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lukeandmaraHere are two E/C for the price of one! ;) I believe that 'Call' is the first E/C I ever wrote, back when we were just playing around with the idea. It's very short. 'Skirt' is just some smutty fun... the best kind!!
CALL
by ginchy
He looked the same as he had a moment before, though his smile was a little brighter, if somewhat unsure. Mara recognized the look as one that she had seen in the mirror after her coronation, amazement warring with the call of duty as the new title of Empress had settled over her. She offered him a smile and closed her eyes as he reached for her in the Force, their senses overlapping and merging in silent celebration of his achievement. He had just earned his own title, and though there were not adoring crowds to offer him congratulations, she knew her approval and acceptance were all that he needed.
Stepping forward over the distance between them, she grasped his hand and squeezed it. Pushing up on her toes she let her mouth graze his ear and whispered, “Does this mean I get to officially call you Master, now?”
SKIRT
by ginchy
The Empress clutched the arms of the ornate chair she was seated in, her nails digging into the soft wood. She was breathing fast, panting breaths mingling with the wet sounds of her Consort’s mouth as he knelt between her open thighs. He moaned and the vibration rumbled through her pussy and she drew in a deep breath to stop herself from crying out. She looked down but could only see the voluminous puff of her skirt and the movement of her husband underneath it.
Anyone could walk in on them now and with the expanse of her desk hiding him, she would look almost decent from the chest up, except of course for the red-flush that had crept across her neck, and down over the breasts straining against her bodice. Luke liked the way she looked in her official attire and was not shy about telling her so, but something about the green satin of this dress had set him off, and before she could protest, or offer him a pillow for the comfort of his knees, he had pushed her into her office chair and dove under her dress.
She threw back her head as he removed his fingers from her body and centered them over her clit. She was so hot and wet and turned on by the scent of sex that now hung heavy in her office. Luckily her meetings were elsewhere this day. But that thought was ripped from her mind as her Consort’s tongue wriggled against her pleasure center and she did cry out, hastening to muffle the sound with the back of her hand. His mind connected with hers then, and he shared his hot lust, the melding of their minds far more intimate that the touch of his tongue on her feminine lips.
He kept after her clit, relentless in his loving assault and she came hard all over his tongue, pleasured sobs escaping her throat as her thighs quivered around his neck. He kissed those thighs and murmured softly against her legs until she relaxed, and then she felt a cloth cleaning the excess fluid from her as he worked to set her undergarments back in place.
He lowered her dress and stood in front of her, but she was barely held upright by her chair, her head lolling back. She could feel him eyeing the skin of her exposed neck, his gaze following the line of it down to the modest cleavage she was showing. She finally looked him in the eye, smirking at the sight of his wet mouth and the hot need the jutted from under his trousers. “I’ll get you back,” she mouthed.
“I’m sure you will, my Empress,” he said, and moved toward her, only to stop at the last moment and she knew that he realized he could not kiss her with her pussy cream on his face.
“But first I have to make it through a whole day of meetings.”
Luke grinned. “Don’t worry. What happens under the skirt stays under the skirt, Mara.”
Mara rolled her eyes. “Sometimes you’re really lucky you’re so cute and hung like a rancor,” she said, arching a brow. “Because humor isn’t exactly your forte.”
A smile spread across Luke’s face, but then he turned and walked stiffly away.
*
The day had been long, endless meetings and needless drama. Mara had stopped in her private refresher and set herself to rights before attending the first of the meetings, the only sign of Luke’s morning snack the red flush of her cheeks, and that was a common enough look for her. She ended the day by making another quick trip to the private refresher before heading for her apartment.
She walked into their suite and put her things away, moving further into the rooms, into their bedroom. And there in the center of the bed was Luke, naked and sporting a huge erection. “Did it keep all day?” she asked, feigning amazement.
“Why don’t you come over here and see?”
Mara hitched up her skirts and climbed onto the bed, surprising him as she straddled his stomach with her bare pussy lips. She ground against him and he cried out, jerking against her bottom. She leaned forward and licked his chin, before kissing the mouth that had so pleased her earlier.
Pulling back just slightly she murmured, “Let’s see what else can stay under this skirt….”
