Star Wars: Swords of the Force

[Armphid]

Ramza sighed happily. "Yes, we will, love. Time that I hope to fill with it, as much as we can." It almost disturbed him how much he wanted to be with her. It was...dangerous. Something they'd both have to get a grip on and control. But at this point, he also needed it. Coming back from the dark places he'd been to, and that she'd been to, they both needed something positive and loving and pleasurable to use as an anchor. Their love and it's expression in their love making was a very good one.

He smiled at her compliment, and lifted himself up enough to kiss her. "My love. I hope that I am not. That our life together becomes the best thing to happen to the both of us." It was cute and far too romantic, but it was an honest statement. He did want that.

The black haired Jedi pulled back and out of his love with a moan, his half-hard cock slipping free of her with a wet squelch. "Ahh...awful feeling, isn't it?" He say back, leaning against the wall for a moment. "...Times like this...I really with ships could have actual water showers." He smiled at her, running a hand along one of her shapely legs, then sighed. "Well. No point in waiting."

He stood with a groan, his recovering muscles protesting a bit at the work-outs he'd been putting them through. It hurt, but it was a very good kind of hurt. Ramza extended his hand to Irina, "Not that I can guarantee we'll actually get clean the first time, but...shall we, my heart?"

 

[HookerBoots]

She took his hand - not really for help standing, but because she wanted to hold his hand - and stood, feeling the load of sperm he'd just given her shift. "Yes, I think that might be a good idea," Irina said with a small smile. In fact, if they didn't hurry, they might have to take a few minutes and clean up the floor.

As they walked into the small bathroom, she looked at the sonic shower with a smile. "And I understand what you mean. Water would be nice." A wicked grin bloomed on her lips. "But I think of sonic showers as whole-body vibrators, you know?" The stall was big enough for both of them, and she stepped in, pulling gently on his arm to coax him inside. "We'll both be clean - for a little while," she teased, wrapping her arms around him again.

Thinking back, Irina paused. "Are you feeling all right? I don't want to . . . um, overexert you, Ramza." She bit her lower lip, looking up at him. "Don't get me wrong, I would love to keep going - over and over again - but . . . I don't want to . . . ." Gods, how to make it sound like she meant it, and not like she was afraid it would come out. "You've been through a lot, and I want to give you time to build your stamina back."

 

[Armphid]

"Yes," he said. He knew that she did not mean it in any such way, but it was still belittling. "I know. I am too weak for such...yes, you're right." Damn it. Damn him. "I shouldn't have...anyway."

The shower and his nudity and her closeness were suddenly insulting. They mocked his recovery, his vulnerability, his helpless impotence in that damned prison strapped to that damn table. He was ashamed. Ashamed that she would think of him as so weak. And even more so that he actually was.

Abruptly he pulled the door open, "I'm clean enough." He stepped out into the coolness of the bathroom, feeling small and unmanned. "Take your time, love. I'll get dressed and wait for you to eat."

He went into the main room, pretending not to hear anything she said over the noise of the shower. The dark haired man went to the far end of it, standing before the closed door. He wanted to leave. He didn't want to look at her and see her pitying him. See her aware of his failings as her man. That he couldn't...be what he should be for her.

Ramza turned around, leaning back against the door and slowly sank to his knees. "Damn me. How disgusting I've become."

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina was thankful that she'd been in the shower long enough to get most of the cum out of her pussy. She hadn't managed to say the right thing - again. But this wasn't about her right now. She walked out of the shower and bathroom, still naked, and stopped when she saw him on the floor.

Was it impossible for her to do one thing right? She'd managed to take what could have been - should have been! - a nice evening and turn it into something that made him feel bad. Just great. Then she shook herself mentally, walking quickly to Ramza and kneeling next to him, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.

Irina didn't say a word, just held him, letting the shame and misery he felt wash over her, and into her, taking it and accepting it, accepting him and his feelings. Even with that, she was still amazed and gratified to be holding him at all. There had been times - more than she would ever admit - that she had doubted whether she'd ever be able to hold him again. It was that best feeling in the world, no matter what they had to go through.

