Star Wars: Swords of the Force

[HookerBoots]

Irina made her way to where the pinpoint awareness of Ramza was, shifting back and forth between determination and pain, the bag of food hitting her leg as she strode down the hallways. When someone met her gaze, she looked back long enough to acknowledge them, then away, straight ahead. Perhaps she should be more . . . something, friendly, perhaps, to these people, but she was more concerned with putting Ramza back together. Hopefully, they would understand.

She opened the door of the cargo bay where he was working, just in time to see him straightening up from a crouch on the floor, and her breath caught for a moment. Dear gods, he was so . . . delicious looking.

Instead, she cleared her throat, stepping inside the door. "Sorry it took me so long, love. Lizzie wanted to talk for a little while."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza smiled, shaking his head, "It's fine. You should get to visit with your sister a little. It's been a long time and...on the ship or the island, neither was exactly ideal for reunions." Partly because of him. His smile faded a bit, but only a little. Although...he thought'd he's seen something in her eyes when he was standing up. A flash of something...he wasn't sure he'd ever see from her again. Something he hadn't thought possible. Not after his total emasculation, his being unable to escape for so long, and all the rest of it.

How could she want him? But...he was sure he'd seen that in her eyes...

"I was just about done." He looked back at the stacks of crates, the lifts, and the cranes. "I could do more...but I'd be doing it to make myself hurt, and that's not the healthiest thing." He sighed, "I'm together enough to realize that those impulses aren't good ones, at least."

He moved to stand before her. She was so pretty. He took a few silent moments just to look at her, a kind of holy adoration deep in his dark eyes. "More food, huh? Good. I'm hungry." He hadn't thought about it...but now he kind of was. Not a lot, but still...huh. But she only needed one hand to carry the food, so...

Ramza swallowed, holding a hand out to her, the fingers trembling just barely enough to be seen, "Shall we retire, my heart?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Her heart lept. He wanted to hold her hand while they went back? Maybe this would work, after all. She took his hand, smiling at him sweetly. "Indeed, love." His palm was hot and a little sweaty, but the rest of him was hot and a lot sweaty, so she didn't think much of it. But it would be terribly sweet if it were because of her. He was so adorable.

They got to the room, and she set the bag of food on the bed. The timing on this seduction was going to be tight – the sonic shower didn’t take that long to work. "Go ahead and shower, Ramza. I'll set up dinner." Smiling and kissing his cheek as he passed her on his way to the shower, she planned everything carefully in her mind.

First, she wound her hair up, primarily to keep it out of her way, and held it in place with the hairpin her father had given her. That memory was a little bitter, now, but she didn’t delve too deeply into it. Strip fast, boots off, arrange the food, dim the lights . . . the shower stopped, and she looked up sharply. The timing was just right, wasn’t it?

Irina sat on the edge of the bed, back slightly arched, hands on the bed just behind her hips, legs crossed at the knee. Please, please, let this work.

Her body almost ached for him to touch her, want her. And as much as she longed for him physically, she wanted – needed – the emotional joining more. There was still a distance, mentally and emotionally, between them; she knew why, of course, but that didn’t make it any easier. And maybe this would be the way to shrink that distance somewhat.

The door opened, and he stepped out, his eyes still shadowed, but still looking better than he had that morning. Her smile was a little shy, but as inviting as she could make it. “Ramza, would you like to,” one hand reached up behind her and pulled out the hairpin, letting her hair fall around her shoulders, “have something to eat, or try a different kind of exercise?” She uncrossed her legs, leaving them parted slightly, not enough to be vulgar, but enough to punctuate her offer.

 

[Armphid]

Ramza leaned against the shower walls for a few long moments before activating the cleaning chamber. It felt...good to be naked. He hadn't wanted to be, had almost feared being unclothed since his torment at the hands of the Sith. It was just too much of a reminder. But now, his body feeling good and worked out, muscles sore but happily burning, a healthy sweat from exercise on his skin, he felt...good nude. Still a little uncomfortable, true. But it was still much better than he'd thought it would be.

