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It was a warm day on Coruscant. You hadn’t expected to see him for at least another two days. Normally it was at night, when the air had a more crisp feel to it. Always after sunset, when the colors in the sky had bled out and only darkness remained. That’s how it usually went, but he was a great mystery, after all. Proving that he was unpredictable. Oh, but you liked that. You definitely liked that.

He had left you a message and you knew better than to ignore it or to think he sent it to you by mistake. Nothing he did was a mistake, nothing he did was by accident or chance. There was always a reason for it all. The many times you had been with him had proved that fact to you over and over again. He was always the one in control, always the one who got what he wanted. Well, he definitely got what he wanted from you anyway. It was a mutually beneficial alliance. For when he got what he wanted you, too, got what you wanted. No way to deny all of the crazy things he made you feel. Never could you say no to him.

A quick glance down at the holopad between your thighs reminded you of all of these truths. Your eyes met with the small version of himself, fizzling with radio waves and static. Handsome even in miniature form, stopping your heart with just the way he spoke.

Meet me in your transport. I only have five minutes.

Like the obedient little thing you were to him, you had done just as he requested without fail or question. Dropped everything that you were doing and rushed out to the landing pad outside of your apartment. The transport was just a basic thing. A simple speeder, there for convenience purposes, though he had recently said that he’d get you a new one soon enough. A better one. One with more space and comfier seats.

Of course, you knew why he wanted more space and comfier seats. To put it bluntly, he was very large. Tall, yes, but so much more than just height. He was a strong giant. To the outside world looking in, he probably seemed rather brutish. The crown of horns on his head was the icing on the proverbial cake. Each one was long and hard, powerful enough to pierce through quite a lot, you’d imagine.

His overall strength and large nature were comforts to you. It made you feel safe when he was near. That’s what you liked the most as far as the physical attraction was concerned. When your mind was left to wander there were quite a few things to be caught up on when thinking of him in just the physical sense. Things that could make your toes curl with desire.

He was a towering giant compared to you. Muscular and with no weak part to his body. All of it had been pumped up, all of it hard and chiseled. Rounding out just how striking he truly was were the tattoos that spanned his entire body. Yes, all of his body. You had seen them all. Thoughts of it heated your cheeks as you sat there in silence, waiting for his grand arrival.

It didn’t take him long. Savage came looming into view on the horizon. His gait was that of a monster stomping through the landscape of your dreams.

Your monster.

The Zabrak hardly had any time for this, but he wanted it anyway. Wanted it with the power that only he had. He knew he could easily get it out of you, knew that his beautiful creature’s willingness to please would be enough to get him through the remainder of his taxing day. You were his beautiful creature, you were his reprieve from whatever kind of day he was having. That’s why he called you. That’s why he called upon you. Needed an escape that only you could provide.

Within a moment he hopped his large frame into the seat next to you. Amber eyes stared at you, flashing in the violent way you knew all too well. They shone with that one look that meant the world to you. You knew the look meant that he wanted you on your knees immediately. Didn’t need pleasantries, didn’t need anything else at all. Just a nod to begin. Affirmation that his desires would soon be tended to.

He was trying a bit more nowadays. Every little thing he did and changed up was always noticed by you. Your hawk-like gaze always ate him up. Enjoying every moment you had with him because he was just so good to you. Good in the warped sense that you appreciated. Your relationship was an intriguing one.

As he unzipped his pants and pushed his seat back to get into a more comfortable position, he reached his other hand out and grabbed you by your arm. The stark contrast of skin tones was pretty to you; his dark yellow against the smooth butter of your thin arm. His clawed digits were heavy with burden while your entire frame remained a constant light for him. A perfect combination; harsh and soft.

It was in the silence of this moment that he decided to speak. To gift you with more than just a typical grunt.

“I don’t have much time but I needed to see you.”

Hearing his voice in person for the first time after a while had always produced a plethora of goosebumps all over you. It was quite a fight to subdue them, fearing that he’d notice it and outright ask about it. The vibrations of his low voice also sent shockwaves through to your core. No matter what he said to you, just hearing his voice would heat up your insides with need. Made you want to hear even more of it. Wished he would whisper things to you, anything at all, just so that you could get your fill.

Your favorite was when he was eating you out, dining on you as if you were a five star meal of sorts. When you’d ask for permission to hold onto his horns while he pleasured you, legs wrapped around him in a death lock grip. Those were the times when his voice would muffle into your cunt while the symphony of sloppy sounds played on. His breath would warm you to fever pitch. The introduction of the slight moans even he could not hold back were always a signal for your complete and utter undoing.

The way he’d call you dirty, call you beautiful, call you everything and anything - it all resulted in the same; a crescendo orgasm, intense and unmistakable. His handiwork, and his alone. Only he could bring you to that melting point. His mark was on you. You were his territory, marked from the first night.

You were a beacon in the night for him. The lighthouse on the shore leading to safety. Oh yes, the feelings you had caught had been riling inside of you for so long now.

All of it played through your head in the form of a high caliber movie. Nothing compared to when he’d take his large hand and slap your ass, leaving marks that would last for days and days. When you were in the fresher a week later you could sometimes still see the print he had left. The way his claws would scratch you up when he couldn’t control himself anymore. He’d leave welts all along your body, no place was off limits to him.

The first few times of actual intercourse had been the most intense of all. Everything hinged on if you could accommodate his massive girth or not. And you, being the determined person that you were, would not allow for anything other than accommodating it.

Savage was a beast when it came to his lust. He had taken you on every surface of your apartment that he could take you on, in every pose he could manage. And he sure as hell could manage quite a lot with how large and strong he was. He could hold you up with one arm alone. He could bend you over anything that he saw fit, spread you and molded you into whatever he needed. And you? You were always there for the ride, lost in absolute rapture. No control over your entire body once he took hold. Fast, slow - whatever it was, he was delivering the best.

All of that was well and good, but today you weren’t the one receiving. Today your time together was extremely limited. You knew better than to leave him in an unsatisfied state once time was up.

As elegantly as you could muster, you moved yourself from the seat you had been sitting on. As you climbed over the console you realized yes, a new transport with more space would be a wonderful thing. It would definitely make things a lot easier. Cramped as it was, you managed to kneel before him. Savage moving the seat back helped grant you just a tiny bit more room to work with at least.

As soon as you positioned yourself in front of him, you felt the comforting feel of his large hand on your head. One of his favorite things to do while you were in this compromising position was to tangle his fingers into your hair. To grab a fistful of it and to hold on. Guiding you only slightly with movements here and there. His hand alone was the size of your head, after all. It was so easy for him to steer you. But just having it there was a comfort. Even if he tugged, it was his way of saying that he was here, that you were doing wonderfully.

