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(Commission) The Handmaiden. Chapter 3.
🕑 Added 2020-04-07 23:37:00 +0000 UTCThe third chapter of this 4-part Commission. Brianna confesses her feelings for The Exile.
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A sense of anticipation had settled over the crew of the Ebon Hawke as it hung in orbit above Onderon. The battle below had ended a few hours ago. The civil war was over and Queen Talia was secure on her throne thanks to the efforts of their captain The Exile.
Brianna sat and nursed the dark purple bruise that had blossomed on her hip after being hit from behind during the battle. It was a testament to her training, both Echani and Jedi, that she’d emerged from the chaos with naught but a single bruise to show for it.
She’d lost count of the number of Sith and Dark Jedi acolytes she and the crew had faced down on the moon of Dxun, battling their way through the tomb of Freedon Nadd. The stink of the dark side had been foul from the moment they landed, and it had taken her three showers to finally feel clean once they had finally left the vile little moon.
It was thanks to her master’s teaching she’d passed the trial so well, that she’d so excellently defended herself and her comrades, not to mention resisted the temptation of the Dark side. She shivered slightly despite the warmth of the room, proud that she’d weathered the temptation so well, but troubled that the words the Sith had whispered into her mind still lingered.
She could have her master as she wanted him, they had said, she could be his bride, his lover, the mother of his children. She didn’t need to sit and pine for him, trapped in the sorry restraints of the jedi and her own doubt and modesty. She could reach out and take him, she was powerful enough. She could slay Visas and anyone else who stood in the way of being his mate and have everything she’d ever dreamed of.
She shivered again and pinched her brow. She wished she could be free of all the doubts swirling in her minds, that she could stop pretending and pursue her beloved Exile like her body begged her to. She shook her head and sighed, closing her eyes to meditate. Such thoughts were beneath her. Brianna’s love for her exile was pure and beautiful, she wouldn’t allow her lust to tempt her into tainting what she held in her heart.
A calming breath passed her lips and she stood, deciding to head for the bridge and see if The Exile would return soon. The corridors were quiet, everyone was either waiting for The Exile’s return or patching their wounds from the battle. Usually there was a healthy hum of background noise, it felt wrong for things to be quiet, unsettling even.
“Ah!” Brianna yelped as she turned the corner and knocked into Mira. The bounty hunter’s face flashed with fury before she recognised the pale woman and sighed. “Damn it Handmaiden don’t sneak up on me like that. You have any idea how quickly I could plug you full of blaster bolts?”
“Apologies.” Brianna winced; she hadn’t quite gotten the measure of their newest crewmember. She was certainly gruff, and as a bounty hunter she wasn’t exactly the type of person Brianna enjoyed spending time with, but she was pretty and she seemed to have a good heart buried somewhere deep under the greed and violence that surrounded her, something proved by the beginning of her jedi training. “You fought well on Dxun; I have not seen many mercenaries who can stand against a Sith.”
“Wasn’t the first time I tangled with a force user.” Mira sniffed, “Though that’s one hell pit I’d be happy never seeing again.”
“I feel the same.” Brianna agreed, “Is there any news from Onderon? Is the Exile returning?”
“He’s on his way.” Mira shrugged before pausing and raising a brow. Brianna felt her cheeks flush.
“What?”
“You know, I figured your rivalry with Marr was a light-side, dark-side thing…”
Brianna’s blush darkened, “It is.”
“Uh huh.” Mira chuckled. “So, you’re fighting over a man? So much for independent women. Not that I don’t get it… he’s not bad looking, nice ass, a bit quiet for my tastes.”
“I… I do not…” Brianna stammered before hanging her head. “How… does everyone know?”
Mira grinned. “You’re pretty awful at hiding your feelings kid.” She leant against the wall and folded her arms. “I’m guessing you’ve not had much practice.”
“I… have never felt this way before.” Brianna admitted quietly. “I love him, and I think he loves me… but I don’t know how I am supposed to…”
“You want my advice? Stun him.” Mira sighed.
“S… stun him?!” Brianna gasped.
“Yup, zap him with a Bothan stunner, slap some cuffs on him, leave him in a basement for a few days until he’s nice and suggestable and… bam. He’s yours.”
“That… does not sound like romance.”
“Who said anything about romance.” Mira grinned, “You want him, go get him.”
Brianna pursed her lips. “I… will think about it.”
Mira shrugged and smirked as Brianna turned and headed back to her quarters “Don’t think too long, Visas might just get to him first!”
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What was the worst that could happen? Brianna thought, meditating on her bed.
Well, he could reject her. Their duty could keep them apart, or the war, they could both fall to the Sith armies and die alone and unloved in the cold vacuum of space, their bodies and hearts broken.
That was not an encouraging thought. What was the best that could happen then?
