Star Wars: Swords of the Force

[HookerBoots]

Irina fought back a sigh and a grimace that would do nothing but start the day on the wrong foot. But a day of learning what being a Jedi was all about from someone who hated her instead of spending time with Ramza . . . blech. "I look forward to your instruction, Master," she said softly, trying to hide her dread at the idea.

Tugging her hair up into a bun, she turned to Ramza and hugged him tightly. "I'll see you later, love." Pressing her lips to his, Irina tightened her arms for a second, then released him. "Ready when you are, Master Jedi." She bowed slightly.

As they arranged themselves in a small room, Jakara looking stately and Irina looking for all the worlds like a rebellious teenager, neither of them was willing to look at the other. Until, finally, the older woman rubbed her hands briskly over her legs. "Well. I suppose that the sooner we begin, the sooner we can both go about our business."

Irina's answering smile was small. "True enough. So what's on our agenda for today?"

"Philosophy."

"Oh, wonderful."

"I'll ignore that. Now, the fundamental principles of being a Jedi Knight are . . . ."

 

[Armphid]

"...found in the simple lines of the Jedi Code." There was a slight emphasis on the last two words. Jakara's face was placid, though her dislike of this girl was growing. She so cavalierly blew off the need for a reigning philosophy, discounting it offhand. How serious was she about learning the ways of the Jedi really, if so small a thing was a trail? "The Code is not the entirety of the ways, but a concise summation that though seemingly obvious presents concepts of some depth. The Code is a rallying point, a litany to calm the heart in times of duress, and a mantra for meditation, and even more."

She took a calming breath. "There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force."

The aforementioned serenity dropped over Jakara like an old, warm, familiar cloak about her shoulders. Even faced with Irina's impudent attitude and bristly manner, she smiled. "To be a Jedi, if you are honest in this endeavor, you must come to know the Code. Not just the words, but to find what them mean for the Order, as well as what they mean for you. Though there are common principles laid out, I do not that any two Jedi would agree on exactly what the Code means."