Savage was ready for action. His giant cock was already bouncing and bobbing for attention, even at half mast and even while it was still half caged behind his pants. Not many people could tame this beast, you knew that. In fact, you weren’t sure how many partners he had in the past. It wasn’t your concern as you stared down the barrel of this giant gun. You lingered close to it, watching it with interest. It demanded all of your attention. He demanded all of you.

It wasn’t in your nature to keep him waiting unless he wanted to be kept waiting. You leaned forward and let your mouth hover close to the head of his cock, pulsing with so much need right before you. Gently your hand reached over to pull the prize out further. From the corner of your eye you knew he was watching with bated breath. Felt his own amber gaze on you, piercing you with the intensity that he wanted to thrust into your throat.

No longer able to hold back from the juicy delicacy in front of you, you began the slow and methodical process of coating him in saliva. You flitted your tongue out, sweeping up and over the girth of the head. The distinct flavor of his pre-cum glided over your tastebuds, causing you to give a slight whimper. He was always so ready when he was with you. He didn’t want to show just how much he needed it but there were small things you noticed that did let you know. It was empowerment to you as you continued the journey of pleasuring him.

Just your mouth today, you knew that much. Just five minutes for this.

Your fingers wrapped around the large member, tugging at it in the slightest of ways, and then you began to pump it up and down. It was much too large for you to take into your throat all in one go. Sure, you had tried so many times before but it was not feasible in the beginning - not when first starting up. Not to mention the ridges of his anatomy added to the difficulty. But surely you did it well enough for him to keep coming back for it.

He gave a tug and pulled your head up, causing you to stop the ministrations you were working on him with. Your eyes looked directly into his, your mouth in a pout, showing him that you wished to go back to working him.

“Five minutes is ticking, my beautiful flower.”

My beautiful flower.

Your heart began to pound harder. You felt as it ramped up and hammered in your chest. The title he had bestowed on you had you internally melting. The best part of all? You knew that he could hear it and feel it all. His Zabrak nature allowed him to pick up on all of the intricate body noises and changes. Hammering in his ears was the sound of your heart beats. He could hear the pulse radiate outward. On the air he tasted the juice your cunt was weeping, a scent that drove him absolutely insane when surrounded by it long enough.

Would five minutes be sufficient? Would he be able to make more time for you? Or would his brother truly be on his ass, hunting him down for even taking this brief moment with you?

The questions ran for a while before you realized the time was, indeed, ticking away. He loosened his grip enough to allow you to continue. And so you did. Your mouth wrapped around the giant cock, lunging forward to take in as much as you could. It hit the moist walls of your throat, muffling the moan you couldn’t help but release. Your fingers fondled at his ridges - the ones that you couldn’t reach with your mouth and throat alone - listening to him as he shifted and made some soft noises of his own. More empowerment to you.

From the many times you had done this before you had made mental notes of everything that was good and what to avoid. You knew that his ridges were a sensitive part. When you took the time to gently play with them you knew that he enjoyed it because of the way his eyes would narrow. When you shot him glances you noticed that he would seem so far away, lost in a distant place where only his pleasure resided. So you continued to rub them, one by one, as you pushed further to his base.

A gag here and there couldn’t be helped. Your eyes began welling with tears but you fought on because he needed it, you wanted to provide it, and there were only a few minutes left to achieve what you had set out to do.

A threshold was reached and you no longer could move forward without fears of actual regurgitation. Agonizingly slow you pulled back, feeling as a slick sheen of saliva was left in your wake. His cock looked like it was completely coated when you pulled all the way back, letting your lips break from him momentarily. It shimmered and glistened like a jewel, beautiful in its own right. You could admire it all day, worship it like you knew he wanted you to. Thrilling him with something so simple and yet so intimate. Each moment your lips weren’t on him, it was as if you were playing with fire.

“You better not leave me disappointed or else I will have to punish you later tonight.”

The prospect of him coming back for you later sent a thrill through your entire body. Again you knew that Savage could easily sense the uptick in your pulse, knew that the words he spoke would excite you no matter what. The promise of him punishing you if you failed him, however? Well, that was the icing on the cake. There was no way you’d let yourself stoop to failing him in this five minute endeavor, but you wanted him to come back.

“You know I won’t disappoint you, Savage.” Oh yes, confidence.

He liked when you did that. Liked when you got feisty enough to challenge him. It was a fine balance, a thin line you knew not to tread fully across but to straddle expertly. You knew exactly how to give it in small doses - just the proper amount to give him the right kind of thrill for the moment.

“But please do come back tonight and punish me anyway.”

You gave him a smirk after that, letting him see just how true you were in your statement. Back to his cock you went, but this time you knew what he really wanted. You knew that the only sure fire way to have Savage completely satisfied with this visit was to allow him the free rein he required. And you were going to give it to him. Another thrill that would be absolute insurance.

“Now fuck my throat and let me swallow all of that cum before you have to go. Or are you going to make me wait?”

His large hand had sought out your hair again. The tug was much harsher than the last time. He could have snapped your neck if he truly wanted to. But he would never want to do that. Harder he squeezed the strands in his hand, tightening his grip. He moved your head so your face was directly in front of him again, and this time he let loose.

There was no other warning. He gave no sign. It was all just one fluid movement. Deep he thrust his needy cock into your mouth. Far down your throat, causing your eyes to bulge. He didn’t stay there for long, oh no, not him. He began a pace that wracked your brain. It was exactly as you wanted, it was what you had teased him for. You knew the rules of the great game with Savage Opress. You knew what you were getting into. The weakness inside of you had to be batted away.

It was difficult to adjust to his quick motions. He was fast. Your throat was raw before long. Choking back on the coughs and desperate moans clogging it up. Difficult to manage your breathing and he knew it. He had to know it. He could feel it as easily as you felt it yourself. But still you held on for the ride. To appease him further you had kept your eyes open. You knew that he loved when he could stare into them as he did this. It got him more excited to watch the water pooling at your lids, threatening to spill.

There was no way you’d allow them to fall. No way you’d let the tears pass the threshold. Not unless he wanted you to. You gathered all of the strength you had and stared straight back into his eyes, piercing him with the same intense gaze he had given you. You knew he would love it. The fire inside of him was growing. You could feel it.

You knew the mantra you needed now to deliver you to the end of this ride. Give him the power, give him the look of utter devotion. It was all you could muster.

All time had stopped. The seconds ticking away slowed to a slug’s pace. Your vision was blurred to no end by the tears that still threatened you. All of it somehow had gone into a slow motion. And just as you thought you could no longer hold out, something happened. Something wondrous and violent.

Savage came with a thunderous roar. It broke the slow motion curse and had thrust the both of you back into reality. Super heated liquid came gushing from him directly down your throat, filling the canal up to near breaching within seconds. You swallowed it all as best as you could, only a small dribble managed to escape through your lips as he pulled his softening member from your depths.

