Star Wars Love

Adult Star Wars fanfiction

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Chapter 4

POSTRainfall3: Days Go By (After the Infamous “Spanking” Scene … Basically, Iso’s Conception)



For a short moment, the cityscape reminded her of Coruscant. Tall buildings of various shape and form lay in silhouetted repose against the cloudy skies of Planet Telos. Airtransport zoomed past, traversing both ground and sky. Tam looked on at the busy activity as she sat nestled in the cool compressed comfort of Xanatos’s limousine. She leaned forward and poured herself another liberal helping of vodka and bitters. Sipping the staunch liquid while gazing upon the evening sky, she wondered why Xanatos had called for her. She was still angry with him; hadn’t spoken to him much within the past couple of days. She certainly hadn’t slept with him; instead she opted for sleeping with her son, Omega.

The car began to descend. She felt it as the thrusters kicked in reverse slowing the flow of velocity lowering the car into the dense traffic of downtown. She swallowed a large gulp, glanced at the remainder, held her breath and drank the rest of it. A bout of nausea washed over her; she shook her head vigorously and stilled the dizziness as she set the glass into the holder. She’d been drinking a lot lately. Usually before Xanatos got home she was already tipsy. She’d put Omega to bed and await her ‘beloved’. With him, everyday was a war. Booze was her ammunition against him. He hated when she drank. Surely he knew the reason why.

As the car pulled in front of Crion Towers, she checked her makeup in a compact mirror. The car stalled and she waited, stuffing the compact into her bag. The door opened and the driver, Bentley waited as she slid from the car. She mumbled a “thank you” to the butler. He nodded, closed the door and got back into the car. She watched as it took off into the night’s traffic. She turned on unsteady legs and walked the length of stone walkway into the building. The lobby was practically empty. Armed guards watched as she passed through the entrance and headed for the receptionist’s desk. A squat Telosian woman dressed in shades of plum and berry spoke softly into a headset, eyes fixed upon the computer screen at the desk. Tam waited at the edge of the desk, glancing about nervously. Why didn’t he just meet me here at the front door? He knows I have no idea where I’m going.

“Mrs. _____?” The receptionist asked.

“Yes, I’m here to see my husband, but I don’t know where his office is.”

The receptionist pointed to the right. There was a darkened corridor.

“Go down the hall and take the private elevator to the top level. He’s waiting for you there,” she replied dismissively before immediately going back to another phone call, averting her gaze.

“Thank you,” Tam responded. She turned and walked past the desk down the hall. She clutched her hands together; the palms were sweaty. Why am I so nervous? With Xanatos there was always something, something threatening. She wasn’t afraid of him, not really, but she didn’t like mystery. And that’s what he was to her, a twisted, dark mystery that lingered like bad dreams. Even in the daylight, just thinking of him and all he’d done to ‘get’ her sent shivers of doom through her body. This was yet another reason why she doused her spirit in alcohol; it helped to numb her so that she wouldn’t be afraid of him.

She stood in front of the private elevator, finding the button for ‘up’ she pressed it and waited for the unit to descend. It didn’t take long. The doors swished open and she stepped inside. Leaning against the wall, suppressing a burp, she watched as the dial illuminated to reveal the transport’s ascension. She closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer to everyone and no one. She thought of Omega and how she left the adorable tot curled up in his bed asleep. This made her smile; she loved him so much. The box stopped and the doors slid open. She stepped across the threshold into a large room with high ceilings. The lights were out and at the end of the room a large window revealed a nightscape of the city littered with moving lights. Two moons sat high in the heavens standing vigil over the sky. A silhouette of a man interrupted the frame. It turned and began growing smaller as he walked to meet her.

Ghastly, yet beautiful he was as the moonlight caressed his face and the naked chest he bore as he approached. She shivered again at the sight, noting the coldness of the space, the coldness of his touch as he grasped her hands in his. But his breath was warm and the lips, which sought nourishment from her mouth, were warm as well. She let him kiss her. His hands slid along her arms, her shoulders, until they rested at her neck. As his tongue delved deep into her opening mouth, she shivered again, but this time not from the cold. He took note of this and pulled back, smiling. His eyes twinkled in the dim light as they held her gaze. Before finding her voice, she looked away, pulled away until he was just in an arm’s reach of her. She focused her sight on the marble flooring and twiddled with the strap of her handbag as she spoke.

“Why did you call me here?”

He took his time before answering, stepping closer to her. Gently, he grasped her face and lifted her head until she was forced to look upon him.

“Again with the questions, huh, Tam?” He said while smiling. “I’ve missed you for the past couple of days.”

