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summary: You fulfil your duty and marry Roose, your wedding night turning quite intense. Sandor warns you about Roose again and news from Winterfell reach you.
note: I hope you can agree with me that Roose definitely has a breeding kink (that man is desperate for an heir). I also see that he loves to bite. Please enjoy!;)
Catelyn braids your hair, her hands moving carefully and gentle. You catch her gaze through the small mirror that is placed on the table in front of you. It reminds you of a time that is long in the past now. When you were little, Catelyn sometimes brushed your hair and braided it. Complementing you by telling you that you are a beautiful young lady.
You were born before any of the other stark girls. Your mother died, early due to a sickness. You were still a baby when that happened. Ned Stark took you in, raising you as if you were his. Catelyn did the same. You enjoyed the attention you had gotten from them.
Soon you weren’t alone anymore. Jon and Robb came to the family, and you loved them both very much. Finally, siblings to play with. All of them are siblings to you, even though you are cousins. What didn’t pass by you was the hatred Catelyn had for Jon. Jon always wanted Catelyn to love him, but she never did. She couldn’t look at him without thinking about the fact that Ned had fucked someone else. There only was one time where she showed Jon some kind of love and that was when he had gotten the pox.
That was the only time when you found her sitting on his bed and praying to the seven for him to make it. When he was back on his feet, she went to treat him like she did before.
You felt bad and always tried to cheer Jon up to make it easier for him. He always pushed himself way to hard just to please everyone around him.
Your wedding dress is fitting perfectly on you. You love what you are looking at. The long sleeves are your favorite and you like the feeling of the fabric on your body. Now gazing in the mirror some part of you wished that your hole family would still be together. No war.
There would be no need for it. No need because Robb wouldn’t need an army to save Ned, Sansa and back then you. Now Ned is dead, Sansa is still in Kingslanding and you are here. Soon to be Lady Bolton.
“I am ready” Cat nods and helps you stand up. You both share a hug and she wipes away her tears. She is like the mother that you never had, and you are glad that she is here right now. “Come, I am sure they are already waiting eagerly for you” She leads you outside your tent, leading you to the Septon. You see many Lords standing around the Septon. They will all witness your wedding. Robb smiles proudly at you. You return it. Catelyn still holds your arm, and you are glad she does.
Soon your eyes settle onto Roose. He is already gazing at you, when your eyes settle on him. An intensity is in his gaze that makes a shiver run down your spine. He rarely shows any emotions, but when he does then it is intense.
His eyes slowly move up and down your body, taking in every detail of your dress. He himself is wearing his regular attire. Black ringmail and a red-spotted pale pink cloak, trimmed with white fur. He looks familiar and it suits him. When you reach Roose you feel Cat squeeze your arm for one final time before she let’s go. She takes her place next to Robb, gazing at Roose and you. He takes your hands in his and the Septon binds your hands in one. “I take this man” Roose and you speak your vows, gazing into each other’s eyes. “I take this woman” His hands feel warm in yours. Only now you notice how short his fingers are.
“One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever”, you both speak in unison. When the vows are over you lean closer, Roose following you. His lips pressing onto yours for a short moment. A warm feeling spreads through your chest and you cannot hide how happy you are in this moment. Rooses lips feel soft against yours. The kiss is over way to soon, and you open your eyes again.
Now you are husband and wife.
The feast is small. Normally there would be a great feast and many drunk man. Well, there are still many drunk man. Laughing and congratulating you and Roose. “Lady Bolton, you look lovely… Don’t go to rough on our Roose. I have heard that you have quite the temper”, Lord Karstark says. You smile at Lord Karstark knowing well that he is only half serious. Luna resting beside you. “Don’t worry. I am sure my dear husband likes my temper and roughness”, you joke. Lord Karstark laughs at your words. Roose nipping from his wine. You don't notice the flicker of emotions behind his eyes.
Roose requested to get hippocras for your wedding. Robb fulfilled that request, even though it wasn’t easy. Your dear cousin, as well as you, were still struggling with the fact that Theon had betrayed you. The life of Rickon and Bran still on the line. That’s also one of the reasons why the wedding feast isn’t that big. There are plenty of more reasons, but they don’t matter. Not to you.
