Drugged

More pervy Mitaka fun. Major trigger warning on this one to, it's essentially date rape. Not violent, but very graphically depicted. Stay away if you're in any way sensitive to such things. It's all kinds of fucked up. Don't worry too much though Emma gets to have some payback next chapter.

Chapter

Emma ate quietly and watched Mitaka. He kept shooting her glances and eyeing her oddly. She didn't know what to make of it. Emma downed the last of her water and Mitaka set his plate aside. He watched her intently and she couldn't help but feel uneasy. What is he..? Emma gasped sharply. A wave of drowsiness hit her suddenly and she gripped the edge of the bed beneath her in an effort to steady herself. Warmth washed through her as every nerve and muscle dulled and slackened. Mitaka rose quickly as she began to swoon.

"Shhshh… It's okay…it's okay," He eased her back into the bed gently.

The world shifted oddly around her and every breath seemed to take more effort to draw in. Panic clawed at her. What…what's happening? Emma stared up at a face that blurred in and out above her. Mitaka looked back at her uncertainly. A small questioning murmur was all she could manage.

"It's okay…I-I won't hurt you. Just sleep," He said softly.

Mitaka's gaze shifted between Emma's unfocused eyes and the glass of water she'd been drinking. He was starting to get worried. She wasn't falling asleep… It was supposed to put her to sleep! Instead Emma just lay there strung out as she struggled to bring him into focus. Did I not give her enough? He hadn't been sure how much to give her. She was so small he didn't want to overdo it, but…

Emma mumbled something slurred under her breath and her head lolled to the side only to slowly swing back to face him. She stared off vacantly though, so he took that as a good sign. His hands slid up her thighs to creep under her skirt. Her panties slid down and Mitaka slipped them off before pushing her short black dress up over her head. Emma's bra went the way of the rest and Mitaka stepped back to let his eyes roam over her pale form. One of her hands slowly slid across the bed sheets as she shifted sluggishly. She couldn't quite bring him into focus, just a blur of short dark hair framing a pale face.

"Mm…mass..ter?" Emma slurred weakly.

Mitaka froze and watched her wide eyed. He licked his lips nervously before beginning to strip out of his fatigues. Already his hands shook with small tremors. If she was hallucinating then maybe she wouldn't remember when she woke. It only took a slight nudge for her legs to fall open for him and he came to kneel between them. He was already painfully hard. Mitaka leaned forward till he lay over her face to face. Her unfocused gaze drifted and he tilted her head back up to face him.

"Master," Emma whispered softly in a daze.

Mitaka shuddered and bit his lip softly. Hesitantly he leaned in to press his lips against hers. She tried to follow his motions sluggishly and he eagerly deepened them with a moan. His hips rocked gently against hers, grinding his burning length against her core. Emma responded quickly to Mitaka's skittish touches and ravenous kiss. Every sensation felt vibrant and intense, and even the slightest caress sent her arching into it with a moan. A hand feverishly groping her dropped down between her legs. Mitaka moaned against her mouth as his fingers slid past her lips into the slick heat of her core. She was ready and Maker so was he.

He pulled back slightly to position himself before sinking into her slowly with a groan. He eased in one torturous inch at a time. Emma moaned along with him and her head lolled from side to side deliriously. Her body struggled to clench around him. Once he was finally buried within her Mitaka held himself there, savoring the warmth holding him tight. He stared off vacantly in bliss. Her body was heaven. He held her tightly and gave his hips a small testing thrust. The two moaned in unison. Mitaka leaned in to curl himself around her, burying his face in the nape of her neck as he cradled her.

His pace was painfully slow, but built gradually. Emma's head fell back against the bed, panting and moaning with each gentle thrust. Each stroke was white hot pleasure to her hypersensitive body. From the heat of his body atop hers, to the cool brush of his breath panting against the crook of her neck, It all came in with vibrant clarity. His slow deliberate pace made for a building pleasure. Each stroke sending her just a little bit higher and till she'd swear the next would send her over the edge. Their frantic panting flowed together.

Mitaka shifted as he quickened his stride. He pulled her legs around his waist allowing him to delve deeper with each steady thrust. Groggily Emma dug her nails into the sheets beside her, moaning and whispering slurred pleas. He ached for release, but it was a pain he intended to savor as long as possible. It was unlikely he'd ever get another chance. Even as her body clenched tight around him and she thrashed beneath him moaning in wild abandon, he still held it back.

"Emma…" He breathed her name into her silky black hair.

"Mmm…" Her delirious response was coupled by the stab on her nails weakly digging into his back.

Mitaka groaned softly at the faint pain. He deserved much worse for what he was doing. She'd been so kind to him and totally undeserving of this violation. Mitaka whimpered softly as his hips thrust sharply forward, burying himself deeply within her. The repercussions to come would surely be severe. His breath came in shaky gasps as he pulled out with aching slowness. Lord Ren would strangle him or worse. His eyes clenched tight as the memory of Kylo's ethereal grip clenched similarly around his throat. The General would surely have words with him. The sharp condescending words of his superior rang harshly through his head and his heart pounded at the thought of his impending doom.

"Ahh Maker Emma!"

With one final thrust he sank into her, clinging to her tightly as a muddled mix of adrenaline and ecstasy poured through him. Emma moaned softly, her own body trembling softly as well. He'd lost himself in his thoughts that had deafened the small women's cries of pleasure. Even as his length softened Mitaka lay there wrapped around her. Holding her as she still held him inside her.

They laid like that for hours, never separating. His loins would stir within her only for him to take her with the same slow lovemaking all over again...even if his lover had long since succumbed to sleep.