“But I’ve seen you everyday since…”

“You know what I mean,” he said as his other hand caressed her backside. It stopped and he squeezed her there through the thin fabric of the dress she wore. She was careful to select this number. It was long, extremely long, with long sleeves and a high neck collar. She’d purposely chosen it to divert any unwanted attention, but as it was, the dress fit her every curve. Still, it didn’t matter. She could wear body armor or a costume of wookie fur and Xanatos would still want her.

“I want to go back home,” she said while attempting to pull away from his tightening grasp. He pulled her closer, her front touching his; she felt him, even through the thick fabric of his tunics, felt him hard and ready. She swallowed and tried again pulling away as his other hand encircled her neck. He squeezed lightly as he said, “Don’t…” His face took on a mask of seriousness and again she heard the sounds of battle drums in the distance. So it begins…again, she thought. She closed her eyes against the nausea threatening to overtake her. She wished she had drunk more of the stout liquid.

“You’ve been drinking again, haven’t you?” He asked, eyes hard, seeking and searching for the truth already known to him.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to,” she fired back at him. The pupils in his eyes shuttered; the flickering of emotion he held reign to was evidenced inside those purple irises. But he calmed himself and before she knew it, he whisked her up into his arms and walked her to the far side of the room.

“Where are you taking me?” She mumbled as her head fell against his hard chest. Naturally, her arms encircled his neck. She held to the beast; she was a willing captive now, transfixed by the beatific horror of her ensnarement and consequent capture. Was this to be her life? Forever caught and captured time and time again by the enemy? Since when did she allow herself to become a spoil of war?

She asked herself these things as he took her inside a suite just off of the office area. The room was cream in color. The large bed with plush pillows and other soft fabrics was a stark contrast to the outer office area. Even the floor, a natural wood grain was covered with rugs and more pillows. The wall, just at the foot of the bed held a large fireplace, which burned brightly, casting playful beams of light on the surroundings. He walked her to the bed and lowered her there. She fell back against the cushions. Her body cried out, wanting to lie and stretch against comfort; but in her mind, she felt the fear rise. He stood over her, eyes hard, breath harsh. She closed her eyes and swore she heard his heart beat.

“I need a drink,” she mumbled as she attempted to roll out of the large bed.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He asked while kicking away the slippers he wore. He grabbed her by the ankles and turned her body back to the bed. She rolled against her side and began to kick as she felt his hands fussing with the strappy heels she wore.

“Xanatos, stop it!” She yelled, cried, moaned into the pillows.

“Well you take them off! And while you’re at it, take off that dress, too.”

He let go of her feet. She felt a rush of air as he moved away from the bed. She laid there for a moment listening. He’d left the room. Frantically, she glanced around looking for another exit. Before she could slide from the bed, he entered again, carrying with him a drink. He strode to the bed; his face stern as he looked on at her yet clothed form.

“Get naked,” he commanded.

“My drink, please.”

One hand reached for the strap on her shoe and the other reached for the drink. She fumbled with the heel until the clasp released, and then she moved on to the other. He watched, gaze cold as the night sky. She finished with the other shoe and threw it to the floor.

“The dress, Tam.”

She stilled him with a gaze and placed the glass to her lips. It was full of vodka; hadn’t he spiked it with anything? She began to swallow; held her breath and sucked it down. Her head titled at a weird angle as she poured the rest of the liquid down her throat. She closed her eyes, feeling the fiery substance coat her insides. She heard a moan and before opening her eyes, felt his hands upon her. He’d watched her drink and obviously it turned him on. He grabbed the glass and threw it into the fireplace. It crashed, breaking into a billion pieces as it landed. She watched the fallout, ignoring his grunts as he fussed with the zipper. Finally, he ripped the dress open; warm air washed over the exposed skin. She felt her nipples tighten at the coup.

Xanatos pulled her arms through the sleeves and then lifted the dress from her body. She wore only a pair of panties, white cotton, functional and not too frilly. He pushed her back into the bed, slid the panties down and off and then began to undo his trousers. She closed her eyes not wanting to see him. Why does he always have to take me by force? She thought this and then laughed, closing her eyes, turning over and away from him. She continued to laugh not caring if he demanded to know why. She laughed because it was all her fault. They fought when it came to this, because she was not willing. Maybe if I just give into him, things will be better…just not say a word, not do anything, not think anything, just… Suddenly an image in her mind appeared and she felt on the verge of hysterics at the emotion that hit her so hard. Mumby.

