The Secret Apprentice | Vader x OC

Devotion

My anger seethed out from between my gritted teeth, "You teasing piece of shit..." As if Vader himself was starved of my touch, he yanked me forward before forcefully slamming my back against the wall again, clearly using his aggression to relieve a portion of the tension he wasn't about to unleash on me.

Recognizing this, I let out a desperate cry, "...Please, Lord Vader...give it to me..." My words successfully drove him closer to allowing himself to unleash his built up anticipation upon my body, provoking him to begin choking me again.

His breathing grew heavier, and I could feel his burning gaze exploring the lustful look in my eyes as I didn't dare break eye contact with him. The fact I was standing up to him and not submitting infuriated him, the conditions around us began to shift along with his rising temper. Despite the danger I was putting myself into, I knew just how close I was to breaking him.

His right hand finally slid downward, cupping my drenched pussy possessively before plunging a single digit into my cunt. The incredible pleasure that shot through my core caused my legs to give in, and I was caught and held in place by the Force rather than my neck. He let out a dangerous hum, almost growling through the modulation of his suit, "Samryl could never possibly be capable of achieving such divine levels of arousal out of you as I can."

His words caused my eyes to widen, but before I could respond, he forcefully fit another finger inside of me, allowing them both to linger in place just to fuel my insatiable levels of hunger for him. His grip loosened just enough for me to breathe, my eyes were clenched shut as a sharp inhale filled my lungs, the feeling of his fingers stretching the opening of my cunt overwhelmed me. I began to let out desperate, submissive whimpers beneath his control.

My noises satisfied him, leading him to loosen his grip on my throat even more in anticipation of forcing more cries out of me, "...Yes...so irresistibly tight...submit yourself to me, and only me." He possessively demanded, ordering me to force Samryl out of my sense of interest. To add fuel to the fire, he began to fuck me relentlessly using two fingers. His incredibly powerful motions left me nearly screaming beneath his will, riding out my pleasure as my hips began to sway against his hand. My reactions led to him slipping out one of his near-silent, low, addicting groans. I yearned so strongly to fuck him, to have dominion over the amount of pleasure he would recieve from my body. The temptation of having any ounce of control over such a powerful Sith led me to slam my hips down into his fingers, wishing it were his cock instead, "...Fuck! Yes!"

In response a breath of his came out shaky, almost like a shutter had shot painful lusts throughout his body. Despite being so distracted by his overwhelming control over my body, I began to fear the chances of getting caught. Whether it be somebody discovering Vader and I in an inclosed area with one another, or my cries getting overheard by somebody.

Vader let out another heavy breath laced with temptation before speaking, "Let them listen."

Before I could object, his fingers suddenly began to bend and I was once again being held onto reality by his domination over me. Cries were forced out of my lungs and my orgasm quickly began to build. The new sensation led to me to suddenly grip onto his left arm for dear life, no longer worried about his grip on my throat. He rumbled out of pure satisfaction, "Give in to me. Pledge yourself to me. You are mine." His sentence ended in an aggressive growl fueled by his demand of me.

My legs trembled harshly as I let out a scream, "Yes! Oh yes!!" My walls tightened around his fingers as an orgasm ravaged through my body, my grip on his arm causing my knuckles to turn white. He reveled in the sensation of my devotion to him, my orgasmic fluids coating his fingers serving as proof. The instant my orgasm came to conclusion, my body had been held up entirely by the Force alone. My damp pants undoubtedly displayed the evidence of just how much control he had over me. Satisfied, he slowly withdrew his hand from between my legs. Determined to return even an ounce of the torture back onto him, my hands flew to his and instantly his fingers were in my mouth. My tastebuds became overwhelmed with the unique taste of my sex while my tongue rolled around his fingers and I proceeded to take more of him into my mouth. My actions were rewarded with another, much longer growly groan that was once again barely picked up by his suit. Sucking on his fingers now, I made sure to keep my eyes on his. Having lapped up the entirety of my juices from his skin, I released my hold on him. His grip then released my neck, and the hold he had on me with the Force was also released. With my legs too shaky and weak to stand, he suddenly lunged forward quick enough to catch me in his arms before I hit the floor. His perfect reflexes, and the reality that he had decided to catch me rather than let me fall shook me to my core. What he did was the very last thing I expected him to do. As if snapping out of his moment of kindness, something else buried it as he yanked me to my feet.

The demand of his came out in an almost hostile tone, "Stand." His hands then left my body, forcing me to regain control over my wobbly legs. My heart sank as I watched him retrieve his glove and approach the door of the ship, pulling it back on before suddenly coming to a halt before it. His back to me, his head turned as though to look at me over his shoulder, "If Samryl touches even the tiniest speck of hair upon your body again, not a single soul within the entire galaxy would be powerful enough to spare him from the blade of my lightsaber." Vader then resumed his descent down the ramp, leaving me mortified. His presence was felt growing more distant with each passing second. This left me feeling defiled, frightened, and afraid for my friend's life.