Before you could move, before you could even think about what had happened, he was already making his own moves. He had pulled the zipper back up, shifted himself in the cramped seat. It looked like he was about to just abandon you here without a word. There were times when he actually did do that. It had always been a slightly disheartening thing to deal with, but you knew that he was busy and that sometimes it couldn’t be helped.

He surprised you this time though. Instead of disappointment soiling your heart, it was a beautiful flutter instead. Made you smile as he did it; such an intimate thing.

Savage reached down to your face and ran his thumb over your lips. He swept away the tiny bit of cum that remained dribbling out. If that wasn’t enough he surprised you with one more gift for the afternoon. He leaned down to kiss your cheek tenderly and then moved to whisper his husky voice into your ear.

“Time’s up. You better start preparing another one of your pretty holes for later.”

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You were just about to settle in to have lunch, to tuck in to the precious sandwich you had spent the last five minutes creating. A rapping at your door broke the sanctity of lunch. A strange event to be sure. Nothing but empty space stared back at you once you opened the door. Nobody was there at all, odd. For a moment you wondered if someone was having a go at you, pulling a prank just to be annoying. Go figure, they would choose the exact moment you sat down to relax to do it. In mid eye roll you noticed something on the floor by your feet.

A package! A large rectangular box with a velvet bow wrapped all around it. Done up in a fancy way. The velvet was elegant under your touch as you scooped it up. Quite a surprise to you, of course. The loveliest of surprises you could have imagined, actually! You hadn’t expected anything like this from Savage, and yet here it was in your very hands. He was going all out for you doing something like this.

What was promised in this box was an expensive night out to a famous restaurant in the upper district. He was making you feel like royalty, like you were actually worth something more than you thought you were. Receiving the package had made you smile all day long.

The now opened package lay on your bed, the note that had been tucked under the bow now placed on your pillow. That wasn’t its final resting place, however, as you kept revisiting the small note. You just couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help smiling to yourself over how simple it was and yet so intimate to you. Savage had handwritten it himself.

Yes - handwritten it. It was a big deal to you - a major deal. Who had ever done something so romantic for you before? To go out of their way to get you something? Clearly it was a sign that he really was enjoying your company.

You went back to the note again, grabbing hold of the thick card stock while your eyes scanned it over. Finding little nuances in it every time you read it, something new to discover about him just with these three simple sentences. Simple and yet so complex and full of mystery. Oh yes, your Zabrak lover was quite intriguing.

I bought this for you, wear it tonight. We are going out for dinner.

Oh kriff, it made you happy. If he stopped there it would have been enough. But this was Savage and he never left you just happy alone. There was smaller text scribbled at the bottom. This was what really made you blush and got your heart pumping. You bit your lip in thought, eyes scanning over the last scribbled sentence.

It really was such a Savage thing to do too, to make you feel safe and happy with one part of the note and then to also make you feel vulnerable and exposed with the other. Somehow you liked it when he did it because it was just so natural. It felt warm yet dirty, amazing yet sinful. Somehow it felt right. It was your relationship in a nutshell.

Do not wear panties.

You could almost hear the words read back in his voice every time you looked it over. The usual low, grumbling, sultry way that only he was capable of. The promise of a good time had made the rest of the day go by way too slowly for your liking. Lucky for you, it was dawning upon sunset now. He had left you a quick message on the holo - voice only - to let you know that he would be arriving around this time.

You had slipped the dress on only a few minutes ago and had spent the remaining time gawking at yourself in the mirror, stunned at what was staring back. The dress itself was sleek - so elegant and refined. These were adjectives you didn’t necessarily associate your Zabrak with - it was interesting to gain access to knowledge of what he considered to be appropriate for his arm candy to wear. Interesting to glimpse a little bit more into his mind. It was a gift to you and your imagination could run freely.

Your relationship with him was something so different than anything you had experienced before. It was one of depravity and need, desire, lust and sins. Every so often there was a dashing of an extra spice to the mix. On the rare occasion he would offer you his shoulder to just rest on. Sometimes he would run his fingers through your hair and actually be gentle and tender with you. You were allowed to curl up against his large frame and to soak in the warmth. The complex duality you both shared was a beautiful thing.

It was exciting to see yourself in something so polished and fancy, yes. The fabric was slightly sheer, with a high slit up the side. Surely he liked all of that. Surely that’s why he wanted no panties on, to ensure that when he stole glimpses of you, he would be able to see everything that he wanted and knew to be there all for himself.

You began to pull your hair up into a messy updo, a bun of sorts - hell, you weren’t very good at this sort of thing but you were determined to put in the effort. Look at all he was doing for you! He was arriving at any moment and you were still busying yourself with trivial things that should have already been done. 

The thought that Savage had picked this out for you personally made you shudder with excitement and glee. There was no doubt in your mind that he had envisioned you in the dress before he bought it. Did he fantasize about you in this dress? Did he go through a dozen or more just to find the perfect one? The one that suited his needs the most?

These were all questions you simply could not answer. You could guess at them, of course, but you doubted you would ever get a real answer out of him if you asked. Fashion was certainly not a main subject the two of you discussed when he was in the ‘discussing’ kind of mood.

The sound of his heavy pounding at the door had brought you out of your daze. Quickly you rushed out of your bedroom and ran off to the door.

The giant Zabrak all but scooped you up as you answered his summons, whisking you away within the next second. He didn’t even say hello or compliment you - just grabbed your hand and pulled you to the landing pad at which he had arrived at. It seemed he had paid a taxi to bring you to your destination. And only once you both were sitting and on your way toward the restaurant did he turn to you and let his gaze truly take you in. He moved close and pushed his nose to your neck, sniffing in his usual way, taking in your scent and giving a gentle nuzzle before kissing the skin.

Oh, it started off with the loving Savage, it would seem.

“I’m glad you read the bottom of that note,” he breathed the words into your neck.

He remained close for a few more moments, enjoying the closeness you both shared while speeding through the skies. When he wasn’t rushed this was usually how he would greet you. After barging into the apartment or ripping the door off of its hinges, he would take careful time to nuzzle you and to make sure his scent was there. Being a human yourself, you found his way about doing these things rather endearing. It was touching, made you melt. To know that he needed to do this little ritual made you feel extra special.

“I can smell your need for me already.”

Ah, and there was the other side of Savage that you loved.

Instantly a blush heated your cheeks. Surely he could smell the excitement on you like a stink. Of course, you knew that he enjoyed it. Knew that he didn’t mean anything bad by it. In fact, he loved it. Something inside of you mixed very well with him. You shifted a bit as he pulled away, letting his large arm drape over your shoulders.