You are a Bolton now. Lady Bolton. It feels strange. Deep down you will always be a Stark, the wolf inside of you will never die. No matter who your husband is.
A duty you still must fulfil is consummating the marriage.
It makes you worried if you are honest. You never did anything like this. Never saw others doing it. You touched yourself and you really enjoyed it but that was it. Nothing more ever happened. Roose is quiet, only sometimes when he believes you aren’t looking, he gazes at you. His ghost grey eyes taking in every inch of your body. You lift your wine glass to your lips, and you take a small sip. “My dear lady wife, your dress is gorgeous. It flatters you”, Roose says softly. Your eyes widen in surprise at his words. You didn’t expect him to compliment you. Out of nowhere you feel your cheeks getting warm. Even you aren’t immune to compliments. “Thank you, husband.” You give him a warm and honest smile.
Roose returns your smile, it is smaller however you see the warmth reaching his eyes. Never did you believe that he had warmth inside him. He always seemed so expressionless and hard to red. It feels kind of addicting to get short glances into his emotions.
Your stomach growls softly and you chuckle. The food on your plate screaming at you to eat it. Roose can’t hide his amusement and watches you eat for a while before he continues eating himself.
Luna still rests at your side. Protecting you and watching out for you. Robb approaches you and smiles. “Lord Bolton, Cousin, I hope you are enjoying yourself? I know it isn’t much, still I hope you are happy” Your wolf comes to Robb and greets him, he scratches her ear. “Robb, I enjoy myself very much and don’t worry about the feast not being big enough. It is alright. You did everything you could, and I am grateful for that”, you tell him. Robb looks relieved and then looks to Roose. “Lord Bolton, I wish to discuss something important with you on the morrow. And please enjoy your night. Both of you.” Roose face tilts to the side and he nods. “Your grace” Robb gives you one last smile and then leaves.
Laughter continues to fill the air around you. Your plate before you empty now. The wine glass empty. Just like Roose you only had one glass of wine. He is an enjoyer. You saw how he nipped on his wine, letting the taste reach all his tastebuds before he swallows it.
When you place your hand on the table, Roose takes the opportunity and places his hand on yours.
Your eyes go to Rooses, who is gazing at you with calmness. “It is time” You bite your lips and nod. There is no escaping this now. It was easy not to think about it. Easy to distract yourself while eating and watching the others. Now however it was time. Time for your wedding night. Roose doesn’t let go of your hand and helps you get up. Your wolf following the two of you. He and you walk past the wedding guests, some smile some cheer.
About one thing you are glad off right now and that is that there is no bedding ceremony. You asked Robb to make sure there is none and he agreed. Lucky for you Roose, doesn’t seem to like the idea of a bedding ceremony either.
Luna is behind you, like a guardian. Protecting you.
Rooses hand is still in yours, his hold surprisingly gentle. His gaze ahead, his tent coming slowly in sight. Inside your chest you could feel your heart starting to race. You are no longer able to hide the fact that you are nervous. The way your body starts to heat up uncomfortably and how your wedding dress seems to suffocate you tell you enough. “You are nervous”, he points out calmly. You are in front of his tent now. “There is no need to be” Licking your lips you avoid his gaze. His hold on your hand suddenly tightening.
“Your wolf should stay outside. It is for the better”, he says calmy. You nod, your lips flattening. It will be alright. Everything will be alright.
“Luna be a good girl and stay outside. If I call for you, you can come”, you tell her. Stroking her fur and cuddling her softly. She licks your cheek and gazes into your eyes. It is like she is gazing into your soul. Seeing all you are. You get up again, Roose gazing at you. He opens the tent for you and lets you get in first, following close after you. Your eyes falling onto his bed. It looks…comfortable. Rooses hands place on your shoulders. “You are aware that you must fulfil your duty now. We both must”, he says softly.
You nod, you understand.
In your heart rested a wish. A wish you had since you read your first romance story about a knight and a noble woman. To marry for love. Here you were, married to a man you did not yet love but maybe you could. You couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, but you still wished there was more.
