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Shelter, Purpose, Redemption (Midnight)

Violet had reasonably never been good at controlling his passions - even the ones he had not specifically been trained to cultivate. He was letting instinct guide his actions, now focused on bringing his rescuer as much pleasure as he could. Her continued reassurance helped, even as fast as this had progressed she was willing and eager, and it would have been a disservice of him to not reward her to the best of his ability. Hearing her murmur, Violet again lifted his eyes to her his lips quietly pulled into a toothy smirk, showing off the ever-so-slightly pronounced canines, glinting in the light of her apartment. His right hand moved off her side, slipping down to her hip, fingers digging into her soft skin to get a better handle on her while his hips cocked for another strike.

For as long as he could, he kept up an even, strong pace, spacing his legs for a more secure stance while he drove into her again and again. Every thrust was an insistent pressure, rippling through both of their forms, the two bodies meeting to ensure that each and every time he managed to hilt himself inside of her, his manhood throbbing powerfully after each strong thrust. Inside of her, his body was working to ease those forceful penetrations, steady pumps of lubricant pumped out of him, mixing with her own nectar and quietly dripping to the table and floor beneath them with every strike. It felt simply wonderful, and that pleasure only drove the young man to keep going.

Unfortunately, soon the reality of Violet's situation descended upon him. Despite what discipline he had, his body had far more pull over his actions than his mind, and the very brief burst of carnal energy he had mustered at the beginning of this encounter faded. With that rush of hormones fading, Vee's body "remembered" the lack of nutrients and rest that it had gotten and in a crashing cascade the strength he had mustered left him. For the briefest moments he tensed, and one of the strikes of his hips was substantially weaker than the ones that proceeded it. The pleasant view of Arani before him distorted quite severely in his vision. By this point, Violet was aware of the signs his body was giving him and acted before he overexerted himself TOO much. His final thrust was more of a push than a thrust, directed but not terribly forceful as he nearly fell forward. Quickly the hand that he had placed on her hip shifted forward as darkness began to fill his vision and moments after those vibrant eyes of his dulled he collapsed forward bodily. He did not fall on top of her, luckily, catching himself moments before his head would have fallen into the soft cushions of her breasts, a deep breath rattling through him while his vision cleared.

Inside her, he was still throbbing, and from how fast his heart was beating, no doubt he was already near climax himself. When Vee's vision cleared, he found that his head had dropped and he had been staring for that full moment blankly into the creamy skin of Arani's chest. He tilted his chin back up, sheepishly returning his eyes to hers. "Sorry about that..." He murmured. "Guess I haven't quite got my strength back." Well, that was embarrassing. Vee took a moment to correct himself, still hilted in Arani while he waited for the strength to return to his limbs, pulling his hand back to pull a handful of black strands away from his face, giving Arana a sheepish look in turn. The thought of drawing upon the force dawned on him, but he decided against it, no matter his passion, it was not worth risking exposing himself and endangering this girl. Master was still out there, somewhere on this planet. His heartrate slowed over a minute of stillness and he tried his best to center himself, focused on recovering long enough to try at a second wind.
 
Arani was a decent liar, but if pressed, she'd have not had an easy time trying to deny that his toothy smirk as he drove himself deep into her again and again was doing things for her. Nor were Violet's efforts unrewarded, even beyond the pleasure written plainly upon her face, the soft cries and moans that slipped from between her lips to punctuate each thrust. Her top had never done a very good job of hiding her away, but it very clearly hadn't been designed to stand up a ravishing of the like he was providing, and the strap continued its slow descent down her shoulder until finally, a particularly solid thrust saw her spill free of it. Devoid of support, there was little to stop the jedi's perky chest from bouncing in time with his thrusts, helping to add another dimension to the view that he had from his position.

