The Secret Apprentice | Vader x OC

Devotion

Shyly, I looked away and began to stare at the door, pretending to preoccupy my thoughts.

His hypnotic voice reached my ears, his words triggering an almost painful throb from between my legs, "Oh, don't be so bashful, Reina. It makes it difficult for me to memorize the shape of your beautiful lips."

My eyes shifted back onto his, feeling an impulsive desire to take our close friendship to a much deeper level. The complete isolation tempting me, while the chance of us getting caught exhilarated me.

Samryl must have caught the look in my eye, because the next thing I knew he had dropped his helmet and his gloved hands were gripped onto my shoulders and my back had suddenly been slammed back against the wall of the lift, and his face mere inches from mine.

My breathing became incredibly shaky, his forceful actions triggered yet another unbearable throb as I clamped my legs together as though attempting to hide my arousal. His close proximity, the heat of his body beneath the armor instantly conjured up memories that drowned any sense of reasoning or self-control. My lips crashed into his, and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck in a desperate manner. But in my head, it was not Samryl I was losing my sanity to. It was a specific Sith Lord that my subconscious obsessively began to pray to, begging him as though I were to die otherwise. I wanted to be fucked senseless, to hear those sounds he emitted while against me. The sounds that tormented both my waking moments, and my sleep. My pussy was soaked, and the only thing in my mind was him.

Hands flew to my waist and I was dropped down onto my knees, his armored body pressing almost painfully into mine. We ravaged each other's mouths, shoving our lips against each other as though we were in a constant battle for dominance. His saliva mixed with mine as our tongues fought each other. I was moaning uncontrollably, until a sudden, familiar sensation erupted within my body. The anger, fear, and the sensation of icy fingers trailing down my spine snapped me back to reality. But the anger, it was almost overbearing as it spread throughout my consciousness.

The body against me, the lips and tongue invading my mouth was not Vader. It was Samryl. As if my body had been possessed by the embodiment of rage itself, my hands flew down to his chest and next thing I knew Samryl had been thrown back into the door of the lift, a look of pure anger and shock plastered on his face. The anger faded just as fast as it came, and was replaced with shame, "What the hell was that?"

The anger that had overcome my senses dissipated within the blink of an eye, the odd sensation gone along with it as well, "I-I am so sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you...I fucked up." Just as the words left my lips, the lift came to a halt and the door hissed open. In a desperate attempt to leave his presence out of shame, I blew past him and rushed my way to the docking bay.

My face was dark red, in complete disbelief of everything that had just happened.

I just fantasized about Darth Vader...I almost just fucked Samryl in the damn lift because of my uncontrollable fantasies. Nothing about any of this is even remotely okay. And what the hell had come over me when I shoved him like I was aiming to kill him?

The sensation I had felt in that moment was exactly what I used to feel around Vader. For my own sake, I began to pray to the Gods that I was indeed going crazy. Otherwise, the other reasoning horrified me.

Stopping within an empty hallway, I breathed heavily and decided to test whether or not this invisible tether could help me locate his position upon the Death Star. Closing my eyes, I let out a slow, calming breath. Focusing on finding those familiar, intense sensations that were always associated with his presence, I nearly lost focus as I began to feel it.

The sensation was faint, but the fact I was able to pick up on it shocked me. Beginning to linger on it, I was just about to judge his distance when the sensation suddenly went away. My gut began to tell me that the connection had been purposefully cut, and my focus had absolutely nothing to do with losing it.