Crown of Slaves 040 (Patreon)

Lana Beniko had never been fond of kneeling, for all her fantasies regarding certain women of her acquaintance, but she had always been willing to do things that she wasn’t fond of in order to succeed in her goals, and this situation was hardly any different.

“You have proven yourself more than capable, surprisingly so perhaps given your lack of formal training before your arrival here.” Baras intoned, drumming his fingers lightly on his desk as he looked down to where she and Vette knelt at the foot of the small dais said desk rested atop. “Certainly worthy of calling yourself my apprentice, given you have left any potential rivals well and truly in the dust. Quite literally, in some cases, am I not correct?”

“They wanted to kill me and take what was mine for themselves. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, allow that to happen. The fact that they died as a result instead of surviving to be of service to the Empire is unfortunate, but entirely due to their own choices. I won’t feel any guilt for it.” Lana responded, respectful but uncowed, and Baras scoffed.

“Nor would I wish you to. They confronted an enemy beyond their meagre abilities and suffered for it. The mistake was theirs and the punishment both inevitable and swift. Do not waste time dwelling on it, it will do you no good, and I have no tolerance for soft-hearted hesitation and foolishness that could compromise our goals.” he declared, waving a dismissive hand, before leaning forward and bracing his elbows on the table before him, lacing his fingers together. “You are now, officially, my apprentice. My student, and the agent of my will. The privileges,” he tilted his head in Vette’s direction demonstrably. “are significant and the rewards for success greater still. Failure will be duly punished and lessons duly delivered. I trust that you will do your utmost to earn many of the former and few of the latter.”

“Of course I will, my Lord.” came the prompt reply, her head ducking a bit, and she Felt Vette’s worry and affection for her radiating from behind and beside her as the twi’lek knelt in silent, fraught supplication in front of a man who very well could decide to have her killed now that she was no longer needed to test his acolytes. Her friend, frightened and vulnerable, and that compelled her to continue. “I assure you, I will enjoy making use of every gift you have given me to the utmost, and I have every intention of earning greater rewards still.”

“Intentions are cheap, apprentice. Actions, and the results thereon, are what truly matter. You may rise.” Baras instructed, the intonation of ‘you’ making it clear he referred to Lana and Lana alone, perhaps unsurprisingly, and Vette remained still as stone as Lana obeyed. “Hmm. Your next task will be to travel to the shuttle pad, and there to Korriban Station. A priority shuttle there, crewed by vassals of mine, will take you directly to Dromuund Kaas. There, you will procure better equipment than the flimsy things you are currently using -a stipend will be provided- and await further instructions, which will not be long in coming. Take the lethan with you, she’s yours to do with as you please. I care not for her fate from this moment forward, so far as I am concerned she has served her purpose in assisting with your trials.”

“Thank you, my Lord.” Lana bowed her head again, a fraction deeper than before, and hoped that he couldn’t sense the way she roiled at the words, the way she forced her expression to be smooth and her presence in the Force smoother still.

Take the lethan with you, he’d said. As though Vette were a piece of luggage or furniture. An object, a tool, not a living thing. Baras had said it as though he were doing her a favor, and in the narrow, ugly arithmetic of Sith favors, he was. The only value Vette’s life had held here on Korriban, not being the pet or plaything of anyone of significance, had been doing her part in Baras’ last trial. With that completed, she was superfluous, unnecessary, and irrelevant so far as he was concerned. But she was beautiful, and he was doubtlessly aware of Lana’s tastes on some level, as well as how well the two young women seemed to get along, so why wouldn’t he give her to Lana?

There was nothing better than giving a gift that cost you nothing and left the receiver indebted to you or feeling grateful for it.

“Hmm. Very well. Go. I will see you on Dromuund Kaas forthwith.” he waved a hand, already looking to his terminal, already dismissing them from his mind as much as he was from his presence. Not that either of those he was addressing would dream of complaining, and Lana bowed and stepped back even as she gestured for Vette to rise and follow her, something the crimson-skinned alien was all-too-happy to do.

Neither of them spoke as they left, and neither of them spoke as they collected their meagre belongings from the room they shared. Not a word was exchanged until they were well away from the Academy and everyone within it, and it was only then that Vette let herself give a shaky laugh, one that Lana soon joined.

“Oh, Force!” Vette wheezed, bracing one hand against the nearest solid object - a durasteel wall keeping the oblivious or the stupid from plunging over the cliff to their deaths- as she doubled over, her lekku trembling with the effort of breathing through the nervous laughter. “Oh, I thought he was going to kill me. I thought that was it. Cut down in the middle of the Academy for being a loose end, and all of it to the sound of that smug old bastard drumming his fingers on his desk.”

