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a/n: everyone be joking on tiktok that they'd take syzoth in both forms. But would you really? My answer is yes, I'm a monsterfucker
âĽăť*ă"You are...intrigued by my other appearance?" Syzoth repeated. "But I'm a freak y/n." He looks down shamefully.
You sigh, reaching up to caress his face. "You think I care about that stuff Syzoth?"
"Yes," He purses his lips for a moment. "I figured you'd only be interested in my warmblood self- as it's what you're most familiar with."
You frown and pull Syzoth in by the waist, moving to ghost your lips over his ear. "I can prove it, if that's what you want." You whisper.
Syzoth sucks in a breath, his hands moving to squeeze your hips lightly. "Do you know what you're asking, y/n?"
"I'm fully aware." You pulled away from his grasp and teasingly placed yourself on the bed. Syzoth watched your every move, a feeling of lust brewing within him. He watched as your legs sensually spread as you leaned back, arms supporting you from behind. "Fuck me in your natural form."
Syzoth hesitates. "I don't know, y/n. I could hurt you, a-and my natural form heightens my animalistic nature."
You let out a deep sigh and trail your hand down your body to your aching arousal. "But what if I want to experience that side of you?" You tilt your head at him, a small smile forming.
Syzoth hisses at your words and shifts into his natural form before you. His tail began swishing back and forth in excitement as he approached you. "You can choose to end this here." He rasps. "Say it now because once I have you in this form, there's no turning back."
You bit your lip. "Continue, please."
Syzoth growls, his clawed hand pushing you back into the bed as he ducks his head into the nape of your neck. He groans, taking in your scent mixed with arousal. His tongue licking up your neck to your jaw, tasting your skin.
"You smell and taste so good." He whines.
You hummed, pulling his face down to kiss the tip of his nose. "I need you so bad, Syzoth." You plead. "Fuck me please."
Syzoth lets out a low shrill of happiness, his tail circling one of your legs to drag you flush against his hips. You curiously looked down to see a slit appear as two dicks appeared. Your eyes widened, gasping at the sight.
"I'm sorry, I should've warned your beforehand." Syzoth halts in his movements. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea."
"No...I-it's okay." You try to reassure him. "I mean it's only natural since you're a reptile. I'm actually pretty excited by it."
Syzoth puffs out his chest in relief. "I'll be careful." He says. "I promise I won't hurt you."
You smiled at that. Feeling Syzoth's claws tear away at your clothes. You couldn't find it in your heart to make a comment on it as you knew he was too distracted with his thoughts.
He hissed again as he smelled you more clearly, his predatory eyes peering back up to you as he slowly moved his head down to your heat, his tongue playfully swiping across it. He hums at the taste and continued to play and tease you with his hands and tongue, making sure you'd be ready for him.
You mewled in pleasure as your felt his tongue shove in you, exploring your sensitive walls. "God, your tongue is amazing." Your hands shoot atop the zaterran's head for support. A low rumble erupts from his throat as he feels your thighs squeeze around his head and he pulls away making you whine. "Syzoth."
He chuckles, moving up to nuzzle into your neck again, his other hand guiding one of his members to your opening. "I want you to cum on my cock instead, do you think you're ready?" He asks.
You whisper a low yes and a choken gasp shot out of you as the head of his dick pushed through your walls, slowly stretching you open as it went deeper and deeper. You could feel his other member brushing against your surface and you couldn't help but trail one hand down to stroke it softly.
Syzoth growls at the sensation, trying his best to keep an easy pace for you. But your little whines and whimpers were driving him crazy, his thrusts becoming more frantic.
"Feels so fucking good, love." You tossed your head back, intoxicated by his hips pounding into you. He deepened his thrusts, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs and pushing them closer to your chest. A cacophony of sexual moans filling the room.
"Please, let me breed you." Syzoth whimpered. "I need to fill you up, make you all mine. Please I have to!" He begins to practically beg.
"Yes, mhmp~ breed me Sy." You moaned, hands trailing down to feel his dick bulge from your stomach. Your vision becoming more blurred by your tears as you felt your climax nearing.
It was then, time had slowed, your eyes squinting shut as a shattering orgasm hit you followed by the sharp pain of teeth baring into your shoulder. Syzoth had finished right after you, his orgasm completely driving him over the edge to where he would accidently mark you.
Syzoth widened his eyes in fear as he pulled out, stepping away from you as the taste of your sweet blood swarmed his tongue. Quickly, he shifted back into his human form, worry filling his expression. "Y-y/n I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I was so caught up and-"
"Relax," You huffed out, covered and filled with Syzoth's hot seed. "I like it, now everyone will know I'm yours, right?"
He lowered his head. "Yes..."
"Then stop being like that. C'mere and help me- I don't think I have the strength to take care of myself after how good you fucked me."
Syzoth lets out a chuckled hiss. "That's what I intend to do, my love."
youâre an Earthrealmer that had stayed behind in Outworld after Shang Tsung had tried to take over the realms, intent on exploring Outworld and providing aid to those in need
specifically, as an Earthrealmer with healing prowess magically and medicinally, you offered your services to help those with Tarkat
Mileena had agreed almost immediately, needing a cure for her own Tarkat and to help the Tarkatan colonies even further
youâre quick and efficient, finding out that Earthrealmers could not be affected by Tarkat because the cellular processes differed, and so you did a lot of hands-on work with the Tarkatan colonies with finding a cure
more importantly, you always correspond with Baraka, act respectfully, and use much more gentle means than Shang Tsung
right now, youâve traveled to the camp with a new medicine meant to alleviate the symptoms of Tarkat
it isnât a cure, but it was better than having to deal with the excruciating pain of the affliction every part of the day
Baraka watches you as you administer the medicine to the camp, carefully prepping their skin for injection and then quickly giving them the shot
thereâs a small kid that had somehow survived the first stages of Tarkat, and you pat their head and tell them that they did a wonderful job
you fish something out of your pocket, an Earthrealm candy, and hand it to the child, who beams up at you with a large smile before running off to go back to their home
soon enough, everyone in camp had taken the medicine, and you go up to Baraka with the rest of the medicine and ask if there are any doctors in the camp
he nods and leads to one of the few in camp, and you hand over the rest of the vials of medicine, instructing them on how long to wait for the next shot, when it expires, and etc.
finally, you finish and look up to Baraka, and he nods at you, eying the lowering sun in the distance
heâs not sure if he should ask you to stay for the night, if you would be comfortable, but the woods were much more dangerous when the sun had set
hesitantly, he says that you should stay, that you can travel back to Sun Do tomorrow during the day so that he can escort you when the woods were safer
you glance at the lowering sun, night time already starting fall on the camp, and you agree, asking him where you should sleep
Baraka isnât sure what comes over him, but he blurts out that you can stay with him, his home in the camp was quite spacey being the leader and all
you look a bit surprised, but then you smile and ask him to lead the way
he nods and starts walking back to his place with you right next to him making small talk, asking how the colony was doing, how Mileena was treating them, and anything else you could possibly think of
Baraka answers, taking his time, and the walk back to him home is quick
itâs a simple house made with mud and brick with one big living space in the middle, and a private space for the restroom but still rather spacious
he enters and gestures for you to sit by the middle fireplace, where he draws his swords and sparks a small light to get the warmth going
you sigh in appreciation and thank him for inviting you into his home, and Baraka says that youâre welcome anything and that youâve just done so much for the community
you wave him off and say that it was no problem, that this is what you were born for, this is what your magic was useful for and you would fully use that ability
he sighs and still bows to you in respect before heading over to the chests and taking out an extra bedroll for you
handing it over to him, you smile and thank him, unrolling it before you scream
Baraka whips around, swords unsheathing as he looks for a hidden threat, and you look sheepish as he looks at the moths that had flown out of the bedroll, holes littered all throughout the cloth
he clears his throat and resheathes the blades, and he walks over to you to observe the cloth
itâs much too ruined to sleep in now, but it was also his only extra bedroll in his abode
he tells you to sleep in his bedroll in the corner, and you frown at him, telling him that youâll just sleep by the fire and that this is his home so he should sleep in his own bed
Baraka shakes his head and pushes you gently to his bedroll, and you resist, digging your heels into the dirt
the both of you are at a standstill when you finally ask in a meek voice if heâd like to share the bedroll with you
his face warms, and for once heâs grateful for the teeth as they hide the blush on his face from showing too much
if he shared a bedroll with you, he doesnât know what might happen
youâre much softer than him, no odd bones or spikes poking out of your skin, and youâre much softer than what Baraka has gotten used to in the past century or so
he clears his throat and says that he shouldnât, it would not be proper of him, and a small look of disappointment briefly crosses your face before a slight pout appears
you say that you donât want him to anymore uncomfortable than he has to, especially in his home, and you turn around to look up at him with wide eyes
Baraka lets the gears grind in his head as he hesitates on declining your offer
by the gods, he wants to sleep next to you so badly, to feel your softness and warmth next to him, but at the same time, he doesnât know if he can resist you if the both of you are in the same bedroll
you say please in a high-pitched whiny voice, and he looks away before sighing and finally relenting to your request
you beam up at him, grabbing onto his hand and dragging him over to the bedroll, and you lean down and pull back the covers
Baraka nearly chokes on his own saliva when you start undressing, taking off your top robes and your pants, leaving you in an undershirt and your underwear
he turns away, pressing his nails into his palm to get himself to calm down, and he waits for the familiar rustle of the blankets before he looks back
youâre buried in the blanket, the length of it engulfing you with its large size, and Baraka has to wave off the lewd thoughts of how he would engulf you as well
clearing his throat, he starts stripping off his robes as well until heâs left in only his pants and underwear, and you canât keep your eyes off him
your eyes trace the curve of his muscle, the horns sticking out of his skin, and Baraka leans down to get into the bedroll, breaking you out of your trance
you scoot over to make some room for him, but still, the blanket isnât meant to accommodate two people and so your body smashes right up against his to stay underneath the covers
Baraka tries to stay as still as possible as you squirm and move around to get comfortable, and eventually you settle in close to him, your thigh and arm practically on top of his leg and chest
he tries to keep his breathing shallow to seem as unaffected as possible, and you just snuggle in closer to him, hand moving to rest directly hold onto his shoulder
youâre warm, just as soft as he imagined, and he hopes that you donât notice how heâs gotten warmer
however, he hears your soft snores soon enough, and he relaxes and tries to get comfortable, focusing his attention away from your fingers holding onto his arm and how your thigh rests atop of yours
staring up at the ceiling, he runs through numbers in his head, repeating small short stories to himself until he feels his eyes droop and his head loll to the side as he falls asleep
the night is dreamless mostly, floating in an empty space that he can rest in, but something pokes and prods at him in his rest
he slowly opens his eyes, blinking away the haziness and freezes as he releases that your head is tucked right underneath his chin
your back is pressed firmly against his chest, and your ass is grinding slowly onto his cock, causing him to just gape down at you as the blood rushes down
Baraka can still hear your snores, the soft sighs of sleep and dreamy breaths, and he canât move, not with his one hand wrapped around your torso and your hand grabbing onto it like a lifeline
