Desire for Love

 

A/N: This is a one-shot story. It is rated Adult++ simply because of the incest that takes place. If this offends you, please do not read. However, if you like it, please review.

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I watch a dark and handsome man walk into the room. His tall, graceful form cuts a striking figure, commanding power and respect from everyone in the room.

And so it should be. This man is one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. But I try not to think about that. I prefer to think of him as what he is to me: my greatest enemy, my nightmare and worst fears come to life, my downfall.

But most of all, he is my father.

This tall, dark powerful man, feared by millions, is the man who helped make my existence possible.

And he is also the man I love.

Why I love him, I do not know. But I know that I do love him, with all my heart. And that I will always love him.

More than anything I would love for him to acknowledge me. To realize that I exist. That my heart craves and yearns for his love. That I need it to survive.

But he doesn't pay attention to me. He never has.

All I want him to do is love me. Is that too much to ask? Probably. In my head, I tell myself that he could never love me, that someone like him-intelligent, rich, powerful and handsome- would never, ever love me.

There isn't much about me to love. A boy, raised on Tatooine to be a moisture farmer. Only through the Force was I able to become part of the Alliance and train to be a Jedi. There's nothing special about me.

Yes, my head knows that my father will never love me.

But my heart desperately wants him too.

To feel his love, to know that he cares about me and that I am important to at least one person in this galaxy.

But there is something deeper. Something that I only admit to myself in the dark of the night.

I want more than his paternal love.

I want all of his love.

I want him to love me like a man loves a woman. With ardent, blazing passion. I want to belong to him for life. I want to wake up beside him, and be there when he comes home. I want to be there, through the good and the bad, no matter what that might be. I want him to love me, and I want him to let me love him back.

And I want him to make love to me.

At night I dream about him. I never asked for these dreams. But I certainly don't mind them.

I dream that the two of us are on his bed, his arms wrapped around me. He leans forward and tenderly kisses my lips. I run a hand through his soft, dark shoulder length hair and press harder against him. As we continue to kiss, he moves his hand down my neck, lingering on where the pulse pounds beneath my skin.

He softly laughs against my lips at my body's reaction. But I can't help how my body responds to him.

Abandoning my mouth, he kisses my neck and starts to unbutton my shirt. As he sucks my skin into his mouth, he draws the sleeves down my arms, forcing my arms back until the clothing comes off.

Once my hands are free, I thread them through his hair as he lays me back on the bed. Moving seamlessly from my neck to my chest, his eyes and lips explore the skin that is laid out beneath him. As his hands stroke my abdomen, his tongue comes out of his mouth and lingers by my nipple. His eyes meet mine, as if asking for permission. Without bothering to wait and see if I'll give it, he licks the sensitive nub anyway, looking at me the entire time. I moan aloud at how it feels. His mouth is so warm on my skin. He raises his hand to play with my other nipple. I can feel my heartbeat racing.

Suddenly, he raises himself up and strips his shirt off. I can't help it- my hands automatically reach out and touch the muscular body before me. His skin is so soft.

I feel his hands work as they begin to divest me of my pants. As he draws them off of me completely, I blush violently. I have never been naked with anyone before, and my body is nothing compared to his.

In his velvet voice, he tells me not to be ashamed. He tells me that I am beautiful.

My desire to see him fully naked and to feel his body move over mine is overwhelming. My hands reach out and unfasten his pants. Taking my hint, he stands up and removes them.

And before me is the most beautiful man in the history of the galaxy.

His stern handsome face is coupled with a strong and toned body. I would like to look at him more, but he doesn't let me.

Instead, he once again attacks my nipples. He lavishes attention on them until I'm panting and near to release before he finally stops.

Moving down my body, he pauses when he reaches my member. Looking at it, and then at me, he lazily runs his finger down my length. To my surprise, he then leans down and takes me in his mouth. I groan with the pleasure, hands fisting the bedsheets. His mouth is like an inferno it is so hot, and coupled with the wetness, I nearly come undone. His tongue makes circles around my length before tasting the pre-release that has escaped.

Keeping me in his mouth, his hands lift my hips up. I feel his finger make it's way inside me, and gasp in shock. Then, a second finger joins the first. His fingers explore the inside of me thoroughly, and I groan loudly when he scraps an incredibly sensitive spot. He seems to understand what is going on, because he repeats the motion. Again and again, until I'm almost constantly groaning.

Without warning, he abruptly withdraws his fingers from me while at the same time taking his mouth away. I whimper at the loss of the dual pleasure.

Leaning down to kiss me, he takes my legs from behind my knees and raises them up so that they sit on his shoulders. I can see his member, and it's quite long. And large. I ask if it will fit inside me.

He doesn't respond. Instead, he looks at me and asks if I'm sure I want to do this.

I answer with an immediate yes.

Taking my hand, he intertwines his fingers with mine. First looking inbetween our bodies, and then into my eyes, he gently pushes forward. I feel him press against my entrance, and can't help but move my body a little towards him. It's uncomfortable, actually a little painful, as he pushes his way inside. I can feel my body stretching to accommodate his width.

Once he is all the way in, he pauses for a moment, waiting for my body to get used to him.

But it is only a moment he waits, and then he begins to move.

I moan as he pulls slowly out of me and then pushes back inside. He establishes a slow but steady rhythm. I can tell he would like to go faster, but won't because he doesn't want to hurt me.

I begin to push back with his inward thrusts. The pleasure is amazing, even more so when he hits that sensitive place inside me. Our moans are the only sound filling the air. Then I feel it. The buildup that must come to a climax. Oh, how it has built. I want him to push faster, harder. I want him to kiss me and lick my nipples. Anything to bring this pleasure to a crescendo.

But then again, I don't. I want this to last forever. I want to stare at his naked body all the time. I want to be able to kiss his lips, and feel his muscled form. I want him to keep pushing inside me, making me feel pleasure I have never known before.

I feel it. It's coming. My member is throbbing, wanting to release. Every time he hits that spot inside me, I almost start to cry the pleasure is so much.

He leans down and passionately kisses my lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth and stroking mine. He grasps my member in his hand, finally pushing me over. My mouth breaks away from his and I scream out my pleasure, back arching and my body clamping around him like a vise. He climaxes two seconds after I do, his teeth biting my exposed neck in passion while at the same time a groan of intense pleasure escapes him.

He collapses on top of me, both of us exhausted. My arms wrap around him, tracing shapes on his back. We lay like this for a couple of minutes, before he rolls off of me.

Turning my head, I look at him. He smiles and leans forward, kissing me tenderly. Brushing my cheek, he whispers, “I love you.”

And then the dream ends. I never know what happens after that. I love it and despise it at the same time. It tantalizes me with what I desire, and taunts me with what I know will never be mine.

Across the room, I see him. My father, the man who haunts my dreams. He's talking with someone important.

Suddenly, I find myself staring back at him, his blue eyes seeing straight through to my soul.

He gives my a smile before his attention is called away by someone else.

My heart soaring, I get up and leave the room saying goodbye, for now, to my dreams.