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You had been courted by a man of much mystery, a sith who was deemed by all as powerful and uninterested in the likes of others. He preferred solitude, as those brave enough to gaze upon him observed.

Yet somehow , you had caught his eye regardless of such facts. With every encounter, his interest was most greatly piqued. Every turn of your figure, every look, and every word that fell from your sweet lips had him craving the very taste of you. He found himself in love with just one look, irrevocably bewitched for the very first and last time for he is quite sure that no other soul could capture him in the way you so naturally had.

He could have it all, everything he had ever wanted, crowned by his newfound freedom on account of now reigning the great galactic empire. Yet, the only thing he found himself ever caring for was you . You were the prize he so craved, and he didn’t find himself much caring for anything else. What did such a throne and jewels mean, when he had you in his sights? He would not waste a second in burning it all to the ground in order to sew you a dress from the very ashes.

Thus, he sent you many gifts to both allow for you to be sure of his affections, and to show you in his appreciation when he had yet to be so close to you. Gowns of such intricate design, your favorite flowers and trinkets of which he had picked up from the voices of your friends in the senate, and even letters from him when he noticed how your cheeks would be perfectly flushed upon attempting to sneak subtle glances at him when possible; something he could only interpret as a sign of your growing interest in him. His handwriting captured your attention further indeed; the flourishes, the way he so perfectly puts his words onto paper, it was so… thoughtful. 

He would write you a ballad that came from the raging desire from his heart to sing to you, or simply describe how lovely you looked in how you chose to present yourself, and only continued to share things with you that he’d not dare do with any other being. 

There was something about him, something that made such acts less creepy than they were sweet and well intentioned. He was, by your eye, incredibly handsome and divine; a perfect match to his heart, a heart of which only had been burning and put on grand display for you. Too were his eyes a golden yellow, but you noticed that when close to you, they were a sparkling blue. Your feelings grew and grew almost in comparison to his own, and never once did you think him anything but sincere…for you knew such a man in his shoes would not waste precious time in giving attention to someone he could care less about. 

He had never had to work this hard to feel deserving of anything, of your hand . If he wanted something, he would simply take it. But you weren’t some object for him to snatch, and he knew that quite well. You were a gorgeous creature deserving of respect, and he would carry all the patience in the world as he waited for your acceptance.

You simply wished to get to know him better, to understand why a man of such apparent violence and control over so many showed such kindness to you. There were so many others to choose from, that he could have pined for, others that perhaps share his common goals and lust for power, yet you were the one he so desired; a senator who you didn’t think to stand out like the rest, striving for the best for people out of the sheer kindness of your heart- therefore making yourselves polar opposites, as it would seem at the very least. 

You never truly thought yourself deserving of such love, not until he was the cause of a storm within your dear heart. You felt so small under his gaze, so…unworthy- that is until he opened his lips, and made you feel as if you were the most important person in the room along with him. Your heart raged when he would keep his eyes settled on you for the entire night without giving anyone even a drop of his attention, how he would ask of your people and how they were coping, or how his fingertips felt against your skin when he brushed a piece of hair from your face; but best of all, your mind raced when it was time to say goodbye, when he so lightly took ahold of your waist and pressed a most gentle and soft kiss to your cheek and yet so close to the corner of your lips…

You find yourself thinking of him more and more, desiring nothing more than to have a more intimate relationship with the man, one where you could be close to him and his affections. You’d never been so in love, truly.

Finally , when at a ball most prestigious, did he find you all on your lonesome. He approached, outstretching his hand to you as he asked for a dance. To his pleasure, you accepted; you always did, of course.

The feeling of your skin under his fingertips was electrifying, he craved more of it with every dance. He held you close, a gentle yet firm hand on your waist as the other was interlocked with your hand. Your chests pressed together, and he swore he could feel the palpitations of your heart raging against his own. 

To his surprise, you hinted at wanting to see more of him, to get to know him… intimately . You felt confident enough, having gathered the courage to finally tell him you wanted him.

That's how it all started, your courtship in which he treated you better than he ever had with anyone else. He wished to make you his queen , his loving empress. He wanted you to be his, and only his. He would prop a planet upon his shoulders just to give to you, for you had made him the happiest man in the galaxy.

He gave you everything and more; an entire wardrobe to your liking, a home with him, all the spoils of what he could get his hands on, as much control and power as you could ask for, and best of all- himself , whenever you wished for him, and in any possible way your mind may imagine.

He brought you with him on long missions in order to not spend a second missing one another, having you set up in his own private quarters most comfortably. And the best part of that is when he would come back from his duties, finding you on his ship as he lifted you into his arms, or took your face into the palms of his hands as he kissed you so deeply. 

And he certainly craved you in more ways than one, yet as much as he wanted to have you most intimately, he waited until you were ready of course. What is the fun if you’re not both enjoying it, equally ready to show each other such raw love? Although his patience thinned when it came to such a subject, he would not rush you. He dealt with his feelings internally, and the… pressure from below when you touched him just right.

He was not an animal, needing to satisfy his needs most immediately. He was far more civilized than that .

He gave hints, of course, but only that; like when you laid in bed, you were wearing rather revealing nightgowns as he traced his fingers and knuckles up and down your soft skin, taking in how you blushed and shivered as he told you how beautiful the rest of you must be. There too were times when you’d mention being hungry, and he would agree but say something along the lines of “ As am i, but not for food …” in such a sultry tone, almost purring the words as it caused you to giggle out of shyness. You did not mind such things, rather finding it endearing- you felt wanted. He too made it clear he was only being playful, and in a way assuring you that he would always want you no matter what occurred.