He thumbed the activation button, the low thrum of the sonics hitting his ears. Such a strange feeling, even though he should be used to it. Waves of air bombarding his body, shaking loose dirt, sweat, and grime. It felt like every single hair on his body was vibrating...which it was, really. What he wouldn't have given for a real shower! Water! God, he wanted to feel water on his skin. He should have taken a bath when they were on that planet...but he probably would have just tried to drown. Closing his eyes, he pushed those thoughts away with those of Irina waiting for him in the room beyond, with food. Was there anything better than your girl and a decent meal waiting for you?

Ramza pulled on a clean pair of pants after the shower ended, feeling clean-ish. He knew himself to be clean, but it just didn't feel like the clean of washing himself. Anyway. Irina was waiting.

And, oh, was she ever. Ramza stepped in to the dimly lit room, his eyes widening to try and take in all the light that was available. Why was it-and then he saw her. His mouth fell open, the words he was going to speak fleeing away from him. By the Force...

Irina was just barely on the bed, her pert, bubble butt perched to be perfectly displayed. Her back was bent just enough to push out her chest, displaying her full, high, bountiful breasts wonderfully. Her hands, almost demurely, were back, resting just behind her ass, thrusting her chest out even more. Her legs, long, sleek, were crossed over her sex. Her perfect, pretty pussy hidden from view. But he could smell it. Oh...oh, that smell. Her eyes gleamed in the dark with seductive intent, warm invitation, and...want. She wanted him. After all this...she wanted him. Him.

Then the hairpin came out, and her chestnut locks cascaded down, framing her wonderfully naughty face, contrasting with her flawless skin, the longest locks pulling attention back to her gorgeous bosom and her erect nipples. "Irina...," he managed after a long minute of just staring at her. He could feel himself growing and swelling below. Part of him was scared, wanted to hold back, but...he just couldn't.

Ramza smiled, a shy, adoring, almost permission asking smile. He stepped to the bed, his eyes never leaving her, feasting upon the sight of her magnificence. "I think...that I need the kind of work-out I can only get from you," he said softly.

 

[HookerBoots]

Internally, she cheered, almost dancing with joy. Thank all the gods that ever were or would be! Outside, she stood calmly and extended her hand to him. "I was hoping you'd say that." Irina stepped toward him, thrilled again at his touch as his hand met hers. She pulled gently, and took a half step, just enough to wrap her arms around his neck lightly, press her breasts against his chest.

"Ramza, I . . . want you so very much," she whispered, lifting up on her toes to kiss him. Gentle at first, then hotter, more hungry. It felt . . . oh, it felt miraculous. And he kissed back, that was the best part. He still wanted her, despite everything that had happened. Her hands started to move, stroking his hair and the back of his neck. She'd wanted this. It almost amazed her how much she'd wanted this, to feel him against her, wanting her, not just seeking comfort.

She pulled back slightly, just enough to catch her breath - but all she could taste was his lips, all she could breathe was his breath. Wonderful, in every way. Licking her lips, her tongue brushed against his lips and she almost shivered before kissing him again, almost desperately.

 

[Armphid]

As she embraced him, his arms closed about her waist, her bare form against him. Unbelievable. How good, how right it felt. The warmth of her skin was both calming and exciting, her feel of her arms around his neck a reminder of her want, the feel of her breasts pressing against him erotic and tantalizing.

Her kiss was tender, but grew more needy, more hungry as the seconds blissfully passed. His lips answered, his ardor growing with each moment. His hands stroked the small of her back, his right moving up, caressing her skin, to slide through her hair. He'd missed this. He hadn't been aware before of just how much he had. How much he might have needed this. How much he wanted this, and wanted her.

Again she kissed him, her kiss eager, desperate, heart aching desirous. His arms tightened about her, drawing her curvy, womanly form more firmly against him. His own kiss was passionate and zealous, and he moaned into her as her tongue slipped past his lips to taste him. The kiss broke, Ramza gasping for breath, "I missed this, missed having you, so much."

