Fri Jan 18, 2013 9:58 pm by Rhyannon
*An idea that appeared in the morning and was given form by evening. When a woman wants something, she usually gets it. And if that woman is Rhyannon, she ALWAYS gets it.
In all her twenty four years, Rhyannon hadn├óÔé¼Ôäót felt a need so desperate. She undid her slick and body catching suit, feeling hot and bothered, in spite of the cold temperature that had crept into the room. She hadn├óÔé¼Ôäót even thought, three months back, that she would be in such agony. His hard silvery eyes and the feel of his hard rough hands over her skin was all she could think about.* *Throwing the top part of the suit off herself roughly, she stood up in front of the refresher.* *Her very skin seemed to be on fire ├óÔé¼ÔÇ£ burning with need, craving to be put out├óÔé¼┬ª by him.
Rhyannon was the heiress to the only daughter of the second richest echani family in the universe, Rhyannon was everything that a wealthy family├óÔé¼Ôäós darling daughter should be like - spoiled and used to getting her way in any and every matter. She wasn├óÔé¼Ôäót used to asking for something twice and couldn├óÔé¼Ôäót tolerate anybody questioning her actions. White hair bounced around a gorgeous, heart shaped pink face from which her pearl blue eyes twinkled like sapphires. Small, white teeth shone every time she smiled her delicate smile, but only those closest to her could spot the harmonious, almost good gleam in her eyes. She stood at only five feet and nine inches, but one soft word of hers could turn the whole world upside down. Although she was a demanding, pampered daughter, she loved her heritage to bits. She took upon the Jedi path many years ago, still a padawan with a deceased master she often sought for a figure of such to be in her life.
Although she possessed skills in the Echani arts and the force, Rhyannon never used it for bad reasons. She herself had too much fun on a daily basis to want to give up all that to become independent, but fate decided differently. She never woke without that presence intruding in her mind and never went to bed heavily.*
*She took her lightsaber from the holster on the bottom part of her suit which still was formed to her and only her top was off, her Bra still in place holding those 34 B sized breasts of hers. She inspected her first creation with great antiquity for any male formations or scratches.* *A beautiful piece that she held dear to her heart, as beautiful as her figure.* *She lit the one end as the vibrant blue blade snapped out ready to melt its way through something and then the other side extended out.* *Pure beauty harnessed in a defensive weapon of the Jedi...* *She set her hand over the humming blade centimeters off of its surface her eyes closed as she called out in a soft tune trying to connect to her master.*
<< "Master, how I have become intrigued..." >>
*She tried to make somewhat of a connection with him through her lightsaber, both had built it together and part of him still remained even after his passing. The connection was exhilarating to say the least; it was like a different world altogether, almost touching the very fabrics of the force, the very essence of another whom has become part of it.*
<< "I miss you so much master..." >>
*In her time at the academy she caught every padawan├óÔé¼Ôäós eye as soon as she entered a room, and took her time in deciding which one she would gyrate against under the tensions of sparing in combat. It wasn't before long that she had met a young padawan by the name of Oceo Boceras, a strapping yet timid male. Time went on and a connection happened between them. She looked forward to seeing even being around him daily and one day during sparing practice and a private session, the tension remained between them. At some point the rope can only hold so much weight before giving way. They were right in the middle of a sparing when they were against each other, she made some last attempts to badger him with words before letting him gently push her into a corner and testing his kissing skills which she knew would eventually come. If he was a good kisser, she├óÔé¼Ôäód make out enthusiastically till she was content. If the making out was good, she would tug at his arm and lead him to the ground and let him go a little further. If he really excited her, she├óÔé¼Ôäód race to her quarters and quietly lead him inside and proceed to indulge in frenzied passionable activities hours on end if it lasted that long.
Everything about her was extreme. When she crafted, she had skills and she was almost the perfect female. When she wanted a male, she would flirt, and tease, and tempt until he wanted to be with her. And if after all that she found that he didn├óÔé¼Ôäót excite her or please her as she hoped or expected, she never thought twice before asking him to show himself out the door. Although she never went passed forth base and everything was kept secretive with in her quarters, she was never expelled by exile from the academy. If she liked something, Rhyannon got it through hard work and accomplishment. If she didn├óÔé¼Ôäót approve of something, it would usually be very far away from her sight within seconds and very verbal in nature.
