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Hemlock raised his left eyebrow as he looked Emerie up and down to double check he was actually speaking to the right person. He'd taken some stims throughout the day, and while he didn't always hallucinate on them, he sometimes worried he'd take it too far, that he'd gone too long without sleep, that his pain acted up because he simply wanted the drugs, or that the stims might interact badly with the unrefined drug he had to administer at least once a day. But that was Emerie. Same tall, slim build, the dark skin, the deep reddish-brown ponytail, her clothes marking her as his with the symbol on the sleeve, the red lenses, the big brown eyes with flecks of gray behind them, those full lips he loved to see wrapped around his cock.
"I—I'm sorry," she said, looking down, face going red. "It's okay if you don't like that. I just… I thought you of all people would."
While the blush was adorable, he had to make it very clear that he was very interested in what she'd asked. Her skin was pleasantly smooth, and almost hot to the touch as he cupped her chin in his hand and dragged her face back up to his. He leaned in closer, close enough to kiss her.
"And I do."
"You do?"
"It is quite an… entertaining experience. I just thought this conversation would start the other way around, that I'd be asking you if you'd let me… well…"
Her slim body felt so good against his as he pulled her in close by wrapping an arm around her, left hand sliding down to give her cute, little ass a squeeze. A small groan slipped out.
Emerie's fast breaths were hot on his face, and he couldn't help but give her a quick kiss—one that she moaned into.
Blast, I am really turning her into quite the little whore.
"I have a condition with this," Hemlock murmured.
She gave a small, encouraging nod.
"Since you're the one who asked, I think it's only fair that once we get started, you get to be on top. And, Emerie, I want you riding me hard."
She shivered, and was the one to pull him into the next kiss. Her hand on the back of his head sent tingles running down his spine, and he pulled her into him.
Pressure alighted between his legs as he spanked her, making her jump a little. Kriff, to think he was going to be in that ass soon, and at her request.
At least she'd told him once they were in the privacy of his quarters so he wouldn't have to rein himself in the rest of the day.
Sometimes he liked to get clinical about sex and spend his time restraining her and ordering her around, but right now he thoroughly enjoyed the natural feeling of their clothes coming off as they made out. Besides, to get Emerie to ride him like he wanted he'd have to get her off first, or at least get her close.
One of the appeals of Emerie was that she was a female clone. Yes, he had plenty of fun with the males, but the different anatomy while she was still a clone, still his property, made this quite interesting. That and she had taken more work to acquire. The others were either transferred to him, or hunted down by the militaty at his disposal. Oh, but with her, he'd found out about her from spying on Nala Se, and had watched her ever since Nala Se had cast her out. He'd waited, and waited, knowing his time would come. And then he'd made it seem quite accidental that he'd come across her in an academic building on Coruscant. She'd believed it, and oh, he knew how she stared at him, how when he was in the room others ceased existing to her. How delicious it was to have her without her being fully aware. Part of her probably was, but thanks to Nala Se—and of course himself—she was fine with it. She thought she was right where she wanted to be. But she wasn't. She was right where he wanted her to be.
And right now he wanted her on her knees.
"You'll only have this chance to suck my cock tonight if you would like to," he said.
She seemed like she was in the mood for it, her right hand already stroking him while she returned his open-mouthed kisses.
He'd already managed to get Emerie naked, which was perfect for the fantasy he wanted to live.
She started to get on her knees, and he grabbed her arms to pull her up.
"Get your back against the wall, and then kneel," he murmured.
Oh, how she did everything he told her to. Training her brain had taken some time, and it was always something he toyed with, but in some ways it was more delicious than the brute force he also enjoyed quite a bit.
Hemlock approached, unable to keep the smile from his face. He could easily slide his trousers off and be as naked as her, but something felt sloppy about him still having some clothing on, and sloppy was what he was in the mood for.
"Arms above your head," he commanded.
Emerie seemed to quite enjoy the strength and rough quality of his voice when he gave orders. Her cheeks seemed a bit more flushed, breaths puffing in and out, as she readily obeyed.
