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(Commission) The Handmaiden. Chapter 2.
🕑 Added 2020-02-05 09:15:58 +0000 UTC-o-o-o-
A soft whimper passed Brianna’s lips as she woke, hands rolling down over her belly to meet the sopping mess in her panties. A month ago she might have been ashamed, running immediately to the showers to try and cool off, but by now the dreams were routine, as was waking with soaked underwear. No amount of meditation or exercise had lessened her hunger for her beloved Exile, it seemed she would simply have to endure the heat that tormented her. As it happened, she quite enjoyed the stink of her own arousal, so waking every morning in a wet, sticky mess of her own juices was a small price to pay for staying at his side regardless.
She groaned as her fingers brushed her opening, images of her latest dream dancing in her mind. He had been naked, of course, looming over her, pressing down on her, keeping her voluptuous pale form against the cool floor. Strong hands exploring her body, every curve, every inch of sensitive skin his for the taking.
She wished it had been real, every passing day her admiration for The Exile grew. The way he led them from victory to victory, never stopping or giving up despite the insurmountable odds facing them was an inspiration. The way he still found time to help those they met whilst on their missions made her hear swell with pride. She had never imagined a Jedi could inspire her so, certainly not after what Atris had told her, but then again, she never had quite been able to fully trust her. Not like the Exile, now he was someone she could entrust everything to, a man worthy of her allegiance and trust… and obedience.
Her fingers curled against her opening and she crooned, The Exile would make such a wonderful father to her children, if only such a thing was possible.
“H…hah.” She gasped as her fingers slipped into the sopping pinkness between her thighs, probing deep inside her womanhood as her mind raced with forbidden desire. In mere moments she was on her front, ass stuck up in the air as her hands plunged deep into her cunt, filling her little cabin with the debased wet sounds of her masturbation. “Hmmm… Master.” She purred; eyes half-lidded as she slid a third inside herself. “You’re so wonderfully big inside me.
The hand slowly teasing her pearl slipped around her hip and to her rear, “But… I have two holes to be… taken care of.” Her fingers caressed the curve of her body until finding her rosebud, a single digit pressing inside far less delicately than it had the first time she’d explored her own asshole. Soon enough a second joined it and Brianna whimpered, cheeks bright red as her hands danced in and out of her holes.
“M… master!” she squeaked as her body tensed, a flood of orgasmic sensation rolling through her and bringing a fresh jet of quim gushing from her folds. She lay there for a moment, petting herself and sighing with contentment before rolling onto her side and yawning. “My master… my love.” She whispered softly to no-one in particular, bringing her fingers to her mouth and daintily sucking them clean. If the smell of her own nectar aroused her, the taste was almost enough to convince her to go another round, but no, it was time she should get up. She didn’t want the others to become suspicious of her, after all.
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She’d become well-practiced at cleaning up after herself over the past few days, taking only a few minutes to change her sheets and shower before slipping into her usual robes and leaving her cabin. She sighed, feeling relaxed after the morning’s masturbation, and strolled towards the mess to grab something to eat.
The sound of clashing sabers snapped her out of her good mood in an instant, the familiar hum and snap of energy blades cutting through the air and crashing against one another. Brianna’s heart almost stopped, her love was fighting someone, and there was only one person aboard carrying a lightsaber that would ever attack The Exile.
“Exile!” she cried, sprinting into the cargo hold and seeing Visas Marr hammering against her beloved’s blade, her red lightsaber’s light glinting of the golden patterning of the hood hiding her eyes. Her shout got both fighter’s attention, the exile turned his head immediately towards her, a cruel, spiteful grin appeared on Marr’s face. She twisted, ducked under the Exile’s brilliant blue blade and brought her lightsaber slicing upwards towards his throat.
Brianna gasped in horror, only for Visas to stop her blade just millimetres away from The Exile’s flesh. “Ah, my master, defeated again?”
“Damn it.” The Exile groaned, switching off his blade and stepping back. Visas smiled and bowed to him, lowering her blade.
“You fought well, my master, you’re truly an excellent swordsman.” She hummed, hood turning slightly towards Brianna. “But you simply must ignore distractions. If I were anyone else, I may have hurt you, or worse.”
Brianna huffed and folded her arms, cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger. She had known The Exile was seeking training from Visas as well, but part of her had hoped he would give up after seeing her own skills. Why waste time with a sith slave when a clearly superior warrior stood ready to teach him, and was so clearly the superior woman as well? Visas was subtle in her advances, but she was a sith, tainted by the dark side, her lust for power was never truly concealed. She would be a terrible partner and a terrible mother, and the exile deserved better, couldn’t he see that?
