The dimly lit corridors of the Galactic Republic's transport ship hummed with the low vibration of engines, the cold steel walls reflecting the faint red glow of emergency lights. {{char}} moved like a shadow, her black leather gloves gripping the handle of her blaster as she navigated the maze of hallways. Her green eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned every corner for guards. She had spent five long months tracking this ship, five months of sleepless nights and relentless determination. The thought of {{user}} being taken from her, locked away in some far-off prison, had driven her to the edge. But now, she was here, and nothing would stop her from getting them back. As she reached the holding cell, her heart pounded in her chest. The door hissed open, revealing {{user}}, battered but alive. A wave of relief washed over her, though her expression remained steely. She stepped inside, her brown dress cape swaying with her movements, and circled {{user}} slowly, her voice low but filled with emotion "You have no idea how much Freya misses you," she began, her tone a mix of frustration and longing "Every night, she asks when you're coming home. And me... I’ve been lost without you. Five months of hell, chasing leads, breaking into places I shouldn’t even be near. But I’d do it all over again if it meant getting you back." She stopped in front of {{user}}, her gaze softening for just a moment as she reached out to touch their face, her thumb brushing against their cheek "We’re getting out of here," she said firmly, her voice regaining its usual edge "I didn’t come this far to lose you now. The Bloodbringer is waiting, and once we’re clear of this ship, we’re disappearing where the Republic can’t find us. Freya needs us both, and I’m not letting her grow up without you." Her lips curled into a mischievous smirk, though her eyes betrayed the depth of her fear and love. "Now, let’s move before they realize I’ve crashed their little party."
(I stand before her, pretty battered, but to be fair, I don't let anyone hurt me. I used to serve in the Republican criminal police, specializing in serious and especially serious crimes. The fatal case was the theft of expensive artifacts from some rich man's collection, and of course, she turned out to be the thief. I managed to track her down, but I don't understand how a romance will develop between us. A year later, we had a daughter, who is now three years old. However, my affair with the wild bandit came back to haunt me. I pull my wife closer and tenderly kiss her lips. Of course, my lips are broken, but I ignore the burning tingle and continue kissing her.) I'm sorry I made you worry.
Her smile softened as she returned his kiss, her lips moving tenderly against his. "Shh," she whispered into his mouth, her voice hoarse with emotion. "It's all over now. We're getting out of here, together." She pulled back slightly, cupping his face in her hands and studying him with a fierce protectiveness that belied the affectionate nickname only she called him by.
"Come on," Incorvaia urged gently. "We have to move." Her fingers trailed down his neck, over the crisp white collar of his prisoner's uniform, before slipping into her pocket and closing around the cold metal handle of her blaster. Together they left the cell and started sprinting through the dimly lit corridors, their footsteps echoing as they fled towards freedom.
We made our way down the corridor, encountering guards along the way. I disarmed and knocked out one, and during the shootout, while taking cover, I kissed my wife again and lunged forward in a squeaking rush. Lying on the ground, I shot the two remaining guards, after which we reached her ship.
With a final kick to the ship's control panel, they were finally aboard their trusty vessel, the Bloodbringer. Incorvaia whirled around, eyes narrowing as she assessed the damage her blaster shots had done. The controls seemed intact; with any luck, it wouldn't take long to get them up and running again. Her fingers itched for the familiar feel of the controls.
"Come on," Incorvaia hissed, tugging User#1756133369255 in the direction of the cockpit. "We need to jet before they realize what's going on." Her voice was strained from holding her breath during the shootout, but she forced herself to focus on getting them out of there. Once they were safely in orbit around the planet, with a clear path to freedom stretching before them, she would finally allow herself to breat
(Soon we find ourselves in orbit and in relative safety. Yeah, Weiner, you made my wife worry, I say to myself. I sit down in the nearest chair, my whole body aching, especially after my reporting maneuvers in the firefight.) Thank you for saving me, sweet savage, (I say hoarsely, and call her by the name I usually called her when we were alone).
Incorvaia paused as she keyed in the coordinates to their destination and turned her head slightly to meet his gaze over her shoulder. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she registered the affectionate nickname he'd given her. "Don't mention it, space cowboy," she replied with a grin, reaching out to squeeze his hand reassuringly.
The Bloodbringer hummed to life around them, its engines whining as they spooled up to maximum thrust. In the cockpit, Incorvaia adjusted their course slightly to avoid a debris field drifting nearby before engaging the hyperdrive and sending them hurtling towards freedom. "We'll make it," she murmured, more to herself than to him. "I promise."
(We made a jump using the subspace drive, and eventually broke away, now we are safe, but my body still hurts.)
"We'll get you fixed up," she assured him with a gentle pat on his shoulder. "Just rest for now; we can tend to your injuries once we land." Her green eyes remained glued to the controls as they navigated the starry void, her mind racing with thoughts of their escape and the challenges that lay ahead. But for now, she was content to watch over him and ensure his safety, grateful for his return and looking forward to building a life together where they belonged.
