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It was so — heavenly, oh, it was always so heavenly. Your body felt as if it was swaying on thick, dense, dark clouds. Basking in the feverish feeling of the thunder rumbling just below your spine, enjoying the sinister gush of rain that poured like honey from your soul onto the plush cushions beneath you. There was a twisted type of lust that came from the continuous moments like this. So, so wrong but gods, nothing has ever felt so, so right.
He sat upright, leaning slightly on the back of the sofa that sat flush against the wall, staring, studying. Your calves were shaking, becoming weak from kneeling on either side of his legs, using them as your support while you guided yourself up and down his long, wet, and girthy cock. His shoulders became your aid, gripping them with a certain ferocity that sent electricity through his body. To feel you shake, feel you stumble, feel your body shudder above him with every slow bounce you had. Every time you come back down you slip just a little more, and he felt it. How your body was conceding to the incomprehensible pleasure that his cock was giving you. Throbbing, pulsating, pleading. It turned his head into grainy mists of static, no coherent thoughts to be found. All he felt was lightning and a deep red haze, finding himself to be relocating his right hand from your thick hip to your soft and tender neck. Gripping, suffocating, choking.
“Hmph, oh – oh maker, oh baby, V-Vader please,” you finally managed to spew after long strings of empty words, your mouth sitting agape letting the most lewd noises possible escape from it’s opening. Vader, vader. The name dripped off of your tongue, oozing with need and desperation. You felt his cock throb inside of you, taking a liking to your pleads.
Vader filled you to the brim, every drop down taking your breath and leaving you numb with desire. You felt every curve and indent that designed his cock. From the round and fleshy tip, to the scars and the veins that became entangled within each other, creating long and perfectly impossible textures that glided in and out of your wet and needy cunt. His left hand nestled itself comfortably in your folds that weren’t being ruined by his perfect cock, circling its gloved fingers on and around your bundle of nerves.
You couldn’t see his mask anymore, your eyes focusing on the blinking lights of his suit, no longer able to look him in the eyes. Or at least, where you think his eyes are. You hated when he got you like this – at his will. You were moving, but he was controlling you. Every single movement you made was his. The way you came up and sank back down, it was him. The way you threw your head around, directing your pitiful moans into every corner of his large, dark, crimson stained room. It was him. The way your breath was synced with his, feeling yourself get more worked up every time you heard his heavy, almost automated breathing fill your ears.
Loud, whiny moans spilled from your plump lips. You were close, but not as close as you wanted to be. You wanted to be on the cusp of something good, at the end of the line. You wanted him to take you to the edge of the sky and throw you off, watching you free fall through the clouds of ignorant bliss and slam into the ground of pure ecstasy. He would never let you have it, though. Not like this. He needed more from you, more for himself. He needed to see your body absolutely destroyed first, he needed to see you break.
“I told you to look at me, y/n.” The grip of his gloved hand grows heavier on your throat, cutting off your air flow, leaving you at his mercy. His mercy. You could cum off of the thought alone. Darth Vader, the dark lord of the sith, the ruler of the empire, of the galaxy, nine and a half inches deep inside of you. Reminding you with every sick and deliciously slow stroke, just who you belong to. Who’s mercy you were at.
Your head was yanked back up to face him as your body was set to a halt, and you realized, you really were at his mercy now. For a moment, he sat you still on his cock, teasing your cunt with its throbs and pulses. You wanted nothing more than to keep moving, keep feeling, something – anything for kriff’s sake.
“Do you really want this?” His deep, modulated voice flooded your ears as confusion did the same to your mind, wondering where the question had come from. You and Vader have always been intimate, it’s not a new thing. He should know you want it, want him. You never hesitated to show up when he sent a call through your commlink, finding yourself on some surface in his chambers, gasping for air, pleading for that gorgeous release he always gives you. You had sworn that was clear, you thought it was clear.
“Yes, Vader, are you joking?” It came out more impatient than you intended but you couldn't help it. You tried to extend a hand to his helmet but were quickly reminded that you were frozen on top of his cock, no kind of movement was breaking through the force. The only thing you could do was listen and respond, at his mercy. Always at his mercy.
“Then tell me, y/n,” You gasped as your body started moving again, floating up ever so slowly, feeling his cock run along the inside of your cunt. Your slick coated his cock beautifully, a creamy white syrup dripping down the higher you went up. The movements gave you so little, but so much all at the same time. Being deprived of your ability to move, you were growing desperate to feel him in motion again. In and out, in and out. You needed it back, you craved it. Suddenly, you were just at the tip, hovering and yet stuck in another halt.
