Star Wars: Eclipse of the Black Sun (The Corsair, Xanaphia)

[TheCorsair]

“My inhibitions are lies that I tell myself to fit into the contours Jedi teachings," she challenged.

He understood that all too well, although he bristled a little at calling them lies. His entire life in the Order, after all, had been one of discipline, of channeling the darker impulses in his soul. It was why Master Windu had chosen to train him.

The momentary reflection was broken by the sight of Aurianna kissing Lysa, and then by the oredatory way she pressed against him. “Tell me you don't want this," she breathed, her hand tracing the strong lines of his physique, without touching. "Tell me, and I'll leave you alone and fuck Lysa by myself."

“I never said I don’t want it,” he replied, voice husky. His thumb traced her lips and the line of her jaw. It’s… well…” He hesitated, deliberating for a moment. “I trust you.” Then he opened his mind to her.

Darkness and cool, clammy air surrounded him as he made his way into the depths of the cave. There was a faint phosphorescence, just enough to make him wonder if he was really seeing anything. Ahead he could just make out the opening into a broader cave.

“The Trial of the Spirit,” he narrated, gut twisting. “My Trial of the Spirit.”

The cavern held… a room? A dingy room lit by a single dangling light. Figures stood in shadow around a shabby mattress, watching as… he caught his breath in horror. Watching him, wearing a suit of unfamiliar cut, holding a knife to a red-haired woman’s throat as he raped her.

Looking away, he saw a statue in another part of the cavern. A golden woman, holding a spear aloft. He was there as well, wearing some sort of uniform, thrusting hard into Ari as two other men held her down. “Whore,” he heard himself snarl as he watched himself backhand her.

More images of himself joined the throng. A twisted version with fangs and marble skin. A version dressed all in black with twin silver lightning bolts on his collar. On an on. All of them petty and cruel, hurting there in an attempt to feel bigger. “You’re one of us,” they mocked. “Join us.”

“No…” he gasped out. “I’m not…”

“One of us,” they sneered. “Just like us.”

“No…” he gasped again. But it would be so easy. Just, just give in. He had power. He…

Laughter. “Just. Like. Us.”

“NO!”

He snapped back from his memories, eyes wide, staring down at Ari. “I… do… want… this.” The words were ragged, shaky. “But… I have to know, Ari. Know that you’re in your right mind. That I’m not…”

His saber blade blazed in the darkness of the cavern, purple with a thin crimson core. “I’m not like you,” he gasped, winded by the battle with his own demons. Tears streamed down his face as he fell to his knees, flooded by the memories of all of the thoughtless, petty cruelties he’d committed. “I’m not.”

 

[Xanaphia]

Despite the hunger that coursed through her blood, Aurianna caressed Jeoram 's face with gentle hands. "I trust you, too."

They weren't empty words. The lives and work of the Jedi were dangerous, and she and Jeoram had faced it together, for years now. She'd trusted, just as much as she trusted the force itself.

Closing the distance between them, her lips met his. Opening, welcoming, eager, dispelling the taunts of his shadow selves. He wasn't like them. He wouldn't hurt her. Slowing her hands explored him, his cheeks with short, rough stubble to his hair, cool and smooth. Her body molded into his her arms settled around his strong shoulders.

Finally they broke apart, drawing heaving breaths, his worry and want flavoring his breath. "I want you," she confessed, moving them both back, towards the bed. "I want this."

 

[TheCorsair]

“Jedi foreplay,” Lysa declared, swaying as she walked towards the two of them, “is fucking weird. But do we have the consent question nailed down?” As she spoke she tapped a control, causing sensor drones to drift into the air.

“Uhm… yes,” Jeoram replied, sounding ever so slightly dazed.

“Good.” Lysa leaned into Aurianna, molding her breasts and stomach into the Jedi’s back. One hand on Ari’s hip, she tangled her fingers into Jeoram’s shaggy blonde hair and pulled him close. Her tongue slipped between his lips, drawing him into a heady kiss, trapping Ari between their bodies.

