TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
The pain and shame and rage flooding her mind hit him harder than the bulkhead.
He'd been wide open, enjoying the feel of her cunt gripping and clenching around his thick meat as he slowly stroked himself into her, tasting her arousal and her desperate need. It was their anniversary, after all, and he'd planned this out. Planned to feel her building pleasure, planned to keep her at the very cusp of orgasm without letting her go over until her body and mind could do nothing but beg for him. Until her entire world had collapsed into the sweet torture of his dick filling her, and the desperate need for release. Then, and only then, would he allow her to climax and follow her down into that rapture. But then an agonizing, torturous pleasure had flooded her and flooded him with her, and suddenly he was flying across the room.
The impact against the wall was a relief, despite the bruising force. It was a distraction from the agony bleeding from Kaydia's mind. From the horrified betrayal that followed, as she sobbed and curled in on herself. "Why..." she demanded. "Why would you do that to me?"
"gaaaahh..." he responded, trying to fill his lungs with air. "Aaahiii..." He tried again, feeling a twinging in his chest as he gasped for breath. Had he broken a rib? More than one? "I... I didn't...." he finally managed to get out, before sagging to his hands and knees and hyperventilating. The SIN. Damnit, it had to be the SIN! With everything else they'd been doing, it had seemed such a low priority to try and have those implants removed. "I... I wouldn't..."
Forcing himself to his feet, he staggered across the tiny cabin. "Kaydia, I... I wouldn't. I... you know... I wouldn't hurt you. Ever." Joining her on the bed, he started to pull her into a comforting embrace before stopping. Would she accept it? Would she trust him?
Suddenly, it hit again. He caught the barest fringes of it before he was able to erect his own mental shields, blunting the worst of the agony that fed through their bond. Throwing caution to the wind he rested his hands on her neck and head, calling on the Force to shield her as well. It was harder, since the agony was produced through a purely physical stimulus of her nerves, but the techniques of the Jedi could operate on the material as well as the subtle levels. After a moment he felt her begin to relax slightly, felt her own training assist and then take over blocking the pain. "It wasn't me," he repeated. "I wouldn't even know how to trigger them. Is it... some short in the ship's systems, maybe? Something wrong with the holonet transmitter?"
He'd been wide open, enjoying the feel of her cunt gripping and clenching around his thick meat as he slowly stroked himself into her, tasting her arousal and her desperate need. It was their anniversary, after all, and he'd planned this out. Planned to feel her building pleasure, planned to keep her at the very cusp of orgasm without letting her go over until her body and mind could do nothing but beg for him. Until her entire world had collapsed into the sweet torture of his dick filling her, and the desperate need for release. Then, and only then, would he allow her to climax and follow her down into that rapture. But then an agonizing, torturous pleasure had flooded her and flooded him with her, and suddenly he was flying across the room.
The impact against the wall was a relief, despite the bruising force. It was a distraction from the agony bleeding from Kaydia's mind. From the horrified betrayal that followed, as she sobbed and curled in on herself. "Why..." she demanded. "Why would you do that to me?"
"gaaaahh..." he responded, trying to fill his lungs with air. "Aaahiii..." He tried again, feeling a twinging in his chest as he gasped for breath. Had he broken a rib? More than one? "I... I didn't...." he finally managed to get out, before sagging to his hands and knees and hyperventilating. The SIN. Damnit, it had to be the SIN! With everything else they'd been doing, it had seemed such a low priority to try and have those implants removed. "I... I wouldn't..."
Forcing himself to his feet, he staggered across the tiny cabin. "Kaydia, I... I wouldn't. I... you know... I wouldn't hurt you. Ever." Joining her on the bed, he started to pull her into a comforting embrace before stopping. Would she accept it? Would she trust him?
Suddenly, it hit again. He caught the barest fringes of it before he was able to erect his own mental shields, blunting the worst of the agony that fed through their bond. Throwing caution to the wind he rested his hands on her neck and head, calling on the Force to shield her as well. It was harder, since the agony was produced through a purely physical stimulus of her nerves, but the techniques of the Jedi could operate on the material as well as the subtle levels. After a moment he felt her begin to relax slightly, felt her own training assist and then take over blocking the pain. "It wasn't me," he repeated. "I wouldn't even know how to trigger them. Is it... some short in the ship's systems, maybe? Something wrong with the holonet transmitter?"