The noise of their hips meeting again and again made her glad her walls weren't too thin, as Arani felt confident in that moment that anyone remotely in earshot would be able to harbor no doubts as to what was going on in her apartment. Her attitude already left little room for doubt, but if the young man needed any further encouragement, the fact that she was practically dripping with arousal beneath him likely proved sufficient. Despite the somewhat snug fit, it helped to ensure a very smooth, steady pace, his manhood's throbs matched with shudders and quivers from her beneath him.

Violet wasn't the only one aware of his body reaching its limit. Beneath him, Arani tilted her head, a sudden concern helping to knife through the haze of pleasure that had been so comfortably draped over her since he'd first pushed inside. Though he did manage to catch himself as he fell forward before he had to rely upon the pillowy embrace of her chest, she nonetheless reached out, cupping his chin in her hand. She turned his head this way and that, gazing into his eyes and wishing in the moment she was more medically inclined. Some possessed an innate talent for using the force in such a way, reading the weaknesses of the body and addressing them in turn. She could only claim basic first aid, but it didn't take much to figure out what the problem was. "Easy, Violet~" She murmured, the edge of lust in her voice replaced by a tone of concern. That wasn't to say her body had forgotten its lusts, but she could see past them, for the moment. "Shouldn't have pushed you into this..." Of course, he hadn't needed much in the way of convincing, and the fact that he was still achingly hard within her spoke of that.

Sitting upright, she placed both hands on his chest, growing distracted only shortly by feeling out the shape of his body before guiding him gently, but insistently, backwards. Arani bit her lip as she guided him out of her, missing the warmth and the pure fullness he provided already. Nonetheless, she didn't relent until she'd pushed him back into a chair, guided him into a sitting position, and slipped herself into his lap (facing him) to make the change in position a little more palatable. She had been tempted, to be sure, to use the force to help reposition him, but she could think of a number of reasons that was a bad idea at the moment, and it was far more personal to do it herself. She didn't yet guide him back into her, instead content to sloooowly grind against him, unable to resist the urge to glance down and stare at his length for a long moment, in all of its glory. "Can't believe I took that whole thing..." She muttered. Probably she was just teasing him, but she did sound remarkably genuine...

Finally, she tore her gaze away to meet his once more. "Sure you're up for this?" She didn't want to blue-ball the poor guy, but she could think of plenty of ways to finish up that were less strenuous. Less fun for her, but....well, he'd given her all sorts of material to work with, if it came down to her handling her own pleasure.
 
Violet was both simultaneously glad that Arani had reacted so well and furious at himself for being so weak. It was something he made a mental note to make up to her after she began to guide her out of him. For the brieftest moments he thought it was over, but it seemed he was more fortunate than that. She pressed him intently, moving him to stand and then pressing him back into one of her chairs. It did feel wonderful to take his own weight off his legs, and even more wonderful to have her move to straddle him in their position. "Right?" He chuckled. She was teasing him, but with his member free between them, it was obvious that her taking the whole thing was more impressive. Not that it had not been a tight fit. He briefly closed his eyes to refocus himself, opening them to take in the vision of this lovely thing resting in his lap. "Don't worry about it" he said, "I am stronger than this, I can take it" Perhaps he wasn't, but he would try.

Violet smiled and directed his eyes down, his hand briefly leaving the curve of Arani's hips to venture down to where his arousal now rested. They could both see it now, though Arani's own view might have been obscured to the slightest having to look down. He was still dripping, in both of their fluids and the air of her apartment was so cold compared to inside her. He dragged his fingers over her skin, then over his. His finger traced over the slick nectar that had covered him and with a single touch pressed the entirety of his cock up against the area between her legs. Skin kissed skin and his swollen arousal pressed against her hips. Violet leaned back in his chair, despite the darkening of the skin under his eyes his coy smile was obvious. The contrast was clear, and the way he had pressed himself up against her made it painfully clear to both of them how much of him she had taken. "A beautiful fit, if I do say." He said, the satisfaction on his face evident. A potent throb ran up his arousal at that time, a single glob of shimmery liquid emerging from the tip, yearning to return.