“So did I.” Lana pressed the back of her wrist to her mouth until the near-hysterical giggles subsided, though the tremor in her hands lingered, and she didn’t try to hide it. There was no one around to see. A pair of acolytes fresh off of the shuttles were the only ones that had passed them by the entire journey, and they’d taken one look at the two young women and decided to be somewhere else. “Force, I was stuck between trying to figure out how to save you and terrified of how to tell Vestara if I failed.”

“You don’t have to tell her anything, now.” Vette straightened, scrubbing at her eyes with the heel of one hand, a grin on her lips that was wobbling just as much as her voice was. “‘Cause, hey, we’re alive! Both of us! I’m not going to be dead on the floor of Baras’ office, and you’re not going to be tragically weeping over my cooling corpse. Which, by the way, would have been very dramatic of you. I’d have been touched.”

“I would have been furious.” Lana corrected, and found, to her mild surprise, that she was smiling too, if not quite as tremulously as her companion was. “Furious, plotting, and likely dead myself, sooner rather than later, in an effort to help Vestara kill him.”

“Aww.” Vette bumped her shoulder against Lana’s, the contact warm and solid and real. “That’s one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever said to me! You really do love me, huh? And hey, speaking of studly, she’s on DK herself, right? Looking forward to seeing her again? Because I sure am~!”

“I am, yes.” Lana admitted, and the admission cost her less than she would have expected. Vestara had been gone from Korriban for weeks now, and the absence had settled into her like a splinter, small and constant, impossible to ignore for long. “Though I’d prefer it if you refrained from announcing the fact to every Sith we pass between here and the shuttle. Advertising potential weaknesses to potential enemies not being the wisest thing to do, you see.”

“Please. Who’s going to hear me? There’s no one out here.” Vette gestured broadly at the empty walkway, at the red-brown stone and the churning sky, and then lowered her voice to a stage whisper anyway, because being a brat summed up at least a third of her personality so far as Lana could tell. “Besides, I’m a very discreet person. Ask anyone.”

“I’ll make a note to do that. Right after I finish asking whether you’ve ever kept a secret for longer than an hour.”

“Rude. Excuse you.” Vette pulled herself up with an exaggerated sniff, chin lifted in a parody of Sith hauteur that sat poorly on a face still flushed with leftover laughter, never mind the gleam in her eyes or the twitch at the corners of her mouth. “I’ll have you know I’m amazing at keeping secrets! I did all sorts of stuff with Studly before you showed up, you know! Sexy things, fun things! And I’ve not told you about any of it!”

“You told me about plenty, so unless Vestara seduced you and you’re pregnant, I very much doubt that I’m missing anything at all.” Lana’s scoffing retort was accompanied by a roll of her eyes and a blush, both at the memory of all the stories Vette had told her and the mental image of Vette and Vestara entangled in a bed…and, though she would never admit it aloud, the mental image of a pregnant Vette.

“Oohh, now isn’t that a fun thought, eh? I can see you thinking about it, you know. And I like it alot.” Vette’s grin turned sly, and one of her lekku curled lazily over her shoulder as she tilted her head. “Because I’d happily volunteer to be a surrogate for Studly, for sure. I bet our kids would be absolutely gorgeous. A couple of little ones with my skin and her hair? Or with her skin and my lekku? Adorable. I’d be the best mom ever, too.”

“You’d be the most problematic mother in the history of Ryloth. You would teach them to pick locks before they could walk, and delight in the chaos they inflicted upon the rest of us.” Lana’s face was hot now, and she hastened toward the shuttle pad to hide it, setting a brisk pace that Vette matched easily, stride for stride and that damned, now distinctly smug, grin on her lips. Ugh, she probably thought she’d won or something, which was absurd. They weren’t doing anything that could be ‘won’ or ‘lost’ to begin with, and even if they were, it was certainly Lana who would have won.

Vette didn’t reply immediately, seeming content to bask in her entirely-unearned satisfaction, and Lana was more than happy to let the silence linger. Partly to give her face time to cool, partly to avoid saying anything that might be over-heard as they grew closer, and partly because she was still trying to push a tantalizing deluge of mental images out of her mind. Pregnant Vette had now been joined by a few other faces, Lana herself included, and if she was being honest it wasn’t the first time she’d pictured it.

