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Maxima of Almerac, alone in her personal bed chamber, brushed her red flowing hair on the bed. Yes, that task would usually be up to her servant girls, but Maxima, at present, wanted to be by herself and thought nothing against grooming her hair from time to time.

She wore a purple veil dress that left nothing for the male imagination. See-through just enough to see the best she can offer, yet dark enough to shroud the most desirable features. While brushing her well-kept hair, she thought about her cherished husband, Vader.

Tall, dark, and handsome, her soulmate that she'd been searching for her entire life, he had been busy and occupied by managing the empire he had created for her and their future children, of course. However, she would barely see him, what with him being in his castle, Vader would occasionally make up for his absence by engaging with her in great lovemaking.

But thinking about the passionate times they had, she came to the opinion that they were more dreamlike than actually real. Of course, that could just be that out of the great quality of it it would seem that it could only exist in a great dream.

The door to her bed chambers slid open and closed. Maxima, facing away from the entrance, rolled her eyes. She made it very clear that no one, unless Vader, would enter her room without at least knocking.

"How many times do I have to say it?!" She frustratingly scolded the person who was making way for her. "Unless it has something to do with my husband, no one is supposed to enter!" The figure kept walking towards, "Ugh! Is that 11-4E? I'm going to send you to the junkyard if you…" She turned to the interrupting figure that transpassed within her sanctuary.

The figure was donned in a black robe, the hood concealing their features. The unknown person stopped a few paces away from the bed. Having enough, she grabbed her broadsword that was always kept under her bed. She pointed at the hooded figure. "Either tell me who you are or so help me, I'll—"

The hooded man undid his cowl; Maxima tilted her sword to the ground, surprise showing on her face. A strong jaw, a wavy mane of brown hair, broad shoulders, a display of male perfection that ought to be immortalized by a statue. She knew this face, her beloved husband. She had seen this face before, if not occasionally, in their adult time. She shouldn't be surprised, yet it seemed like she was gazing at his true face for the very first time.

She dropped the sword onto the floor next to the bed, and she walked towards her husband, still trying to grasp why she was astonished by his looks while admiring the handsome view. "Vader?" Her voice carried her bewildered state. "Is t-that, you?" The other reason she could tell it was him other than physical looks was that he sensed his strong aura.

Vader, now seeing his wife for the first time with his actual eyes, did not think that his courage would be lacking at this moment. This wasn't how he originally met her, and he tricked her with his stronger mental powers to make her believe this was his true self all along. At first, to make a marriage and use her position towards power. Now, overtime, he came to have feelings for the woman he once considered crazy. And those feelings grew into a hefty attachment that he could not ignore.

Looking into those beautiful eyes in the color of an ocean, speaking the truth to her was more difficult than he cared to admit. "It is." He answered her.

"Why…" she got closer to Vader, putting one hand on his strong chest and another on his well-defined face, as to make sure this wasn't some illusion. "Why do I feel like this is the first time I've ever seen you?" She reflected with genuine amazement and disbelief.

Vader could only take a deep breath of needed self-confidence, gently grabbed his wife's hand from his face, and held it with his own. "Because Maxima…it is."

Confusion was set in Maxima at first, not understanding his words. Vader could only reconcile by holding both of Maxima's hands and boldly telling the true story, "I haven't been honest to you, Maxima. This…wasn't always me."

"I don't…understand."

"Of course you don't. That suit I always wear wasn't for show; it was part of me. I had to survive in it. I had no legs, arms, skin, or lungs; the suit provided me with all of that. I didn't think you could love me like that…so I made an illusion where you thought I always looked like this…I'm…sorry."

Maxima recoiled with a step backward, pulling her hands from her husband's grip. Feelings of anger, frustration, and betrayal all boil up in her with her face twisting in an unforgiving way. She didn't know whether to scream in his face, call for a divorce, slap him, or make a devastating energy blast at him. Well, she thought most of them were somewhat overkill. She was fine slapping him, and she did.