"I think this will work" Violet said, nodding. As long as he did not have to move too much at least, there was less of a chance of passing out. She was being far more merciful than he would have ever expected, sacrificing some of her own pleasure for her health. He was still having a somewhat difficult time wrapping his head around it. On Korriban such a moment of weakness would have been severely punished, even in such a... recreational setting. The Sith in him was loath to accept such mercy anyway. "Go ahead. I made an offer, I am sure you don't want to stop. I don't." Based on how she was squeezing him. He moved his hand, letting go of his arousal and moving them back to her own hips. "It will be a little less satisfying, I am sure, but I promise I can make it up to you when I am back on my feet". His fingers sunk into the soft flesh of her hips and he pushed up, guiding her to lift those hips of hers so he could aim the tip of his cock to help her drive it back home.

Perhaps he was a little woozy, but accepting such compassion did not come naturally to him. Even if he woke up later with her still riding him.. well it was what he deserved for nearly passing out. He waited patiently for the sensation to hit him, focusing on the passion he felt to keep him strong. He took in a deep breath and lifted his eyes again, making direct contact with Arani's to give her permission to resume. He could tell that she was missing the sensation as much as he was , and he would be a poor sith if he did not encourage her lust.
 
Though Arani couldn't entirely avoid the frustration of being denied a conclusion (or, more accurately, such a conclusion being delayed), her compassion easily overrode it. That, as much as anything else, indicated her Jedi nature about as well as her fondness for blasters and underhanded tactics betrayed it. She suspected that his pride might sting at being unable to finish as he was, and the last thing she wanted was to have him beating himself up over it. Straddling him seemed to have the intended effect, which was to say, to give him something much more pleasant to focus on than any ill-founded feelings of inadequacy. Alright, so she also just was still worked up and wanted to grind on him. It could accomplish both things at once! "Once you recover, I'd be interesting in seeing just how strong you are~" Violet didn't yet have the pleasure of experiencing it, but carefully avoiding stepping on his ego was the least of what her silver tongue could do. Perhaps he'd get to experience more down the line. "So don't keep a girl waiting by getting over-eager now."

Perhaps the cold had been another good reason she'd practically jumped on his lap once he'd settled down. She couldn't deny that she missed the heat inside of her, though feeling it radiate warmth was an acceptable substitute, for the time being. With her now facing him, he needed to look no further than her chest to see ample evidence that she felt the cold as acutely as he did, and that alone was another excellent reason that they not waste time. Taking the time to demonstrate how much of him she had taken was an acceptable enough cause for delay, however. Drawing attention to the fact did not do anything to diminish her blushing embarrassment, but it couldn't take the wind out of her metaphorical sails either. A beautiful fit? She could do him one better. "A snug fit. I wasn't sure I'd be able to take it all~" At that point, probably just stroking his ego, but he had firsthand proof that it had been a pleasantly tight fit, Of course, if she had to wait much longer for relief, his ego wasn't the last thing she was going to be stroking.

"Don't presume to tell me my satisfaction, handsome." Attractive as he was, the thing she didn't want spoiling this moment was him being down on himself, and if that meant she had to lift him up herself, so be it. "What's less satisfying is a toy. Or fingers." With looks like hers, it was never difficult to find a willing partner, but particularly as a Jedi, doing such a thing with any amount of frequency brought with it a host of difficulties. Speaking of lift, she obligingly lifted her hips as he guided her, hovering over the tip of his weapon, poised to drop, but drawing out the moment even though her body screamed at her to let gravity impale her on him. All the while, save a brief glance down to ensure that she was lined up, she kept her eyes on him.

