your foul eyes from me, filth!” His vice held an unpleasant sneer, his upper lip curling in disgust, enflaming the elder Chiss.
“You dare to speak to me in such a way, human!”
A foot lashed out, and Chak was unable to fight against gravity as he fell to his knees, blood gushing from his mouth as he exhaled painfully, winded. Drask moved quicker than Chak could follow, wrapping a hand in his short dark hair and yanking backwards. His other hand grasped his wrist, forcing it up his back, restraining him harshly, almost dislocating the limb with his violence.
Despite the pain, he could feel pleasure unfurling violently within, and he didn’t care to fight the arousal growing inside at the cruelty. It seemed perfectly natural, to him, a soldier, to find himself attracted to the dominating, to crave the one who rightly held that immense power over him.
Nirauan had been a different world; The Chiss had always attracted him, something about the way their eyes flashed, or maybe their arrogance. Their low expectations of humans especially amused him. He had always enjoyed overthrowing their low expectations and competing with their Chiss ideals.
Here, on an actual Chiss ship, discipline and suppression were the order of every second of every day. And right at the top, organising such careful regimented time, was Drask and it excited him that one man could wield so much power. Perhaps it ought not to have, but part of the pleasure was in knowing that it was wrong; that he was wrong.
“You say some very unpleasant things, young man…I’m going to have to give you a taste of Chiss discipline!” Drask’s voice whispered in a deep, husky voice, his lips twitching against Chak’s lobe
“You have no right…” Chak began to speak, before Drask threw him to the floor, effectively shutting him up and ending the protestations. Chak felt a hand roughly press his face to the floor, stifling a groan that was forming in his throat.
“You came here of your own free will, child! Do not dare to back down now.” Drask hissed in his ear; Chak bit his lip, feeling the Chiss’ arousal against his thigh, tantalisingly rubbing as teeth buried themselves in his shoulder.
“Don’t call me a child; infants do not play these games.” He managed to spit out breathlessly, gloved hands reaching underneath him, fiddling with his buckle, ripping it from his middle. He gasped as the hand roughly plunged inside of his trousers, fondling him hard.
“Of course not…” Drask spoke thickly, his voice overcome by something. Chak closed his eyes, lashes brushing the floor as he began to adjust to the erratic movements. Off-guard, Drask saw this as an opportunity.
Chak called aloud in pain as his arm made a sick crack; Drask yanked it back again, this time succeeding in dislocating it from its position on Chak’s right, twisting it with a smile, pleasure tingling through him at the pain-filled moans from the human beneath him. It had been a long time…
“If you’re going to make that much noise, I’m going to have to gag you…” the image itself was not displeasing to Drask, but it seemed enough to discourage Chak, his protestations reduced to moans deep in his throat. “I hope you’re ready for me.”
Chak had no time to answer, except with a shriek of pain. Drask really was some kind of sadist, offering no preparation from those gloved fingers. Dreaming about them, and what they would do, how they would smell and taste…too often he had come fantasising about just the Chiss males’ hands…
“Pay attention to me!” He thrust hard and deeply, another volley of pain filled cries coming from Chak’s mouth. “Tsk Tsk, and I thought you were strong?”
Chak groaned, unable to find the words, carried away by the sensation, the pleasure the pain bought finally arriving, washing over his tense body like water. He was acutely aware that Drasks’ hands were bruising his thighs, finding the momentum to carry out the penetration, and he longed for one to reach around, to fondle, tease, rub, touch, squeeze him…
“What is it you want, commander?” Drask’s voice mocked his title, sneering out the word as if it was a curse. “Will you beg for my hand? Will you lower yourself even to that level?”
“Please…Drask…” Chak’s voice called wantonly; he no longer cared aside from anything but the pleasure, the need for a hand on his burning cock.
“Since you asked so prettily…”He gasped as he felt the warm leather-like hand, rubbing roughly, then sinking lower to gently grope. By now, Drask was groaning aloud also, and it wasn’t long before they both collapsed, exhausted and sated.
Chak turned to lie on his side, surprised that Drask still held his waist firmly, and didn’t fight as Drask pulled him closer. Despite the cruelty, it felt nice, the soft haze of sex frittering away happily.
“So what do you make of Chiss discipline, Commander?” Drasks’ voice held nothing but respect now, whispering into the human’s ear, a hand carefully stroking his hair. “Does it compare to your own?”
“It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” Chak felt his heart stop as he said the words as he felt a gentle kiss placed under his ear. Content, they fell asleep in each others arms.
Rating: ummm…High?
Disclaimer: I do not own SW and I never will unless it turns out I’m George Lucas’ long-lost daughter. Ha. I’m just playing with these characters, and will return them responsible unhurt afterwards…Also, the Lyrics are from Lordi’s ‘Who’s Your Daddy?’
Drask and Chak are both consenting adults. Honest.
Dedicated to the amazing SmutSailorLarissa. Becase we all want and need to see these army types take their clothes off once in a while
Alignment
I break your will,
I'll break your will for good
I treat you like a brute
Who's your daddy,
say , who's you daddy?
Who puts you in your place?
Who's your daddy,
bitch, who's your daddy?
Surrender and obey, who's your daddy?