Her hand connected to his face, not too hard, of course, and left a tender hand mark on his cheek. Vader felt the stinging hit come but made no attempt to fight back. The slap echoed throughout the plush room, cracking like a whip. His face turned in the opposite direction of the blow, almost away from her. His eyes were closed, nearly not wanting to bring the shame of even looking at her. He didn't deserve her at all.

After a long and tense pause of silence, Vader waits and Maxima gives him a sour look. "Vader…" she said with great disgust and disapproval. Then, surprising the man, she returned the close step to him, and her demeanor changed to an excited and wanting expression. As if all of her disgust left her. "Oh Vader…"

She pulled Vader into a kiss by grabbing his head. Shocked at first but slowly faded away into relief when the embrace knocked out the staggering surprise. Her lips were alluringly soft, and she tasted sweet. He couldn't help but stay within the hold of the loving kiss, her quiet moans giving more permission to continue.

He stopped, ceasing the kiss and being confused himself. "I don't understand." He said.

"Please," she replied with a voice that suggested that she thought of him as being unaware. She played with his brown, wavy hair. "You've done all of that for me? How can I be mad at you?" Besides, how can she be angry at this hunk?

"You mean, you love me for who I am?"

"I will always love you, even when you're just a walking corpse. Because you're mine, and I'm yours."

Words of another person's unconditional love for him brought something old and strange to Vader. It made him weightless, his heart pounding. So buried and forgotten, this feeling was so hidden to Vader that he didn't know what it was. But he found the proper name for it.

Joy. Yes, that was the feeling. He felt joy in that moment. It had been so long that happiness and peace within him had been foreign and unattainable concepts. Too long has he been a cold machine, unable to be fully human, to feel the warm touch of a woman. He had gone bitter from it, and those two decades within the suit seemed like centuries in a dark, lonely dungeon.

Now, he had a wife who truly loved him, flaws or not. This overwhelming feeling of happiness made the corners of his mouth go upward, making a smile that hadn't been made in a long time.

He put his arms around her waist, still covered in the silky veil over her body. Though slightly constricting the full touch of her body, the veil was thin enough that he could still feel her smooth and soft hips.

Maxima let her husband express his hands and be free to feel her lower back. She licked her lips and brought her lips to his again, this time with more passion and desire edged in every smooch. When their tongues wrestled, Maxima's moans were becoming more and more pronounced. Her heart wasn't the only thing getting excited, nor was her mouth the only wet thing. A mighty need must be fulfilled and taken care of, and her husband has the only tool to take care of that.

When the kiss ended for them, she handled the robe he was wearing. "This is too stuffy for my taste," she said with a deceitful smile. "Let's go do something better for the both of us." She started to undo his clothing, from robe to outer tunic.

Vader, awkward that his wife was undressing him, only let her and helped Maxima take his pants and boots off as he knew directly what she wanted. The last line of defense that separated Vader from shamefully modest and nude was his drawers. His member becomes slightly erect, being clearly shown through the fabric.

Maxima saw her husband's shaft through his underwear and couldn't help but bite her lip. She liberated the sex organ by fully pulling down the underwear, and it rocketed upward. She stroked it with both hands, wanting the full, mouth-watering length to come out. Her hunky hubby let out a soft breath of pleasurable moan past his teeth as she milked his cock. Not too slowly, but not too fast, enough to make things fun.

When it got to the full erect length, she couldn't let it escape her eyes, and her womanhood screamed for it where a small stream was created. She kissed him again, though more sloppy and deliberately inviting. She ended with a wish, "I want you, my love, ravenous me, darling." She proceeded to take off her purple veil that covered her body and offer her nude body to her husband.

Vader watched his wife get naked, becoming an even more beautiful creature in the aftermath. The purple veil had a mystical allure, her nude form, however, was a greater sense of profound beauty. It was like looking at the most well-sculpted and perfect statue of the female form. Skin smooth and with no imperfections. A blend of muscles and curvatures. A chest that a wanting future mother like herself would greatly appreciate. Her womanhood was warm and started to drip, begging him to enter.

