Anakin Skywalker had made the decision before he knew he was making it. The door hissed shut and his back slammed into the metal, locked in place as his padawan leapt at the chance that they had both been unwilling to create but all to willing to assist. Once they reached the point where they both realised nothing had changed; the want they found in each other had never extinguished they decided to feed the embers until they sparked.
With little regard for delicacy he pulled her up to him, looking at her from barely a inch away. Her eyes regarding him with the endless longing that deprived love had cursed her with. In the darkness of her room, Ahsoka shone like the single brightest star in the sky.
He had just wanted her to relax for one night in her life. To experience something that didn't have to be life or death. To take her thoughts and fears away from the war and fill her with the happiness she had been denying herself. She lifted her hands to his cheeks, looking right into his eyes as she held him against the door, hypnotised by the enchantment she was to him. Skin flushed under their husky breaths, both of their necks beaded with alcohol laced sweat. He never expected this...
"Do you still want me?" She asked the words so soft even though she was pressed flush against him, knee drawn between his legs and her chest poking against his stomach, he almost didn't hear them. Her teeth were bared, so close to his face he could hear the rumble that was running deep inside her. The noise sounded like a warning, as if she was this close to doing something. And as the situation was in his booze bashed brain, there was only one thing he wanted that tense sound to mean.
What a question. The only clear thought in his mind. If only she knew.
He wasn't even halfway to her before her sweet, dark lips met him in a blissful moment that changed everything. He constricted her into him tight enough to slowly drive her mad, stealing every labored breath from her. With a flick of her tongue she demanded entrance, the rolllig rumble of desire turning into a squeaking noise that it shamed him to say could only be described as entirely Snips. The more they explored each other the higer and sweeter her moans slid. He was grateful her lust had led her to launch herself at him because if he wasn't held back by the force blessed body of a goddess he might've slammed her against it, just to hear the impossible squeals of his commander and padawan again, louder, absolutely desperate to know what he could do to her.
He felt her nails reach to the back of his scalp digging in as she gripped onto him in vigorous desperation. She probably took half of skin with each pull, but it didn't matter to him. If hr coulr takekriffing lightning, whatever she wanted to do to him she could do. his flesh was all hers. His own grunts of awaked carnal temptation harmonising with her lovely whine, sending him further into his spiral of lusty madness. Never had he ever been more thankful for the temple's sound proofing.
Anakin gave himself to his padawan. He felt it resonating on the waves of the force. This wasn't just reawakening lingering emotions, this was a new look at them both. When he peeked his lidded eyes for just a moment, to see her swooning against him, her exhilaration evident in the delicious curl of her soft, warm promises; his blood dropped. Her fingers twirled through his hair, raking raw, exquisite pain across his mind. The nervous excitement he felt from her completely mirrored in himself. He felt humbled just to even be there. To be a desire in her eyes. Estatic to be not just her master.
The way her tongue glided over his lips, he felt like he would never be able to let her go. He was going to have to stomach the fact that one day, he could have no place in her life. She could be taken from him, by forces beyond his control and power. The time they had together could be over tomorrow and they may live in a world without either of them at the other's side. And when his morbid rationalisation crystalised in his mind, the clench in his heart pushed him off into the void.
"Anakin," she whispered into his cheek as she escaped for a breath. The effect a simple name had on him charging every muscle in his body with greedy anticipation. He hungrily kissed along her jaw as she tipped her head back with teasing moans and more soft rumbles swelling inside her.
Through their snuggling bond he felt her mind surge with blissful chemistry, slipping her desire into every aching, tormented tremor as he floated across her neck with lingering kisses and flicks of his tongue. Her want became physical, her twin tips betraying how much she craved thriygh her tight dress..
She had firmly pinned against the door taking charge with her freakishly attractive strength he somehow forgot about despite witnessing almost everyday. And to finally feel her throwing herself at him, like she had gotten the very thing she wanted, only made him fall deeper into her spell.