It also wasn’t the first time that she’d firmly pushed that mental image into a well-worn, somewhat dented box, which she did with some reluctance as their waiting shuttle came into view. Not a standard Taerab Starships SA-22 Assault Shuttle, but the far faster -in hyperspace, at least- and larger SH-12. The sort of shuttle that fleet admirals, Darths, and Moffs flew around in, not mere apprentices such as herself, and if she hadn’t already known that Baras was in something of a rush, that would have confirmed it for her. A low whistle from her side told her that Vette understood just what she was looking at as well, which probably shouldn’t come as a surprise.

The two crewmen, black-clad, waiting at the bottom of the ramp snapped to attention as they approached, before bowing and addressing her as they came into earshot.

“Apprentice Lana Beniko, of Darth Baras?” one of them inquired politely, the question very much not a question, and Lana confirmed it with a nod and a quiet word. Nodding in return, he gestured to the ramp. “We’re here to transport you directly to the capital. Please board and follow the attendant, we’ll be lifting off and breaking orbit immediately after you’re secured.”

Lana silently -she wouldn’t go so far as to say regally, though she tried- inclined her head in thanks and started up the ramp, Vette’s footsteps a light, quick echo behind her. The attendant waiting at the top was a young woman in the same black as the crewmen, her posture almost painfully perfect and rigid, and as they approached she executed an equally-perfect heel-turn and started walking. She led them through a short corridor and into a passenger compartment that was, to Lana’s faint and unwilling amazement, genuinely comfortable. Padded seats upholstered in dark leather, a small refreshment console set into one bulkhead, even a viewport, though all it offered at the moment was the dull red smear of Korriban’s afternoon.

“Refreshments are available at your leisure, Apprentice.” The attendant gestured toward the console without quite meeting Lana’s eyes, her gaze flicking to Vette once and away again, eyes not even lingering on the collar on her neck in spite of how obvious it was. “If you should need anything from me, anything at all, I have been placed entirely at your service by Darth Baras. Is there any way I can serve you?”

Lana wasn’t stupid. Even without the Force -she could sense the other woman’s resignation and, to be honest, mild interest seeping out from around carefully-constructed shields and tight-reined control- she would have understood the unspoken implications in her presence and choice of words. The attendant would have sex with her if she saw fit, however she saw fit. It was somewhat flattering that the other woman wasn’t completely horrified by the prospect, but she wasn’t particularly interested in a random fling with some random naval officer.

Especially not one in the service of Baras. She knew better than that.

“That will be all for now, thank you.” she responded, polite and level-toned, and the attendant bowed her head with a flicker of something that might have been relief and might have been disappointment. It was difficult to tell, and frankly Lana didn’t care to dig. She had bigger problems to worry about, and how the attendant felt about not being used for sexual relief wasn’t really a problem of hers to begin with. “Should I require anything, I’ll make sure that you’re aware of it.”

“As you wish, Apprentice. I can be summoned through the console if you require me.” The woman withdrew quickly enough that Lana might have been offended if she were someone else, and the compartment door hissed shut behind her.

Vette waited exactly three seconds before she flopped bonelessly into the nearest seat, sprawling across it in a way that was actually quite enticing, not that Lana would ever imagine telling her as much. “Wow. She was right there and all yours to play with, and you didn’t think about it for a second.”

“Of course I didn’t think about it.” Lana lowered herself into the seat opposite with a slight roll of her eyes, which she tried to keep focused on the viewport as they lifted off instead of drinking in the tangle of red limbs across the way. “She belongs to Baras in every way that matters. Anything that happened between she and I would doubtlessly be reported back to him the moment we arrived, and would give him more leverage -however slight- over me.” she paused, thinking about it. “Besides, knowing him, the offer was some sort of a test of my self-control or something. I certainly wouldn’t be surprised to hear that was the case.”

“Wow, paranoid much?” Vette’s lekku twitched in a way that she’d come to recognize as uncomfortable agreement, though the grin never slipped, and she idly scratched at the half-exposed swell of one breast idly. “Though I guess that’s kind of the whole thing when you’re a Sith, isn’t it? Everybody’s out to get you, so you get them first. And if you can’t do that, you make sure they’re too scared to try.”

“Something like that, yes.” Lana watched Korriban fall away beneath them, the Academy shrinking to a dark smudge against the red-brown wasteland, the Valley of the Dark Lords a ragged scar behind it. She wasn’t remotely sorry to be leaving, and she had little interest in returning. It might be the holy world for their people, but she did not idolize it, and likely never would. Shaking her head, she glanced at Vette, briefly considered talking, before deciding she wasn’t interested in having any sort of serious conversation aboard a shuttle that was, without a doubt, bugged. “Get some sleep, I’ve no doubt we’ll be busy when we reach the capital.”