"There's nothing unsatisfying...." Finally, she dropped, steadying herself on him but forsaking a slow, teasing descent to take all of him, in to the hilt, thanks in no small part to gravity's influence. "About getting to bounce..." To emphasize the point, she began doing exactly that, bringing all of the energy he currently had been drained of to the table (or the chair). Each bounce was accompanied by a small, cute noise of pleasure, and Violet's position ensured he would find it impossble to ignore how her bust jiggled and bounced in time with her motions. "on a big..." The nectar he'd found himself coated in, as well as his own arousal, ensured that the motions were as smooth as they were unsubtle, filling the apartment with the sound of the hips meeting. "t-thick..." The Jedi's composure cracked slightly as she drove herself towards climax, cheeks still pink and breath coming in shorter gasps. "cock~!" Thank the Force her master couldn't hear her now. If Violet was still hanging in there, he'd have no illusions about how close she was. All she needed now was one good push.
 
Arani's playmate released a sharp hiss of pleasure as she descended onto him again, his chest rising as he was again wrapped in slippery heat. His back arched as much as it could, showing his partner just how much he enjoyed being buried in her, his head tilting to one side, freeing some of his hair to tumble down over his shoulder while he regained his senses. He was hanging on, and remained doing so, even as she began her bouncing pace on him. This was easier on him at least, the level of energy that she brought much more sustainable than his attempts to go all-out on him earlier, and no less pleasurable at all. She had full control for the moment, and he let her have that, but did not just sit there and take it either. She seemed to be enjoying herself at least, and as she went, her composure faded and egged him into taking more and more action himself.

From his position underneath her, it was indeed impossible not to take in the lovely roll and jiggle of her own luscious endowment while she enjoyed his own~ In fact, it took him almost all of his willpower to resist the opportunity to let his hands leave her hips to reach up and take a handful of each, he was sure she would let him, but at the same time,now did not seem to be the best time for that. She did have such a marvelously lewd body, and every bounce he made sure to enjoy it as much as he could.

He was already starting to love drawing those noises out of hers, those cute noises of pleasure, his hands initially remained at her hips, helping her pull herself down onto his own hips to make sure he impaled her to the fullest with each roll that she gave. One of those hands however began to move, shifting over her supple skin to feel over her belly, fingers denting into her skin to feel the disruption, the bulge of his intrusion into her body. His eyes shifted up to hers while she spoke, and with each word that toothy grin of his grew and grew and grew. Oh he loved seeing this side of her~ It made his ego flare to have someone so focused on him, to be enjoying him so thoroughly gave him such a sense of fulfillment. Maybe it was because he had been trained to bring satisfaction to others, maybe he just enjoyed seeing this unabashed display of passion. This eagerness. She was getting closer, he could tell, and he was not far behind her at all.

For how though, at least, he had a simple task ahead of him. To finish her off. While he could have drawn things out, reveled in her sinful body for just a bit longer, there would be more time for that later. He shifted his hands back to her hips and focused his eyes - he was close too, so his priority was to drive her over before she did him, or at least reach that crashing climax together. She could probably tell too, the way he throbbed within her, the increase in his addition to the mix of their nectar which freely spilled out onto his hips, slickening each thrust. "I am..." He began, shifting hands to hers while he lifted his eyes met hers. "So pleased..." His hands grasped her own wrists, bringing her hands to his shoulders before returning his own to her hips. "...To Be of Serv...ice..." He continued, gathering the reserves of his strength for a final explosive finish.

He took control, lifting her hips off of his lap with strength that could only be called forth by the Force, pulling his cock from her core while angling his hips in such a way that he could manage his deepest penetration before he brought her down hard enough to make that ample chest bounce, letting her feel that cock of his hit every sensitive spot inside of her before pressing hard into the deepest part of her womanhood. His eyes squeezed shut and he gritted his teeth, trying to control the raging pulse in his neck at least long enough to do his best work. He was not done yet either, two more of these blows followed before on the last he simply pulled the two of their hips flush with eathother. At this rate, her orgasm was going to bring his forward, and she might even be able to see that insufferable 'I made you cum' smile. Far too lost in pleasure himself.
 