With free hands he could fumble with his gloves, rushing to banish them so he could feel her again. Not just a squeeze on the shoulder or a punch in the arm like they always had. He wanted to hold her against him, feel the power of the fearless woman she was. To witness every aspect of her glory, to indulge in the essence of Snips.
Wanting hands had a desperate mission, rushing to take position on her atletic, tiny and perfect form, posting on her waist, gently digging into her dress. When the cold chill of his cybenetic met her hot skin on the small of her back, she pushed forward with a recoiling gasp, nudging her leading leg further into him. The deep growl that he loosed onto her lekku alarmed her, hitching her breath at the sound of his thrill. Her pressure against him calling something from within that he hoped she was ready for.
In a few blurry seconds the world changed. The warmth of Ahsoka beside him disappeared, pulling away and forcing his eyes to open in cold, lonely confusion. He saw teeth, twinkling in the night, peeking past her curled lips. Fangs twin points of brightness that sat under the radiant burning blues. "That's a yes."
"Is it that obvious?" He stalked forward leveling all of his intent at her. Her eyes darkened to a blue he had never seen before as she twisted her body, stretching her clean cut abs and tiny breasts tight against her marroon dress.
She was teasing him. Your padawan is kriffing teasing you. And he loved every second of it. She purred, a sound that forced a malicious grin onto hsi face while she tipped her head and coyly rubbed the side her montrals against his chest. The skin so warm he could feel the velvety texture through his robes, forcing his body into overtime as he dealt with the togruta he had known for years turned heat ridden predator that had chosen her mate.
The primal satisfaction of taking an apex predator so powerful, the galaxy had blessed her with a second chance, someone whose existence should be entirely impossible, he almost couldn't believe it, even as she radkated her perfection from right in front of him. There she was, letting the forbidden feelings of a life she was supposed to be denied consume her, and giving herself right back to him.
"You couldn't miss it," she whispered with far more power behind it than she knew she had.
She breathed excitedly short breaths full of anticipation, her eyes lighting up as his hands grabbed at her gauntlets, eager to see her stripped raw. A nervous giggle rose out of her as he pulled at the leather, growing irritated by the hindrance, impeding the seductive temptation standing before him and the primal need overcoming him. She helped him out, discarding her other one with practiced precision and speed that only worked him up more. He brought his hands up her arms, smoothly sailing across her skin as he leant down to meet her again, basking in the sensations her body could give. Reveling in the sounds she could make as he explored the blossoming figure of a divine.
In the force they radiated hungry tension, presences dabcing together in a way Anakin suspected was the epitome of forbidden. They were aware of what they were doing, but completely uncaring for the consequences. Tonight they could have something neither of them were supposed to want, and they would have it together.
In a swift move aided heavily by the force he had her slung in his arms, feet kicking at the air and a delighted squeal joining it. With a bite of his lip he nuzzled his nose against hers, unable to say the words he wanted but feeling the emotion swelling in both of them. Their bond a vortex of desire circling an eye of utter devotion. Whatever happened in his life, he needed Snips. From the moment she had walked off that gunship, she had been at the centre of his galaxy. And she was going to know just how badly he needed her by the time he was done with her.
For a painful moment he tore his eyes away from the radiant being in his arms down to the pathetic excuse for a mattress that all padawans had to deal with. She must have noticed the sort of scowl that crossed his face because she followed his eyes, curious to what could possibly have distracted him from her. "I remember these things," he said, almost nostalgic as he remembered just how small they were too.
"You were on one of them not long ago," she teased pushing playfully against him, still purring like a spoiled lothcat in his arms, rubbong her montrals against his bicep and tricep flashing her fangs at him with a spine tingling hiss. Her planned uses the bed hoepfully close to what he expected to do with it.
He gave her a peeved glare while she started to giggle again, only pitching higher in octaves, becoming even giddier when his filthy smirk followed basking in the near never ending delight she got from trying to set him off. "Never thought i'd see one of them, like this."