Others would perhaps ask him his intentions with his orders in bed, but not her. No, she was well-trained. His little, clone pet. And she didn't belong to the Empire, she belonged to him.
The grip he put on her wrists was one she wouldn't be able to easily break out of. She gasped as he pressed them up against the wall.
With his free hand he drew himself from his trousers.
"Open."
She did so, pupils wide in her gorgeous eyes as she gazed up at him.
A pleased groan slipped out at that. A moan left Emerie as he pulled himself free, pumping himself a few times with a nice, strong squeeze as he brought himself closer.
Just because he could he ran his cock all over her lips before dipping into her mouth. He couldn't help the small, close-lipped moan he let out. Her lips and mouth were nearly hot to the point of exquisite pain, and added with the wetness and glide of her tongue… Oh, it was such a wonderful pleasure.
Once he was in her mouth, making her have to keep her mouth open wide, he twisted his fingers around her ponytail, and began to kriff her.
"Yes, good, Emerie," he praised as she did her best to suck, to use her tongue where she could, as he went deeper.
While Hemlock at times enjoyed speaking as he kriffed, he couldn't fully unleash himself on her like that. No, that was for the clones he took by force. He still praised her though, and told her how good her mouth was, what he was feeling.
A wild fantasy of making Emerie ride him without lube came to mind, of just his spit being what let him slide in, but she'd be in too much pain to ride him hard.
Still, he could certainly fantasize about that pain.
He loved having her on her knees before him, nowhere to go, nothing to do but take his cock because it was his will.
A growl left him as he triggered her gag reflex—always an exquisite sensation. After pulling back a bit he forced himself in more.
"It's okay, it's okay," he lied. "That's my good girl. You're fine. Relax." The final word he said slowly, pushing in, in.
Oh, kriff, she felt so good. And watching his cock disappear into someone was as erotic as watching a needle do the same thing.
Hemlock would pull out occasionally to let her choke and gasp for air, but then he'd thrust in deeper, and deeper.
Her cries were completely choked off and muffled by him as he pressed her nose against his pelvis, his hands rough with her.
A small, exultant laugh left him.
"Oh, Emerie, kriff."
Even with just his delighted cry, she releaxed a little, didn't fight so hard. His pleasure was her pleasure. In fact, her hips were rolling.
Soon.
First, Hemlock had to luxuriate in the fact that he could kriff her mouth with his whole cock.
By the time he was finished with her the two of them were soaked, her lovely face now a mess from him. He did so enjoy that.
Emerie surprised him and started licking him. His breath caught before he moaned, all rough and breathy. Her blazing hot, wet tongue on him was one of the best sensations in the world.
"Here," he said, taking ahold of himself, and leaning in, bringing his balls to her face. "If you're so eager…"
A shiver ran through him as she began to lap at his swollen balls.
So not only could he get Emerie to torture for him, but she was more than willing to put her mouth on him wherever he wanted.
She gently sucked on one, then the other, the sensation like a deep pressure inside him, pulsing through to the head of his cock.
A long groan left him, and he accidentally released her wrists so he could put a hand to the top of her head, feeling her soft hair.
Emerie used this to her advantage, pulling him in close, nimble fingers running all along his legs to his ankles as she pulled his trousers down. For a moment, she gripped his ankles, then ran her hands back up, till she was digging her nails into his ass.
Hemlock throbbed between his legs. Spit dripped all over her face from his cock, even into her hair. He figured some wasn't spit, but actually pre-cum, which turned the wonderful tight sensation in him to a delicious, burning ache. He gasped as Emerie began to lick his pelvis in a leisurely manner, and Hemlock couldn't help but stroke himself. A throaty sound left him, and she moaned as she pressed open-mouthed kisses to him. His hand fisted in her hair as he burned so hot he felt like he were floating.
"Someone's hungry tonight," he observed, delighted.
Emerie had stared at him with more heat than usual that day. He wondered if it had anything to do with hormones, which was the other fun part about her. Hemlock was tracking her hormone cycle so he could use it to his benefit. Her ovulation must be hitting her hard if she was the one to suggest a new idea for them.