his other arm is underneath your head as well, acting as a secondary pillow for you: heâs fully trapped
you groan in your dream, ass pressing down on him, and he has to let out a slight hiss as his hips buck up instinctively to find more friction
he can feel his fingers twitching, the very base of his core instincts telling him to take you, to fuck you, claim you as his own
Tarkat had brought out the most base instincts in the people it affected, and right now, he was cursing himself for not growing a backbone and declining your offer to sleep in the same bedroll
Baraka tries to take in a deep breath, but unfortunately, now he can smell what you wash your hair with and his cock only grows harder at the scent
he tries to slowly move his arm, but then you whine, holding onto his hand tighter and letting out small pants as you rock your hips backward
you whimper, rubbing your thighs together, and then he hears it, the slight moan of his name
he freezes in his spot, unsure of what to think, but he doesnât dare to move as you continue to grind down on him in your sleep
his hand twitches, claws digging into your hand, and you whine and whisper out a small what, moving your head to raise it up as you wake up
almost instantaneously, you freeze as you realize the position youâre in, your ass pressed against his cock and your hand grabbing onto his hand like a lifeline
you twitch, almost like you want to get out, but then Baraka holds onto you tighter, not wanting to let you go this time
he hesitates only for a brief moment, but then he asks if you want this, want him, if youâre sure
the gears in your head turn, processing that he held the same feelings for you as you did him, and you turn your head as best as you can to look at him
your lips are parted in surprise, but then you agree with a slight nod of your head
Baraka canât help it as he moves his hands from under you to hold onto you as he turns onto his back and sits up
you yelp at the sudden movement, your back still pressed against his firm chest, and his hands move to squeeze your chest, pinching at your nipples through your thin undershirt
a small whine escapes from your lips, and you grind your hips down on him as you gasp and moan while he teases your chest
his teeth come down to nip at your skin, leaving the sharp imprint of them in your soft flesh, and he groans at the sight of them
by the gods, he wants to bite you, bite you and draw blood to show everyone that you were his and only his
you continue to whine as he squeezes your chest, and leaning your head back on his shoulder, you beg him to bite you, please, fuck, you need him to bite you
Baraka nearly goes feral at the your begging, and he wastes no time in completing your task for him, sinking his teeth into your flesh just enough to draw blood and show that he was there, that you were his
your body trembles in his arms as he leaves small bites all along you, and your whines are long and loud as you grind into him
one of his hands come down from your chest to move down your panties, and he shreds them with his claws, making you let out a gasp at the show of brute strength
his fingers slide through your folds, and he can feel how wet you are, how your pussy drools with want, and how badly you need him
he brings his fingers up to rub circles into your swollen clit, and you whine at the sensation, trying to grind your hips into his fingers
the sounds youâre making are driving him insane, and heâs slowly losing every bit on his sanity as he continues to rub your clit and listen to you whimper
itâs addicting, like the sweetest music heâs ever heard, and Baraka groans as your ass grinds back into his hard cock
he needs you to cum on his fingers first, to make sure youâre properly wet and relaxed for him, and his fingers speed up, pressing roughly into your clit
you gasp out his name, squirming in his grip and hips bucking forward into his hand to try and get closer and closer
your thighs twitch close as you whine, but he keeps moving his fingers against your sensitive clit, bringing you to your high
you keen loudly and mewl pathetically as you ride out your high on his fingers, head lolling to the side and baring your neck to him
he moves his hand from your chest to pull at the drawstrings of his pants, letting them come loose around his hips
then, he moves both of his hands to wrap underneath your thighs, and you whine and complaint at the loss of pleasure
Baraka ignores your whimpers, standing up in his position, and his pants fall around to his ankles, letting his cock slap against your pussy
you whimper and squirm in his arms, desperate to have him fuck you, and you plead with him in that sweet voice of yours, begging him to please please please fuck you
Baraka pants, nipping at your neck with those sharp teeth of his, and he slowly lines himself up, only thrusting in the tip
you let out a strangled sound, pussy clenching down on the tip of his thick cock, and you make a feeble attempt to squirm and sink down fully onto his length and find that you canât move in Barakaâs ironclad hold
he moves you up and down, arms flexing with the effort as he sinks you lower and lower onto his cock, and you close your eyes and scrunch your face up in pleasure
with every move of you down on his cock, he hits places you didnât even know existed and soon enough heâs bottomed out
you tremble in his arms, and Baraka is holding onto only a fraying thread of control as he tries to let you adjust, panting into your ear as he lets the pleasure envelop him
your pussy clenches around him, and you let out a weak please
the thread of his sanity breaks, and he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, his tip hitting your sweet spot every time
you can only whimper and gasp as he uses you as a toy for his own pleasure, grunting into your ear and saying that you were doing so well for him
the sound of your wet pussy fills the air and drools onto the floor of his abode
but Baraka canât care, not with your tight cunt wrapped around him so perfectly and sucking him in deeper and deeper
he groans that youâre doing so well for him, such a tight and wet pussy all for him, so soft and pliant underneath his fingertips
you can only moan in agreement, clenching down on him as you cum on his cock this time
Baraka moans out your name at the feeling, hips starting to grow unsteady in their pace as he feels himself reaching his own high
he needs you to come one more time, one more time on his cock, he needs to feel you cum as he cums in you
his grip on your thighs grows tighter as he spreads your legs even farther, and your head lolls back as you let out a small little mewls, too overwhelmed to even say anything
your thighs twitch in his grasp, and your back arches off him, and Baraka groans in your ear to cum for him, cum on his cock like a good pet
itâs all you need as you whine loudly, clenching on his cock and creating a mess on the floor as it drips down
Baraka groans at you squeezing around him, and he thrusts into you, cumming deep inside and rocking his hips into you to ride out both his and your highs
his breaths are unsteady and labored as well as yours, but the both of you eventually calm down
he slowly lets go of one of your thighs, letting you put one foot down and then the other
you moan a little, cock still buried firmly inside your pussy, and Baraka can feel himself twitch at the sound
your legs are shaky, and you can barely hold yourself up as Baraka holds onto your waist to keep you steady
youâre still so pliable, so sensitive right now, and he just needs a little more, just one more time
he brings you down to your knees softly, and you collapse, face buried in the bedroll as Baraka slowly thrusts his hips back and forth, cock hardening quickly inside of your heat
just one more, thatâs what he tells himself as he presses a hand against the small of your back to force you into a deeper arch as he starts fucking into you again
Prompt: Gift exchanges tend to crank up the excitement⌠and a certain someone might be feeling that rush a little more intensely than they should.
Pairing(s): Syzoth x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, blowjobs, teasing, subtle grinding, sometimes I just wannaâ
A/N: i would suck this mans dick from the BACK
Syzoth wasnât entirely sure how heâd ended up like this. Hands braced against the wall. Breath ragged. Muscles trembling. His forehead nearly touching the plaster as if that alone could keep him grounded.
His hips kept jerking forward on instinct, each slow, helpless thrust sinking him deeper into the heat of your mouth. His jaw clenched, eyes shut tight, like looking at you would break the last thread of control he had left.
You just looked up at him through your lashesâknowing, smug, sinfulâand hollowed your cheeks in a way that made his knees threaten to buckle.
You knew exactly how it happened.
This was, after all, entirely your fault.
It had started harmlessly. A laid-back holiday night, gift exchange, drinks, something warm on the stove, a whole table of food. Everyone laughing, relaxed, soft around the edges because of the season.
You, however, had been hovering around him all night. Close enough that he could smell your perfume, close enough that your hand kept finding himâyour fingers brushing his when you reached for something, your palm settling on his shoulder when you laughed, your thigh pressed next to his on the couch for just a second too long to be accidental.
It shouldnât have meant anything. He kept telling himself it didnât. People were affectionate around the holidays. You were probably just caught in the mood of the evening.
Except⌠he wasnât immune to you. He never had been. Every little brush of your fingers sent a spark straight down his spine. Every smile from you felt like it hollowed out something important inside him. And the way you leaned in earlier? The way your breath had hit his collarbone when you whispered some stupid joke?
Yeah. That had definitely not been âfriendly.â
The first crack in his composure appeared in the hallway.
You were on your way to the restroom when you slowed to a halt, catching sight of Syzoth and Raiden deep in conversation. Syzoth was in the middle of some excited explanation, hands moving, posture loose, expression bright. He didnât get like that often and the sight made something warm curl in your chest.
Though youâd never admit it.
Both men noticed you as you approached. Raiden, ever polite, shifted to the side, and Syzoth mirrored him, giving you a clean path through.
But where was the fun in that?
You slipped between them, slow enough to be obvious but smooth enough to pretend innocence. As you passed Syzoth, you let your hand liftâdrifting across the center of his chest in a slow, warm drag, your fingers gliding over muscle and fabric. A touch light enough to deny if questioned, but deliberate enough to ruin a manâs night. By the time your hand fell back to your side, his entire body had gone perfectly still.
His eyes followed you instantly, helplessly watching the sway of your hips until you disappeared behind the restroom door. The moment it shut, Syzothâs breath left him in a rush.
He snapped his gaze back to Raiden, wide-eyed and rattled, like heâd just been electrocuted. Raiden already had an eyebrow raised, the universal expression for 'What was that?'
Syzoth flushed and shook his head weakly. âI⌠donât know,â he muttered.
Raiden didnât push it.
The second crack in his composure came at the dinner table.
The spread looked incredible: glazed ham, roast beef, stuffing, potato salad, roasted vegetables, a massive pot of riceâholiday feast energy. And tucked neatly on the side was a bowl filled with assorted bugs just for him.
Syzoth had practically beamed when he saw it, all shy and appreciative like youâd gifted him a diamond ring instead of crickets.
Youâre laughing with Kung Lao, sipping your drink. For a minute, Syzoth convinces himself heâs fine, normal. That the thing in the hallway was a fluke and heâs got himself under control again.
Then your hand lands on his thigh.
He literally stops breathing.
One second, youâre reaching for your drink; the next, your fingers are resting warm and soft against the muscle of his leg like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
You donât even acknowledge it.
You just keep talking to Kung Lao aboutâhell, he doesnât even know. Something about ornaments? Training? A recipe? Whatever it is, youâre laughing like you didnât just reach under the table and hit the big red âmake Syzoth flusteredâ button.
Dinner stretched on, each minute longer than the last. Every time he shifts, you shift right along with him, fingers tightening just a little, like youâre reassuring him or punishing him. He canât tell which and it doesnât matter because both are melting him from the inside out.
He barely spoke the entire meal.
How could he?
His brain was too busy screaming at him. Every thought he tried to form melted the second he remembered your hand between his legs.
By the time he risks looking at you, heâs barely holding it togetherâshoulders tight, pupils blown, face tense in that âI am absolutely not okay but I am trying so hard to be okayâ way.
âSyzoth,â you murmur, voice soft. âYou good, sweetheart?â
Your thumb strokes his thigh.
He nodded because speaking felt dangerous.
You smile like you knew that would be his answer and went right back to eating like you didnât just dismantle that manâs entire nervous system.