Since Violet seemed capable of resisting the temptation to take two good handfuls of her chest, Arani opted to take matters into her own hands. Reaching up, she cupped her own breasts, pushing them together in front of him, content knowing that he couldn't avoid the view even if he wanted to (and not a chance in hell that he wanted to). The fact that the rough handling of her own breasts added to her pleasure as she rode him was a welcome bonus, but mostly the show was for his benefit, allowing him to enjoy the sight of her ample breasts squished together (and made all the more prominent in doing so). Arching her back pushed them out slightly, as well, ensuring he'd not be deprived a view (as long as he stayed conscious). She knew full well she had great tits, and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to flaunt them!

Before long, much as she enjoyed the teasing, she had to shift her grasp to help steady herself, the all-too-pleasurable feeling of his sizable endowment driving into her again and again robbing her of some of her strength. It was good she didn't have to go anywhere after this, she did not possess full confidence she'd be walking for at least a little while. Perhaps the skill with which she worked her hips atop him did nothing to dispel the notion that her body was built for sin, but then again, she didn't seem interested in dispeling that notion, only reinforcing it. Grateful as she was for his assistance in driving his length deep into her with each roll of her hips, she continued to ride him as hard as she dared, not content to let him take over the effort.

Part of the drive she felt no doubt revolved around trying to coax some noises out of him, though she didn't mind the sounds reverberating through the room, the terribly lewd noise of their hips meeting mixing with the cries and gasps torn from her throat. No one who overheard it could have mistaken it for anything but lust-filled intimacy, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Music to her ears, and no doubt about it. Though she felt no particular rush to wrap things up (if anything, she wanted to ride him all through the night), she knew that he wasn't likely up to that (at least, not yet), and that damned, sizable cock of his was driving her inexorably toward orgasm. She scarcely dreaded its coming, but she would be loathe to put an end to this ride.

She allowed her hands to be guided to his shoulders, grateful both for somewhere to brace herself and some solid leverage for aiding in her efforts, though shortly she found out that he had bigger plans. She might have suspected the force's presence in his sudden burst of strength, but it turned out to be very difficult to thoroughly think through the matter while she was having her brains plowed out, and as the anticipation of the next thrust sent a shiver dancing down her spine, she scarcely cared about the why or the how. Steadying herself, she held no doubt that she was ready for the next bounce of her hips atop him. As it turned out, she was wrong.

His angled hips enabled his length to strike deep within her, which, in and of itself, didn't stand out from the countless previous times she'd impaled herself upon his cock, ensuring that he ended up buried inside of her to the hilt. This thrust, however, struck a particularly sensitive spot within her, tearing his name from her throat in a noise that was half-gasp and half-moan, leaving her breathless. "Violet~!" Unrestrained by her own hands, her bust bounced temptingly before him, standing testament to the force of his thrust, the second blow proving more than she could take. Her sex, already a rather snug fit, now practically seemed to be begging for his seed, convulsing about him as she shuddered in his lap. By the final blow, she was already caught in the throes of climax, searching for (and unable to find) the words to beg him to fill her with his hot, sticky load. If the poor boy was bent up, his rescuer was about to resolve that particular issue.
 
Arani's lover was indeed strangely quiet throughout their lovemaking. His expressions of pleasure tended to be more physical than audible, the way his sex throbbed inside hers, the way his muscles tensed up in that slender abdomen of his, the dilation of his pupils. Save for that, he released few moans, only gasps and the occasional hiss of pleasure, noises that increased, but were still drowned out by the much more lewd sounds of their hips meeting. Perhaps this was for some reason? For a man who refused to leash his own emotions, such expressions of pleasure would be giving into something, showing a vulnerability, and his subconscious refused this. Despite this he did let her know he was enjoying himself, in his own way. She would certainly be able to learn those little tells in time, certainly, the vagrant that Arani had pulled off the streets was growing quite attached to his rescuer after all. Something was certainly bonding them together, perhaps if he had not just used the last of his power to thoroughly intensify their collective experience he might have even tried to follow that connection. For now though, things had reached a peak.

