The ship’s ramp hisses closed behind us with a pneumatic sound as I throw my helt on the ground. My legs feel like lead as I drag myself into the cargo hold, each step a monuntal effort.
Vae drops the dripping bag containing Dreeg’s severed head onto the tal floor with a wet thud. “Bounty secured,” she announces, her voice filled with satisfaction as she wipes bloody sars from her vibroblade.
I can’t respond. My throat constricts as if invisible hands are squeezing it shut. The air in The Handso Gentleman feels too thin, insufficient for my desperate lungs. I stumble backward until my back hits the cold bulkhead, sliding down until I’m huddled on the floor.
“I can’t…” My voice cracks. “I can’t do this anymore.”
My hands won’t stop shaking. I stare at them, these unfamiliar appendages that have taken so many lives in such a short ti. The tremors start in my fingertips and radiate up my arms, my entire body vibrating with horror and exhaustion.
Vae’s head tilts, those crimson features softening with sothing that might be concern or might be curiosity. She approaches slowly, crouching before like I’m a wounded animal that might bolt.
“Ty-Lar,” she says, reaching out to brush sweat-soaked hair from my forehead. “You’re distressed.”
A laugh escapes . “Distressed? That’s what you call this?” My voice rises with each word, hysteria bubbling up like acid. “We’ve killed so many people. That woman blew herself up. You almost died.”
“But I didn’t,” she reminds , her tone maddeningly calm. “I’m right here.”
Tears spill hot down my cheeks, and I don’t even try to hide them. “This whole universe is a fucking madhouse. All the killing, the constant danger, I can’t take it. I wasn’t built for this.”
Her eyes gleam with sothing feverish as she watches my breakdown, not with sympathy but with a strange, hungry fascination. She cups my face between her hands, thumbs catching my tears.
“You’re beautiful when you’re broken,” she whispers, and there’s an unsettling excitent in her voice that should terrify , but sohow doesn’t.
Before I can respond, her mouth claims mine in a kiss that’s both desperate and possessive. Her lips move against mine with bruising intensity, tasting of salt and copper. I should push her away, we’re covered in blood and sweat and the remnants of other people’s lives, but instead, I find myself clinging to her like she’s a life raft in a storm-tossed sea.
When we break apart, I’m gasping for air, my mind a jumbled ss of contradictions. In this mont, I realize the truth that’s been lurking beneath my fear and moral objections. Vaelix is my lifeline in this brutal galaxy. Without her, I wouldn’t survive a day.
I surge forward, trying to reclaim her lips, desperate to lose myself in her embrace, to forget everything we’ve done and everything we’ll do tomorrow. But she pulls back, one crimson finger pressing against my mouth, stopping .
“No,” she whispers, her eyes gleaming with that predatory light I’ve co to know so well. “Not like this.”
The denial stings, but I don’t care. I need her. Her touch, her strength, her certainty. My hands reach for her anyway, trembling fingers grasping at her robes.
Her lips curl into that arrogant smile that sohow makes want her more. She knows exactly what she’s doing to , knows I’m falling apart, and only she can put back together.
“Co,” she commands, her voice soft but leaving no room for argunt.
She takes my hands in hers, her touch gentle as she helps to my feet. My legs are still shaky, but her firm grip keeps steady. The contrast between her tenderness now and our violence earlier makes my head spin.
“We’re a ss,” she says, leading away from the cargo hold and down the corridor. “Let’s get cleaned up first.”
I follow without protest, letting her guide toward the refresher. With each step, I feel the weight of my breakdown lessening, not because it’s resolved, but because she’s taken control.
The refresher door slides open with a hiss, and she pulls inside. The small space feels even smaller with both of us in it.
“You’re thinking too much again,” she observes, her fingers working at the clasps of my armor. Each piece falls away, clattering to the floor until I’m standing in just my sweat-soaked underclothes.
“Can you bla ?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “After everything that happened down there...”