The hand on your throat moved carefully to your face, running his gloved thumb across your lip, pulling it down slightly as he admired the shape, the size, the color, the essence. You could never tell that he was staring, but he always was. Vader’s eyes never left your body, ever. No matter where you were on that god forsaken death star, he was there, and he was watching. Admiring every movement you made, taking note of your quirks and your curves. You fascinated him to no end. So open and yet so mysterious. Your energy – so dark, but your aura so alarmingly bright. He got lost in your hooded black eyes, wishing he could access your soul, wishing he could explore the inside of your being, find out who you are beyond who you show.
Your eyes alone made him feverish – dancing dangerously with lust. But your face as a whole, he had never seen someone so beautiful. The way your dark hair cascaded down and around your shoulders, the dense and soft look creating a beautiful cloud of curls that helped to define every feature in your face. Your prominent and wide shoulders, supporting the weight of your heavy breasts. Your chubby stomach, your thick thighs, your everything. Vader always knew he wanted you, and he was going to have you. He, however, didn’t realize just how much he’d yearn for you.
When you weren’t with Vader, he was losing his mind. He needed your eyes, he needed your thighs, he needed your cunt, your energy, your aura, your essence, you. He needed you, “Tell me you love me.”
The air in the room engulfed you in its thick and tight atmosphere, while the time had decided to stop making its rounds; falling to a stand still as it left you to choke, throat getting full on the increasingly heavy energy that poured from his body into yours.
Your nerves sparked, red and orange fireworks spinning around in your aura. You felt your body crackle with flames of desire — the embers drifting away from you and diving into Vader’s blazing spirit that coated you both in dark shades of crimson. The floor was empty, waiting for your essence to fill it, laying out those three malignant words. Just waiting to take your being and completely obliterate it; at his mercy, at his will.
“Vader, I—”
“Mean it,” rough and direct like he always is, but something hid behind those words. A sense of longing, maybe even fear, “don’t say it because I asked. Say it because you mean it.”
Eyes meeting again, of course you couldn’t tell, but he could. There was a new kind of feeling that swirled all around the two of you and if you knew any better, you could swear you were seeing it. Wisps of colors soaring in the dim light, blues, purples, pinks, yellows, all of it. They dashed and danced and twirled in the empty space your aura didn’t already fill— and they screamed. They screamed doubt and encouragement, they screamed fear and freedom, they screamed warmth and fondness and tender loving and pain and attachment and hurt. And they screamed, “I love you, Vader.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Again, please, again.”
“I love you, with my being, with my essence, with my everything. I love you.”
and with that, your body was free falling back down onto his stiff cock. Your movements still weren’t your own, the force gripping you with the strength of ten men — and yet, you didn’t care, you couldn’t.
Your moans sounded delirious the way you were practically howling his name. He moved you with a speed you couldn’t keep up with, every time you went down you were already back up, your mind couldn’t comprehend the copious amounts of pleasure that was hitting you at once, your mind could never comprehend how he made you feel.
“Tell me how much you need me.”
“So fuckin’ bad, so — oh fuck, fuck, so so bad,” phantom fingers began to preoccupy the rest of you. Your clit, your pretty brown nipples, fondling your breasts, caressing your tender thighs, gripping your neck. Vader kept his right hand on your face, making sure you couldn’t escape his gaze. His left hand sat comfortably in your hip, helping the force guide you to where you needed to be. The sounds in those chambers were nothing less than sinister. The wet squelching coming from your cunt, the sound of your skin slapping his as you were pulled down, his breathing, your moans. There was no other feeling like this and there never, ever, will be.
Your being was suspended in the air, and finally you felt it; the clouds of ignorant bliss as you plummet towards that insatiable feeling of ecstasy. Those colors sat heavy on your body and forced you closer and closer to your impending doom. Every drop down, in and out and in and out. Your vision became the most gorgeous glow of blurry rainbows that billowed around you. Any breath you had escaped from your lungs and was instead replaced with Vader’s crimson flames; at his mercy, at his will.
“Tell me, kriffing hell – tell me, tell me how much you love me, y/n. Tell me how good I make you feel, tell me you’ll be mine forever, tell me you belong to me. Tell me.” His cock throbbed and pulsated and begged inside of you, you knew he was close. He was falling with you, holding you in his arms as you both hurtled closer and closer to the ground.
And in the midst of the chaos, the rainbows whirling around you both with their screams, the clouds slowly fading as you dove towards your end — your souls entangled and tied. They imprisoned each other, grabbing onto one another with a passion neither of you knew you held. They painted you in the most fantastically impassioned white light, encompassing you, filling you, holding you, taking you.
And as you watched that white light fill Vader’s goggles, you met your fate. Crashing into the most beautiful demise and watching your desire erupt around you both.
It was heavenly — it was always so heavenly.