"You have heard the words, Apprentice. I understand you have had no time to reflect on them, but tell me now...what do you think they mean?"

~~~~~​

Ramza winced as he pulled his clothes back on. The examination had been thorough and for part of it, he'd been put under, which concerned him more than a little.

A senior physician came into the room, his face troubled. "Jedi Orlandau, everything seems to be on pace for your recuperation. Your body's recovered very well from the trauma, as extensive and invasive as it was. I don't think that we'll need to do the kind of long term therapy we originally anticipated."

"Then why do you look like you found I have Iridian plague?" The question was blunt, but being here...all these sterile tools and machines...it was too much like being at Alecto's mercy again. He wanted desperately to get out of the med bay as fast as he could.

"This." The doctor held up a sealed tube. Inside it, along with a bit of blood that made Ramza shudder, was a small pebble like thing. "We found a number of these in your body. Tucked away in out of the way places."

"What...is it?" Ramza stared at the item. SHE had put it in him. He knew it. And that meant it's purpose was sinister.

"It's a tracking device. It's as if your captors "tagged" you so that if you got away, they could find you again." The doctor frowned, "It's cunningly well made, I've seen similar devices but nothing so complex and miniaturized before." He then paused a moment. "We think we got them all."

"...You think?"

"Yes." The doctor's face was troubled once more. "The truth is we don't know how many of these there were in the first place. We've found several and removed them all. But there doesn't mean we haven't missed some. And all it would take it one for them to be track you."

"...They're all dead." Ramza felt a sudden chill. Not of fear, but as if...something fel was happening. Not here, but elsewhere. As though someone had not just walked on his grave, but laid down flowers and talked for a while. "There's no one to follow any signal that exists."

"Are you sure?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina bristled slightly at the older woman's words - if she was honest in this? Hmph. But, it wasn't something she went into lightly, and if she was going to do it well, she might as well throw her whole heart into it. So instead of shooting out a flippant answer, she stopped and thought about it.

She tapped one finger against her chin. "'There is no emotion, there is peace.' Emotion is . . . superficial, no matter how deep it seems. Peace is enduring, and under the tumult of emotion, there is always peace. 'There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.' Knowledge isn't something to be grasped, but is something that grows and shifts each moment of existance. Ignorance is merely the state of finding new knowledge, not a state in itself." Pulling her legs up underneath her body, she tilted her head slightly. "'There is no passion, there is serenity.' Passion, like emotion, is superficial. But passion is more transient than regular emotion, and is thus even less worth letting control you. Serenity is the eye of the storm of passion, and the bedrock upon which things can be built. 'There is no chaos, there is harmony.' All things are harmony, even in seeming chaos and disorder, because all things are connected in the Force. Chaos is merely a disordered way of seeing a given piece of the harmonious whole."

The last one, however, she could barely restrain herself on. "'There is no death, there is the Force.' Well, though I've never seen it - perhaps Sith burn themselves out - after death, all become one within the Force, as we all are before death, but without the sheath of the body to seperate us." There, she'd managed to keep from saying 'duh.' Well done, Irina.

Bowing without standing up, she looked at her new Master. "I hope that is acceptable."

 

[Armphid]

"It is very good for a response given without time to think on it," Jakara acknowledged. "You have a good grasp of many of the concepts at the heart of the Code, and are beginning on others." It was a surprise to a certain extent. Not that she thought the girl dumb, but this was not the kind of exercise she had dealt with before, to Jakara's knowledge anyway. "I will not say whether you are right or wrong, though there are some truths that must be fit into your interpretation of the Code."

"There is no emotion, there is peace." Jakara smiled a bit regretfully, "You love Ramza. Is this feeling a superficial thing, Irina Farlander?" Before the former Sith could answer, the Jedi Master shook her head. "We both know it is not. That emotion is deep and powerful in you, and in him. It is real, and it is strong. This tenet does not tell us that emotion is merely surface, but that we must be able to maintain our peace, our reason and discipline, despite our emotions." Time for a bit of honesty, perhaps. "You don't like me. I do not like you either. Those emotions could interfere with what we are here to do, but we must not let them. We must examine those feelings, experience them, know them for what they are, and then let them go so we may carry on our lessons. In peace."

