Chapter 8: Pleasure before hell
The room was dim but warm, walls and ceiling humming faintly with the energy of a ship that was never truly at rest. The soft blue light from the viewport cast both their bodies in ghostly relief—a pair of giants sprawled together atop the tumbled sheets of Caliburn’s quarters. It was Ar’alani’s world now, her presence filling every space: the sharp, sea-blue scent of her skin, the commanding arch of her voice, and the unyielding grip of her hands as she maneuvered Caliburn face-down onto the mattress, his breath coming out in a slow, resigned growl.
His hair was mussed, his face buried in a pillow, but even so, his muscles tensed beneath her as she straddled his thighs—her skirt already peeled off and flung over the back of a nearby chair. She wore only her painted-on thong, the fabric vanishing between her thick blue cheeks of her ass and press tightly against her pussy, her upper body bare except for a faint sheen of sweat and the echo of her uniform’s lines across her skin. Ar’alani took her time, admiring the powerful slope of Caliburn’s back, the scars crisscrossing the ridges of muscle, the deep taper of his waist. She dug her hands in, knuckles pressing deep, massaging with the practiced force of a drill instructor and the unashamed hunger of a lover who had waited too damn long.
“Stars, Vizsla,” she purred, voice low and brutal. “You’re as tight as a blaster coil after a firefight. Tell me—do you ever ask for this, or do you just hope I’ll take you apart until you’re too dumb to fight me?”
Her hands slid lower, squeezing, kneading, working out knots with more strength than most men could handle. But Caliburn only groaned into the pillow, his eyes half-closed, the tension in his body fading by inches as Ar’alani worked him.“I’d ask,” he muttered, voice muffled, “but you’d only make me beg for it. And then record the whole damn thing for blackmail.” He shot her a crooked grin over his shoulder. “Which, for the record, you still haven’t deleted from the Kyber’s logs.”
Ar’alani grinned, wicked and lazy, dragging her nails down the line of his spine, then following the path with the soft heat of her breasts, the round, heavy weight of them pressing and sliding against his back as she shifted atop him. Her hips ground down, trapping his legs, and she let her hair fall forward, the inky black strands brushing his shoulders.“I’ll delete it when you stop looking so pretty when you moan for me, Mand’alor.” She leaned in, lips brushing his ear, breath hot. “But maybe I should share the file with your precious clones. Show them what their hero sounds like when he’s pinned under me, begging for more.”
He snorted, though it caught in his throat when she bit the line of his shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. He answered with a flare of the Force, invisible hands tracing the curves of her ass, squeezing and pulling her thong tighter so the fabric all but disappeared between her blue cheeks. Ar’alani hissed, arching her back, her purple nipples brushing his skin, her body pressed flush along his.
“You filthy bastard,” she growled, nails digging in, not stopping the massage for a second. “Use your Jedi tricks again and I’ll ride your face till you can’t breathe, I swear by the stars.” Her hands found his lower back, thumbs rolling into the muscle just above his hips, her own hips grinding slow and hard against the backs of his legs.
He laughed, deep and hungry, eyes dark with arousal and challenge.“You talk big, Commodore, but I don’t think you’d last long if I got you where I wanted you. You’re already soaked, and I haven’t even started using my tongue.”
Ar’alani’s response was a sharp smack to his ass, the sound echoing off the metal walls. “Keep talking, Mand’alor. Maybe I’ll have to gag you next time we’re on the bridge. You’d look damn good with my thong in your mouth, squirming for the crew.”
Caliburn grinned, pushing up onto his elbows, flexing so his muscles shifted beneath her. “Maybe I’ll just bend you over the holotable in the middle of a briefing. Let everyone see who really runs this fleet with me pounding your tight purple cunt.”
She laughed, rough and wild, dragging her breasts over his back again as she leaned forward, biting his ear. “Go ahead. See if I care. I’ll take your rank, your ship, and your nice and long 13in and 7in girth of a cock all in the same day. Maybe I’ll even let you beg for more afterward, if you ask nicely.”
He answered by yanking her thong even tighter with the Force tell the point in like a rope dragging across her pussy splitting her pussy lips, making her gasp, her hips jerking against him. She retaliated by sliding her hands beneath his body, finding the hard edge of his desire, stroking him through the thin fabric of his pants, lewd and unrepentant feelings his cock harden against her hand.