Roose removes the coat around your shoulders, the coat he had put on you after you had spoken your vows. His hands placing on your back now. Loosening your dress with skilled fingers. This is his third time marrying after all. This isn’t new to him. Third times is the charm, right? “When Lord Karstark told you that you look lovely, he meant it. The way he gazed at you told me he enjoyed what he was seeing”, Roose says calmy. You don’t miss that there is a subtle change in his tone. His hands stop what they are doing for a second and you feel his warm breath on your neck now. “Did you like what you were seeing?”, you ask him.
Roose warm breath brushes over your neck again. He doesn’t answer for a while and doesn’t move. You swallow, waiting for his answer. While you wait you start to play with your fingers. “I already told you-” “My dress, you said my dress looks gorgeous. Yet you didn’t say if you liked what you were seeing as a whole”, you cut him off.
His finger slides over the bare skin of your neck and then towards your shoulders. A surprised sound leaving your lips when you feel teeth sink into your neck. A soft bite, that still leaves your skin burning. Roose lips pressing against the spot he just had bitten into. His other hand starting to continue to loosen your dress, not stopping it when it glides down your body and onto the ground. His hand gliding over your bare skin, sending shocks of electricity through your body.
“I liked what I was seeing and I like it now”, he whispers softly.
His hand goes under your armpit and then towards your throat. Pressing softly, not to hurt you but enough to show you that he could if he wanted to. He bites you again, harder this time. Your body automatically pressing against his. He is still fully clothed, and it bothers you. Now that your body is pressed against his you can feel his bone pressing against you. He is hard.
Pressing against his breeches. The hand that isn’t wrapped around your throat slides between your legs, his fingers sliding through your fold before he sinks two of his fingers inside your hole. Your breathing turns faster and whimpers leave your mouth when his teeth sink into your flesh repeatedly. “What I didn’t like…was them starring at you like they had the right to do so. The only one who has this right is me. Do you understand?”, he whispers against your neck. His voice turning lower. More dangerous, his hold on your throat tightening shortly, causing your airflow to get cut of for a short second.
His fingers curl inside of you, and you feel your legs starting to shake. He is in full control over you, and you hate to admit that you quite like it.
His thumb starts to rub your clit, and he bites into your shoulder. Another whimper escaping your mouth. He applies more pressure on your clit, his teeth removing from your flesh. “Do you understand?” His warm breath now on your ear. A soft rut of his hips against yours makes pleasure shot down between your legs. “Yes, I understand”, you answer hoarsely.
His fingers push deeper, touching a spot inside of you that you never knew was there. Even though his fingers were not that long he really knew how to use them.
Your walls flutter around his fingers and you feel yourself getting close and closer to the edge. His fingers thrusting in and out of you faster. “Good”, he whispers pleased. Roose bites into your earlobe and if he is not biting then he nips at your flesh. The knot inside your lower belly gets tighter. Your head falling onto his shoulder, your eyes gazing at him. His hand on your throat moves a litter higher towards your jaw, tilting your head the way he needs it. Rooses lips pressing against your neck, leaving gentle kisses there.
“Come for me, come around my fingers” Rooses tone a command. His rubbing on your clit gets rougher, making you see stars. Your legs tremble and you try to hold onto something, your back arching and your eyes falling half closed. He pulls his fingers out of you and lifts his coated fingers towards his mouth. Licking them clean. A low rumble resonating through his throat.
His eyes burning into yours. Intense and filled with heat. “Bend over” It is a command not an ask. Rooses eyes going to the bed for a short second before settling back onto you. You do as he says, excitement rushing through your veins. Roose opens his breeches and pulls them down to his hips while you bend over the bed. Your arms resting on the soft fabric, your mind racing. Roose settles his hand on your hips and uses the other to hold his cock. His cock sliding through your folds, coating with your arousal. He doesn’t waste more time and thrusts into you. Your hands gripping the sheets tightly when he starts to pick up the pace, his thrusts getting rougher.
His nails dig into your flesh, leaving bruises there. “You…will…take my seed…and give me an heir”, he breathes hoarsely. His normal calm and gentle voice are gone and all that is left is heavy breathing and grunts. “You…will do…as I say…bare me…many heirs…”, he grunts. His upper body lowering onto your back, his hands placing on top of yours. Rooses warm breath brushing over your ears.
“You listen to me…only me. Your duty…is…to…listen to me. Do you…understand?” He punctures each word with a thrust, making you see stars. Your mind is clouded with pleasure. Not able to form a single thought.