The Master brushed s strand of her fading red hair aside. "It is a common misconception that Jedi shut out their emotions, but that is untrue. We value out emotions and our intuitions, but we must always realize that they are OUR feelings. They belong to us, not we to them. It is good to feel, and to use your emotions. It is only a danger when you give yourself over to those feelings."

"Similarly, ignorance is real. We have all lived in ignorance before, and despite our best efforts, we all do so now as well." It was a thing that many found hard to admit. A humbling thing, but all too true. "We must acknowledge our own ignorance and strive to replace it with knowledge. This means learning, of course, and scholarly activities, but also practical applications, investigation, and the like. We must be ever open minded to all that the Force offers and reveals, both with our rational mind and our intuition."

She paused. Irina was a student, yes. But not a normal one. It would not do to lecture her this way. At least not for so long. "Does what I have said make sense to you?"

 

[HookerBoots]

She nodded slowly. "It makes sense, yes. But . . . I was not at peace, at all, before I found Ramza. That means, then, that he helped me to uncover it, or . . . something else?" Irina smiled wryly. "I'm sorry, Sith training was 'Do as you're told, or I'll kill you.' There was very little reflection allowed, and even less encouraged."

Sighing, she pressed her hands together. "I want to learn, and the hardest part for me will be learning that I control my emotions, they do not control me." Thinking back, however, she tilted her head to one side. "Again, as a Sith, restraint isn't . . . high on the list of things to learn. But I believe that I will be able to." There was a moment's pause, and she laced her fingers together in her lap. "Since examining our emotions is important, may I ask you something, personally, not as a teacher? Despite my actions recently, and the reasons behind my previous actions, you still dislike me. You have disliked me since the moment you met me, without knowing what I was, or who I was. Why?"

 

[Armphid]

Jakara smiled a thin-lipped, tight smile that had little warmth in it. "If you think you will trap me by such a question, I am sorry to disappoint you, apprentice." Clever. She was very, very clever. Which was part of the problem. "But I do understand my feelings towards you, I have thought about them very clearly and come to see them for what they are."

The handsome woman shook her head slightly, her expression momentarily wry, "I admit not all my reasons are fair or logical. Emotion is a part of some of them. On that emotional side of things...I resent you." What would Irina think, she wondered. Not only of this, but of the fact that Jakara was being perfectly honest with her. "Ramza is like a son to me, the one I will likely never have. And all mothers feel pain when their son leaves them for another woman. You, as his love, will have a connection to him that has nothing to do with me, and will be deeper and closer than mine is. I resent that intrusion, and I envy you for being close to him as I will never be."

"You also have hurt and betrayed him. Twice." Her face was hard now, and in her eyes there was more than a little anger. It was controlled, but it was there. "You manipulated him and lead him into harm on Filgaia, and again when you surrendered him to the tender mercies of your...former...associates." The slight stress on the word "former" made it clear that Jakara was not wholly convinced of Irina's conversion. "You also betrayed your associates and your master, apparently killing them in your escape. Treachery and manipulation seem to be your way of life, and you are very good at creating excuses for the cruelties you have inflicted on others, not just Ramza. And we do not know how many others you have hurt, do we?" Jakara's eyes glittered coldly now, "We do not know how long you were a Sith operative before Filgaia. How many have you twisted, broken, and murdered, Irina Farlander? You are a viper, waiting to strike those who trust you."

She gestured at the ship around them, "Even now, we are trusting you, taking you into the very heart of our Order. Where our children are, past almost all of our defenses. And all we have to say that you are no longer a Sith is...what, exactly? Your account, and that of a man who loves you and was tortured physically and mentally nearly to death multiple times in your keeping. Perhaps you broke him and he is doing this at your beck and call, so you can get close to us and when the moment is right, strike. Perhaps this is all just one more subterfuge to aim a dagger at our hearts. Can you think of a better way to get in a position to kill us all than this, Irina Farlander?"

She pushed on, determined to give Irina her full answer. "You are cavalier about matters that are serious, and obviously consider yourself above all those around you regardless of accomplishment or merit. You are presumptuous and arrogant, deceitful and completely unapologetic for your actions, deeming them "necessary" to relieve your guilty conscience. You are a liar, and most probably a cold blooded murderer and torturer."