He dropped to his knees, laughing with a darker amusement at her girlish squeak as she fell. She blushed up at him, capturing her lip in her teeth like she had done millions of times since she had become his padawan. Had she always been so… much? Because now she made him stir at the pit of his stomach, even just a smile...
She offered him her leg, holding her boots in front of his face. They were off in seconds, discarded somewhere behind him, and Anakin was running his hands over and under strong, slender legs; hidden behind leggings he cursed the existence of. More obstacles that were separating all of her from him. He couldn't help himself, breaking from his momentary pause of adoration to drop kisses onto her feet. It wasn't something that came naturally, but in the heat that was holding his brain under, he worshipped her like only he knew he could. Looking up to her face, spotting a brow pointing to the stars.
He was used to her taunts; her wit quicker and more biting than his on her worst days. But it seemed to take on a different meaning with her toes in his mouth. "Don't like it?" he asked sheepishly, concerned he had freaked her out completely and was going home dry. Not really the exit he was hoping to make.
"Surprised you do." He winced as the near silent chuckle rolled in her throat. She had a near complete hold over him. His male fantasies, red blooded gut instinct and horrific war trauma put this girl right at the top. And she kriffing knew it. Surely that's what it meant when you had a padawan? Teaching is a privilege, huh.
"It's hard not to like you," he admitted breathlessly, force streaked with shame of falling for his perfect padawan. Regarsless, hr resumed his mission, praying before his goddess that he had never truly seen before.
With a kick to the chest he was sent onto his ass, the deep grumble giving him goosebjmps as he recovered from the vicious lashing, barely righting himself before she had him pinned on top of the flimsy mattress. Claws were ripping at his robes as she fired kisses for him to detonate, and he responded to each one; helping her shed his layers as he tore himself out of his belt. The determination she put into anything she did becoming her own brand of infernal lust, scorching across their luminescant bond and filling him with all of her. He gave half a thought to the easisily sensed mess they were creating, rippling insane desire through the force for the the while temple to sense, and dropped it as soon she balled his robes in her claws and ripped.
"If you want them off Snips…" She silenced him with a kiss, turning his jests into groans. An easy shrug freed his bare skin and Ahsoka dug right in. Her confusingly silky smooth hands eased over his chest and shoulders, slightly twisting his hairs but always adventurously bold over his wartorn muscle and battle scared skun. Preadtory nails left angry red wounds that only added to the exquisiite pain beig around her already was. She paid attention to every fiber, pressing into him, sliding her body along his. The feel of her heated lekku hardening him while her tongue demanded attention. He swallowed hard against her, trapping her bottom lip as he trailed his hands down her sides holding her in .ind bending gloriousness. She arched into him with the touch and gave a provocative moan.
"Hungry?" She whispered so husky and quiet he barely heard it. But it was all Snips, and he was force raving ravenous.
He locked his eyes into hers, flaring his despicable intent through the force. A strong blast that resonated across the cosmos and the living force, a declaration from the chosen one. She bit her own lip with the sexiest smile that stole the darkness of the room and she sat back onto her knees, abandoning tearing into his skin; putting her claim on her master, to unlatch her belt, tossing it with a dramatic flick, lightdaber calnking with the sound if hi throat swallowing as he watched her beautiful show. The brows curved and wicked, as if she knew just how enchanted he was. She guided her hands behind her neck and he stopped her, desperate to start feeling her in his hands again and enjiy the pleasure that was exposing her. A task that he loved to indulge, the building anticipationg tbhe fallu g fabric teased up untill the climatic moment allnof skin isfree in to the air...
"Let me."
She dropped her arms with an excited trill, a singsong sort of sound, clearly as excited with the idea as him. She let him slither around her, kissing her shoulder, woth rolling lips appreciating as he leant on his hip, moving his tireless endeavour down to the line of her spine, holding her rear lekku off to the side to place his marks on her. She gave an adorable shiver, tensing and then relaxing when he ghosted the back of his knuckles down the wider lekku, a sight that made him warm with the fluffiest type of happiness, the innocence of Snips morphing with her effortless beauty. The burst of aroused excitement that shone into him all hers and he reciprocated in all to eager kindness. Gentle strokes made sure she was always feeling some sort sensation as he fumbled at the back of her dress. He caught a flash of her hot blue eyes as she twisted her head looking a little like the impatient Snips he was so used to seeing.
