Star Wars: Swords of the Force

[HookerBoots]

Irina stopped dead. She shifted her weight a little, shifting him off her support. "You can stand on your own." Pulling away, the former Sith looked at him seriously. "And you can listen to me. My Master was wrong." Her eyes were hard and dry. "You're strong. You're capable, and skilled and amazing."

Leaning against a tree, she folded her arms across her chest. "If you believe a thing that lying, evil bastard said, then you need therapy. Liar, Ramza. He lied to me my entire life." She shook her head. "You know better than to believe someone like that. Your Master knows that you're strong. So do I, so does Anara, and Alma, and Lizeth, and Master Skywalker." Her lips curved a little. "Even Master Solusar does - he wouldn't have given you all the shit he did if he didn't know you were capable of doing great things."

Raising an eyebrow at him, Irina tossed her hair over her shoulder. "And I don't feel like I have to do anything with you," she said, putting her hands behind her back. "I want to. If I didn't want to, love, I wouldn't have offered." Smirking a little at him, she shrugged. "If you want to, then you should probably take the initiative. I offered, so the ball's in your court."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza staggered a bit when she pulled her support from him but he did not fall. The anger of her words stung almost as much as the certainty that she'd done so because she couldn't bear to touch him anymore. He took a few steps down the path away from her, not wanting to hear what she said.

Her words stopped him though. "...If everyone...but I can't be strong if I keep losing." And he did. He kept failing. The only success he'd had in the whole fiasco of their capture was rescuing Lizeth and managing to somehow land the ship. She had struck down Darth Cynis. And Thalnos. He hadn't even killed Alecto, she'd died by accident. All he did was lose and suffer. "I don't know anymore. I want to believe that you're right, that you're all right, but I just...I don't feel strong. And if I am, then why..."

He sighed, closing his eyes. "It's all right. There's no answer." Other than the obvious one. That he wasn't strong. That he was weak.

He looked back at her over his shoulder. "Two balls in my court, in theory." A joke. How futile an attempt to cover his feelings. "I do want you. I do, but...I don't deserve...after the way I failed today, it's just..."

Irina gave him a firm look. "Do I have to say it again? If you want me, you have to act. I want you to, I want you to pin me to this tree and fuck me right here. But it's up to you to do it."

Ramza looked down. He wanted her, the comfort she offered. But he didn't deserve it or her. But wasn't she the arbiter of that? She wanted him. Wanted him to fuck her. Sithspawn, he wanted to fuck her. So why hesitate? Why stall?

He was afraid of failing. Of it not being good for her. It would be a final blow he couldn't bear. So he tried to avoid it. It was a dangerous thing to do. Avoid that and soon he'd start avoiding her. He looked back at her again. That...would be the way a weak man would act.

He honestly felt that he was a weak man. But he didn't want to be one. Do or do not, Master Skywalker said.

Ramza turned and walked back to her, his gait a bit straighter. He didn't speak, but bulled her against the tree and kissed her hard. His hands slipped up beneath hers to boldy grope and squeeze her breasts, one leg slipping between hers and pressing up into her sex. He broke the kiss, staring into her eyes, some of the fire his had lost burning again. "Strip, love. I want your body bare." He stepped back a bit, releasing her. "Make it good, baby, make me so hot I can't stop myself from taking you right here and now."

 

[HookerBoots]

There weren't words for how thrilled she was when he walked over to her, the look on his face unlike anything she'd seen from him in days. And the kiss, the groping, the leg pressing against her . . . gods, amazing! As he pulled away, Irina whimpered slightly, her lips swollen from the kiss, her body almost aching for him. But her lips curved into a smile at his command. "Anything you want, love," she said, her voice slightly husky.

Stepping slightly away from the tree, Irina put her hands to the clasp of the belt that cinched the waist of her tunic, unfastening it and pulling it off. She dropped it to the ground, never taking her eyes off of him. Her tunic went over her head, leaving her in a thin undershirt, her pants, and her boots, and she dropped the tunic on top of the belt. Slowly, teasingly, she pulled the undershirt out from where it was tucked into her pants, pulling it up to expose her stomach.

As she lifted it farther, she turned around, so that her back was exposed to him instead of her breasts. Looking over her shoulder at him coyly, Irina tossed the shirt aside as well, bending over to unfasten her boots. She leaned over farther than she needed to, peering at him from between her legs and wiggling her hips a little. When the final lace was loosened, she turned around to kick them off, putting her hands over her breasts, kneading the supple flesh and teasing her rock-hard nipples, still hiding most of them from his sight.

With another turn, she unfastened her pants, slipping them down her hips, wiggling a little as the globes of her ass were exposed. Her pants slipped down her legs, and she pushed them all the way down, taking her socks with them. Lifting one leg free, and then the other, she dropped her pants to the side and turned around to face him, one arm across her breasts and the other hand hiding her privates. "Was that good, Ramza?" she asked in a little-girl voice.