You hadn’t been shy in mentioning you wanted him too, but that you hadn’t exactly done such a thing before. He understood, and assured you that you were not obligated to give him what you weren’t ready to have taken just yet.

You felt safe, don’t misunderstand, for you too noticed how he was so tense around others but completely relaxed around you. Despite this, he did somewhat intimidate you- not in a bad way, but an understandable one. The man is a sith with much experience up his sleeves, and you are quite the opposite, having never laid with another in such a private way.

Except there were times you wanted him back so bad it hurt, but you got nervous with the coldest of feet as you thought of how he may touch you. You didn’t want to disappoint, despite how utterly ridiculous such fears were. Did you think he was to be so selfish, that he would reject you like that? He treated you with nothing but love and respect, you knew that, and he too had become familiar with much of your figure anyhow; pressing sweet kisses up your legs after a bath that left you chilled and lacking warmth, a robe wrapped around you as he asked you whether you would like some tea. Or the times when you laid in bed in total darkness, your back pressed against his chest as his hands explored you and acted as his eyes, gently massaging your breasts, and drifting downwards until his fingers slipped into the fabric of your panties, gently beginning to rub your clit as he listened to your sweet moans.

You had spent many nights dreaming of going so much further than those touches in the dark of night, including this very moment. Both your body and mind felt in tune after so long, most surely ready . 

From the very beginning of your courtship he had you dripping with such lust with every look, but now you could finally say you needed him in every sense of the word and had to have him before you exploded. You had gone too long without it, without him inside of you despite how nerve wracking it may be to finally happen.

You had discussed it, of course, shyly asking how it would go…and he always did his best in answering you, truthfully saying there was no way to know for these things may go unplanned, allowing for your lust and that of love to guide each other in such a moment. But the one thing he was sure of was that he would cater to your every need and every wish, ensuring your comfort in any way he could. 

He had been away for some time once again on this day, leaving you in the ship as you sat around in waiting and allowing for your mind to drift into scandalous territory.

You spent much time thinking of him as previously addressed; how his hands and lips felt upon your skin, how he looked at you with both love and like he wanted to devour you. You wanted more , so much more that you knew he wanted nothing more than to give you after so long. 

You knew quite well that he would be back today, that he was coming home to you- well, it wasn’t home, but anywhere with you? It very well could be. 

You heard the sound of the door as you sat on the edge of the bed in which it faced, immediately standing up when you saw his figure before you. He looked delighted as always, that clenched jaw suddenly relaxing as you met his eye and smiled so wide as he rushed towards you.

He was shrouded in darkness, having been seduced by the dark side so long ago; he knew no light ever since, and he had no intention of doing so… until he met you - you were the light that did not leave his skin blistering beneath your sheer radiance. You were healing , a divine light that kept his sins at bay. 

You were who he used to be, akin to the radiance of a sun and her rays; but little did he know that, in your eyes, he still remained in that state. You did not see him as some monster hidden by shadow, for he was just Ben to you… your Ben .

His hands found your upper arms as he kept you close, the door closing behind him as he smiled so warmly and as if he hadn’t seen you in years. This was the best part of his day, when he wasn’t sitting in some meeting with men who feared him deeply, or revising what planets and their systems he wished to take for the empire.

He was a busy man, for afterall; he had killed the emperor himself and taken his place. Lord Kenobi could not stand the mindless killings of innocents, seeing no strategy in that. He was smart, calculated, and he need not waste time on genocide lest it got him something rather valuable in any case. Your own planet was one he had saved actually, finding use in its life rather than destruction. You see, for he’s no monster…

Unlike the previous emperor, Kenobi was actually respected better…mostly out of fear, of course, but nevertheless respected for how he didn’t always cater to his best interest and rather what was best for the empire and all he reigned over. His intelligence was widely known, and fear against him was justified, but not everything he did or planned was to achieve death and destruction. One does not dare cross him, for he knows just how to play this little game of chess. 

But with you, that's all thrown out the window for the time being. He could care less about anything when he has you in his sights. You’re better than any throne, any title of importance, or prize. You were a diamond, a most beautiful gem.

“Oh my darling, I missed you terribly …” He confessed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before they found your jaw and soon your neck, causing you to lightly giggle at the touch.

He nuzzled himself in there, holding you flush against him as he so sweetly laid wet kisses on your skin. It made you feel tingly, everywhere. His beard was rough against your flesh, and he breathed so warm against the crook of your neck. You felt so flustered as your hands found his shoulders, gripping them tight as you could barely breathe. You knew he would be all over you, yet it still made your heart beat in so many places…

This was setting you off, every little touch, every bit of love that radiated from him- you craved more of this, your heart thumping against your chest and those tingling sensations spread lower and lower…Dear maker you needed him immediately .

“I’m ready …” It was your turn to confess, breath hitched and hitting his ear as he was buried in the crook of your neck. It was all you could say, to let him know you need not wait any longer.

You felt him abruptly pause, his lips stuck on your skin before he hesitantly pulled back to look at you. His eyes showed curiosity and intrigue, and a desire he was fighting off in case of being mistaken. He almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing, wondering what had changed for you.

“Darling, what do you mean by that?” He knew what you meant, but he so dearly wished for you to say it. He wanted to hear it, so bad .

His own heart was thumping so rapidly, dearly ready to finally take you on the bed you shared; to show you such pleasure that you had never felt before. He needed to explore you, to open that window in order to cherish you every day you were together. There was never a day that went by where he wasn’t anxious for your taste, to feel all of you.