The stray idea of trying to get her pregnant crossed his mind, but he wasn't sure to what end. No, he had more restraint than that. Hemlock tended to give Emerie a drug after that would take care of any potential pregnancy. Still, the idea was alluring, along with all the medical necessities it came with. He'd get to see her body in new ways, while it was even more obvious to everyone else that she was his property.
That fantasy gave him half a mind to grab her, drag her to the bed, and kriff her without mercy. No, that was for other nights. Tonight he'd hear her crying out as she bounced on him, his cock deep in her ass.
Getting impatient, he dragged her to her feet. Oh, she was a mess from him, and he kissed her to experience it. Her lips were so wet that he couldn't stop, holding her close. He picked her up with hardly a pause in thoroughly kissing her, which had her gasping.
Emerie only laughed in his presence, and she did so now as he put her on the bed, and got on himself.
After licking her lips he asked, "How about you make my face a mess now?"
Her brows knit as she thought it over.
"So I would… ride your face?" she asked.
They'd never done it like that before, so he could understand why it was a bit odd for her to think about. Usually he held her down and ate her out till she fought him and he got to experience the pleasure of overpowering her, forcing immense pleasure on her body. The secret with pleasure was that it was as effective a tool as pain when it came to torture, or his own enjoyments.
"Yes. Let's think of it as practice for when I'm in that tight ass of yours."
Her face reddened, and he couldn't resist grinning.
She nodded, which didn't surprise him in the slightest. Emerie danced to his tune without even knowing it.
Soon, Hemlock was lying on his back, head on his pillows, and Emerie was kneeling over him. She was still hesitant, so he grabbed her hips, pulling her down to him.
A moan left him at realizing just how wet she was from him kriffing her mouth. He enjoyed the heady taste of her immensely, needing it almost like a drug sometimes. And he loved getting her so hot for him, so ready for him to kriff her till it hurt. And it got him acquainted with her in between her legs fairly well. Despite knowing the science behind how he fit in her—albeit with some pain and discomfort most of the time—he did love tasting her small entrance. He made sure to brush his nose against her swollen clit as he did so, wanting to urge her body on so it swelled even more.
Emerie was quite shy at first, muscles locked to try and stay still as he ate her up.
A moan left her, and her hips tried to lift. He let her.
"What's wrong?" he asked her, hands running over her ass, and down her elegant, long legs, pulling them in snug against him.
"I'm not sure I'm in tune with this enough."
He made his voice soft and breathy, looking up at her—and what a sight that was—as he said, "Relax, and listen. I'll make you feel so good till you're burning with it."
A small shiver passed through her, and she nodded.
Hemlock ran his hands all over her body as she very slowly began to ride him. Though a moan left her as he squeezed her breasts, and her head tossed back, hips undulating with more pressure.
He hummed against her, knowing how good it would feel, and did his best to work her up till she was blazing, using his lips and his tongue. Oh, she made his face so wet. He wanted to stay like this till he suffocated. In no time at all he got her crying out and gasping above him, riding him hard.
His cock throbbed, the pressure in his gut immense. Blast it, he needed to be in her.
Her motions were growing fast and sloppy, cries sharper. Oh, she was close. He'd have to delay her orgasm; that way she'd be more willing to have him in her ass.
She actually snarled at him as he pulled her off of him. Emerie tried fighting him, but he managed to throw her down, and get on top, restraining her with his whole body.
He shushed her while she struggled and cried out.
"I know, Emerie. But you'll get to finish once I'm in your ass. After all, that's what you wanted." What she wanted, but twisted to his plans.
Their eyes met, and she tried to still herself, even out her breaths.
He patted her cheek. "Good girl."
He got off of her, and off the bed, needing to grab the thick lube he liked to use for this.
He pointed back at her, ordering, "Do not touch yourself. I'll have to punish you if you do."
Hemlock grabbed the lube from a drawer, and when he turned back, Emerie was stiff as a board, sweating. An amused grin lit his face. So she had been that close, had she?
"If you let me come I promise to come many more times on your cock," she begged, low voice breathy with need.
He flipped the bottle in his hand as he approached. She sure was ovulating. He knew he could get nearly ten orgasms out of her when she was like this.