"What are you doing?" she demanded trying to sound more composed than she was but still striking a vein of fear in him.
"It's a tough dress," he complained in a low growl. Sliding his mechanical hand down her arm in apology he clumsily fingered at the fabric, barely able to comprehend the sinister satisfaction he could find from her rusted skin. He almost had it defeated when his eyes caught the necklace glint off the ambient light creeping in through the blinds and a thoufht canr to mind."Hey, Snips?"
"What?" She whined sounding sullen and annoyed at his hesitation. Utterly adorable.
"What's with the necklace?"
She froze for a moment, and he saw her figeting with her fingers. He frowned once he saw the change in her. "Promise you won't laugh?"
He twisted his head, screwing his face up with it. "What if it's funny? Can you blame me?" He dove his nose into her neck, kissing and breathing deep calming breathes. He wrapped her up with his arms and resting them over her stomach and he felt her relax a little more in his grasp, but she still gave a heavy sigh dipping her chin under the weight of something.
"It's… like a memento. When I grew out of my old gear, I thought that… you know... I survived a year in the galaxy's biggest war in centuries. I… didn't think I would." He swallowed as he listened to her soft mumbles, listening intently to what she was leaving out. "It was meant to be a reminder you might not get tomorrow, so…" Talking softer with every word, fidgeting with her fingers and tipping her head away from the side he appreciatively nuzzled into, looking vacantly off into the floor unwilling to face him.
"You're so kriffing beautiful Snips," he assured her. She was, in every way. He felt her body flush with warmth as he kissed her cheek, leaning over her shoulder to capture her attention. "I meant it. You're perfect." That wasn't exactly what he had said earlier that night, but he as they bared themselves to each other, he knew that it was what he meant. She had a heart and fire of pure light. The tempting body of a devil, the vessel for the unbroken spirit of a goddess. He didn't know if anyone else would ever tell her she was the force's greatest creation, but then again no one knew her just like he did. And he could tell every other bantha kriffing master in this ancient temple that his padawan would be the greatest jedi that will ever live, and he knew he wouldn't have uttered a single lie.
The unnecessary dress finally fell off her giving his eyes view to the finest body this end of the core, bar none. He eagerly molded against her back, feeling a warm rush at the touch of their warm skin together. He fell onto her, kissing delicately along her sensitive lekku's and landing sloppy wet ones on her cheek. Both hands massaged her abs with the utmost appreciation, advancing around her young frame as they met each other over her shoulder. One of her hands reaching through the back of his scalp, dragging him further into her pull he was finding inescapable. Her warm breaths potent aphrodisiacs that he inhaled eagerly, waiting for the next second they could share in each other in his estatic haze.
Wandering fingers rolled over the hills of her juvenile breasts, taking immense pleasure in the feeling of her trembling against him, the melodic sounds whipping him onward. Navigating her nipples with the most affectionate touches he could manage left her starting to pant, her burning body growing weaker and more susceptible to his incendiary movements. Metal and flesh working in unison to bring out the woman inside her. THey felt so glorious in his hands, the sensors and simulations of the metal hand giving him a unique feel that was nothing like the simple touch of flesh. Even as he tweaked her nipples, earning salacious whimpers and moans, he made sure he never stopped worshipping her, feeding her every last bit of the corrupting devotion inside him as he kept her locked against his lips.
With a sly rock of her hips, he felt her graze deviously against him. The sudden gasp into his skin and iron grip on his hair halting his explorations as he peered into her eyes. The pause giving them both enough time to look over the others face, searching for any sign that this wasn't exactly what they both wanted.