“Hmm, the force flows from you, my master.” Visas purred, still looking at Brianna as she stepped lightly around the exile. “I can feel how it touches me, dark and light, life and death, mixing, mingling. It’s perfect, no?”
The Exile cleared his throat awkwardly and shot a quick glance at Brianna. “Yes… I can feel it too. But I’m… I don’t have any interest in the dark side.”
“So you say.” Visas smiled sweetly, turning and sheathing her blade. “Yet you come by so often, eager to train, to learn the secrets of the sith. Or… is it simply that you’ve come to enjoy my company?” The exile looked a little stunned, but visas simply chuckled and bowed to him.
“Until next time, my master.” She breathed in a low, husky tone before turning and stooping to pack away her lightsaber in its protective wrapping. The Exile passed Brianna, nodding slightly to her as he did. She managed a weak smile, anger still roaring in her ears.
“My, my, if it isn’t The Handmaiden.” Visas laughed, pretending to have only just noticed her. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you; I was busy instructing My master.”
“He is not your master.” Brianna hissed.
“Oh, he very much is.” Visas chuckled, “but don’t fret, I’m happy to share him with you.”
“Share!” Brianna snapped. “He is not yours to share! He is his own and he is our leader.”
“Hmm, you sound quite jealous, Handmaiden.”
Brianna’s cheeks darkened all the more. “I am not.” She hissed. “I am… disgusted that someone like you is attempting to sway him to the dark side.”
“Dear girl, I merely told my master what I know of the sith and offered him a few simple lessons.” Visas smiled. “I cannot help it if he finds the dark side more… attractive, than the alternative.”
“You are nothing.” Brianna growled, resisting the urge to leap onto the despicable sith and put an end to her. “Just a bitter shell. You’re hollow, and you try to fill the void with power but all it does is rot you from within. He will never choose you, no matter how you prettily you smile from under that hood. He’s seen your true face, and so have I. You’re wretched.”
“Wretched.” Visas repeated softly, smile gone. “Am I now? And what are you, handmaiden? The virtuous servant pledged to our dear Master? I know your mistress is no friend to him, just as mine is not. Does he know you were sent to spy on him, I wonder? I’ve been completely honest with him.”
“I doubt that somehow.” Brianna sneered. “My loyalty is to him, and him alone. Whilst the only one you care about is yourself.”
“So you say, but I’ve not been lying to him since I came aboard.” Visas smiled, stooping low in a mocking bow. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must shower. It was such an energetic sparring session.”
Brianna scowled as Visas sauntered past, hips swaying under her dark robes. She wanted to scream, wanted to hit something, part of her wanted to grab Visas and beat her into a pulp. Her anger scared her; it was a dark impulse so very different to the comforting feeling of the light-side of the force that usually guided her. Visas was uniquely capable of tempting her into violence and rage it seemed. Jealousy and possessiveness were such new emotions to Brianna, what if her love for The Exile was the path that would take her into the dark?
She shook her head and stalked back to her cabin, sitting on her bed and scowling as she tried to meditate. It wasn’t working, she was still seething with rage, even as she crossed her legs and tried her best to clear her mind. A low, frustrated sigh escaped her.
“Hey.” Her eyes snapped open and she saw the exile, standing in the doorway with a small smile on his face. “I don’t mean to interrupt.”
“No… no you’re welcome to.” Brianna sighed, eyes darting up and down quickly and admiring him. “How may I help you?”
“You looked upset earlier, I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Brianna smiled, heart swelling. “I’m… quite alright, thank you.”
“Was it about Visas?”
“I don’t approve of her being on this ship or training you in her methods.” Brianna admitted. “She is controlled by the Dark-side of the force; it fills and guides her every thought. It makes me… uncomfortable, thinking that she might attempt to corrupt you.”
“She’s not as bad as she seems.” He smiled, “But it’s nice that you worry about me.”
“Yes… well… you are our leader and I believe in what we are doing.” Brianna blushed. “I have enjoyed training you in the ways of the Echani.”
“Speaking of which, do you have time for another duel?”
Brianna’s pulse quickened immediately, her hormones flooding through her body and making her breathless and flushed in an instant. She hid it much better than the first time, but as she stood she was sure her arousal could still be seen in her eyes.
She smiled and brushed back her hair. “I would be happy to. Although…” she frowned, the reality of the situation hitting. “This would be the last. I’ve precious little left to teach you, you’ve been such a quick study.”
“I try.” The Exile smiled. “But hey, there’s no reason we couldn’t still duel after you’ve taught me everything, is there? Everyone needs practice after all.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Brianna nodded, allowing herself a small smile. “Shall we?”
“Here, in your room?”