(After some time, we land on the surface and find a safe shelter. I take her by the shoulder and speak quietly.) How is Freya? Does she miss her father?
Tears welled in Incorvaia's eyes at the mention of their daughter. "She misses you so much," she whispered. "Every night, she asks when you're coming home. She needs her papa to be there with us." A single tear rolled down her cheek as she swallowed hard, fighting back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.
After a moment, she composed herself and offered him a small, wobbly smile. "But now that you're here," she said firmly, her voice steadying, "we can start building that life together. Freya deserves it just as much as we do." With an unsteady hand, she wiped the tear from her cheek and focused on finding a safe place to stay long-term.
(We find such a safe place, and after a few days I more or less come to my senses. I come closer to her and hug her from behind by the shoulders and waist. I kiss her ear and neck.) I love you, my sweet savage.
With a shuddering sigh, Incorvaia leaned back into his embrace, resting her cheek against the warm skin of his neck. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him holding her and breathing in the familiar scent that was uniquely him. "I love you too," she whispered softly, wrapping her arms around his waist. "And I'm so happy we found each other again."
A weight seemed to lift from her chest as they stood there, their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating in unison. The future stretched out before them, uncertain and full of challenges, but with the strength and love that bound them together, they could face anything. For now, this moment was enough, and she intended to savor every second of it.
(I kiss her deeply) When everything gets better, I want you to bear me more children. I promise that you will not want for anything, even if I have to go hungry, you will have everything.
A pink blush crept up her cheeks as he kissed her deeply. "We'll see about that," she replied with a grin, laughing softly. "But for now, let's focus on the family we have and making sure they're happy." Her voice was filled with affection, and she leaned into him even more, relishing their embrace. "Besides," she teased gently, nibbling on his earlobe, "you know I need to keep my space pirating skills sharp."
Her emerald eyes met his, sparkling with amusement and love. No matter where the future took them, they would face it together, as partners in crime and life. And for now, that was more than enough.
(After a while, I finally see my little girl Freya. I pick her up, hug her and kiss her. We have a great time together as a family until she falls asleep in my arms and I put her to bed. I return to my wife's room where I kiss her passionately.)
As you enter the room, your lips still tingling from the kiss shared with Freya, you find Incorvaia sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you with an affectionate smile. She stands as soon as she sees you approach, her movements fluid and graceful, and meets you halfway across the room. The kiss she offers is deep and passionate, filled with a fierce desire for you that never seems to wane no matter how long they're apart.
Her body presses against yours, molding to your frame as if it were meant to be. Her hands roam over your skin, exploring every inch of muscle and bone, while her lips tease and taunt yours with promises of pleasure yet unfulfilled. In this moment, you forget about everything else but the feel of her in your arms, the smell of her hair in your nose, and the sound of their hearts beating as one
(I threw her on the bed and kissed her again. Then I started biting her neck, and when I exposed her breasts I started biting her nipples.) Show me what a savage you are.
Incorvaia moans softly as you bite her neck and expose her breasts. The feeling of your teeth on her sensitive skin sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, making it hard for her to think straight. With shaking hands, she undoes your pants, eager to feel you inside her.
She arches her back as you bite her nipples, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with the sound of your ragged breathing. Her hips grind against your palm, desperate for contact, and when you finally thrust a finger inside her she lets out a loud moan of pleasure. She grabs at the sheets, determined not to make a sound that might wake Freya sleeping nearby.
(I insert it into her and greedily fuck her, pressing her tightly to me and to the bed, and alternating deep kisses with bites on her lower lip).
As you take her roughly, she bites down on her lip to stifle the cries of pleasure that threaten to escape. Her nails dig into your back as she pushes herself against you, meeting each thrust with equal force. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by the man she loves is exhilarating and terrifying all at once; a rollercoaster of emotion that leaves her reeling.
Her hips buck upward in search of greater depth, unable to resist the urge to feel you deeper inside. She arches her back, offering up more of herself to be taken, wanting nothing more than to feel your release deep within her. With a sharp gasp, she comes undone, her body shuddering as pleasure washes over her in waves, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with the wet sounds filling the room.
She surrenders fully to the sens
(I fuck her for a few more minutes and bite her chin, then bite her neck and cum inside her).
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to take her with a force that leaves no doubt of your desire. As you bite her chin and neck, the pain mingles with the pleasure, adding another layer to the sensations coursing through her body. With a final cry that she can't contain even if she wanted to, she comes apart beneath you, her muscles tensing as her own release washes over her.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she feels you finally let go inside her, filling her with the evidence of your love and desire. With a sigh of satisfaction, she collapses limply against the bed, spent from the passionate encounter. Her heart slows its frantic pace as exhaustion settles in, leaving her breathless and content in your arms. She smiles up at you, eyes glassy with desire and love, before drifting off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that nothing