"Give me any form of protest again, and you're getting restrained," he said, making sure his voice was hard and unyielding as he said it.
The poor, coniditioned thing just about went limp at his words. Oh, Emerie was a true delight. Then, as if she truly couldn't help herself, she put her arms up over her head to keep them away from in between her legs. While most of her had stilled, her breaths still hadn't evened, and she was throbbing in between her legs that were intentionally wide for him.
Kriff, that made all of him so hot.
Hemlock got back on the bed with her, and asked her to hold her legs back for him. He put a pillow under her, lifting her hips up, and dripped lube onto her. A low growl left him at the way her asshole tightened. He'd wait for her to relax before trying to get even a finger in her.
A small moan left Emerie as he rubbed the fingers of his left hand around it, over it. When she opened more he dipped his middle finger in.
"How does that feel?"
"Strange."
It certainly tended to, at first.
"Your body will adjust to it," he said, voice nearly a groan at how hot she was around his finger, even through the glove.
He worked his finger in and out till he met little resistance, till she even let him in deep, and twist his wrist.
"All right, now don't fight me," he ordered.
Emerie nodded, but he could tell there was a bit of mental strain to it.
A small sound of discomfort left her as he began to push into her with two fingers. Hemlock stroked her lovely thighs and ass to try and calm her. He shushed her, easing her into it.
When he tended to kriff people in the ass he took them by force, making them bleed. His gut pulled in a little just from the memories of it, and imagining her in binders and bleeding from his cock. He gasped, throbbing a little, and hoped Emerie didn't notice. She might have because she relaxed more.
"Yes," he praised, the word a rumbling moan.
His fingers were able to slip in even more at that.
Sometimes she was just too easy.
"I'm just stretching you so my cock won't hurt as much," he explained.
"I… like it," she said.
He grinned, meeting her gaze. "Not everyone does right away."
"There's something rather… hmm… primal about it."
"Primal about me kriffing every hole I can because it feels like I need you so badly that I just can't help myself? That you want me in every hole because you can't help yourself?"
"Yes."
His fingers slipped deeper.
Emerie began to push up into the slow, questing thrusts of his fingers, even as a pained sound left her when he added a third. Hemlock paused to drip more lube on her. Something about her all open to him, and glistening left him so hungry he almost gave up on stretching her with his fingers.
Satisfaction filled him as he got all three fingers in, twisting them around.
"The pressure on my vaginal walls is certainly interesting," Emerie observed.
"Imagine that pressure with my cock, as you ride me."
They both moaned as he worked at stretching her.
Finally, finally, he deemed she was ready.
Hemlock helped her straddle him, and then he leaned back, breathing hard with anticipation.
Getting him in was a little awkward at first, and he made himself keep his hands on her calves so he couldn't control her. This was nice too. He liked that he could wrap his hands around them.
She grunted as the head of his cock pushed in, and he hissed in a breath. Kriff, she was so wet and hot. Kriffing her here certainly felt different, but in quite an intriguing way. While her cunt was made for him, her asshole wasn't. Her body couldn't squeeze him, just the tight ring of muscle he'd worked to relax and stretch. Once he got past that tightness it was like he was engulfed in wet, squishy heat, like he was truly kriffing her insides, impaling her.
Emerie had her hands on his chest, nails digging in a little already, as she rode him, getting him in in steady motions. He forced himself to caress her legs, not to reach for her ass or hips to pull her down onto him as he thrusted upward.
But who could blame him if he ended up squeezing her thighs?
They both groaned as she got fully seated on him.
Hemlock cupped her chin in one hand, and pulled her down into a kiss. His other hand rubbed her back, touching more and more of her ass each time it ran down her.
She flexed her core, Hemlock adding his voice to an exhale, as she began to slowly ride him. He nibbled on each lip in turn, making her breathless. He absolutely burned from her, like he was on fire.
"There we go," he whispered as she had to stop the kiss to moan.
This position also let her rub herself against his pelvis, and she had clearly realized that as her motions became more even, and sinuous. And all the while his cock stimulated nerves that were learning pleasure for the first time—a wild pleasure, at that.
