Chapter 4: How to deal with stress.
Caliburn sat in the Kyber, lost in thought as the stars stretched out before him, the looming destination of Coruscantheavy on his mind. The recent message from Yoda, requesting a personal meeting, had been weighing on him for hours. Why did the Jedi Master want to see him? What could be so urgent that it demanded his presence in person? His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of it, his mind so preoccupied that he didn’t notice the soft footsteps behind him or the familiar presence approaching until it was too late.
A sudden, teasing nip on his ear jolted him from his thoughts. In a flash, Caliburn spun around, his WESTAR-35 blaster already drawn and pressed beneath the jaw of the intruder. His stormy gray and green eyes locked onto a pair of deep, amused red eyes, and the tension in his body immediately melted away.
"Ar’alani," he breathed, a mix of relief and exasperation flooding his voice as he hastily holstered his blaster. She stood before him in her olive green First Star Corps officer’s uniform, the tailored double-breasted tunic hugging her curves and the long pleated skirt swishing slightly as she shifted her weight. Her knee-high boots gleamed in the cockpit’s dim light, and the teasing smirk on her lips only made her presence more intoxicating.
Ar’alani crossed her arms, her red eyes glinting with amusement. "I thought you’d like that little surprise," she said, a playful glare on her face as she tilted her head slightly. "You were so deep in thought, I’ve been trying to get your attention for ten minutes." She cocked a hip and leaned in slightly, the curve of her body drawing his eyes to her voluptuous figure despite his best efforts to keep focused.
Caliburn, still slightly mortified by his reaction, rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze momentarily entranced by her beauty. "I’m... sorry," he muttered, still catching his breath. "I didn’t hear you come in."
Ar’alani chuckled softly and shook her head, her blueish-black hair cascading over one shoulder in a loose ponytail. "Well, I was very tempted to just push your face into my...," she paused, her eyes glinting mischievously as she ran a finger slowly down the front of her tunic, "hefty bust." She smirked, watching his face flush slightly as she added, "But I decided you’d probably appreciate the ear nip more."
Caliburn swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure, but the way she was looking at him made it impossible to ignore the tension between them. He cleared his throat awkwardly and gestured toward the co-pilot’s seat. "You... you didn’t have to sneak up on me like that."
Ar’alani grinned, taking her seat beside him, her movements slow and deliberate, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him. She leaned back in the chair, crossing her legs in a way that made the slit in her skirt fall open just enough to reveal her toned thigh. "I was trying to get your attention, love. You’ve been lost in your own head, and I was starting to wonder if you’d forgotten about me," she teased, her voice low and sultry as she ran a finger lightly along the edge of the armrest.
Caliburn let out a long sigh, his eyes flicking back to her briefly before focusing on the controls as he prepared the Kyberfor takeoff. "Sorry... I’ve just been thinking about what Yoda could possibly want with me."
Ar’alani’s eyes narrowed slightly in thought, but her playful smile never left her lips. "Well, I’m going with you," she said, her tone casual as she leaned forward slightly, resting her chin in her hand. "Whatever this meeting is, it’s clearly got you tied up in knots, and I wasn’t going to let you brood your way to Coruscant alone."
Caliburn blinked in surprise and glanced over at her. "You’re coming with me?"
She gave him a sly smile, leaning back in the seat and crossing her legs again, the movement slow and purposeful. "Of course. What kind of lover would I be if I let you handle whatever’s bothering you all by yourself?"
He couldn’t help but smile, his tension easing slightly. "You always know how to get under my skin."
Ar’alani’s gaze turned teasing once again as she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. "Oh, that’s not the only thing I’m good at, Caliburn."
His heart raced as she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her sultry expression sending a jolt of heat through him. She bit her lower lip playfully, watching his reaction with amusement before leaning back in her chair, one hand slowly tracing down her chest in a way that made him shift in his seat.
Caliburn started the Kyber’s systems, trying his best to focus, though the way Ar’alani kept looking at him made it almost impossible. As the ship lifted off and began to fly out of the Mand’alor Will’s main hangar, the silence between them thickened with unspoken tension.
Finally, after a moment, Caliburn spoke, his voice tight. "Whatever Yoda wants... I’m guessing he’ll try to assign me a Padawan." He shook his head, frowning slightly. "Something I’ll be saying no to. I’m not bringing a kid into this damn war."