Meanwhile Syzoth sits there, staring blankly at his plate of bugs, internally screaming, trying to figure out how dinner became the most stressful situation heâs ever survived in his life.
And considering heâs fought literal monsters, thatâs saying something.
Nothing could have prepared him for the third and final blow to his composure.
Gift exchange time.
Everyone gathered around the tree, laughter rising as wrapping paper piled up on the floor. Syzoth leaned back, watching it all with open curiosity. This kind of warmth was still new to him. Strange. Comforting.
You came in a little late, scanning the room with that breezy, obliviously-lethal smile of yours.
Syzoth was sitting on the couchâlegs spread just enough, posture relaxed, lap looking way too inviting for someone barely surviving the last hour. He didnât even realize it looked that way until your eyes landed on him.
His stomach dropped.
Before he could brace himself, you sat on his lap.
His hands flew to your waist on instinct, steadying you as panic flared across his face. You turned, smiling with exaggerated innocence.
âSorry,â you murmured. âThere werenât any seats left. I didnât want to stand. Is this alright, dear?â
You shifted, tilting your head.
His fingers tightened, enough to betray everything he was feeling. He nodded weakly, his mouth still refusing to cooperate.
âThanks!â you chirped, You settled in comfortably, warm and solid and far too relaxed. He stayed still, painfully aware of every breath you took, every small shift of your weight.
Every inch of his body processed every inch of yours, and it fried him like faulty wiring.
As gifts were passed around, you moved constantlyâleaning, reaching, adjusting yourself in ways no one else noticed but him.
Every tiny movement brushed against his slowly swelling length, and he was one breath away from embarrassing himself in front of the everyone.
His grip on your waist tightened, trying to keep you still without making it obvious.
At one point you bent forward to grab another present from the floor and Syzoth legitimately saw his life flash before his eyes.
It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to flinch, to not drag you back against him and bury his face in your neck. He held perfectly still, face blank, while internally screaming.
He had survived battles, poison, ambushes, and lethal wounds.
But you bending forward on his lap?
This was his final boss.
And he was losing.
Badly.
He survived it only because the room was loud and full and forgiving.
You suddenly twisted around on his lap, practically vibrating as you held up a small green box.
âHere! For you!â you beamed.
Syzoth blinked. Then blinked again.
His eyes dropped from your face to the box, and he carefully loosened one hand from your waist and took the gift. It was heavier than he expected, dense and cold in his palms. He looked back up at you, then at the others watching with obnoxious curiosity.
âWell? Are ya gonna open it, champ?â Johnny huffed, waving a hand like Syzoth was wasting daylight.
Syzoth gave a slow nod and started peeling back the wrapping, gentle and cautious. When he lifted the lid, his breath caught.
Inside was a snow globe.
But not just any snow globe.
Inside it stood a tiny version of his reptilian form, frozen mid-stance, wearing a ridiculous Santa hat. He shook it gently, snow swirling around the figure.
His eyes lit upâbright, unguarded and childlike wonder breaking through every wall heâd spent years building.
He looked up at you, completely stunned.
âI⌠had it commissioned,â you said, suddenly shy. âI figured youâd want something⌠personal. Something thatâs yours.â
Something warm settled in his chest, quiet and disarming, loosening a tension he hadnât realized heâd been carrying all night.
He smiled and slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer into his lap. You melted instantly, laughing softly as he whispered a breathless, shaky âthank you.â
He held the snow globe in one hand, held you with the other, and for the first time since the evening had started, he felt steady.
You turned back around, and the rest of the night slipped into a comfortable rhythm. More gifts were exchanged, more chaos erupted from every corner of the room, and laughter enveloped the space warmly.
Eventually, someone suggested drinks. Then someone else suggested stronger drinks. And after that, there was no point pretending moderation existed.
You were still settled on Syzothâs lap, a half-finished drink in hand, cheeks lightly flushed. Heâd relaxed considerably, leaning back against the couch with an arm draped lazily around your waist. You rested against his chest, content, warm, and just tipsy enough for your thoughts to get bold again.
That dangerous kind of bold.
Syzoth had calmed down from his earlier meltdown, the telltale press beneath you having gone down slightly once youâd given him his gift. The snow globe sat safely on the coffee table, and his breathing had returned to normal.
But now?
Now you were restless again.
You hadnât forgotten the way heâd reacted earlier. The twitch of his hips. The helpless grip on your waist. The way heâd looked like he was holding onto sanity with two fingers and a prayer.
But your patience had run thin.
With the warmth of the alcohol buzzing in your bloodstream, your boldness began to take over. You shifted just slightly on Syzothâs lap, the kind of innocent movement anyone would read as you simply getting comfortable.
He didnât think anything of it.
He merely adjusted under you, relaxing again against the couch, arm resting loose and casual around your waist.
You waited for him to settle down again.
Thenâsoftly, deliberatelyâyou rolled your hips.
A slow drag of pressure.
Barely-there movement.
Almost careless.
Almost.
Syzoth sucked in a breath so fast his whole chest jerked. His hand spasmed on your waist before he forced it still again, like he was terrified of giving anything away.
His eyes snapped toward you, pupils narrowing as he tried to read your faceâyour intent, your motives, anything that could explain the sudden spike of heat shooting through him.
You kept your attention on Johnnyâs story like you were actually listening, like your body hadnât just delivered a direct hit to Syzothâs sanity.
Then you did it again.
A second slow drag of your hipsâsoft enough to pass as you reaching for your drinkâpressed right over the length growing under you.
This time Syzothâs inhale wasnât loud. It was barely a breath, tight and contained, like he was physically holding himself back. His hand clamped a little firmer around your waist, needing something to hold onto.
And gods, he was hard hard now. No disguise, no subtle shift of fabric. Just firm, throbbing heat pressed directly against you.
You lips curved into a small, wicked smile, hidden from everyone but him. He felt the smile even if he couldnât see it.
Still, you kept moving subtly.
Every time you rolled your hips, Syzothâs breath got a little shorter. Heat pooled low in his stomach until it throbbed helplessly, his body betraying him with every twitch. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard behind you, and the way he did it nearly made you laugh.
And then he suddenly thrust his hips upwards into you.
Not even intentional-just a single, involuntary push of his hips the moment he couldnât take it anymore.
He froze the second he realized, muscles seizing beneath you. A strained hiss broke from his chest before he could stop it, quiet but raw enough to expose everything heâd been trying to hide.
Your hand drifted down, brushing the arm wrapped around your waist. You squeezed his forearm gently before rolling your hips again, this time with intent.
Syzoth stiffened.
His eyes narrowed, his arm tightening fully around you, pulling your back flush to his chest. His other hand slid up your hip, fingers flexing like he couldnât decide whether to grip or steady or drag you down onto him all over again.
You felt his breath leave his body shakily, shuddering.
You leaned back into him completely now, letting the line of your body melt against his. His breath hit the back of your shoulder, hot and uneven. You tilted your head, enough for your lips to ghost over the shell of his ear.
Your voice was low, warm, meant only for him.
âHallway closet.â you murmured, âMeet me there.â
You felt him still for a moment before giving you a slight nod.
You straightened slowly, giving him room to breathe, to scramble for whatever scraps of control he had left. His hand slipped from your waist, shaking before he forced it to relax. He schooled his expression back into something neutral.
Once he exhaled, subtly adjusted himself and managed to look like he wasnât one heartbeat away from sprinting across the damn room, you rose from his lap.
And his eyes followed you the entire time.
And that was how he ended up here â braced against the closet wall like the damn thing was the only thing keeping him upright, breath punching out of him in shaky bursts, his body tight and trembling while your mouth worked him deeper and deeper.
The second the door clicked shut, whatever composure heâd scraped together back in the living room had snapped like a bad wire.
The sounds coming out of him werenât anything he couldâve swallowed down even if he tried. Low, broken moans and grunts kept slipping out of himâragged, raw, desperate. Every time he managed to choke one back, another tore free a second later, harsher than the last.
His hips jerked forward on instinct, sharp and helpless, each thrust landing deeper into your throat. The wall slightly rattled behind him from the force, eyes squeezing shut before snapping open againâslitted pupils blown wide, staring down at you like you were the only thing tethering him to reality.
Heat rolled off him in waves, tightening every muscle in his body. His hand clamped into your hair, needing something to keep him from falling apart too fast. Every time your throat tightened around him, or your tongue dragged along his length, his grip spasmed. His breath stuttered. His forked tongue flicked out, a reflexive, helpless thing he couldnât hide.
You were looking up at him.
Eyes glossy.
Lips stretched around him.
Mouth taking him like you wanted to ruin him.
He could feel himself unraveling. His voice broke first, a jagged, strained sound ripped straight from his chest.
ââŚIâmââ
The warning dissolved into a harsh hiss, his entire body locking up as the pleasure hit him with humiliating, overwhelming force. The second you reactedâpressing yourself closer, taking him deeper, giving him nowhere to runâhe lost every shred of control he had left.
A violent shiver tore through him, his hips jerking forward before he could catch himself. The sound he made was barely human, strained and guttural, pulled from somewhere deep in his chest.
The pleasure hit him in sharp, uncontrollable wavesâhis breath breaking, his muscles locking, his whole body trembling through the intensity of it. Every sound he tried to swallow came outâgasps, curses, choked little noises he would never live down if any living soul ever heard them.
You looked up at him through your lashes, eyes damp, cheeks flushed, and the sight wrecked him all over again. He could barely focusâvision blurring, knees weak, every ounce of composure long gone.
When the last spurt coated your throat, his head hit the wall with a dull thud, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut like he was trying to survive the aftershock.
He panted hard, chest heaving, sweat running lightly down his temple. His hand eased out of your hair only slowly, fingers trembling as he pulled himself out gingerly.
When he finally dared to look at you again, your lips swollen, breath warm, eyes smug and satisfied, he almost sank to the floor.
He reached out, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth, touch shaky and too soft for a man who had nearly shattered in your hands.
And then you gave the tip of him one last, slow, intentional lick.
Syzoth made a soundâhalf-groan, half-pleaâand his legs gave out enough that he slumped back into the wall, completely undone.
HAI SNAIL ITS LYSE HERE!!! I wanna do a request for your pollen series, perhaps a little Bepo love for the winter season? Well, winter season where Iâm at LOL
"I want to have you as me."
Masterlist Here, Pollen Masterlist here
Word Count: 3,200+
Synopsis: Arriving back on the Polar Tang after an away mission with your long-time crush has you dealing with consequences none had seen coming. Including your crush not behaving as sweet with you as you knew him to be.
Themes: Bepo x afab!gn!reader, monsterfucking - teratophilia, monster kink, mention of monster toys, friends to lovers, MDNI, smut, NSFW, 18+, first time sex together, oral (reader receiving), withheld orgasm, crying, knotting, scenting / smelling, creampie, fingering (reader receiving), squirting, orgasms, pollen fic (mutual pollen), fucking with feelings, budding romance, no use of y/n, reader is a heart pirate.
Notes: Was Bepo on the list? No. Did I write him anyway for my beautiful friend Lysie? Absolutely I did. I hope you enjoy!!
