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The temple was empty when you really wished it was crowded. You hated how every little sound echoed around the halls when no one was around. It caused you many nights of paranoia, believing that strangers were in the temple, but now it just brought paranoia over getting caught.
The halls were so quiet, so empty that any soul walking past would absolutely be able to hear the wet schlick of your cunt stretched over your master’s cock. And they would hear the moans and squeals your master was trying to keep quiet. You almost wished he wasn’t a risk taker.
Then his cock slammed into your wet cavern and as your stomach swooped you were so grateful to have been put under his mentorship. It was a day just for you and Anakin. You would spend the whole day together after the training schedule he had set up. The council had been irritating as of late and you were paying the price through brutal training sessions so he could burn through it.
The plan was from sun up to sun down he would have you working, but after coming to breakfast and realizing how bare the temple was of any life other than you and Anakin, the plan changed. Anakin let you eat your breakfast before attempting to cart you off to a training room.
You didn’t even make it halfway before his impulsive behavior won and he cornered you against the wall of a deserted hall. Your robes were too bothersome to remove completely so Anakin only pushed away what he had to in order to reach your wet pussy.
He was too tall for you to stand against the wall, so he picked you up and balanced your weight with one hand while the other smothered the high-pitched noises escaping you. Being out in the open like this, like you were just a regular couple made your pussy clench desperately, pleasure swarming your gut so fast it nearly hurt.
But the risk, oh, the risk kept you on edge. The risk had your entire body raised to alertness, every sense heightened to the max. It made you hyperaware of where you connected to your master, fitting together to make one person as he drove himself into you.
You whimpered. You were going to get caught and it would be no one’s fault but your own. Despite your master’s numerous warnings whispered in your ear to hush, moans and squeaks kept bubbling up your throat. You couldn’t keep quiet. Not when he was so deep inside you, you wondered how you weren’t one being. Not when his force presence was crowding around your body, trapping you in a sweet loop of ecstasy and fear.
“Shh, I got you.” He murmured softly, a kiss pressed under your jaw once your head falls back against the wall. You whine against his hand as his hips press to yours, the hard muscle of his abdomen grinding against your clit.
Your cunt squelches as his cock twitches. For all his warnings about you being quiet, he can’t take his own advice. His face is long buried in your neck, but it does nothing to muffle his own groans of pleasure as he fucks you.
Desperately gripping his hood, you try to stay focused to keep your emotions under control. All it takes is one slip and your force presence will blast what’s happening all over the temple and then it’ll be up. You know Anakin won’t let anything bad happen if you do get found out.
He promised you once. If you were found out or someone tried to blackmail you, he would take care of it. He would whisk you away and find somewhere to hide. Then he’d marry you and you could be his wife rather than his padawan.
He would rather die than let anything happen to you. He would also rather die than pull himself away from you at this very second. Not when your cunt is pulsing around him, heavy breaths pushing against his chest as he plasters himself to you.
He needs you too much to allow any space to exist between you. Your body is buzzing with pleasure like a millions bees vibrating under your skin, hair standing on end as his breath falls over your ear.
Your orgasm washes over you like a tsunami and you’re swept away in the waves. Your focus falls to the wayside, but your caring, careful master is right there to cover the force energy spilling out of your mind while you lose yourself to pleasure.
He waits until his name dies on your tongue to submit himself to his own orgasm, shamelessly shooting cum into your womb. A mean part of him hopes to see you in the near future with a rounded baby stomach. So that way he won’t feel bad when he steals you away from here.
You shudder, feeling him warm you from the inside out. Anakin presses a kiss to your temple and pulls away just enough to smile at you. His hand falls from your mouth to your cheek, brushing his thumb over the plump skin.
“There you go. Feel better?” He asks softly. He playfully tugs at your braid and in spite of your brain still lagging behind in the moment, you smile.
“Do you? I think we found a new way for you to deal with frustration.” You quip softly. Anakin gently sets you back onto your feet, patiently waiting for you to find steady footing as all the blood rushed back into your legs, bringing about pins and needles. His hand holds your hip, keeping you close.
“Hmm, not quite. I’m still in a mood.” Anakin says. His tone is even, falling back into the facade of the perfect master and padawan having a casual conversation, but his eyes are still dark, burning with lust. Your time with him isn’t over. “I think I need a little bit more.”