Then the day came that would reshape her world of freedom and peace.
Rhyannon burst out of her quarters, as she heard the alarms. A book dropped from her hands. She had let her eyes skim the titles without really reading them. She loved books, which was a contradiction to the wild life she usually led. She was very well read, and had no tolerance for dim witted people. If she found a male hot and he wasn├óÔé¼Ôäót very bright, the time she spent in his presence would be spent with the two of them in positions where he talking would be unnecessary or impossible. Only seconds ago she had ran her finger along the spine of book after book. Explosions rocked the academy, screamed filled the halls, mass hysteria, the smell. The smell of burnt skin, smoke, death. Her master had been the very first to fall against the attackers as he had stood guard. He died a good death, one not shortened by the conflict as he did not go down easily. Something she had always admired about him and his ways. Always toughing things out until the end when Murphy├óÔé¼Ôäós Law was around. The academy was evacuated, her exceptionally as she and the others would hopefully go on and rebuild if ashla permitted. She caught a glimpse of her master lying on the ground; a pillar crushed his body, light flames around him as everyone was running down the hall to the transport. Sorrow filled her heart, all she wanted to do was fall to her knees and give up her life for his, do anything she could to bring him back. But she knew she couldn't and only stood there in disbelief for a moment before she was snapped out of it by one of the knights escorting the padawan's. Her and the others were hurried onto the ship and as she sat int he seat viewing the destruction and dangers from outside through a port, she knew that the thing called freedom, the very essence of peace would never be the same from this day forth.*
*Her hand still hovered over the blade, warmed by its almost insinuating burn. Her eyes distant as she removed her hand and deactivated the lightsaber and placed it on the near by sink as she lived back in reality for a brief moment. Her mind still upon Ral, she yearned for him but wanted things to happen naturally as she bent down stripping the rest of her suit off of her body. The last bit to come off was her panties that glided down her legs and then the sound of her bra unclasping and then falling tot he floor. Still fatuating over him while she stood back up, the feeling of his lips bruising hers was driving her insane. She could barely walk into the refresher and stand. Her legs quaked over the thought of Ral's lips touching hers in such a passionate way. She pulled the knob for the refresher to let its spray of hot water onto her body. It wasn't before long as the steam began to form in the refresher room.*
*Rhyannon's mind drifted back to someone caressing her face gently, that someone was Ral. Opening her eyes, she took in the sight of him as if he was actually there with her, his skin like ivory and glossy silver hair; he smiled a heart breakingly handsome smile that made her heart flutter like a school girl with a crush. Oh, she loved the feeling! Her imagination carried her to her bed as she stood there under the hot water. Grinning contently, she rolled him over and straddled him, kissing him hungrily. This one, I├óÔé¼Ôäóm not done with yet, she thought to herself, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. Running her hands over his slim and defined, smooth body; she slid her tongue into his mouth. He flipped her over gently, burying his face in her neck. Rhyannon hummed happily, stretching her small body under his. She loved that she could shout and moan and scream her ecstasy as loud as she wished. Her own quarters were isolated from the rest of the ship, and even if Ral heard her, she loved how he must be picturing what was going on during the throes of passion she was having though it would seem muffled and unrecognizable.
Arching as the Ral├óÔé¼Ôäós mouth found her dusky nipple, Rhyannon moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she stood there waining for him. For a wild moment, she thought she├óÔé¼Ôäód forgotten his name. And then as another moan escaped her, as she toughed her self diligently in the refresher still lost in the dream she remembered how she├óÔé¼Ôäód screamed his name repeatedly for most of the previous night in her sleep, and grinned again.
├óÔé¼┬ØOH! Ral!├óÔé¼┬Ø, she moaned, as he slowly let two fingers slip into her smooth folds. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh, don├óÔé¼Ôäót stop!├óÔé¼┬Ø, she added, biting her lower lip as his tongue joined his fingers. Rhyannon always had her way in bed. She got the guy to get her in whatever position she felt like. No male ever tried to have his way with her. Her very kisses were bossy and demanding, and the guy instantly realized that he├óÔé¼Ôäód have to do as she wished.
