The Secret Apprentice | Vader x OC

The Battle of Hearts

Chapter 12: The Battle of Hearts

The way his lips felt against mine was beyond any point of my imagination. He was forceful and greedy against my mouth, lowering his body down onto mine to create more skin-contact. His bare torso against my form filled my body with overwhelming sensations. The heat from his body drew me in as though it were my saving grace, my legs wrapped around his abdomen, my hands burying themselves in his hair. The anticipation, his rough actions in desperation led me to pull onto his hair. At this point, he began to gain entry into my mouth. Our saliva began to mix and he became more forceful with his kiss. His hands left my body, his lips never leaving mine while I returned the rough treatment. Returning the roughness exhilarated him, and I could feel him addressing himself by undoing his trousers to release his aching size. I did not dare attempt at pushing past his boundaries regardless of how badly I wished to handle him.

His hands moved to my wrists to release my grip on his hair, following his actions strictly. His tongue made contact with mine, and my entire body felt as though it had been struck by lightning. The situation was rapidly intensifying, and my grip on my self-control was dwindling. My body wanted to act entirely on its natural instincts, and my fear of being executed began to fade.

The situation came to a stabilization once his lips left mine, but by that point my overwhelming desires left me impulsive. My legs flew downward, to grab hold of his hips to yank him to the point I felt his length jab along my lower abdomen.

He let out a delicious grunt in response to my urgency, a deep growly hum trailing on afterward to hint at the intensifying shortage in his will to resist my temptations. His size had left behind a thick trail of lust along my groin and abdomen, his cooling fluids chilling my skin while exposed to air. He regained his dominant role in the situation by grabbing with an intense grip on both of my knees. He pushed them downward, spreading my legs entirely to reveal my innocence to him. With eyes glazed over and my overwhelming need for him displayed within my begging gaze, I added fuel to the fire, "...my lord...please...I beg of you. Give me what we both need so badly...my virginity is yours to take...my pledge remains with you..."

His voice was low and raspy, sending delicious sparks of desire throughout my body, "..Such deep degrees of devotion.." he teased, slipping his hardened length between both of my soaking wet folds. The pleasure that erupted from the awful extent of his teasing forced my back to arch, letting out a pitiful cry. His size pulsated between my swollen folds, my sex soaking him in a sticky wet nectar while my body heat just about sent him into an animalistic frenzy.

The twitch of his size so close to where I needed him the most sent me over the edge. My hand threw itself down between us to grab onto him, but his hand had remained in its position inches from our heated regions. His sharp reflexes led him to snatch a hold onto my wrist, preventing me from making contact with his erection buried against me. His irresistible voice remained flooded with lust and desire, now dripping with the pleasure he had been feeling, "..endure the insatiable quantities of our painful desire..it is not yet time for us to give in to temptation.."