Vette snorted, but the sound lost most of its bite when it dissolved into a yawn she didn’t bother to trying to hide, not that she would have succeeded overmuch. “Sleep. Right. Because that’s totally easy, under the circumstances.”

“I’ve no doubt you’ve slept under at worse times.” Lana kept her own gaze on the viewport, where the last tatters of Korriban’s atmosphere were burning away into black. The dull red light bled out of the compartment, and the hum of the engines deepened as the shuttle’s pilot, clearly on orders to waste no time, pushed the SH-12 toward the edge of the gravity well as fast as possible.

Vette gave a soft, barking laugh of agreement as she made herself more comfortable, and within moments she was asleep. Lana watched her for a long, long moment, a small smile creasing her lips, before tilting her head back against the back of her own seat and letting her mind drift, secure in the knowledge that Baras had no interest in killing her for the time being.

And promising herself that, the moment they landed on Dromuund Kaas, Vette’s collar would come off. What the lethan would do with it afterwards was entirely her own business, but Lana’s decision had been made.

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Perhaps unsurprisingly, the first thing that Lana did when they finally made landfall on Dromuund Kaas -after reaching Kaas City itself, of course- was head straight for her family home and greet her anxious parents for the first time as a Sith Apprentice. They were dreadfully proud of her, of course, and gratified by the knowledge that she was apprenticed to a Darth, even as she felt their worry for her safety mingle with that pride.

Her mother had been the one to hug her first, fiercely and without any sort of hesitation or care for what anyone might think about it, releasing her reluctantly after what felt like at least a minute or two and allowing her father to step up and take his own turn. As an apprentice to a Darth, she should probably be shunning such emotional contact, but then again she wasn’t an average apprentice and didn’t particularly want to be.

And she certainly didn’t think that Vestara would be remotely interested in an ‘average apprentice’ either, nor someone that would abandon or shun those closest to them for the sake of power or ego. Force knew that she’d never been particularly shy about voicing her opinion of typical Sith and their behavior.

“And who is this? Will we need to find a room for her in the slave quarters, or…?” her mother asked leadingly after the emotional greetings were completed, eyeing the apparently-somber Vette with a sort of aloof curiosity.

“No, no, she’ll be staying in my rooms with me.” Lana responded, shaking her head firmly, smiling at her companion, her friend. “This is Vette. She has been my companion since the moment I landed on Korriban, and has saved my life more than once. Darth Baras gave her to me, and as a reward for what she’s done for me, I freed her the moment we disembarked the shuttle at the port.”

Her father’s eyebrows climbed toward his receding hairline, and her mother’s mouth pursed in a way Lana remembered intimately from childhood, the expression she wore when a dinner guest said something that was not quite scandalous, but certainly not what she’d expected. Neither of them spoke immediately either, with a silence that stretched long enough that Lana was starting to feel distinctly uncomfortable…and unhappy. Before she could get angry or defensive on Vette’s behalf, however, her mother nodded sharply.

“If that is what you wish, she will be welcome in our home.” she decreed, before giving Vette a small, somewhat uncomfortable, but entirely genuine smile of gratitude. “And you have my thanks for everything that you’ve done for my daughter.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Vette’s reply came in a voice a good deal smaller than Lana was used to hearing from her, and when she glanced sideways she found the twi’lek standing with her hands clasped in front of her and her shoulders drawn in, looking for all the world like she expected the whole thing to be pulled out from under her at any moment. “It’s, uh, really nice to meet you both. Lana talks about you a lot.”

“Does she?” Her father’s brows had settled back into something closer to their usual position, though the corners of his mouth had acquired a speculative tuck. “Nothing too embarrassing, I trust?”

In any other situation, Vette might have teased, might have joked, but not here and not now. Her body language and her manner of speaking had already made it quite clear that she knew now wasn’t the time, and she shrugged a bit sheepishly.

“Mostly how supportive the two of you were, how you don’t see her as a tool to use up for the sake of the family’s reputation or to make money. It kind of made an impression, to be honest. You sounded like good people.” she explained honestly, if lacking in detail.

Lana’s parents seemed pleased by that, and a bit surprised. More likely by the fact that she would so freely compliment them to a slave, she would wager -and the display of vulnerability and trust that was part and parcel of doing so-, than the idea that Lana might compliment them at all.

