(Commission) The Handmaiden's Tale.

Handmaiden. Maiden. The other one is Maid. It's also depressing as fuck whereas this is... not.

Anyway...

KOTOR2! Brianna the handmaiden begins to fantasise about her friend the Jedi Exile. After an intimate sparring match, Brianna has the most intense wet-dream of her life, with her and her beloved mated and married.

-o-o-o-

A long, slow, breath passed Brianna’s lips as she sat and meditated. It was a daily ritual, one she was happy to observe, despite the cold metal floor of the cargo hold. It had been some weeks since she’d joined the crew of the Ebon Hawk, and yet she remained as isolated and lonely as ever. The crew The Exile had gathered were less cold to her than her sisters, but not by much, and so she stayed down in the cargo hold alone, continuing to train and meditate, all while gathering what she could on the only one to treat her with more than contempt in years.

She sighed, a hazy vision of The Exile swimming into her mind. He was a curious one, his aura soft and gentle, the strong presence of the light side giving him a calming affect whenever he was close. She was pleased he came down to see her every so often, relishing every opportunity to speak to him beyond when she was called upon for missions. For the first time in a long while, she thought she might just have made a friend.

A gentle shiver ran down her spine as she smiled, poring over his face in her mind, taking in every little detail she’d committed to memory. Those deep, dark eyes. Those sculpted features. The manly scruff on his chin.

She sighed again and then released a sharp squeak as the door behind her hissed open, leaping to her feet to see the man she’d just been admiring in her mind.

“Exile… I was not expecting you.”

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Not at all!” she said, perhaps a little too quickly. She was certain her pale cheeks were flushed and swallowed flashing a weak smile. “How may I help?”

“I’ve been watching you fight since you came aboard.” The Exile said slowly, scratching his chin. “Your style is unlike anything I was taught in the order; I was wondering if you would be willing to teach me?”

Brianna’s cheeks were definitely red now. She may only have been half Echani, but she was well aware of how important duelling The Exile would be. Combat was such an intimate act, and here, alone together… it would have made a good spot to begin a courtship.

Not that he knew that.

He just wanted to learn.

She cleared her throat and bowed her head. “I would be… honoured.” The words came out a little breathier than she would have liked, with her cheeks burning and such a tone of voice she must have seemed so needy, but The Exile didn’t seem to notice. He smiled and listened intently as she explained the etiquette of a duel, until she slipped her cloak from her shoulders.

“Er… what are you doing?” he said cautiously as she unbound her robes, fingers quickly dancing over the soft white fabric and preparing to shed it as well.

“A duel like this is no place for modesty.” She smiled. “My people fight nude, or nearly so. Every blow and every movement clean and pure, no bulky armour or padding to interfere.” She paused and glanced over him. “Will this be a problem?”

“No… I suppose not.”

Outwardly, her only reply was a simple smile, inwardly, her body was screaming with excitement. She turned and slipped her robes slowly off her shoulders, drawing them lower and lower down her back, biting her lip as she felt The Exile’s eyes move over her skin as it was uncovered. Her hips began to sway slightly as the fabric lowered over the generous swell of her rear, each plump, pale cheek framed above the robe before she released it and sent it fluttering to the ground.

And then that was it. She stood in the cargo hold in only her boots and underwear, her breasts heaving with excitement in her bra, her nethers pulsing in the simple black thong that covered so little of her ass.

She turned back and forced back a grin as she saw The Exile was now the one blushing, his eyes drinking in her curves. The warrior in her wondered if he was analysing her, seeing her strengths and weaknesses as a fellow combatant. The woman in her wondered if he found her pleasing, if her ample bust and wide, welcoming hips enticed him, made him think that she would be a fine mate, and mother to his children.

She watched eagerly as he began to strip, carefully placing each article of clothing on the floor until he too was standing in only his underwear and boots. Her heart fluttered as he stooped down, eyes staring in awe at his toned, muscular body. She had thought he was beautiful before, now she could only think he was magnificent.

Her blush had become almost burningly intense, her cheeks tingling as saliva built under her tongue. between her legs her womanhood was hot and sopping wet, aching for him to come closer. She imagined those strong arms taking her, pulling her tight against his muscular chest, exploring her body with those hands, and then taking her with whatever was straining against the front of his underwear. By the force, the bulge was the size of her fist, what would it look like when let free? How long would it be?

The Exile cleared his throat and she glanced up, suddenly aware of just how intently she had been staring. She coughed nervously and shifted into a battle-stance, eager to distract him and wondering what had come over her.

She put the thought out of her mind and attacked.

-o-o-o-

“You did very well.” she smiled, breaths coming hard and fast as at last they broke apart. “The Echani styles are not easy to learn, for a first bout you were impressive.”