“Keep that up and I’ll ride you until you’re screaming my name into the mattress,” she promised, voice a throaty snarl.
Caliburn only smiled, surrendering to her touch, to the strength of her hands, the heat of her skin, the dirty promise in every word.“You always say that, Ar’alani. But you never hear how loud you get when I finally turn you over.”
She laughed, the sound rolling through the cabin, loud and free.“Try me, Mand’alor. The ship’s sealed. Let the crew wonder. You’re mine tonight, and I’m going to mark every inch of you.”
She bent low, licking a line from the base of his spine up to his neck, her hands working his shoulders, her breasts pressing and dragging over his skin causing him to moan as she licks and kisses his back.
Ar'alani's hands moved to his hips, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his waist, pulling him up slightly so she could grind her pussy against his ass, her wetness coating him through his pants.
"Fuck, Ar'alani," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're driving me crazy."
She chuckled, her voice a low, sultry purr. "That's the idea, Caliburn. I want you to lose control. I want you to come undone."
Her hands moved to his thighs, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, her touch sending shivers down his spine and as she starts to lightly bite his skin , he can feel her teeth sinking into his flesh, leaving a mark that will be visible for days. He groans, his body tensing under her touch, his cock throbbing painfully against the mattress. He can feel the heat of her breath on his skin, her lips brushing against his neck, her tongue tracing the line of his jaw.
"Ar'alani," he growls, his voice barely a whisper. "You're playing with fire."
She laughs, a low, husky sound that sends a wave of desire coursing through his veins. "I'm not playing, Caliburn. I’m marking my territory of an extremely sexy and powerful man who is going to be screaming my name out as he cums his brains out ." She bites down harder, her teeth sinking into his flesh causing him to moan as she grinds her hips against his ass, her wetness coating him through his pants.
Caliburn's breath hitches, his body tensing beneath her. I'm staking my claim." She leans in, her voice a low purr in his ear. "You're mine, Vizsla. Every inch of you.
And I’m going to start right here.” Her hand slid down his back, fingers tracing the line of his spine, then dipping lower, finding the waistband of his pants. She tugged, the fabric pulling taut against his ass, then giving way as she yanked it down, baring him to the cool air of the room. Caliburn groaned, his hips shifting as she exposed him, his cock throbbing against the mattress. Ar'alani's breath caught, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of him, his ass bare and muscled, his cock long and thick, the head already slick with pre-cum.
She licked her lips, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, then dipping lower, finding the hard, hot length of him. She wrapped her hand around him, her fingers barely meeting as she stroked him, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading the moisture.
"Fuck, Ar'alani," Caliburn groaned, his hips bucking into her touch. "You're killing me."
She chuckled, low and sultry, her hand moving in slow, torturous strokes. "That's the plan, Mand'alor.
I want you begging for it before I even touch your cock." Ar'alani's voice was a low purr, her hand still stroking him, slow and steady, her grip firm. She could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his desire, and it sent a thrill of power through her. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. "But first, I want to taste you. Every inch of you."
Caliburn groaned, his body tensing as her words sent a jolt of desire through him. "Ar'alani, you don't have to—"
She cut him off with a sharp smack to his ass, the sound echoing through the room.
"I don't have to do anything, Mand'alor. I want to. I want to taste you, to feel you come apart in my mouth." She punctuated her words with another smack, then another, her hand leaving red prints on his skin. "I want to mark you, to claim you, to make you mine in every way I can."
Caliburn groaned, his hips shifting, his cock throbbing against the mattress. "You already have, Ar'alani. You already own me."
She smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips, and slid off him and walks over to a small desk grabbing a tube of lipstick . She twists the bottom of the tube and the lipstick pops out. She starts to apply the lipstick to her lips, her eyes never leaving Caliburn's body. She takes her time, making sure her lips are perfectly coated in a regal and warm sliver. She then caps the lipstick and tosses it back onto the desk before grabbing her thong which with how tight it been press against her looks more like a g-string . She slowly pulls it down her legs, her eyes never leaving Caliburn's eyes as he is now on his side. As Ar’alani rubs her pussy slowly and spreads it wide open for him, she can see the hunger in his eyes. She dips her fingers into her wetness, then brings them up to her lips, licking them clean, her eyes never leaving his. "You want a taste, Mand'alor?" she asks, her voice a low purr.