“If you’re expecting kisses and sweet nothings, I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong Chiss.” Drask did not look up from what he was doing, more or less ignoring Chak. The human walked across the ready room, unfazed. What more could he expect from th3e Chiss species, so utterly cold and self-absorbed, how
“That’s not what I expect at all. Though I did hope you’d look at me when I spoke to you” A hand struck Chak across the face and almost to the floor; the Chiss deceptively strong. Not remaining down long, Chak regained his balance and his height, returning the glare of red eyes. It didn’t quite have the same effect; Drask’s eyes seemed to smoulder demonically in the half light, unnatural and holding incredible power.
Chak stood, dishevelled and visibly weakened. His uniform had been ripped, half hanging from his body, the adornments and trim ripped off in mockery of his rank. Drask remained impeccable in his black CEDF uniform, adding to his air of arrogance. There was nothing that would give more pleasure than to beat him down, lie him on his stomach and fuck him hard, up the-
“Take your foul eyes from me, filth!” His vice held an unpleasant sneer, his upper lip curling in disgust, enflaming the elder Chiss.
“You dare to speak to me in such a way, human!”
A foot lashed out, and Chak was unable to fight against gravity as he fell to his knees, blood gushing from his mouth as he exhaled painfully, winded. Drask moved quicker than Chak could follow, wrapping a hand in his short dark hair and yanking backwards. His other hand grasped his wrist, forcing it up his back, restraining him harshly, almost dislocating the limb with his violence.
Despite the pain, he could feel pleasure unfurling violently within, and he didn’t care to fight the arousal growing inside at the cruelty. It seemed perfectly natural, to him, a soldier, to find himself attracted to the dominating, to crave the one who rightly held that immense power over him.
Nirauan had been a different world; The Chiss had always attracted him, something about the way their eyes flashed, or maybe their arrogance. Their low expectations of humans especially amused him. He had always enjoyed overthrowing their low expectations and competing with their Chiss ideals.
Here, on an actual Chiss ship, discipline and suppression were the order of every second of every day. And right at the top, organising such careful regimented time, was Drask and it excited him that one man could wield so much power. Perhaps it ought not to have, but part of the pleasure was in knowing that it was wrong; that he was wrong.
“You say some very unpleasant things, young man…I’m going to have to give you a taste of Chiss discipline!” Drask’s voice whispered in a deep, husky voice, his lips twitching against Chak’s lobe
“You have no right…” Chak began to speak, before Drask threw him to the floor, effectively shutting him up and ending the protestations. Chak felt a hand roughly press his face to the floor, stifling a groan that was forming in his throat.
“You came here of your own free will, child! Do not dare to back down now.” Drask hissed in his ear; Chak bit his lip, feeling the Chiss’ arousal against his thigh, tantalisingly rubbing as teeth buried themselves in his shoulder.
“Don’t call me a child; infants do not play these games.” He managed to spit out breathlessly, gloved hands reaching underneath him, fiddling with his buckle, ripping it from his middle. He gasped as the hand roughly plunged inside of his trousers, fondling him hard.
“Of course not…” Drask spoke thickly, his voice overcome by something. Chak closed his eyes, lashes brushing the floor as he began to adjust to the erratic movements. Off-guard, Drask saw this as an opportunity.
Chak called aloud in pain as his arm made a sick crack; Drask yanked it back again, this time succeeding in dislocating it from its position on Chak’s right, twisting it with a smile, pleasure tingling through him at the pain-filled moans from the human beneath him. It had been a long time…
“If you’re going to make that much noise, I’m going to have to gag you…” the image itself was not displeasing to Drask, but it seemed enough to discourage Chak, his protestations reduced to moans deep in his throat. “I hope you’re ready for me.”
Chak had no time to answer, except with a shriek of pain. Drask really was some kind of sadist, offering no preparation from those gloved fingers. Dreaming about them, and what they would do, how they would smell and taste…too often he had come fantasising about just the Chiss males’ hands…
“Pay attention to me!” He thrust hard and deeply, another volley of pain filled cries coming from Chak’s mouth. “Tsk Tsk, and I thought you were strong?”
Chak groaned, unable to find the words, carried away by the sensation, the pleasure the pain bought finally arriving, washing over his tense body like water. He was acutely aware that Drasks’ hands were bruising his thighs, finding the momentum to carry out the penetration, and he longed for one to reach around, to fondle, tease, rub, touch, squeeze him…
“What is it you want, commander?” Drask’s voice mocked his title, sneering out the word as if it was a curse. “Will you beg for my hand? Will you lower yourself even to that level?”
“Please…Drask…” Chak’s voice called wantonly; he no longer cared aside from anything but the pleasure, the need for a hand on his burning cock.
“Since you asked so prettily…”He gasped as he felt the warm leather-like hand, rubbing roughly, then sinking lower to gently grope. By now, Drask was groaning aloud also, and it wasn’t long before they both collapsed, exhausted and sated.
Chak turned to lie on his side, surprised that Drask still held his waist firmly, and didn’t fight as Drask pulled him closer. Despite the cruelty, it felt nice, the soft haze of sex frittering away happily.
“So what do you make of Chiss discipline, Commander?” Drasks’ voice held nothing but respect now, whispering into the human’s ear, a hand carefully stroking his hair. “Does it compare to your own?”
“It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” Chak felt his heart stop as he said the words as he felt a gentle kiss placed under his ear. Content, they fell asleep in each others arms.