She climbed onto her bed, laying her uncovered back on the silky sheets and her womanhood towards him. Maxima spread her legs open, inviting her man to a lustful embrace. "I need you."

Climbing onto the bed too, and now over his wife, Vader realized that despite all of the things he went through, done, and happened around him, he was nervous. It has been a long time since he felt the touch of a woman, especially in this type of loving act. His heart pounded against the walls of his chest. Staring into those eyes of his new lover and now the center of his universe, he had no clear thought other than making their lips connect again.

Her husband made another embrace of their lips, and she gladly accepted it. She wrapped her arms around him and caressed his well-muscled back. He felt so amazing, she observed, and her nerves screamed at her to let her husband take her body and do whatever he pleased with it. She got so hot and bothered that she wouldn't be able to contain herself any longer.

She wanted to be bred.

After several moments of kissing, she broke the contact between their lips, and she implored to him with excited breaths, "I want you, love; don't hold back on me. Please just ravage me."

All of the actions Vader performed and did on him somehow made him nervous to do. But his love's desire to be with him breathed in a fire of confidence in his chest. Guiding his erected member while still holding her blue-eyed gaze, he plunged it into her vaginal lips.

Both of them let out a sigh of moan when he penetrated her a bit. Going deeper in her, Maxima hugged him tighter; a shudder spread across her body. It felt like she was going to be split down from the middle!

Her insides wrapped around his prick like a glove, this type of pleasure, he saw, had never been felt by him for a very long time. Then, he slowly moved back out a bit to a steady thrust in again. He did this repetition multiple times until he trusted her at a speed both enjoyed.

When Vader increased his thrusts in her, juices from her cunt became lubricant, and her eyes started to roll back a bit while each thrust he made jiggled her breast in tandem. She moaned at each interval that a thrust was made while Vader grunted. She loved the cute face he made and his eyes staring into her, it almost looked like he was stuck in a trance. After minutes of this, Maxima wanted the pace to be picked up.

Lovemaking was fine and all, but she didn't want that at the moment, she wanted to be fucked.

Biting her lip from being penetrated over and over again and whimpering, she said, "Vader, don't be soft on me…" she made a muffled moan, "I want you to FUCK my brains out!"

His wife begged for more action; he delivered what she craved. He drove his member deeper into her, with more power and speed than before. Sweat started to drench their nude bodies, and sounds of pounding skin echoed in the bed chamber.

Maxima, with one hand, gripped the bedsheets with the other, still holding onto her husband's back. Automatically, her legs that were in the air now wrapped themselves around Vader's lower back. Not that he was going to leave anytime soon, but she wanted to feel every inch of his body with hers.

She kept staring into his blue eyes and saw a face that was entrenched in raw pleasure. Wanting to encourage more of this behavior, she began to talk to him while still being drilled out. "Mmmh, Vader, I love you so fucking much! This pussy is yours, do whatever you want with it! I'm just your personal breeding slut!" She stopped when she trailed off, and some drool left out of her mouth. "Oh god! I think I'm gonna cum soon! I swear this dick is too go—" Her lustful confession was stopped when Vader jabbed a hand to cover her mouth.

He didn't stop thrusting into her, of course. Vader gazed down at his Maxima with an annoyed expression. "Has anyone told you that you're annoying and should keep that mouth of yours to yourself?"

Still getting her brains pounded out of her, Maxima made a devious smile at him. "Maybe you should ahh!…f-fuck me t-till…till I shut up!"

His thrusting still being uninterrupted, he replied, "If that's what you wish." Harder and faster, he penetrated her with new vigor.

Her moans became screams of pure ecstasy; her tongue was out as she felt like a bitch in heat finally getting what she desired. She felt an orgasm begin to come soon, but what drove her crazy was when he had to grope one breast, tingling her nerves. Getting fucked, his cock stretching out her pussy, just felt wonderful. Building up, an explosive climax is about to elapse, and she can no longer hold it in. "Ohhh, fuuuccck, Imma…imma," she said in a sweet, distracted tone, her head dropped back to the bed. "Im gonna cuuum!"