He kissed her again, with searing, loving ferocity. He did not linger, letting his head tilt to kiss her chin, then the top of her neck. Lifting her up slightly in his arms, he danced kisses down her neck, his tongue flicking out to lick her skin, to taste her.

His hands explored, as if it had been years since he had touched her, and needed to familiarize himself again with her lush body. They ran over the globes of her ass, down the back of her thighs, up and over her hips, along her shoulders, needing to feel every inch of her wonderland. Ramza raised his head, looking down at her. He smiled, letting his head fall to press his forehead to hers. "...mine."

Then he gently pushed her back, his eyes never leaving her. Gods and all the starry universe...he loved, just loved, to see her naked. She was so beautiful, so elegant. His hands undid his pants, and he pulled them down, now as bade as she was. "Now, what exercises should we do first?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina smiled, her eyes travelling over his body. Had there ever been a more wonderful sight in the universe? She wanted him so very much that it was almost indecent, an imperative that they would both be pleased to satisfy. Finally, finally, they would be together again. It felt so good, like coming home - like coming home should, her mind supplied.

Her smile was a little more broad as she stepped backward toward the bed. "Well, nothing too strenuous at first. Perhaps some push-ups . . . of a sort. Sit down, love." Irina kissed him deeply before turning them around so that he was closer to the bed than she was. "Let me do some of the work at first, Ramza. You had a workout already today, you should rest a little."

 

[Armphid]

"If you insist," he replied with a small smile. He kissed her again, almost more of a peck. Her lips just drew his to them. He didn't want to stop kissing her, really, but she was promising him even greater things. And after all the hurt, he, they could use the pleasure. "I am a bit tired...and I want all my strength for the more strenuous part of our workout."

Ramza sat down slowly, enjoying the view as his head moved lower down her body. Sitting on the bed, Irina standing in front of him, he had a magnificent, close-up view of her breasts. And how he loved it. He glanced up at her with a smile, then his eyes traveled as if magnetized back to her chest. "...Whenever you wish to start, my heart. I could watch this part of the gym for quite a while very happily, so there's no rush." He looked back up at her with a wink and a roguish grin that was, for a moment, his former self again.

 

[HookerBoots]

Her laughter was light and soft, one hand stroking the side of his neck. "Look as much as you want, my love. It's yours to watch, after all." Irina bent, resting her cheek on the top of his head for a moment. Kissing his hair, she sank to her knees, looking up at him with her desire bare on her face. "But I do want to get some exercise today."

Placing her hands on his knees, she gently opened his legs and moved one hand to the stiffening member between them. "And this looks like an excellent tool to use. I hope you're all right with my using it." Her hand started to stroke, moving smoothly up and down the hot, growing hardness. Oh, gods, he felt amazing in her hand. Irina felt her pussy getting wetter, thinking about having him inside her, under her, over her, just . . . with her.

 

[Armphid]

As she took hold of him, her skin smooth and warm, but oddly cool on his cock, Ramza shuddered. Not from revulsion or pain, but from how deeply, desperately satisfying just that touch was. "Oh, Irina..." His eyes closed as he savored the feeling, "your touch, it's..." His hands ran up her arms to rest on her shoulders, his hands massaging the muscles there, trying to speak for him. He couldn't find the words, but...it felt SO good, and meant so much.

He opened his eyes, taking a shallow gasping breath as she started to stroke him, coaxing him to full length and hardness in a matter of moments. She still had her magic touch. He smiled, enjoying the sight almost as much as the feeling. "It's the...ahh..perfect tool for the job, I...mmm...assure you. And you..are welcommme...to use it, whenever you want." One hand lifted to run again through her hair. He loved her hair. "It's yours...yours as much as mine, you know."

 

[HookerBoots]

She smiled up at him, her hand still stroking his shaft. "I look forward to using it as often as possible. I do love this tool, you know." Without speaking another word, she bent her head and slipped her tongue out. Irina let her tongue slide around and over the head of his cock, tasting his skin and the salty-sweet precum that was seeping from it.

She'd almost forgotten how good he tasted, how smooth and hard his cock felt against her tongue.