“I’ve never been to any place so fancy,” you admitted to him, knowing that he probably already knew such a fact about you.

He knew more about you than you certainly knew about him. Just how he liked it, you guessed. Still, you were glad to be on this adventure with him now. You couldn’t imagine the delectable food choices that you’d have to choose between - you were sure that any of it would knock the sandwich you had for lunch out of the water.

Images of just how fancy and exuberant the place could be also ran through your mind. Maybe it would be a lounge, full of hazy smoke and an array colors. With an aquarium built into the walls housing all sorts of fish. You wondered if there would be plants and designer pillows on sofas scattered throughout, and holograms as large as they were vibrant.

The thoughts made you giddy, made your heart flutter a bit as you stayed there nestled against him. It only took a few more minutes to arrive at the destination. You stood up to get out, eager to feast your eyes upon the new scenery. That was when the first of many things was put into motion. As you stood up, Savage also stood. He ran his hand to your bottom and pushed the slit of the dress out of his way, groping at your momentarily exposed skin. He then reached to cup your ass, enjoying how the warm flesh fit so perfectly in his hand.

Your blush hit much harder now, turning you completely red for the moment. This action caused your pores to release some sweat, heating you up fully in - what? Embarrassment? You were not embarrassed that he wanted to touch you in such a way. But it was the idea that someone else could catch a glimpse of your intimate parts… somehow exposing yourself to someone who found it all indecent. Perhaps that was what put you on edge and made you blush harder. His fingers made you shudder but it was not a bad thing.

“S-Savage…”

He moved past you and hopped onto the platform, then reached the same scandalous hand out in a gentlemanly way, offering to help you out of the taxi. As you took it, you felt so small. That too was not a bad thing.

“This will be enjoyable, little one. Now come.”

The entrance was a long hall of beautiful paintings and ornate little tables housing vases and statues upon them. To your surprise it was well lit and did have the aquarium’s built into walls just as you hoped. It was all magical and so very interesting. You wanted to soak it all in, to sponge it up and hold the memory. It was all so stunning and magnificent.

Colors everywhere. Holograms of paradise trees, flowers, plants, everything you could imagine. All different hues, vibrating with their pretty neon buzz. There were sofas and furniture to lounge on everywhere you looked. In the middle of the room was an area designated for dancing. People were there crowding it, moving with their own flow. There was gambling happening off to one side, and a giant bar on the other side.

A few steps up led to the many dining tables where patrons who wanted to indulge in the splendor of food could go. Candles were set on all of these tables, offering a romantic atmosphere to combat the club vibe of the rest of the large room. It all made your eyes light up with wonder.

“This is amazing!” Excitement was impossible to hide as it shone through your words. There was no reason to hide it.

Savage knew this and gave a small grunt. Secretly you felt that he enjoyed just how happy you were, how animated and amazed. You at least hoped that was the case. Hoped that he was proud to have done something so special for you.

He led you up the steps to one of the dining tables. Like a true gentleman he held the chair out for you, waiting until you took your seat before helping to push you in. Everything that was happening was almost too good to be true. He moved his own seat so that it sat extremely close to you. 

A protocol waitress droid made its way to the table. Having Savage so near would have been nice as it was, but the ante was upped as soon as the droid asked if you either of you wanted drinks.

Savage took the liberty of ordering a wine for the table. As you turned to request some water on the side, that is when you felt it. All of the pieces began plummeting into place. They fell from above and began smashing all around you. There was always a reason with him - nothing was ever by chance. Time and time again he proved it. And this was a time once again.

Your voice squeaked “Water,” before the droid went off to fulfill the order.

Savage’s needy fingers had snuck their way into the slit of your dress to rub over your clit expertly. When the droid was gone, you let out a stifled moan and then shifted in your seat. Now you knew exactly why he requested no panties, and why he was sitting so close.

“What is it, little one? Cat got your tongue?”

Teasing made you horny when it involved Savage. His voice teasing you, the slight hint of a smirk on his words - oh, it definitely riled you up. It would take a keen tongue and a focused mind to be able to think of any sort of retaliation against him now. As the gears of your brain turned and as you started to let out a word, he did it again.

Expert, thick and calloused fingers ran over your intimate folds. He drew out another moan that you could not hold back. All around you the tables began filling up with patrons. Big parties with a bunch of people, and intimate one on ones. You glanced around with a look about you, slightly fearful that any one of these people might hear your reactions to him toying with you under the table. The blush crept over your cheeks and your eyes became pleading as you looked back to your monster.

Kriff, was he devious or what?

This was a new form of entertainment for him. You guessed it from how he failed to hold back the smile lighting up his amber, fiery eyes. There was a glint in them, a perfect glimmer that was so mischievous, you almost were willing to fall totally into his trap right then and there. But you couldn’t give him all of the satisfaction yet, could you?

If Savage could have it his way, he’d probably just slam you onto the table and start fucking you in the middle of the restaurant, no worries and no remorse at all. Not only would you never be able to come back to this ritzy restaurant again, but you’d probably never be able to show your face on half of Coruscant again either. The embarrassment would be too much.

And yet, as your eyes remained on the faint trace of a Savage smile - the most wondrous gift of all - you felt that maybe you wouldn’t care how much of a spectacle you two would be. That if he really wanted to bend you over and have his way, you would willingly let him do it in front of the entire populace. Anything he wanted, anything at all, you were willing to give him.

His fingers ran over your clit for a third and forth time. Each pass over it made you shudder, your breaths becoming more ragged.

“Kriff, S-Savage…” you managed through gritted teeth. What could you do to excite him more? You had to give him something else, something to grab hold of to let him truly know you would always surrender to him. How to give him the reins but to also remind him that you weren’t a victim in this, no, you were a willing participant and had your own agenda too. It hit you like a ton of bricks as the droid returned with the bottle.

As it set the bottle down on the table, you reached underneath and grabbed his wayward hand. Blindly you felt around for his fingers and moved them down further. You sat up a bit to arch your back. This posture allowed for your next move to work out properly. With a loud moan you became the one in control. You plunged two of his large fingers into you, this time not caring how ridiculous your face screwed up or how loud the noises you made were. One finger usually took a bit of coaxing before your body accepted it, but two at once prying you open?

Your face was red and you felt hot. His fingers were still there and he hadn’t made to move them at all. You could feel his nails pushing deeper into you with every slight movement your own body made. Raw yet wonderful. With as much effort as you could muster, you moved your hips to encourage him to pump his hand, offering him back the reins of the ride once again.

There was too much noise going on - too many voices speaking and laughing - to hear the dirty sounds your own cunt was making, but you felt it all. Felt how you were already leaking, felt the heat of your womb gushing forward, the way his fingers left squishing sounds in their wake. Savage kept up a pace with his fingers diving in and pulling out. It was going to drive you to madness but you had to keep a steady head. Had to give him one more thrill. You gathered strength for your words, and you did not disappoint.

