The Secret Apprentice | Vader x OC

Devotion

...He cut me off...

Opening my eyes, I began to fear the reality that there may be repercussions for my actions. Letting out a shaky breath, I proceeded with my walk.

The hours passed, and my brain would not shut up about what had happened in the lift. 15 mechanics worked with me in repairing an unidentified ship. I knew most weapons by heart, but ships were something I never quite specialized in. In fact, my first month here was spent learning how to repair and replace numerous components that existed within most mainline starships. As hours passed, the amount of mechanics assisting me began to dwindle down, until the final man ended up retiring to his quarters for the night. Both Sabel and I typically remained at our workstation way past working hours, thanks to our bodies having adapted to functioning with minimal amounts of sleep.

At this moment, I was inside of the starship beneath the metal grate flooring in the main sector of the ship. Tucked away, my headlamp shined onto the piece of the engine I was currently working to carefully extract without damaging any of its surrounding components. My small hands and body gave me an advantage that the guys didn't have. This procedure could be accomplished from the outside of the ship rather than the location I had squeezed myself into, but reaching this specific part of the engine from outside would require extracting the entire engine itself. So instead, I went with the more time-efficient approach.

Working quickly, my mind was loud with the non stop repetition of what had occurred in the lift. Now that I was alone, I was able to delve deeper into the fantasy my mind had previously begun to let play out with Samryl. At this point I had dug myself so deep into this hole of a false reality to where the part of my brain that believed the fact that the thoughts weren't anything but innocent virgin fantasies had been set aside. For once, I was drowning myself with the images my fantasies were playing out within my head.

Despite not having the slightest clue as to what he looks like beneath the suit, I had already fantasized the entire experience we would have had two months ago. If the Grand Moff had never interrupted what Vader had started. From the sounds of his irresistible grunts and groans, to the sounds he could have forced out of me. It all led into the two of us pressed into one another, not a single article of clothing upon our tense skin. He had me held down onto the table in a force-choke, him standing between my legs with his hand between the two of us, controlling just how deep he wanted to plunge me into the dark tunnel of near numbness with the distance between his thumb and fingers. He was claiming my body in the roughest way possible, crashing his hips into mine almost violently. Distancing his fingers from his thumb, the air that filled my lungs and the blood that rushed back to my head reignited every ounce of crippling pleasure all at once. My screams filled the room, and his deep, frightening voice beckoned me into an explosive orgasm. Another fantasy that my brain entertained my heated body and mind with was him in his suit, holding me forcibly up against a wall using nothing but the Force. My clothes had been torn off, and he had been exploiting my virgin depths using the Force. His voice growled out demands, demanding I scream out his name, cum for him and beg for his mercy.

My body shuttered and I had mindlessly let out a muffled cry through my teeth, driven out by the unbearable pain aching from between my legs. I have never been so grateful to be in a public space alone. In an attempt to ease the built up tension that soaked its way through my panties, I began to grind my thighs together. And my body begged uncontrollably for more of the raw bliss that the simple action had produced for me.

With a heavy, shaky breath, the large piece of metal finally turned loose and I drew it out from within the engine. The piece was entirely torn to shreds, and worn beyond any form of recognition.

Climbing out from the crevice, I leave my tools behind as I lug the chunk of metal along with me back to the metal ladder I had drawn down for myself when I initially got down here. Gripping one hand onto the ladder, I began to climb while holding the metal piece with my other hand. Once in reach, I lifted the piece of metal above my head and shoved it away next to the hole in the grate, a heavy crash resulting from the weight of it. Climbing my way out, my brain continued to cause my sensitive bits to tingle as my eyes focused on the piece of metal, my back to the majority of the ship. Taking a quick breather, my breathing was anything but level. I was almost panting, my skin glistening with faint amounts of sweat.