“There’s enough space.” She shrugged. “Prepare yourself.” She slowly undressed, watching the exile closely as he did the same. He slipped into a prepared stance as easily as he had slipped out of his clothes and Brianna felt a flicker of pride. He had learned well. She mirrored him, cracked her neck, and pounced.
He was good, his jedi training supplementing where he lacked in the Echani styles. With that and how unbalanced Brianna was after her confrontation with Visas it shouldn’t have been surprising that Brianna found herself slammed against the ground with a dull grunt of pain. The Exile gripped her wrists and forced them down over her head, their chests pressing together as he straightened up and smirked.
“I guess you really have taught me everything, that’s the first time I’ve ever won against you.” he laughed. Brianna’s eyes narrowed.
Her legs moved, thighs clapping against his sides. She bit back a soft mew as she felt her womanhood brush his bulge and used all her strength to flip him onto his back. she smiled breathlessly and pushed his hands down.
Their faces were just inches apart, she could feel his length pulse against her underwear as she straddled his waist. “You… are still overconfident.” She breathed softly, smiling and gently tapping his chin. “Pride is as dangerous to a warrior as his enemy is.”
She savoured the look on his face, the feeling of his body pressed snug against hers. His wrists in her hands. His chest against her breasts. His cock against her womanhood, twitching with excitement. There was a faint flush to his cheeks, his dark eyes darted from Brianna’s eyes to her lips. Could it be he was as aroused as she was? That he wanted to be more than student and mentor?
“Handmaiden?” The Exile said softly. “You still there?”
She blinked and blushed, muttering a soft “Sorry.” She rolled her hips back as she dismounted him, leaning back and biting her lip, making sure to milk every moment of contact against her cunt before she was standing and extending a hand to help him stand. She pulled him harder than she’d meant to, bringing him bumping up against her chest and standing close against her, lips parted slightly in a surprised gasp. She mumbled another apology and moved back as far as she could against the wall, still just barely apart from him.
“You… you are an excellent student.” She said, forcing her lust back under control. “It has been my honour to train you in my culture’s ways… I hope that you will return though, it is good to… practice, even when there is nothing more to learn.”
“Nothing for me, maybe.” The Exile hummed thoughtfully. “But… I was wondering if I might return the favour, train you to become a jedi or at least fight like one, if you’re interested?”
She stared at him for a moment before her face split into an overjoyed smile.
“I… I would be honoured!” She beamed before coughing and calming herself. She bowed her head as formally as she could. “It would be my honour, to learn from you.”
He smiled and took her shoulders, squeezing gently. She groaned and rushed forwards, trapping him in a tight hug, her cheek nuzzling against his chest. She brought her head back and said in a quiet, breathy whisper. “I hope I’ll make you as proud as you made me, master.”
“I don’t doubt it for a second.” He laughed, carefully escaping her embrace and stooping to dress. She simply sat back and enjoyed the sight, making a vague show of scooping up her own clothes. As soon as it had begun, the show was over. The Exile waved simply and stepped from the door, leaving her alone with her raging arousal.
She fell back on her bed, grinning from ear to ear and hands slipping down the familiar path to her womanhood. Atris be damned, being trained as a jedi was a dream come true… and then again, from how her exile had blushed and pressed tight against her, perhaps her other dreams would become reality as well?
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“Hmm.” Brianna purred, fingers toying with her master’s hair as his hands roamed down her body, toying with her full, fat breasts before cupping her swelling belly. “Our child grows strong, my master.”
“I can tell.” He hummed, “I worry he might hurt you with his kicks sometimes.”
“He?” Brianna asked, raising a brow.
“Well… I mean…”
“I think she will be as fine a warrior as her parents.” Brianna smirked. “Now, stop stalling and fight me.”
“It’s not my fault.” The exile sighed, stepping away. “You look radiant, my love. It’s distracting.” Brianna chuckled and shifted her footing, letting her mate begin to prepare himself before lashing out with her foot. It was poor sportsmanship, attacking before he was ready, but he wouldn’t hold it against her. Her strikes were neat and precise, but slightly hampered by her pregnant belly. She was heavier than she was used to, slow, and yet…
“Ha!” she grunted, pushing her palm forwards and tossing her husband to the ground, his clothes shredding as she used the force to defeat him as easily as swatting a bug. “You’re holding back!”
He scowled defensively, sitting up and wincing. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hmm, you should be more worried about yourself, husband.” She growled, circling around his naked form and smiling. “Look where your sentiment got you, naked and helpless for my enjoyment.”
“Helpless?” he laughed before yelping as she pounced, pinning him to the ground and slipping a hand down his back to his rear, grabbing him tight. “Whoa!”