“I didn’t feel very impressive when you had me on the floor.” The Exile smiled weakly, rubbing his bruised arm.

“I have trained to fight since girlhood, Exile.” Brianna smirked, “You will not best me any time soon. But I would be happy continue your training, if you remain interested?”

“Absolutely.” The Exile nodded, wincing. “I still have to beat you, and I want to learn those advanced styles you were using too.”

“All in good time, Exile.” Brianna said softly, watching as he bent to pick up his clothes. She nibbled her lip, admiring the swell of his rear for a moment. She waited for him to stand back up before moving to get her robes, making absolutely sure his eyes were on her as she bent over, thrusting the delicious peach of her rear out for his viewing as she scooped up the soft white fabric. Fighting the odd urge to giggle, she dressed, making sure to show off her curves as much as possible until at last her little show ended, her robes tight against her body once again.

She bid The Exile luck as he left and then groaned, rubbing her hands between her legs. She was soaking wet; her entire body was vibrating with arousal. She bit back a moan and hastily brought her hands away, scolding herself internally for acting like such a slut. What had she been thinking? Showing off her body, flirting like some gutter whore, wishing he’d do such despicable things to her poor, helpless body?

She shuddered and hugged her middle nervously, hurrying away to the showers. Her resolve had held, that was a small blessing, but would it the next time they trained, or the next? How often was she going to see him near-nude and dappled with sweat? Those strong tan muscles straining to knock her down, to best her in combat and then mate with her?

She hissed as icy water rained down on her, resting her head on the shower wall. He didn’t want her as a mate, he was just being friendly. Besides, he was older than her by almost a decade and he was a Jedi, albeit an exile, and she was… spying on him. She felt a pang of remorse and scowled. It wasn’t fair, all her life she’d wished for this kind of connection, but now it was blossoming with someone she could never truly be with. She scowled miserably and rinsed out her hair, a good long sleep would put her mind at ease and purge all the lewd thoughts crashing through her mind.

-o-o-o-

“Ha!” Brianna shouted, bringing the glowing blue blade of her lightsaber down towards The Exile. He saw the light just in time, and rolled to one side, kicking at her knee. She hissed as her leg buckled, twisting and easily dodging his next strike, her mix of Echani and Jedi training sublime. Even The Exile looked impressed, at least until her blade came swinging down towards him again.

He caught her hand in his, the blade burning between them. Brianna purred and bit her lip, admiring his naked chest as it was lit up blue, the light catching the droplets of sweat he’d acquired over the past hour of brutal, endless combat.

“You’ve improved.” She said breathlessly, pushing the blade towards him. “But not enough.”

He grunted and pushed back, keeping the blazing lightsaber in place between them. “You should have more faith in me, apprentice.”

“Don’t fear, master.” Brianna cooed, “I’ll not hurt you too badly, just enough to mark you as mine.”

He laughed and suddenly moved, darting back and making her topple forwards. She turned the fall into an awkward roll and turned just in time for him to land on top of her, pinning her arms to the floor and trapping her body beneath his. She groaned and tried to wriggle free, earning a low growl from her master.

He looked magnificent snarling down at her, using all his strength to defeat her, push her down into the floor like a helpless damsel. She moaned and accepted her loss, switching her lightsaber off and letting it roll from her hand. “You… have conquered me, Husband.” She managed to croon in a low, husky voice.

“You were easily conquered, wife.” He breathed, face just inches from hers. Gods she could feel his manhood between her thighs, pulsing, hungry to taste her. she was sopping and ready for him, her nipples like diamonds and her head clouded by singular need.

“H…ha… mate with me then you bastard!” she croaked. “Make me your mate, not just your wife, not just your apprentice!” He grinned victoriously and trapped her in a hungry, feral kiss that took her breath away, leaving her panting and whimpering on the floor as he stood. “Be my mate… master… I beg you.”

“I will.”

She almost sobbed with lust and rolled onto her front, pushing herself up on her knees and quickly tossing aside her bra, letting the plump orbs of her tits fall free. Her underwear went next, a miniscule thong that she tore from her body and threw aside. And then her boots, one by one, until she was naked and quivering, ready to be fucked for the first time in her life. The battle was done, she was defeated, and she would be his for the rest of her life. All that was left to do was to consummate the mating.

He was immense and hard, underwear stretching in a valiant effort to contain his cock’s hunger. She moaned and moved close, hands pawing at his thighs, face inching closer to the immense bulge between his legs. A soft whimper escaped her as she pressed her lips to the straining fabric, kissing up and down the pulsing mass of his cock even as it sat in his boxers. “Mmm, I have waited so long for this, my master.” She whispered, drinking in his musk and ducking down to kiss and nuzzle her face against where she guessed his heavy, churning balls were resting.