She was silent a few moments. "When you look at it from my point of view...is there any reason why I should not dislike you?" Then she nodded, rubbing her thighs lightly. "I think that will be all today, apprentice. Meditate on the Code and it's meaning to you. Think on it's words and delve into the truths behind them." She came to a decision, speaking again. "Prove to me you know how to exercise and understand your feelings. When you come to me again, I want you to be able to tell me why you dislike me." With a curt nod, she tapped a botton in the remote in her palm and the door hissed softly open, "You are dismissed, apprentice."

 

[HookerBoots]

Standing, Irina bowed stiffly. "As you say, Master." She turned and walked towards the door, and paused for a moment. "However, I would like to say that my question was not intended to trap you, but merely my own personal curiosity. You may believe what you like, but that was why I asked. Have a good day."

She walked out of the room, and made her way to an out of the way corner, sitting on a crate, knees pulled to her chest. It was true. All of it was true. And at the same time . . . it wasn't. She had been a terrible person, had killed and lied and betrayed people. But she wasn't that person anymore. She wasn't . . . was she?

But there was no way for her to deny that she had done all the things the older woman accused her of. Well . . . she'd never had a hand in torturing anyone. But she'd done nothing to stop it when she'd been made to watch. Which wasn't much better than holding the tools herself, really. And there really was no reason for them to trust her, at all. And if they didn't, then there was no point in even trying, was there? They'd always believe she was a moment away from some cataclysmic betrayal, no matter what she did.

She didn't want to be a Sith anymore, and if no one would believe she was sincere in wanting to be a Jedi, where did that leave her?

Closing her mind as tightly as she could - no reason to make Ramza or anyone else feel bad as well - she tipped her head back and tried to concentrate on calming the turmoil in her mind. There was nothing she could do about what Jakara thought about her except work to prove the other woman wrong. She wasn't like that. She wasn't that person anymore. The thoughts didn't have the same conviction they should have had, but it calmed her somewhat. People could change, and she had made the committment to do so. And no matter what, Irina Farlander honored her committments.

Lacing her fingers together in front of her legs, Irina set herself to the task assigned. Why did she dislike Jakara Shahazdra so much?

 

[Armphid]

Ramza looked up, concern on his face. He'd felt a sudden flare of pain and despair from Irina, but it was gone almost as suddenly. She was hiding things again. He frowned, his hair hanging downward, tiny droplets of sweat falling as it did. He was upside down at the moment, standing on his hands, her body held upright and firm in a test of both balance and muscle power. The corded muscle in his arms, his back, and his thighs burned as it tore and ripped under the strain, and sweat stood out on his bare chest. He'd been holding the position for several minutes now, focusing on the positioning of his body and on keeping himself steady.

That flare up then vanishing of Irina's emotions though, had disrupted his focus, and badly. If he were fully healed in mind, body, and spirit he would have been able to go on anyway. Reasserting his focus and ending his practice with dignity. However, he was not healed.

His arms shook, and he felt his balance begin to tip. "..ggnnn...hold iiiit...damn!" His arms buckled, and he tucked his head into his chest, kicking himself forward to that he landed on his shoulders instead of his skull. "Gah!" He struck the metal deck with a heavy thud, his body swinging down to crash his back down as well with a second distinct impact.

He lay there for several moments, his head spinning. That had not been pleasant. He winced, slowly stirring and sitting up. Nothing felt broken. "Damn it." Ramza was more upset than injured by the incident. He should have been able to deal what that and hold his position. Why was he still so weak?

Frustrated, he slammed a fist into the floor. This was hard. Harder than he thought it might be. He'd done hard things before and all, and he did have Irina, but...it still left him aggravated and frustrated that he could not do what he felt he should be able to.

"Be careful, Ramza," a familiar voice came from the nearby doorway. Jakara stood there, shaking her head slightly, "I'll be quite cross if we come all this way to save you and you kill yourself by pushing your recovery too hard."

"Master," he blushed. Of all people, she was one of the last he wanted to see him like this. "I...weren't you with Irina?"

"Yes," she swept into the room, reaching out a hand to help him up. "Our lesson ended though, after she learned some things. Including ones she did not want to know, I suspect."

Ramza grunted as he half-stood, half was heaved to his feet. Gods...he felt like the entire back side of him was bruised. Probably was. But that wasn't important right now. "Master, did you upset her? I felt her in pain."

Jakara shook her head, "She asked a question and was unprepared for the answer, Ramza. I regret that it hurt her, but it was her doing." She paused a moment, "...you should go to her, I think. She'll need you right now, and you still need her as well. Plus if you keep training this way, you'll break something. I think you've done quite enough for today."

"...perhaps you are right, Master."