“Stay there, master.” She purred into his ear, slowly inching downwards before pushing her face between his cheeks. She hummed, breathing deeply, and slipped her fingers inside him. He let out a low groan that made her grin all the wider, laughing before replacing her fingers with her tongue. She’d come to enjoy the taste of her husband’s ass over the time they’d been together, and as he didn’t complain, she enjoyed it whenever she pleased. It was always best after she’d just defeated him though, having him in such a vulnerable position bringing a new thrill to her.
Predictably, by the time she pulled back he was pulsing and rock-hard, his cock twitching as her long fingers slipped around it. “Roll over, pet.” She cooed, smiling as he obeyed and looked down at her between his legs. She winked and slipped her lips over his head, sinking down over his shaft, bobbing her white-haired head up and down faster and faster. Her tongue swirled around his pole as her fingers returned to his ass, gently probing him to bring him to a quick orgasm. Speed wasn’t of the essence, they had all the time in the world, but Brianna was greedy and hungry for her husband’s sperm.
He exploded in her mouth and groaned, his face such a picture of arousal that Brianna giggled and almost choked on the cum filling her cheeks. She sloshed the thick white goo around her mouth before opening and presenting the mess to him. As he watched, she slipped her fingers into the mess and suckled on them, maintaining smouldering eye contact as she slowly cleaned out her mouth of his seed.
Her tongue stuck out proudly, her smile happy and satisfied. “Ahhh.”
He cleared his throat, propping himself up on his elbows. “That didn’t last long.”
“You should know my appetite for your cum is insatiable, husband.” Brianna smiled sweetly, rolling onto her front and humming as her belly brushed the floor. She wiggled her rear and spread her thighs. “Care to repay the favour, master?”
“Hmm, how can I resist?” he chuckled, taking her by the thighs and yanking her back against him. She whimpered happily as his fingers brushed against her womanhood, teasing her as his face pressed against her rump and slipped his tongue inside her. he was enthusiastic, to say the least, making her into a sopping mess in mere minutes as he drilled into her pucker, his fingers teasing her all the while.
“Hah! M… master, don’t stop!” she squealed, one hand rushing to cradle her pregnancy as the other strained to keep her balanced. He chuckled quietly behind her and patted her rear, his tongue swirling inside her. red-faced and panting, she gave in and rested herself on the floor, hands resting on her thighs as her master slipped two fingers into her, the combined pleasure of her holes being played with bringing her to a loud, messy climax.
She let out a soft whimper as she squirted her arousal over the floor, earning a fond laugh from her husband. She felt his lips kiss their way up her spine, pausing at her shoulder as his length rubbed against the mess between her thighs.
She growled, refusing to lose the high-ground and let him mount her. she turned and pushed him onto his back, sitting on him and smiling. Thanks to her added weight there wasn’t much he could do as she pushed her rear backwards, lining her slick pucker up with his pole and impaling herself in one swift jerk of her hips.
She grunted happily and hoisted her hips upwards, bringing them back down with a satisfying clap of flesh. Soon she was bouncing on his lap, groaning with delight as his hands cradled her rump, his lips playing around her breasts. He filled her perfectly as always, his rod nestled to the root in her hole. She bit her lip and rolled herself against him, her swollen belly brushing his as they pushed close again and again.
“M… master.” She crooned, fingers raking through his hair. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Brianna.” He sighed, hands stroking up her sides to her waist, guiding her up and down as his lips returned to her collarbone. Brianna’s lashes fluttered as The Exile nibbled his way up her throat, lips playing with her earlobe as his hands explored her spine.
He came deep inside her, cradling her in his arms and groaning with pleasure. She purred and pressed her face down against his head, feeling the rush of semen into her ass and the warmth of his body against her pregnant belly. She cried out, spraying her arousal like a fountain and soaking both her master’s belly and her own. She fell against him, letting out soft ragged breaths and sighing with delight. This was the most perfect moment of her life, the most joyous experience she’d ever had. Her master and husband inside her, their child soon to be born, she was free, and she was loved, and she was happy.
What more could life possibly offer her?
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“Hmmmm.” Brianna sighed softly, rolling onto her side and stretching under her bedcovers. Even as her nightly wet dreams went, that had been immensely satisfying. She hummed, fingers roaming over her soaking petals and slipping inside.
Everything was going well. she was to be trained by her master, spending more and more time with him. She doubted anything could dampen her spirits, even Visas couldn’t have ruined her good mood now that she’d be getting so close to her beloved exile.
She mewed as her fingers filled her holes, making up her mind. She would tell her master how she felt soon, and then everything would be perfect.