Caliburn swallows hard, his eyes locked onto her fingers as she brings them back down to her pussy, spreading her wetness over her clit. "Fuck, Ar'alani you know I do," he groans, his voice thick with desire.
She chuckles, a low, sultry sound as she struts over to him purposefully in a way her tits smack together before reaching him and putting her soaked thong into his mouth and saying, “Then suck this dry, Cal and show me how much you want to taste me.”
Caliburn's eyes flash with a mix of hunger and defiance as he takes the thong into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the fabric, tasting her sweetness. He looks up at her, his eyes locked onto hers, as he sucks on the thong, his cheeks hollowing out. Ar'alani watches him, her breath hitching as she sees the raw desire in his eyes.
“That’s it, Cal,” she purrs, her voice low and husky. “Show me how much you want to taste me. Show me how much you need it,” she coaxes, her voice a sultry whisper that sends a shiver down his spine. As Ar’alani watches him she goes to a hidden container opening it revealing the great amount of sex toy they have to mess with her own pussy, mouth, ass or nipples, as she grabs one of larger vibrators that is inserted into both her ass and pussy at the same time and it’s remote. She turns back to Caliburn who is now laying on his back spinning the now dry thong on one finger . She smiles and starts to slowly walk towards him, her hips swaying, her breasts bouncing with each step. She stops when she is standing right above him and starts to slowly rub the vibrator against his chest, his stomach and his cock. She leans down and whispers in his ear, “You want to taste me, Caliburn? You want to lick my pussy and feel it pulsate around your tongue? You want to feel my juices drip down your chin?” She pulls back and watches as his eyes darken with desire but as she hands him the remote and at the same time pushes the turned off toy into her.
She watches as he looks at the remote in his hand and then back at her. “You want to control me, Cal? You want to make me come undone?” she asks, her voice a low, sultry purr. “Then do it. Make me yours. Make me scream your name.”
Caliburn's eyes flash with a mix of hunger and determination as he takes the remote from her, his thumb hovering over the button. "You're playing with fire, Ar'alani," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "You know what I can do with this."
She smirks, her eyes challenging. "I'm counting on it, Mand'alor.
Now, are you going to talk me to death, or are you going to make me scream?" Ar'alani's voice was a low, sultry challenge, her eyes locked onto his, daring him to take control.
Caliburn's thumb pressed down on the button, the hum of the vibrator filling the room as it came to life inside her. Ar'alani gasped, her hips jerking, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she forced them open, her gaze never leaving his as she slinks lower on his body while leaving sliver lipstick marks before reaching his cock . She wraps her lips around the head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh, tasting his pre-cum. She looks up at him, her eyes watering slightly, but she doesn't stop. She takes him deeper, her hand wrapping around the base, her fingers barely meeting as she strokes him in time with her mouth.
"Fuck, Ar'alani," Caliburn groans, his hips bucking, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him. "You're going to make me come before I even get a taste of you."
She chuckles, the vibration of her laughter sending a shiver down his spine. "You can taste me anytime you want, Caliburn.But for now, I want you to watch me. I want you to see how much I need you but remember you control the toy in me." Ar'alani's voice was a low, sultry purr as she pulled back, her lipstick leaving a trail on his cock before she deep throats his entire cock , her nose pressing against his stomach. She holds him there for a moment before pulling back, her eyes watering but her gaze never leaving his. "You like that, Cal? You like seeing me take all of you?"
Caliburn groaned, his hips jerking, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him. "Fuck, Ar'alani. You're killing me."
She chuckled, the vibration of her laughter sending a shiver down his spine. But I want you to last. I want you to make me come first."
He growled, his thumb pressing down on the button of the remote, the hum of the vibrator increasing.
Ar'alani gasped, her hips bucking, her eyes fluttering closed as the toy inside her pulsed and vibrated, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She moaned around his cock, her tongue swirling, her hand stroking in time with the toy's rhythm.
Caliburn watched her, his eyes dark with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Look at me, Ar'alani," he commanded, his voice thick with arousal. "I want to see your eyes when you come undone."
She forced her eyes open, her gaze locking onto his as she continued to pleasure him, her body writhing with the sensations coursing through her.