“Hmm. Then you’ll be staying in Lana’s suite, as she says, rather than the slave quarters.” her mother said, turning slightly and beckoning forward a slave waiting just out of sight, a green-skinned twi’lek. “Dena, take my daughter’s companion to the bath, and arrange something suitable for her to join us for dinner. The poor thing is caked in Korriban’s dust, she must feel wretched.”

Dena bowed, a graceful, practiced dip of her head that Lana had seen a thousand times before and had never once paid much attention to -or even noticed, really- until she saw it directed towards Vette instead of a member of her family. From the look on her face, Vette didn’t know what to make of being treated like this either, and Lana could feel the tumult of emotions that writhed beneath her skin. Small wonder, she’d been a slave herself not so long ago, and now another slave -one from her own race, at that- was treating her with deference and respect.

“This way, miss, if you please.” Dena’s voice was low and soft, and she gestured toward the arched doorway that led deeper into the house. Vette looked back at Lana, her lekku twitching a bit unsurely, and Lana gave her an encouraging smile and a slight shooing motion of the hands. Both women were perfectly well aware that Lana’s parents wanted a private conversation with their daughter, and both of them were just as aware that Vette wanted to get warm and clean far more than she wanted to linger and see what the two older Imperials wanted to say in regards to her presence.

Not least because each of them also knew that Lana was likely to give her the broad strokes regardless.

After a moment, Vette nodded and turned, following Dena deeper into the house, and leaving Lana to her parents oh-so-tender mercies.

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I was busy plotting how best to keep Vriska’s beautiful blue body -and brain- unmolested by the Star Cabal when Nicky burst into my room with a thunderous scowl and immediately started stripping while barking for me to do the same.

“Well hello to you too, my love. Feeling vexed?” I drawled teasingly as I rose to obey, not remotely aggrieved by her demand, admiring her crimson skin as it came into view piece by luscious piece, and she growled something potent in Ancient Sith, before a thrust of her hand had a ripple in the Force pushing me back to fall across the bed.

“That little blonde slut and her twi’lek pet landed today, and I’ll join the damned Jedi before I’ll watch the two of them throw themselves at you without reminding you who you’re meant to be with!” came the snapped reply, as the Pureblood stalked towards me with eyes that burned from both possessive wrath and carnal hunger, her hips and breasts swaying in time with every step.

“Jealous, Nicky?” The question left me a bit breathless, partly from the landing and partly from the sight of her, and I propped myself up on my elbows to better enjoy the view as she climbed onto the bed, knees bracketing my hips and hands alternating between massaging and rubbing at my chest. “And here I was thinking that you’d accepted that Lana would be one of my wives. Not to mention, weren’t you telling me about the fine time the two of you had before she left for Korriban?”

Nicky’s lip curled in what was meant to be disgust, which did her absolutely no good and did nothing to hide the way she blushed. “Having a fine time with her and wanting to watch her fawn over you are not the same thing. It was bad enough dealing with her nonsense that first day. And you might intend to take her for yourself, she might even be my future colleague on the Dark Council, but that does not mean I’m going to allow either of you to forget that I was here first.”

“I’m rather sure that Kela was actually ‘here first’, lover.” I teased, earning myself a smacked breast for my trouble, not that it did a thing to reduce the grin I had on my lips. Quite the contrary, it only grew, and she made a sound of disgust even as she rubbed her soaked sex against my engorged shaft.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself. I care for Kela a great deal, more than I ought to given the differences in our ranks in life, but she is still my slave and I am still her owner. Even if that were not the case, she -like our other lovers- are our servants.” she retorted, the words sounding somewhat callous, though I could sense the things she wasn’t saying, could sense the love she felt for Kela and the small-but-growing affection for the rest of our small-but-growing family. I could also sense that she believed, in no small part, what she was saying as she continued. “It is one thing for the leaders of a Dynasty to take servants into their beds, even have children with them, as you no doubt eventually will.” My cock throbbed at the thought. “But it is quite another to have multiple wives of noble rank. Acceptable as it might be, provided those wives are worth the effort, being first among them still matters a great deal. And I will not have my childhood rival, or anyone else, trying to take that position from me!”

She rose up in the middle of that last sentence, gripping my cock firmly and angling it just right, before filling herself from lips to womb in one firm plunge. We both groaned, together, at the sensations that followed. That familiar and exquisite stretch for her, and the equally familiar and exquisite heat for me.