She dipped her forehead against his own twisting herself so she ended up falling onto him, pushing them both back onto the bed. He held her back, watching in awe as she stared intensely through him as she placed her hands over his chest, giving a nuaghty squeeze almost as wanton as his own, breaking skin underneath her saber sharp nails. An instinctual hiss broke through his locked teeth when he felt her plead against him again. He swallowed as she crept to his neck, sliding onto his body, nibbling at the tender flesh. She wasn't savage, thankfully. He reckoned she coyld be. He was already in so many types of exquisite pain to count and she instead she gave doting kisses to every wound she made. All the while stroking against him over and over, her hips teasing him with a preview of what was too come beyond the horizon. slow movements with intent and 3nthusiasm but experimental as well, finding whqt she liked as she went and using him fo4 it.
He was still fully clothed from the waist down, irritatingly. his boots already getting in the way of the fountain of flowing sensations that soaked through one another's body. Reaching past her with the force he flung his boots off, smiling as the soles thudded heavily against the wall, the odd sound out giving him a moment of renewed appreciation of the girl that he had been falling for. The feel of her proud lekku and promise of her razor nipples against his skin becoming as normal to him as any of the crazy kriffed up games they played. The burning want and craving they had suppressed erupting from within as naturally as one needed to breath. She seeped into his mind, overwhelming his will and enveloping him in her peaceful embrace. Flushing him with a serenity that he couldn't comprehend, even as it surged alongside the whirlwind of his want and worry.
Her hands started ripping at his hem of his pants, tearing at the clothing with wild abandon. He couldn't help but agree with her. He rolled to the side landing a kiss on her lips as she groaned in protest, her adorable disappointment stirring him to move faster. With his thumbs in the waistband he stripped himself in front of his padawan.
As soon as he hand flung the pants into the wall, he felt the furious arousual radiate into him. HE gave her a dark smirk and taunting eyebrow, rolling comepltely unabashed to show her all of him. She on the other hand looked considerably more embarrassed at the sight of her master, standing at attention right in front of her. The sultry smile, complete with a coy lip bite underneath the eyes wide with barely hidden surprise. Her cheeks were flushed dark, barely able to be seen from the glow of her eyes and the ambient light rolling in from the artificial daytime Coruscant inflicted upon itself. her lekku were similarly dark, although he wasn't sure if they had ever been so alive. Jiggling and fluttering along with mesmerising lashes.
He didn't leave her ogling for long, moving to usher her back down onto the mattress with a passionate kiss and a guiding hand to her shoulder. She didn't resist, asking for more with her adventurous tongue that he was eager to join. But first she needed to be freed from the clothed menace.
He positioned himself in between her legs, maintaining contact with her lips, not wanting to be seperated from her for more than a moment. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him down as his hands greedily fondled the wondrous exposed flesh before him, pillaging their way down her body towards her soft grey leggings. When he had the clothing in his hands, gripping hesitantly against her waist he barely pulled back off her as much as he could checking for one last time that what he was feeling was entirely the same to her.
"Love me..."
As he swallowed he felt the strangest of all the sensations course through him.
He did. He wasn't entirely sure how or if it was even a type of love he had felt before. But with her, in that moment, in every single moment before that he had held her above all else. She was his padawan. And if the Jedi couldn't see just how much he would give, how much he relied on the snappy little brat he had never wanted to deal with, then he didn't care if he was a Jedi. If he couldn't love his Snips...
With a clench of his jaw and deep exhale he sat back on his legs and pulled her free, smirking at the squeals that his rough treatment created. She folded her legs over one another, hiding her most precious treasure from his indulgent dark eyes. The air was heavy with primal scent, laying waste to their noses as the combined presence of them both brought them to a fever pitch.