 

[Armphid]

Ramza watched her move and strip, deeply thankful he'd chosen this course. He had chosen right, he was sure. He rubbed his cock through his trousers, his member swollen to full hardness even before her boots were off. When she turned around to undo her pants, he decided to follow suit.

The Force undid the clasps of his boots, the young noble stepping out of them. He unbuckled his belt, letting it fall to the forest floor along with his pants. His boxers followed next, leaving him bare from the waist down. His pubic hair had still not grown back from being painfully removed during his torture and he wasn't sure it ever would. His bare cock and scrotum seemed to pulse, heavy with want and heavy with his seed. He stroked it as she finished up, turning around still covering the most salient features, asking for his approval in that little girl voice that insanely turned him on.

"Look at this hard cock, cutie," he answered, playing as if she were far more younger and innocent than they both knew was true, "You did this all yourself with your teasing little strip."

He advanced on her again, kissing her hard and once more pushing her against the tree. He could feel the thrill that coursed through her faintly, through their connection in the Force. He took one of her hands and drew it down, pushing his cock into it, "Play with it, Irina," he murmured before leaning in to kiss and lick and suck his way up and down her neck.

His hands seized her tits, roughly and hungrily. He started to squeeze and fondle them. He cupped her glorious globes together, then pulled them apart. He pressed them into her chest, all the time his fingers clutching, kneading, groping.

"Such a hot slut," he moaned, licking up along her neck and chin before he kissed her hard once more. "I want to fuck you so much. Just pull you on my dick and bounce you on it in the middle of the trail. Right where anyone coming along would see me screwing you standing up." He pinched her nipples, twisting a bit. "Do you want that, Irina? Want me to enter you and claim you here for anyone coming by to see?"

It wasn't very likely that they'd be disturbed, but the thought of it...

 

[HookerBoots]

Her hand started moving almost as soon as her skin touched his, stroking his cock, feeling his hot, hard, amazing shaft under her fingers, moaning at the feel of his lips on her neck. "Yessss," she hissed as Ramza toyed with her breasts, teasing her nipples. "Feels so good, love," she managed, the fingers of her free hand gripping his shoulder tightly.

And then he asked her one of the sexiest questions she'd ever heard. "Ohhhh yesssss," Irina breathed, her hand squeezing gently on his cock. "I want you to fuck me here," she said, "don't care if anyone sees!" Her legs parted, letting the sweet, musky scent of her arousal drift up to him.

"Love feeling this cock," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his neck, "but please, put it inside me." Licking her lips, Irina sucked gently on the skin of his neck. "I need it, need you to claim me as yours. Please," she said, looking up at him with large, needy eyes.

 

[Armphid]

He inhaled, breathing deep of the scent of her arousal, the musky smell mingling with the aroma of the jungle to create a heady perfume. He absolutely loved her, especially like this, sultry, sexy, slutty, needy for him, for them. Her words made his cock throb and pulse with want, and the way her steamy eyes implored him sent fiery lust coursing through his body.

Ramza reached down to grab hold of her, his hands on her thighs, just under the firm globes of her ass. "Oh, Irina, you gorgeous, wonderful slut," he purred. "I claimed you long ago, but I don't mind doing it again."

He touched the Force, using its power to fill his body with strength and vigor. He lifted her up as one might a child, tipping her forward to lean against his chest. He spread her legs as he brought her up, up, just above his proud cock. "Guide me to my pussy, lover."

One hand braced on his shoulders, but the other took hold of his cock and shifted it slightly, pointing it right at her dripping entrance. Irina nibbled her lip, "Now, please?"

In answer, he lowered her onto his hardness, "AHhhkk! Yes, Sithspawn!" She sank onto him, his dick spearing into her wet willing hole and spreading her flesh open for him. "Ohh, my pussy feels so good! Nice and hot and wet! Perfect for fucking!"

He thrust his hips up, driving his hard manhood into her as far as he could go, "Fuck!" He felt so good, so alive, so strong! "Need this so bad," he sighed. He began to buck his hips up over and over, his rod bouncing her up with each mighty thrust.

 

[HookerBoots]

Her head went back against the tree, glad that its trunk was smooth. If it had had chunky bark, she would have had to spend an hour brushing bark chunks from her hair. But it felt so good! Ramza's hands gripping her ass tightly, his cock buried deep in her pussy . . . "Yes, Ramza, so wet and hot for you!" Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her ankles joined behind his back, as he pounded into her. "You get me so fucking turned on, love!"

Irina leaned forward, kissing his neck and licking his skin gently, tasting the salt of his sweat and the flavor of him. "Gods, Ramza, I love fucking you," she breathed, "Need your cock so much!" It was like heaven, the feel of him inside of her, wrapped around her, all over her. Her hips moved as much as she could move them, fucking him in rhythm with his thrusts. "Just think," she managed, "anyone walking down the path could see us, see you fucking me like the nasty slut I am."