It was the sensation of her climaxing around him that drove him over. The way her sex convulsed and milked his caused that cascading pleasure to crash over like waves. His own orgasm started out simply and grew to a crescendo over time, so rapidly. His abdomen tightened and his body began to tremble, his eyes squeezing shut despite the tempting sight of her luscious breasts bouncing in full view of his face. He finally released a moan, a ragged one dredged from deep in his throat. He almost echoed her, but her name as it left his lips left as a more og a growl, a wordless admission of his pleasure as his body responded in kind. Her body was begging for his seed, and that begging would not go unrewarded.

She could probably *feel* his orgasm before it even arrived, from the trembling pulse that she could likely feel traveling through her clinging sex. A pulse, a throb. As tight as she was around him she could probably *feel* that bulge traveling up his erection as his balls tightened underneath them. She got to feel in that moment those lovely subdermal ridges of his, dragging against her inner walls as it happened. He gasped again and shuddered as that bulge finally released the tip of his manhood, and with a powerful, pulsing twitch inside her he released the first blast of seed directly up against the entrance to her womb. His cum was indeed hot and thick, so much so that it clung to the walls of her sex, refusing to even leak out of her until it began to overflow.

Before, Violet had determined that it was not time to paw at her, but now, as he was filling her starving sex was decidedly the time. Now that her arms were braced on his shoulders, she was open, entirely vulnerable to his finishing blow. His eyes snapped open and his left arm reached up and out, curling around her neck and shoulders to pull her close. His right leapt up to sink onto one of those pillowy breasts of hers, palm centered on her opposing nipple while he grabbed a full handful of that lovely, soft flesh. He groped and gripped, letting his fingers sink into the soft flesh of her breast while he pulled her closer and closer, his back arching as he unloaded into her.

Now that she was this close, nearly chest-to-chest. He leaned in~ She could be forgiven that he was going to kiss her, and perhaps he could, but by the time he released a second rope of hot cum into her, his lips parted to reveal those pearly whites, and he leaned in and pressed his teeth into her shoulder once again. A primal mating bite. He did not bite down hard enough to draw blood, of course, but he would certainly leave yet another mark on her, and through his mouth and tongue, she could feel the same heartbeat that she could feel pulsing inside her milking sex.

His heart was racing.
 
Though all evidence pointed to the contrary as their hips met again and again, Arani could be quiet when the situation demanded. In the comfort of her own apartment, and with an express desire to use her noises to tease him, she simply saw no need to try to exercise her stealth skills. Likewise, his own lack of overt noise scarcely bothered her, because she could read the signs. Perhaps the force gave her an edge in that regard, but regardless, it felt as if she'd need to be blind not to see him readily Violet was enjoying himself. Even if he wasn't eager (which she doubted), his body had no such reservations. Whether the force's hand could be seen in drawing them together or not, Arani wanted little more to help their bond along, and what better way than by draining those hefty orbs of his dry?

She thought she recognized her name on his lips, barely, twisted into a throaty growl, but still riding the waves of her orgasm, Arani was in no state to tell for certain. It took her several moments to slow to a stop, but even then she wasn't entirely still, hips bumping against his as if to urge him deeper, or, indeed, simply to beg for his own release. Still sensitive from her climax, the feeling of his delightfully unique cock throbbing inside of her was almost more than she could take. It left her clutching at him tightly, another shuddering gasp leaving her throat as the first of his load began to fill her.

She scarcely had time to appreciate the sheer warmth filling her before his hands fell upon her exposed chest. Though hardly enough to distract her from the feeling of his body doing its best to fill her to the brim, she couldn't ignore the groping, either, back arching even as he pulled her close. Though Violet had been granted no shortage of opportunity to fill his eyes, he could now say that he'd filled his hand as well, and with her ample bust, he would find his rescuer to be more than a handful, and his attention to her chest drawing at least as much noise out of her as his hips slamming against hers had. A tidbit to file away for a later time, perhaps.