Her orgasm erupted all sorts of juices; he felt his member get drowned within her walls. As to teach her a lesson, he pulled out as her womanhood flooded out juices. Then, with his other hand quickly, he played with her clit in a rubbing motion. With a hand a mess of her, the orgasm went all over the place.

Maxima, once a moanful, sweating mess, now was a begging, wordless, wet, quivering mess that screamed out passionate cries to her love. In the haze of her climax, her tongue was out and opened from her panting, only to be closed when her sexy hubby stuffed his own mouth into hers and silenced her moaning. Her climaxing stopped, and her lips meshed in a slippery connection of saliva and sweat.

In between smooches, Maxima gasped for air, in one breath, she said while joyfully laughing, "Ohh, you're just a bad boy, aren't you."

Allowing himself a smirk, and his only answer was the stuff re-entrance of his prick into his wife. She made a yelp that turned into more helpless moans as he renewed his thrusting. "That's only…" he said finally and groaned, "…half of it."

The sex continued, loins meeting over and over again, Maxima rubbed one of her tits, biting her lip just as Vader kept destroying her pussy. Feeling his cock twitch and pulse more, she knew what that meant. "Mmmh, you better not pull out on me," she demanded, "I want every single drop of cum in my tight little bitch pussy!"

"As if…I…was…" his thrusts got more and more intense as his body was screaming with pleasure. "Was going to do that!" He quickly finished his words as he dived deep into her, slamming both loins together, then shot his hot seed into her.

Maxima quivered and moaned with her husband as he came so hard within her. "Yes!" She screamed out, "Give me a child! I want a fucking family! I want your baby!"

He grunted as more and more cum sprayed into her womb as she clenched her toes. Her body trembled as he pumped the last shots. After his climax, Vader collapsed onto his wife, his chest pressing up against her rounded breasts. It felt like expelling his seed into her, his energy left as well. He had his head over her shoulder as he took in breaths.

Watching her husband take a breather, he pulled out of her, letting a load of streaming semen gush out from her cunt. Maxima felt so stuffed with this much cum in her. So, she most definitely would be pregnant after this intense love-induced breeding. She put her hand on her groin and started to cup some of the cum that was leaving out of her and put it back in. She's gotta keep their kids in a warm and safe place somewhere.

"I don't think I can keep all of this cum you got me, my love." She jokingly said while playing with her glazed, filled clit. "But I definitely think I can try to have some more, right Va—" When tracking her eyes on Vader's face on her shoulder, she noted his eyes were starting to close. "Hubby, are you tired?" She was somewhat shocked.

Exhausted, Vader replied in a relaxed tone, still drained from their carnal act. "I…haven't…done…this…in…some…time." His eyes were so close to shutting.

Maxima wasn't going to have it. Sure, she got a load of cum in her that probably would impregnate her, yet she still wanted every single drop of cum deep inside of her pussy. Besides, who said the fun had to stop here?

"Nuh-uh!" She snapped, Maxima's legs wrapped around Vader's body once more, and she shifted her body to roll over him. Now, she was on top of her darling, and her darling was below her. She straddled him though she didn't put his half-erect cock in yet. "No one is done here until someone's pelvis breaks!…" she went closer to his face for crystal clear emphasis, "…Or you put EVERY LAST DROP of CUM in my bitch cunt!"

Vader was staggered by the sudden position change and was appreciative of his wife wanting to have more, but his member, still recovering, he only shook his head, "Maxima…this isn't a contest."

"It is now." She said with a mischievous smile, "And I say you're the judge. Right now, I have one way to change your mind to give me a 100 percent score..." she moved below at the edge of the bed, putting her knees on the floor. Then, she pulled Vader's lower body to come to her; his dick in front of her face was her target. She stroked his tender prick while putting it closer, intentionally slapping the side of her face with his cock. "Let's give little Vader some motivation to go on."

Vader pulled up his head from the sheets and arched his brow. "What are you doing?"

