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A Fall From Above	By : Poem Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 25239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wooh, can't wait to get into some of the other stuff I have planned now, hehe. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated! :D

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Rinna threw her head back, her eyes shut tight as she ground against his leg. She could feel the hard length of his shaft against her hip, rigid and insistent, and she could feel how much her body craved the fullness it offered. It was maddening, having it so close, only separated by some pants and a Republic pilot's pride, and not being allowed to have it. She had been so taught, so close and so frustrated, that nothing but a brush of his leg had sent her over the edge the first time. But it wasn't enough. Her body knew all too well what it was missing, and she knew she couldn't be satisfied with this. She needed something more.

Not that the pilot was like to give it to her. She could feel his resistance as easily as she could feel his cock, both as hard and stubborn. He didn't want to fuck her. He didn't want his body to win out over his pride. Which, sure, she could understand. To a point. But leaving her like he had had been nothing short of cruel. The last few . . . what had it been, hours? . . . were a torturous blur to her, a hell her mind was already trying to blot out. She'd never felt such frustration before, never been so out of her mind with need for something that she had lost all control. It was like some awful fever dream, plunging her into a nightmare that threatened never to let her wake.

When she'd surfaced enough to clear her head, struggling not to fall back into the mindless, thrashing lust she had been in, she had begged. Not like the out of her mind begging from before. That had been her body on autopilot, saying whatever it thought might get her what it wanted in that moment. No one could truly fault her for that. But this begging had been clearheaded, enough to be considered her own, and not that of a mindless physical form searching for release.

She'd begged him, just for one hand. She didn't care that he was in the room, didn't care what he saw her do. Didn't care if he stayed to watch or left. It was of no consequence to her. She just needed it, so badly. She'd rather have his help, honestly, but fuck it, if he didn't want to, she could take care of herself. Well, hell, at that point she would have let old Commander Horkath help her, fuck if she cared. As long as it could stop the godawful aching.

For a moment, she'd been sure he was going to refuse. He'd tied her up for a reason, probably scared she'd come after him again. She certainly wasn't against rape at this point. It wasn't likely that he was going to risk that now, when she looked like she might get past it soon. But it was too much for her. God, if he didn't let her have a hand, she was going to go crazy. “Or something to grind against, god . . .”

As it was, she had been surprised. She was too lost to hear him when he got up, but her ultra-sensitive body certainly felt him as he crawled his way up the bed. Her body had arched, reaching towards him and any form of friction, of heat, she could get. His legs pinned her own, and he was too far above to reach with her chest. She wanted to scream in frustration.

Her mind had been a blur by that point, losing herself into the crazed world of the drug. Her body was ripping control back from her, her legs twisting as they tried to capture him, her face reaching forward to catch something, anything. “If he lets me go, I'm not going to let him go,” she realized, as she ran her mouth mindlessly against his collarbone. “I'm going to do exactly what he's worried I will.”

Telling him to stop had been next to impossible. But she had. Some part of her was in control enough to know that she couldn't control herself. She'd get her release, but she'd hurt his poor pride. And for some reason, that had been enough to stop her.

It wasn't enough to stop her begging now, though. She'd gotten release, but it wasn't enough. She wanted that full feeling, the hard, unyielding feeling of his cock buried inside her. She needed it as much as before, maybe more so now. She could feel the way he shook above her, his labored breathing, the insistent press of his shaft at her hip. He had to need it by this point too. Denying her was pointless. They were both in desperate need, and hell, he could blame it on the drug so as not to hurt his stupid pride. He just . . . had to . . .

“Fuck, Onasi, PLEASE!” Her voice sounded high and sharp, a desperation laced through it that was all too clear. If he left her, tied her up and left her again, she would go insane. There was no doubt about that to her. She couldn't handle it again, not again. She needed this like a drowning person needed air.

When he moved so suddenly, she had to gasp in surprise. He had hesitated so long she had been sure he was going to deny her, just string her up and leave her to die. But suddenly his hands were at her stomach, shoving her shirt up, ripping at it to gain the access he wanted. Big warm palms covered her breast, kneading them roughly as his mouth went to her throat, nipping at the smooth flesh he found there. She cried out her gratitude, arching into him, her own hands running the length of his back, raising welts as she raked across him.

“Yes, Carth, yes . . .” Her mouth was no longer hers, the words pouring out unbidden and unthought. Her body had taken control once more, so eager to get what it wanted, tasting that release so close. She had only enough control not to rip his trousers from his body, plunge him into her whether he planned to or not. Whatever he was willing to give her, she'd take it. She wouldn't risk scaring him off, not when she was so close to getting what she needed.

But now that he had given in, it seemed like he'd lost all pretense of being the gentleman. His hands were rough on her skin, the nips at her throat turning to bites that were sure to leave some mark in the morning. He was grinding against her now, too, his breath coming in gasps as he ran his length against her. She yanked the leg pinned between his up, pressing against him for a moment, drawing a growl from his throat, before pulling it out from under him and wrapping it around his waist. Her other leg followed, pressing her core against his and grinding with abandon. Her head tossed from side to side as she moaned, bucking, trying desperately to reach the release she was on the edge of. All she needed was something to fill her up, and god it was right there, teasing her, so close.

When his rough hands wandered to her hips, yanking at the waistband of her pants, she twisted up off the bed, giving him the access he needed. Two harsh pulls and he had them to her ankles, where she kicked them off mindlessly. Her own hands fell to his hips, trying to rid them of the last barrier, before his fingers found their mark.