“What are the drones for?” Jeoram managed, breathing hard as the kids broke.

“Think of them as putting together a highlights reel,” Lysa answered, nuzzling Ari’s ear. “Now, I believe I made a promise,”. Her eye caught Jeoram’s. “What was it again?”

“To peel her out of her arena costume,” he replied, “and then fuck her until she can’t remember her own name.”

“That was it, yes.” She rested both hands on Ari’s hips, now, grinding her against Jeoram as his hungry lips devoured his partner’s mouth. “But there’s a problem.”

Her hands slid up Ari’s bare sides as Jeoram gripped her hips, grinding back. “And that is?”

Teasing at the elastic of Ari’s sports bra, Lysa slowly worked her fingers between fabric and soft flesh. “I don’t think I want to wait for the costume anymore.” The cloth of the bra slid upwards, baring Ari’s breasts. Her lips caught the Jedi’s earlobe. “Do you?” she asked, rolling a hard nipple between finger and thumb. “Should we wait?”

“We can wait,” Jeoram added, cupping the other breast. “If you want, that is.” He lifted ip on the breast and lowered his face, catching her nipple with his lips. “Should we?”

 

[Xanaphia]

"Fuck waiting," Ari rapsed between moans, seconds and minutes like weights in her muscles. Coiling in upon itself until the pressure became ache. Pressure that seeped into her nails, carving her need into Jeoram's skin. "We can fuck now, and then fuck again once the costume's ready."

"Hungry little slut, aren't you?" Lysa teased, freeing her from her bra. "Pent up Jedi slut can't wait to be used." Harder now, she pinched her nipple, and a shock of pain radiated into a throbbing pleasure. Composure dissipated, escaping Ari's lips in a wordless cry. "More" and "stop" dueled upon her tongue, until Lysa swallowed it again.

"Should we take turns using you?" Lysa's teeth nipped at her neck, digging into to bruise her fair skin. Between Lysa's vicious exploration, and Jeoram heated tenderness, Aurianna could only shudder, primal moans of desire rattling her throat. "Shall we see how much you can take, until you can take no more?"

"Yes," She gasped out, unwilling to even pretend this wasn't what she wanted, wasn't everything she wanted. Jeoram slid to his knees before her, gentle lips following the trail of abs and sweat down her toned stomach. Strong, insistent fingers slid into her workout pants, and peeled them away from her skin. "Please…"

Two hand groped at her breasts, manicured nails etching a claim on her. Her head lulled back overwhelmed with the building slickness that drench her thighs. Overwhelmed with the pulsing heat that captured her thoughts, turning each one into base desire. "Just a Jedi bitch in heat, aren't you?"

Even the sting of Lysa's words became a delightful pang. A torment, a promise, journey and destination. And all she could do was beg. "Please… please… please…"

 

[TheCorsair]

Jeoram slowly peeled her workout pants down he legs, exploring the contours of her thighs and calves as he went. “Fuck,” he breathed, nipping lightly at the skin of her abs and belly. “A Jedi bitch in heat? I like the sound of that.” His breathed caressed the slick lips of her sex. “Are we mounting her at the same time?”

Lysa abandoned Ari’s breasts to draw her hands behind her back, pinning them lightly as her teeth left red marks on the Jedi’s throat. “Maybe we should make her wait,” she replied. “Tie her hands down, so all she can do is watch while I fuck you.” Her tongue caressed Ari’s earlobe. “Want to watch your partner fuck me?”

“What fun would that be?” Jeoram asked, sliding his hands back up Ari’s inner thighs. The thumb of one hand teased Ari’s slit, while the other worked up between the two women to tug against Lysa’s waist band.

“Hm?” Lysa murmured, pressing her face into Ari’s hair and encouraging her to turn her head. Her mouth crushed the Jedi’s lips, parting them to make room for her tongue and then moaning as Jeoram’s questing hand cupped her mound.

“I mean,” he explained, “why don’t we all just fuck each other at the same time?” Then he matched deed to word, probing Ari’s open lips with his tongue as his fingers slipped and thrust into Lysa’s cunt.