As addressed; he was no animal, of course, but his sex drive was higher than the fucking stars themselves. Although he had not told you, knowing how adorably flustered you could be, he thought of you constantly- in every way, every little position. He had never wanted someone so bad, constantly like this. Nor did he ever want you to feel bad for it, to feel like you had to rush yourself, so his fantasies were his own to keep for the time being.

You looked up at him with pink cheeks and wide eyes, so damned pretty… You felt overwhelmed by his devilishly handsome face, his perfect features that looked back at you as you were put on the spot.

“I- I want you, i’m ready for it-” when he didn’t answer due to his own surprise, you continued. “ Please …I mean it, Ben. I won’t take it back. I’m ready to give myself to you, I'm quite sure…”

As much as he wanted to grab you immediately, to waste no time, he had to make sure you were perfectly comfortable. “You’re sur-”

“Yes!” You interrupted, cutting him off, an act of which no one else would dare dream of doing. His eyes widened, and his cheeks actually reddened with how antsy you were for this. “I have been thinking about it all day, all the damned time…and I love how bad you’ve been wanting me too, how- how wanted you make me feel. I’m not just ready because you want it, okay? I want this too- Believe me. I even…” You then lost your words, the shyness under his gaze taking over once again as you hoped he would catch on.

His eyes trailed down, finding what you wished to say but could not find the words for. You were wearing that particular favorite gown of his, one of which he had gifted you on your first date. It was perfectly tight and snug, yet comfortable, a complimentary red with a silky fabric and darker diamond-like patterns running through it that blended in perfectly, with an open back that dipped to your waist. The straps were made of diamonds, and you had a matching pair of earrings and a necklace to go with it. It was one of the more simple gowns, but that was because he wanted to focus on your raw and natural beauty, for the gown to not take away from your lovely features.

You watched as he eyed you, taking in every last drop he possibly could. You did not know what he was thinking, other than he looked pleased, like he was undressing you with his eyes already.

“ Oh, you are such a thoughtful little thing…all for me? ” He sounded delighted, yet still laced with such surprise. His eyes then softened, licking his lips as he adjusted his tone to something smoother and velvety, wanting to encourage you due to your shyness. “I must say, my darling, you look quite ravishing in this…though far better without, care to prove my theory to me? ”

You sighed out of relief, thinking you were to be hit with rejection. Your lips curved as you could only nod in agreement, excited for the lust you wished to be drowned in by him.

“First, would you mind if…” He trailed off, finding the words as he was enchanted by the mere sight of you, mind swarming with all he wished to do to you as his pants tightened immensely. “-I guided us through this evening, to allow for you to relax?”

He knew quite well you would require some guidance, and he was prepared to give it if you asked. He had so many things he wanted to say and do to you, things of which he had fantasized of in front of his own men. He just wanted you to relax, and revel in all he had to give you.

You seemed quite relieved and anxious to continue upon his asking, you shaking your head eagerly for it. “Please do…um- yes , that would be helpful, my love, I'd like that.”

You simply felt so shy, so small as you stood here before him, asking to be taken care of like this. You felt your hands shake in anticipation for what was to come.

He hummed, rather pleased with your response. “Such good manners, what a treat …Will you be a good girl for me like this all the time?”

You definitely would if he would speak to you like this every time- you felt like you were on fire. And oh was he already having so much fun with this…and he stood over you so tall too, feeling your heart in your throat as he looked down on you with such a lustful gaze.

Your cheeks flushed brighter, him leaning in closer to you until you could feel his breath dance against your face. “I’ll try...”

He seemed amused by your response, raising a brow as you felt his knuckles brush against your wrist. “Oh, is that right? Hmm, I suppose I do like a good brat every now and then, but act out too much and you may be deserving of a punishment.”

With such words, you looked down in order to hide your face, so completely flustered that you forgot how to function. He thought it rather cute and winsome, actually.

And maker were you beginning to wonder what that would look like, what it would feel like to have him punish you and teach you a lesson when you didn’t do what he asked of you. You felt terribly dirty imagining it, but you liked it just as much…

After tonight, you were prepared to try many things with him, that was sure. This was simply the big step, leaping over the insecurities you felt.

You felt his fingertips press against your chin, him slowly raising your head up to look at him again. When your eyes met, he gifted you an enchanting smile that had the power to settle your nerves. “I’ll be nice, unless you ask otherwise, I promise, alright? And there's no need to be shy, my darling, not with me; I'm here to make you feel good, to take care of you in every way. You’re beautiful, all of you.”

“Maker, you’re sweet….” You nodded with a bright blush, taking in his words and sheer compassion. “Do um- do you want me to…”

He shook his head immediately, sensing what you wished to ask. “No, no…just stay like this, you’re doing perfect already.”

He placed a hand on your cheek, cupping it as he leaned in to press his lips to yours to share a kiss most comforting to you. It was gentle and tender as you parted your lips, signaling for him to slip his tongue past to which he responded rather quickly, hungrily in fact. 

His mouth was perfectly wet and warm, tasting so sweet on your tongue as you collided. Your hands were placed on his chest as quiet moans slipped past you and into his mouth, feeling so aroused by him as he picked up on it with such ease.

He could feel how needy you were, how much you pined for his touch. Who was he to deny you of that, to keep you waiting any longer than you already have? He had been waiting for so long as well, each of you allowing for your mind to catch up with the needs of your body. He was not going to let this go to waste.