“Out of all of these people, all of their noise and their scents…” Your focus was directly into his eyes now, your lips quivering as you spoke but still you tried to remain clear.

“Can you still smell me amongst them all? Smell how much I want you to fuck me?”

Something new fired in his eyes as he stared back and listened to your naughty words. They glowed with pride. Was he proud of what you had just said and done? Proud of how you handled his teasing with your own matching perfectly? Proud that you had managed to turn the tables on him in such an exciting way?

“You drip with the scent of arousal, my beautiful flower. And I’ll fuck you right here if that’s what you need. I can’t deny my mate if she’s in heat for me.”

Whatever he did after that, you were nothing but a rag doll. His words struck you in a way that you couldn’t have predicted at all. 

My mate.

After that exchange, Savage took you to a back room that housed some mops and cleaning products. He fucked the shit out of you there. He had pushed your dress up just enough to make for easy access. Did his very best to make sure that he fully spent you to absolute exhaustion in that room. Needless to say, you didn’t get to have any dinner that night. He carried you bridle style out of the room and restaurant, straight out to a taxi to bring you both back home to your apartment. You in one arm and the untouched wine bottle in the other.

As you laid against him on the ride home, with eyes closed and exhaustion totally setting in, you thought about how nice it would be to have some of that wine at a later time. You fell asleep after that, and the next time you woke you were tucked into bed still cuddled against him.

This night was a true victory.

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Cold. You had been tied up in this position for what felt like eternity. Common sense told you it wasn’t that long. It must have been at least an hour and a half though, give or take thirty minutes. Time was incredibly slow when you were in such a position, of course. It gave much time to think back to how this had even happened, how you had gotten yourself into such a predicament.

Savage had come into your quarters in the middle of the night. He hadn’t torn the apartment door off its hinges this time, but he had come in like a stalker in the night; expertly quiet and masked in the shadows. For someone so lumbering and huge as he, it was surprising that he did not make a sound. Well, not entirely true - a few of his footsteps had roused you from sleep. It hadn’t been a deep sleep but you hadn’t just fallen asleep either. It was the middle ground. When you were just starting to get into it and were slipping away from the tethers of reality. That, of course, is when he woke you from it, leaving you groggy and confused.

Any fear you had about being woken up by an intruder at some odd hour of the night died away quickly when his silhouette came into view. There was absolutely no mistaking him for anyone else. That regal silhouette, so large and basked in the shadows of the midnight hour. Any lights filtering in from the blinds of your window only added to the mystery he had swirling around him. Maybe it was just you being woken up, but your eyes were already adjusted to the darkness. Even so, nothing could prepare you for what his scheme would be for this night.

Savage gave you no time to greet him before he went to work. He pulled you from the bed to strip all of your clothing off - for karkin’ sake, they were only your silly pajamas (you had not expected him to show up like this or else you would have worn something much more entertaining for him) - but he stripped them off nonetheless. You were lucky he didn’t rip them entirely, for they were your favorite pair of comfy clothes. Loungewear that you usually donned when he wasn’t around because they certainly weren’t very flattering.

Comfy didn’t matter now though. He made quick work of what he was doing, which would prove to not be a remaining theme for this night, it would seem. He slipped one pair of metal handcuffs to your bedpost and onto one of your wrists, leaned down to breathe into your neck for a few moments, and then grabbed the second pair to attach your other wrist to the other side of the bed.

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Savage had been devious the whole time. Since he had crept into your home and snuck into your bedroom unannounced, until he slipped both handcuffs to your wrists and the bed posts - it had all been devious. The worst part had been the hour and a half of nothing at all. Just laying there, naked and exposed to him. Needy and wanton without any kind of reprieve.

Luckily for you, the tides were finally shifting. His warm, hard body was leaning against you. Still you had the blindfold on, still you could see nothing. But you felt it. Felt it with more feeling than you thought you would. Maybe it was your hormones on such high alert, maybe it was your senses being used in a different way than usual. Maybe it was a combination of all of that. You weren't sure. You were no philosopher. You did not need to be.  It was your body and you knew it better than anyone else.

Well, maybe he knew it well too. In fact, you knew he did. He knew how to listen to it and to hear it in its full choir of need. He was also the reason why you had been left to feel this way for so long in the first place. But it seemed that now he was making good on it all. After his kisses, his fingers started up. Strong, calloused and clawed, he dragged them over your throat - letting the nails dig hard into your skin. You barely could hold back the moan as it fell from your parted lips.

"Let it out," he advised, his voice dripping with desire. "I want to hear every noise you make."

Savage's way with words had always left you in a state of pure lust. No matter what he said, no matter the context at all, that voice of his was just such a turn on. When that voice was added to a very naughty statement? Well, perfection was somehow upped. It was a turn on of epic proportions, and it was happening now as you let your moans continue their chorus.

He scratched his way down to your breasts, letting his nails continue the journey down your stomach and belly button. He stopped at your pelvic bone. The warmth of his hands was heightened even more by your lack of sight.

"Kriff... Savage, I need you."

There was suddenly a sound of him moving himself down. You still couldn't tell what was happening exactly but you had a good guess in the next moment as heated breaths hit your pussy. You felt as his hands closed around your hips showing the pure strength of domination their master possessed.

"I already told you that I know that," he replied rather smugly. His voice was heating your mound even more with every word he spoke. "I can smell this arousal on you. All for me."

His chin tickled at your skin as he spoke. He was still only flirting with his breath on you, though you knew his face was getting closer. Could only imagine the beautiful liquid amber gaze staring directly at your clit, fighting against himself to reach out and touch it with his tongue. To prolong your agony. To enjoy the movements he was bringing out of you.

You moaned again, the crazed thoughts rushing through your head now stoking your fever even more. Writhing was the new way to go about this endeavor. There was hardly any control left in your body. You moved, from left to right, body crying out to him to touch you. You could feel his breaths still so very close, and you tried your best to steer your pelvis toward him. To move closer if only just an inch to gain more ground.

A chuckle.

You heard him try to muffle it but you could not deny that you did hear it. It was a small thing but you knew it to be true. He enjoyed how badly you desired him. He'd never let you live this down. In all honesty, you didn't want to live it down. Let him hold it over you for all time - so long as he wanted to be with you at all. It was a gift to be teased by this handsome Zabrak. Your handsome Zabrak.

Savage tutted and then there was a shift. He had moved closer and began running something warm and slippery over your folds. It instantly made your toes curl, your body arched with need and your eyes almost shed tears. The sound of the victory was a beautiful thing as your pussy clenched and pleaded.