He managed a laugh, fingers squeezing the plush flesh of her ass. "That's right, my sexy little slut," he grunted, pushing into her more deeply. The thought was so hot that he could feel his balls gathering up already. "Let them see how eager you are for my cock, how hungry my whore's pussy is for me!

Irina moaned, her legs tightening around his waist. "Of course I am, you wonderful, amazing stud! Hot and eager for you cock and your cum!"

 

[Armphid]

Ramza could only groan as she called out her need for his cock and his ejaculate; that made it even harder to hold on! His legs were steady as he leaned back slightly, cradling Irina's ass still as her legs held her to him, her fingers painfully gripping his shoulders, her head resting on his shoulder, her pants and gasps and obscenities presented right for his ear.

It was like her whole body was wrapped around him and not just her pussy wrapped around his cock. He could feel her all over, on him, against him, shifting and moving as she moved her hips to meet his thrusts.

Above even their hot, needy, bedroom words, the sound of his cock squish-slurping in and out of her sopping cunt filled the dense foliage. The thought of being seen was erotic enough but he knew that anyone who came into this area of woods would hear the sound of their frenetic fucking.

His balls tightened, that familiar sensation that preluded wonder. He felt a stab of alarm. Already? "Irina, need to slow down, I'm so close...don't want-"

She pulled back in his arms enough to look him in the face. "Don't you dare. Keep, hell! Keep fucking me and cum in me, and fucking do it now, Ramza! I want that feeling, want your jizz in me, need to feel your cock spurting and gushing in my cunt, pumping your seed in me, please, Ramza, please! Give it to me! I want it, I need it, give me your cuuuummm!"

That was it. He couldn't...there was no holding back after that. It also pushed the shame of finishing so quickly away, not entirely, but a great deal that she wanted his jizz so much. "Here it comes, baby," he grunted, feeling the tightness gather further, "All for you, fucking-ahhh!" It blew apart and within her his cock spasmed and released the first jet of his spunk into her innards. "Ahh! All! For! You! Yess, uhh, take it!" His hips bucked with each spattring shot of jizz until all was spent.

Ramza walked back slowly, his legs shaking with each step. His back hit one of the smooth barked trees and he sighed in relief. Much longer and he'd have just fallen to the ground. He slid down it to a sitting position, cradling Irina to him, her softening cock still buried in her, feeling that wonderful, terrible weakness that accompanied such a massive orgasm. He drew in his breath in ragged gulps, hugging her tightly. After a minute he leaned back against the tree. "I'm...sorry...so soon...but oh, love, that was mind blowing..."

 

[HookerBoots]

She rested her head on his shoulder, just being close to him, feeling the hot, liquid weight of his cum inside of her. Irina smiled as he tipped his head back against the tree. "Ramza, my sweet, sexy love . . . I don't mind one little bit." Her legs shifted a little around his waist, and she nuzzled against him. This was what she wanted from life, just being cradled in his arms . . . sweaty from hot, nasty sex.

Groaning a little, Irina lifted her head a little, kissing Ramza's cheek. "I hate to say it, love, but we should probably get up and clean up." She smiled a little. "Anara's coming back to the campsite for dinner, and bringing both of our sisters, so if we want to have time to screw again, we should get moving."

Slowly, she lifted herself, bracing one hand on a nearby tree. "Worst feeling in the world," she muttered, looking down at where her body and Ramza's parted. Then she extended a hand to him, "Come on, love. We should get going." She grinned. "So we can get cumming again."

 

[Armphid]

"You should," he murmured, words meant only for himself as Irina hugged herself to him. She should blame him. She should see him for what he was. Why wasn't she? He'd failed her again and yet she acted happy. Was happy, he could feel it. Why? She should be disappointed in him.

Ramza could feel the melancholy sinking in again now that the flush of sex and the raw physical sensation faded. It was almost tangible; like some heavy and vile thing that wrapped itself around him as Irina lifted off. It felt terrible and yet part of him welcomed it, wanted it. He felt as though he deserved to feel it, to suffer, for all of his failures. He tried to push it back, to resist. It wouldn't help. It might not even be true...though it was likely just ego and wishful thinking to think that. Which was enough of an opening for it latch on once more.

He looked up, aware that Irina had stopped speaking and offered him her hand several moments ago. "Yes." He took her hand, groaning a bit as she helped him to his feet. Another thing he needed help with. No, that was being too harsh. He had to stop himself from doing this. But it was true, wasn't it? He couldn't even stand up on his own. But he could, couldn't he? He just...didn't...so was he weak by choice then?

Damn, he was such a mess.

"Yes, cumming again sounds...very good." He smiled weakly and managed to pull his undergarments and trousers up while Irina redressed. He sighed as he watched her, "Now that is a terrible sight, as beautiful as you are." He smiled and it even looked as though he meant it this time. Mostly, anyway. He did mean it, it was just...difficult to get it through.