You were left chasing his lips upon him pulling back so suddenly, absolutely adoring how much you wanted of him. 

“Desperate this evening, are we?” He questioned with a smile, pressing a kiss to your temple as you blushed. “That's alright, as am I.”

He then shook his head, waving the subject away as his fingertips lingered towards the strap of your dress, sensually and slowly pulling it off your shoulder as he watched it fall limp. “I’d love to take this off now, unless you have any objections, my dear.”

He would finally see you, well- all of you, not just with touch like before, and he was more excited than he may ever be able to explain. Your heart picked up again, but you were ready for this and there was no way you’d back down. “None at all- rip it off if you please.”

He chuckled, his other hand tracing along the skin of your shoulder where the other strap still clung on, almost in a way so teasing. “But it’s so pretty on you… darling , i don’t think i have the heart to destroy it- but it seems someone is rather eager to be touched by me…I’m flattered.”

You felt him lift the sparkling strap, pulling it off to the side as he watched it fall. It fell down your arms, the front cut drifting to almost expose your breasts. All you needed to do was allow it to fall down your arms, the entire dress going with it as you took one deep breath, feeling it falling to your ankles as you finally revealed yourself to him in all your endless beauty.

You felt nervous again as he eyed you like a prize so glorious as he traced every little part of your most stunning figure, licking his lips as he did so. He then brought his hands to your sides as he only pretended to not be at a loss for words, feeling the soft flesh and all it provided, drifting down to your waist as he abruptly pulled you flush against him, causing you to gasp as you could feel your breasts rub against the fabric of his robes. He needed to feel every bit of you, to have you close to him.

He was totally enamored in every sense of the word. Every little part of you was divine, perfectly carved by the hand of the force itself, he was quite sure of it. And he dare only ask himself how he got so lucky, so deserving of you? You were more than perfect to him, all of you better than he could ever have imagined. 

His only question was how did you think so little of yourself? He couldn’t understand how you didn’t see it, how every small thing you worried about was what made you so beautiful, so… you . 

“Darling, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon. Mere compliments aren’t enough to explain this…” He thus leaned in, slipping past your face and allowing his hot breath to hit your ear before he pressed a kiss just beneath. “I’ll have to worship you for you to truly understand my devotion.”

You felt so flustered and surprised as he began placing such aggressive kisses upon your neck, beginning to suck and nip as he left little marks of claim. He was showing his love, as much as he could give of it. And when he was done, he would leave enough to make sure everyone knew you were his, his beautiful, beautiful empress.

You couldn’t help but moan as he left you with traces of himself, feeling how he ravaged your flesh and felt you up. His lips thus traveled lower to explore all he could take once he was satisfied with his little bruises, hands still steady on your waist and keeping you nice and close as he sloppily kissed your collarbones, to just in between your breasts like he was tracing your skin with his lips. 

Every little kiss to every inch of you, was devotion without words. He kissed you in places he never once had, places that left you with shivers and ticklish sensations thanks to his beard. It was a love letter that could not compare to all the physical ones you had received in the past, a love letter that could not be seen, only felt with the thunderous power of your heart and cherished soul.

He glanced up at you for a moment, you catching that spark in his eye that told you of his eagerness to please. He was so in love, and you could see it, accept it despite all your insecurities. Your hands finally found his hair as he dropped to his knees, running your fingers through it as if to encourage him and his efforts, the kisses to your skin that had your knees buckling. 

He looked gorgeous like this, leaving your throat dry as you witnessed him in a position so submissive, all for you…

He hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to your stomach. “My pretty little star…”

You shivered under his words, feeling how his lips moved to kiss along your thighs, and just about everywhere that he could possibly reach, mumbling praises to you with each one. Finally, did he linger back upwards, closer and closer to where you felt your arousal drips for him.

He placed a hand on your thigh, giving you a squeeze. “Give me some room here, allow me to please you better than my fingers ever could…”

You complied, allowing for him to get right in between your legs as you parted them. He looked like he belonged there, guiding your leg to go over his shoulder as he held onto the other nice and tight to keep you stabilized. He’d never let you fall, and you felt so trapped but in a way you'd never desire to escape.

It was terribly hot seeing him this way, tucked between your thighs as you hovered over his mouth, ready to be tasted and pleasured.

His lips were raised just above your clit, hovering over them as you felt his hot breath against your skin. For a moment, you were quite sure that you forgot how to breathe. You felt like you were dying, needing him to devour you, to feel his tongue dive in and take what was his.

“Tell me how beautiful you are, darling; say it .” 

His words caught you off guard, for truly you did not see yourself the way he did. “But I’m n-”

Before you could even dare finish such a response, he took your clit into the warmth of his mouth and harshly sucked upon it, causing you to cry out. He would make you say it, make you believe it. “-I’m beautiful, i’m beautiful!”

He was satisfied, now gentle as he swirled his tongue around your clit, carefully letting it slip past his lips as he then placed a kiss on it instead. “That's a good girl , my dear, my good and beautiful girl …”

He thus dove his tongue into your folds, already so slick and smooth from how aroused you were. His tongue felt like velvet as he traced along your pussy, and you had never felt something so good…never had you been touched like this before.

The sensations ran through you like a wildfire, casting sparks of pleasure through your very veins, the bundle of nerves overwhelmed from how his tongue caressed you so. Every flick of his tongue was slow and decided, almost teasing as he took his time getting a taste of you, allowing for your pleasure to build and build until your beautiful cries hit his ears and he could feel the gentle tugging of his hair that was far from being neat now. 