She looked at him, a furrowed brow devloping as he took a few long moments and a couple heavy breaths to comprehend the astounging majesty that laid before him. She gave a shy turn of her head, going through what her master could possibly be thinking. The things he was…
He descended across her body, landing dangerously close to her jaw hovering above her, taking a hideous sort of delight in the gasps and twitches she gave underneath his trailing fingertips. He rode over her growing hips and fiendishly tight waist, salivating over her every curve. HE swallowed his desire and nerves, focusing on what he needed to say.
"I do," he breathed, pouring whatever the molten sensation that gripped at his throat and lungs across to her in every way he knew how.
She took his words with absolute grace, like in everything else she for him, inhaling her approval and detonating the force with an ethereal display that fell between every atom, pushing against the fundamental laws that bound them to the galaxy. Her brilliant, bright power dripping into his bloodstream like the pure oxygen that he needed to survive, fusing with the lingering swarms of ordained denoucement that plagued him in his every day.
He broke from their kiss to make his way down his stairway to heaven to between her legs, firmly taking an ankle and flashing a disgustingly lewd look to the goddess at the top. She lay staring so innocently, lidded eyes casting divine judgement and sentencing him to the seduction of his sins.
He parted her trembling legs and tightened his whole body to not immediately succumb to his flailing libido. Every inch of her vulnurable skin soft and practically untouched, the perks of a bacta tank and life of extreme physical demands freezing her body in her youthful appeal. He sucked in a breath, one last time, wrapping his arms around her toned thighs; bathing in the visceral heat and rejoicing at her sweet whimpers as he kissed her as lightly as he was able.
Sweet force…
She loosed a beautiful mewling swoon as he played with her, teasing her so he could hold her in the moment. Euphoric shockwaves rolling through her and shuddering into him as he worshipped and prayed before her display of primal delight. She squirmed around him, gripping at the sheets so they started to bend to her as she started to leak her essence onto his tongue. His grip hardened on her as ner wanting pants burrowed into his ears, filling his nead with nothing else, he himself grunting as knives crashed into his hair. Intertwining and clamping, holding him to his promise. The desperate air escaping him forcefully flowing around her creating so much heat near his head he thought he might faint just from the reality of it all. With a vigorous shiver and a long, lingering moan she flushed against his tongue, bestowing him with her tasteful flavour. He drank with the inestiy of a man suffering through a sandtorm, deprived of a glorious sustenance for so long he devoured it as readily as it came.
Once he was satisfied he had tasted the undeniable proof of his affections he smacked his lips as he climbed back up to her, overjoyed as he gazed at the devastation he had wreaked upon her.
Her lashes fluttered delicately against her cheeks and he struggled against the yeaning pull she brought from her heights of euphoria. Her breathing calmed, no longer being pushed toward the brink but spiked in happy relief as he fiddled with her body all over, barely giving her a chance to fall back before chasing her up again. Their lips met in comfortable ease, Anakin giving her a chance to sample just how far he could take her. She giggled, blushing brilliantly in every way, only becoming more before his eyes as she wiped his lips clean, her tongue taking aggressive command of his mouth and he sighed beyind happy.
At this point Anakin was inflamed. His soul's essence in the force as powerful as hers, radiating primal intent along with the entirety of his fear. His fear for her at this last step. As much as he wanted to take her, to feel with her until the sun rose on their bright new day, he wasn't going to do anything more until he had heard it from her sweetly scented lips.
He eased his body onto hers, molding himself so he wasn't crushing her and tesning at the feel of her wandering fingers. He placed his soft hand against her cheek, a smile curling his lips as she nuzzled into it, hot breaths running up his arm as he asked; with his eyes and the force as well, "You trust me Snips?"
She blinked a couple of times, heaving a breath that ended with the cutest look he had ever seen; doe eyeed, vulnurable and undeniably sexy. "Do you trust me Skyguy?"
His eyes opened wider for a second, before he kissed her smile with his own. He gave the softest pinch of her cheek, barely suppressing eanything, knowing he was answering entirely for the both of them. "Always."