The sound she made was deep in her throat, an embodiment of the sudden, overwhelming spike of pleasure shooting through her. His fingers had found her netherlips, pressing roughly into the slick valley there. His own strangled groan would have been drowned out by her cry, if it hadn't been right into her ear.

“Fuck, you're wet.” His voice had her core tightening even harder, trying desperately to clamp down on emptiness.

“Yes . . . Carth . . . fuck, ah . . .” She shoved her hips towards him, working so hard to fill the void inside her. “Please . . . ah . . . inside . . . please . . .”

He took his time, the two thick fingers laid against her, running from her entrance up to the sensitive nub, standing at attention under her folds. Her body shuddered as he flicked against it, teasing it, twirling it between his fingers. She gasped into his ear, urging him on with nonsensical cries as he pushed her closer and closer to her peak.

When his hard hand pressed against her, and those two fat fingers sank into her body, she screamed her gratitude, her body bucking beneath him. He curled within her, pressing against that sweet hidden spot, until her hoarse voice rose again, and her orgasm crashed down around her.

Her mind blotted out white, blind and deaf and oblivious to the world as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. Her mouth was forming words, his name, affirmations, gratitude, things she didn't truly think about before she said them. She couldn't feel anything but the pressing of his fingers and the way his body shuddered above her as she came.

When she came down from her high, he was still stroking her, languidly, his breath sighing in her ear like he was relishing every stroke. Her stomach coiled at the thought, tightening and relaxing in mirror to his motions. She let out a low throaty moan, still so tight that she could feel every movement. Her hands, shaking and unsteady, ran up and down his back, raking patterns through the sweat there.

She slowed when she felt him shudder again. She wasn't so far out of it that she didn't recognize his need. She had gotten some of the satisfaction she needed. Her body would take anything he wanted to give her right then, but it had taken the worst bit of the edge off. But he was still achingly hard. She could still feel it, pressed against her, painfully present. Her body responded to it in kind, arching to greet it, to press it into her and fulfill both of their needs. He hissed at the motion – and started to pull away.

Rinna caught him once again with her legs, trapping him as her shaking hands ran to his hips, yanking at his pants, trying to finish the job they had started earlier. One hand met her, putting up a resistance. But it was weak, more token then anything, and she shoved him aside with ease. He was beaten by this point. He couldn't fight his body but for so long before it won. He was stuck now, and his body wasn't going to let him leave without what it wanted.

The moment she brought his pants down enough to reach his shaft, she abandoned the cloth to reach for the burning skin. It was scalding in her palm, pulsing with his heartbeat so strongly she could feel every wave. He hissed again, his whole body tensed around her, so taut she was worried he might break. Two quick strokes and he would be finished, she knew that. He couldn't last, not like this. But she didn't want him to finish like that. She wanted to feel him cum, not just in her hand, but inside her. She wanted to feel his hot seed pouring into her, the way his body tensed around her as he strained, his groan of release knowing it was her body that had done that to him.

The idea had her panting all over again.

With one hand on his cock, she grasped his hip with the other, pulling him closer as she arched up to meet him, letting her heat meet his. Her legs wrapped sharply around him, holding him there, terrified he would run. But when she ran his length between her slick folds, rocking up to put his head to her entrance, she was met with a surprise. Instead of fighting her, one hard hand came down to hold her hip, trapping her, as he rocked forward in one brutal sweep, impaling her halfway up his length.

She screamed then, a sound of pleasure-pain, that drowned out the tortured sound in his throat. She was stretched so taught, her poor body so tense and unprepared that the sudden assault left her tearing up and fighting to catch her breath. She hadn't expected the pain, but her body had been so ready for the pleasure, it fought to blot all else out. He gave her a moment, both of them breathing hard, little choked sounds in their throats. Then he pulled from her slowly, tortuously, only to slam back into her, deeper than before. She screamed again, but arched to meet him, her body searching for the terrible pleasure that came with the pain.

His rhythm was brutal, unyielding, and unforgiving. His breath was harsh in her ear as he fucked her, each thrust harder than the last. He was like iron within her, so impossibly hard, so impossibly hot, driving her mad even as her body struggled to adjust. She'd had plenty of sex before this, had found satisfaction in all kinds of ways. But this was beyond her. She'd never had it so wild, so mindless, so . . . animal. He was brutal, driven so far to lust by her that his mind had wiped out everything else. And she was just the same, mindless and wild and needing each harsh thrust he gave her. Nothing had even been so good as this.

He drove ine her, powerful in each thrust, until he was hilt deep inside of her, hitting her so deep she felt like she might break. She was shaking, her body fighting to find the release in the pain, until she was gasping right along with him, each thrust blinding her.

Suddenly, he stiffened, his fingers biting painfully into her hip, before he roared to the ceiling. She could feel him flooding her, filling the last recessed of her body to the fullest as he came. It went on and on, his hand holding her captive as he pumped her full, and she struggled to withstand his onslaught, even as she inched closer and closer to the edge once more. His body was shaking again, and he had to move the hand at her hip to hold himself up. Without it to hold her still, Rinna bucked against him, using the last of his draining cock to push her over the edge and into oblivion.

They were both left heaving into each other's throats, shaken and soaked with sweat. Already, Rinna could feel herself drifting off, her poor tortured body so grateful for the release, so exhausted from the battle, she could barely keep her eyes open. As her eyes slid shut, and sleep reached up to take her, she used the last of her energy to press against the pilot's stubbled cheek, her gratitude washing through her like her orgasm.

“God, thank you . . .” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she fell into the realms of sleep. The last thing she was aware of before oblivion took her was the way Onasi's shoulders tensed, and the word grated out through clenched teeth.

“Shit.”
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