 

[Armphid]

Ramza didn't look at Irina as she drew near. He didn't want to see the pity and loss of respect in her eyes. Then she was next to him, no words spoken. Her arms went around him and pulled his unresisting form to her, her face pressing into his neck. She...She still...

He closed his eyes, and just let the emotions flow between them. In the sea of his torment, hurt, fear, frustration, disgust, self-loathing, and helplessness, she was a towering rock that stood firm and resolute. The waves of his self-doubt and despair broke upon her steadfast love and acceptance. The howling winds of his self-hate could not bend her certainty in his strength and quality.

He didn't know how long they were sitting there together before he felt the storm of negativity abate. For the moment. He lifted his head, suddenly aware that he'd been crying. He hadn't known he was until now. He cupped her chin with one hand, lifting her face so he could see it. He kissed her forehead, then rested his own against it.

"Bed?" His voice was scarcely a whisper.

 

[HookerBoots]

When she felt the jumble of emotion soothe somewhat inside of him, Irina sighed softly. They were both in a state, weren't they? Ramza looked at her, and she could see the tears in his eyes and on his face. At least he was no longer feeling so bad about himself.

As he rested his forehead against hers, she looking into his eyes, the fingers of one hand brushing the wetness from his face. "Bed." She let her hand slide to his neck, kissing him gently. Irina pulled back, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet gently. She walked them both to the bed, sitting down and resting her hands on his waist.

"I love you, Ramza. So much." She looked up at him, eyes open and honset. "More than I ever thought I'd love anyone."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza smiled, looking down at her. He caressed her cheek, his eyes bright. "I know. It's hard...to believe it, but I know. And I'm so grateful. I wouldn't have survived without that feeling."

He knelt down on one knee, his hands slipping around her waist. Laying his head on her shoulder, he stayed there for a few moments, just enjoying her presence, her embrace. Then he turned his head, kissing her lightly. "I'm trying, Irina. I'm sorry it's not easier. I'm...I've always been...strong, and so being weak is...difficult. But I'm trying. This will get better."

 

[HookerBoots]

She stroked his hair, smiling to herself. "My dearest, you are not weak right now." Irina put one finger under his chin, lifting his face to hers. "You survived a terrible ordeal. You have in a very literal way, been taken apart and put back together. You are the strongest person I have ever, ever met." She kissed him softly, letting her hand trail down to rest on his neck. "I know you're trying, and it . . . amazes me. I can hardly believe that you still want to be with me after everything that's happened."

Irina smiled a little weakly at him. "That you can forgive me, and work to get better after what you've been through . . . I can't believe that you're able to do as well as you are. Please, love, don't think that you're weak. You're working to turn your mental strength back into physical strength, that's all."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza blinked. "I...hadn't thought about all of it like that." When she said it that way...it wasn't an inconsiderable thing he was doing. It was pretty impossible sounding.

He leaned back a bit, thinking on it. It did seem to fit. "I suppose...you're right." He was almost ashamed to admit it. He wasn't sure why. Part of him wanted to cling to the idea of being weak. Of feeling miserable and terrible about himself. He wanted to feel hurt. Though it didn't make much sense. "Part of me...wants to feel bad, wants to hurt. Feels like...I deserve it, somehow." He shook his head. "I know that's not healthy though. But it's still there."

He sighed and then smiled sadly. "I hope I get more than my mental strength as my physical. I don't feel very mentally strong right now." Then he sighed and hugged her again. "Thank you, love. I'll find some way to make this up to you, all this time where you have to hold me up."

 

[HookerBoots]

"Your loving me is more than enough, Ramza." Irina rested her forehead against his. "We both have to be there for each other now." She kissed him, tugging him up onto the bed with her. It really was . . . nice to be able to make someone feel better. She hadn't felt like she'd helped in a long time.

"We should probably eat, my love. It's been a trying day for us both." Her smile was a little sly, and very eager. "And then we can enjoy another activity that we both enjoy." After her fumble in the shower, she wanted very much to reinforce that she wanted to be with him - loved making love with him. And, well . . . she did. She wanted him all the time.