He ran his tongue up and down, focusing on your clit and the exact movements he knew to bring you one giant step closer to cumming. He pulled the tongue away just enough to release some friction and tension. It was now a faint, feathery touch he left behind. Running circles over the pearl of pleasure at your center. The handcuff chains rattled as you pulled at them, writhing in the most wondrous agony you had felt with him by tongue alone.

"Oh, Savage!"

It was a cry. A plea to every deity in the galaxy. You desired him above anyone and everyone else. He held all the power in his hands - or in this case, his tongue. It was a gift from the heavens, bestowed onto you for whatever reason. Luck of the draw? Who cared. You were here, living this wonderful life, in this moment being pleasured by an absolute killer. Your monster.

Savage's feathery touches ended as abruptly as they began. Instead of beating around the bush, so to speak, he now plunged head first into the fray. With a powerful fervor he placed his entire mouth onto your folds. It was consumption at its full degree. The sounds were almost too much for you. Slurping at the folds and kissing them, licking and moaning into them. He wanted to make sure you were good and ready for whatever else he was planning to do to you. And kriff, you were going to be fully and well prepared.

You weren't sure how long he was devouring you for in this way. Minutes, hours, days? Everything was a blur. Still only darkness greeted your eyes as they had remained blindfolded the entire time.

Darkness until that fateful moment when the lights went on. The bright white lights of the fireworks display in your head lit up your world in an instant. Shockwaves pulsed out of you. It was sent from the gods above, sent down to you in the form of liquid flame to your entire body. It rolled through you.

The scream you released had made Savage stop to admire. But you were too far lost in your orgasm to feel that he had stopped. He was entirely hidden from your view, but in that moment of the rush, you felt as though you could see him fully with some sort of second sight. See the way he admired and praised your cunt, how he made it weep solely for him. You knew there would be arrogance on that handsome face of his. Knew that the sight of him being that way would bring you to another precipice and orgasm in an instant. That he was pleased with himself, pleased with making you a complete disaster - a mess.

The high of your body had started to settle. Your ears rushing with blood began to subside and reality filtered in again. It seemed as though you had been knocked out of your own body for a few minutes there. You hadn't felt the bed move or the positions change. Not until it was in front of you, waiting for your lips to accept the gift he was now giving you.

Savage had moved onto the bed and was kneeling before you, his giant cock pulsating right in front of your lips. He moved forward to press it closer, wanting you to begin.

"Ready me for the grand finale, little one. Your juices are enough but I want to feel your lips on me first."

It was more than he normally said when expecting a blow job from you. Obediently you opened your mouth and ran your tongue over the head. This had the potential to become frustrating with the lack of your own hands to steady it in front of you, but you made do as you could. Showing him just how willing you were to please him in return.

Coating his cock with your saliva was easy. You spit on it and licked it from head down the shaft, as far as your restrained hands would let you move forward. Pleasuring his balls was difficult - they were just out of reach to be a nuisance to get to, but you gave it all of the effort you could muster. Your body was still aching with the need to be filled by him. As wet as you were, you knew you could continue to let the juices flow. It wasn't like they were going to stop any time soon.

Just running your tongue up the length and admiring the girth through blind vision was enough to keep them flowing, of course. You wanted to reach down and rub at your needy clit some more. To run your fingers over your folds and to pleasure yourself as you sucked him. But it was not possible. Restraints.

Somehow Savage sensed the small frustrations in your body language. He let out another chuckle and reached to cup your cheeks with both of his hands. In a very gentle way he moved you and pulled his erection from your mouth. For a moment you wondered what his next move would be. Wondered if he would unleash a beast or be gentle with you. It could always go one of two ways... and there was always the possibility that maybe he'd introduce a new way to think. Anything was possible with Savage Opress.

"I want to hear your screams. Wake the whole apartment complex up."

It wasn't a suggestion. It wasn't an idea. No, Savage had let you know exactly what he expected. And you were not going to disappoint.

The plunge of his cock into you was intense. It was a searing pain that was so addictive to you, you didn't know what else to do except to let out the scream he wanted. The girth was always difficult to get used to. He was truly a monster and he was yours. It was exactly as you wanted it.

His pace had started up and your body was still engulfed in flames from the inside out. You were denied the chance to wrap your arms around his thick neck, to pull him close and to demand kisses. You couldn't do much except lay there splayed out, taking the pounding.

With each thrust it felt as though you were going to break in half. The feeling relented as time went on. You weren't sure if it truly was or if your brain had become so fractured, you just couldn't feel much anymore.

But it wasn't entirely true. There were many things you were feeling. Your heart was pounding so heavily in your chest that it almost made you dizzy to hear it. Your blood was gushing through your veins in a rapid state. More liquid than usual, coasting through every inch of you. Sweat was forming all over your body, and was heating up the fabric around your eyes. It was becoming a maddening display of exhaustion.

He pushed deeper into you and you swore you'd crack. No longer did you have any control over your moaning and screams. Whatever noises were flooding out of your lips were foreign to you. To hear them over your heart beats and blood was a monumental task that couldn't even be completed. Somewhere along the line you felt his large hands wrapped around you again. Around your hips you felt him, making moves to push you up a bit and to slam into you in a slightly different angle.

That is when everything went white again. It felt as though you had left your body behind and was shed from it, newly born like a phoenix from its own ashes. The orgasm rolled through you so violently that for a few moments you could not feel it at all. It consumed you in the most wholly of ways, eating you up and devouring every ounce of your being. Whether he had came, you were not sure. Not until a few minutes later when your limp and pathetic body started coming back to life.

Savage's seed was dripping from you. You felt the dribble of it coming out and sliding down your ass. Some of it had dribbled to your leg. It was a constant stream of depravity. And it made you feel alive.

For a minute or two you were left to your own devices. Another minute and he removed the blindfold, allowing the dark midnight air to penetrate your eyes. Instantly you could see his silhouette looming close, and the next instant felt his lips on yours in the most hungry of kisses. The two of you remained that way for a while, simply taking in all of the kisses Savage was willing to gift onto you.

The handcuffs were removed. Your wrists hurt. Didn't realize how much force you had been using to try and pull with. The indentation of the cuffs were deep in your skin. With limbs now yours to command again, you spent the rest of the conscious night laying with him. Yes, another gift that Savage had given to you. He had decided to stay with you in the bed, allowing for you to snuggle against him. Every so often you were given more kisses, with the occasional bite.

"Perfect," he muttered. And it was the last thing you remembered before drifting off to sleep.

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He had stripped you of your clothing and placed you at the large window in your bedroom. The only thing he had said to you was that he'd be back soon. That you were to remain facing forward at the window the entire time.

