Master Apprentice
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The floor here is marble, black shot through with gold. I glide over it, my boots moving easily as I fall into place at my master's back. I feel him reach for me through the Force, our spirits melding together and we move as if we were one. Thrust, parry, up, down, side to side. Defending his back as he defends mine. No shot can get past us when our spirits are joined in the Force. I feel his every move as if it were my own, an extension of me and I of him.
The floor here is carpeted, the thin weave almost soft, but hardly enough to cover the leeching cold of the metal floor of the starship. Sliding to my knees, they touch his as I sit back on my haunches. I watch my master for a moment as he kneels across from me. His eyes are closed, face serene as he sinks into the Force's embrace and, closing my own, I join him. Our minds meets, spirits linking as we explore ourselves, the Force, and affirm our place within it.
The floor of our quarters is a deep brown, cherry nut wood. It is hard against my head, my back, my buttocks; cold on my naked skin. A touch of the Force still remains in the ancient flooring and it holds me in a gentle embrace as I wait for my master to join me -the wood, the lives of those who tread upon it, whispering faintly against my skin. The floor vibrates with the soft slap of feet against it and then he is standing over me, looking down at me, tongue running slowly over his lips. My gaze moves up and down his long body and I open my arms in mute invitation.
His lips are finally one mine and we become fused together as we devour each other's mouths and then he is licking me, kissing me all over. He tastes me, pulling my flavour into his own body. Licking me, making me wet and my hands follow his trail, spreading his saliva along my body, fingers gliding over my own flesh made silky by his hot, wet tongue.
His hands, hot, firm, sure, push my legs up, pushing my knees apart. I grab my legs behind my knees and hold myself splayed open for him. Each buttock is taken in a hand and his fingers spread me so that he may taste me most intimately. His tongue and mouth work at the crease in my bottom, teasing my opening. My head is moving from side to side, hitting the floor as I writhe beneath the onslaught of pleasure.
Pushing into me, his tongue joining our bodies, making us one as he wets my passage, slicking me for what is to come. Noisy, sucking kisses, and his tongue, pressing against, pressing in and pushing far into my body. But I crave more, I need more and he knows, our minds already melding together, our pleasure already shared.
He surges over me, sliding slickly into me and as one hand wraps around my erection, the other grabs my braid and pulls me up until our mouths meet. His hips piston his phallus into my body, in and out and in and out. I can feel his balls hitting the underside of my buttocks and I can feel the bones of his hips pressing into the soft flesh of my inner thighs as he rocks into me again and again and again. His hand on my erection moves, pumping me, squeezing me as my body is squeezing him. He doesn't let go of my braid, grasps it tighter, holding me against him, my mouth ravaged by his.
I can taste myself. The earthy taste of my body and I can taste him, the flavour of desperate need flowing into me with his tongue. Faster he moves, and faster I move, the pleasure building, the pleasure intensifying. The pleasure joins our body, makes us one, joins physically what is already joined in spirit, in emotion, in the Force.
End.