 

[Armphid]

Ramza quirked his eyebrows, "As tired as I feel right now, I am sure that I will have the energy for that. And you won't have to twist my arm. Not even a little." He felt a shiver of anticipation at that. As he ever would, he was sure. With her, it was so intense and powerful each time...a man could live a millennium and never tire of it.

He flopped back on the bed with a sigh, stretching. It felt verrrry good to lay down. His eyes closed, and he sighed happily. "This...is very fine, really." But, alas. Food.

The young Jedi pushed his feet up off the floor, rolling himself back onto his shoulders, then kicked up from bed to his feet in a smooth motion. "But, as you say, we should eat. Unless we want my Master making us get separate rooms for eating just to make sure we do it." She would too. He picked up one of the fruits she'd brought and tossed it to her. Leaning back against the wall, he took the other, sniffed it a moment, then took a bite. Wow. That was good. Hmm...suddenly he was ravenous. Ramza snarfed the fruit down, grabbing up the sandwich and devouring it as though he hadn't eaten all day.

 

[HookerBoots]

She caught the fruit in the air, pulling one foot up onto the bed as she bit into it. "That's true, we want to be together as much as possible." The fruit was very good, and she ate hers almost as ravenously as Ramza did. When she was done, Irina grabbed her sandwich, eating it quickly and then settling back, hands folded over her stomach. "That was a tasty meal."

Her foot slipped off the bed, her arms resting on her thighs as she leaned over to look at him. "So, my love. I don't want to push or rush you, but . . ." she licked her lips, a slow smile spreading over her lips. "I feel rested enough for another round of hot, sweaty lovemaking. How about you?"

 

[Armphid]

Ramza didn't answer immediately. He just watched her. One leg tucked up on the bed, one down, her hands on her thighs, leaning forward to give him a wonderful display of her luscious breasts. The Force was with him, no doubt about that now, if there ever was. What an image!

He stared for several long moments, then managed to shake himself out of it. "What? Oh, uh, sorry." He actually flushed a bit. "Forgive me, Irina, but...your raw sexiness left me speechless there." His manhood was already reacting, swelling and stiffening. Had that ever felt so good?

The nobleman turned Jedi leaned off of the wall, walking over to her and running a hand through her hair. "I think you know what my answer is, beautiful. Last round, I chose. I think this time...I want you to decide. What would you have me do, my love?"

 

[HookerBoots]

She looked up at him, her eyes shining. "Very well, Ramza." She thought for a moment, turning her head to kiss his palm. There were any number of choices, and all of them were excellent. The perfect idea came to her mind, and her lips curved. "I know exactly what I want."

Standing up, she hugged him, kissing him deeply. "Lay down, love. And close your eyes." One hand caressed his cheek. It was so nice, feeling him against her, eager to be joined with her. "And I will take care of things . . . at first."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza stood still for a moment. "Ohhhh, baby doll." He kissed her once before stepping reluctantly out of her arms. Even if it was only for a moment, he disliked the separation. "I like it already." He really did. He shouldn't. Not at all. After what had happened, the thought of being so helpless and blind, of letting her especially take control of him, of the situation, should terrify him. But it was just a turn on now. He smiled a bit at that. If nothing else, that showed the depth of his trust.

He slipped past her, one hand trailing along her hips, and then sat down on the bed. He looked up at her, licked his lips, then closed his eyes. In the dark of the room, he moved to the side and lay on his back on the bed. He could hear her moving, feel her getting close...what wonderful, naughty thing did she have planned?

 

[HookerBoots]

As Ramza moved to lie on the bed, Irina simply smiled at him. He would like this, she was sure of it, and would be something she'd love. As he stretched out on the bed, she took a moment to look at him, a smile on her face. He was so handsome, so amazing. She didn't deserve him.

Bending over, she pressed her lips to his, kissing him gently. "I hope you like it, my love." Irina stroked the side of his face before she knelt next to him, turning to face his lower body. Her hands trailed down his body, rubbing his thighs. Her head lowered, leaning to lick the head of his cock.