"Oh, Ramza," she breathed, pulling her head up slightly to look at him again. "You taste incredible." Her head went back down, but she kept her eyes on his face, looking at him as her tongue slithered over the shaft. Her mouth suddenly dropped down onto it, letting him fill her mouth.

 

[Armphid]

There was nothing sexier than that. Nothing more satisfying, more arousing, than Irina looking up him, her eyes fixed on his while she licked and sucked his cock like candy. "Irina, tha-OH, fuck!" His head flew back, eyes wide, he gasped for breath, his body tensing as she suddenly drove her mouth down on his length, taking all of him inside. How...could she...do...that? And how...how could it...feel...so...sooo fucking good?

"Irinaa, lover, that's...aahhh, I can't believe how good that is...you're so sexy, so talented, so fucking good at doing me," he whimpered. It was insane! Just insane! He looked back down at her, noting the pleasure in her eyes as well. She loved this. Not just his reaction, but doing it, tasting it, feeling it in her mouth.

Which made it all the better.

"Can you...can you taste how turned on I am?" She couldn't answer, but...he just had to speak, had to talk. "Feel how big and hard and hot my cock is? Oh, it's all for you, Irina, all because of you." He closed his eyes, licking his lips, "All for you...and all for me...oooh...I've wanted you...wanted you, missed you, so much...you're my perfect lover."

 

[HookerBoots]

It felt better than she could remember to have him in her mouth, to hear him telling her how good her mouth felt and how hard he was for her. Irina smiled as much as she could with her mouth full of his hard cock. Moving her head up and down, she used her hands to stroke his balls and thighs.

She wanted everything he could give her, and wanted to give him the best she could. He deserved it, and more. This was the least she could do, to try to balance what had been done to him before.

Pulling her head up, she smiled at him as she caught her breath. "I've missed you so very much, Ramza. You're . . . gods, I've wanted to be with you so badly." Still looking up at him, she pressed her lips to the head of his cock, letting it slide between them slowly.

 

[Armphid]

Had she really? He wanted that to be true, but in his heart, there was still doubt. He'd felt the echoes of the pleasures she'd taken with Darth Traya. They were intense, deep, powerful. With all that happening...had she even been able to miss him? To want him? It didn't seem likely...

But she was saying it, and he didn't feel any lie, any wavering in her. Trust her. He had to trust her. Even if he didn't want to, even if he wanted to hold on to some of his hurt, some of his betrayal, some shred of the wrong he'd suffered. But to what end? To what point?

He sighed, a long, breathy sigh, as he fed her his cock. Slowly, surely, sliding himself past those flesh hugging lips to bury all of his member that he could in the wet, warm, living heaven of her mouth and throat. "Yess...I know, I know. I believe you." He'd make himself believe.

"Oh, Irina...you're so fucking, ah, so good at...at pleasuring me. Mmm...you know just what to do, just how to ooooohhh...how to suck a cock." The feeling of her hands touching him was electric, sending tingles of erotic sensation through him. Ahd her mouth...heavens, her mouth, sucking and licking him with devotion, her head moving up and down his slick shaft...it was magical. Miraculous. He loved the feeling of it, and loved the sight of it even more. "Fuck, you look...so sexy with my cock in your mouth, lover. Oh! And...and you make it feel so good."

 

[HookerBoots]

She could feel the sliver of doubt in him, the want to believe that wasn't the same as belief. But that was better than the bitterness, the festering miserable anger that had been there, so Irina let it slide. And resolved to do all she could to prove herself again. But before she could do that . . . she wanted this, so much.

Lifting her mouth from his cock with a wet, slurping pop, she grinned at him, almost her old self again. "Ramza, my love, do you want me to keep going, or shall we try a different . . . exercise?" No matter what he wanted, she'd do it happily. And she didn't mind what he chose, because she enjoyed being with him. Who was she kidding? She loved it. Loved sucking him, loved riding him, loved being under him, feeling his lips and tongue on her, all of it and any of it. She'd never dreamed that she would have this again, and any part of their love making was heaven.