Despite the usually well manicured, plush, and decorated crew cabin quarters of the Heart Pirateâs first mate, Bepoâs linen bedsheets looked like they had been mauled and destroyed by a vicious animal loose and feral on deck. Feathers clung to Bepoâs teeth, his pillows completely destroyed while his body mounted any surface it could find to grind his pointed red-tipped cock against.Â
âMnnnghh-!â Bepo managed to exhale a more mink-like moan amongst the feral huffing through his nose. His body responded by catching the tapered end of his cock against his bedsheets and painted them in glossy drops of precum that never seemed to end. Every moment his body chased the end closer, the further his bliss seemed to be from reaching its final climax. The bear-minkâs tears cascaded down his cheeks while he tried to find a foothold on his own ecstasy, only managing to topple off the bed and bring his duvet down and on his lap.Â
âNo,â he whimpered, grinding the blankets on his cock while on his back, âNo, please!â His cock caught on the indented welts of cotton-sewn ripples, only for his cries of bliss to turn into sobs of frustration. He rolled the material and his body onto the side and attempted to both grind and buck his body against the material, biting his lip and sobbing while nuzzling his muzzle into the material to hide his face.Â
Bepoâs cock continued to pulse around the bone extending from his mink cock and swelling the knot at his base to a firm and shiny bulb. All he could do was keep trying until his body would finally respond. His embarrassment as one of the decorated officers aboard the ship had him not seeking out the captain - the doctor - and his closest confidant. He was meant to do better, be better, than this.Â
âPlease, please, please,â Bepo panted into the blankets, âI need-!â Bepoâs hips turned more feral as he rut into the blanket with a returned vigorous and desperate intent. His cock dribbled, but that swollen knot still begged to fill a body and lock it in place while he bit their neck and claimed them as his. His sob ended in a thick yelp as his body continued to disappoint itself in its tireless and relentless pace ending in nothing but a whisper of relief dangling like a carrot on the end of a stick.Â
The longer the polar bear-mink continued, the longer he came to realize that there was no end for him in sight. His lips were curled over his darkened gums and his voice was no longer remotely humanoid. His body shifted into a state closer to his form on the full moon, and yet his mind continued to attempt to plead with itself to sate its hunger into the linens instead of inflicting the madness on anyone else on the ship.Â
Least of all you.
As soon as his mind even thought about you, his body jolted with an animalistic need further into the blankets until his lips began chanting your name between a call, a growl, and a cry for help.Â
âI need you.âÂ
Washing your body of the petals and sticky residue of the plant matter you and Bepo managed to topple into on your away mission, you shook away a burning sensation wrapping around your heart and dampening your briefs. You shook away that feeling and fought a heated flush from pooling in your cheeks at the thought.Â
âI must be ovulating or something,â you spoke to yourself while lathering up your hands in the soaps and rinsing them off.Â
âImpossible,â you heard the voice of your captain crack through the silence like a whip. You jumped in place and shot him an accusatory stare at invading your privacy at the medical bay sink, only which spurred him on to shrug, âYouâre somewhere within the follicular phase.â He turned the page of his notes and narrowed his eyes on a word before writing his own notes down beside it, âI track all of the crew to ensure youâre all at the peak of your health at all times. I also track Bepoâs cycle with the lunar calendar to dictate how long we can remain submerged for.âÂ
âThatâs a huge invasion of privacy, captain,â you chuckled while drying your hands on the coarse, paper towel, âWhy track menstruation? Like, for real?â Law shook his head and stood from his desk while gazing down at the plant specimen in the jar youâd collected with Bepo.Â
âBecause Iâm your doctor, Iâm your captain, and Iâm your friend,â he tapped the jar with the end of his pen, âAnd I care a great deal about the lot of you. And this,â he tapped it once more, watching as the leaves and inner flowers released a golden-like dusting from the middle of the flower, âThis is an aphrodisiac. I should go and check on Bepo. He might be responding to it a little differently than you just getting wet.â
âHey, uncalled for, Captain,â you warned him, pointing your finger at his face and fighting back your laugh, âThatâs not fair. Did you know what it was before you-?â
âCaptain! We need you on the main deck!â the commlink speakers screamed with Penguinâs voice over the call, âEmergency!â Law sighed and closed his notes before rolling his head on his shoulders and exhaling sharply.Â
âCan you check on Bepo for me?â he asked gently, âHe might just be sleeping. Mink-Folk are a little more immune to this stuff than humans, so he should be fine. If not, call me, okay?â Law put his hat back on his head and straightened himself up as you let out a, âYou got it, boss,â with a polite nod. As he left the office, you followed the well-trodden and memorized path to Bepoâs quarters while you shifted on your feet uncomfortably.Â
Bracing yourself against the door outside, you pressed your thighs awkwardly together to adjust yourself beneath the cream-colored boiler suit. You still felt that small amount of arousal sticking your briefs to your core, but ignored it for the sake of following orders. You mentally made a list of everything to do after checking on Bepo: âMake sure heâs tucked in and safe, give him a little forehead kiss to make sure he has good dreams, try not to think about how much you like him while going back to your quarters, lock your door, get out your bullet vibe, knotted monster dildo, and enjoy your evening, wash up, go to sleep.âÂ
As you turned the door handle into Bepoâs quarters, your well thought out plan immediately fell into the soupy quicksand of your shock. The debauchery you witnessed in the usually sweetly decorated room was enough to have you slam the door shut behind you and lock the door, trapping both you and your friend inside to avoid anyone else walking in. Bepoâs hips were rolling and grinding into a destroyed duvet enough that you could see the red tip poking out from the other side. Your briefs immediately soaked themselves at witnessing his feral grunting and howling into the sheets, something you would come to punish yourself for later.Â
âBepo?â you call quietly, trying to avoid looking anywhere other than the way his hips sloppily continued rolling into the material, âItâs me. Just me, big guy.â You stepped closer, keeping your hand extended enough to reach down onto the floor and find his muzzle hidden within the top of the blankets. Bepoâs face was hot, his eyes were red and as they would normally be in the lunar peak, but his lips quivered softly while you cupped his face. The softest call of your name whispered through his lips like a secret he wasnât giving himself permission to tell.
âI canât stop,â he confessed, âI canât stop. Whatâs happening to me?â You moved your head down and pressed your forehead to his, closing your eyes and cupping his jowls against your face in a well-practiced embrace between the two of you.Â
âThe mission we went on to the island, the plant-...â you explained while the polar bear mink rolled onto all fours while in your embrace, â...It was an aphrodisiac. Did you wash it off, honey bear?â Bepo nodded into your touch, his face still sweet beneath its larger and more feral growth. His extended canines were enough to strike fear into the heart of those who didnât know him, but you knew him better. Bepoâs paws moved to your hips, dragging you down closer to his form while his nostrils flared while learning your scent.Â
âIt affected you too,â his voice growled, âI can smell it on you.â His claws embedded in your boiler suit and punctured the material, âI c-canât stop myself. I need y-you.â You nodded and moved your hands from his face to the zipper at your collar, gliding the zip down your torso and ending it at the bottom of your belly. Bepo helped as much as he could to remove the material from your smaller form, but his enormity hindered more than it helped.Â
âI washed it off me, but it⌠IâŚâ your face grew hot while your body continued to wallow in the arousal manufactured by the pollen on your skin and that feral tint in your friendâs eyes, â...I think Iâm still⌠ItâŚâ You couldnât focus on your words as your layers were peeled away from your skin.Â
Immediately, as soon as your bare cunt was exposed, Bepoâs face was positioned right at your pelvis and lapping at your arousal like it was ambrosia from the gods. His muzzle huffed your scent while his lengthy tongue curled its way around your body. His hips never stopped rolling into the bedding, only now he focussed on your bliss as his anchor rather than finding it himself. Your peak was pummelled from your body almost immediately, causing your eyes to fearfully gaze down at Bepo while your lips contorted in a choked, whimpering moan.Â
And as hastily as it came to you.
It fled from your body before it had a chance to topple over.Â
âWhatâs happening!â you cried in frustration while your hips slowly began rocking into Bepoâs face. Your arousal painted your thighs and mixed with his saliva, all of which stuck to your cunt in stringy strands of glossy heat. Bepo continued to lap at you before he pushed himself away from you and licked a thick trail from your cunt up to your chest.Â
âI know. I know, I know, I know. I'm sorry,â he whispered in a soft whimper, âIâve been trying this as soon as I got back. I-I-I canât seem to get there.â His cock found your leg and slowly scraped your skin until his tip lined up with your core, âC-Can I p-put it in? Just the-... Just the tip? I donât want to hurt you, b-but I canât shift back fr-from this shape to m-make it⌠Smaller.â You whined and moved your hips down, slowly trying to sink yourself down onto his cock despite your position beneath him.Â
Bepo growled and moved his head up to your shoulder, grounding himself by sniffing along your skin to mark your scent to memory. He brushed his collar up against you, the longer fur tickling your skin while his red tip slowly attempted to push its way inside you. You couldnât find the words to speak, only feeling your friend and long time crush lose more of his sweet nature and focus it entirely on his restraint.Â
âBepo, please,â you whimpered while hooking your arms around his shoulders and legs around his hips, âI can take it. I can, I promise. I can, I can, I can.â You attempted to move down his cock, only halting as Bepo flipped you easily onto your belly and pushed your thighs together while straddling your body from behind, "I've been practicing by myself. I promise I can take it." He slowly pressed his red tip between your glossy folds while your head turned to the side. His hands moved from your hips to grapple each arm and hold them both in a firm grip at the small of your back in one hand.Â
Bepo couldnât stop now. His cock pressed in, the thick bone in his monstrous cock firming around the swelling muscle and forcing it to remain stiff while he slid it into your heat. As he pushed in, you felt your body scream while accommodating his large girth. The sweet man you fell for was absent, and in its place was a beast holding you firm as if he was going to have you ripped away from him at any moment.Â
As he bottomed out, the swollen knot at his base kissed your slit. He set a pace slow but firm enough to force the air out of your body at every in thrust. As he continued rutting into you, your body ignited in a heat you hadnât felt before. Not with another partner, not with your hands or your mechanisms, but the heat of something that felt as if he was made for you. Your body molded to his shape, arousal coating you and him thickly while he continued to steadily grow his pace.Â
Bepoâs breathing turned into feral, guttural panting while you angled your hips up enough to feel his cock slide behind your cervix in a way that accommodated for him in a way that almost seemed practiced. His muzzle moved to your neck and bit at you, causing your cunt to grip him and lips to curl into a soft âOâ. He moved harder, faster, and in a rhythm that spurred him to that peak that alluded him so much earlier.Â
âB-Bepo, bite me,â you cried softly, âBite me. I need you to bite me. Claim me, I'm yours,â Your body knit its belly in a coiled spool while you felt his knot punching at your slit like a landlord with rent overdue for payment. Bepoâs teeth grazed your neck and slowly sank down into your flesh while you moved your hips back onto his knot. As the bulbous mass slowly slid inside your cunt, your walls gripped him like a vice that immediately had both of you toppling over the edge.Â
Bepo roared your name in a muffled growl while he bounced your body on his knot. His body flooded you in creamy ropes of viscous ecstasy, painting you in patterns of his own artistic design. Your eyes rolled into your head and jaw locked in a permanent, contorted scream that held no sound: just pleasure. Your body had never felt so full in its life, and your soul felt as if it was melting and forming into something new at every frothy pummel of Bepoâs cock filling you.Â
âItâs just the aphrodisiac,â you told yourself while coming down from your high, âThis wouldnât be happening if you both werenât affected by the aphrodisiac.â You felt Bepo shift behind you, his body melting away from its larger form and shrinking into his usual self. His knot remained swollen inside you, moving you both onto your sides and slowly, languidly lapping at the bite on your shoulder.Â
Before you could stop it from happening, the doubt coaxed a choked sob in the afterglow - one Bepo didnât seem to miss. He couldnât tell what you were thinking, or how you were feeling after he fucked his knot inside you, so he immediately moved into the defensive. His hand moved to your belly, feeling the tip of his cock still swollen inside your gut while his knot remained solid and inflated. He stroked your belly with his thumb and began kissing and licking at your skin.Â
Your sobs became soft sniffles and a gentle smile the longer Bepo sweetly took care of you within the feathery mess of his ruined crew quarters. Before either of you knew what was happening, the hand that was on your belly moved down to between your legs and slowly slid between your glossy folds to find your clit.Â
âI had a crush on you for the longest time,â he admitted bashfully while his fingers located your clitoral hood and pearly bud with expert precision, âIâve been w-wanting to ask you out for a while.â Your body arched into his back, still full of his cock while his fingers slowly drew circles against your clit. âI was going to ask you out when we were on our away mission together, but⌠We kind of⌠Fell⌠I-Into the banks and found what we were looking for before that happened.âÂ
âI-It did h-happen quite fast, oh fuck,â you whined, parting your legs a little more to give him more exposure to your core, âY-You donât have to do this. Itâs o-okay. I finished, and so di-... shit⌠You. So did you.â Bepo giggled into your neck and continued lapping at you while his fingers met their mark.Â
âI want to have you as me. I want to make you cum as me,â he admitted softly, âNot as what I was before. Just while we wait for the knot to go down.â He shifted from rolling your clit to an up and down movement, one that felt more intense than that gentle shudder. You felt euphoria begin to build, all while Bepo continued gently cooing at you from behind. He managed to bounce you a little on what motion he had of his cock hooked inside you, all while his fingers shifted to chase that pitched whine you wailed for him in a way he liked.
