The Secret Apprentice | Vader x OC

The Battle of Hearts

Staring up at him, my heart continued to race and my breathing was heavy. His grip on my wrist was released, and instead I gripped onto the blanket beneath us. His hand placed itself tormentingly close to my needy pussy, putting pressure onto the bone of my hip to provide himself with better control over my movements. His right hand held onto my shoulder, suddenly utilizing the Force to shift my body to where my hips were elevated off the bed. He angled himself to lean over me, rolling my hips to where my back curved enough to allow him to shift against me without either of us worrying about accidental penetration. My legs were folded inward against my body with both of them spread, his hands gripping onto my ankles to keep my legs folded and secure.

With our position situated, he began to shift his hips to tease at the incredible sensations he would create for us. His movement was slow, but it allowed for his size to slide along between my folds to create friction. He had barely produced much movement, and it was already impossible for me to remain silent. The way he forced his arousal in and out of my drenched, swollen lips created the dirtiest noises while my fluids undoubtedly slithered down his shaft.

I had no ability to tell what he had been focusing on, whether it was the pleasure plastered onto my face, the motions he was managing between us or my body. Regardless, the intensifying waves of overwhelming ecstasy sent me into a different plane of existence. There was no control over my whimpers and cries, my sounds pushing him farther to add more strength into his movements. His seed began to leak, carried along with each intensifying pulsation of his length. His premature seed rapidly mixed in with my hot sex, his hands began to grip me harder as the intensity rose. His breathing evolved into a display of his own pleasure, grunting into his movements while knowing that my cries would conceal them. He began to pant, the pressure building so heavily he began to sweat. The movement of his hips became ravenous, throwing me into a high I felt I'd never come down from. My skin glimmered with sweat and my body writhed beneath him until his movements lost all momentum. Instead he slammed his hips into my pelvis, repeating the motion with each orgasmic wave that hit him. His release left my body speckled with his hot seed, most of it mixed in with my own orgasmic fluids between my legs.

The event left my body trembling against his, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Him, on the other hand, began to sound alarmingly raspy, struggling more intensely than I to catch a breath.

Worrying about the sounds emitting from his throat, he caught onto my worry to proceed to make his way off the bed. The Force's hold on my body ceased, and I attempted to follow him as he turned his back on me and resituated himself.

"..Will you be okay? Can I help at all..?" My words were soft and gentle, not wanting to anger him while in a state of vulnerability.

With his trousers fixed, he turned to face me, putting both hands on the bed to partially lean on it. His voice was almost just as raspy as his breathing, "..By remaining silent..".

Something must have triggered the med droid to return to the room, because it re-entered with a specialized respirator prepared. The mask was wired to the droid itself, it stopped before him. It requested he sit, he did not respond to it but sat himself down.

Remaining silent for him, I observed while he took the mask and held it over his nose and mouth. The droid began to mechanically hum quite loudly as it provided him with what I would assume to be a heavily medicated mixture of oxygen. Whatever he is breathing in must be the same form of oxygen that his suit provides him with, but with more medication mixed in. The exertion he put himself through must've been more than what the room's ventilation system could provide for him.

He spoke into the mask he kept molded against his face, his voice drastically better than it was, "you have answered your own questions correctly." Despite him being on the bed, he did not turn his attention onto me. The droid began to scan along his diaphragm, the bright light's ray illuminating enough for me to decipher the color of his hair. It was a light brown color, but the scanner cut out before I could linger on his hair for very long. The droid drew out some kind of cord from a panel attached to it, reaching to Vader to presumably connect it to one of the holes in his chest. Rather than allowing the droid to go through with its analysis to ensure he had sustained no injuries of any degree, he snapped at it, "We are done here."