The way his hips move against yours and how his cock glides through your walls make it hard to form a single thought. Heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin fills the air around you. If you still could think probably, you would probably die of embarrassment knowing everyone is able to hear what the two of you are doing.
A sharp bite into your ear, shots you out of your daze. “Answer me” His tone is sharper than a knife, his thrust getting rougher. You bite into your tongue due to his rough pounds and whimper. “Yes…yes I do!”, you answer hoarsely. A pleased rumble resonates in his throat sending shivers down your spine. His lips nipping at your earlobe now. “Good.”
Roose grunts into your ear with each thrust he makes and his body tenses above yours. A moan spills past your lips, your walls clenching around him. His cock twitches inside of you. “Fuck…” His hips snap harsher against yours causing the bed beneath the two of you to creak. Hard and deep, causing your body to jolt forward. His hands immediately going to your hips to hold you still. He bites down hardly into your neck, a whimper leaving your mouth. His hips stilling deep inside of you, sweet, delicious warmth filling you up. His cum flowing deep inside of you. Rooses teeth leave your skin and he presses a kiss on the bite mark he left.
He stays inside of you as long as he can. His heavy breathing calming down with yours. “I expect you to lay with me every night. Till it is known that you have my heir inside of you”, he says calmy. He pulls out of you, pulling his breeches back up. You still shiver, exhausted because of your encounter.
Roose helps you stand up and offers you a pink nightgown. “This is yours now. You will get more; I will want to see you more in the colour of our house” You take the nightgown and pull it over your aching body. The bite marks he left on your skin burn and when you look yourself in the mirror you see that they are on obvious places. Everyone will see them. Roose sits in front of a small table now, writing something. “Whom are you writing to?”, you ask curious. Walking up behind him. He continues writing, not looking up at you. “To people that help us, to win the war.”, he answers softly. The man mere minutes before gone. He is now calm and collected, not a grunting mess.
You want to catch a glimpse of the paper, curious on whom he is writing to but Roose folds the paper and puts his seal on it.
He stands up and walks past you, outside to the ravens. You pout and sigh. The tent filling suffocating now. You put on a coat, wrap it tightly around you and walk outside. Your wolf sitting up and rushing towards you. You laugh and hug her tightly. Letting her lick your cheek.
Many thoughts run through your head. Clouding it. You are worried and more than anything confused. The hounds’ words rushing through your mind. You don’t know who Roose is. What he has done. “You enjoyed letting him fuck you I assume?”, a familiar voice asks you. You turn around to find Sandor standing in the shadows. Just when you think about the devil he comes. Your cheeks turn bright red when the meaning of his words sunk in. “You listened?” He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “How loud the two of you were it was nearly impossible not to fucking hear”, he spits.
You shake your head trying to shake of the feeling of embarrassment. There isn’t a thing to be embarrassed about, you fulfilled your duty. Biting your lips you look at the hound. “Why are you here?” Sandor looks at Luna who stares at him and then looks back at you. His hand resting on his swords. “Don’t trust Roose. He isn’t the man you think he is. You may be a Bolton by name now, but I still see the wolf in you. Stay loyal to the wolfs or you might find yourself in a troublesome situation”, Sandor warns you. You chew on the insides of your cheek. He wouldn’t warn you without any reasons. Something here is terribly wrong and you don’t like that. “You know something” The hound doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. You see it in his eyes. The noise of footsteps and the light of a torch come closer. The hound disappearing into the darkness again. “Wait”
You curse and turn around just in time to see Roose approaching you. He doesn’t look like he saw the hound. His eyes calmy settled on you. Your eyes go to his hand, a letter in his hands. “News my wife, from Winterfell.”
“Winterfell is yours once again your grace, Theon Greyjoy got taken prisoner and is on his way here. Bran and Rickon are well, however half of Winterfell was burned down. My son died during the battle”, Roose informs Robb. You stand by his side, gazing at Robb. Cat isn’t here; she is sleeping. Robb is relieved, some of the weight he carries falling of his shoulders.