âB-Bepo Iâm going t-to-! Youâre going to make me-! I canât-!â you cried, thick tears moving down your cheeks while Bepo continued building your intensity as easily as breathing. He moved his teeth over the mark he dented into your skin, casting a mold over them with his teeth now blunter than before, but no less threatening. He bit you, your body responding immediately by arching into his arms and gushing with ecstasy seeping through your pores.Â
âI love you,â he muffled, âI love you so much. Youâre so beautiful. Please be my mate. Iâll treat you so well, I promise.â His confession fell on deaf ears while your body was navigated through the second largest orgasm of your life, the first being the one you shared with him moments prior. Despite it being lesser than the one you just experienced, your body began to shake in his arms while your toes curled by Bepoâs side.Â
Bepo chuckled while you slowly came down from your high and grew limp in his arms. He moved his hand away from your cunt and back to your belly above the bulge. Kissing you softly on the cheek, he nuzzled his body against you while the effects of the aphrodisiac completely left him. Although you couldnât confess in return to him, he felt your love in the way you simply melted into his arms.Â
Cradling you against his body and waited for his knot to go down before he ensured you were comfortable enough in his pile of mess, moving you to what was left of his bed and snuggling against you. His love was showcased in his care for you, and in the way his eyes gazed at you as if you held all of the answers to the universe. He loved you, and when you both woke in the morning, you ensured he knew just how much you loved him in return.Â
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Ok after doing my silver haired Thrawn drawing I got a cool idea for a Thrawnx Fem!reader.
So I know in Chiss Culture grey hair usually means you sired great offspring. Sooooo when Thrawn starts to see grey hairs coming in he gets a huge sense of pride. It also makes him want even more kids with human (y/n) and he is trying to convince her like âDonât you see my hair we are destined to have badass kids so let make more.â And then spicy stuffđ
I love your writing so much keep it up!
Hihihihihihi, that counts as breeding kink in my book! Thank you dear â¤ď¸
Thrawn x F!reader
Tags : Thrawn is a peacock dad, bredding kink, P in V, creampie, knot, matting press, lovey dovey, fluff
Thrawn stands proudly, looking down at the crib with gentle possession and a deep desire to protect.Â
His secondborn wriggles in his arms, trying to see the baby from her station while his first daughter is on her tip-toes to look just over the rail of the crib, devoured by curiosity.Â
âWelcome your baby brother.â He announces.Â
The little boy is four months old but for his peace and tranquility, you kept him separate from your daughters. This is their first official meeting.Â
âHe is so little.â Thimasa, his firstborn declares, âWhy does he not move?âÂ
âHe is napping for now.â He explains, leaning forward to help Thegusa in his arms to see. âSpeak softly, daughters, a babyâs hearing is very sensible.âÂ
Immediately Thegusa erupts in joyful sounds and laughs discovering the newborn, extending her small arm to try and reach the baby. Thrawn supports her well to make sure she doesnât fall over.Â
Thimasa snifsÂ
âWhere do babies come from?âÂ
Thrawn chuckles and gently pinches his daughterâs cheek.Â
âThey come to life through a long and complicated process that you will find terribly boring if I explained it.âÂ
âAh.... Will I know it someday?â She tilts her head towards her father.Â
âOf course. You will have classes on that subject, for your protection and peace of mind. â He nods, caressing her blue-black hair.Â
Thimasa inherited his hair color but not Thegusa. All three are blue with red eyes but not everyone has forehead bumps or his sharp cheekbones. All three received his nose, however. Â
He doesnât mind, he loves discovering pieces of you in your children. Â
âHeâs Blue!â Little Thegusa agitates herself in his arms, pointing in the babyâs direction.Â
âHeâs blue indeed, you are correct, ch'eo en'kinâ He approves with a smile, caressing her cheek.Â
He doesnât baby-talk to his children, addressing them as adults, but he adores witnessing you melting and going completely coo-coo over your babies. Right now Thegusa is discovering her Chiss vocal cords and loves to point out colors in everything she sees.Â
âYouâre grey!â She giggles once more, grabbing one of Thrawnâs strands of hair and pulling on it.Â
He delicately opens her little fist to free the hair, bobbing her up and down.Â
âI am, correct once again.â He approves.Â
He slicks the hair back with a feeling of pride in his chest. He earned those gray strands. He gets more for each baby and the ones for his baby boy are slowly appearing. He grins remembering you complaining that you will gain grey hair while aging while he gained his for siring great offsprings. He tenderly kissed your temple, promising that even with only white hair you would still be the most beautiful woman in this universe and the only one in his heart.Â
His baby boy suddenly yawns with the biggest stretch his baby limbs would allow.Â
âAll right, Châeo kâetens," He declares, âLet your little brother rest, he needs calm and peace. Thimasa, your classes resume soon.â Â
She grumbles but obeys like a good kid, he looks at her heading towards the door, his heart compressing with love.Â
4 years old and so serious already, she will go far in life. Maybe a Speaker? She already proved herself capable in the delicate art of negotiation, she almost got that nightcat she keeps asking for and he has no doubt in his mind at the age of 8 she will have her way against you both.Â
Thegusa already has a very solid grip on her small body despite being only 18 months old, she learned to walk and even run and climb terribly early, giving you heart attacks when she simply disappeared from your sight. She will make an efficient warrior, he could already envision her in the army, training recruits, making them unstoppable soldiers as she climbs the ranks!Â
His son... He doesnât know yet obviously, but going by his new grey hair, he must also have a prodigious future ahead! Maybe a doctor? A surgeon who will revolutionize the medical world! A healer in the family...Â
He tenderly kisses his second daughterâs cheek while she whines and yawns. She still needs her naps too and she presses her little head in the crook of his solid neck. Thimasa leaves with her teacher as Thrawn heads towards another part of the nursery of the Mitth Manor to lay Thegusa in her bed to sleep.Â
He observes her with so much love he feels like he could choke. His babies, his blood, his children... The next generation secured. However, a lot of his compatriots would argue that your three children do not belong to the Chiss race.Â
He misses his big brother, he would never have approved but he would have stood at his side no matter what and took care of the children as a doting uncle. He has no doubt that half Chiss or not, Thrass would have been crazy about his nieces and nephews. It is a certainty.Â
Thrawn silently heads to your shared suite to freshen up. He would have preferred a privatized apartment in the middle of Csâaplar like he used to own, but Patriarch Thurfian formerly forbade you to freely roam around the Capital of the Chiss, locking you down the family Manor. Thrawn did not hesitate a second and moved back into the Manor he used to avoid like the plague, full of politicians and syndics of all sorts. He would not let you all alone before the snakes.Â
Patriarch Thurfian did not appreciate that move either but kept his thoughts to himself.Â
Thrawn enters your suite and immediately goes to the bathroom to clean himself of his long day. When he reappears before the foggy mirror, he cannot help but tilt his head in several angles, admiring his new gray hair.Â
What dignified look they give him, what presence he exudes now! Each time you go out just the two of you you have fun pointing him at how many women turn back to admire him walking away and how many jealous gazes he earns from the men.Â
He doesnât let that go to his head, but it amuses you tremendously so he lets you have your fun.Â
He brushes the outline of the grey strands... He indeed gained some more for his baby boy.Â
âYes, Châacah. Your precious grey hair are still there, do not worry!â You yawn.Â
He spins his head towards the bathroomâs open door. You must have finished your shift while he was in the shower. You sniff, taking off one boot and your red jacket as you sit on the bed.Â
He details your body, checking you out while he combs his new prestigious hair.Â
By the Warrior, you are so beautiful! You complained several times that the pregnancies had effects on your body that you did not really appreciate but he just... cannot see what you see.Â
You are the epitome of beauty in his eyes and those three pregnancies only make you shine brighter in his chiss eyes.Â
âWhat?â You ask, tired.Â
He verifies the knot of the towel around his waist and enters the master bedroom.Â
âNothing. I was just admiring you.â He confesses.Â
You snigger.Â
âYeah, I donât think there is still a lot to admire after an 11-hour shift.â You gasp, making your spine pop after a hard day of work.Â
âOn the contrary, that hard-working attitude of yours only makes you more beautiful and worthy of admiration.âÂ
You snigger harder.Â
âWeâll say that, don Juan.â You kick your second boots off your foot, âI hope I still have warm water!âÂ
He contemplates you up and down as you slowly undress like he isnât even here. You simply undress to take a shower, not trying to impress or seduce anyone, but holy warrior he can feel his blood fleeing to his virile member under the thin towel.Â
He deeply inhales as you take off your velvety top and get rid of the red pants. Youâre slightly softer around the waist than when you met, courtesy of the pregnancies, but he would lie if he said it did not make him hard like wood. Â
That body that birthed his children, his legacy, the most precious being in the universe... It deserves nothing less but neverending love and attention from him. Â
He lowly hisses, feeling his powerful muscles starting to roll under his thick chiss skin in anticipation as he details your breast lifted in your bra and the roundness of your ass. Â
You approach to kiss his cheek and walk past him for your shower but he immediately grabs your hips, keeping you here. He dives his nose into the crook of your neck to deeply inhale your sweaty musk, making him salivate.Â
âMy shower!â You giggle, trying to detach him gently.Â
But he digs his fingers in the flesh of your hips, keeping you trapped as he gets high off your scent.Â
You smell so good! His sensitive Chiss nose is titillated by so many pheromones, but some are way more interesting than others.Â
You are ready.Â
Ready to bear another child, to give birth to another chiss baby.Â
He refrains a growl from escaping his throat as he licks your skin, tasting your hormones on his tongue.Â
Youâre making his head spin so dangerously, sensual temptress! And most probably other Chiss menâs heads too, parading yourself like that!Â
âThrawn, I just want to-AH!â You yelp as he captures your legs to carry you bridal style to the bed.Â
He gently lays you down on the mattress, following you as he kisses your pretty neck with delight.Â
That scent... Â
Oh that scent... Â
That marvelous scent!Â
His blood is boiling in his veins as his member gets hard just thinking about another heir. Another baby of you both, your baby...Â
He waited 3 years for Thegusa and 1 year for your baby boy...Â
He doesnât have the patience to wait another month for you to become pregnant again! Â
He wants to breed you again right now! See you round and heavy with another one of his children! Tasting your pretty pussy all puffy and swollen with the pregnancy! Taking care of you in all matters of things! Seeing your delectable tummy getting round as you glow so hard you blind everyone in the Manor, him first!Â
He salivates at that simple thought and starts humping your clothed pussy with his hard and warm shaft, so tensed it is painful.Â
âNo shower for you.â He decides arbitrarily, âStay in bed with me.â He offers, kissing his way up to your face.Â