He walked the rest of the way back to the campsite in silence. His muscles were aching by the time they got there, something that annoyed him far more than it pained. Damn it. Damn him! How was he this pathetic? This fucking weak? His expression darkened a hair each time he felt an ache or pain. Just from sparring and a little exercise. Gods. "Go and clean up, Irina. I'll set up things a little." House keeping he could maybe do. He was clearly no good as a Jedi anymore, if he had ever been.

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina looked at Ramza, her face serious. "I don't know, love," she said doubtfully, stepping close to him. "It just occurred to me that getting clean and then getting dirty again seems sort of counter-productive." She reached up, pressing a hand to his cheek and smiling a little. "So what if we change the plan a little?"

She could tell that he was feeling upset again, and knew that it wouldn't be a total fix to have sex again - it hadn't helped much afterward the last time. But it was all she could do now, with company coming. So she stepped closer to him again, pressing herself lightly against him. "What do you think, Ramza?" Irina asked, just barely brushing his lips with hers. "Should I just let you throw me down on the floor of this tent and take me?"

 

[Armphid]

Gods. She was just so good at that.

Ramza closed his eyes and let out a soft moan under his breath as her phantom kiss teased his lips. Her body teased his, touching ever so lightly, just enough for him to note and feel the lines of her curves. "I don't know if I can do that, my love, but I can't tell you how much I'd want to."

His eyes opened slowly as Irina applied just a bit more pressure to him; the tantalizing hinting of her curves against him becoming a firmer press. "I'm sure you can." She ran a finger down his chest and licked her lips as her other hand grazed his thigh. "Unless you don't want it, that is."

"I do," he half groaned as her fingers barely brushed the crotch of his trousers. He felt blood shifting in him, his cock slowly stirring. ...Could he really...so soon? Maybe, but maybe he should be sure. "Irina, please."

"Please, what, baby?" Her voice was a sultry coo.

"I want, no, I need your mouth on me. Please, love." She gave better head than anyone he'd ever been with before. That would ensure it. "You're so amazing at it and it's just been too long since I've had it."

 

[HookerBoots]

Giving him a wicked grin, Irina slowly trailed her hands down Ramza's body. "Too long? You mean since this morning?" she teased, licking her lips. "It has been a while since breakfast, though, you're right about that." She kissed his neck, licking the skin there gently before slowly sinking to her knees in front of him.

"But it looks like you have a nice snack for me." His cock was swelling, not at full-mast yet; understandable, since they'd just fucked. Her hand rubbed over the bulge in his pants, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I can't wait to taste it," she cooed, leaning forward to rub her cheek against it through his pants before undoing the fastenings of his trousers blindly.

Her hands slowly pulled his pants down, leaving her face pressed against the thin fabric of his boxers. She could feel the heat from his dick against her face, and knew he could feel the smoothness of her cheek and the heat of her breath through them as well. "You wrapped it up for me, like a present!" Irina pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a smile. "I love presents like this."

Slipping the pants down to his ankles, she lifted her hands to slide into the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down as well. His cock sprang out of his underwear, almost smacking against her face, and she smiled at it. "Oh, it's a handsome, wonderful present!" Licking her lips, Irina looked at Ramza with a sultry smile. "I can't wait to taste it," she whispered, leaning forward to lick his shaft gently. Licking around the head of it, she moaned softly as she tasted the salty precum and the muskiness of his skin. "Mmmm, Ramza, this is the best present I've ever gotten!"

 

[Armphid]

He groaned as she knelt, rubbing his package through his trousers. "Too long for me," he answered. "That's just how much I need it, need you."

Sithspawn, she was so good at that...teasing touching, slowly ratcheting up his arousal with those cloth hindered caresses. The feel of her soft cheek, her warm breath, oh, it was just insane. He wanted so much to just grab her head and fill her mouth with his dick.

But then. Oh, then. "Yesss," he hissed out as she licked him. Finally. "Oh, fuck, Irina, that's...that's so good. Just what I wanted too." He licked his lips and looked down at her with warm eyes. Damn, just look at her there...fuck, that was just so sexy. "It's my favorite present to give and you haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

"I haven't?" Her tone sparkled with breathy eagerness that made his knees weak. "How do I get to the best part? I bet..." She licked him again and giggled as his member twitched. "Oh, it likes that." Irina kissed the head and closed her eyes, leaning in and licking up and down and over his slowly swelling cock. "Mmm," she sighed happily, her pink tongue leaving his prick glistening and clean as it caressed and tasted his hot flesh.

"AHh!" His breath left him as she ducked her head low suddenly and without warning to take one of his balls into her mouth. His hands spasmed and twitched as she sucked on and rolled it with her tongue. "Fucking hells," he moaned as she released it, cooing as she lapped at its partner. "You are so fucking bad."

"And you love it."

"I do." He closed his eyes as he felt her soft lips brushing the head of his cock again, "Ohh, heaven help me, but I do."

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina giggled wickedly at the moans coming from Ramza's mouth. "I'm glad," she said between licks against his cock, "that you do." She slipped the head of his cock into her mouth for a second, swirling her tongue around it quickly before pulling it out again. "Because I love being so bad."

