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Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
- Location
- The Lost City of Clitlantis
This shouldn't happen again.
It was hours still, before her senses acclimated to the implants. Hours filled with insatiable need and unspoken yearning. The rigorous training and conditioning of a Jedi clashed against the years of repressed desire, and the more Aurianna gave in, the more she wanted.
This can't happen again. The words, the warning repeated in her mind, every time they stopped to breathe. Each climax, each breathy recovery, drawing them both to satisfaction, until that little warning slithered into her mind again. They only had this night, this excuse of losing themselves to situation to explore everything they had to offer. Once they were back in their right minds, they wouldn't succumb again. They wouldn't risk everything for another night of pleasure. This shouldn't happen again.
The words were less convincing as she wrapped her legs against Jeoram's hips, pulling him into her again. Drawing her nails down his back as her own back slapped against the wall, a sweat-slick rhythm of enduring hunger. This can't happen again. Drowning in his eyes, his cool blue irises, would be too easy to give in, again and again. Closing her eyes, she pulled him into a kiss, imprinting the memory of his taste and his passion in her mind, in an attempt to inoculate herself from her fantasies. She'd had him, now. It would be enough. It would have to be enough.
Another orgasm, and she'd be satisfied. Another climax, another burning jet of his seed inside her. Just one more, and she'd be satisfied. She'd have to be satisfied, now.
This can't happen again.
It was hours still, before her senses acclimated to the implants. Hours filled with insatiable need and unspoken yearning. The rigorous training and conditioning of a Jedi clashed against the years of repressed desire, and the more Aurianna gave in, the more she wanted.
This can't happen again. The words, the warning repeated in her mind, every time they stopped to breathe. Each climax, each breathy recovery, drawing them both to satisfaction, until that little warning slithered into her mind again. They only had this night, this excuse of losing themselves to situation to explore everything they had to offer. Once they were back in their right minds, they wouldn't succumb again. They wouldn't risk everything for another night of pleasure. This shouldn't happen again.
The words were less convincing as she wrapped her legs against Jeoram's hips, pulling him into her again. Drawing her nails down his back as her own back slapped against the wall, a sweat-slick rhythm of enduring hunger. This can't happen again. Drowning in his eyes, his cool blue irises, would be too easy to give in, again and again. Closing her eyes, she pulled him into a kiss, imprinting the memory of his taste and his passion in her mind, in an attempt to inoculate herself from her fantasies. She'd had him, now. It would be enough. It would have to be enough.
Another orgasm, and she'd be satisfied. Another climax, another burning jet of his seed inside her. Just one more, and she'd be satisfied. She'd have to be satisfied, now.
This can't happen again.