CALL
by ginchy
He looked the same as he had a moment before, though his smile was a little brighter, if somewhat unsure. Mara recognized the look as one that she had seen in the mirror after her coronation, amazement warring with the call of duty as the new title of Empress had settled over her. She offered him a smile and closed her eyes as he reached for her in the Force, their senses overlapping and merging in silent celebration of his achievement. He had just earned his own title, and though there were not adoring crowds to offer him congratulations, she knew her approval and acceptance were all that he needed.
Stepping forward over the distance between them, she grasped his hand and squeezed it. Pushing up on her toes she let her mouth graze his ear and whispered, “Does this mean I get to officially call you Master, now?”
SKIRT
by ginchy
The Empress clutched the arms of the ornate chair she was seated in, her nails digging into the soft wood. She was breathing fast, panting breaths mingling with the wet sounds of her Consort’s mouth as he knelt between her open thighs. He moaned and the vibration rumbled through her pussy and she drew in a deep breath to stop herself from crying out. She looked down but could only see the voluminous puff of her skirt and the movement of her husband underneath it.
Anyone could walk in on them now and with the expanse of her desk hiding him, she would look almost decent from the chest up, except of course for the red-flush that had crept across her neck, and down over the breasts straining against her bodice. Luke liked the way she looked in her official attire and was not shy about telling her so, but something about the green satin of this dress had set him off, and before she could protest, or offer him a pillow for the comfort of his knees, he had pushed her into her office chair and dove under her dress.
She threw back her head as he removed his fingers from her body and centered them over her clit. She was so hot and wet and turned on by the scent of sex that now hung heavy in her office. Luckily her meetings were elsewhere this day. But that thought was ripped from her mind as her Consort’s tongue wriggled against her pleasure center and she did cry out, hastening to muffle the sound with the back of her hand. His mind connected with hers then, and he shared his hot lust, the melding of their minds far more intimate that the touch of his tongue on her feminine lips.
He kept after her clit, relentless in his loving assault and she came hard all over his tongue, pleasured sobs escaping her throat as her thighs quivered around his neck. He kissed those thighs and murmured softly against her legs until she relaxed, and then she felt a cloth cleaning the excess fluid from her as he worked to set her undergarments back in place.
He lowered her dress and stood in front of her, but she was barely held upright by her chair, her head lolling back. She could feel him eyeing the skin of her exposed neck, his gaze following the line of it down to the modest cleavage she was showing. She finally looked him in the eye, smirking at the sight of his wet mouth and the hot need the jutted from under his trousers. “I’ll get you back,” she mouthed.
“I’m sure you will, my Empress,” he said, and moved toward her, only to stop at the last moment and she knew that he realized he could not kiss her with her pussy cream on his face.
“But first I have to make it through a whole day of meetings.”
Luke grinned. “Don’t worry. What happens under the skirt stays under the skirt, Mara.”
Mara rolled her eyes. “Sometimes you’re really lucky you’re so cute and hung like a rancor,” she said, arching a brow. “Because humor isn’t exactly your forte.”
A smile spread across Luke’s face, but then he turned and walked stiffly away.
*
The day had been long, endless meetings and needless drama. Mara had stopped in her private refresher and set herself to rights before attending the first of the meetings, the only sign of Luke’s morning snack the red flush of her cheeks, and that was a common enough look for her. She ended the day by making another quick trip to the private refresher before heading for her apartment.
She walked into their suite and put her things away, moving further into the rooms, into their bedroom. And there in the center of the bed was Luke, naked and sporting a huge erection. “Did it keep all day?” she asked, feigning amazement.
“Why don’t you come over here and see?”
Mara hitched up her skirts and climbed onto the bed, surprising him as she straddled his stomach with her bare pussy lips. She ground against him and he cried out, jerking against her bottom. She leaned forward and licked his chin, before kissing the mouth that had so pleased her earlier.
Pulling back just slightly she murmured, “Let’s see what else can stay under this skirt….”
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Date: 2012-04-20 01:00 am (UTC)As for "Skirt"...RAWR! That was an idea you had for a long time and I loved when you finally got around to writing it! Those kids are so naughty. And I love Mra's comment - "did it keep all day?" LOLOLOLOL.
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Date: 2012-04-20 01:12 am (UTC)Vavava VOOOOM! Skirt was HOT! I loved the images. I want a Farmboy under my desk!
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Date: 2012-04-20 07:21 pm (UTC)Not that I complain! This is what I like to read about RAWR!!!
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Date: 2012-04-22 12:45 am (UTC)Thanks, lady!!