#20minfic

You had no words, every thought slipped from your mind and got lost on its way to your lips, which trembled with your every breath.

Why were you here again? In Vaako’s chambers? Your one night together had been a mistake.

When the Necromongers landed on your planet, the dust storm lasted for days, blinding the unfortunate who’d been too close to the landing site.

Though not as unfortunate as those who had been crushed beneath the ships.

You’d rallied the senators, the politicians, and every snivelling old man who’d spent their lives pursuing power, riches, and control; and set out to try something that you’d known would be impossible.

After all, everyone knew that the Necromongers did not strike bargains.

How you’d ended up in his chambers, you weren’t sure. Your purposeful mission had been side tracked by a beautiful woman with venom in her eyes; you’d been passed around the mother-ship, separated from your heard of witless ‘leaders’ until you’d found yourself in the vast room where you stood now.

His head between your legs, licking and sucking in ways you’d never felt. Pleasure you’d never experienced rushed through you until you bucked and whimpered for more. His strong hands, one holding you down by your hip, the other running up your thigh, grasping, groping, even as his tongue flicked against your clit so gently.

If you glanced down, you’d see his eyes on you. Darkened by lust, they blazed with passion as he studied your reactions, until you’d have to look away, afraid you’d come undone just from looking at him, from hearing the obscene noises he’d make with his mouth on you.

You bit your lip, trying to be quiet as his hand on your thigh journeyed down, until he sunk two long, thick fingers into your aching hole and oh…

His fingers, cold beneath the steel, tightened in warning against your throat. Could he feel your pulse, even through the metal? Could he sense how you were feeling, what you were desperate for?

“Breeder…” He purred warningly, his breath tickling the fine hairs by your ear, “What are you doing here?”

His breathing was jagged, heavy and rough by your ear as he pounded into you from behind, each thrust jolting you forward, making you scrabble for purchase on his silk sheets.

Each push and pull inside you made you grunt and groan, unable to control the sounds you made as you began to almost sob from the stimulation.

Suddenly he pulled you upright, one hand tangled in your hair as he continued to thrust up into you, each thrust causing a grunt to punch its way out of him as his other hand snaked it way between your thighs, circling that little nub of pleasure until you clung to his arm, head thrown back as you cried out.

Distantly, you heard his own shout of completion, and a warm sense of satisfaction stole over you to know you’d brought as much pleasure as you’d received.

“I…” you paused, licking your lips, “I need you again, my lord.”

He pressed his face against your neck, where you could feel his smirk.

He rocked his hips against yours, so gently that you couldn’t feel the hardness you were sure his clothing hid, but the act alone told you he needed you too.

“Say it.” He commanded, licking a stripe against your pulse, making you wriggle in anticipation.

One word fell from your lips, over and over, like a mantra, like a prayer, and with each utterance he only seemed to become wilder in his passion…

The word left you as a whisper, a mere breath, but it was enough for him to slam his mouth to yours, stealing your wits with kisses and wandering hands as he pushed you to the bed.