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β’The Son of Han Solo and Princess Leia.
β’Following in the footsteps of Darth Vader.
β’Calculated, yet somehow still Reckless.
β’Lewd, MDNI, Dead Dove.
He'd be a fool not to. Often he finds himself reminiscing.
This holotape of her gets stared at rather frequently.
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People may not believe it but blonde isnβt the sithβs natural hair color.
Kylo and Astara were no strangers to this position, they spiced things up, sure, but most nights he would take her just like this, or, she would be on top, riding.
Which is why, after a few more thrusts, deep into his lover, Ben pulls himself away, being able to ++
resist the pull her legs had caused, wrapped around him, he still had more strength than her, in order to pull himself out, pull her away.
"Bend over, my Star."
His shaft on full display, hard as ever.
His hands roaming her body as he awaits for her to do as told.
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Easily, but not for lack of size. With how often the pair slept with another, matched with the fact that neither of them had ever lay with another, her body was just as used to him, as he was to her.
Which made the thrusting motions Kylo had started to make ever easier, ++
as he feels her walls loosening around his shaft, a familiar feeling that never failed to make him groan, lips against her ear, making her listen to just what her body did to him.
"M..My Star..."
His eyes roll back, hands either side of her head as his thrust begin to ++
With her pants thrown to the floor, Kylo halts for a moment before removing his own underwear, only to run a finger along her lower lips, in order to see whether Astara was ready yet.
He always made sure to check, a careful lover as always, he'd warm her up whenever ++
necessary.
Though, considering their situation, he can't blame the wet he could feel between her legs, which he'd break the kiss for only a moment in order to lick the juices from his finger, before kissing her again in an instant, his hands then moving to his underwear ++
Kylo's own hands wander as their kissing begins once more, fingers running along her toned chest, until finally settling on the binder around her breasts, which he slides two fingers underneath and effortlessly pulls, ripping in two halves and letting fall beside the ++
He follows her pull, mounting her atop the altar while their lips lock again and again, pushing his tounge against hers.
He'd had the same thought in his mind. This couldn't wait until the ship.
The pair had done plenty of heinous things, though, sex in a public ++
place was one they hadn't yet indulged in, if a ruined temple could be considered public.
And so, he would indulge.
With his helmet gone already, he lifts the fabric of his cloak overhead. Clicking off his armour to reveal his torso shortly after.
Not once taking his ++
He was in no rush whatsoever to pull his lips away from hers, either. His on hand on the small of her back, eventually lifting her with ease, to place her down gracefully on the altar, where their lip lock only continues deeper than before.
His body, his mind, his ++
With their kiss broken, Kylo's grip on the priest is broken too, lowering his arm.
The witness stood further behind the pair.
"Go. Both of you. And consider yourselves lucky this didn't end differently."
Under any other circumstances this would've been two more bodies ++