It’s Star Wars day, so indulge me some fan fiction. Obviously the character and setting don’t belong
It’s Star Wars day, so indulge me some fan fiction. Obviously the character and setting don’t belong to me.Director Krennic—never simply Orson—was an unforgiving man to work under, but in time I found I rather enjoyed his demanding demeanor. He stole me away from a prestigious fellowship at the Institute of Applied Science on Coruscant, finally persuading me to leave with one temptation I couldn’t resist.He invited himself over for a drink one evening, staring down his nose at my meager abode on level 3204 as I poured amber liquid into a pair of fine Alderaanian rocks glasses. He stood by the balcony door, sounds of the endless urban center echoing, and flipped a switch to turn the translucent glass walls of my apartment to an opaque gray for privacy.He adopted that spellbinding smile as he accepted his drink, clinking his glass to mine. He said, “To your bright future, Darwin,” before lifting it to his lips.I laughed as I took a sip and asked, “Oh? Do you know something I don’t?”“A great many things, my boy,” he whispered, leaning in close until the liquor on his breath filled my nostrils. “But in particular, I know we’ll do great things together.”I sighed and reminded him, “I have another year and half left at my fellowship, sir. I can’t just—”His free hand gripped me by the neck and pulled me toward him with ferocious strength. I froze in his grasp, letting his warm lips engulf my own as he pressed his assault. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and rubbed my lithe body against his stiff, white uniform. When he finally released my lips and leaned his head back to gulp down another mouthful of liquor, he grinned down at me.“Sir!” I whispered in protest. “We can’t.”“Is that so?” He teased. “You think there’s a force in the galaxy strong enough to stop me from bending you over and taking you right here?”My knees wobbled at the heat in his eyes as I felt a new stiffness swelling in Krennic’s uniform. But he stared at me, waiting for my answer, until I shook my head and said, “But why, sir?”He leaned down, lips caressing my ear and slipping down to my neck, and whispered, “Because you’re going to be mine, Darwin.” He coaxed a moan from me as he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin beneath my jaw. “You’re going to beg to join my project by the time I’m finished with you.”Krennic gulped down his drink and took mine to put both glasses on my coffee table before pushing me forward with my hands planted on the door. His fingers worked quickly as he kneeled behind me, undoing my pants and pushing them down around my ankles with my undergarments following close behind.I gasped at the slick strength of the man’s tongue when he pressed it between my soft, smooth cheeks. He showed no hesitation, burying his straight nose against my tailbone, and hastily lapped at my tensed rim. I moaned and squeezed the glass beneath my fingertips. “Oh fuck,” I gasped as I pushed my ass back at his probing mouth.He held his tongue tense and it slipped thickly inside me with a sudden pop of pressure. His saliva flowed freely until my hole was drenched and dripping. He eagerly fucked me with his mouth, loosening my sphincter’s grip with each push of his face forward.I stole a glance back and my eyes went wide. Krennic had undone his fly and was just fishing out a menacing slab of cock that drooled precum down on my marble floor. “E chu ta!” I exclaimed.Krennic pulled back from my rump with a grin as he nodded down at his manhood and chuckled, “No complaints, then, my boy?”“Not until you try to put it in,” I retorted with a blush.“Just relax,” he insisted as he rose back to his feet behind me, slapping a firm hand down on my fleshy cheek. “You’ll get used to it.”“I don’t think—oh frag!” I yelped as his thick head breached my slick hole, barreling in deep with one slow, insistent thrust of the man’s uniform-clad hips. He let out a moan of his own. Eyes shut, he shook his head and chewed his bottom lip as he savored the sensation of my body engulfing him. However, he wasn’t satisfied for long.Krennic pumped his hips forward, stealing inches at a time deeper inside me until I felt the crisp fabric of his trousers against my smooth ass. He reached his hands up to grip my shoulders, kissing the back of my neck as he whispered, “Doesn’t that feel good?”“A little,” I admitted through gritted teeth. My body trembled with overwhelmed sensations. “I just need a second…”“You just need to be pushed,” he rasped as he dragged his manhood back and pummeled it in deep. “You’ve gotten soft in academia, boy” he insisted as he made me howl with punishing thrusts. “Put yourself in my hands and I’ll mold you into something truly spectacular.”I thought I would scream from the pain of his thrusts, but I didn’t. It was agonizing, but only for a moment. And then it felt… spectacular. Krennic knew my limits better than I ever could, and he rode me right to them. His furious rutting unlocked new heights of ecstasy that had me hard and dripping on the verge of an untouched orgasm.“You feel it. Don’t you?” He grunted against my neck. “That pleasure being forced on you, chosen for you.” I nodded, feeling his heart thumping hard against my back. “You know you’re mine now,” he asserted, unchallenged.It wasn’t long before his thrusts had a certain finality to them, foreboding the imminent marking of what was now his property. I shook with pleasure with every thrust, a pool of precum growing beneath my jumping cock, until Krennic let out a reverberating groan.I felt his member swell and pulse as it flooded my insides. The man’s seed, its warm virility, pushed me over the edge and made me howl as I painted the glass door with my own. We panted and moaned against each other, locked together as his prolonged orgasm tapered off until he could finally chuckle and whisper, “So who do you work for now, my boy?”“For you, sir,” I gasped, and I never looked back. -- source link