Smirking at the noise he made, she worked her tongue faster, taking him fully into her mouth. He tasted better than any other man she'd been with, and felt better, both in her mouth and in her pussy. And thinking about that, she remembered the rest of her plan. Supporting herself with both hands, keeping her mouth on his cock, Irina turned her whole body around slightly, lifting one leg so that it went over his chest. Adjusting her position a little, she pulled her mouth from his cock with a soft but audible popping sound. "Open your eyes, Ramza. And do what you want to, love."

 

[Armphid]

"Ahh-Hhhnn!" Ohh, that was nice. His eyes closed, he felt the feeling of her wet, rough tongue licking the head of his cock all the stronger. "Fuck, Irina," he half sighed, half growled as she started to work on his cock in earnest. Her lips, her mouth, her divine tongue, all performed their magic on his eager flesh. Ramza stirred in her mouth, his member swelling and growing hard, his body shifting under her, one hand gripping the edge of the small bed.

He felt her move atop him, her weight shifting. He felt the presence of her over his head, along with a sharp, tangy scent he knew well along with a faint heat. Was she...? "Open your eyes, Ramza. And do what you want to, love."

He obeyed. "Oooh, my beauty," he sighed. His eyes were met with the lovely sight of her vagina above his head. Her lips were damp, her juices glistening on the outer folds and delicate hairs. She was. A 69...they hadn't actually done this yet. Wonderful.

Ramza lifted his head, inhaling deeply of her most personal fragrance. He kisses her pussy, then ran his tongue up and down her lips. "Mmm." He lifted a hand to her sex, stroking it softly, then gently parting her folds with two fingers. He stared at her revealed core for a few moments before he pressed his mouth to her and started to lick and lap at her entrance.

 

[HookerBoots]

The former Sith shivered as her love licked her pussy gently, running his tongue over the length of her wet, hot flesh. It felt amazing, and she dipped her head again to take his shaft into her mouth once more. Even though he'd said this was her choice, Irina wanted to make Ramza feel good, as good as she could. He deserved it - he deserved everything she could give him.

When he parted her labia and began to lick with vigor at the opening there, she felt glad that she had his cock in her mouth already. The gasping moan she let out probably felt amazing for him. At least, she hoped so. His actions were already making her feel great.

Deciding it would be best to throw herself into her 'work', so to speak, Irina used one hand to support herself and the other to alternate between fondling Ramza's balls gently and gliding up and down his shaft, following her mouth. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to cum in her mouth, or fuck her - again - first, but either way would likely be good. Good wasn't the word for it, really. "Mmmm!" Irina lifted her head off his shaft for a moment, breathing hard. "Ramza, gods, that feels so good!"

 

[Armphid]

Her moaning around his cock sent thrilling vibrations of sensual delight through his body. He pressed her lips to her sex, his tongue sliding into her vagina and groaned lustily into her hot, wet flesh. He wanted to tell her how wonderful that felt...but that would mean leaving her pussy unattended, and he wasn't about to do that.

Ever again, if he could help it. Alas...it wasn't going to be up to him.

He moaned and gasped into her as they continued their glorious, sensual labor on one another. She was so good at this! Fuck! He'd never had any lover who was as skilled with her mouth. He could only hope he was giving her a fraction of the pleasure she was giving to him. His tongue plunged deep into her silken glory, turning and curling within to taste and caress all of her that he could. The hand not holding her lips apart slid down her stomach to her loins, two fingers starting to explore her sex. Searching out that sacred nub of flesh that would raise her to the heights of pleasure, the tips grazed her clit. Then pressed it a bit more firmly, starting to rub in quick, circular motions.

 

[HookerBoots]

Her head jerked slightly as his fingers brushed her clit, and Irina moaned at the feel of Ramza's fingers beginning to press and rub firmly against her. That was so . . . oh, fuck, that was amazing! She lifted her head off his cock, fingers digging into the sheets. "Ramza, oh, love . . . so wonderful!"