Emerie straightened, closing her eyes as she focused on riding him.
"Yes, that's it, Emerie," he encouraged when she started to bounce on him.
Kriff, the sight of a woman bouncing on him was always delicious, and even Emerie's small—but adorable and tantalizing—breasts gave him a good show. He reached up to fondle them, enjoying the weight in his hands, how delightfully squishy they were. And her nipples hardened with want seemed to be begging to be played with. Were this another night he'd want to pierce them with needles, and tug. For now he settled for pinching and twisting, imagining the pleasure racing down in between her legs.
Oh, blast, his cock throbbed when she lowered herself hard enough for their skin to slap together. Hemlock tended to nearly get off to that sound, what with how it spoke of a whisper of violence.
He squeezed her breasts hard to resist grabbing her hips and kriffing up into her hard, wanting that sound again and again, but from her want only.
"I already knew you were big," Emerie began, "but this feels… Wow, you're so big in me."
A rough groan left Hemlock. He did always love to hear how big he felt in someone. He could easily hurt with how big he was. Often, Emerie experienced pain when they really picked up speed. He was sure she would be feeling it soon in her insides if she didn't already.
She whimpered and quickened her pace, digging her nails in. Emerie whimpered each time she came down on his cock, but she went faster, harder, seeking that orgasm. Hemlock's whole body was awash in heated tingles from doing his best to stay still and make her do the work for his pleasure. Oh, his orgasm was going to burn.
Emerie's whimpers turned into cries, and that was truly when Hemlock found it easier to lean back and relax. He was content to have her riding him till she screamed.
Her bounces grew faster, desperate, cries louder, nails digging in hard.
Her pelvic floor muscles were so in tune that when she came, even her asshole was squeezing him rhythmically. Emerie whimpered, rolling her hips, rubbing her wet, throbbing cunt all over his pelvis.
Oh, kriff, he couldn't contain himself.
Hemlock grabbed her hip with one hand, and wrapped the other around her throat, kriffing up into her hard. A strangled scream left her, hands going to his wrists.
He kriffed her till her whole body was shuddering, her legs squeezing him till it hurt. Oh, the power he felt in the sensation of kriffing her insides. And he'd made her come from it too.
"Good girl," Hemlock breathed as he released her.
Emerie fell against his chest, muscles still contracting, shuddering against him. Hemlock grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to kiss the reddened mark on her neck where his hand had been, to lick.
"Sometimes you make me feel as if I'm going to die. Not—not with the strangling, but the pleasure. It's too much, and yet I want more." Her words were high-pitched as she got them out between hitching breaths.
He lowered his head, sucking on one of her breasts. Her thighs tightened around him, raising her off his cock a little. Her body soon understood what tended to follow that, and she relaxed, having him slide into her.
A breathy moan left him, all of him awash in so much heat he felt like he couldn't be contained in his own body.
He bit her breast, and she rode him harder, conditioned to feel his roughness as pleasure in most cases, to want more of it.
When Hemlock pulled out of her she growled at him, grabbing his hair. She dragged his face back to hers, and he laughed.
"What?" he asked, taunting. "Are you going to do something about it?"
Oh, her poor body. Her hips still rode him, desperate for his pleasure. What a delight.
He hugged her tightly to him and rolled, enjoying her sweaty skin flush against his own.
"How about I do something about it?"
She cried out as he rolled her over, and then wrapped an arm around her hips, dragging her to her knees. She tried rising, and he shoved her back down.
Emerie moaned after she caught herself, and tried to entice him by swaying her hips. What a good girl. She loved when he manhandled her.
He spanked her with both hands, hard.
She cried out, biting her arm, and he spanked her again. He loved the rough feel of her flesh against his hands, the way her body moved away before leaning back for him again, the red marks of him on her. His spanked her till his palms stung fiercely, the pain twining up his arms. Oh, that burning was to die for. And here Emerie was, still offering herself up to him.
He reached for the lube, and dripped more and more onto her, letting it run down her thighs. Sliding back in left him aching in a way that begged him to cum, but he wanted Emerie coming again and again first.