Without warning, Ar’alani stood and moved behind him, her presence looming over his seat. Before he could react, she pressed her body against his back, her large bust wrapping around his neck and shoulders, her warmth enveloping him. The heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her uniform sent a shiver down his spine as she leaned down, her lips brushing his ear.
"And what if he does?" she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. "You’d make a good teacher, Caliburn."
His breath hitched, his hands freezing over the controls as her cleavage pressed tighter against him, her touch making it nearly impossible to focus. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he let out a shaky breath, his body reacting to her in ways that made it hard to think clearly.
"Ar’alani..." he murmured, his voice strained as his fingers tightened on the controls.
She grinned, clearly enjoying his flustered reaction as she nuzzled closer, her lips brushing against his neck. "Don’t be so tense, Mand’alor," she teased, her hands sliding over his shoulders and down his chest. "I’m just trying to help you relax before we face the great Jedi Master."
Caliburn let out a low groan, his mind spinning as her touch ignited every nerve in his body. "You’re impossible," he muttered, though there was no anger in his voice—only desire.
Ar’alani chuckled softly, her lips ghosting over his skin as she whispered, "And yet, you love it."
As Caliburn tried to turn in his seat, Ar’alani’s body pressed more insistently against him, pinning him in place. He let out a frustrated groan, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as he realized there was no escape from her teasing.
“Ar’alani,” he muttered, his voice strained, “the trip to Coruscant is going to take a couple of days.” He sighed, knowing full well that his words wouldn’t deter her in the slightest.
Ar’alani chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against his neck. “Then I’ll just borrow some of your spare clothes,” she said, her voice dripping with mischief. "I know you keep a stash aboard your heavily modified Kom’rk." Her tone was light, but the implication was clear—she wasn’t planning on leaving his side for the duration of the trip.
Caliburn sighed again, realizing there was no stopping her. “I don’t think I could stop you even if I tried,” he muttered, half exasperated, half amused.
But before he could finish his thought, Ar’alani spun him around in the chair with surprising force, pressing him firmly into her ample bust. His face was instantly buried in the soft warmth of her chest, his breath catching in his throat as her scent filled his senses.
Above him, she purred, her voice low and sultry, “I’m going to help relieve some of that stress and anxiety, my love.”
Any response Caliburn might have had was muffled by the soft curves of her chest as she kept him in place, her body warm and inviting. He tried to speak, but his words came out in a garbled mess, barely audible beneath her bust. “Mmph—I—Ar’alani, I don’t think—mmph—this is helping.”
Ar’alani only chuckled, clearly enjoying his muffled protests, and she showed no sign of letting him go. Caliburn, knowing she wasn’t listening, let out a frustrated groan, his body tense with a mixture of desire and amusement.
Desperate to get her attention, he did the only thing he could think of—he nipped lightly at the soft skin near her collarbone, hoping to get a reaction. The effect was immediate.
Ar’alani let out a soft, surprised moan, the sound one of pure, unabashed pleasure. It sent a thrill through Caliburn, though he wasn’t sure whether to be mortified or incredibly aroused by the reaction.
“Ah,” she breathed, her voice laced with joy, “I knew you liked it rough, Caliburn.”
His heart raced as her words sent a jolt of heat through him, and he groaned again, both in exasperation and in heightened enjoyment of the situation. "You’re impossible, Ar’alani," he muttered, his voice still muffled but clearly audible as she continued to press him against her.
She purred softly in response, her body practically vibrating with amusement and desire. "Oh, you love it," she teased, finally loosening her grip just enough to let him catch his breath, though her body still remained tantalizingly close.
"And I know just how to make you feel even better."
Caliburn, still struggling to regain some semblance of control, could only manage a weak groan in response. Ar'alani, however, interpreted it as an invitation, her hands already working to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
"Ar'alani, we're in the cockpit," he protested weakly, though his body betrayed him, his cock already hardening at her touch.
What's your point?"
Caliburn groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she gripped his cock, her hand stroking him firmly. "My point is, Ar'alani, that we shouldn't be... doing this right now."
She chuckled, her grip tightening around his shaft as she leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Oh, Caliburn. Always so serious. Can't you just let go for once and besides your right it’s the cockpit so let’s me put your cock into my pit of a mouth.”