Without warning, she pushed her head forward, mouth open, taking the entire length of his shaft into her mouth and down her throat, moaning at the feel of it between her lips and filling her mouth. He gasped, one hand going reflexively to her hair, cradling the back of her head. "Oh, fuck! Baby, that's amazing!"

Her fingers cupped his balls gently, stroking them lightly as she sucked on his hard, stiff cock. Then, slowly, Irina pulled back, leaving just the head in her mouth, suckling on it like a piece of hard candy before pulling back more, one hand wrapped around the base of it. "It tastes so good," she cooed, rubbing the swollen, purple head over her lips, "like the best treat I ever got."

She looked up at him from under her eyelashes, smiling a little. "Would you like me to do it again?" she asked sweetly, her fingers toying with both the sensitive skin of his scrotum and stroking the rock-hard length of his shaft. "Or would you rather slip this thick, amazing cock into my tight, soaking wet pussy?"

Groaning, Ramza looked down at her. "Oh, I want you to do it again, every fucking night. But right now," he reached down and pulled her to her feet, kissing her fiercely for a moment before pulling back slightly and looking at her with lust-filled eyes, "I want your hot little ass on the floor of the tent so I can fuck your tight cunt until you scream."

Moaning softly, Irina nodded, going to hands and knees almost immediately to crawl into the tent. She stopped just inside the opening, turning around and laying on her back, spreading her legs invitingly. "Come to me, Ramza, please. I can't wait to feel you fucking me."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza stood over her. His eyes were clouded with want as he looked down at the gorgeous woman begging him to fuck her. He'd taken the time when she'd crawled to the tent to pull out of his boots, leaving himself naked from the waist down. His cock stood proudly in the air, still glistening a bit from her saliva, veins throbbing up and down it's length. "Then why are your pants still on?"

Irina shivered at that commanding tone. She'd hated that from her master and yet it had still created a connection in her mind between sexual pleasure and command. "Because I'm a tease and a bad girl," she responded with an impish smile. Oh, he'd love that. As she spoke, she unfastened her trousers and slid them and her panties down at once, revealing the long length of her legs, supple and smooth. Her pussy was wet and it's strong smell poured out into the tent.

She had her clothes down around her boots and was sitting up to take them off when Ramza's hands gripped her shoulders and pushed her firmly but gently to the ground. "Leave it," he said in a throaty voice. "Spread yourself for me, love."

"Yesss," the word came out as a long hiss. Irina spread her legs wide apart, licking her lips as she looked up at him, her bare sex now fully revealed. "Are you going to fuck me now? Fuck me just like a bad girl deserves?"

Ramza stepped over her pants before sinking to his knees between her legs. "Exactly like you deserve, you sexy, nasty bitch." He shuffled forward a bit and leaned towards her, groaning as the head of his cock pushed against her wet heat. "Oh, damn. So hot and wet..."

"Hot and wet from sucking your cock," she answered, "From thinking of that big, meaty dick fucking my pussy. Please, baby, don't make me wait anymore."

Ramza set himself, one hand guiding his shaft, the other catching him as he pressed his body forward. "Ah! Yes! Fuck, yes!" He pushed himself into her, her velvet tunnel almost seeming to suck his cock in as he pressed forward, his other hand coming around to join the other in holding him up now. "Irina, so fucking amazing...your cunt feels like heaven." He rocked his hips forward hard to fully sheathe himself, Irina crying out joyously. Then he began to sway his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, starting to fuck her lush, ripe body in determined earnest.

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina moaned, her body already responding enthusiastically to Ramza's thrusts. "Not mine," she panted, clutching his shoulders tightly. "Your pussy, it's all . . . all yours, Ramza." Her hips met his hungrily, back arching to press her breasts against him as well. "Everything . . . it's all yours, all of me!"

He looked down at her with a grin that held a great deal of the man she'd known before their time with the Sith. "Such a naughty girl," he hissed, nipping the tender skin of her neck gently. "Of course it's mine," he grunted as he thrust into her over and over again. "Because you're all mine, aren't you, you nasty little whore?"

She nodded, her eyes looking into his with hunger and honesty and trust. "Yessss," she moaned, "I'm all yours, no one else's . . . all yours, Gods, keep fucking me, it feels . . . I can't stand it, sooo good!" If they hadn't just had amazing sex, she would have thought that she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this good.

Licking his lips, Ramza moved more slowly, his hips moving in and out and rubbing against her body as he fucked her, taking the time to tease her. "Ohh, are you getting ready to cum, slut?" he asked, sucking on her neck not-quite-hard-enough. He could tell that she was getting close, her eyes clouding with hunger and body pushing against his with her desire.

Irina's breathing was coming faster and more shallow, making little squeaks with every thrust that pushed him fully inside of her. "Yes, fuck, yes!" She gasped, her body moving with his as though they'd been doing this together for years. "Don't stop, Ramza, Gods, keep fucking your pussy!"