He wanted to care for you, showing you such love with his mouth as he listened to what fell from your lips. He wanted you to feel good, to worship you in every possible way. Your body deserves to feel every stretch of goodness he could provide for it, to stimulate you until you felt more loved by him than ever before. 

He never meant to be a tease as his tongue dragged through your slit with such gentle and slow precision, circling your clit with the lightest of pressure as you trembled and lightly gasped for him. It was only meant to prolong your satisfaction, to show you the love you deserved, love that only he could ever give you- he had your heart in his hands just as you did his.

He took pride in that fact, pride in the fact that no one had shown you something so intimate as this…no one had their eyes trace your bare figure as they peppered sweet kisses along your flesh, no one ever had their lips between your thighs and eating you out in order to make you feel like the world belonged to you, and no one would ever do what he was about to do after he makes you cum with only that of his sweet mouth.

“More, more…” You whined, unsure of how to ask that of him as you were overwhelmed.

He stopped for only a moment, speaking so softly against you as the vibrations reached your nerves. “Darling, tell me how much you deserve it; deserve my undying affections. You know such love is yours, tell me, and I shall give you all I have and more…”

You blushed as he made you praise yourself , something you would have never done otherwise. “I- i deserve it, i deserve your love… please , give it to me.”

He loved to hear it, to hear all your insecurities crumble as he made sure you knew just how much you deserved. You dare need not ask or plead, for you deserved it, and it was important you knew. You were his darling empress, worthy of all love and affection. He loved to hear you say it, to love yourself just as he loved you.

Although, it certainly made his cock throb when you pleaded for him anyway…He must admit.

He delved back in like a man desperate for a feast, dying of hunger and ravenous. You cried out as he violently caressed you with his tongue, every move still perfectly rhythmic and decided, yet crazed for all you had to offer. He gripped your thighs so tight, tight enough to leave bruises that claimed your flesh as he ate you out like a starved man. 

You could hear the beautiful sounds of his tongue lapping against you, the suction of his lips as he wrapped them around your clit and sucked hard like he couldn’t get enough of your taste. 

He certainly knew how to eat pussy, for he seemed nothing more than blatantly pussy drunk as you gripped his hair for stability and in turn received the vibrations of his moans from below. You were moaning endlessly, whimpering when the sensitivity of your clit grew.

Your legs began to quiver around you as his grip intensified, holding you steady against him. Your head was thrown back and you couldn’t help but squirm as you felt the building of this raging fire in your core, feeling yourself get closer with each lick he gifted you.

“I- i’m close- love…i deserve to cum- oh fuckkk ..please, please, please make me cum!” You cried out through moans of pleasure, giving him exactly what you knew he wanted to hear from you.

He struck the final blow, capturing your body in a fit of bliss as you moaned against the wave that made you feel so light and loved all at once. As you calmed from the relentless waves sent through you, your moans turned to gentle sighs as he cleaned up your beautiful little mess.

He so dearly could do this all night, could be perfectly content laying between your thighs until you had no choice but to fall asleep in bliss, but he couldn’t keep you waiting for more…

He could not help but tell you how good you did, how wonderful you tasted for him.

You could barely stand as he pulled back, pressing kisses to your legs as he drew himself up and towards you again, finally meeting your eye as you stumbled forth into his chest.

“I love you…I’ve never- never…” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you were still catching your breath, considering he made you feel as if your brain had imploded upon your orgasm that felt rather intense. You had never felt so good.

“I know, darling, I know…” He cradled your head as you hid your face in the crook of your neck. He felt how your knees trembled, but he wanted you to do more for him. “Look at me, can you do that? Allow for my eyes to be blessed by your beauty.”

You found yourself blushing again for that seemed to most certainly be what you were best at, reluctantly pulling back as you thought you likely looked like a mess. You did, yes, but that was no means a bad thing- he thought you to be glowing .

He smiled, bringing his hand to your cheek as he caressed the flesh beneath his fingertips. “You did so good…and you sounded so pretty making those noises- did you hear yourself, my dear, did you hear the music that fell from those pretty lips?”

You nodded, biting your lip to suppress a flustered smile. “I did…”

“ And? ” He asked, leaning in to kiss along your cheek, and down to your neck as your fingers almost immediately went to run through his hair. He just loved to kiss your neck, knowing your sweet spots and how nice you thought it to feel.

“I liked them…I sounded pretty- I didn't know I could be so loud.” You couldn’t believe he had made you say such a thing, or how much it turned you on.

He chuckled against your flesh in adoration before pulling back to face you, instead drawing his hands towards your own, guiding them to the collar of his fitted robes. 

“Undress me, darling, undress the man who worships you with those soft and gentle hands of yours. Go ahead, touch me ." He thought it was a way to introduce you to the feeling of being in control, to let you know that you had all the power against him despite the fact that he was the one doing the worshiping.

You sucked in a harsh breath, beginning to do as told as you pulled at the fabric. “Are you sure?”

“Take what is yours. I am yours, and I will serve you as such.” He spoke so sincerely, gazing so deep into your eyes that you almost forgot how to breathe once again.

His words were making you feel so hot and bothered, continuously flustered by how he spoke to you. He made you feel in charge, and deserving- a power he never gave to just anyone else.

You were rather slow, due to being so nervous as you removed the clothes from his body, revealing the toned chest and those auburn hairs that you were already quite familiar with. He only stopped you when you got to his pants, telling you he would do that part himself, placing a gentle kiss to the back of your hands before doing so, and too telling you that you did a wonderful job.