Somehow you felt that if you moved even an inch, or turned ever so slightly, he would notice it. That he would know you hadn't followed his rule. For Savage you were utterly obedient. You would not allow yourself to fail him - no matter how awkward or odd of a request it was.

For a while you stood there, trying your best not to notice how close you were to humanity in your nakedness. After ten minutes you started to shiver. It was unavoidable for you. The next apartment complex across the way was far enough that you knew you couldn't really be seen. But still you felt rather exposed.

Exposure.

It made you wilt a bit more, shuddering at the thought of someone else seeing you. The good little obedient part of you was loyal only to Savage. There was no way you would even want someone else to ever see you in such a vulnerable state. The longer you stood there, the more you realized those obvious facts. You were disgusted at the idea of someone else taking pleasure in seeing you. Mortified over the idea of someone else finding you attractive. Scared to think that someone out there might love you.

You were meant only for him. He was this giant anomaly that had entered your life and become your life. Fully you welcomed it. The first few times had seemed like chance but it did not take long to put two and two together. The painfully obvious things that had once not even been on your radar: Savage needed you. He craved you. He found no pleasure in anyone else but you.

That's how you felt, anyway. That's what you thought with the entirety of your very heart to be true. Gently you reached up to your neck and rubbed at its connection to your shoulder. Your body was beginning to ache being exposed for so long in the cool apartment air. You had been standing still for over an hour or more at this point. There was nothing but silence in your apartment. Nothing but the faint sounds of life going on down below and out across the way.

You knew he was not in the house. Doubted he was even close by. This was another one of his odd games - but you thought that maybe it was also a test. And when it involved Savage, you sure as hell were not going to fail such a test. Armoring yourself with new-found confidence, you stood taller and let your hand fall.

There was something stirring in your mind brought about by the confidence you had found. Something in you had begun wishing to test the waters with Savage. You had begun to challenge him a bit more as of late. Nothing too bad, nothing too outlandish - but every so often you would tease him. You would try to break down a barrier or two of his. You'd try to make him laugh, try to have him see a new way of viewing something - even if it was ever so small. And, mostly you were allowed these advances.

It was like a great game of chess. The long game was what truly mattered. The tiny battles did not define everything. There was to be something spectacular in the end. You wanted to be the victorious one. And your definition of victorious could very well be different than his own. Maybe you both could win.

It was during these thoughts - thoughts of what you'd want to try to push the boundaries of today - that a rustling at the door broke your concentration. You wanted to turn around and see what was going on but you knew better than to break your form now.

In he stalked, you didn't need to see him properly to know that it was so obviously Savage. Something in the air was unmistakably him. You weren't a Zabrak nor could you 'sense' him like how an animal does, but there was something on the air that was just him. You knew it and that's what mattered.

Calming, nurturing and brutality all in one.

His voice rang out a moment later. It sent a chill up your spine, goosebumps prickling to life all over your body.

"You'll stay like this the whole time. I want you from behind."

Your body had become cold as you stood there over time. But once his large hands ran over you, you felt every single thing heat up in unison. All senses powered on and you couldn't help but note how hard your heart began to pound because of it. It echoed in your chest like the beat of a war drum.

He moved himself so that his lips were by your ear, breathing sweet nothingness into it for a long while. His breath was heating the side of your face up, making you feel even more grounded given the circumstance of obeying. It was a welcome feeling to say the least. After the long amount of time spent with you just being alone with your thoughts, having him here with you now was very pleasant indeed.

The confidence you had built earlier decided to let itself be known. You did not turn, did not move at all, but you smiled and knew he could faintly see the reflection of it in the glass of the window.

"Then take me from behind, Savage. I'm obedient, I'm not going anywhere."

Your words were spoken in a serious tone. You had meant what you said and there was no denying it in the way you spoke it. You could feel him shift, admiring the way you had taken charge - if only it was just a tiny bit. It made him feel something because you felt it on the air like an electric spark. It was small but you noticed that it was there.

Savage freely let his giant hands roam your body. He reached around and grabbed your breasts with increasing need. He moved himself closer so that his chest was pressing on your back. You realized he was still very much clothed. The fabric and metal rubbed against your naked flesh. It added friction and coldness to your already stimulated senses.

Those senses were going into overdrive trying to feel everything that was going on around you. Facing the window meant you could not reach out to touch him. It meant that you were limited to anything that you would have wanted to do.

Was this punishment or pleasure? The two words went hand in hand when it came to Savage. They somehow related to each other - and you had no problem with that. Even so, in this moment you wondered if you could handle his teasing or if it would become too much.

"Very obedient," his voice was husky and getting deeper and needier the more you kept him talking. Maybe it was to your advantage. You wanted to test the waters further and see for yourself.

So you took another proverbial step. You pushed your behind into him. Felt the pants still gracing his godly lower half as a barrier between you two, but knowing that something was stirring behind them.

"I stood here for so long waiting for you. Touch me more."

There was no 'please' or quiet mumbling, no, this was your chance to shine. This was your chance to lead him along a path that was of your own making.

His hands were still massaging at your breasts when he slowed his pace, taking in your words intently. Rare was it that he allowed you to tell him what to do. Rarer still was that he actually was obeying you. The change of events was dramatic. It offered you a new thrill that you hardly had a taste of.

His hands slowly parted from your chest and went down to your stomach. His hands were large enough so that even when he was on your stomach, his fingers were able to reach down and graze the curving of your folds.

But he was strategic with his movements. And as quickly as he went down, he decided that now was not the time. And instead it was time to go up. Gently he rubbed over your back, feeling each indent of your spine, relishing how soft your skin was and just how fragile you were to him.

Another amazing moment happened when he got up to your shoulders and began giving you a very deep massage. His hands were so strong, and he didn't need to do much to actually make you feel wonderful.

You couldn't help but close your eyes and daydream about him in this moment. Even though he was right there behind you, you imagined other scenarios unfolding in your head. His massage was offering you peace that you hadn't gotten for the entire time you had been standing. Visions ran through your mind, each one making your smile wider and happier.

You thought of a beach. Toes pushed deep into the sand while Savage sat behind you, gently rubbing sunscreen into your skin. The warmth of the air mixed with the heat of his body - it was a lulling phenomena that just felt perfect. Like when you're drunk and finally hit your bed. The warmth and snuggly feeling it produced was wondrous.

Another vision came into your head just as the last faded away. You were with him in a very fancy hotel. The two of you lounging on each other in some sort of hedonistic stupor. Somehow your hands always found each other's bodies. The two of you found beautiful simplicity in this scene - and even that was a pleasurable experience.

Savage moved forward so his body was even closer to yours now. Of course his erection had begun to liven even more. He pushed close so that it hit your ass, waking you fully from the daydreaming. You hadn't realized that his hands had moved once again until you felt them in a new place. He was running one up your arm and the other stayed over the curve of your hip.