One finger ran up and down the hard, saliva-wet shaft as she looked up at him, the want on her face clear. "Anything you want, my dearest love, just ask."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza sighed at the way that single, gliding finger made him feel. So different than when she sucked him, but still wonderful. Her every touch was wonderful. He hoped...he wanted to think it was just that she knew how to please him, how to play his body like an instrument. "Nnn...gods, Irina...just touch me, love, and I"ll be more than happy," he moaned.

Then he smiled self depreciatingly. "Not too helpful though, no matter how nice the sentiment is." He looked down at her, and a dsitant thought floated through his mind. Should he...? Would it be wise? What if...what if he wasn't as good at it as she had been? "I want to feel you sucking my cock, and I want to cum in that sweet, hot mouth, but I think we can do those exercises later. I do want to do some...insertion work elsewhere, but...I think it's only fair that I work my mouth a little, don't you?"

 

[HookerBoots]

A small smile on her face, Irina nodded. "I think that might be a good thing to try, Ramza. I'd like that, I know." Bending to take one last lick of his hardness, she stood gracefully. One hand cupped his face as she leaned in to kiss him again, her tongue flicking over his lips before she drew back again. Her eyes travelled over his face and body, drinking in his appearance and pleased expression, and she sighed happily. "God, I love you," she whispered, her fingers massaging the sides of his neck.

After a moment, Irina sat down on the bed next to him, one hand resting on his thigh. "Tell me how you want me to sit or lay, Ramza. I'm all yours," she said softly, the fingers on his leg stroking lightly, moving to his stiff cock.

 

[Armphid]

Ramza sighed at her touch again, so slight and light but so magical. "Ooh...you make it hard for a man to want to move when you do that...mmm...not that I'm complaining. Just, ahhh, commenting."

He sighed then, thinking about how he wanted to do this. Something he should have considered before opening his mouth. "Hmm...well...I could either eat out your pretty pussy with you on your back, your legs thrown over my shoulders, or...you could be on top of me, grinding it into my face as I taste, lick, and service your sweet cunt." It felt...good to talk like that.

He kissed her, a fast, hard, I-want-you-now kiss. "Either of those sound like fun?"

 

[HookerBoots]

She licked her lips. "Mmmm. Both sound wonderful." Irina kissed him in return, matching his hunger. "And while my laziness says that I'd like to lay back and spread my legs like a bad little girl, I think that I want to sit on your face while you eat my wet pussy."

She pressed her lips to the side of his neck, and scooted over, making room for him to stretch out on the bed. "I want to feel you tonguing my cunt, love, I want to feel you so much." Her eyes gleamed at him, and she kissed him again. "You're so great, baby, so sexy and sweet."

 

[Armphid]

Rama grinned like a fool as his live made her choice, his voice low as he said, "Love, you have no idea how incredibly sexy that is, your saying that, and wanting it that way."

He shuddered as she kissed his neck, leaning into her for a moment. As she made space for him, he again felt a burst of nerves. "Sweet..." It was a complement, but he couldn't help but note that sweet and manly weren't that closely related. She hadn't meant that, but he couldn't help to think of it.

He wanted to please her. Wanted to much for this to be better than any time she'd ever had, but...he didn't know how good Traya was compared to him, or...don't think about it. Just don't think about it. Do.

Ramza laid down on the bed, looking up at her. What a great angle to see her from. "Irina, you look so sexy above me like this. So hot and in control." He licke dhis lips, his hands running over her legs, "I'm ready, love, ready to taste and tongue your pussy, to do what I've wanted since I was free again."

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina bit her lower lip, holding back the apology that was on the tip of her tongue. This wasn't the time to say she was sorry for what had happened, for getting him captured. All that would happen would be them both feeling bad, so instead, she looked at him, her love, stretched out on the bed for her, and sighed lustily. "You're so handsome, so wonderful, Ramza."

Twisting, she threw one leg over his hips, moaning softly as she felt the hardness of his dick brush against her before she lifted herself up again. Both hands went to either side of his body, and she smiled at him a little wickedly. Slowly, she crawled up his body, pressing soft kisses as she went.