Roose gazes at you for a short second, pride shimmering in them. “I am honoured your grace. Thank you”, he answers calmy. Robb nods and then looks down at the map in front of him again. Roose turns around ready to leave, when you don’t move and still gaze at Robb, he calls out to you. “Come”
Robb lifts his head to look at you. You smile happily at him. Bran and Rickon are save, they are alright. The gods are in your favour. Your eyes speaking more than words ever could. “Goodnight cousin” You turn around and walk towards Roose, his eyes gazing at you. He opens the tent and follows you outside. Side by side you walk back to his tent. Roose glancing at you from time to time. There are so many things you don’t know, and you must be careful around Roose. Careful that you don’t fall fully under his control. Now that he is the hand of the king, many things will change.
You look at him, his strange eyes locking with yours. And you know that everything will get more intense from now on.
Summary: The reader gives Rex some much needed relief after an incredibly hard mission. A03
Prompt: “What if someone see’s us?” Part of my UNEMPLOYMENT FRENZIE PROMPT CHALLENGE so I implore you to take a look and make requests based on the other prompts!
Rating: 18 + for sexual activity and, no lie, some pretty big angst.
Pairing: Fem!Reader X Captain Rex
Upon your protocol droid announcing that General Skywalker’s Flagship had entered orbit, you were ecstatic. The 501st had been away from Coruscant for so long with their last campaign. Now that they had returned, the men would be debriefing soon then heading back to the barracks for some much deserved rest.
But more importantly, it meant Rex would be returning to you.
As the war raged on, the Clone Captain’s absences seemed to grow longer and longer with each campaign. This was a caveat you gladly accepted upon entering the relationship. You were no fool and understood the limitations Rex had due to the responsibilities that came with clonehood. However that didn’t lessen the blow to your heart each time the 501st departed the planet for battle. Going to bed without Rex those nights were so painful and you dreamed of a day where that pain would cease to exist completely. The euphoria he brought you, simply by being at your side, made everything worth it. One day, that’s all you would feel.
You were in love, and there was nothing that could be done about that.
After waiting an appropriate amount of time, you left your office and headed to the docking bay. Your normal guise of patriotically supporting the troops easily masked your true motive of being able to see your Captain return home to you. Being Chief of Medical Direction in the GAR came with a lot of respect, and the majority of the clones knew you by name. Regardless of your love for Rex, you genuinely enjoyed welcoming the boys home.
It wasn’t until the first dozen clones exited the flagship had you fully realized something horrific must have happened. Your stomach filled with dread as you watched the troopers file out, their dark eyes swelling with exhaust. Filthy faces and scuffed up armor accompanied each man who passed you. Their stares were either too tired to greet you or they were just too damn defeated to recognize you were even there. Normally, you were greeted with enthusiasm. The audience of a beautiful woman always seemed to pep their arrival back to Coruscant. But not this time.
What had happened on Umbara?
You approached one of the men you’d worked with before, Kix, and inquired what had happened. His demeanor was aloof; defeated. He said he was not allowed to speak on the subject as there was still a pending investigation happening, something sensitive and high up.
You froze at that last part. High up. From your understanding, Rex would have been the highest ranking clone on that mission. Could he have been involved? You so desperately wanted to ask about your Captain by name but thought better of it. Your relationship was forbidden and, assuming Rex was not involved, if your relationship got out, he could be court marshalled.
You bit your tongue and thanked Kix for his time, begging him to get some rest.
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Hours had passed with no update. You had essentially spent the last several hours in your office refreshing your data-pad, waiting for a mission report to go live.
Too anxious to sleep, but far too exhausted to do anything productive, you plop your head onto your desk in defeat. Your eyes close in attempt to rest, a heavy heart and racing mind having exhausted your body. All your remaining energy went towards manifesting Rex’s well-being.
What felt like hours passed and you tortured yourself, concocting scenarios in your paranoid brain as to what could have possibly happened on Umbara. You were so lost in thought that when your name echoed from the open med-bay door, you about fell from your chair in shock. Searching with desperate eyes, a violent wave of relief wash over your being at the sight of Rex.
Rex! Your lover.. Your Captain. He was here before you in one piece!
You cried out his name and leaped to your feet, throwing yourself into him as he stood in the doorframe. Your arms protectively wrap around his neck and you inhale, feeling whole again upon touching his skin.
