DE - Lewd #2 - Alana x Amenge "The Power of the Dark Side"

“Peace,” Amenge said, beginning to recite the Sith code into Alana’s ear. “Peace is a lie.” His hands went from Alana's shoulders to her sides, fingers holding her waist just above her hips.

She shivered in his grip, feeling an electric current of excitement running through her body at his touch.

“There is only passion.” He said, pulling Alana tighter against him. “Passion is strength.” With practiced care, Amenge gracefully took the antique lightsaber from Alana’s tenuous grip. The blade safety automatically engaged and the red beam snapped off, plunging the room into darkness.

 “Through strength, I gain power.” Amenge turns Alana around to face him, one hand on the small of her back, the other cupping her chin to lift her face to his, leaving her staring up into faintly glowing yellow eyes.

She wasn’t used to being handled so carefully, like a precision tool in his hands, but she wasn’t objecting either. Already she felt her heart hammering loudly, felt an almost animal craving for him.

“Through power,” Amenge continued with a smile, “I gain victory and through victory my chains are broken.”

Without further need for encouragement, Alana stood on tiptoe, leaning into a kiss. It’s gentle and only lasts a second before it’s broken, the pair standing alone together in the dark, staring into each other’s eyes and breathing softly.

Staring into those strangely lit eyes, Alana recalled her father’s warning about not getting involved with Amenge and Darksiders before she pushed it away, falling into a longer, more passionate kiss. It took her a moment to realize that her feet were moving. Vende was walking her steadily backward until her back found the wall of his study.

Their tongues flicked together as they held one another, Amenge’s hands going up her sides, over her ribs, to cup and squeeze her breasts together, his fingers rasping over the silk fabric of her gown.

Alana moaned softly into his mouth as he massaged her before he hooked his fingers over the top shelf of the fabric and slid the dress front down, freeing her breasts. The momentary self-consciousness she felt was washed away when Amenge broke the kiss and lowered his mouth to suckle on one of her exposed nipples. Alana’s eyes fluttered closed and her hand automatically went to the back of Amenge’s head, her fingers running through his hair as he flicked a tongue over her nipple.

As good as it felt, it only made her want more, her grip tightening on the back of Amenge’s head.

Before she realized what had happened, the Grand Inquisitor had straightened up and laid a hand on the back of her head, pressing down lightly.

She responded on instinct, lowering herself to her knees before him and settling back to sit on her heels, eye level with his belt buckle.

Alana was a Baroness and an admiral, highly respected and feared in her respective circles. But now she was powerless before Amenge, undoing his pants to pull out his rock hard erection. It wasn’t her first time, but it was her first time in a long time and she hesitated, wrapping a hand around the base of it and giving a slow, appreciative stroke.

Amenge grunted and shifted his hand from the top of her head to the back, gripping a handful of her hair.

Alana flicked her gaze up to his eyes before looking back down to his member and closing them, pulling his head into her mouth and closing her lips behind it, forming a soft ring around his cock. She was out of practice and started slowly, bobbing her head and matching the steady rhythm with her hand, soon building up to speed.

The Darksider pressed forward, wanting to dive into the back of her throat, pressing for the warm, wet sensation of her mouth, but Alana held him lightly at bay, not keen to gag during their first time together and wanting to maintain some shred of dignity. Amenge reached over her and planted a hand on the wall, holding himself upright while Alana ran her tongue around his head, her hand pumping his shaft.

She looked up into his staring eyes, his taste in her mouth and imagined that this must be his ultimate power fantasy, having his way with the woman he had so long lusted after. She was certainly happy to oblige that fantasy, but she also was eager to take part, feeling hot and wet between her legs, an impatient ache longing to be filled.

It wasn’t long before Amenge had enough, drawing himself from her mouth with a wet ‘pop’.

Alana gasped. “Are you-?” she was drawn back to her feet by strong hands, momentarily unsteady as she found her balance in her high heels and then she was against the wall, his hand locked on her throat, thumb pressed to her jugular.

Amenge kissed her while he held her pinned, her airway constricted just enough that she found even breathing in through her nose a struggle. Even so, she didn’t stop stroking his cock as he kissed her and choked her.

She wondered momentarily how many victims of the Inquisition he might have choked out in this manner, not even allowed the small, merciful breaths of air she drew in. The thought didn’t last long before it was blown away by two other revelations. The first was that Amenge had run a hand up her dress, between her legs and was pushing softly rubbing her clit. The other was that the zipper on the back of her dress was being drawn down when the Inquisitor had no free hand with which to do that.

Alana allowed herself a soft, high moan from the ministrations between her legs and tried to relax. It occurred to her that what she was feeling undressing her, was the force.

As he fingered her, Amenge played a game with her, gradually increasing the pressure on her throat until she couldn’t breathe at all and holding her like that for a few seconds, just enough for her to panic before he eased off, allowing her to suck in a shaky breath and then he would repeat the process.

She hardly noticed when her dress fell to the floor leaving her utterly naked.

His fingers pressed into her and she gasped again, increasing her stroking.

“Beg,” Amenge said.

“W-what?”

“Beg for it,” Amenge said, tightening his hand on her neck, “Beg for me to give you what you want.”

Alana had never begged for anything in her life, she’d always been accustomed to getting what she wanted on her own. The pressure on her clit lightened, the speed of Amenge’s rubbing slowed.

“Nooo . . .” Alana moaned, trying to recapture the pleasure she’d been feeling.

“Then beg,” Amenge repeated, a smile spreading across his face. “Ask me to show you mercy.”

Alana kept up her own steady stroking of his cock. It was rock hard and ready, just as ready as she was. It was obvious what he wanted, and what she wanted and her pride wouldn't get that for her. “Please.”

“Please?” he asked.

“Please fuck me.”

All at once he released her and she found herself being turned around, her bare chest pressed to the wall while he held a tight grip on her hips. Alana bit her lip as she felt him probing between her legs before finding her wet cunt and sliding in.

“Ah!” she cried as he glided into her, the two of them, at last, joined in carnal pleasure, marveling at the feel of one another.

Amenge held her back against his chest as he thrust into her, struggling against her tightness, his breathing becoming ragged and irregular.

“I wanted this,” He whispered in her ear between thrusts, “for so long.”

Alana was still struggling to catch her breath between the choking session and his rough fucking and could only gasp out his name.

Alana came just a second before he did, gasping as his shot his hot load into her tightening vagina. Her legs were shaking and she almost lost balance before Amenge caught her and held her close.

“Are you alright?” he asked, breathing hard.

Alana nodded, feeling suddenly sore all over. “Yes, I- I just- I never-”

“It’s okay.” He put his arms around her, hugging her close, a move she reciprocated, her head resting against his chest. “You can stay here for the night. I’ll have a room prepared. There were a lot of firsts for both of us. I’ll see you again?”

Alana nodded automatically. “Yes.”

“Excellent. Alana, I’m so glad you came. I really have waited my whole life for this moment.”

“I’m glad I came too,” Alana replied, her mind already going to thoughts of her fleet, and protocol for being absent longer than planned. “Thank you.”

“Come. Let’s get to bed.”