Her own robes join my armor on the floor out of range of the water, revealing that perfect crimson skin that sohow remains unmarked despite the day’s violence. She reaches past to activate the shower, and steam imdiately fills the small space.
“The past is dead,” she says, pulling under the hot spray with her. “Just like everyone on that planet who might have hurt us. This is your life now, Ty-Lar.”
I can’t help myself. I push forward again, capturing her lips with mine. This ti she doesn’t push away. Water cascades over us as our mouths crash together, desperate and hungry. My hands find her waist, pulling her against with an urgency that surprises even . Her skin is fever-hot beneath my palms, slick from the shower spray.
“I need you,” I gasp against her mouth, the words torn from sowhere deep inside . “Please, Vae.”
She responds by pressing against the wall, her body flush against mine. Her hands are everywhere, in my hair, on my chest, gripping my hips. Each touch anchors to this mont, to her, drawing away from the horrors we’ve witnessed and the lives we’ve taken.
“You’re mine,” she growls, biting my lower lip hard enough to make gasp. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper without hesitation. In this mont, it’s the only truth I know. “Completely yours.”
Her smile is feral, triumphant. She kisses again, deeper this ti, her tongue claiming my mouth with the sa effortless dominance she exerts over everything else in her life. I surrender to it, to her, letting her wash away my doubts and fears with each possessive touch.
Nothing exists beyond us, not the bodies we’ve left behind, not the blood we’ve spilled, not the moral compromises I’ve made. Just Vae and , skin against skin, breath mingling as we cling to each other.
Suddenly, I feel a strange sensation. An invisible pressure wrapping around my shaft. I glance down, confused by the phantom touch stroking with increasing intensity.
“What the…” My words dissolve into a gasp as the invisible grip tightens, moving with perfect rhythm.
No hands touch , yet I’m being pleasured. The Force itself caresses , controlled by Vae’s will, her fingers splayed in the air between us.
“Look at ,” she commands, grabbing my chin and forcing my gaze to et hers. Her eyes burn with possessive fire, pupils dilated with desire. “Not down there. At .”
I try to respond, but she claims my mouth again in a kiss so deep I feel it in my soul. Her teeth catch my lower lip, biting down just hard enough to send sparks of pain-laced pleasure shooting through . I moan against her mouth, the sound swallowed by her hungry kisses.
The invisible pressure around my cock increases, stroking faster, twisting in ways no physical hand could manage.
“Vae,” I gasp when she finally releases my lip. “This is… Fuck… This is incredible.”
She smiles, predatory and proud. “The Force flows through all living things,” she purrs, her fingers making a subtle twisting motion that translates imdiately to the phantom grip around . “Including you husband.”
My head falls back against the shower wall, eyes threatening to roll back as the invisible pressure builds. Steam swirls around us, hot water cascading down our bodies as Vae holds captive with nothing but her will and the cosmic energy she commands.
Vae drops to her knees. My breath catches as she leans forward, those ruby lips parting just enough to place delicate kisses along my length. Each touch of her mouth sends electric pulses racing through my body.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, my fingers finding their ho in her wet hair.
She looks up at through the shower spray, those red eyes glowing with wicked intent as she continues her teasing.
The dual sensation overwhelms , her mouth so gentle while the Force grip around strokes with increasing urgency.
“Vae,” I pant, my voice breaking. “I’m going to cum. I can’t hold it anymore.”
Without breaking eye contact, she takes just the tip between her lips, her gaze locked with mine in a challenge I couldn’t look away from even if I wanted to. The invisible pressure around my shaft tightens, strokes faster and faster. The rhythm becoming almost punishing.
“Vae!.” When I finally break, it’s with her na on my lips. A broken sound that echoes off the shower walls.
My release pulses down her throat as she holds there. Her eyes never leaving mine, watching my complete surrender with possessive satisfaction. I whimper pathetically as my legs tremble.
She swallows everything, her throat working as she claims every part of as thoroughly as she’s claid everything else. When she finally pulls away, her face is one of complete and utter jubilation.
“It’s like I said, Ty-Lar. This is your life now.”
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