He adjusted himself, clenching as she fluttered her lashes at him and his heart grew tense with blooming infatuation pumping through his veins. He grabbed at her hips, kneading underneath at the butt that had captivated his eyes for years but he would never admit that. His breaths were broken, falling from him as if he already fought the galaxy to be there with her, and he would do it all over again. Nobody was taking his Snips away from Skyguy.
They groaned in unison as he was surrounded by Ahsoka. Her arms snaked around his neck, tightening in retaliation as she hissed sensually at his invasion. He left her there for a few glorious seconds watching her eyes lull back in her head as she twitched around him. The whimpers rolling out of her mouth all he would hear from her lips for the rest of his life, the most hypnotising noise a man could ever hear. His head became completely filled with her, evrey sensation and sense that he felt flowing through her.
Eager to please his little goddess more pushed in further, bringing himself closer to her than he had ever been. She struggled against the size of him, trying hard to keep him snug inside and feeling oh so warm as she invited him further. He attempted to sense any pain or displeasure, but beyond a stain of relief he couldn't find anything than the eclipse of pure joy.
She cried out, sliding her nails down his shoulders, digging in as she recoiled under his gentle strokes. Her head tipped back in regal grace, hard nipples brushing against his chest and leaving him charged by her magnetic presence. Whenever he pulled himself out, gorging himself in the pleasure of her flesh, she demanded him back, squeezing him deeper into her embrace.
He groaned liked an hunted beast, finding a tone that she matched in an language only they understood. His hands skimmed over her, picking up the film of sweat that coated every inch of her, finding their way back to her breasts, thumbs working at her nipples. Ahsoka's blissful, seductive cries growing with each thrust, colliding herself against him with depraved urgency as she sought after the feeling she had been awoken to. He kissed passionately against her lekku, blasting her with stimulation in every way he knew how.
He caught onto a feeling himself, the fire that burned at bottom of the pit licking at his body. The meta gripped harder around her wais than ever before, pulling her into him, unable to resist her or his bodies urge any longer, pounding into her with all the intent of becoming one with her. Her relentless and vicious nails grabbed at his head as she rolled a majestic grumble that raises his hair. With absolutely no concern for him she demqnded him down at her nipples and he took one of the dark orange beauty in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the rapidly rising and falling flesh. He grunted his satisfaction as his hand slid around the tips of her lekku, rolling his wrists and his fingers in light benevolent fashion, making her growl a deeper noise that blended in beautifully with the soundtrack of her young flesh being slapped raw by primal greed and his desperate friction. The room was full with the cries of passion and the animalistic noise of flesh beating flesh. She tipped her head forward, looking down upon him as he gave her everything he had.
The feeling swelled below him; her eyelids guarding the two souls that were trapped in her blue eyes and she licked her lips, giving him a broken moan that he would keep in his heart for years to come. His own heart tightened in ecstasy as she squeezed unbelievably numbing around him, preventing him from leaving her as she snaked her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, holding their rolling bodies to together whilst he praised every inch of her he could manage. The tension that held the foot to his throat growing with each orgasmic spasm around him.
"Kriff Snips," he whispered, breath failing as his lungs did. Falling down on top of her and trying to keep himself going, to find his own edge through the glory of hers.
"Ani!" He pushed her through the mattress, pinning her with greedy thrusts. Her voice rose and fell with each push he made, crescendoing with his pounding rhythm. Her lips never left his face, whispering in the most demonic voice against his lips, words full of temptations he didn't know existed. "Please…"
That was all he needed. "Soka," he grumbled low and tortured, but they felt the promise hidden in the name. She constricted around him, warm with the frantic sensation of love. They met in sync, inhaling as she stole his lips and he took her as far as he could go, giving in to the myriad of ecstacy that consumed him. HEr claws ranked over his back, branding and bleeding him with her damning mark; both master and padawan claiming each other and sending out giant vibrant pulses of forbidden emotions into the force.
He fell onto her, smiling deliriously as he felt her hands move up to his hair, kneading affectionately while she panted and purred in the purest pleasure and satisfaction. "My Snips."