“So have I, Brianna.” He smiled, love and lust equal in his tone. Her heart raced and she mewed, taking him by the hips and tugging on him to turn around. He frowned, but obeyed, turning away from her and letting out a surprised gasp as she nestled her face between his cheeks. “Ah, what are you doing?”

“Pleasing you, my master… because I love you” She replied simply, yanking his underwear down and admiring his rump. He really did have a cute butt, and she giggled quietly to herself as she nuzzled her face against it, her nose finding his pucker and taking in a deep breath. “You are so beautiful from this angle.” She grinned, admiring his twitching cock and heavy balls through the gap in his thighs.

He let out a quiet groan as her tongue wriggled into him, her strong, dainty hands petting his hips as she set to work. It was almost cute, and Brianna might have paused to tease her beloved husband, but she was far to ravenously desperate to feast on his asshole. Her tongue swirled around inside him more times than she could count, his groans and soft gasps of pleasure mixing with the wet slurping of her tongue as she abandoned her shame and rimmed her master for all she was worth.

“Hah… Master.” She managed, pulling away at last. “Turn back to me.”

“You’re… doing a lot of commanding, Apprentice.” He growled weakly, obeying nonetheless. His scowl was made less convincing by how red his cheeks were and how aroused his moans had been.

“I’m sorry, Master.” Brianna smiled sweetly, placing a chaste kiss on the throbbing head of his magnificent pole. “Let me make it up to you.” Her fingers slipped into him at the same time her lips sealed over his head, she didn’t know which stimuli made him moan louder, honestly she didn’t much care either. His cock was fat and heavy against her tongue as she began to worship it, it’s taste thick and savoury and delicious. She moaned and flexed her fingers, opening her jaw a little wider to sink herself further along his shaft.

The wet slurping of her mouth filled the room, her spit creating a thin sheen over his pole as she lathered it top to bottom with her tongue. every time she tore herself away to gasp for breath, she would duck beneath him and suckle on the balls she knew were coming closer and closer to giving her what she craved. They were fat and full and heavy, filling her mouth as she sucked on them, making them just as wet and messy as all of his crotch now was. And all the while her fingers worked him, keeping him painfully hard and coaxing growling moans from his throat.

She felt him cumming before she tasted his seed, each fat, heavy orb cradled in her palms tightening. She gurgled excitedly and sealed her mouth over his head, desperate to devour every last drop of his spunk. His first rope of steaming cum blasted her and she almost came on the spot, pussy gushing between her legs as jet after jet shot into her mouth, filling her up and drowning her tongue in its thick, virile, salty taste. She groaned and moved her tongue through the thick mixture, her fingers probing him and coaxing one last spatter of spunk onto her tongue before she pulled away, smiling widely up to him with the immense load still in her mouth.

Her master was still recovering, so she took initiative, gently pushing him down and slipping her thighs around his waist. He growled and gripped her hips with one hand, the other taking her by the scalp. She moaned and opened her mouth, showing off how much spunk he’d blasted into her before swallowing it and quivering with delight. “Master… you’re so delicious, look, I guzzled it all down.” She showed off her tongue, earning an impressed smirk from her master.

His grip moved to cradle her cheek, tugging her close as she sank down, spearing the sopping mess of her cunt on his length. She practically howled with delight, before her master caught her in a deep, passionate kiss. She mewed into his mouth, hands clinging to his shoulders as she began to bounce herself, the perfect globes of her asscheeks clapping as they slapped against her master’s hips. God he was so big inside her, stretching her sopping petals further than they had ever been before. She could feel his head pushing urgently at her deepest spots, pressing as hard as it could so he could blast her womb full and breed her.

“Hah…” Brianna managed, tongue lolling as the kiss broke, a thin strand of spit connecting her to her master as she rocked her hips up and down onto his pole. “Master… more...”

“Happily.” The Exile growled, hands smacking against her rear and digging into the welcoming pads of flesh. Brianna moaned and arched her back, moving with her master’s hands as he pulled her up and brought her crashing back down. Her breasts danced with every feral thrust, her eyes squeezed shut and her grip on him was shook loose.

“Master!” she squeaked. “I’m close… I’m so close, my husband… my love… I’m cumming!”

Her howl of delight echoed through the ship as her whole body lit up with sensation, her back arched and every delicious curve trembling as she sprayed her arousal onto his rod, only adding to the wet, sticky mess slathered over their joining.

His hand petted her hair as she fell against him, mewing like a kitten as he continued to push into her cunt. “Master… breed me… give me your children, I beg you.”

“You want to be a mother?” he asked softly, tracing a hand down her spine to her rear and patting it hungrily.

“More than anything, my love.” She nodded, eyes wide and pleading. “I want your children inside my belly, I want to be yours forever. Your mate, your wife, your apprentice.”