Now, as the tides of pleasure withdrew, even with Violet's length continuing to fill her to the brim (how pent up was the poor boy?), Arani found herself on the cusp of being able to manage a coherent sentence. And then Violet's teeth found the soft flesh of her neck, and he would be able to feel her convulse around him, her body doing its best to coax another rope of cum out of him.

"Fuck~. I n-needed this." Arani finally managed, hips still resting snugly against his, and evidently not in any hurry to dismount. Though even if she wanted to, she didn't think her hips would cooperate for at least a few moments longer.
 
Of course, Violet had little to no interest himself in pulling out~ Given their current position and the fact that his limbs were losing sensation and strength by the moment he it was also unlikely he *could* unless she dismounted. With her body resting in his lap like that... Well... It certainly ensured that he was going nowhere and he was quite content with that. She was so snug around him, and the occasional convulsions of her core around him made sure to milk every remnant of that explosive orgasm out of him, occasionally producing the sensation of another trickle of seed against her walls, adding to the wad he had already released inside of her. His seed was not content to remain in place, despite her tight grip on his still iron-hard member, and as they rested together Violet soon felt the telltale sensation of his own produce beginning to leak out of her. At least what had not been been forced deeper inside by his frantic thrusts soon trickled out, leaving trails of heat that descended and pooled on his hips between them. Oh dear, poor Violet might need another shower.

Violet's sensual smile also never faded~ Ordinarily of course, one might have had a bit of concern for the... consequences of such a seemingly virile ejaculation, but the male seemed cool and collected, at least as the symptoms of afterglow faded from within him. There was no rush to pull out, no panic, or anything like that. He was confident that the only result of this joining would be a lingering glow on their relationship, but for now at least he was also not terribly concerned with reassuring his partner that there was zero risk to their unprotected sex. He recovered slowly over time, Arani could hear his breathing slowing, and through their mutual... connection could also feel his heartrate returning to normal. His eyes slowly regained their vibrant sheen and his Presence was again growing to what it had been after he had finished with his last shower.

He was content to rest with her for now, though was certainly not content to keep his hands to himself. Even though the two of them were still recovering from climax his hands explored her~ By this point, both had lifted up to her chest, one palm each seizing a breast to play with. He was quite skilled with those hands of his, showing great dexterity in his kneading and pawing, making sure to memorize the spots that made her squeak and moan, and especially the spots that that made her clench around him. She was enjoying it, and he would be a poor Sith if he did not learn to capitalize on weaknesses and ruthlessly exploit them, and it was not like he was not enjoying it either. The massaging grips of her muscles around him ensured that he stayed nice and hard inside her while she rested on his lap.

"Nnhm" He finally murmured. He needed that almost as badly as she did. He had been pent up, in more than one way. The release of that passion had lifted a great weight off his shoulders and for once, the fog of darkness cleared around him. It was powerfully therapeutic and his own senses were beginning to recover. In his solitude he had been weakening, both in body and in spirit. He tried to not linger on that thought so long that the pause became awkward, but he still offered her a simple smile and continued. "My pleasure." Probably not the most charming thing to say in the moment, but hey, what could he do? Hesitantly he released his hold on her chest and let his hands glide over her sides and down to her hips, fingers sinking into similarly soft flesh below her beltline.

As Violet recovered, he let his eyes slowly close, his muscles slowly releasing the tension that had been building up over weeks before her very eyes~ How lucky the two of them were to find eachother... Violet had little reason to suspect that the Force had had a hand in bringing them together. For now he was also blissfully unaware of his rescuer's identity, although he could already begin to feel the fledgling bond that was developing between them. The rest was well-received, especially after such intense exercise and slowly Violet began to rebuild his strength. He did not signal her to get off or anything~ The decision to dismount was currently up to Arani, after all Violet had promised to make it as much worth her while as he could.
 