Before long, Irina'd reached his face, and kissed his lips, deep and hungry. Then pressed her forehead to his with small smile. " . . . Mine."

After a second, she kissed him again and resumed her slow crawl, giving him a view of her body as she did. When Irina reached the right place, she straightened up and brushed her fingers lightly over his hair. "I can't wait to feel you again, love; your tongue is so amazing."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza gazed up at her pussy in wonder. It was so beautiful. The tempting lips, wet and glistening with her juices, the small, trimmed hairs so cute and sexy at once. "Just the sight of your pussy, Irina...and I feel like a man again," he sighed reverently.

But he hadn't had her sit on his face just to look at it. Oh, no. And by all that was holy...the sheer sexiness of her doing that was insane! They should have tried this position before.

He lifted his head, the tip of his nose sliding along her folds as he breathed deep of her smell, filling his lungs with her scent. Divine. Sexual. Irina. He kissed the tip of her mound, then lower, slowly and fervently kissing all the way down her slit. Back up he went, tasting her on his lips, licking them clean. Down he went with his tongue, rubbing along them and then pressing not past, but between her lips. UP and down, up and down, up and down, over and over he ran his talented muscle up and down her cunt. Then he pressed his mouth to her lips, and began to suck, drinking in her fluids, tasting her, smelling her, moving down as he sucked on the lips of her pussy.

 

[HookerBoots]

She almost laughed at his comment, even though it would have killed the mood. But then . . . then he touched her, and at the first brush, she moaned. The desire, the need, for his touch was so strong that when he finally did, it was so wonderful. The kisses he pressed to her wet, hot flesh . . . were even better. Teasing, soft and slow, and her eyes drifted shut as she took in the sensation.

A whimper escaped her throat as his tongue slipped between her folds, running up and down over her pussy. One hand went out, stabilizing herself against the wall over his head. "Oh, Ramza . . . gods, Ramza, that's . . . so good, my love." Irina's breath was coming in pants and moans already. She might not be able to last very long, but they had the whole night to enjoy each other, relearn each other.

The hand on the wall flexed, her fingers curling against the hard surface. "Already so amazing, love . . . Ramza, your mouth feels so good on my pussy."

 

[Armphid]

Irina's praise made his feel almost as good as she heat and strong, slightly bitter taste of her sex. And that taste! It was better than any food that ever touched his tongue, or any drink that had passed his lips. He looked up at her, noting how she was bracing herself, seeing the pleasure on her face, radiating from her eyes. "You taste so good, Irina. I love to taste you, to feel your heat on my mouth, on my face. I can't get enough of your pretty pussy."

The young nobleman ran his tongue down and up her folds again, pressing a bit harder this time. "Mmmm." He lapped at them, small, frantic licks in one spot, slowly moving up her lips, to the very tip of her slit, and then back down.

Ramza then moved his face closer, his mouth now in contact with her glistening lips. Again he kissed them, rubbing his own lips over hers, then he pressed his tongue in, pushing past her labia, into the wet, silkiness within. He moaned into her cunt, his hands rubbing the insides of her thighs. He ran his tongue over the hot hole of her entrance, pausing to swirl about it, up, up, over the clitoral hood, then looped under it to tongue the pearl beneath.

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina had to bite back a cry as Ramza's tongue touched the sensitive nub between her legs. She didn't know - or much care, really - where everyone else on the ship was, but they weren't alone and the last thing she wanted was some concerned Jedi coming in to check on them. "That's . . . so good, Ramza, I can't even . . . can't even tell you how amazing . . . ."

The hand that wasn't busy keeping her upright stroked his hair, the fingers tangling in it and just feeling it, adding another sensation to the catalog of amazing sensations she was feeling. His tongue on her was so slippery and warm, his breath on her pussy was hot and cooling at the same time . . . it was possible that after this, she'd never not be wet. Just the thought, the mental image of him with his mouth under her cunt . . . she shivered slightly. Oh, yes, that was wonderful. "It . . . gods, that's wonderful. So good, love, so . . . so hot and wet and . . . perfect . . . ."