“You won’t always be an apprentice, Brianna.” He smiled, almost kindly. “But as for the other two… I think I can oblige.”

She groaned as his fingers dug into her flesh, gripping her hard enough to hurt before he moaned, cock pulsing, and blew his load into her waiting cunt. They cried out together, him beneath her, keeping her tight against him, his cock buried inside her and spewing cum, her trembling and panting with delight, praying to every god that she’d be pregnant by the night’s end.

It was far from the end of their lovemaking for the night, and far from the last potent, steaming load of sperm Brianna would greedily inhale. It was in the small hours of the morning that Brianna’s stamina finally betrayed her.

“Haa… ha…. Master.” She croaked, breathless and panting as she lay on her side. Sweat and semen oozed from her body, her face was bright red, her legs had turned to jelly and were now lying quite uselessly on the floor as her beloved master finished inside her again and pulled out, a river of white slipping from her aching hole.

“What is it, Brianna?” he asked.

“Don’t stop.”

He smiled and caressed a hip for a moment before taking her and shifting her body like she was a ragdoll. She cupped her belly as he moved her, pressing a palm flat to the taut muscles of her abdomen and imagining herself fat and pregnant with his children.

She was broken out of her thoughts as his cock pressed against her ass, slipping inside her tight, hot hole and drawing a low crooning groan from her lips. “Tell me if it’s too much.” He breathed into her ear, pushing deeper inside. Brianna couldn’t have done so even if she wanted, her lashes fluttering and her tongue lolling onto the floor as her body was filled with new pleasure.

His thrusts were gentle at first, dragging his cock in and out of her pucker with infuriating slowness. It was only when he was certain Brianna could take it that he began to fuck her in earnest, and soon Brianna’s delighted howls were bouncing off the walls of the cargo hold. His grip on her hips was tight, his breath was hot against the back of her neck, Brianna could feel every sensation, every touch and scent and sound amplified. She was being swallowed by the stimuli, her mind crying out as it was assaulted and her soul singing as she was enveloped in her master’s aura. 

A quiet giggle escaped her lips as he shot his cum deep into her guts, the wonderful warmth coursing through her body as she came again, her cunt pulsing and spraying a jet of her arousal onto the floor to join the growing puddle. Her love remained lodged inside her for a few blissful moments before he slipped out and pressed against her back. She was dully aware of his lips at her neck and his hands around her waist before she lay her head down and sighed sleepily.

-o-o-o-

“Nyah!” Brianna squealed, her back arching and her pussy shooting a thick stream of her quim onto her mattress. She blinked in confusion, body still thrumming with arousal, and moaned, hands instinctively moving to cup her pulsing sex.

She was soaked, her underwear as wet as if she’d been underwater, and it wasn’t the only thing. Her whole body was drenched with sweat and with her own arousal, her undershirt sticking to her heaving chest as she groaned and rolled onto one side.

She had just cum, her virgin body experiencing it’s very first orgasm in her sleep as she dreamed of being fucked and bred by her only friend! Imagining him taking her, ravishing her, forcing his delicious cock down her throat and into her greedy cunt and up her asshole, fucking and breeding and smearing her with spunk. Forcing her to devour his sperm… to rub it against her skin, to… to…

Shame and embarrassment crashed through her and she staggered out of her bed, trembling. Her legs were so weak, and her body was crying out for more. Images of the debauchery flashed in her mind and she shook her head in denial. It was wrong to even imagine such things! How could she be so aroused by them? Why was her body so hot, and her pussy so wet, and her nipples so hard? Why was her asshole winking as if begging to be penetrated again? She looked down at her bed and whimpered, wondering how many times she’d cum to soak it so completely.

Why was this happening to her? She was a virgin, she’d never so much as kissed someone before. Was this her Echani blood? Was this a sign of maturity, her body’s way of telling her she was ready to mate and breed?

She trembled and tried to regain her composure, dreading what would happen if The Exile or Visas or Kreia sensed her shame, or worse her arousal.

The shower had helped for a moment that night, it would do so again. “Fuck!” she squeaked, peeling off her panties, that simple sensation enough to draw another jet of quim from her sensitive lips. The cold water stung for a moment, finally shocking her out of whatever heat had overcome her. She sat in the shower, hugging herself and shivering. She couldn’t bear for whatever had happened to happen again, couldn’t imagine what she would do if someone saw her in such an embarrassing situation. What would he think of her?

But… he was the reason. He had put her into heat… had made her into a mewing, sopping mess without even meaning to. What would happen if he got closer to her, with each of their duels and missions becoming a dearer friend and a more ideal lover?

She shivered and hung her head. Whatever came next, it would be harder than anything she’d faced before.