#willhuff tarkin

“You! You did this!” Krennic yells in a fury. His face shows his anger but also a hint of betrayal. “Everyone go back inside, I’ll deal with this myself.” He leads me ahead, his pistol pressed against my back.

When Orson knows we’re alone he pushes me up against the wall then steps back to look at me, my clothes sopping wet. He’s smirking now, turns out being mad was all an act. “What’s to be done about you, you naughty girl?”

“Punish me daddy.”

He cranes his neck and swallows hard, “That’s not fair, you know what that does to me…”

“Well, it’s not like you were actually gonna kill me; you like my pussy too much for that.”

He clenches his jaw, looks down then moves closer to me solemnly looking into my eyes, “You know I love you for more than that right?”

“Sometimes it’s hard to know Orson.”

“Then I’m sorry,” he says with a twirl of his cape, back facing me now, “You can go back to work, we’ll talk more tonight.”

“You brought me over here to fuck me right? Don’t stop on my account.”

“I’m trying to prove to you it’s not just about...”

“Orson, I want you to.” He turns back around to me with another twirl of his cape. “I crave your body as much as you crave mine which is why I don’t complain when you force yourself on me…I just haven’t told you…”

Rain still pouring, he stomps over to me putting his soft, wet lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, not letting him go until I feel his hard cock against me. He quickly takes off his belt and works out of his pants as I strip my wet bottoms off as well, already aching for his massive cock.

He lifts me up against the wall, slowly lowering me on him. I lean my head back against the wall as he fucks me ruthlessly. The fact that any minute we could be caught makes it that much more exhilarating. After we both come we manage to catch each other’s gaze. “I love you,” I tell him, running my fingers through his hair messing it up a bit.

“I love you too,” Orson says kissing me one last time before placing me down and trying his best to wring out our damp clothes lying on the concrete.

All my mind can keep thinking is how much I love him.

Orson enters the facility, dramatic as always, “May and I had a little chat,” he announces, “And as it turns out she was just taking the fall for one of you.” That was actually true but he didn’t know that yet. “Consider yourself spared. But if anything else like this happens again every single one of you will pay.”

           “You’re so sexy when you talk like that,” I tell him on our way to the ship.

“Oh really? I just think you like it when I’m in control…”

I punch him in the shoulder and he gives a smirk, we both know it’s true.

Upon entering his quarters he says, “We need to get you out of those damp clothes before you catch a cold.”

“We or just me?” I ask before he flings a towel my way, “Just me then.”

As I wrap the towel around me I watch as Orson strips down. I bite my lip as lust fills me as he stands there completely naked before me. For once he didn’t notice and wraps a towel around his waist. I’m somewhat disappointed but I didn’t dare ask him to fuck me again.

Orson sits on the bed next to me and I confess, “It wasn’t just me who had a hand in betraying you…” he raises an eyebrow, “I was just more than willing to take the fall knowing you wouldn’t kill me.”

“Well who was it?”

“Galen.”

Orson bows his head then adjusts himself. “I knew his heart didn’t solely lie with the Empire…of course I thought yours did.”

“My heart lies with you,” I reply.

Not a moment later there’s a knock on the door, “Come in,” Orson bellows.

The death trooper enters, “The Emperor has requested your presence.”

“I’ll need a moment to get ready then I’ll be on my way.”

“Good luck explaining why you didn’t kill me,” I say.

“Everything will be fine,” he assures already half dressed in a new uniform, “and if not I will figure something out…Now be a good girl while Daddy’s gone,” he teases, dipping two large fingers inside me surging me with a raging pleasure. He licks my wetness off of his fingers before putting on his leather gloves and finishing up. I give him a dirty look but he doesn’t need to look at my face to know that.

           In the morning the two of us get dressed and ready for work like normal. Orson’s on a tight schedule and can’t afford to make any mistakes so he’s already wound tighter than normal.

“I have a lot to sort out today so I might be home a little late, “he says kissing me on the cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With the scandal Galen and I had concocted and Orson letting it slide the Emperor sent a Grand Moff over our way to overlook and advise what was going on. Nothing pissed off Orson more especially since he knew that Grand Moff was his arch rival, Wilhuff Tarkin. That being as it was I was the one to meet with him today.

           “You’re nearly late,” Tarkin growls as I walk in.

“Nearly,” I restate.

“What happened yesterday?” he asks, getting right to business.

“Orson just talked to…”

“I prefer to trust you over him.”