âThrawn...â You gasp as he grabs one of your boobs to knead it while he licks your cheek tenderly.Â
âI want another child, Châacah, give me another baby. I beg of you...â He deeply growls as he captures your mouth for a passionate kiss that he knows makes your head spin so much.Â
âI-Thrawn! I just...â You just manage to say between his kisses.Â
He enters your mouth with his tongue as he feels your lips swelling up against his. He robs you of your air until he feels you panting in the kiss. Only then does he deign part from your delicious mouth.Â
You gasp, taking a big breath.Â
âThrawn... I just gave birth, be reasonable.âÂ
âNo. I do not have to. Not when so much more of our children should roam the universe!â He counters, licking the tip of your nose.Â
âThrawn... I gave you three already. It is plenty..âÂ
He lowers himself, kissing your clavicle as he pushes your bra out of his way to take your boob in his mouth.Â
âMmmmmmmmmmh... No. Chiss families are full and so many babies are birthed each year. I have to accomplish my duties and offer a lot of children to the Ascendancy. I want you full of my semen, please Châacah... Youâre the only one for me, you are my châacah...âÂ
He sucks hard on the nipples, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue crosses the nervous bud, lathering it with his saliva and letting roll down the hill of your boob. He makes a real mess, soaking you in his drool like a famished carnivore who just found a juicy piece of meat.Â
You are always so delicious to devour, to lick, and to savor. He cannot get enough of you, you are his oxygen, the only one able to reduce him in a primal, feral state, humping the covers in a desperate chase of friction.Â
He would crawl before you with a leash at his neck if you promised him access to your body each time he craved it like poison.Â
Your sexual pheromones make his head dangerously spin and your little gasps and whines just titillates his breeding instincts harder. He humps your pussy hard, the remnants of water drops rolling on his skin making him shine under the light.Â
But by far, this is his eyes the biggest hint of his despair. They shine so bright his black pupils simply disappear under the red light, and they caress your exposed skin with a delightful red shade.Â
He cannot take it anymore and bites down your nipple, making you yelp. He wants to see your tummy bloated, his virile seed oozing out of your swollen quivering pussy. He just purchased a new plug, perfect for your sensitive human skin. He wants to take you languorously until you pass out in his arms and give you so much you already look 4 months pregnant, he wants to rut into you until you scream his name for all the Mitth Manor to hear, for all those males to know whoâs wife you are.Â
They already know, your marriage was not especially a secret after you gave birth to a blue-skinned, red-eyed baby, but a little reminder is always welcomed. He sees how they turn their heads toward you, that hunger in their Chiss eyes, a mix of disgust and deranged curiosity to taste exoticism once in their life when they get a whiff of your human pheromones.Â
Humansâ pheromones are less easily concealable than Chissâ and you fill entire rooms with yours, titillating Chissâ sensitive noses, letting them all know that you are fertile. Thrawn already had to shut down some of his compatriots who were ogling you a bit too much to his taste.Â
Contrary to all of them, he has the privilege to enter the same sheets as you and take care of your oh-so-fragile human body...Â
Oh, how he loves those jealous burning gazes on him when you are pregnant, they would die before admitting they want to try what you offer, but their gazes do not lie to him, they are so deeply jealous. But he is the one coming home to you when evening comes.Â
To the adorable little alien making everyoneâs head spin.Â
He ostensibly sucks two of his fingers, looking right into your eyes and he pushes them past the hem of your panties, circling your little clit while he resumes his work on your nipples. You mewl, defenseless as he toys with you like he knows you adore, giving your delicate pearl all the attention it needs to awaken your desire.Â
But not enough to make you cum! This is a job for his mouth and cock, right now you need to savor all the sensations!Â
âSay yes, Châeo Châacah, bless me again. I will spoil you rotten. This universe needs more of you, of us...âÂ
âI... I...â You pant, your beautiful face red in his infrared vision.Â
He flicks your bundle of nerve several times, making you shudder dramatically, prompting you to close your legs in a desperate attempt to stop him, only caging his hand on your sweet pussy.Â
He grins as he rises to bite down your lower lips.Â
âCome on... You know how important it is for me, Châacah. We discussed it before. Admire my hair, our offspring are destined for grandeur, they are destined to save the Ascendancy with me. They are the heroes everyone awaited for! You cannot deprive the population of their rays of hope.âÂ
He accelerates his ministrations when you open your mouth, tempting you with another kiss as he lets his lips hover over yours with a satisfied smirk. You grab his torturous hand playing with your pearl to stop him but you are already too weak under his touch and just manage to hold onto him, your grip trembling around his wrist.Â
âOnly you can have my children. Only you can drive me insane with lust and love. Donât you want another baby? Another little one to brighten your days? I know you want more, you cannot lie to your husband, not to me...â He furiously brushes your clit making you arch your back against his broad chest, your mouth forced agape to plead mercy.Â
But Thrawn has no mercy on this subject...Â
âYou only have one word to say and I will be all yours, Châacah. My entire Chiss body will be at your entire disposal. My entire focus just on you...âÂ
He lets out a satisfied growl as your face gets bright red at his word, like your core between your legs, shining with shimmery red. He lets his lips soar right above yours and just as youâre about to kiss him, he lowers down, escaping your desperate lips, kissing his way down your breast to your stomach.Â
He stops, looming over your venus mound, right where your womb hides from his eyes and he presses his lips on the soft flesh, fondling it lovingly, delighting himself in this gem of nature. He gives it a long lap with the flat of his tongue and goes down again, right between your thighs.Â
He hooks the side of your panties and pulls them off his way to discover your delicate pussy. He trails the slit with just the tip of his finger making you tremble irrepressibly. He notes delighted that you started to get wet and your slick now coat his finger. He raises it to observe the glistening substance with hungry attention and licks it clean, looking dead serious into your febrile gaze with a loud moan of satisfaction.Â
âDelicious, as always, my sweet. You always make for the sweetest treat I have to refrain myself to not eat you out each morning for breakfast.â He licks his finger clean sticking his tongue out, full of promise.Â
You huff.Â
âWe eat breakfast in the communal room!âÂ
âDid I stutter? I could eat you out with an audience. It would be my utmost privilege.â He lets ring in the Master bedroom.Â
You gulp as he places himself between your thighs with a playfully dark grin. He dives his nose into your pubes, deeply inhaling our sexual musk.Â
Oh for warriorâs sake... He needs to pounce now! To bury himself in your pussy, to make you scream his name and spurt his load deep inside your womb... To breed your sweet body again. You are just so beautiful with the pregnant glow, he feels the need to be chained just to keep his hands off of you. He should think about purchasing new cuffs for you to chain him again after he broke the formers into pieces.Â
All your sexual pheromones hit him like a ton of bricks, making him so deliciously dizzy. He lets out a deep growl of satisfaction and takes a big sloppy lap at your pussylips with the flat of his tongue. He licks your folds nice and well, teasing your sensitive sex with the promise of so much more.Â
You yap and your thigh muscles contract in response. You quickly close them by reflex, imprisoning him against your pussy as he loves so much. His hands slide in between and spread your thighs open for more comfort.Â
One day he will let them cage him and suffocate him until he is fully satisfied or when he finally passes out of lack of air. That would be a lot of fun!Â
But that will be for another delicious evening, maybe to celebrate your new pregnancy. He will lick you until you cry real tears of overstimulation.Â
He trails your slit expertly with the tip of his tongue up and down, coating his tongue with your slick, feeling it starting to drip out of you. He presses his lips on your pussy and sucks it and drinks it with a loud satisfied growl.Â
Thatâs the kind of drink he love, so much better than any cocktails!Â
He spread your pussy lips open and laves at your hidden flesh with glee as your shake with pleasure under his care, mewling and gasping like a good girl.Â
He loves those evenings between your luscious thighs. Sometimes when he lacks inspiration or ideas he just grabs you and opens your legs wide on his desk and eats you out until his motivation comes back, licking his lips with satisfaction.Â
You generally walk out with wobbly legs and your slick rolling down your skin. It works very well! He usually has a fresh new mind after those delicious sessions and his problems arenât that big of a pain in the end.Â
âThrawn...!â You gasp trembling, your hand gripping his wet hair.Â
He purrs loudly as he takes your clit in his mouth and proceeds to suck it like a lollipop. He flicks it, wipes it, and drums it, glides it and twists it between his lips, savors it like a treat.Â
He feels your sweat rolling on your thighs and your slick beading off his jaws, getting drunk out of it.Â
You gasp and moan, your body undulating under your husbandâs attention. All your blood flees to your southern mouth, fluffing up your inner muscles like pillows while you open your mouth wide in a silent plea for him to slow done.Â
But Thrawn doesnât slow down, he is getting high off your body and will not let you escape him.Â
You lower your gaze to see him, eyes closed shut, focusing so hard on your taste as he laps your pearl like he is on the verge of dying of thirst, while his hips hump the thick cover of your wedding bed, desperate for some friction.Â
You slam your head back into the pillows as he flicks your nervous bud at high speed, sending shockwaves of pleasure into your tight cunt, your eyes rolling inside your skull. Your hand rolls into a fist around his disheveled hair as he grabs your flesh by the handful, locking your hips to his desperate mouthÂ
He gently bites down your clit, making you yelp in return. He sniggers and kisses it tenderly as to say sorry.Â
He circles your pearl and crosses it with his tongue, licking it up and down, making you wetter and wetter as you hold on to him for dear life, your other hand threatening to tear the cotton of your mattress.Â
He darts his tip and harasses your precious little nub like he would harass an enemyâs ship, never leaving you time to recover and recompose yourself. Â
He deeply sighs as he feels you creaming on his tongue and gives a last, fateful brush at your palpitating clit.Â
And you come undone in his mouth.Â
You scream Thrawnâs name, your back arching impressively under the sheer tension of your orgasm, pressing his head against your pulsating core, making you both see stars. All your muscles contract under the pressure before relaxing, squirting in his mouth.Â
You fall down, all strength evading you with an âoofâ, releasing his hair, letting your hand fall down on the mattress while you pant, all sweaty and goosebumps all over.Â
He kisses your pussy lips a final time with a loud purr before rising on his hands, licking his lips as he looks at you, shaking under him.Â
âThank you very much, Châacah. Flavorful and refined as always.â He wipes his jaw with his thumb before sucking it clean, âDid I make my point? Should I give you more arguments?âÂ
