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Happy To Help
By : Topaz-PerrLove
Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female
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Disclaimer: One Shot Word Porn. 2000 Words of Porn.
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I do not own or profit from any of the Star Wars franchise.

I apparently don't believe in paragraphs.

This is my first published fanfic or erotica. Hope you enjoy it!

I woke up curled in on myself. My nose was inches from a metal wall that was emanating cold towards me. I stretched out stiffly: hearing the cot I was on creak, rolling slowly over to face what was a narrow cell, containing the cot I was on and a strip of floor abutting a handless door. But I shot into a seated position, pressing my back against the frigid wall. The strip of floor was occupied. His hulking black-clad form looked larger still confined in the small space with me. With me. My breath was shallow as if there wasn’t quite enough air in there with us. He had been interrogating me so recently. He had been inside me, in my mind. He had been looking for information about Rey. She and I had worked side by side salvaging on Jakku. She had aided me when I first arrived, taught me how the arid planet operated. But I didn’t know where she’d gone after the stormtroopers came. He had seen that I didn’t know but he had stayed inside me a while longer, I could feel him sifting through me. When he had eventually left, silently, I had felt his absence. Then a trooper had doped me. I brought a hand to the side of my neck where the injection had been shot. Now I was in this small room with him. His helmet was resting next to him on the ground. I took time to understand his face. His strong jaw was clenched, working hard against something that beamed through his deep-set, dewy eyes. His silk black hair fell past his broad cheekbones, shadows pooling deeply beneath them. But his lips were where my eyes landed for too long. They were wide and full and looked cloud soft. My hand, still clasping my neck became those lips for a moment, pressing against the soar, alert skin. Breathing became a little harder still. As if my straining chest were his cue- his rich, throaty voice filled the cell. “I understand you cannot help me with what I am looking for.” I tore my eyes from his mouth. “I’m sorry.” I said before thinking then I paused, he had abducted me, imprisoned me. “I’m not sorry” I amended. His lips twitched, pulling my focus back to them. “Rey and I haven’t been close in some time. If we ever were.” I put forth into the electric air between us. “Yes. I know.” He said shortly. Then a pause when I tried not to look at him and I tried to remember how to breath. “So what happens with those of us who prove not helpful?” I murmured. He stood up, towering darkly over me. “You underestimate the ways in which you might help me.” He was in my thoughts again, probing the feelings that were burning tightly low in my belly. And then I was being forced to look up at him- an invisible hand leading me by the chin until I was pulled to standing. In that small space my body was pressed against his robes and I involuntarily wondered what his body was like beneath: lean and narrow but strong. It was his own hand on my chin when he read those thoughts in me and I no longer had to wonder about his lips. They swooped down on mine, hot and soft and wanting. He shrugged his heavy, wool outer robe from his shoulders before bringing his large, dexterous hands to explore my body. He was immediately possessive, clutching hard at my hips. I pressed into his possession. Jakku had been barren and lonely and this man was magnificent and powerful. He swung a half step round pressing me hard into the wall opposite the cot, wedging one of his legs between my own. His weight was crushing but still I felt he wasn’t close enough. I ground my groin against his leg, the heat pulsing and building there. He pulled his mouth from mine and I bit his lip, not wanting him to go. He looked at me bright and writhing beneath him. His eyes burned all my own want back at me as he panted, small guttural pants from between his swollen lips. I ran my hands hard up his muscled back, feeling his rippling shoulders. I brought one hand to his flaming cheek, scraping the other into his hair, nails conducting chills along his scalp. I pulled his face back to mine, opening my mouth softly onto his, tongue darting swipes at his bottom lip until he admitted me. His heavy breaths were mine when he unpinned me from under his hips and hitched me up, guiding my legs around his waist, pressing between my limbs more urgently. I came away from his delicious lips to gasp for air. “Am I proving helpful?” I asked and my voice wasn’t my own, it was breathless and lusty and his lips twitched again, in his version of a smile I deduced. He wound his hand tight in my hair pulling by head back, exposing my neck. He looked down at the exposed plane of skin vampiricly. Then he dove on it placing searing kisses there, running the tip of his tongue up the lines of my throat. Those sensations against the stinging pain of my pulled hair had me frantically stimulated. I set to work with shaking hands on the hem of his undershirt, tugging it up over his pale velvet skin. He finished the job quickly, the shirt falling with his discarded robe. I looked down at his toned chest, running my fingertips lightly over his heaving chest, alert nipples and trim stomach. It was his turn for impatience, fumbling with the folds of my shirt so I helped, untying my belt then the ties of my blouse allowing it to fall open. I watched his face as I worked the laces his eyes growing storm dark. My breasts had bounced free and a growl escaped his chest as he pushed the top from my shoulders. He