Brianna’s cheeks flushed and she nibbled her lip as a sudden image of The Exile striding through her door and pinning her to the bed with his lips came to her mind. He could strip her and fuck her, breed her. His fingers could run through her hair and his nails could scratch at her back and his cum could flow into her waiting womb and give them all the children they could want. And what beautiful children they would be, with his dark eyes and her pale hair, or the other way around?
Her eyes flashed open as she sensed her master draw near. She was standing and smiling even before the door slid open.
“Master.” She beamed, stepping close. “Is all well? Were you successful?”
“Onderon is secure, Queen Talia is on her throne.” He smiled quietly, “The last of the old masters will meet us on Dantooine, there’s an old Jedi enclave hidden there, hopefully we’ll be able to unite and plan our attack in safety.”
“That is excellent news, master.” Brianna smiled, suppressing the urge to jump into his arms and reward him for his good work with as much of her as he could handle.
“And how was your mission? Everyone seems to be back in one piece.” He asked. “You seem… at peace, did something happen?”
“It was a difficult battle, master… the Sith tempted me, the Dark Side was so strong there, but I passed through untainted.” Brianna murmured shyly. “I think the trial was good for me. If I was able to survive that ordeal uncorrupted, there is nothing that can turn me from my path.”
“I’m glad to hear it, but you should still be careful.”
“I will be, Master, and thank you. It’s only thanks to your training that I have come so far. I only hope I continue to be a worthy apprentice to you.” Brianna smiled.
The Exile laughed softly and took her by the shoulders, his hands gently squeezing her, those dark blue eyes showing nothing but affection. “I don’t doubt it for a second. You’ve already made me proud.”
Brianna could feel her cheeks flush, her breath catching in her throat as her heart swelled with pride. Before she knew what she was doing she threw herself forwards, took his cheeks in her hands and kissed him deeply.
It felt like an eternity, his lips on hers, just as she’d dreamed for so long, and then his hands took hers and pulled them gently away from his face. She swallowed, blushing and hanging her head, glancing up to gauge his reaction. He was smiling at least. She screwed up her courage and pushed towards him again, only to be stopped just millimetres from his lips.
“Handmaiden… stop.”
“Why?” she whined softly, her voice barely more than needful whisper.
“We have a mission to see through, lives counting on us… we can’t get distracted.” He murmured, sounding reluctant. “The temptation you faced in the tomb will seem like nothing if the Sith learn of your feelings. They will pour all their efforts into manipulating your heart… we can’t risk it.”
She bit her lip and nodded reluctantly. “Of course, master, I understand.” She took a step back before taking a shaky breath. “Master… do you… want me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you care for me like I care for you? Would… you be my lover? My partner? Build a life with me?”
He smiled charmingly and leant forwards a little, making her back against the wall with his mere presence. She bit her lip and whimpered, blushing furiously as he raised a brow. “My dreams for the future are much like yours, Handmaiden… though not all of them are quite as explicit.”
Brianna choked, her pale face bright red as she spluttered and stammered in a state of sheer panic. All this time he had known! All this time he had known of her dreams of being his bride, his mate, enjoying his body, baring his children! All the things she had done in her dreams… every way she’d touched him, kissed him, pleased him, he had known and said nothing! How could he? That bastard! Letting her embarrass herself night after night with not so much as a word? Ah, the romantic fool had been trying to spare her feelings, of course!
“It’s alright, love.” He said softly, taking her hands and squeezing. “I feel just as you do… but now isn’t the time to put our feelings before our duty. There’s too much at stake. Just remember your training and show the strength I already know you have.”
“Of course, master… I love you.” Brianna blushed shyly, brushing some white hair behind one ear. The Exile chuckled and hugged her gently before leaving.
Brianna stood transfixed for a moment, staring at the door before her face twisted into a joyous grin and she let out a victorious whoop, punching the air and falling back onto her bunk. She sighed lustfully and cupped her heart, feeling her racing pulse through her breast. She should calm herself, bring herself back under control, but her mind was filled with delight and excitement.
Her beloved master loved her, just like she loved him, and when the galaxy was safe and at peace, they would be together. They would be mated, married, she would give him as many children as he desired. All that was left to do was win the century-long conflict between the Jedi and Sith and make sure that neither she nor her beloved died in the effort.
Brianna pursed her lips, the thought sobered her a little, but then she remembered the kiss… the first real kiss they had shared, and her mind was awash with delight once again.
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Brianna purred with delight and caressed her swell of her pregnant belly. Her master’s hands were gripping her body even as he slept and as her hands joined his she sighed contentedly. His head was resting against her back, his lips soft against her skin. A strong hand was tight around her throat, enough to turn her on but nowhere near enough to actually make her uncomfortable. His other hand was curved around the roundness of her belly, fingers resting gently just above her sex.