You raise your trembling hand to him, panting, before letting it fall, fatigued. He grabs it and intertwines your fingers together, looming over you with a stern expression but sparkling, mischievous eyes.Â
You open your mouth to speak, only for a gap to escape you instead.Â
âI am all ears, Châacah.â He purrs, getting rid of his towel to finally meet your skin with his.Â
You shiver as you feel his tip poking your sensitive pussy as he undulates his body on yours. He lets his face soar over yours, taunting you with his lips, promising a kiss that he keeps denying you.Â
âThr... Thrawn...â You gulp.Â
âYes? Tell me, Châacah. I am hanging out of your words.â He darkly grins, brushing your nose tips together.Â
âPlease... Please...âÂ
âPlease what? What do you want? I cannot read minds.âÂ
âPlease... Make love to me, take me....â You beg, digging your nails into his back, trying to press him against you but he remains looming, taking support on his hands.Â
âCan I make you a new baby? Take you raw and breed you until you cry your pleasure in my hands?â He asks with his rich velvety voice. âCan I, my sweet...?âÂ
âO...Okay...â You back down, giving him what he craved.Â
His purr lowers a few octaves and his first order of business is to give you that kiss he kept from you. He presses your lips together, embracing them deep and long, meeting your tongue with a growl of satisfaction, like a carnivore.Â
He parts from you, a string of saliva liking your two mouths. He breaks it with his tongue and a snigger and sits on his ankles between your legs, parts your thighs wide open, and aligns himself with you.Â
You feel him probing your entrance with his fat tip, coating it with your essence, holding his length he draws sweets circles with his tip, lathering your pussylips with his precum until you feel him press against your quivering hole and entering at last.Â
You gulp, all air escaping you as his girth spreads your inner muscles open, stretching them to their maximum. Â
âBreath, sweetheart. You always make it fit...â He encourages gently, his powerful abs rolling under his skin as your inner warmth caresses and squeezes him so deliciously.Â
He throws his head back at all the sensations you are giving him while you cry out each time one of his ridges grazes your G spot.Â
âWarrior...â He breathes out, his eyes coming back on your form as he keeps pushing deeper, âSo much...âÂ
He draws sweet circles on your hips with his thumb as he keeps pushing, splitting you in two with his girth and length.Â
Like he always does.Â
You grab his two wrists and dig your nails in his thick Chiss skin as you grit your teeth, trying to not break under the pressure.Â
âThere... Here we go, my sweet. All is inside...â He praises with a chuckle as you finally feel his hips pressed against your rear.Â
You pant heavily as he lets you time to catch your breath, but you can feel his cock twitching with impatience inside of you. You gulp, inadvertently contracting your muscles around him.Â
âCareful.â He grins deviously, âIf you donât want me to pound you right away, you better not repeat that...âÂ
âTha-thatâs not voluntary...â You defend yourself, trying hard to remain sane.Â
âWas it? You know how to play with my body so well...â He circles his hips voluptuously, making you bite your lips with a yap, âMaybe you are secretly trying to push me to my ultimate limits...â He whispers lowly with his deep voice.Â
You sigh, licking your lower lips as you slowly relax. Thrawn hums appreicatively.Â
âThere, I feel you relaxing all around me. Breathe deep, I will help you.â And he resumes his grazing of your clit making you yelp, âWelcome it deep in your flesh, Châacah. I cannot wait...âÂ
To make himself wait he keeps drawing circles with his hips while you mewl under his caresses.Â
âSo beautiful... That bulge inside your pussy is truly magnificent, I love admiring it each time I enter your tight cunt... This is such a sight, Châacah.âÂ
âAh...! Mo-move...Please!â You start begging, trying to undulate your hips against his.Â
But his cock is like an anchor, keeping you still and stuck under him.Â
ââPatience Châacah, a little bit more or I am afraid it is going to hurt you.ââ He tempers, but accelerates his caresses on your clit sending shockwaves in your pussy.Â
You feel your saliva rolling down your jaw as your clit palpitate under the pads of his careful fingers.Â
He always takes such good care of youâŚÂ
ââI feel your pussy squeezing my cock so hard⌠I love it so much.ââ He praises, rubbing your pearl at high speed, ââI think this is good now.ââÂ
He grabs your legs and throws them on his shoulders before laying on you, keeping you stuck under his weight in a tight mating press.Â
You gurgle an incoherent sentence as your pussy opens up as he tilts your hips, allowing him to slide even deeper than usual.Â
He starts with shallow thrusts, testing the waters gently, admiring how your muscles stretch and welcoming him deep inside your most secret place, undulating all around him.Â
ââYou give me so much Châacah, the way you strangle my cock is like nothing else⌠Tight human cunt for me to play and breed.ââ He whispers.Â
He accelerates his thrusts steadily, making you see stars as you feel him slip out and ram it back inside like you were just a toy for him, but he always remains careful of your fragile human body, never forgetting the size differences between your two species, no matter how rough he might get.Â
He tenderly kisses all over your face while rutting inside of you like a machine, steady and powerful. He tilts his pelvis in such a way it doesnât hurt when he plows you down, but just cuts your breath each time he pushes his entire length inside.Â
You open your mouth wide to breathe and he takes the opportunity to clasp his lips on yours, languorously kissing you like he knows you love, making your head spin so easily itâs ridicule. The rocking of his hips is so powerful you almost bite down his tongue several times in your confusion.Â
You gasp, feeling his tongue dancing and embracing yours like a sensual tango, while he sighs of satisfaction in the kiss. He parts from you, barely shaken up while you pant again. Truly, a human is no match for a Chissâ stamina as he loves to remind you each time you enter his warm embrace.Â
He usually remains awake, hugging your form while you fall asleep, exhausted by such activities, cradling you tenderly while kissing your temples while you cockwarm him nicely.Â
âMmmmmmmmmh... Your little body is such a delight to me, châeo Châacah. I do not know what I would do without it, truly. You hold me in a chokehold, you could kill me anytime you so desire I would not be able to fight back under such bliss...â He brushes your nose tips, licking your lips with a guttural purr, praising you for all the pleasure you give him.Â
You are way too fucked up to understand a single of his sentence, the only things your brain still register is the increasing pleasure pumping up in your veins at each of his deep thrusts. You feel your inner muscles do their best to allow him to move, but it is always a miracle with his size.Â
âOh, you drool all over yourself, my sweet... Is that my doing? Do I give you that much? Good, I do not intend to stop.â He declares like a sentence â And what if I do this?âÂ
His hand slides between your two sweaty bodies, reveling in the softness of your skin until he reaches your clit and grazes it.Â
âWhat a reaction, my treasure. I barely touched your sweet pearl and you clenched so hard around me...â He purrs, peppering soft kisses on your lips.Â
He starts massaging your clit seriously, making you yap and moan in hopelessness, eyes closed to survive the pleasure you are receiving. You gulp, feeling his knot swelling up and hitting your entrance as he rolls his hips at a hungry pace.Â
You cannot do anything under his massive body, you are completely stuck at the entire mercy of your husbandâs will.Â
But he wants nothing more than your love and pleasure, he dedicates his entire energy and will, serving at your feet with beatitude, kissing them reverently before looking into your eyes with so much love you wonder how it is even possible.Â
But it is true, you are his personÂ
Thrawnâs personÂ
His intended, his promisedÂ
You circle his shoulders to hug him tight, digging your nails into his shoulder blades and making him throw his head back in ecstasy.Â
Your pussy furiously convulses around his thick shaft as he keeps brushing and twisting your clit like a master, making you helpless and useless between his hands. You gasp as he undulates his hips so deliciously that you see real stars exploding behind your eyelids, his ridges grazing and titillating your G spot with such ease.Â
âYou shake so much, Châacah. Do not worry about anything, you are safe in my arms, I will never leave you alone. Châeo Châacah, Châeo Châacicoh, ch'eo bsetah rcati... Let me take care of everything, I will protect and devote myself to you and our children till my death...â He begs out loud, ramming into you like a desperate animal.Â
He buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing it urgently as you could break in his hands, his free arm sliding under your back to hold you so tight your ribcages complain.Â
âLet me breed you, Châeo Châacah. Letâs have a new baby, a little one for the two of us. Bless me again and illuminate my days brighter! Let me make you a new baby, my sweet! Oh, I beg of you... Give me one more to save our worlds.â Thrawn pleads, plunging inside of you with abandon.Â
Your pussy spasms and quivers around his cock and with a fatal twist of your clit, you cum hard.Â
Your body arches and your toes roll, you open your mouth wide to scream the name of your husband for all to hear, bright fireworks behind your eyelids blinding you. All your muscles contract as one and you feel your cunt clench tight around Thrawnâs shaft, trying to retain him inside.Â
Thrawn hips thrusts become erratics and he pushes a final time all the way in, gasping as your tight pussy swallows his swollen knot, plugging your cunt shut as he cums inside of you, your pussy kneading his entire length to milk him for all his worth. Â
Thrawn cums with a growl ending up in a long sigh, pressing his forehead in the crook of your neck, his hand caressing your cheek so tenderly while he takes back his breath, his warm respiration blowing on the goosebumps of your sweaty skin.Â
You wince as he relaxes on top of you, weighing down on your legs and ribcage painfully. He immediately notices and raises back to relieve your tensed body; allowing your legs to lay down the mattress at last. He lays back down on top of you, nudging his nose in your neck while you feel his pulse palpitating in his knot inside of you.Â
âChâeo Châacah...â He whispers, grazing your cheek and jaw with just the tip of his fingers like he would brush a petal, âCh'ah ch'acah vah cseo ch'otcah bi...âÂ
Your chest rises up and down rhythmically against his large pecs, you gently caress his shoulder blades, drawing sweet circles on his thick blue skin. You open your eyes to look at him, discovering your husband with a stern expression but devouring your face with sparkling eyes. He lowers to your level to softly capture your lips.Â
You respond with a sigh.Â
âI guess I earned my shower now?â You demand with a tired chuckle.Â
He considers you with a hum before sneaking his two arms under your back to lift you up from the mattress. Â
You yelp, still knotted. You circle his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arms, hanging onto your husband for dear life.Â
He leaves the bed and carries you to the bathroom, to sit on the edge of the tub and turns on the warm water, letting it fill the tub slowly. He expertly spins on the edge to enter and sits down his ankles in the water, knot still swollen inside of you.Â
âHow about a nice bath where you do absolutely nothing while I keep rutting into you?â He kisses your temple with a purr, âYou deserve some sweet lovemaking and attention after that shift. Let me take care of everything, Châacah, that would be my pleasure...â He tenderly caresses your back, purring loudly.Â
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Steb comes home after a long day and the two of you take a nice soak in the tub.
a/n: I don't recall buying the ticket but I hopped on the Steb train real fast - anyway, here we are. smut. +18 only. about 2.9k words.