 

[Armphid]

Every time she opened her mouth, every gasp and whimper, every hot, sex drenched word that rolled from those sensual lips was hotter and more driving than the last. Ramza grasped his will, forcing himself to keep this pace. He was going to make her cum. He was going to make her scream his name and gush around his cock and gasp for air before he lost it. He just had to...keep the pace...not speed up...he just had to hold out.

He knew she could feel his struggle and that it would only turn her on more to know how close he was to the brink himself. They moved perfectly, when he pulled away so did she, and her hips thrust herself upon him when he impaled her on his cock. "My pussy," he growled, "My cock fucking my pussy, and my slut fucking loving every second of being a whore!"

"Ah-hh! Yes!" He hadn't been so dirty, so rough in his speech with her since the incidents on the ship. In the bare back of her mind, in the one tiny corner not consumed with sex and pleasure and love, she noted that this might be a good sign. "I love being-hnn-your whore! Love lying on my back and spreading my legs for you! Do it anywhere! Or let you bend me over, kick my legs apart and claim me for your own, and I don't give a fuck where we are when you do!"

"You nasty fucking bitch!" His heart soared at her words and his cock felt like it would grow into her uterus after that little speech. "I know you would, you're such a fucking harlot! And you want me to fuck my sweet pussy anywhere, don't you? You want me to ravage this cunt in front of strangers, in front of crowds, you want people to know you're a whore!"

"YES!" The word was more than an agreement. "Ahh, Ramza, fuck!" Her eyes screwed shut, her body tensing so deeply and tightly she felt she might fly apart before it all rushed out of her. "Ahhh, Gods!" She cried out, not caring who heard, and they were far enough away to indulge in it. Her primal cry celebrated her orgasm as it savaged her form, shockwaves of pleasure sending every muscle spasming with carnal enjoyment.

"Cum big, slut," he groaned. "I want you to fucking be unable to move! Cum, you whore! And...take mine...with you!" His hips started to thrust wildly, and each stabbing movement sent a spurt of his sticky, white jizz into her willing body. The idea...just the idea of how much she loved his cum in her, of that part of him staying in her, being made part of her, just blew his mind. He gushed himself into her core, each jet accompanied by a throaty bellow.

He fell atop her, barely catching himself in time to lower his body the rest of the way. "...Irina..." A weak, shaking hand caressed her cheek. "I think...I'm going to lie here...for...pretty much...ever. I love you...so much, you wonderful, bad, bad, naughty, sexy girl."

 

[HookerBoots]

The former Sith nuzzled her lover's neck, feeling weak as a newborn. "Oh, Ramza. Love . . . I love you too, dearest . . . and this naughty girl is all . . . all yours." She kissed him gently, stroking his hair. "This feels . . . wonderful." The sound of their lovemaking had stopped, and she could hear, just barely over the sound of their breathing, the wild noises of the jungle around them. It made the whole thing seem even better, more primal and hot.

She could feel his semen shifting inside of her. "You . . . are amazing, dearest. So wonderful, so hot and sexy." Irina kissed him again, relishing the feeling of his body against hers. "And we'll lay here for a while, just sort of . . . getting our strength back." Licking her lips, she sighed. "But our sisters are coming to dinner, so once we can move, we should."

He nodded slowly. "You're right." Ramza kissed her back, reluctant to move even that much, as weak as he was. But she was right. The last thing he wanted was Alma to see him like this - although he was sure she'd seen just as bad from their family in general. "Unnnh! That sounds like a grand idea, Irina."

She yawned widely, her arms wrapped around him gracefully. "I have good ones on occasion." Irina smiled a little. "But we don't have to move yet."

 

[Armphid]

After cleaning up, the two lovers spent a bit of time getting the camp fully set up as they wanted. The rest was spent in the simple pleasure of sitting together by a flickering fire. Ramza sat with Irina between his legs, leaning back and resting herself against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. His arms held her gently, taking comfort in her warmth and closeness.

They spoke little and stirred less, moving only to fetch more wood for the fire and keep it burning. Ramza watched the flames and the burning and thought over what had happened today, what had happened on the ship, all the events on Filgaia, and his life before then. Time and again he found himself wondering the same question; had he ever been strong or had he just been carried?

He knew what Irina would say. But she actually was strong, always had been, she didn't know weakness. And she loved him. She'd lied to him before, would she lie to him out of love now?

Irina would reach up whenever his thoughts darkened and touch him; a light pat or a gentle caress down one cheek and the darkness in his mind would ebb. But it returned each time as well. Doubt, he was just full of so much doubt and nothing, not one thing he could see or remember, did anything to remove even a shred of it.

They were so embraced when Anara returned. They heard her before they saw her. "This is temporary," she all but called out, clearly intending to signal to Ramza and Irina that they'd arrived in order to give them time to break off and hanky-panky. "In a few days, they'll be moved to one of the temples that's been rehabbed."

"Why are you talking so loud?" Lizeth's voice was honestly puzzled as it drew closer.