Letting out a shrill shriek, Rhyannon came into Ral├óÔé¼Ôäós mouth, her legs rising into the air.
├óÔé¼┬ØDo it again├óÔé¼┬Ø, she ordered, as Ral started to rise from where he knelt between her legs. Without any sign of protest, he dipped his head back down. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo, not the fingers├óÔé¼┬Ø, she said, her voice high and clear. ├óÔé¼┼ôUse just your mouth until I ask you to use your fingers├óÔé¼┬Ø. As he obeyed, Rhyannon's gleaming, graceful beasts tinged with adrenaline.
├óÔé¼┬ØYes! Oh, yes!├óÔé¼┬Ø, Rhyannon screamed, her small hands tugging at Ral├óÔé¼Ôäós messy styled hair. ├óÔé¼┼ôOooh! Suck me.. Yes! Suck on my area!├óÔé¼┬Ø, she didn├óÔé¼Ôäót think twice about giving graphic details of what she wanted her man to do. She believed that if she wanted something, she should ask for it clearly. ├óÔé¼┼ôAh! Aaah! Ral! Put your fingers in me now! Now! Yes, like that. Deeper, Ral!├óÔé¼┬Ø, her hips bucked violently, and she sat up, holding his head tightly to her womanhood. ├óÔé¼┼ôYES!├óÔé¼┬Ø, she shrieked one final time, coming yet again into his mouth.
├óÔé¼┬ØI love eating you├óÔé¼┬Ø, Ral smiled, sitting up and licking his lips. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou├óÔé¼Ôäóre feistier than you usually are when you├óÔé¼Ôäóre being pleasured├óÔé¼┬Ø. Rhyannon laughed, her eyes shining.
├óÔé¼┬ØThank you├óÔé¼┬Ø, she replied, sticking her tongue out at him.
├óÔé¼┬ØMy turn?├óÔé¼┬Ø, he grinned, his throbbing erection pointing straight at her.
├óÔé¼┬ØOh, I don├óÔé¼Ôäót know├óÔé¼┬Ø, she sank back into her pillows. ├óÔé¼┼ôI really don├óÔé¼Ôäót feel like. But you can get inside me├óÔé¼┬Ø, she added, bright lust in her eyes trying to play it off that she didn't want more. Lunging forward to kiss her, Ral buried himself deep into her. He lasted long enough to give her another orgasm, but as he collapsed on her, swearing under his breath as he came, Rhyannon felt satiated enough not to complain. She sighed happily, gently massaging Ral├óÔé¼Ôäós head. Right then outside of her dreaming infatuation she orgasmed standing right there in the refresher once more, this one almost brought her to her knees as her legs shook almost giving way to gravity but she fought and remained standing. With exalted and heavy breathing it .
├óÔé¼┬ØI just saw the time, I have to get back to working on the ship!├óÔé¼┬Ø, Ral├óÔé¼Ôäós voice startled her. She turned around and saw Ral pulling his clothes on slowly still wanting to be in her presence but needing to have a need to get back to work.
├óÔé¼┬ØOh├óÔé¼┬Ø, she said, blinking for a few seconds. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh okay. Let me get something on, I├óÔé¼Ôäóll show you out├óÔé¼┬Ø, she smiled sweetly, her mood soaring after two back to back orgasms. She let the silk wrap drop as she entered her walk in closet. She pulled a pair of small denim cargo shorts and a grey tank top off one of the shelves and pulled them on.
├óÔé¼┬ØI├óÔé¼Ôäóll see you again tonight?├óÔé¼┬Ø, Ral asked hopefully, his large eyes reminding her of a calf.
├óÔé¼┬ØOf course├óÔé¼┬Ø, she answered out of habit, standing on tip toe and kissing him quickly. She pulled her hair into away as she led him out of the room, laughing as he tickled her gently.