 

[Xanaphia]

Aurianna's pleasure filled her mouth with a sweet moan, a delicious counterpoint to Lysa's salty tongue. Lysa answered with her own sigh, a chorus of bliss that echoed in the moist caverns of their joined mouths. Jeoram's tongue, somehow as hot and wet as her own dripping lips, breezed against her throbbing clit, agonizing ecstasy nearly enough to drive her to her knees, if not for her Jedi will power. Well, no, not even her own will power kept her up in that moment, at least, not as credibly as Lysa's firm grip, keeping their bodies molded to one another's. An impressive feat, considering the motion of Jeoram's thick fingers inside Lysa, the rhythm conducting the resonant needy pulsing of her desire.

"Are you going to cum before I do?" Lysa growled, words and teeth sharp against Ari's earlobe. "I'll have to punish you, if you do…"

A shuddered, strangled whimper escaped Ari, every muscle echoing her delight in waves trembling from her core. Oh, how she craved such punishment that the gorgeous gladiatrix and sexy jedi might mete out upon her. Pain, pleasure, it was all the same, sensation to feed her starving desire. And still, she knew that her tormentors would be disappointed if she gave in as easily as she wanted to.

"In that case, I refuse to play fair," Ari managed, before the thrust of Jeoram's tongue into her depth stole her words. Stole the very concept of language, of using sounds to make meaning to other minds. Instead she opened her mind, her sensations, wafting the blinding nirvana towards Lysa. Assailing her mind, matching the way the two of them had assailed her own physical resilience.

The gladiator was well trained, and disciplined, no doubt, but even she quivered as the sensations caressed her mind, and her knees buckled, ever so slightly. The whispered "fuck" echoed like a scream in Ari's ears, coursing along the nerves and throbbing in unison to the blood vessels. Premature, perhaps, but satisfaction radiated through her being, vibrant and sweltering, drawing Lysa in with each ebb and pushing all of her reservations away with the flow. Surrender, victory, everything melted away in the grip of her soaking walls around Jeoram's tongue.

 

[TheCorsair]

Ari’s pleasure washed over him, flooding his mind and lips and cheeks as she quaked beneath him. Lysa’s orgasm was as powerful around his probing fingers, but she was no Force sensitive - her emotions and sensations were less potent, less clear in his mind. Still, between the two of them, it took an act of iron resolve not to follow them, allowing his seed soak the trousers of his robes.

“Oh… fuck…” Lysa gasped as his fingers slid from within her. He forced himself to rise up on his knees and focus on his clothes instead of the aching iron of his shaft. Forced himself to keep his fingers from trembling with lust as he shed his outer robe and tunic, tossing them into a heap on the floor.

“Mmmm…” Lysa purred, helping Ari shift to watch as he pulled his undershirt over his head and tossed it aside. “You should have been fucking him all along,” she said, watching the lean muscles of his chest and abdomen move beneath his skin.

The keen attention of the two women made it difficult to undo his pats, but the feeling of release as his rock hard shaft finally freed itself from its cloth prison was a delight. “Now,” he said, voice thick with desire, “how do I fuck both of you at once..?”

Lysa rose to her knees with a fluid grace, then pushed him into his back. She followed him down, her tongue filling his mouth and her breasts flattening in his chest. “Simple,” she grinned, wrapping her hand around his shaft. “How long have you been wanting to fuck your partner.”

He gasped. “Years,” he groaned, lifting his ass to fuck up into her fist. “Fucking… years…”

Lysa turned her head, watching Ari’s eyes devouring the sight of her hand around his cock. “You fuck him first,” she purred, locking eyes with the female Jedi. “I want to see what years of lust looks like when you two fuck. And then you help me get him hard again.” Her thumb reached up, gently rubbing a bead of precum over his head, and he made a strangled sound of tightly controlled pleasure. “Because I want to watch you watching him fuck his cum into me.”