Still had a wicked smile, "I'm doing my job as your personal fuck-toy, is what I'm doing." Maxima opened her mouth and sealed her lips around his shaft. She went up and down, stroking his cock with her own wet mouth.

Vader's eyes went up when the sense of pleasure sparked in his body. His wife used her mouth to satisfy him, occasionally using a hand to stroke him while she performed the oral act. He never had this kind of sexual act done to him before; now, it was stunning him with just the feeling.

Watching her husband, a Dark Lord of the Sith, Emperor, and a man who strikes fear into so many people, letting out a gust of moan past his teeth while he was at the mercy of her warm mouth, brought Maxima so much joy. He squirmed a bit and tried to stay up, but the sliding of her tongue and mouth on his dick made him collapse onto the bed and place a hand on her cheek.

She stopped sucking his thick cock, and the unsealing of her lips off of it made a 'pop' noise. She still stroked it methodically and giggled at her overwhelmed hubby. "Liking it, darling?" She asked, and Vader only replied with an up-and-down motion of his head.

She made a satisfied hum. "Who knew being your slut was this fun. Maybe instead of Empress, I should just be your concubine from now on." She put out her tongue and licked his shift from the base up as if it were a lollipop. "How does that sound, me being your breeding whore, getting fucked by you and sucking you off day in and day out, huh?" Vader, still recovering from her fellatio, didn't respond. "I'll take that as a yes," she said and continued to suck his cock.

Vader endured the sensual act she was doing but felt that another orgasm would come very soon. "Maxima…I'm gonna…" he felt his prick explode in her mouth with his seed. He brought two hands onto her head and made his shaft plunge deep into the recess of Maxima's mouth. Loads of semen doused her throat and mouth; Maxima made constricted moans while Vader pumped those last shots into her.

When he was done, he dropped his hands, and Maxima left her mouth off his cock. Trails of saliva, precum, and white semen entangled themselves between her red lips and his dick. Maxima gasped for air, which was followed by coughing. She held up a hand under her mouth to catch any cum that spilled from her mouth. When done, get her breath, she noticed that there was plenty more cum still in her mouth. Drips of hot semen were on her breast and moved downward, caused by her gagging.

She swished the mouthful of semen left to right, put both hands together in a cupping position under her mouth, and opened her lips to expel the cum. Sticky baby juice poured out of her mouth and was mostly contained in her hands. Just wanting to savor and save her hubby's precious baby batter, she went to her feet, lowered her hands, and put as much cum into her pussy. A good portion of it was wasted by dropping onto the floor, but by playing with her hands, she made sure some of the cum went deep into her walls.

Who knew being a cumdump for her husband felt so good.

"God, I'm so stuffed," she observed, watching a trail of cum slither down onto her legs. She looked up to see her hubby tired…again. "HEY!" She yelled up, bringing up her hands to her naked hips, "I didn't say that we're done FUCKING!"

Vader, still keeping his gaze on the ceiling, puffed out an exaggerated sigh, "I say we're finished."

Maxima jumped onto her husband, making the bed bounce a bit. She was on all fours above him. "Oh, I see," she dragged out the last word, "I got a weak, limp dick of a husband who doesn't want to fuck his wife 24/7, is that it?"

Now, it was Vader's turn not to have any of it. His head shot up to glare at Maxima, and then he wrapped two arms around her smooth waist and flipped both of them, making her yelp in surprise, now he was above her, and she was below. Then, he made Maxima go on all fours. He went behind her, her bottom presenting itself to him.

She yelped in surprise again. "So, you're gonna take me from behind?" She arched her back, making a valley between her shoulders and her ass, shaking it for him, of course, "Just like an animal in heat?"

Vader grabbed his wife's waist to handle her. The head of his shaft did poke the entrance of her womanhood but didn't fully penetrate.

Maxima felt her clit being rubbed by Vader's cock, she expected him to plow her like a breeding sow but turned her head back to try to understand why he didn't push that big dick into her. "Something wrong?" She asked genuinely.