├óÔé¼┬ØI├óÔé¼Ôäóll see you, Rhy├óÔé¼┬Ø, he kissed her again. But Rhyannon was distracted as her eyes met those of the moment, and she suddenly felt as if she were falling very fast. She gasped very quietly inside her mouth as her blue eyes met his silver ones. His tapering waist was accentuated by his ramrod straight back. His arms bulged with muscles and made her wonder what it├óÔé¼Ôäóll be like to run her hands over him once again. But all this Rhyannon took in within seconds. What she kept going back to were his eyes - icy silver and sharp enough to pierce right through her. As she exchanged glances with him, she shivered lightly, suddenly feeling as naked as an animal. The way he looked at her, his full mouth almost expressionless except for a smile she just knew was hidden there. She bit her lip and dropped her eyes as his gaze continued to make her feel like he could see through her clothes.* *Snapping out of the dream she stood there, her fingers in her area messing around still wanting to real thing the man that made her womanhood tingle when she was around.*
*Just the memory of that moment was enough to send shivers down her spine.* *Rhyannon stood half curled over one hand bracing her against the refreshers walling, blankly staring at the wall. Heavy and erratic breaths. She had never been the same since the dreams kept coming. Her mood practically evaporated for the next few moments.
She smiled at the memory of the dream. The hot water still running and she realized she had been in the refresher for almost a straight hour, she waited until she got herself off again before smiling and reaching over for the soap once she could regain her energy. Rhyannon almost got dizzy as she begun washing herself. She started from her head down, running it along her sides of her neck. Gracefully running down and around her chest. Her hands cupped the soap and her breasts. Then under her arms and down to her waist, in between her thighs and along her calves. Bent down her buttocks facing the doors opening and the refreshers door had never been closed from the beginning. She went over her buttocks a few times, then in between her toes and back up over her breasts. Then the water got cold, she squealed with surprise as she quickly shut it off saying to herself.*
"Well that was short lived.." *She sighed.*
*Talking about the hot water not realizing how long she had actually been in the refresher for. For the first time in her life, Rhyannon had met somebody who didn├óÔé¼Ôäót seem to be affected by her obvious beauty and demeanor. In turn, she seemed to have become this powerless, helpless thing, unable to stop thinking about him. She wanted him like she wanted any other male she found attractive. But this time, her need was a hundred times more powerful. Her want turned into an obsession as she starting imagining scenario after scenario where she├óÔé¼Ôäód encounter Ral and seduce him into doing as she wanted in her quarters. She couldn├óÔé¼Ôäót even think of temporarily satisfying herself with anything not even her fingers, and there began to grow the pain again between her legs so intense, she thought she would go mad.*
*Wanting to shake it off she reached for the towel that hung over the door. She wrapped herself up into it and walked out of the refresher and over to the mirror. She braced herself on the sink as the feeling kept coming, fighting the urge again and again she stood there her legs cringing wanting to give way. She finally regained the strength to place a hand upon the fogged mirror and wipe it. Her pink body covered by the towel and her white hair wet and wild.*
*She thought of touching herself every day and every night. Her showers were never to be complete unless she had moaned Ral├óÔé¼Ôäós name into the jets of warm water, her fingers buried inside her folds, mental images of Ral crowding her mind. Her nights, now devoid of satisfaction of her, mostly consisted of her squealing into her pillow repeatedly, her area sore from being fingered, but throbbing for real satisfaction.*
*She├óÔé¼Ôäód tried wiping the mirror, her hand pressed against the glass her fingers of her hand free floating as both glide across the mirrors surface to reveal the door cracked. Her heart dropped, she hoped Ral had not been there and had actually left her room. Embarrassment would soon find itself upon her and the fear of her secret coming out too early.
She couldn├óÔé¼Ôäót figure out why he rendered her speechless at that moment when she noticed that he had been there the whole time watching her. She immediately used the force to slam the door shut. She didn't care at the moment if it hit him square in the nose and broke it. Her privacy had been broken, tainted even. Though she still wanted him she felt vulnerable. Without a second thought on the matter she used the force to grab her lightsaber and within a milliseconds notice the emitter activated sending the blade snapping out and a motion from her hand sending the lightsaber into the door the blade coming through it near missing Ral's head by an inch or two. The blue blade hissed at Ral as it stayed steadily near his head.*
├óÔé¼┬ØYou should leave├óÔé¼┬Ø *, she said, from the other side of the door.*
*as she stood there one hand over her towel the other holding the lightsaber in place wedged in the door.*