“Very well. I did aid the pilot in escaping with sensitive information that could assist the rebels in gaining ground in their fight against the Empire.”

“Normally we are to kill you but seeing as how many of our officers have taken quite the liking to you it’s better to keep you alive to avoid any outrage.”

“How generous,” I snark.

Tarkin smirks, “Feisty as always.”

“Now I’m assuming one of those officers that have taken a liking to me includes you right? I haven’t forgot how I ended up here.”

“Nor have I.”

And with that I turn around and walk out of there. Seeing Tarkin again fills me with so many mixed emotions. Our relationship is something only the two of us can understand…

           I first met Tarkin after he and his stormtroopers had slaughtered my Jedi sisters and brothers. I was the last one standing but they didn’t kill me. I had already been horribly wounded but could still put up a good fight. However, eventually I was brought down to my knees before the tall and demanding Tarkin after being dragged through the bodies of the fallen. The force wept with their loss as did I.

I look up at Tarkin with eyes consumed by a furious rage. He found it amusing.

“Where is your father?” he bellows.

“I don’t know. But even if I did I wouldn’t tell you…”

That received a quick punch across the jaw. “Put her on the ship,” he commands.

The troopers tie me up, slam me down on a seat then wait for their next instructions but Tarkin sends them away leaving the two of us alone. “Where is your father?” he asks in a more calming voice this time.

“I told you…I don’t know…he left me…” I can barely speak as I’m on the verge of passing out or dying from blood loss.

Tarkin sighs, “What blood type are you?”

I barely tell him before he swiftly gets up, finds, and runs back with some sort of first aid kit. He strips the top half of his uniform, leaving only a black tank top, then cuts my sleeve off and starts a blood transfusion to my absolute disbelief. “Why…why don’t you just kill me then?” I never got an answer as I’d passed out anyway.

When I wake up I’m no longer bound by anything and I’m lying on a very comfortable bed. I turn to my right to see Tarkin admiring my lightsaber. “The force will never bow to you.”

“Oh good, you’re awake,” is his response, putting my saber down.

I sit up slowly and realize that I’m just in my underwear and that my wounds are all patched up. His eyes go right to my breasts so I cover them up with the sheet, “Tell me why I’m here.”

“You are on my Star Destroyer.”

“But why!” I command, grabbing my saber back with the force. I light it up and get up, placing it at his throat. The same fury is in my eyes as before and he just looks at me with pleasure. I close the saber and wait for a response.

“Stay and work for the Empire until the weapon is complete. Once it is I’ll need your Jedi skills to get what I want and then I’ll set you free.”

“I’d rather die than work for the Empire.”

“No you wouldn’t…”

“What do you know?” I yell taking a forceful step forward.

He stands up before me, “You may be a Jedi, but you’re no saint…”

I place my hands around his neck and slam him against the wall, tightening my grip, but he doesn’t fight back. Instead he unclips my bra and pulls down my panties.

I loosen my grip on his neck, my face full of shock. A smirk falls upon his lips and desire fills his eyes. My hands move down to his uniform, I grab it and pull him up against me so I can place my lips on his.

We stood there for a while, devouring each other before he squeezed my ass and brought me right up against him so I could feel his erection. He pulled back from the kiss to say, “My beautiful Jedi, let me ravish you even if it’s just for tonight.”

When he said that I fucking knew I couldn’t stop myself then. No man had ever spoken to me with such passion before and I needed to know what it felt like when a man like that took me to bed…

All I could do was bite my lip and nod and then he gave the biggest sly filled smile.

I pull away from him and start to take off his uniform but he protests, “No, no beautiful, I’ve got this.”

So I went back onto the bed, putting my saber in the nightstand drawer, and watch as he takes off his uniform. My eyes, of course, land on his sizable cock.

Tarkin gives another little smirk before climbing over me. When I spread my legs for him he softly says, “Perfect…”

He slowly inserts his cock watching my face change as he gets farther inside. Tarkin moves his hand to the back of my thigh, guiding it along so that I know to wrap my legs around his torso.

When I catch his gaze I quickly turn away as he starts to thrust his length into me.

He made me feel so good but I was fighting back my moans but finally it was too much for me and after a harder thrust I let out a loud moan. He immediately encourages me, “That’s it my beautiful Jedi, scream for me…”

Soon I’d come around his cock with a loud, pleasure filled moan and he’d growl an, “Oh fuck…” before spilling himself inside me.

Panting he goes and lies next to me. I just stare at the ceiling catching my breath and thinking what did I just do?

To be continued...