The mattress sank where he moved in next to her. Surely he’d heard her thinking, saw whom she envisioned. He grasped at her shoulder, pressing her back against the bed. His hand stroked her face and those amethyst eyes seared her soul as he leaned in, kissing her face, her eyes, nose, cheeks, and lips. She sighed into his touch and somewhere in the back of her mind a door opened to allow her this gentle moment. He pulled back and they stared at one another. She looked upon him as if seeing him for the first time. But just as soon as she remembered their ‘first time’, she remembered everything else. Xanatos saw the conflict in her eyes, felt her body stiffen against his touch. Surely he heard the drums beating in the distance again.

She pushed against him, against the alabaster torso that covered her body halfway. She felt the thick beam of his erection poke against her thigh. Before she could push again, he grasped her arms, her wrists, lifted them back against the padded headboard. She struggled underneath him and began kicking. He ignored this, as his hands were busy fastening cuffs around her wrists. What the hell? Not this *beep* again, she thought. He would do this to her anyway; take her even as she’s not willing to be taken. Monster! She roared internally. Swiftly he moved over her body, pressing the solid mass of his body against her own. His sex licked at her lower belly; the weeping eye drooling against the soft flesh there.

She struggled again and wondered where her voice had gone. His body hovered. She stared at the smoothness of his chest, seeing the sweat, which glistened there.

“Don’t move too much or these cuffs will bruise you,” he said as his hand slicked down the side of her body.

“Xanatos, please stop this,” she cried.

“Stop this? No, I won’t. And you know why?” He asked as his hand reached for her right thigh. He bent the leg and settled himself more firmly against her until his sex pressed against her opening. “You want this, I know you do. You’re hot, you’re wet, and you’re ready…” He said as his hand found a hardened nipple and squeezed the tight button. She gasped as his mouth covered the pebble. His mouth, too hot, too wet, too moist, she couldn’t resist, had to, had no choice but to moan and lift her body against him. He suckled at the fount and she was lost. He moved to the other breast, his hand squeezing each globe, massaging whatever dregs of pleasure expelled from the rounded shape.

She thrashed beneath him, her wrists pulling against the chains that held her to the bed. Have I lost my mind? One minute ago, she hated him and was ready to scream rape. Once he touched her, she lost it. Her body went into overdrive; the need to be fulfilled ‘this’ way outweighed what little common sense the booze had whisked away. Again, she pulled at the cuffs; but remembering his warning and envisioning herself explaining away the bruises to the waitstaff, she stopped.

Xanatos continued to worship her breasts. She moaned, he groaned, she lifted and he thrust against her. He pulled back, her breast making a sucking sound as it disengaged from his mouth. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue piercing the inside. She met the intruder head-on; engaging his tongue-saber with her own, they fought until both grew tired. He rested his forehead against hers. Together they breathed. She squirmed underneath him. He reached and pulled her other leg up, until nestled, moist thatch met nestled, moist thatch. Loosely, she clasped her legs around him, hooking her ankles together and opening her body wide. He lifted, reached for his staff and placed it at the entrance. She lifted her lower body as best she could, wanting, waiting for the contact. Without warning, he thrust deep inside her. They both went still. She shifted a bit and forced her muscles to relax. His face, set in stone it seemed, save for the fire flashing in his eyes, tensed as he began with slow, deep thrusts. She moaned, called his name. These sounds and words cadenced each stroke, each slap of wet flesh as he pushed deeper. He leaned back, lifted until only the most sensitive parts of their bodies collided, eliciting moans and grunts and broken speech…

She strained against the cuffs, having now forgotten the marks they would leave. He hurt her, hurt her deep as he sank deeper and deeper abusing her flesh; but she welcomed it because it would bring her to satisfaction. He slowed. She felt her legs lifted into the air. She risked a glance and through heated gaze saw as he kissed her legs, her ankles and felt as he began to rock her again. Suddenly, the cuffs released. He continued to pump as he pulled her up. He held her, sat her in his lap as he leaned back and allowed her to take control. He kissed her again as she began to bounce upon his staff. She crossed her legs around him and moaned as his fingers pulled and stretched her backside. She slowed and kissed him again. One finger slid along the center of her ass and she lost it, cried out as she commenced to bounce away. He pressed against the other hole, not too hard, but just enough to make her hiss and cry out as waves upon waves of pleasure rocked her body. She called his name; bit his shoulder as the ecstasy overtook her senses.