He grabbed the back of her neck to hold her down and he took no time at all to begin fucking her hard. The way she screamed left him groaning and laughing.
With how hot the manhandling and spanking had gotten her it took no time at all to kriff her into another orgasm.
Hemlock didn't stop as the ring of muscle he'd successfully penetrated again and again squeezed him. He didn't stop even as she begged. Emerie was always vague with her begging, like she knew asking for him to stop wouldn't work, or would get her punished.
"Touch yourself," he ordered between grunts of effort. "Play with that adorable clit of yours till you're screaming even louder."
He felt slight pressure against his cock as she pressed her fingers in to get them wet before bringing them to her clit. Emerie's hips met his with every thrust now, desperate.
Her voice went higher, higher, till she was coming once more.
She braced herself with both hands on the bed.
Hemlock rammed himself deep in her, and spanked her till his palm went numb.
"Did I tell you to stop?" he demanded.
A delicious sob left her, but that wasn't an answer.
"Emerie, did I tell you to stop?"
"No," she got out.
"Then kriffing continue," he ordered, each word punctuated with a hard thrust.
Oh, kriff, he was going to have dreams about this that woke him in the middle of the night to have him kriffing her again.
A cry left her as she got back to pleasuring herself. Hemlock was desperate for more of her skin against him, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders to drag her up till she was kneeling. Kriff it, he wanted to be playing with her clit.
Hemlock grabbed her hand, which made her growl at him. Though it turned into a satisfied moan as he wet his fingers in her and took up the work he'd ordered. Now he could be sure it was done thoroughly, that he wrung every last bit of pleasure out of her.
Hugging her to him, he kriffed her. Emerie turned to him, and grabbed the back of his head, nails biting his scalp (he was too desperate to punish her for potentially leaving a visible mark just now). She dragged him into a sloppy kiss.
Lube ran down his cock to his balls, and he kriffed her so hard it got all over their thighs, all over her ass which hopefully burned just as much as his hands did.
She bit his lip hard as she came again, and he tasted the lovely, salty heat of blood. He moaned, slamming in hard, so hard he had to wrap his other arm around her instead of playing with her clit, just to keep her to him. Everything about the feel of her against him, made him want to cum. Her body was slim, but still had some lovely proportions, just enough flesh on her to feel it all soft against him.
Emerie rode him hard, rocking her body against his.
Hemlock couldn't let up as he soon felt like he was going to cum, all of him so close to bursting every exhale was filled with his voice. That only made her cry out more, rock back into him harder. What a delightful thing she was.
Hemlock ended up riding her down into the bed, arms still around her, cock pounding relentlessly. He growled as he came, slamming into her, making sure he filled her insides with his cum.
A whimper left her, and then she was coming again, voice soon turning into a growl. Oh, so she liked his cum in her ass, did she?
Hemlock rode her in sinuous motions, making sure he'd gotten every drop into her like she wanted.
Hemlock held himself deep in her as he finished, letting out a breathless laugh into her ear.
"What a good girl," he crooned.
A desperate sound left her, breaths hitching.
That sound had Hemlock wanting to kriff her again after they washed up in the shower.
They gasped as he pulled out, and Hemlock laid down next to her, lying on his back. Emerie dragged herself over to him, resting her head on his chest. He held her, somewhat amazed that the clone he had kept so close an eye on over the years was in his arms. In a way it was more delicious than the intimacy he forced on others because this had been carefully cultivated, his plans and patience spanning years.
"Royce, I don't think I'm done," she panted out.
Ah, the joy of her hormones. Ovulation was certainly hitting her hard this month.
He lifted her head with a hand under her chin. His thumb ran over her bottom lip, making her mouth open.
"How about I kriff you in that nice cunt of yours after we get cleaned up?"
She dragged herself high enough to kiss him.
"Please," she begged against his lips.
So, once they were clean he took her against the shower wall, kriffing her till he knew she was aching from him, till they were both fully satisfied.
Hemlock only woke up enough during the night to pull her close or kiss her, before drifting back to a surprisingly blissful sleep. And when he woke in the early morning from the pain in his hand she was there to satisfy him, Hemlock content to be soft for once in his life.