"She's trying to warn them so they can stop whatever it is she thinks they're doing, "Alma's voice responded.

"Oh! That's...nice?"

"Hey, just because I wouldn't mind doesn't mean-" Anara emerged from the clearing and spied the two of them by the fire, "Hello! You look like you've had a nice rest!" The Amazonian woman was dressed in a fresh set of robes that were still stretched fairly tight over certain portions of her anatomy. She was carrying a large box in both hands. "Let's get a nice meal in you too then!"

Alma came around next, her long, black hair as spiky as her brother's. She was carrying a basket in one hand and a long baguette-like loaf of bread in the other. "Just loafing, Ramza? I thought you'd be training. Word is Master Solusar whupped your butt. Don't you want to get him back?"

Lizeth was carrying a basket as well, this one laden with many bottles. "Is getting someone back the Jedi way?" Her eyes were teasing, and the smirk on her face was very much like the one her sister sometimes wore.

Alma tossed her head, "Hey, you know what I mean!" She huffed as she set the basket down. "Anyway, quit groping, brother and give the girls a hand like a gentleman already."

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina shifted as Ramza stood up to grab the basket that Alma sat down, looking at the two younger girls with a small smile. "It's good to see you two are getting along already." She stood as well, taking the basket filled with bottles from her own sister. "And actually, Ramza's had quite a workout since Master Solusar was here." She hid her grin as she placed the basket by the tent. "And he also ran one of the obstacle courses."

When she turned back around, all three of the other women were blushing brightly. Irina's expression was just a little tart. "You shouldn't ask questions you don't want the answer to," she said, sitting down again and pulling one of the bottles - this one filled with something deep purple - out of the basket and opening it.

Anara grinned, then hid it quickly. "Yes, well. I brought a little of everything that the kitchen made tonight for dinner, since I didn't know what you'd be feeling like." Her hands moved quickly, pulling out plates and smaller boxes filled with tasty food. "So, um, let's see . . . oh, Lizeth!"

The dark haired girl looked up. "Hm?"

"Where have they set your room at?" She was trying desperately to keep the conversation light, and wasn't sure at all it would work.

Alma smirked. "She's going to be my roommate."

 

[Armphid]

Lizeth nodded, "Alma volunteered and since I kind of knew her..." She shrugged. "Besides, I can get all kinds of juicy Jedi gossip."

"Oh, I can help with that too!" Anara grinned. "You wouldn't believe some of the things Ramza and I got up to back in the day." She was opening up boxes and distributing the contents among several plates as she spoke.

Irina quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, really? What kinds of things?"

Anara winked as she passed a plate laden with food to Irina. "Well, I'll tell you about THOSE things once the kids have gone to bed. But there was other stuff we got up to as well."

"Hey!" Alma snorted, tossing the long braid of her hair. "We aren't kids!"

"Yeah!" Lizeth nodded. "Besides, it's not like neither of us have...you know...done...things before."

Alma sighed, "Strong finish there, Lizzie." Her cheeks however were red once more.

"Don't call me that. Would you like me to call you Al?"

"Only if you're my bodyguard."

"...What?"

"It's an old song from our home," Ramza said. It was the first time he had spoken since the girls arrived. "But...don't say things like that, Lizeth. If I found out anything about Alma's love life I'd have to intervene to defend her honor." Alma looked sourly at her older brother. "I'd hate to have to thrash her guy."

"Or guys," Anara giggled.

Alma shot the blond a hard look, "Don't bother, brother. Just because you and Irina are exhibitionists doesn't mean I am. I've been...I mean, I would be discreet." She was doing her best to look ladylike but her cheeks were even redder than before.

Irina snickered. "Obviously. We may have to let you rest more, Ramza. You might have a few matters of honor to resolve after all."

Alma looked at them all disdainfully. Then she stuck her tongue out at them. Lizeth and Anara laughed, Alma giggling as well after a few moments.

Ramza did not laugh. He was smiling, but his smile was small and his eyes were sad.

Lizeth poked her new friend in the side. "So, do you hang a lightsaber on the doorknob around here if you've brought someone to the room?"

Alma quirked an eyebrow in a spot on imitation of Irina's earlier gesture. "Got your eyes on someone already, huh? New girls are fast!" Then she squealed as Lizeth yanked on her braid, "Hey, no fair!"

Anara smiled. "I think they'll be good friends," she said softly. She had one of her feelings about the two girls. She had one about Irina and Ramza too. Though it was a little wobbly right now. She looked over at them. "So you two, this is your, uh...house? So what would you like to talk about?"

Ramza just shook his head, that wistful smile on his face still. Irina regarded him a moment and then looked at the other woman. "Well, there's a story I want to hear. I want to know about this." She reached over and traced a finger over the scar on Ramza's left cheek.

Alma sighed, "Well, that...I guess I shouldn't tease about Ramza having to fight for my honor. He's done it before and that's where that came from." She paused a moment, "Brother, do you want to...?" He shook his head. "All right then. Well, it all started back on our home planet, Thyferra..."