 

[Xanaphia]

"Oh, I don't know," Aurianna teased, still catching her breath after her orgasm. Her climax had relieved a degree of the lust-filled fog, and for the first time in several hours, thoughts and words weren't an inhuman struggle. "We've waited this long, what a few more minutes…"

But the visible puling of his cock in Lysa's hand reignited her hunger, hunger that had simmered for, well, years. Hunger that wasn't satisfied with a single orgasm. Not with his cock right there, hard, for her taking.

With the fluid grace of a feline predator, she joined them on the bed. Bare breasts ghosting over his thighs as she hovered near his shaft, tracing the movement of Lysa's hand with her warm breath. Drawing closer still, to lap at yet another clear droplet of precum, and trailing a slick line of saliva over his sensitive head. Letting it smear her skin as she climbed further up his body, breasts and stomach pinning his length between them.

Lysa moved, to one side, still stroking Jeoram between the two jedi. Stroking, and shifting, aligning his cock with the eager, drooling lips of Ari's cunt. It was her turn to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips as her own lips swallowed his shaft. The kiss deepening as he drove even deeper inside her, a deeper hunger consuming them both. Sitting up would allow her to claim his length, would allow her to fuck herself on his thickness, and yet she couldn't pull away from his lips. Seeking his tongue with her own, feeding him her needy moans, and drinking in his own cries of pleasure.

Even when they parted to breathe, she stared down in his cool blue eyes, connecting the feel of his body moving within hers to the looking of shocked ecstasy on his face, the same disbelief mirrored on her own face. That after all this time, it was finally him, and that he felt so much better than any fantasy. Her only response was to capture his lips once more, one arm sliding under his back and head and hold him close.

 

[TheCorsair]

He hadn’t expected this.

Oh, not the purely physical sensation of Ari’s slick heat gripping his shaft. This wasn’t his first time, after all. And while the feel of her cunt swallowing him and her body pressed against his was every bit as hot as he’d fantasized it would be, on a physical level she wasn’t that different from the handfull of other women he’d fucked.

But this wasn’t just physical.

He felt her, in the Force. Felt her wonder and amazement at the reality of what they were doing. Tasted the outline of the fantasies she’d had about… him. Felt her delight in how much better the reality was. Felt her emotions, mirroring his own. Neither of them were “in love” with the other, he sensed. Their bond was deeper, different. There were no words that he knew of express their connection.

“Ari,” he gasped as they broke for breath once more. One hand gripped her ass, encouraging her as he rocked his hips to fill her deeper. The other wrapped around her back, gripping her shoulder. He thrust up, gasping as he felt himself push deeper into her, then tangled his fist in her hair and drew her face to his.

His tongue was greedy, demanding entrance to her mouth. He opened himself to her as his tongue slid over hers, letting her feel and see his thoughts, his emotions. His lust and longing for her. The shameful fantasies of simply forcing himself on her and the terrified, shameful, powerful orgasm he’d had he one time he’d stroked himself to those fantasies. His admiration of her skill and competence and body. “Ari,” he moaned against her lips as he let her feel the women he’d fucked while thinking of her. “I’m… close…”

-*-

Was this a Jedi thing?

Lysa wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Yes, they were fucking hot. And yes, there was something erotic as hell about watching them go at each other after denying the attraction for so long. And yes, she did want to fuck him and then her and both of them together. But on the surface at least, she could go downstairs and watch a dozen hotter people fucking each other with far greater skill and in far more erotic positions.

Instead she lay in her stomach, ass in the air, gasping as she thrust three fingers deep into her cunt. Her body moved in unconscious time with Ari’s, sliding her full breasts over the silk sheets of the bed. “I’m… close…” she whispered, repeating Jeoram’s words as he said them. “Ari… I’m…”

-*-

“…close,” Jeoram repeated, the words thick with a palpable hunger. He stared up into her eyes. “I… want to… to cum… in you…”. His teeth found her throat, and Ari…

-*-

…Lysa gasped at the stinging phantom pain on her throat. She pushed her fingers deeper into her cunt, chasing an orgasm as she watched Ari fuck Jeoram faster and harder. Would she be able to cum before they did? Did she want to?