Before he could respond, she stood up, her hands leaving his body, and he let out a frustrated groan.
Ar'alani smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she slowly unbuttoned her uniform, revealing the smooth, blue skin of her chest. Caliburn's breath hitched as she pushed the fabric aside, her large, firm breasts spilling out, the dark purple nipples already hard and inviting.
"Ar'alani," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "what are you doing?"
She chuckled, her fingers tracing the curve of her breast before pinching her nipple lightly. "I'm giving you a taste of what you've been missing," she said, her voice sultry. “Now shut up and enjoy me sucking you off.” Ar'alani said, her voice dripping with authority as she knelt down in front of him. Her eyes locked onto his, her red irises swirling with a mix of amusement and desire. She leaned in, her plump lilac lips parting slightly as she blew a soft, warm breath onto the head of his cock, now fully erect and throbbing with anticipation.
Caliburn let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly at the sensation. "Ar'alani, we shouldn't—" he began, but his words were cut off as she wrapped her lips around him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a shuddering breath, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair for support.
She took him deeper, her head bobbing up and down, her lips stretching to accommodate his size. The sight of her blue skin contrasting with his white cock was almost too much to bear, and he could feel the heat building in his groin, his body tensing as she sucked him harder, her hand stroking the base of his shaft in time with her movements.
Caliburn's breath came in ragged gasps, his body shaking with the effort of holding back.
The sensation of her mouth on him was almost overwhelming, and he could feel the familiar tingle of release building in his balls. He tried to warn her, to tell her to stop, but the words caught in his throat, replaced by a low, guttural moan as she took him even deeper, her nose pressing against his stomach.
Ar'alani hummed around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She looked up at him, her red eyes locked onto his, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him. The sight of her kneeling before him, her blue skin glistening with saliva, was almost too much to bear.
Caliburn's grip on the armrests tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control. The sensation of her mouth on him was almost overwhelming, and he could feel the familiar tingle of release building in his balls.
The sight of her kneeling before him, her blue skin glistening with saliva, was almost too much to bear.
Caliburn's grip on the armrests tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control.
He let out a low groan, his body tensing as he tried to hold back, but the pleasure was too intense.
"Ar'alani," he gasped, his voice strained, "I can't... I'm going to... I need you to stop."
She looked up at him, her red eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.
Instead of stopping, she hummed around him again, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Caliburn's body convulsed, his grip on the armrests tightening as he tried to hold back, but it was too late. With a low groan, he came, his release pulsing into her mouth as she continued to suck him, her tongue swirling around him, drawing out every last drop.
Ar'alani pulled back, her lips glistening as she licked them clean, her eyes never leaving his. She stood up, her movements slow and deliberate, and straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips.
Caliburn looked up at her, his breath still ragged, his body still tingling from the aftermath of his release. Ar'alani's eyes were filled with a primal hunger, her lips parted as she leaned in, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. He could taste himself on her, the salty tang of his release mingling with the sweetness of her lips. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
Caliburn's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he tried to regain some semblance of control. But Ar'alani had other plans.
She broke the kiss, her breath ragged, and leaned back slightly, her eyes locked onto his. She smirks before getting off him and walks over to the ladder that goes to the lower floor and tells Caliburn he needs to go down first.
He sighs and does as she says. Ar'alani follows him down yet as Caliburn looks up he can up her skirt he eyes widened.
She was not wearing any underwear. He could see her smooth blue skin, the curve of her ass, and the glistening wetness between her thighs. He swallowed hard, his cock already hardening again at the sight.
"Ar'alani," he growled, his voice laced with warning, "what are you doing?"
She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I thought it was obvious, Caliburn. I'm giving you a show. Now, are you going to stand there gaping like a bantha at a sandstorm, or are you going to eat me out while I’m on the ladder or not?" Her voice was low, sultry, and filled with a hunger that made his blood run hot.
Caliburn's eyes flicked up to meet hers, his gaze intense as he considered her offer. The sight of her, standing there with her skirt hiked up, her blue skin glistening with need, was almost too much to bear. He could feel his cock hardening again, his body already aching for more of her.
He took a step closer, his voice a low growl. "You're playing with fire, Ar'alani."
She smirked, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "I'm not afraid of the heat, Caliburn. Are you?"
He didn't answer, instead, he reached out, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her legs apart.
