okay but what about fya again but this time it’s the relationship between the lightsaber and readerchan’s pussy
You open your eyes--it’s dark, and warm, and wet. You’ve never been to a place like this before, not in the 10 entire years of your existence, and especially not since the bleeding. But now you’re surrounded by something altogether comforting--it squeezes and caresses you, like a hug you’d never known you’d needed.
But then it gets tighter, slicker, you start losing yourself inside of it. You slip in and out of it, the comfort fades into a rapid, paceless reckoning. Though you are an ancient weapon imbued with the knowledge of peerless warriors, you have no background, no foundation on which to understand this new, pulsing, hot reality.
“Wh-where am I?” you ask into the darkness, muffled by its heat.
It chuckles, strangling you. “You’re my guest.”