Rex whispered your name, his speech more breath than voice. Letting his helmet drop from his hand and bounce onto the floor without care, the man collected you into his own arms. He pulled you tightly against his chest. As you both embraced in silence, all of the separate emotions you had both felt collided into one primal clutch. There was a desperate sensation overwhelming you both. It felt like if one weren’t to hold the other as tight as humanly possible, they would simply vanish.
“Cyare..” Rex muttered, his stubbly face lost in the sweet tresses of your hair. The man inhaled, taking in the scent of you which he had thought almost lost to him mere days ago. He choked out a sound, the words he so desperately wanted to speak to you stuck in his throat.
“I’m here, Rex..” You whimpered assuringly, running your fingers against his buzzed scalp. His entire body shivered at your touch. Your lips curled into a bittersweet smile and you gently pressed them to his ear. “You’re here with me now. I’m so glad..”
His breathing grew deeper and you felt his body tense. You waited a moment to allow him to speak if he wished, but when silence followed you spoke instead.
“I went to meet you at the docking area when you arrived. I saw your men, Rex..” When you loosened your hold on Rex’s neck, his grip on you only tightened, almost as if he was not sure that you were really here and refused to test his fears by letting you go. “Kix said there was an investigation.. Oh, Rex, I was so worried..”
It was easy to see how tired this poor man was based on his posture. Normally, Rex stood with great reverence, demanding respect wherever he went. His shoulders broad and back erect in that confident military stance. But now, as you held him, Rex’s shoulders drooped and he leaned down, almost as if he were too exhausted to carry himself at all. He was so damn tired..
You were desperate to hear him speak to you. Desperate for reassurance that he was in fact okay now that he was here, at home with you! But your gut told you otherwise. You held back a selfish sob, daring not to project your anxieties on to the man you loved while he stood before you in such a vulnerable state. Rex was obviously not okay.
“Cyare..” He repeated. Rex moved his face from your hair, lazily brushing his cheek against your own before pressing his forehead gently to yours. He locked his eyes on yours and a wave of melancholy flooded your soul.
Due to the late hour of the night, the main lights of the medical offices had been dimmed. In this light Rex was so beautiful...
“I love you so much.” He finally spoke, closing his eyes.
“I love you more..” You responded, brushing your hand across the back of his head. Your other hand rested on his neck, lightly squeezing it in an affectionate gesture.
Your words seemed to finally ground Rex back to orbit. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with much needed reality, before exhaling.
“That’s impossible..” He whispered, the tiniest trace of playfulness in his tone.
“Hmm?” You questioned with a hum, watching as his weary eyes fluttered open to meet your gaze.
“There’s no possible way you love me more than I love you.” He stated simply as his large hands slipped from your back down to rest on your hips. He grabbed them possessively.
“Now that’s just silly talk, my love.” You cooed quietly and offered him a small smile.
Rex’s aura seemed to shift so you tilted your head curiously. You looked into his sweet amber eyes and enjoyed watching him think. The brilliant mechanics of his brain seemingly visible through his soft expressive orbs.
Then, with a low rumble in his chest, Rex pressed his lips needily onto yours. Immediately reciprocating, you kissed him back. He mewled into your mouth and his body stiffened, pleased with your willing reaction. Without warning he then forced his wet tongue past your lips, brushing it against your tongue and teeth desperately. You moaned into his mouth and he grunted back.
One of the taller man's hands loosened their hold of your hips as he kissed you. You jumped in surprise as he then slammed it against the pin-pad for the door. The sensors registered his motion and with a ‘wush’ sound, the office door closed.
“I need you.. I need you now…”
Shifting his hand off the pin-pad, it remained sturdy against the wall. Rex then stepped forward and pushed your back against it, pressing one of his thighs snuggly between your own legs. His thigh purposely bumped against your increasingly aroused core.
“What if someone see’s us?” You panted, overwhelmed as your stomach swelled with wicked desire. You struggled to continue to speak as Rex used his other hand to unbuckle his codpiece. “The night crew will be here soon and I have no way of closing the hall window.” You reminded him, knowing that if anyone were to enter this wing, they’d spot this sinful dance almost immediately.
“I really don't care..” Rex quietly growled into your ear, his hot breath instantly intoxicating you with lust. You heard his plastoid codpiece fall to the floor with a loud clunk. He kicked it off to the side before nibbling your ear lobe. “I just need to feel whole again…”
And, honestly.. so did you.