She shifted slightly on the soft sheets of the bed, mewing with arousal as the thick shaft of her lover twitched, still buried snug in her asshole. It was still early, soft dawn light just beginning to creep through the window of their home, but Brianna had no interest in going back to sleep. Her pregnancy had sent her libido into overdrive, and just as her husband experienced morning wood often, Brianna awoke each morning aching to be fucked.
She bit her lip, mind alight with mischievous delight, and rolled her hips backwards, tensing her rear to coax her beloved master’s cock to stiffness. Part of her dreaming mind was vaguely aware of the fantasy of the situation, and as she turned her head and pressed a palm to her lover’s temple, willing him to remain asleep with a simple application of the force that flowed so easily from her in her dreams, she wondered if such a thing was really possible.
But, as with all dreams, she slipped back out lucidity and purred, disentangling herself from his sleeping grip and sitting on the bed. She admired him for a while, stroking her body, deep in thought.
How should she best enjoy herself? There were so many options. She could roll him onto his back, ride him and wake him as he came into the same womb that held his child. She could masturbate and wake him with the wet, sopping mess of her pussy ready to be devoured.
She licked her lips, her cravings making the decision for her, ever since she’d first tasted his cum, she’d been an addict, and here he was with a meal just waiting for her. But what fun was there in a helping of cum without the added flavour of her beloved’s asshole?
Brianna hummed and quietly crawled behind her master, lowering her face to her rear and placing sweet, gentle kisses on his flesh. She spread him and purred, “My, my, Master, what a pretty sight you are.” Admiring the neat pink pucker as her hand gently tugged his cock into view as well. “Such heavy balls this morning my love, don’t worry I’ll empty them soon enough.”
She pressed forwards and inhaled his scent, lashes fluttering with delight before she moved her lips to his pucker and placed a sweet kiss upon it. “I love you so much, Master, this fat cock that fills my pussy, these gorgeous balls that feed me your cum… the cum that gave us our child… mmm, this cute little asshole you so enjoy my tongue to play with.”
She moved forwards one last time and buried her tongue inside him, taking her time to pleasure him with long, lazy strokes. His taste and scent were as delightful as always, and she smiled happily to herself as she made out with her husband’s asshole. As mornings went, this was about as preface as she could ask for, her husband’s embrace, asshole, and soon a thick, salty load of his cum to wet her tongue.
It took a while before she noticed her Husband’s balls tighten and pulled away from him, biting her lip with anticipation. With a gentle suck and a goodbye kiss to his ass, she rolled him onto his back and nuzzled against his pole. With well-practiced timing she sank her lips over his cock and buried two fingers into his hole.
The taste of his cock was entwined with her ass as she bobbed her pale head up and down, humming and purring softly to herself as the familiar length slid down her throat. She took breaks every once in a while to suckle on her fingers, eager to combine her favourite flavours for a satisfying breakfast.
It wasn’t long until she was given what she had craved, a thick, potent load of sperm splashing onto her tongue and oozing down her throat. She crooned with delight and swirled it around her cheeks as much as she could as more and more poured into her. A low groan escaped her as she swallowed all she could without drowning herself. With her hands pumping at her lover to draw every last drop of cum into her aching cheeks, she pulled away and struggled to keep the immense lake of cum filling her mouth inside her lips.
She sat up and pulled her hands away from him, tilting her head back and stirring her fingers through the sticky mess resting on her tongue for a few moments. The taste and warmth were as heavenly as always, her husband’s potent seed coating her tongue and reminding her of just how thoroughly her master had claimed her to make her pregnant with his child.
As a hand slipped down to her petals and slipped two fingers inside, a wet coo burbling through the mess of cum filling her mouth. She took one last moment to savour the feeling before swallowing it down, fingers pumping into herself a little faster as her eyes closed with happy satisfaction.
Her lips smacked and a soft “Ahh.” Escaped her lips as the last of the spunk slithered down her throat. She smiled and lay back, finishing herself off with urgent, impatient thrusts of her fingers as her master lay there unconscious, blissfully unaware he had given hie wife the most satisfying breakfast she’d had in days.
Brianna cried out as she came and lay there on her back, one hand on her belly, the other stroking her tender opening. Her chest heaved with heavy, laboured breaths until finally she rolled over and crawled to her master. She kissed her husband’s cock fondly before shuffling herself back against his stomach, gently draping his arms around her again.
She hummed thoughtfully and reached out with the force, carefully manipulating his body so his hips thrust forwards and speared her asshole again, burying his cock deep inside her.
She smiled contently and wondered if this counted as an abuse of her powers as a Jedi. Her master stirred slightly and his cock pulsed inside her. She bit her lip and sighed, seeing his sleepy smile. If it was, she could live with it.