bent forward to maul my puckered nipples with his bee-stung lips and wicked tongue. It was my turn to growl as I arched into his attentions. My moan threw him into motion and he pivoted with me again, laying me with a bounce on the cot. He fell on me painting want along my collarbones and breasts with his mouth. Moving swiftly down my midriff, backs of fingers tracing lines down the curves of my sides, hooking in the waistband of my leggings, knuckles urgent against my hipbones. He yanked them and my undergarment off swiftly and together, sliding to shoulder my legs open. I made an instinctive attempt to close my knees, suddenly self-conscious about the untamed wilderness between my thighs. His broad back rebuffed my reflex though. He held my gaze, giving me no choice but to hold his, my face frozen on his own. He reached one impossibly long arm up towards me, sliding his index finger past my lips, invading deeply into my mouth before withdrawing it damply where I sucked it until the last. He swiped it once from back to front through my slick folds. I forgot any self-consciousness. He traced lazy, looping circles around the peak of my clit. Every time it passed fleetingly over my sweet spot to the right a little gust of air was torn from my lips. He quickened his treatment and so quickened my panting. I tried moving myself against his hand but he pressed his free palm against my abdomen effectively pinning me to his mercy. Then he slipped his tongue inside of me. All of me ached to drive myself further on that damp visitor. He pushed his face into me over and over, nose nuzzling my clit each time. His tongue acted out a prelude to what was brewing north on him. I started crying out as his tongue massaged me with relentless attention. Incoherent versions of the word “please” ripped in fragments from deep within me. He obliged my pleading: flicking his tongue up and out of me, driving in two fingers in it’s stead, curling them towards the epicenter of my burning. It broke volcanically sending molten ecstasy to each sensitized pore, hairs shooting up electrically. I wailed in time with the waves crashing over me. He crawled up my body like a feral creature enveloping the end of my yell in a crushing, open-mouthed kiss. I let the kiss refill me before I brutally pushed his sculpted chest, forcing him up and off of me. A moment of rage and confusion escaped his compromised visage, unsure of whether I was rebuffing him. But instead I ripped open the lacing of his breeches allowing them to fall from his narrow hips to the ground where he kicked them away. His erection was full, veined and flushed. The tip shone with pre-cum and I pushed him to sit on the cot before falling on his engorged manhood. I mimicked his treatment of me: running my tongue up the underside of his member from root to tip, tracing teasing circles around the head before taking him into my mouth fully. He made a choked noise before his hands tangled my hair and moved me over him with gruff sureness. Him, this, was sublime, was necessary. I slipped my hand down myself, toying with the moisture between my legs. He thrust largely up into my mouth before pulling me off of him and drawing me up to standing with him. He spun me towards the wall where I braced myself with one hand, exhilarated by the feel of his member against my ass. He languorously brought my free arm back to stroke his hair, pulling his luxurious lips down against the hollow of my throat. He landed kisses there, below my ear and back again. His own hands slithered round me wholly; one large palm fondled my breasts. The other crept downwards and I mewled as he pulled my rear more snuggly against him, guiding himself into me from behind with a strong thrust. His cock hit that hidden spot in me almost at once. He drove into me with a steady, racing tempo piercing me from behind and drawing me further onto him with the hand attending my clit. It was fervent and needy as he refused to relent. Pounding into me through my moans, each pant driving my breasts further into his strong hand. “Yes!” I exclaimed jubilantly as the fire began to leak through my being again. “Yes” he murmured against my neck his thick voice thicker with the exertion. His hot breath there, his vehement plumbing of my depths, his hand rolling one of my tender nipples between long fingers turned me again into a liquid creature of pleasure. He pulled himself out of me, guiding me round by my hips and knocking me back onto the cot. He looked burningly down into my face as he wasted no time in reentering my sensitive flesh. It made me cry out but he swallowed the yelp in his mouth. When he rose over me again setting a demanding pace I looked hard over the wide planes of his face. I traced the constellations of freckles and marks first with my eyes and then softly with my tongue. He drove into me harder and faster, throbbing inside of my own pulsing walls. He let me gyrate against him now, blinded by his own fire. I rolled my hips, head thrown back then, his face buried again in my neck and billowing hair. I reached another shuddering, internal flood as he contributed his outpouring into my tunnel. He pulled slowly out of me, drops of his donation trailing out with him. He held himself over me with eyes blazing and luscious lips apart. I brought my face up to his a final time in a slow and sultry kiss. I rose further once we separated, to his ear, nose nuzzled in his jet dark tresses. “Happy to help” I breathed, landing a kiss on the sensitive skin of his neck.
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Happy To Help	By : Topaz-PerrLove Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 3837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: One Shot Word Porn. 2000 Words of Porn.

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