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina had moved back into the room she was sharing with Ramza, a brief stop in the galley to pick up a few things - he would be hungry when he was done with his exercises, and he'd eat more if she ate with him. But she was sitting on the bed, back against the corner, a napkin spread open in her lap with the shredded, crumbled remains of what had been a sweet pastry in the middle of it, poking the cumbs with her finger and occasionally picking up a few and then brushing them off, only to start again.

Her eyes weren't on the food on the table, or what was left of the food in her lap, or even on anything in the room itself. She was thinking, having a moment of reflection even as her mind was aware of Ramza's approach. Irina was fairly sure she'd found the reason for her dislike of Jakara, but she . . . well, it wasn't very noble, and it certainly was childish. And in no way as well-founded or reasoned as the other woman's. She was surprised at how quickly she'd come to it, though. But all it had taken was a connection she hadn't thought she'd make, and there it was, so clear that she couldn't deny it.

Coming out of her reflection, Irina poked the pile of crumbs again with a sigh. It seemed like, no matter what, she was better at destroying than building. She couldn't even keep lunch in order. Couldn't even restrain her Dark side enough to leave the food alone. Wonderful. She'd make a great Jedi, at this rate.

The door opened, and she looked up, eyes red even though she hadn't been crying. She should ask about his examination, how his trainined went. Be caring, compassionate. Instead, a small voice came from her lips. "Are you afraid of me?"

 

[Armphid]

For a moment, Ramza was simply dumbstruck. It was almost unthinkable to see her, his Irina, in this condition. She was so strong and seemed so indomitable. Whatever Master Shahazdra had said...how could it have this kind of effect on her?

His heart swelled with compassion for this mysterious and wonderful woman who had exploded into his life like a falling star. He walked into the room, letting his shirt and towel fall to the ground. Taking her hands in his, he knelt before her and looked up, locking his eyes with hers. "No. I'm not afraid of you. Even then, on the ship, I was not afraid of you." He squeezed her hands, "I do not fear you, I am not angry at you, I do not suspect you, I do not hate you."

Ramza dipped his head, a gesture of not subservience but of open vulnerability, kissing each of her shaking hands lightly. His eyes found hers again as he raised his head, "You have seen me at my most vulnerable and my weakest. You could have done things to me then that would give you total control of me. You could have hurt me further, broken me and bent me to your will. You took me into your arms and comforted me, you took my pain onto yourself to share it with me, to help me bear that burden."

"The only thing I fear is that we will not have long enough together for me to show you how much I love you and honor you."

 

[HookerBoots]

Her fingers tightened convulsively around his, struck to the heart by his words and the truth in them. It helped, more than she'd ever have believed it could, just to hear that. "Thank you, Ramza. I love you so much . . . I can't tell you how much." Reluctantly, she let his hands go, gathering up the crumbs in the napkin into a bundle, ready to be thrown away. "I'm . . . just frightened by things I hope aren't true. Things that used to be true."

Holding the little package in one hand, she scooted forward, wrapping her arms around him, holding tightly, drawing strength from his nearness. But she made sure to not squeeze too tightly, since she could feel a pain from him that was more than just worry over her. Which gave her a pang of guilt, regardless of how justified it was. "We'll have time, together, love. All the time we need, I promise it. But I don't . . . I don't know how to make them trust me, how to convince anyone else that I've changed."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza closed his eyes, letting her arms enfold him. What an amazing thing it was, just to be held by her. "It's all right, love. No matter how it feels, it is." He slid his arms around her waist, embracing her. He breathed in her scent and felt whole. If only for a few moments. "Face your fear and know it, and then...let it go."

Easier said than done, as he well knew. But that was what she had to do. It was what he was trying to do himself. Though not only with his fear but with everything else that had resulted from his captivity. "It's not easy, but it's the only way. I know for me...the Code helps."

He then leaned up, kissing her lightly on the lips. "My poor love." His smile was the slightest bit chiding. "Did you really think that everyone would just suddenly forget what you were before? That's unrealistic, my heart. Don't let it hurt you that they don't trust you right away. If you were in their shoes, would you trust you?" He kissed her again, a little more lingering. "You'll prove yourself by staying true to your word, and being their ally, and over time, they'll accept you. Some already have. Master Skywalker has." He grinned then, a bit impudently, "So have I, in case you didn't know."

 

[HookerBoots]