"No stretching today, little one. Is that alright?"

Was he asking you if it was alright? Well, of course, you just heard him say it. This was also something relatively new. It was almost dangerous, but you braced yourself and then decided to give him a nod of affirmation. Yes, let him enter you with no stretching. Let him break you apart like a starving man ripping a fruit in two to get to the sweet nectar.

Pain and pleasure went hand in hand with Savage Opress. And the pain was not bad. It wasn't bad because he was the one doing it to you. That is the way you always looked at it. He was large, he couldn't control these things about him. You loved him for how he was and who he was.

You hoped that he felt something similar for you - that you weren't just some rag doll he always came to see just to let loose and to abandon when he saw fit. At times you still weren't totally sure but that was just the fear in your head. The fear of being rejected down the line was an internal factor. Your human error, so to speak. The blip in you that made you who you were, but the same part of you that you hated and wished you didn't have.

Simply put - a personal problem that you had to overlook. And overlook it you did in this moment.

The warmth of his hands left your body as he went to work pulling off his pants.

"Your shirt too, Savage. I want to feel all of you," you were bold in your request.

It was spoken as a demand but it was meant to be lighter than that.

"I want to be able to see your skin in the reflection. You know I love your tattoos..."

If the first part was bold than the second part was almost crossing the line. It was all truth and your mouth seemed to be untamed by the red flags and warnings your mind was screaming at you with. What would he do? Deny you of your humble little request? Boldness spiked your blood with more adrenaline, and you stared at the reflection, squinting slightly to try and see his reaction.

Within a moment you heard his shirt being shrugged off. You knew it to be true because you heard it hit the floor - it was much less heavy than the pants he had thrown down previously. And the feeling as he pushed his chest to your back sealed the deal. He had done just as you asked. He had taken his shirt off and he was now humming with desire. You felt it like an engine revving up. It was something deep in his chest that was almost a purr.

"You can lick them later," Savage's words felt like they had a grin about them.

When you were able to see his reflection in the window, you knew that he was donning a grin indeed. Something about what you said had made him happy. Happier than you thought he would be given the situation of his obedient little pet talking back to him. It was a continuation of a pleasant surprise.

"For now, I want you to prepare yourself," he instructed.

Savage reached around and grabbed onto one of your hands. He guided it down and made you brush your own finger tips around the tender folds of your pussy. This was what he meant as far as preparation was concerned.

"Touch yourself," he whispered softly into your ear.

His voice was making your insides churn with desire. The factory was open now, going to work at full blast. You felt as your arousal woke and began crying itself out of you. Just his mannerisms, words, and voice were enough to have you wanting to cream yourself. Easily you reached to your clit and began rubbing it in the masterful way that only you knew to do. All the while you were staring out of the window, remembering that you were exposed to the outside world in a way that was just so naughty.

"Have I fucked you at this window before, my  little one?"

Your ears began swimming with the sound of your own blood sloshing around. You bit your lip and then sighed, trying hard to focus on his words. His hands had started rubbing at your ass, cupping each cheek and running the pads of his thumbs over the fair skin. Smooth as silk, pleading to be slapped. Automatically you arched your back a bit and pushed your behind into his hands further.

"N-no, not like this..." Your reply was quiet.

Your fingers sped up and you were guiding yourself to the edge. Savage raised a hand and slammed it down, letting the faintest of moans fall from his lips as he watched your skin recoil and jiggle at the intrusion. The smack was loud and made you squeak, which only made him hungrier to hear it again.

And so he did it again and again. At least four times he smacked your ass, leaving red marks on the heated skin. He hardened to the point of absolutely no return, and before you could even finish your masturbation, he grabbed you by your waist and with the ease of his strength, lifted you enough so that he could position his dick to your entrance.

"Then today is the day."

Savage slammed you down as hard as he had been slapping you previously. He was throbbing intensely, his dick aching for its only sheathe. Your pussy encased him. The feeling of the two bodies becoming one was the ultimate mixture of the pleasure and pain you associated with him. It was painful. His girth was simply an impossible task but you needed to do it. You were here to slay the impossible, after all.

You couldn't help your body's reaction to him however. You gasped and strained a moan, almost crying at the entrance. But he held you still, allowing your body to turn to pudding in his hands. You wanted to crumple up like a piece of discarded paper on the floor, but he began to pull out of you. His thrusts were short to try and keep the pain to a minimum. And for a while he let the sex unfold as such.

Your heart was racing and you could do nothing but reach your hand out to touch the glass of the window. Weakly you felt it under your touch. Savage's hands gripped you in a vice-like hold, ensuring that you would have to put the least amount of effort in. He wanted to pleasure you, it seemed. Realizing it made you crack a smile.

Over time the intrusion of his giant cock began fading away. The fiery pain of being split open was subsiding as your body finally allowed the adjustment to take place.

Somehow he knew that your body was finally relenting. Maybe he felt it in the way your pussy held onto him, maybe he just knew it with secondary sense. Whatever the reason, it made you feel good. He let you down so that your legs were back on solid ground. You held your own body up now, capable of doing so and proud to show that you could.

To make it easier for both of you, you leaned forward and held yourself up by the window itself. Body hunched over and ass out so he could hit you at the correct angles. It was then that he began a new thrusting motion. He sped up and held you around your stomach, pulling you close with every re-entry he shot through you. Your moans were fogging the glass in front of you, and you strained to see his reflection.

It was a few minutes of hitting it straight from the back for Savage. He lost himself in the moans and sounds of your collective sex. In the warmth of your cunt he found the solace he sought so frequently. It was a peace - even though this was carnal and full of motion, it was somehow peaceful. It gave him a sense of purpose that was totally different than his norm.

Being lost in his passion for you was one of the few things in the galaxy that made him feel whole. He could not admit it to you, no, but he wanted you to feel it. He hoped that in his own twisted way, he was telling it to you. With his body he was trying to speak to you. The culmination of it all was five erratic thrusts. They were completely out of his control. It was the end.

His face contorted, and you strained to see it evolve in the glass. You watched through rolling eyes as he came deep inside of you. Over and over the heated pulses washed into you with force and vigor. The feelings below were divine - but you tried your very best to keep your eyes focused on his reflection. Contorted with desire, turning to exhaustion. The next moment made your heart stop entirely.

You swore you saw him smile. It was a genuine, sweet smile. A smile that lit up his eyes and made him almost look angelic. It was a fleeting moment, of course, but you had seen it. It had to be real, right? It had to be. His smile faded a bit as he leaned down and the most romantic thing happened after that.

He leaned down and gave the softest kiss to your shoulder blade. He nuzzled into it for a mere moment, before pulling away.

But it had happened. It had happened. The reflection didn't lie. It was real.

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