He allowed her to recover, kissing her shoulder, her face, and her breasts. Her core burned with heat. She felt him hard as a rock inside of her and after a few moments, he rolled their connected bodies back to the bed. She winced as he pulled out and lay next to her. She felt his hand as he stroked her backside. He kissed her shoulder, her back. His fingers caressed the bruised cheek, finding once again the opening. Through the haze of post-coital repose and the downward spiral of inebriation, she realized what he wanted. His erection rubbed against her back. He squeezed her thigh. His hand slunk around to her center and he rubbed the tender spot vigorously. She felt more hot kisses, more silent pleas for this particular ‘trespass’. He stroked her ass again and she rolled away from him.

“Please?” He asked hand reaching for her waist.

“No.”

His hand found her and he stroked the hole as he asked again.

“No, Xan,” she replied. She wanted to go to sleep so she sat up, reaching for the edge of the comforter. Suddenly, she felt his hands on her waist. He yanked her back to the center of the bed and flipped her over.

“I said ‘no’! Now get off of me!” She yelled, but the sound was muffled out as she screamed into the pillows.

He pulled her rear into the air, one hand holding her tight at the hip and the other slicking its way up her back.

“You will, someday,” he said as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back. He kissed her hot on the lips and pushed her back against the pillows. She used her arms to brace the impact as she felt his member press inside of her core. He was brutal, not allowing her one moment to adjust. He proceeded to thrust inside. Both hands held her tight as he pounded his way to satisfaction. It didn’t take him long. Soon, he called her name; the sound transferring from deep and guttural to harsh and high-pitched as he climaxed. She felt his seed shoot deep into her womb. The warmth scorched her insides. He continued with short thrusts, while panting and calling her name. He held her body against his, his finger once again teasing the other hole. She grasped the headboard and pulled away. He let her. He sat back on his haunches, squeezing his deflated sex. His gaze fell hot and heavy on her body as she grasped the covers and squeezed underneath.

Finally, he stopped tugging on the blushing member. He rubbed the hand over his chest, wiping at the excess. His breathing slowed and he moved climbing to the top of the bed, throwing pillows aside as he struggled to slide underneath. She turned away from him, scooting to the edge. He reached, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. His hand skirted the length of her folded leg; it rested for a moment at the base, cupping her ass and squeezing before it returned to her waist, her breast, which he held onto as they slept. Later in the night he entered her from behind, lifting her leg to make room for his sideways thrusts. She came again, unsure of where this renewed vigor came from.

They fell asleep and even later, she woke to find him gone. She sat up, glanced around the room. He wasn’t there. The fire in the hearth held glowing embers, the past lives of a great fire. She stood on sore legs, pulling a throw from the settee around her body. She crept into the office and found Xanatos by the windows, stark nude, on the phone talking to someone. She watched him, watched as he turned; she caught the profile of his shadow and saw once again his body, virile and hard, his sex erect and ready. Quickly, she turned less he catches her spying upon him. She threw the coverlet to the floor and began slipping on her panties.

Chapter 5

She fumbled around for her dress, finding it she hastily slipped on the ruined piece.

“What are you doing?”

She turned and saw him standing in the doorway.

“I’m putting on my clothes,” she replied as she sat on the bed and began tying on her shoes.

“That’s obvious. Why?” He asked as he approached. His sex bounced in the air as he strode towards her.

“I want to go home. I’m worried about Omega and I don’t want him to wake up without me being there.”

“Hmmm,” he replied. She pulled on the other shoe careful to avert her gaze because she already felt her body flushing at the look of him. He stood in front of her and she had no choice but to look in his face. She could smell herself on him; his sex was stained with her essence. He smiled.

“I’ll take you home,” was all he said.

“Okay,” she replied and moved to get up. His hand reached out and held her down. He moved closer. His hand caressed her face.

“Would you?” He asked.

“Would I what?”

“Before we go…just…finish me off will you?” He smiled this time, showing perfectly lined teeth. She pulled her head from his grasp and moved to get up again.

“Do it yourself,” she said noncommittally. He only held tighter to her head.

“No,” she said firmly. “I want to go home and check on my son.”

“You can. We will. But…”

With his other hand he grasped his sex and began moving it towards her mouth. She pulled away, but his hand held her fast. He pressed the leaky tip to her mouth.

“Xan, please no…”

He slid the tip back and forth along her lips. He moaned as she licked her lips while pulling away.

“You may not do the other thing I want you to do, but you will do this or I’ll take our son away from you.” He threatened.

“You wouldn’t!” She gasped. “You bastard, I hate you!” She screamed.

He only nodded and pressed himself against her again.