This time you crashed your lips back into his and met his starving tongue immediately. Your back arched against the cold durasteel wall as Rex palmed over your clothed breast. Your breathing hitch. Instinctively you bucked your hips and felt almost embarrassed at your needy reaction to his touch. This needy, demanding side of Rex was new and exciting. You were ready to do whatever he so commanded. Whatever he desired.
With a huff, Rex parts from your lips and trails sloppy, open mouth kisses along your jawline. Pushing your head against the wall you moan again, allowing him to take the control he craved. With an impulsive chomp, Rex pressed his teeth around your collar bone. You stifled a moan, tightening your grip against his neck. He then suckled around that same spot, gently tasting your skin as if to make up for the impulsive biting.
“Say my name when I make you feel good, cyare..” He commanded in a lustful whisper, bucking his thigh against your clothed sex. “I want to hear you say my name…”
“Yes, Rex..!” You obediently exhaled, reeling at the sensation of his leg gyrating. Your lips were certainly oozing with anticipation.
Rex groaned and inhaled your scent again, the primal side of him absorbing the natural musk of his partner. He was obviously plotting out what he wanted to do next, all the while teasing you brutally with that thick thigh of his.
“I can't wait anymore.” Rex declared with a rough grunt, gliding his thick tongue against the skin of your neck once more. He squatted down. Facing your pelvis, the man impatiently tugged your pants and panties down to your ankles. Rising back to his feet he shot you a look which you understood, then kicking off your shoes and shoving your clothes to the side.
He kissed you again, more softly than before, and you felt his hands drop to his abdomen. Rex unzipped his blacks and let out a soft moan when his cock sprung free, already fully erect.
Placing one hand next to your head against the wall, Rex pulled your opposite leg to sling around his hip. While caressing the skin of your leg, he lined his thick cock up with your slick folds. Then your Captain ceased kissing you, pulling away with a playful nip of your lips before pressing his forehead to yours in a loving gesture.
Your sex throbbed in anticipation and you moaned his name, being sure to follow his earlier commands. Rex smirked at this.
No more words were needed; it was time to feel whole again.
With an exhale, Rex slips the head of his girth into your core, clamping his eyes and pushing himself inside. Once he bottomed out, the man clawed at your thigh to remind you of his orders.
“Oh, Rex!” You moaned, mewling at the satisfaction of being filled.
Satisfied, Rex slowly pulled himself out of you entirely. You shivered at the sensation, mouth lazily agape as composure fled your body. Then, Rex slammed into you, thrusting his hips into yours relentlessly. With ease he adopted a harsh rhythm. Being the good girl you were, you also followed your own, bellowing out his name each time the tip of his length pounded your burning core.
“That’s right.” He grunted between his trusts, pressing his head to the gape of your neck. His forehead was alight with sweat and slid against your shoulder. “You’re mine… You’re my woman..” He hissed.
“Rex!” You whimper, wrapping your other leg around his waist to bring him somehow even closer. “My Captain..”
He bit down and groaned against your skin all while his thrusts became more erratic. Knowing he was close, you clamped your swelling cunt around his cock. His lips contort against your shoulder and he exhales sharply. He continued at a slower pace for a moment.
Finally his orgasm hit and Rex wailed a bewitching sound you’d never heard from his lips before. As you bucked your hips in time with him, the man rutted inside you to ride out his intense orgasm.
Rex stopped pumping however he let his softening cock remain within, his body still pressing you against the wall. He panted heavily into your shoulder, his face hidden from you, and as you listened closer to his beautiful sounds… you realized he was crying.
Soft sobs hidden within laboring pants.
“Rex… Oh, Rex…” You whispered and loosened your grip around his neck. Rex’s face remained hidden in your shoulder, but you began to feel the moisture of tears and sweat rolling to your chest. “My love..”
You pressed your hand to his flushed cheek and guided him to face you. Stealing a kiss from his swollen lips, you smiled at him. His eyes glimmered as he looked at you, his heart warming as the glorious post-sex endorphins flowed through his veins.
He barely whispered and you could feel the adoration in his voice.
“I love you most… Don't you ever forget that..”
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