She stuck her tongue out at him. "I may have noticed that you did, yes." Then she sighed and stood up, kissing his cheek. "It's not that, Ramza. It's . . . what if they're right not to trust me? And even if they aren't, what if they never can look past what I was to what I want to be?" Irina threw the napkin into the waste bin.

Lying down on the bed next to him, she tucked her hands behind her head, looking at the ceiling. "But no matter what, all I can do is what you said: Keep true to what I said I would do." She turned on her side, head propped up with one hand as she looked at him seriously. "Ramza, I . . . I never meant to hurt you. Not on Filgaia, not when we were . . . there, or afterward. And I never meant to manipulate you, or . . . anything." Biting her lower lip gently, she looked at the sheets. "I love you, and I . . . I'm sorry. For everything."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza shook his head slightly, "You don't need to apologize." It helped that she did. It really did. But it wasn't truly necessary. ...was it? "I know you weren't trying to, and that you didn't mean for what happened to happen." And that helped too. It wasn't an outright betrayal. Just an accidental one.

"I've...I'm trying to forgive you for what happened. I know I should, and I know it's right, and that's it's not fair to attach blame to you." But it was hard. So very hard. He'd been hurt so bad...and thinking about it just brought it back. His hands began to move without his knowledge, checking his bare chest for wounds, running his hands over his arms, feeling the skin there, reassuring himself it was in place. "And I'm close to it. Please, Irina. Let the guilt go. It won't help either of us."

 

[HookerBoots]

She reached out and took his hand in hers. "I know, love. My feeling bad about it won't help anything anymore. But I wanted to let you know that I was sorry for what happened. And," she said with a small smile, "I'm extremely glad that you've recovered so well." Irina pulled his hand to her lips and kissed it gently. "And when you're able to forgive me, I'll be glad, because I'll know that we've crossed another bridge."

Moving a little closer, she wrapped an arm around him. "I brought food, in case you were hungry. I don't know what sort of training you've done today, but I thought you'd be hungry." She kissed him softly. "I love you, dearest. I love you, and I'm so happy to be with you. No matter what we're doing." Her eyes were soft and she rested her head on the bed. "Are you hungry?"

 

[Armphid]

He let out a happy sigh when her arm went around him. Her words were sweet, and gave great comfort, but her touch...her touch was even better. He was surprised, actually. After what he'd gone through, he should shirk away from anyone touching him, but instead he welcomed it. Perhaps it was a sign he was not as badly damaged as he feared. Or maybe he simply wanted her touch so much it overrode his other feelings.

He smiled at her speech, at that unprompted expression of love. Then his smile became a grin. Oh, he just couldn't resist that line. Even in his current state, it was just too good. "Yes, I am. Very hungry."

Without warning, he moved, rolling on top of her and kissing her hard. "Very hungry," he said in a softer, throatier voice. "It's very sweet of you to help satisfy my hunger...I think I'll take you up on that offer," he murmured as he kissed his way down her neck.

 

[HookerBoots]

"Mmmm." She kissed him back, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'd hoped that would be your answer." Both of her arm wrapped around him, one leg going around his hips. "But I didn't want to presume." Her fingers tangled in his hair, feeling the soft black strands between them. It felt so good, so amazing, feeling him against her. "And you can . . ." her breath caught as his tongue licked her neck, "ohhh, you can have all it takes to sate your hunger, my love."

Irina was still amazed at how quickly and easily he turned her on. No one else, ever, had been able to make her feel so much desire so quickly. "Ramza, gods, I want you," she whispered, kissing his hair gently. "No matter what, I want you."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza smiled to himself as he moved to the other side of her neck, kissing and lightly nipping his way up until she kissed his lips fiercely. Their mouths danced and embraced, the sound of their kissing only joined by the shifting of fabric as both tried to shed their garments.

He was breathing faster when they parted. "I don't even know...how I still have the energy for this," he grinned. Given the trauma he'd gone through, all the exertions of last night, and his training today, he should be totally tapped. But he wasn't now. He felt strong and vibrant.

He pulled her top open as she undid the last button, his lips feasting on the flesh over her collarbones and then the firm roundness of her bra-covered breasts. "Irina...normally, I'd love to take my time on each and every part of you. But right now. Right now, love...I just need to be in you. I need to be part of you. Now, lover, please."

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina smiled a little breathlessly, pulling her top off her shoulders and starting to unfasten her belt and pants. "Anything you want, love. And I want it too." Without standing, she slid her trousers off her legs, followed by her panties, and then sat up to kiss him deeply while she unhooked her bra.