"There is something wrong," Vader asked evenly, "Your attitude needs correction."

"Ain't my fault that you don't wanna fuck."

"That doesn't concern me. What annoys me is your nymphomaniac behavior." He pressed.

She grinned, "So what are you gonna do about it?"

Vader eyed her with a cold narrowing of his eyes, "What I'm about to do is a coarse correction on your mentality." He pushed the head of his member somewhat further, almost brushing into her wet folds but still not truly penetrating.

Maxima bites her bottom lip, holding back a moan. "Come on!" She protested, "Put it in!"

Vader shook his head, "Not until you leave the attitude."

Maxima breathed in hard for multiple moments as the teasing was becoming unbearable for her. "Fine FUCK! I'm sorry for calling you a limp dick! Just put it in, please!" She let out an exhausted, impatient cry, "Fuck!"

Vader said, "That's somewhat better.." he deliberately paused, still teasing the entrance of her womb. "But not enough." He had left one hand from her hip and started to lightly touch and feel her vaginal lips. Previous orgasms from him and her still made them wet from the touch.

Tingling sensations spread throughout Maxima's nerves. She shook and gripped the bed sheets even harder and slightly rolled her eyes upward. "Pleeeasse," she tried to reason amongst the cacophony of senses she was under, "Don't fucking make me beg for it like a slave!"

"That seems to be what needs to be done." He addressed me.

"Fuck! God!" She barely contained the moans leaving her mouth. She dropped her head onto the bed. She felt so broken, so helpless now. The object of her desire was so close yet so far away. She was a nymphomaniac! And Vader was teasing her addiction away. She can't take it anymore! "Shit! FINE! Please fuck me till I can't walk anymore. I can't do this anymore. Just be my love forever!"

Satisfied, Vader let off his finger and fully penetrated Maxima with a hard thrust. She screamed a pleasured cry while his member pumped in and out of her.

Maxima panted, having fully surrendered her body to Vader. She dropped her head again, the teasing her hubby did built up another climax. She was so caught up in the pounding that she didn't issue a warning and let out another explosive orgasm. Her squirt made a mess out of the sheets, and put more lube between their loins, but Vader did not give her mercy, so he fucked her tender pussy while she rode out the rest of her climax.

Vader thrusted in and out for several minutes, using his wife's hips as a grip support. Finally, he felt his end coming. He clenched his teeth when he was about to explode, and with one great plunge, he pushed the deepest he could into Maxima and shot loads of semen within her.

Maxima and Vader cried out moans with each other. He rode out his last shots of semen and pulled out. A hot stream of mixed orgasm fluids from both of them streamed out of her cunt. Exhausted, Maxima collapsed onto the bed. Vader did the same, both being entangled by one another.

Both took on much-needed breaths, sweat gleaming over their perfect bodies. Maxima nuzzled her head onto her husband's shoulder and wrapped an arm on his sweat-covered chest. Vader himself wrapped an arm too around his wife.

In their daze, both stared up at the ceiling. Neither said a word for many moments until Maxima said, "Vader…let's…go away from all of this. No Almerac, no empire, no galaxy. Just you, me…" She caressed her lower stomach, and just down below, her womanhood filled to the brim of his seed, "…and the baby."

Vader paused his breathing for a bit, considered her words carefully, and turned his head to her. "I…want to do that too."

Maxima smiled, which led to Vader smiling back. "I love you, Vader."

"I love you to,o Maxima," Vade purred back.

Both were about to kiss one more, lovingly time, but Vader's vision went black.

Darth Vader woke up in his meditation pod. Helmet off, white scarred head revealed in the inner pod's sterile walls.

He gasped and looked around to see where Maxima was. Then he realized…it was just a dream…a cruel and twisted dream that mocked him.

He didn't cry or scream or say forsaking words to the force, he only stared into the white walls of his seal meditation pod, only staring at what true love could be.

Notes. so yeah ,that was my first NSFW story, did fine I guess. Would of been perfect if I posted on Valetines day but all well. So, any Gooners in the chat? How was it?