“I’m your husband, you should want to do this for me. I’m in ‘pain’ here…now suck me off.” He grinned wickedly, grabbed her head and pressed himself into her mouth. She gasped as the hard flesh entered the cavern. She opened wide and allowed him to thrust. Soon, both hands held her head and her neck angled as she sucked him all the way down. He came, came hard shooting deep into her throat. So deep that she thought she’d choke if he didn’t let up on her. His sex was big in her mouth. She could feel blood vessels breaking in her face, lines forming around her mouth. He pummeled her so hard that when he pulled out, her nose was bleeding. He kissed her anyway, pressed her back into the bed as he tongued her down, his mouth seeking the taste of his own essence.

As they boarded the limo she held back tears. The same tissues she used to blot at her nostrils she used to wipe her eyes. Xanatos talked nonstop on the phone. Occasionally, he’d reach over and grasp her hand or stroke her face, leaning in, stealing kisses undeserved. When they got back to the house, she checked on Omega. He was still asleep. Xanatos watched her being motherly, watched her as she moved to the bath to shower. After she got into bed, she fell right to sleep. Later, she felt him climb in behind her, felt his hand seek out her body, felt him pull her against him. He slipped a quick feel through the silk of her fabric, stroking her ass, his middle finger purposely grazing the crack. Finally, he pulled her hard against him and they fell asleep. She woke the next morning to find him gone. She was barely out of bed before she felt the nausea hit again. But was it the alcohol from last night? Or could she be…pregnant? Oh, no, not again.

Chapter 6

She fumbled around for her dress, finding it she hastily slipped on the ruined piece.

“What are you doing?”

She turned and saw him standing in the doorway.

“I’m putting on my clothes,” she replied as she sat on the bed and began tying on her shoes.

“That’s obvious. Why?” He asked as he approached. His sex bounced in the air as he strode towards her.

“I want to go home. I’m worried about Omega and I don’t want him to wake up without me being there.”

“Hmmm,” he replied. She pulled on the other shoe careful to avert her gaze because she already felt her body flushing at the look of him. He stood in front of her and she had no choice but to look in his face. She could smell herself on him; his sex was stained with her essence. He smiled.

“I’ll take you home,” was all he said.

“Okay,” she replied and moved to get up. His hand reached out and held her down. He moved closer. His hand caressed her face.

“Would you?” He asked.

“Would I what?”

“Before we go…just…finish me off will you?” He smiled this time, showing perfectly lined teeth. She pulled her head from his grasp and moved to get up again.

“Do it yourself,” she said noncommittally. He only held tighter to her head.

“No,” she said firmly. “I want to go home and check on my son.”

“You can. We will. But…”

With his other hand he grasped his sex and began moving it towards her mouth. She pulled away, but his hand held her fast. He pressed the leaky tip to her mouth.

“Xan, please no…”

He slid the tip back and forth along her lips. He moaned as she licked her lips while pulling away.

“You may not do the other thing I want you to do, but you will do this or I’ll take our son away from you.” He threatened.

“You wouldn’t!” She gasped. “You bastard, I hate you!” She screamed.

He only nodded and pressed himself against her again.

“I’m your husband, you should want to do this for me. I’m in ‘pain’ here…now suck me off.” He grinned wickedly, grabbed her head and pressed himself into her mouth. She gasped as the hard flesh entered the cavern. She opened wide and allowed him to thrust. Soon, both hands held her head and her neck angled as she sucked him all the way down. He came, came hard shooting deep into her throat. So deep that she thought she’d choke if he didn’t let up on her. His sex was big in her mouth. She could feel blood vessels breaking in her face, lines forming around her mouth. He pummeled her so hard that when he pulled out, her nose was bleeding. He kissed her anyway, pressed her back into the bed as he tongued her down, his mouth seeking the taste of his own essence.

As they boarded the limo she held back tears. The same tissues she used to blot at her nostrils she used to wipe her eyes. Xanatos talked nonstop on the phone. Occasionally, he’d reach over and grasp her hand or stroke her face, leaning in, stealing kisses undeserved. When they got back to the house, she checked on Omega. He was still asleep. Xanatos watched her being motherly, watched her as she moved to the bath to shower. After she got into bed, she fell right to sleep. Later, she felt him climb in behind her, felt his hand seek out her body, felt him pull her against him. He slipped a quick feel through the silk of her fabric, stroking her ass, his middle finger purposely grazing the crack. Finally, he pulled her hard against him and they fell asleep. She woke the next morning to find him gone. She was barely out of bed before she felt the nausea hit again. But was it the alcohol from last night? Or could she be…pregnant? Oh, no, not again.

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