Nicky didn’t give me a chance to recover. Her palms came down flat on my chest -or so flat as it was possible for them to be, given the size of my chest-, her nails digging in just enough to sting, and she began to ride me with slow, deep, and deliberate rolls of her hips. Her breasts shifted with each movement, her lips parted around a breath that came out half-hiss, half-moan, and those golden eyes never left mine. Force, she looked incredible like this, beautiful and fierce and hungry, and I fell just a little bit more in love with her.

“You and I, we’re going to spend the rest of the night together. Just us. And by the time the night ends, I’m going to have drained you dry and left my mark on you as much as you’ll be leaving yours on me.” she continued, dragging her nails along and leaving pink lines streaked across my skin, twisting my nipples sharply. Then she smirked, as if sensing the words already forming in my mind. “Or, rather, in me.”

“Is that a threat or a promise, love?” I managed to respond as she tightened her core around my length, my hands finding her hips and settling there, thumbs pressing into the dips beside her hipbones. Her skin was fever-warm beneath my palms, slick with the first sheen of sweat, and every roll of her body sent a bolt of heat shooting up my spine. “Because I’m going to be honest, Nicky, I’m absolutely fine with either.”

“Both.” The word came out on an exhale, and she leaned down until her raven hair fell around us in a dark curtain, her breath hot against my face. “Which you know very well, you insufferable creature.”

She kissed me then, hard and a little cruel, her teeth catching my lower lip and tugging sharply before she soothed the sting with her tongue. I kissed her back with everything I had, tasting the faint sweetness of the wine we’d had with dinner still lingering there, but as much as I wanted to, I didn’t roll us over and ravage her. She was clearly -not that she would ever admit it- feeling a bit vulnerable and needy tonight, wanting to feel in control while she ‘claimed me’, and I was more than secure enough in our relationship to let her have moments like this when she needed it.

Of course, often times, the best part of letting her have that control was how quickly the need for it bled right out of her. Why? Because when she was feeling vulnerable and needy, what she really wanted was for me to take care of her and pamper her and make her forget whatever it was that had gotten into her head, and the absoloute best way for me to do that was to turn her mind inside out with relentless pleasure.

And it was ever so much fun for me to tempt her into giving me back the reins sooner rather than later, which is why -when she set a rhythm that was torturously slow for the both of us, grinding slowly and all to often simply sitting there with me deep inside- I let my hands wander. Tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her ribs, the heavy swell of her breasts as they bounced and swayed hypnotically above me.

And she certainly wasn’t going to complain, as she leaned into every touch and caress with something very much like a purr rumbling low in her throat, and when I pinched and rolled one hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger she shuddered and faltered in her pace.

“Don’t…” she gasped, though she arched into my palm in the same breath. “Don’t you dare distract me. I’m not finished with you yet.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Your Ladyship. Not for even a single moment.”

“Mock me again and I’ll…!” her threat, empty thought it would have been, was cut off as I thrust up into her while simultaneously pinching her nipple again and rubbing her clit. She came with a keening sound, pitched head first into pleasure, her back bending so sharply that someone neither as flexible more athletic as she was would likely have been seriously injured if they had done the same.

The aftershocks rolled through her in long, shivering waves, and I held her hips through all of them, not thrusting, not moving, simply feeling her clench and flutter around me until the keening trailed off into a ragged, breathless whimper. Her nails had dug deeper into my chest at some point. I would be wearing the evidence of the evening for a day or two at least, and the thought sent a pulse of satisfaction straight through me. There were few things I loved more than marking my lovers, and being marked by them in turn.

“That was~!” Nicky began, then lost the thread of the sentence entirely when her trembling arms gave out, and she collapsed forward onto me with her forehead pressed to my collarbone. She moaned hotly against my skin as the movement jostled my length in her depths, sending sparks fissioning through the both of us. “That was cheating.”

Her words didn’t have any sort of bite to them, and so I didn’t feel particularly bad about laughing softly as I ran my fingers along her spine.

“All is fair in love and war, baby.” I told her, rolling us over so that she was underneath me, her legs wrapping around me instinctually. “Now, do you need a break and to ride me again, or do you want to lay back and let me breed you?”

“If you think that we’re done…” she started, only to gasp and stop saying anything particularly coherant as I started thrusting into her again. The night promised to be a long one, and I couldn’t be happier about that fact.

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I’ll probably expand this smut scene before this chapter goes live, but this is sufficient for now!

As always, comment and such things for edits!