Her hands worked on Ramza's clothing now that her own was taken care of. Eager fingers unfastening the buttons on his shirt, working down to his pants. "Gods above, Ramza, you are so amazing." Irina kissed and caressed his chest as she worked quickly down his body, trying to shed his clothing as quickly as she could. When the final scrap was thrown aside, she leaned back, spreading her legs. "Please, lover. Make me whole."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza let out a long, slow breath as she leaned back, her legs wide apart. There was nothing sexier in the galaxy. Her breasts, high and pert, heaving as her quick breaths of anticipation left her. Her pussy, already wet and faintly glistening, the sweetly sick scent of her arousal hitting his nose. Her face, just as desperate for this as he was.

With a throaty growl of need, he lunged forward. His hands went under her thighs and took firm hold while he moved between her spread legs. He pushed his hips forward, his cock bumping roughly into her sex and pushing past her labia. "Irina...need to feel this, need to fuck you so bad, baby," he groaned. His shifted his angle, lifting his hips a bit. "Fuck!" He thrust into her, pulling her onto his cock at the same time. Her tight, wet folds spread and pushed aside, clutching his dick as it filled her waiting heat.

He hardly pausing a moment before he began to move. He grunted and moaned, his hips thrusting forward, fucking his cock deeper and deeper. "Ahh! Yes, baby! Take it!"

 

[HookerBoots]

When he entered her, they both moaned a little, Irina biting her lower lip. It felt . . . like being whole. How she craved it!

As Ramza started to move, Irina started to move with him, pressing herself more tightly against him every time he thrust into her. It felt like he was so deep inside of her that he was hitting her heart with each thrust. But she realized that it was more the emotion on his face that was making her heart jump like that. Gods, she loved him.

Her arms wrapped around his body, pulling them tightly together. "Oh, Ramza! Yes! I want it, I love it!" Her legs wrapped around him as well, rocking her hips into his. It was wonderful, so passionate and almost desperate! "Oh, fuck! Ramza, gods, give it to me!"

 

[Armphid]

"Always!" Ramza's cock pounded into Irina's welcoming, warm, wonderful cunt. Her glistening pussy seemed to almost suck him in each time he thrust himself home. Home, yes. This was home. Her arms, her body, home. "Give it to you anytime, all the time!"

He grunted and moaned, his hands gripping her hips hard, his arms dragging her back onto his throbbing phallus at the same time as he speared it forward into her. Again and again and again. "AHhH! So good! Fucking....mind blowing! So hot, so right! Need you! Need to fuck you all the time!" Her body rocked, her breasts bouncing as he pounded into her, hard and fast. "Makes me feel alive! Like nothing else!"

 

[HookerBoots]

With every thrust, she whimpered and moaned a little more, wishing it were possible to have this all the time. Just to have him inside of her, all the time. "Yesssss, so alive! Ramza, yes!" The love and lust she felt for him together were staggering - one emotion alone was staggering, really - and as he pulled her to him with each thrust, Irina felt herself start to cum, throbbing and pulsing around his hot flesh.

"Ohhh, Ramza! Love, I'm . . . fuck!" Her whole body tensed, squeezing him inside of her and with her arms and legs. "GODS!"

 

[Armphid]

Ramza groaned and gasped as he felt Irina cum. Her pussy spasmed and twitched around his long, hard cock. Her tunnel clutched and grasped his flesh, her heat soaring, a fresh gush of her sweet juices almost splashing him as it rushed from her around his thick member. "Yes! Yesss, cum, Irina! Cum long and loud for me, love! Nothing-mmm!-makes me feel more like a man than feeling that!"

His cock slurped in and out of her pussy, faster, faster. "Nothing except...ahhh....exxxxcept..." His pounding began to become truly wild, almost desperate. "Except...THIS!" He buried himself in his love as deep as he could go, and released. He groaned, his head rolling back, eyes fluttering as his cock swelled and then blasted forth within her, his phallus spraying and coating her walls with his heavy, thick, cum.

"I...rina..." Ramza fell forward on top of her, feeling so glorious but also so terribly weak. It was almost as though his whole being had poured out into his love. "S...so...sorry...wanted...to keep going..."

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina, panting and sweaty, hugged Ramza to her as well as she could. They were both very trembly now, but it felt so amazing, like she was flying. "It was . . . by all the planets, love, it was amazing." She kissed him, reaching up to stroke his hair from his face. "We have plenty of time to do it again, too."

Snuggling closer to him, Irina sighed happily. "You are the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me." She could feel the sticky warmth inside of her, and smiled. It felt astonishing to have this . . . reality, the actual result of their lovemaking. "If you felt up to it, we could take a shower together - to save time, of course - and then eat dinner, and do it again."