She put her hand back onto his shaft, moving it up and down with less control than before. It was so hard to concentrate with his tongue and fingers teasing her body to ecstacy. "Ahhh! Ohhh, Ramza, your fingers feel . . . amazing! Love how you touch me!"

 

[Armphid]

Ramza felt her concentration wavering, the pumping of her hand on his cock more sporadic, losing rhythm. He smiled as best he could with his face in her cunt and his tongue shoved into her pussy. That was what he wanted. To drive her to distraction with the pleasure he gave her. Only one thing would be better.

And he was working on that.

His fingers continued their work, moving just a bit faster. Continuation, consistency was the key here. He'd never relent in his teasing, ramping her body up to bursting with sensation. His tongue started to flick in and out of her cunt, Ramza tongue fucking his love, each time pushing his talented muscle as far as it would reach.

 

[HookerBoots]

Irina moaned, squirming on top of Ramza as he ate her, tongue-fucked her. Almost all thought of taking care of his cock was lost for the moment, her hand giving up its attempts - in part because she didn't want to hurt him when she came.

And that was approaching very, very quickly. The former Sith could feel her nerves tensing, her body gathering itself for her climax, and let her hands grip the sheets of the bed. "Oh, Ramza . . . oh, love! Irina felt all that tension gathering between her legs, longing for release. She arched her back, grinding his hips down onto his tongue as it pushed into her again. Her breath was coming in short pants. "Fuck . . . yes, Ramza . . ." her voice was low and breathy, almost pleading. "Don't stop . . . love, please, keep . . . AHhhh!"

Her body tensed and she could feel her body throbbing and pulsing, but was lost in the spiralling pleasure that washed over her. Her fingers clenched on the sheets, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming as she came all over his face.

 

[Armphid]

Ramza never paused, his lips twisting into a smile as she begged him to keep going. Her breathy, hot, desperate utterances were more and more broken up by gasps, moans, and ragged breaths. She'd abandoned his cock, her hands holding her up instead. Closer.

She hit her peak, and bit down a scream. Ramza continued to tongue fuck her, feeling her cunt's walls spasming and twitching around his muscle. It was squeezed and clutched by her walls, his face bathed in a hot, sticky gush of fluid from her sex. By the Force, how wonderful that was! Feeling her cum all over his face, just magnificent! He moaned into her wet flesh, pulling his tongue out to lap and lick her slit, cleaning her pussy of the lingering traces of her orgasm as she rode it out.

Once he felt he'd cleaned her well, the young Jedi gently pushed her forward. Not enough to actually move her, but just to inform her. Irina lifted herself, scooting down to straddle his chest. Ramza reached up, running his hands up and down her back. "My love, I can't tell you how fantastic that was. I love you creaming on my face like that."

 

[HookerBoots]

Her legs were trembling as Irina moved down Ramza's body, and she turned her head, looking back at him. "I . . . Ramza, that was . . . amazing." She steadied herself, bending over to place her hands on the bed as she turned all the way around, leaving her legs spread around his body. When she was turned around to face him, Irina leaned forward and rested her head against his chest. "I'm so sorry that I . . . sort of slacked off, love. But that was . . . just incredible."

Irina trailed her fingers along his chest, smiling up at him. "If you give me a few seconds, I promise you'll get exactly what you deserve for your performance just now." She kissed his cheek, her breath coming a little more smoothly as she rested. "I'll even let you pick how you'd like to have me."

 

[Armphid]

Ramza chuckled, "I would chide you for slacking, my heart, but under the circumstances, I can't really blame you." One hand looped about her waist to rest on the small of her back, gently stroking her skin. The other cradled her head, fingers twining in her hair, petting her scalp. "It was pretty incredible from my end as well."

The young nobleman kissed the top of her head, "Take all the time you need, my love. You've close to killing me with orgasms a few times, so I understand the need to recuperate." Then, when she was ready...yes. That. And it would be so divine and so naughty.

He kissed her forehead, "Then when you're ready...I think I want you on all fours so I can take you from behind like the slut goddess you are, my sweetling."