Author's Note: The build up was quite clear for this one: expect lemons. Thank you for reading

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Vissna could feel Din's want for her, both the throbbing in his pants and thick in the air. She so badly wanted to rip her arms free and take control over him but she let him lead her instead. She would let him set the pace, make him feel like it was him wanting her, pining after her, and finally taking her.

It felt like Din was overthinking, still holding back, not wanting to go a step further. Vissna had to fix that. "Din," she moaned, "I want you so badly." She felt the heat from him. His grip on her arms tightened. He wouldn't have remembered her using his real name previously. It was better this way, the impact of his name on her lips was more meaningful now. She could feel him trembling to maintain restraint.

Din's face was red behind his helmet and his breathing ragged. He tried closing his eyes but what he pictured with his eyes closed was much more erotic then the real picture in front of him. He almost wanted to say 'no,' and pull away. He would in a heartbeat, he'd pull away, but only if she asked him to. But after begging for him, and hearing her say his name, he couldn't go anywhere, couldn't escape her. Seeing her under him, submitting to his control, needing him… it might just have been the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

He pulled her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. She wrapped her legs around him tight and cuddled into his neck. She pulled his shirt down his neck, spotting a hint of his skin, and planted a kiss there. He walked her over to the bed and laid her down gently. Vissna had been with men before, but none had ever taken this kind of care or consideration for her, it was adorable to watch. She loved being cherished. She could get used to this.

"You don't have to take off everything," she said, mainly referring to his helmet, "but you should probably take off your jet pack." She smiled. He did too, she could tell.

He removed his jet pack and set it against the wall near the bed. Then he started taking off his belt.

"Wait!" Vissna stopped him. He stopped immediately, without questioning her. He seemed like the kind of guy who would stop half-way through if you asked and be fine with it. Vissna crawled to the end of the bed, sitting on her legs, "let me do it."

Din walked closer to her, until the toe of his boot touched the end of the bed. He swallowed hard as he watched her fingers work the clasp of his belt. She unfastened it and let it slip to the floor by his feet. Then she pulled off his arm bracers and gloves, leaving them on the floor. Next she planned on awarding him with something, after all, he was giving her quite a lot and she could play fair… when she wanted to.

She slipped off her cloak and threw it down. Then she took Din's hands and led them to the bottom of her top. She urged his hands up, until her stomach was bare for him. Then she held her arms over her head. The rest was up to him. She had nothing on underneath. All he had to do was pull. He lifted and tugged the top off over her head slowly. Her breasts lifted and bounced free as the top came over her head. Din dropped her top to the floor.

Vissna grabbed his hands and held them against her breasts. Then she dropped her hands to give him free, unguided range over her. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and they perked in response. She moaned, "More." He rubbed her in massaging circles and she closed her eyes and tipped her head back in enjoyment. Her breasts felt so unbelievably soft under his rough hands. Din noticed the scar between her shoulder and neck, the one he had given her. Something about her having to wear his mark forever made his pants suddenly uncomfortably tight.

As he continued to play with her breasts, Vissna brought her hands back to his pants, removing the protective plates on his thighs. Then she looked up at him as she held onto the waistband of his pants, ready to pull them down. She waited for him to stop her. But he didn't. She pulled them down slowly, it was a little tough, only because something inside had made his pants awfully restrictive. When she had him exposed she gasped. He looked too delicious to resist.

She dropped his pants to his knees and held his erect member in her hand eliciting a groan from him. Then she started to pump him slowly with one hand. Din had to take a hand off her breast to brace himself against the wall. He thought he might either collapse on top of her or come right now on her face. He hoped neither. He remembered the dream he had of her, with her lips around him. He pulsed in her grip, causing the tip of him to glisten with his longing.

Vissna opened her mouth and licked his tip, tasting him, evoking a moan from him. Her eyes were looking up, as if she could see him, then she took his tip into her mouth. He pulsed again inside her and groaned. Now he needed both his hands to keep himself standing. Vissna slid him out, and then back into her mouth, deeper this time.

Her wet, warm mouth felt like a tease. He could almost imagine what being inside her cunt would feel like. She licked up his length, then took him inside her mouth again. Then she slid him back out, "give me your hands," she said. He would be a fool if he didn't comply with whatever whims she had at this point. She took his hands and placed them around her head. Then she began pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. He dug his fingers into her hair, pulling her hair and thrusting into her mouth.

At first he went slow, but soon, the feeling of a build-up became too much. He pulled her further and harder around him, choking her as his length pushed into the back of her throat. Tears streamed down Vissna's gorgeous face as he pushed further into her. Vissna whimpered and moaned to encourage him. She kept her eyes up for him, wanting him to have the best view. He pulled in and out faster and Vissna grabbed onto Din's hips and held on tightly as he sped up.

He tugged her face into him and thrust in perfect timing. Suddenly he stopped and tugged to pull out, but Vissna grabbed his hips and pulled him back into her. He moaned and came into her mouth, spilling down her throat. He grunted as she swallowed and sucked him into her. Then she pulled up his pants for him and pulled him into the bed with her. He laid with her, without any protest. She straddled his hips causing him to groan. Then she took off his chest and shoulder plates, laying them on the floor. She cuddled up under his arm with her leg over the top of him. She listened to his breath as it became slow even. She felt his heart beating slower. He was asleep.

Vissna knew she couldn't give all herself to him, not in this moment. She needed to further develop his relationship with her. As much as she wanted to take him. He needed to be accepting fully of her, unquestioning of her decisions and past choices. She would only give him a taste of what she had to offer him. She could already envision her empire. Sending her knight out to do her bidding, then him coming home to her and worshipping her body for a whole week before she'd send him back out again. Her apprentice was the last piece of this picture. Grogu was the key to keeping Din loyal to her. If Grogu was dependent on her teachings, Din wouldn't be able to leave her. It was time to visit the young one.

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