He could see the glistening wetness between her thighs, the sight of it making his mouth water. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her, a soft moan escaping his lips as he savored the sweet, tangy flavor of her arousal.
Ar'alani let out a soft gasp, her hands gripping the ladder for support as she felt his tongue on her. She could feel the heat building in her core, her body already on fire with desire. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and amusement.
"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you, Caliburn?" she teased, her voice breathy as she tried to maintain some semblance of control.
He chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter sending a jolt of pleasure through her. "Why should I?" he murmured, his tongue continuing its slow, torturous exploration of her most intimate parts. "You're the one who started this game, Ar'alani."
She let out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly as he found that sensitive spot, the one that made her see stars. "Ah, Caliburn," she gasped, her fingers tightening on the ladder as she fought to keep her balance.
"You always know how to play dirty."
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her, sending another jolt of pleasure through her. "I learned from the best," he murmured, his tongue continuing its slow, torturous exploration, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place as he feasted on her.
Ar'alani's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She could feel the heat building in her core, her release just out of reach. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and frustration. "Caliburn," she panted, "I need more.
I need you to... to fuck me, Caliburn. Please."
Her words sent a surge of heat through him, his cock throbbing at the thought of being inside her. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own. "You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Ar'alani nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Caliburn stood, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her off the ladder, her legs wrapping around his waist.
He carried her to the nearby couch, his lips never leaving hers, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. He laid her down gently, his body covering hers, his cock pressing against her entrance, already throbbing with anticipation.
Ar'alani moaned, her back arching as she felt him against her, her body aching for him. She looked up at him, her red eyes filled with a primal hunger. "Caliburn," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders, "I think we should finished getting undressed if we are going to fuck like two Anooba in heat.” She purrs in his ear.
“I know you love it rough, Caliburn. Don’t be shy, show me what you’ve got.”
Caliburn's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and desire. He's never been one to shy away from a challenge, and Ar'alani's words only serve to fuel his hunger. He pulls back slightly, his hands gripping her hips as he positions himself at her entrance. He can feel the heat of her, the wetness that promises a night of unbridled passion.
“You’re playing with fire, Ar'alani,” he growls, his voice low and husky. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She smiles, her red eyes gleaming with anticipation as she watches him strip out of his armor and undersuit with her taking her skirt fully off and her boots leaving them both fully nude.
Caliburn's eyes roam over her body, taking in every curve, every line, every inch of her blue skin that glows under the soft lights of the ship. He can see the goosebumps rising on her skin as his gaze lingers, and he knows she's just as turned on as he is.
Caliburn's hands find her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he positions himself at her entrance. He leans down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matches her own.
She can taste herself on him, the sweet tang of her arousal mingling with the salty taste of his skin. She moans into his mouth, her body arching against his, her hips bucking slightly as she tries to get closer, to feel more of him.
Caliburn breaks the kiss, his breath ragged as he looks down at her, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. "You're mine, Ar'alani," he growls, his voice low and possessive. "Every inch of you. Every curve. Every moan. Every scream. They're all mine."
She shudders at the intensity of his words, her body responding to the dominance in his voice.
She can feel the heat building in her core, her release already within reach. She nods, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Caliburn. I'm yours."
He smiles, a slow, predatory smile that sends a shiver down her spine. He leans down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss as he pushes into her, filling her completely. She gasps into his mouth, her body stretching to accommodate him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tries to anchor herself.
Caliburn groans, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto hers, his heterochromatic gaze intense and filled with a hunger that matches her own. "You're so tight, Ar'alani," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "So wet. So perfect."
Ar'alani lets out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly as she feels him stretch her, her body adjusting to his size. She can feel the heat building in her core, her release already within reach. "Caliburn," she pants, her voice breathy, "more. I need more."
He chuckles, a low, husky sound that sends a shiver down her spine.
"You're insatiable," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he begins to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock filling her completely with each stroke.
Ar'alani moans, her back arching as she meets his thrusts, her body moving in sync with his. She can feel the heat building in her core, her release just out of reach. She looks up at him, her red eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and frustration. "Caliburn," she pants, her voice breathy, "I need more. I need you to... to fuck me harder.
Caliburn's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and desire. Ar’alani wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders and neck.