Finally, did you both share that same chill running through your flesh as your bodies were exposed to the cold air, the fabrics of each of your attires strewn about on the floor's surface. 

And he certainly impressed you with his size, being perfectly long and thick and taking you by surprise. You weren’t sure if it would even fit, as embarrassing as that thought was…

He was so hard, the veins throbbing as your eyes couldn’t peel away from it. Your mouth watered at the sight, anxious yet needed it so bad.

It was like he could sense what you were thinking as he reassured you, guiding your hand towards it in order to get a nice feel. He was guiding your hand with his own, placing it on the base of his cock. “It’ll fit, darling, don't worry about that…you’ll take me so well, i know you will. Stroke it if you’d like, it won’t hurt you.”

A shaky and uneven breath escaped you as you did as suggested, feeling his hard cock slide through your hands as he sighed for you. Your touch was just lovely.

With one last stroke, did you remove your hand from him, gliding up his stomach to his chest, and stopping when you got to his jaw; feeling his beard under your touch. “I need you. Now .” 

He smiled at you, nodding as he guided you towards the edge of the bed. Your heart thumped and raced as he sat down first, spreading his legs apart as he patted his thigh, signaling for you to come and take your throne .

You were confused, expecting for him to lay you on your back. “Take a seat, come take what you deserve from me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stood before him, hands placed upon his shoulders as you prepared yourself to take him like this. His cock was menacing in your eyes, so big…but you were ready, you wanted this so badly as well.

He wanted you to worship yourself as much as he did you, worshiping yourself on his cock as he held you nice and close, in a position so perfect to view and touch you.

He held your hips, assuring you that he was here to help and guide you as your knees dug into the mattress on either side of him. You lowered yourself until you could feel the tip tease your entrance.

“You can take me, darling, you deserve to take my cock into that pretty pussy…you’ll look so divine , stretching you out as you feel such pleasure.” His words made you feel far more wet than you already were.

You felt the tip slip in with such ease, your pussy craving to swallow the rest as the head was pulled in. You whimpered, halting as you took a deep breath.

“That's it, beautiful, keep going just like that.” His praises fall perfectly upon your ears like so, encouraging you every step of the way.

You nodded, lowering yourself further onto him as his cock stretched you out, you only taking more and more of him as the sting so quickly turned into pleasure. He felt so good, stretching out your hole and filling you for the first time.

Your pressed your forehead against his own, “You feel so good…i can’t-”

“Ah, ah…” He interrupted, making sure you looked him straight in the eye. “Don’t deny yourself of what you deserve, of what you can accomplish- show me how much you love yourself, so much so that you desire to make yourself cum with my cock…you know it darling, so prove it. Let me make you feel so good as you sing for the galaxy, to make your body feel true pleasure and love. Will you let me?”

His words made you so wet as you could feel how you dripped on his cock, allowing him to sink further inside you as cute little whimpers slipped through your lips and you nodded in return to his question. You couldn’t help but mutter how good he felt inside you like this, all until he was as deep as could go, filling your pussy to the brim as you found yourself sitting in his lap completely now. You could almost gasp aloud, surprising yourself with how you were able to take him when he’s so big.

“Just look at all you’ve taken, I knew you could do it…” He sighed as if the pleasure was so heavenly, how you felt around his cock, so warm and wet for him.

His hands gently traced your hips, slowly removing themselves as he glided upwards upon your flesh, feeling up every little part of you in such raw appreciation. He caressed your body with such gentle touch, the affection pulsating through his fingertips as his nails thus scraped along the contours of your body.

You could feel how he throbbed as he touched and admired you, all whilst you too could feel how he stretched your walls, how his veins pulsate inside of you and how you could feel every inch of his hard cock buried so deep inside your pussy.

You couldn’t help but grind against him as he touched you, whining for what you crave as he gave your breasts a perfect squeeze, causing you to gasp.

“I know, darling, you need to bounce on my cock- you will, you can take it all; just breathe for a moment, enjoy every little sensation sent through your body…do you like how i touch you like this, how wet it makes you while you warm my cock?” 

“I- i do…maker i feel so good… aah -” You moaned upon how he dove down to bring your nipples into the warmth of his mouth, causing you to arch your back and lean back as you squirmed on his cock in the process.

He moaned back into you as he swirled his tongue along your nipple, sucking so gently in the process before moving to the other. It was like sweet lava caressing your hard nipples, allowing for the mounds to feel so cared for.

He mumbled a little something into your flesh before dragging his tongue along it, “You feel cold, darling…but my mouth is perfectly warm.”

“ Ooh …” A soft moan erupted from you, both your hands moving to cradle his head, keeping him flush against your breasts.

You could feel the sheer love and devotion radiate from him in his every touch, every little drop of pleasure that he gifted you. It never ended, and you never wanted it to. 

Finally, did he pull back, your hands still following the back of his head as one glided to his cheek as he made sure to pull you closer to him in return. You were back and settled into your past positions, him gripping your waist as he looked at you like you held all the stars in your eyes.

“Take what you wish, darling, take what is your right as my empress . Worship yourself with my body.”

You took a deep and uneven breath, raising yourself off his cock only a little, just to bring yourself back down again. It was slow, awkward even at first as you whimpered at the feelings it elicited. You were adjusting to his size, taking it slow as he did nothing but continue to encourage you.

And he thought you to be so perfect anyways, so gorgeous like this…watching as your breasts bounces as you got the hang of this act.