Gravity could be a harsh mistress, and though it didn't seem that Violet had any particular complaints regarding being unable to pull out, one could hardly blame him for refraining from doing so. That some suspicions might linger whether he'd do the same thing in any other position, too, was another matter altogether, and, in truth, there might well yet be ample opportunity for him to prove or dispel such notions. As the surge of energy faded, and he finished pumping her full of a load of both amount and vigor enough to belie his weary state, she rested against him, feeling his heartbeat slow even had she been unable to perceive it through their bond. Perception always proved to be one category the force had been generous in endowing her with (along with certain parts of her body, depending on how involved in that one thought the force). She did need to catch her breath before even the Force could restore her to normal condition, but he didn't seem in any particular hurry to displace her, so she saw no reason not to take her time.

His calmness did keep her from worrying overmuch about the virility of the force user beneath her, though the steady warmth in her core and the trickling of his seed out of her ensured she wouldn't likely forget about their pairing in a hurry. She did hope she'd left at least as much of an impression on the young man as he had on her, but she was hardly going to ask that. As she, too, recovered, made easier by the fact that she'd been in much better condition to start with, she could turn her thoughts outward, to the immediate future. There remained things they ought to see done, sooner rather than later, and while the temptation of remaining here with him all day loitered, she found herself resolved against it by the itching desire to accomplish things. Of course, with how generous his climax had been, perhaps a shower of her own was in order first and foremost...

Such thoughts found themselves undermined by a certain purple-eyed individual's penchant for wandering hands. She sympathized with the condition, though her own tended to pick up information and valuables at least slightly more than they found themselves drawn to indulging base lusts. That said, she'd never claimed to be the greatest jedi, and a single glance at her outside of her concealing robes wouldn't leave much room for thinking her a particularly pure one. With her position atop his lap, she didn't intend to allow his wandering to go unmatched, and those soft lips of hers proved just as pleasant against his neck as they might elsewhere. She showed more care than he regarding not marking him, if only because it would make the connection with the mark he'd left that much more obvious to any casual observers. "Alright, hands off." She half-sighed, reluctantly sliding off of him before his hands could tempt her to stay. "Or we're going to be here all day." Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, but given his condition...well, she didn't want to break him. Yet. Save it for a day they could both go for as long as their lusts would tempt them to.

Before she could drag him out into public, Arani needed to find him something to wear. She strolled to her wardrobe (a pleasant view, to be sure, given her state of undress) and threw it open. Most of her more modest attire remained at the temple, while she'd stocked this little hideout with all the clothing her master couldn't be allowed to know she even possessed, let alone wore on a regular basis. A top being low cut or immodest seemed much less of an issue for Violet, but the preponderance of skirts didn't make plundering her closet the best choice for attiring him. Still, it was just for one day, and he might even be able to squeeze into one of the precious few pairs of pants she owned. It'd just be rather tight, more likely than not. Over her shoulder, she beckoned him over, a gesture that any other moment would look as good as her inviting him to bed. "See anything you like?" She inquired. "See if any of this is suitable. Just for the day" She instructed him.

In the meantime, she needed to get herself ready as well, and giving him a chance to try a few things on without her breathing down his neck seemed like it might lighten some of the pressure of the decision. With that in mind, she'd wander off to get herself ready, which largely involved cleaning up the mess that Violet made of her. Brushing out her hair and applying a gentle touch of makeup to round things out would conclude the routine, once she'd made it that far. Shopping didn't call much for bright colors, so she contented herself with some dark eyeliner to help contrast her sapphire-blue eyes, and equally dark lipstick, mostly to aid in the dark, mysterious aesthetic she liked to project. That it also helped draw attention to the plush fullness of her lips was surely only a side-effect. While not achingly time consuming, cleaning up and making herself presentable did take enough time to grant Violet opportunity to try on a few different things before picking something out, though if he hoped to find something modest, or, more importantly, masculine to wear, he'd be woefully disappointed. A nearby, full-length mirror could at least offer reassurance to the appeal of any borrowed attire. Whether or not he found the aesthetic his 'style', he could rest assured he looked good in it.
 
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