 

[HookerBoots]

Anara was busily packing up the empty containers from their food, smiling to herself. This had gone remarkably well. Towards the end, Ramza had even started to smile and laugh, which was . . . it was good for her heart, and everyone else's as well. Especially his. "So, it's getting late," she said reluctantly.

Irina blinked, then looked up. She could barely see the sky through the thick jungle vegetation, and it did look like deep night. "I guess you're right. Huh." She ran her hands through her hair, groaning a little. "And we've got that class with Master Solusar tomorrow morning. At, ugh, two hours past dawn."

Lizeth made a face at her. "At least you've got two hours - I have to report . . . somewhere at dawn for more tests."

Alma snorted and elbowed her. "Who do you think has to show you where to go? I absolutely hate waking up early." She stretched her legs out in front of her. "At least we got to break curfew tonight, thanks to my brother's fortunate return and Anara's wanting to bring us to dinner."

The blond smirked. "It worked out well for everyone, then. You could help packing as well, apprentice." She tucked the empty boxes she'd gathered into a basket as Alma got to her feet and started picking up the empty and half-full bottles. "We'll leave you two to your rest as soon as we're all packed up," Anara added. One eyebrow went up. "And actually rest. You've both had a long day, and tomorrow won't be much better."

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There had been hugs all around before the three women left, but no tears - thankfully. Irina was pretty sure that if one of them had started, everyone else would have as well. She waved again as the underbrush closed behind Anara, and turned to look at Ramza.

"And here we are, love," she said softly, walking over to where he stood by the small fire and wrapping an arm around his waist. The night was quiet, the sounds of the jungle around them starting again, the feeling of isolation from the rest of the universe growing. They were alone together, and it was nice. She lifted herself up on her toes and kissed his cheek. "Should we get into bed, then?"

 

[Armphid]

"We should." It was the first time he'd spoken in quite a while. He hadn't said much the entire time. He felt...strange somehow. As though he wasn't really part of the goings on. He felt detached from the whole proceeding; like it was a play he was watching rather than dinner with his dear sister and his lover and his friends. His self-loathing, his guilt, had eased while they had been there but in its place was a bittersweet melancholy.

It worried him. It wasn't healthy. But he didn't know what to do about it. He shouldn't mention it; he had caused everyone enough worry and heartache. It was his job to get better, not theirs.

...which meant he'd fail. As he had at every job he'd been given. Failed to detect the truth, failed to find the Emperor's Children, failed to beat Irina, failed to protect his master, failed to stay on course, failed to protect Irina, failed to legitimately break free, failed her love, failed to actually defeat any of the Sith, failed his mentor, failed all his teachers, failed his father, failed his mother, failed Irina, failed everyone, everything.

He looked away from her for a moment; trying to master the feelings and tamp them down. He didn't want her to feel them, didn't want her to know. He was already enough of a burden. A dead weight around her neck, to all of them. "...We should," he said again.

Ramza gave her shoulders a squeeze and stepped away from her. "I'll clean up out here and turn everything off." If he could manage that simple task. "Go on and get comfortable, Irina, I'll be there in a few minutes."

He tried to take in the sounds of the jungle, tried to focus on them, to clear his mind and let peace in. But he felt torn still, powerless, weak, incapable, agonized. There was no peace. No, no, there was peace. No emotion, peace. The Code. Remember it.

He turned out the lights; the deep darkness of the jungle enveloping him as he did so. Hiding him. Good. He wasn't worth being seen.

Ramza crawled into the tent, taking a few moments to remove his boots and leave them by the inner door. Like many modern survival tents, it featured a smaller area inside the door for shoes and wet clothes and the like to be discarded before entering the thermally secured main area. The dark haired Jedi closed the door and sat in the wet room for a moment. He didn't deserve to go in there and lay beside her. He shouldn't.

She would disagree.

He sighed and opened the flap to the inner area, crawling in and closing it behind him. He tried to smile. "...Bedtime then, huh?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina could feel Ramza outside of the tent, feeling bad. She sighed as she stripped off her clothes, dropping them in a pile to one side of the enclosure. This was going to be a long road - and possibly a long night. But he would realize that he should come to bed soon, and then . . . things would be all right, for a little while.

She sat down on the bed, legs folded underneath her, as she waited. It took about as long as she'd expected, but Irina smiled at him as he crawled into the main part of the tent. "Yes," she said, "bedtime."

With a squirming motion, she slipped under the covers, tugging them up to her waist. "It will be nice to be able to sleep together in a bed that isn't a bunk on a ship." Slowly, Ramza began to strip himself down as well, and Irina watched, her eyes almost greedily taking in his body before he turned out the lights inside.

As he climbed into bed next to her, Irina reached out for him, wrapping her arms around him. "Ramza, I love you so very much," she whispered, nuzzling close. "I loved spending time with Anara and our sisters tonight." Biting her lower lip, she kissed his chest. "Did you . . . enjoy the evening? Even a little?"