You did it again, far more graceful than the last as you rocked against him in the process, taking his cock into you with a perfect bounce as you listened to how he moaned lightly in return. You loved the feeling of how his cock impaled you like this, dragging along your walls and making each of you be given such pleasure. Your knees may hurt, but you didn’t care, didn’t care how your legs would surely cramp after taking him like this.

“So perfect for me…my little angel.” You felt so good, so tight around his cock.

His praises felt like a blessing to the mind, and you became so hungry for more, craving him as you went harder. He slipped in and out with such ease as you bounced on his throbbing cock, each one more forceful than the last as he cursed in your ear, praising you all whilst you made pretty noises for him in return, especially when he told you how gorgeous you looked.

You wanted more, you deserved more- you wished to draw every last drop of pleasure.

It was perfectly euphoric, practically jumping on his cock as you took it all, pulling out completely as you sunk right back in, feeling the head of his cock push against that perfect sweet spot that had you becoming undone. The pace was fastening with each inch you took towards the race for pleasure, and with every noise he made, all those grunts and soft moans he kept back and tucked into his throat.

His head was ramming into you as you took him, turning into a mess that could barely speak. He couldn’t help but gaze down, seeing how you swallowed him whole and bounced your pussy so perfectly, taking him so good.

“Fuck , darling- trying to tire us out…are we?” He breathed out, doing all in his power to hold back from his own release as he focused on you. The pressure within him was immense, but he ignored it.

Your knees were beginning to give out, legs trembling as you attempted to continue and take more from him as you desired to milk his cock. He saw how you cried out as his sensitive head rocked against you, losing your balance. 

“M-more…i want- i don’t want to sto-ahh!” You whined as he gripped your hips nice and tight, helping you out by forcing your movements for you.

He brought you back down on his cock just how you liked it, assisting in thrusting up into your pussy as you couldn’t help but moan his name. “What-whatever you want, you get…fuck you all night if you say the word- darling …sound so pretty …”

“Ben- ‘m gonna cum…” You felt like you were losing your voice as the cries drowned out the smacking of flesh below, hanging on by a thread as you felt your high get close,

You practically screamed as he rammed up into you, fucking you so forcefully as you gripped his shoulders, clawing at his flesh as your nails dug into him. It didn’t take much to allow for your orgasm to take over, intensified as he kept digging his hips up into you, rushing through your core like a tornado that swept up your body in a fit of pleasure that you would never wish to escape.

You could feel as you gushed around his cock, his thrusts getting slower as you calmed. 

Despite the absolute flurry that your mind was sent into, you couldn’t help but form a pout as you slap at his chest so tiredly. “You didn’t- you didn’t cum…”

He seemed rather amused that this was the only thought on your mind. “Don’t worry about that, darling, I will …”

He certainly was not done, simply admiring your beauty for the moment as your eyelids feel so heavy and adorable. “Did I make you feel good? Do you desire more? ”

You shook your head, feeling entirely insatiable for him. “Yes, and yes…I want more -I need it so bad!”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he then caught you by surprise, so suddenly flipping you two over, allowing for you to fall onto your back as he hovered over you, still buried nice and deep inside your cunt as your legs were wrapped around him.

“So pretty …” He murmured as he began to rock his hips into you, feeling how his cock so slowly is drawn out of you just to slide back in so slowly as you squirm. You poor thing…you're not even taking more than half. “-Can’t just watch you cum only once, you deserve so much more, my darling girl.”

He’s still so hard, wanting to show you his devotion by rocking your body with immense pleasure, to cum inside you and fill you with his seed as a love letter from his cock.

You felt so sensitive, yet despite this; you wanted him to fuck you again, to fill you with his love as he made you feel so special. 

“W-worship me, my love…i feel so pretty stuffed with your cock.” And it was true, you did. You felt all that was good in this world, held so close in your heart all because of him.

“Thats right, dearest…you’re so pretty, im so glad you see yourself as i do- tell me; would you let me fuck you like this everywhere? Worshiping you in my throne, or surrounded by my men? Would you let me show everyone you are the most loved in the galaxy?”

He truly did want the world to know, to show them how someone as special and extraordinary as you deserves to be fucked and taken care of; the love a woman like you deserves…he wants nothing more than to prove how he worships you better than anyone ever could.

The images of such acts fell into your mind, enjoying how that would look, desiring it. “Yes! I want you wherever we go- Want everyone to know I’m loved…”

His smile is so charming as he looks upon you, feeling as his eyes dance across your figure, taking it all in. He can't help but allow for his tone to go soft, almost as if he is speaking to himself. “I knew our love would taste so sweet, my darling…I'm so glad you’re ready for this.”

You begin to attempt to move your hips against his own, to grind into him for more as he keeps teasing you, only giving you so much of him to feel inside you- it's still so slow, dragging himself out only to put so much back in. 

You couldn’t wait, you were fucking insatiable at this point, having gotten a taste of what he can give you. “Give yourself to me, please , Ben-” 

He suddenly comes to a halt after thrusting so deep inside you as you yelp in response, and he keeps himself there as he holds you down. “ Don’t ask, darling. Demand it . Demand what you deserve, my beautiful empress. Tell me how you deserve to be fucked by the one you love. Say it . Worship yourself as much as i.”

He wants to give it all to you, but you must worship yourself as much as he does- to see yourself as deserving and you’re so close to getting there. You don't ask when you’re of such beauty and importance, y ou demand it .

He wants to see that fire in your eyes, the fire of the one who rules by his side. This night, this act so intimate, truly feels as if such a fact is sinking in. Not to say your body acts as a contract, not at all, for rather it is a temple of worship for him to devote himself to. 