She pulls herself up and whispers in his ear, "I want to ride you, Caliburn. I want to feel you deep inside me, filling me completely." Her voice is low and sultry, her breath hot against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
Caliburn’s grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he considers her request. He looks into her eyes, seeing the hunger and desire that mirrors his own. "You want to take control, Ar'alani?" he asks, his voice a low growl.
She nods, her eyes never leaving his. I want to feel you, all of you.
I want to ride you, Caliburn. Her voice was a low, sultry purr, her breath hot against his ear, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine.
Caliburn's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he considered her request. He looked into her eyes, seeing the hunger and desire that mirrored his own. he asked, his voice a low growl.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I want to take what I want, Caliburn.
I want to use you for my pleasure," Ar'alani whispered, her voice laced with a hunger that sent a jolt of heat through him. He could feel his cock throbbing in response, his body aching to give her exactly what she desired.
Caliburn's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he lifted her off him, a low growl escaping his lips. "You want to use me, Ar'alani? Then use me," he challenged, his voice thick with desire.
Ar'alani's eyes gleamed with triumph as she straddled him, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.
She could feel the heat of his body, the hard planes of his chest beneath her fingers, the rapid beat of his heart against her palms. She leaned forward, her lips capturing his in a searing kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that matched his own.
Caliburn groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to move, her body rising and falling in a slow, torturous rhythm. He could feel the heat building in his core, his release already within reach. He tried to hold back, to prolong the pleasure, but Ar'alani had other plans.
She broke the kiss, her breath ragged as she looked down at him, her red eyes filled with a primal hunger. Ar’alani moan deeply as Caliburn fucks her as he is standing up with her warped around him tightly.
Her body is pressed against his, her large breasts squashed against his chest, her hard nipples digging into his skin. His hands grip her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifts her up and down, his cock filling her completely with each thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, a symphony of their shared desire.
Caliburn's breath comes in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He can feel the heat building in his core, his release just out of reach. He looks down at Ar'alani, her blue skin glistening with sweat, her red eyes filled with a primal hunger that mirrors his own.
Her lips are parted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she rides him, her body moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. He tries to hold back, to prolong the pleasure, but Ar'alani has other plans.
She leans forward, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as she increases her pace, her hips moving faster, her body slamming against his with each thrust. Caliburn can feel the heat building in his core, his release just out of reach.
"Ar'alani," Caliburn groans, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to make me come if you keep this up."
She smiles, her red eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's the idea, Caliburn," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel you lose control," Ar'alani whispers, her voice a low, sultry purr as she continues to ride him, her body moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. She looks down at him, her red eyes filled with a primal hunger that mirrors his own.
Caliburn's grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he tries to hold back, to prolong the pleasure. But Ar'alani has other plans be he decide to flip the script and he rapidly increases his pace causing her moan loudly and uncontrollably as she cums hard yet he doesn’t stop pounding her hype sensitive pussy.
He can feel her tighten around his cock as she cums, her body convulsing with pleasure as she bounces from the standing position she being fucked in.
He doesn't stop, his pace only increasing as he watches her face contort with a mix of pleasure and pain. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back, her long, blue hair cascading down her back in waves. He can see the pulse in her neck, her skin flushed with heat and exertion.
"Caliburn," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper, "it's too much. I can't... I can't take it."
He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You can take it, Ar'alani," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "You can take everything I give you. You're strong enough. You’re tough enough. But most importantly your a such a massive slut.” Caliburn whispers in her ear as he continues to pound into her, his voice laced with a dark, primal hunger that sends a shiver down her spine. Ar'alani's eyes fly open, her gaze locking onto his, a mix of surprise and desire in her red orbs. He's never spoken to her like this before, never been so crude, so raw. And yet, it only serves to fuel the fire burning within her, to make her want him even more.
"Is that what you think of me, Caliburn?" she challenges, her voice breathy, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal force.
"Is that what you think of me, Caliburn? A massive slut?"
"Yes," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "You're a massive slut, Ar'alani. A slut for my cock. A slut for my touch. A slut for my pleasure."
Ar'alani's breath hitches, her body shuddering with a mix of pleasure and shock.
She can feel the heat of his words, the raw, primal hunger that radiates from him, and it only serves to fuel the fire within her. She meets his gaze, her red eyes locked onto his heterochromatic ones, a silent challenge passing between them.