He feels so close to you, connected as if you are one. 

You need him desperately as you feel him inside you, impaled by his big cock as tears sting your eyes from the emotions you feel. “I said fuck me! I deserve this and you fucking know it- I want to be worshiped by your hand…all of you. Show me, Ben, love me. I need you so bad. ”

“My dear, i will fuck you so hard that you’ll forever forget that you ever thought yourself so unworthy…” He reaches just enough to caress your cheek with his knuckles as you're whimpering beneath him. “ I love you .”

You feel as he pulls out, only to snap his hips into your own with violent force. You cry as you feel how his cock drags along your walls, closing in on him as he fucks you nice and hard. His starting pace was fast yet controlled just as it was when he dove between your legs, pounding you hard and deep as you gripped the sheets beneath your fingers.

He's ramming into you as your eyes roll to the back of your head, overwhelmed by the pleasure of his worship. Every thrust feels like a vow to show you such care, caressing you as you feel every inch of his cock, how it pulsates, how his throbbing veins drag along your tight walls. 

He’s jackhammering his cock into your cunt, and he’s fucking you so hard that every thrust is pushing your entire body further into the bed. Through what is left of your mind, your perfect clarity as he fucks it out of you, do you wonder how the hell you’re ever going to walk for the next week.

You feel his hands find their home on your breasts, gripping them nice and tight as a way to keep each of you steady. You let out a ragged moan, for it feels as if that's all you're capable of. 

“B-Ben…Ooh…” You moan, a perfect harmony dancing across your lips as he admires you in all your perfection.

He is truly worshiping you with his cock, fucking into you as his head reaches every little inch inside of you. To be so cared for like this, is to be truly loved. 

Sex is seen as so scandalous to many, something to hide, perhaps considered even unruly by some. Yet, what you cannot understand is why this feels so opposite. What is so wrong about the worship of one's body and soul, their fluttering heart that fills itself with butterflies and sweetened affections? What is so wrong with treating one's body as an altar to devote themselves too?

You are caressed by so many of his markings, those beautiful little bruises and what is left of his DNA from his wet kisses, and you were quite sure you’d never been so happy.

“Bless my ears as you moan for me, darling…let me hear it- let me hear how good i make you feel, how i send shivers through your body that will forever have me devout. I am yours, forever .”

You could feel how your body begged for a most beautiful release, one that would have you so fulfilled and loved. And of course you moan just as he wishes to hear, such beautiful music…

“C-cum with me…my love- does your devotion…does it make you feel as good as i feel?” You moan, looking up at him as you practically plead with your gaze for him to cum with you.

He smiles, tiredly as you watch his eyes flutter through the pleasure you give him in return. Your warmth is mesmerizing, and your massages against his cock are like a gift in return for his own offerings. 

He cannot help but nod, feeling that pleasure within him that begs to be given to you, how he wishes to explode inside of you as he gives you one final gift that only he can possibly give, and what others can only ever dream of if they dare. 

He peers down to where you meet, admiring how he pounds into you, how his cock slides through your juices and back into your sweet pussy as he moans as one with you. “Look- look where we become one, darling, watch how i fuck you…and watch as we reach our peak together.”

You hold yourself up enough to look as the sight is close enough to send you further off the edge of bliss, watching as you gush around his cock, how he pounds you so fucking good that you could scream.

“I-’m….” You can’t complete the sentence as your back arches, and your lips quiver. “-Yes, yes!” 

His legs begin to shake in return, as he asks you to come with him one final time. Finally, do the sparks of euphoria collide to create fireworks that run through each of you, though to your very core. Your moans become a symphony, a choir of ecstasy as he attempts to tell you how pretty you look taking him, cumming for him as you cry out in perfect moans that are so loud the whole fucking ship could probably hear how good he fucks you.

His cum coats your walls, shooting into your pussy as he can’t help but continue to fuck you, despite how sensitive he feels doing so. 

As the high calms, does he collapse over top of you, smiling into the space between your breasts as your fingertips reach to comb through his hair as you always so love to do.

“I feel so complete, my love…” Your voice is above a whisper as you too smile just as he does, catching your breath as the exhaustion hits you.

He shakes his head, pulling up just enough to look at you whilst your hands slide to cup his face. “You were already complete, my darling…I only showed my devotion for you.”

He could sense you felt overwhelmed, that your emotions swarmed you, but the most positive he was sure. The happiness, the love, everything good you could possibly feel was hitting you so hard. 

“You, my dearest lord Kenobi, have my heart.” Was all you could say to express it, “Surely, you will allow me to show you what you made me feel tonight. I demand it.”

He chuckled, enjoying your choice of words. “Oh, I certainly could not stop you from pursuing such endeavors…”

“Cuddle me, please?” You gave him the cutest little expression, a slight pout with it that he could not resist.

“ Always , but aftercare comes first, my darling empress. Let's clean you up, and get you into something comfortable.” 

You shook your head, quite comfortable with the idea of being your bare selves, wishing to simply exist in a way you were too afraid to before. “That's alright, for as you said; I look far better with nothing at all.”

He felt his heart burn for such words, for how you felt such comfort with him now. Of course, he was rather quick to agree, but begged for you to carry a blanket at the very least, afraid of you perhaps getting a chill.

He felt satisfied with his worship of your beautiful self, and you feel just the same.

There was so much to look forward to together, so many touches and kind words to be exchanged. For that, you could not wait.