"You're right," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am. I'm a slut for you, Caliburn. A slut for your cock, your touch, your pleasure. I want it all.
I want everything you have to give me. I want to be your slut, Caliburn. I want to be used, to be filled, to be fucked until I can't walk straight. I want to be marked by you, claimed by you, owned by you. I want to be yours, completely and utterly."
Caliburn's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and desire at her words. He can feel the heat building in his core, his release just within reach. He leans in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matches her own.
Ar'alani moans into his mouth, her body arching against his, her hips bucking slightly as she tries to get closer, to feel more of him. He can taste her need, her desire, her hunger, and it only serves to fuel his own.
He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged as he looks down at her, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. He looks at her with her eyes rolled back and her mouth wide open and tongue hanging out as she keeps have orgasm after orgasm.
He can feel her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, drawing out every last drop of pleasure even though it shuddering from her orgasms.
He can feel her body trembling, her muscles tensing and relaxing in a rhythmic dance that matches the pounding of his heart. He can feel the sweat beading on her skin, the heat of her body, the scent of her arousal filling the air.
He pulls out of her, his cock glistening with her juices, and she lets out a soft whimper of protest. "Not yet, Ar'alani," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I'm not done with you yet."
He lays her down on the bed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms.
He can see the glistening wetness between her thighs, the sight of it making his mouth water. He leans down, his tongue flicking out to taste her, a soft moan escaping his lips as he savors the sweet, tangy flavor of her arousal.
Ar'alani lets out a soft gasp, her hands gripping his hair as she feels his tongue on her again. She can feel the heat building in her core once more, her body already aching for more of him. She looks down at him, her red eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and surprise.
"Caliburn," she pants, her voice breathy, "you're not done with me yet?" "Not even close, Ar'alani," he murmurs, his tongue continuing its slow, torturous exploration of her most intimate parts. "I want to taste you, Ar'alani. I want to feel you come on my tongue. I want to hear you scream my name as you come over and over again. Besides you said you wanted to help me with my stress well this is how you can.”
Ar'alani's breath hitches, her body shuddering with anticipation.
She can feel the heat building in her core once more, her release already within reach. She looks down at Caliburn, his heterochromatic eyes locked onto hers, a silent challenge passing between them. She can see the hunger in his gaze, the primal need that mirrors her own.
"Caliburn," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I want you to fuck me again. I want to feel you inside me, filling me completely." He sits up, his hands gripping her hips as he positions himself at her entrance as he rubs his cock over her hyper sensitive pussy he smirks at her.
"You're so wet, Ar'alani. So ready for me."
She nods, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I'm ready. I'm always ready for you."
He pushes into her but not her pussy instead he fully spears her ass completely hilting his cock to its base in her ass.
Ar'alani gasps loudly as she feels him fill her completely, her body stretching to accommodate him. She looks down at him, her red eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. "Caliburn," she pants, "I didn't expect that."
He smirks at her, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming with mischief. "And that, my dear Ar'alani, is why I did it." He begins to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock filling her completely with each stroke.
Ar'alani's breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort of adjusting to his size. "Caliburn," she pants, her voice breathy, "you're so deep. I can feel you everywhere." "You like that, Ar'alani?" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You like feeling me deep inside you?" Caliburn growls, his voice low and husky as he continues to thrust into her, his cock filling her completely with each stroke. He can feel her tightness, her heat, her wetness, and it only serves to fuel his own desire.
Ar'alani nods, her red eyes locked onto his, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, Caliburn," she pants, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love feeling you deep inside me. It's... it's incredible."
Caliburn's grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he increases his pace, his cock sliding in and out of her with a smooth, rhythmic motion.
Ar'alani can feel every inch of him, the heat of his body, the hard planes of his chest pressed against her, the rapid beat of his heart against her palms.
"Caliburn," she gasps, her voice breathy, "I'm close. I'm so close." "Come for me, Ar'alani," he growls, his voice low and commanding.
"Come on my cock. Scream my name."
Ar'alani's body responds to his words, her muscles tensing as her release builds within her. She can feel the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that threatens to consume her. She looks down at Caliburn, his heterochromatic eyes locked onto hers, his face contorted with his own pleasure.
"Caliburn," she pants, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm coming. I'm coming so hard."
He leans in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss as she comes undone, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screams his name into his mouth.