After being on shift all day, Steb enters your home and walks toward you, peeling off his beret and setting it down on the counter. His duffle bag slides off his shoulders and plops unceremoniously to the floor, and just like always, he greets you with a kiss while wrapped in his arms.
âI've filled the tub.â You tilt your head to the side, and he hums in acknowledgement. One of Stebâs favorite ways to decompress after a shift is to take a nice soak, to sit relaxed while temperate waters work to rehydrate and regulate himself. His appreciation is displayed with how his features soften at the sight of you, the longer, drawn-out and thoughtful hum he emits.
âHungry?â you ask sweetly enough, your hands delicately running from his exposed neck down the thick uniform fabric and metal accents covering his arms. Your hands find his gloved ones, intertwining your fingers. You feel him start to melt into it. âI can start on dinner while you soak for a bit. Recharge.â
You go to pull away, but Stebâs fingers tighten around yours. You raise a curious brow, but your impending inquiry dies on your tongue once you register the look in his icy eyes followed by the subtle nudge of his head toward the direction of the bathroom.Â
Join me.Â
A knowing smile forms on his lips upon your wordless understanding. You peck him on the lips, and squeeze his hand tighter.Â
Steb guides you into the bathroom. The two of you begin to shed each other of your clothing, working at buttons and fastenings, peeling off a layer at a time. As more layers are removed until he's standing bare in front of you, you shamelessly ogle at him. The sight of his body never fails to make your heart skip a beat. Fins and wispy frills protrude from the blue-green hues that color his skin. Stripes of darker shades stretch from his brows and disappear beneath thick, slicked back hair of a heavier shade of teal; the same patterns crawl down the back of his neck, his thighs and abdomen, while symmetrical blotches of scales pepper the planes of his biceps and down his forearms.
You trace a finger along his lithe abdomen, the thinnest sheen of film barely collecting underneath your nail. Your palm rests between his pectorals and Stebâs chest vibrates at your touch, the short, fanned frills above his cheekbones flickering rhythmically.
You pause to dip your hand in the water, gauging its temperature. It's still pleasantly warm, not too overbearing for Steb.Â
âLong day?â
His ears flicker backward and his eyelids blink slowly as he gazes at you, offering a telling dip of his head and twist of his lips. You can feel just how dry his skin is compared to normal, but along with that, the invisible yet imposing weight sits on his shoulders, bending his spine in an almost slumped way, contrast to his usual well-kept posture. Steb works so hard, cares so hard, and even though the war ended, things are still taking a toll on him.Â
Reassuring him with a smile, you cup his chin and run the pad of your thumb just below his pout, playfully pulling down his bottom lip. âLetâs get you into the tub, handsome.â
Stebâs eyes light up at the praise, then his pupils darken among the sea of glacier blue just as quickly. You take his hand and walk with him to the edge of the elongated basin, and being the gentleman that he is, Steb guides you into the water first. You scoot away from the wall of it, leaving room as he takes his place behind you. His long legs stretch out as much as they can on either side of youâleaving just a slight bend in his kneesâhis hands pulling at your shoulders to urge you backward. Your head rests against his shoulder, your nose inhaling his natural scent of what you always describe to him as the earthy undertones of lush vegetation growing along a riverbank.
âBetter?â you ask him with a tilt of your head upward to see his face. Steb looks down at you with a content, calming gaze, and you get lost in the subtle ombre of orange and pink that colors his external eyelids and the contours of his nasal bridge. He clocks your lingering stare, and huffs a chuckle.Â
Your hands find themselves running up and down his thighs, pushing into the muscles to ease some tension. The massage elicits a low dragging hum, and you continue, pressing yourself even further back into him to reach higher up near his hips.
Steb wants to return the favor. He always does.
His skilled, precise hands work at your shoulders just before they curve up to your neck, kneading your muscles with the right amount of pressure to make you reciprocate with a similar sound of your own. Medically trained, Steb knows exactly what spots to hit and how hard to hit them.
âThat feels so good.â
He hums, and then his hands are moving again â palms now cupping your breasts. Nimble fingers swipe across your pebbled nipples and an unmistakable heat rushes to your core. As he's touching you, you donât miss the awakening twitch of his cock against your lower back, the feel of the bulbous head curiously poking at you. You bite your lip, looking up to see his reaction; a contrasting rosy tint has since grown across his cheeks and his lips have parted ever so slightly.Â
You scoot up just a tad so you can twist your body to face him at an angle, just enough to where you can slide your hand down his tensing abdomen below the water line to grasp at his hardening cock. Always cautious at first with his sensitivity, you watch as the short, delicate frills lining the underside flicker with your touch through the ripples of the water. Steb releases a soft groan from deep in his throat when you close your hand around him and give a few experimental pumps, relishing the way he feels within your palm. When you start to grip a little harder and move a little quicker, his head falls back against the edge of the tub with a comical âthudâ, and the both of you let out a simultaneous huff of laughter.Â
Once he's throbbing and starting to pant, Steb pauses your ministrations with a gentle grasp of your wrist, his eyes signaling what he really wants with a devastatingly soft yet lustful stare. His thumb absently traces the skin on your wrist.
âIs this what you're needing, handsome?â
Normally this look in his eyesâdetermined with a haze of lustâsays enough, but his lips find your ear, the plush of them parting.
âNeed you.â
His voice, slightly raspy with what could be explained as disuse or desireâor a pleasant blend of bothânever fails to thrill you in the most inexplicable ways. You savor hearing that rich, velvety sound of him formulating his thoughts into words, rare as it may be.
âHave me, Steb. I'm yours.â
You fully turn around to meet him face to face, with his blissfully lustful gaze watching your every move: When you allow him the space to adjust so you're straddling his thighs, and when you take his cock in your hand as you lift yourself with the help of your other hand on his shoulder. He always wants to watch your face as he enters you; it's a high that strokes his kempt ego, knowing he's the one to get you to make those pretty expressions and devastatingly sexy sounds.
Pumping his cock slowly with his natural lubrication sliding under your palm, you recall the time when you'd found out just how heightened Steb's senses can become when he's operating in wetter conditions, whether it's being on shift in the rainfall on an overcast day, or taking a quick reset in the shower. Sharper hearing, crisper eyesight. The way his body reacted to physical touch within this very tub now has a debauched idea popping into your mind. You're intrigued. How much better would sex be for him in water?
Since youâve been paused in thought, a question mark etches its way onto his expression. Adorable, you mentally note. A sultry smirk pulls at your lips. His cock still in your hand, swollen and leaking from just above the water line, you tease the darkened head with a swipe of your finger along the slit. Steb shivers.
âHow long was it that you could stay underwater?â
Eyes blowing wide, he nods eagerly. Adorable, again. If there ever was an inkling of apprehension on his end, itâs unabashedly tossed to the wind. Steb understands exactly what youâre suggesting, and hastily moves toward the center of the tub. He immerses himself into the water, his knees bent behind you. All of the gills on his upper body submerged, you finally lower yourself onto his cock and moan at how he totally fills you. It takes a moment or two, but once you get accustomed to the feeling of him inside of you again, you start to ride him in earnest. You rest your hands on his chest, using his sturdy body to keep up your momentum and effectively keeping him pinned to the bottom of the tub. His crystal eyes are piercing through the rippling water, carefully watching your expressions as you use his body to keep yourself moving, the water softly splashing around you and threatening to spill over the edge.Â
Briefly slowing your motions, you remove a palm from his chest to delicately grasp at his chin, a tender gesture that the both of you know well.Â
Is this okay?Â
Steb takes his hand and encircles your wrist with those deft fingers, bringing it up to rest just above the gills on his jawline and nuzzles into your palm. Tiny air bubbles pop silently on the surface. His eyelids briefly shut.Â
Iâm fine â feels so good like this â keep going.
He releases your hand then, instead running his own up and down your thighs. You keep your eyes on him as you focus on your angle, aiming to hit that spot that makes you see stars. Steb is beautiful already, but something about the way he looks under the water â skin glistening with an almost luminescent quality, his frills and hair flowing freely, the mesmerizing way his gills pulsate with breaths â you're fixated.
His freshly-hydrated skin feels all the more smooth against your own, but slippery as well. You start to struggle with keeping yourself perfectly balanced, and when you meet his groin on every downward thrust, you begin gyrating from side to side. Sensing the struggle, Steb taps your wrist and you allow him to emerge from the bottom, water sloshing messily and actually pouring over the edge of the tub. While his head turns to the side to assess the mess, droplets of water trickle tantalizingly down the cords of his neck and chest until they rejoin the source at the waterline at his abdomen.
âWas that okay?â
He looks back at you. Nodding, Stebâs eyes crinkle with a smile. His cock still blissfully impaling you, you're pulled flush against him. Strong arms wrap around you, holding you close. The throbbing deep inside your cunt has you wiggling impatiently, earning you a coy chuckle punctuated by him recapturing your lips for a deep kiss.
He grunts against your lips at that.
âNeedy,â he notes, a playful smile curving his own. Before you can protest, Steb jerks his hips, and soon he's moving his body with yours in a crazed dance. His hands run up and down your back, pausing every so often to hold you impossibly closer as you rock into one another, the feeling of his rough fingertips surely leaving imprints in your skin.Â
The weight of his breathsâones that carry whispers of pleasureâtumble down your throat. Your fingers move to brush back his dampened hair, nails scratching his scalp. Every little touch you grace him with, pulls hurt noises and whimpers within the confines of his throat, and you want to hear them over and over again â intoxicated. Leaving his scalp, your fingers continue along the base of his skull, ghosting above the short fins that start to protrude there, and then you move down his neck and back, careful to not roughly scratch the ones that line the length of his spine. The almost liquidy, viscous groan that Steb lets out in response makes you clench around his cock, and just like that, you feel him throb deep inside of you with his release, panting heavily, his body twitching within your arms in the aftermath.Â
Steb holds you for a moment longer before untangling his slippery limbs from yours. It takes only seconds for him to scoot you back against the opposite wall of the tub, part your thighs, and easily slip two fingers into your cunt. It isnât long before he curls them, thrusting his long digits rapidly and determined.Â
Your hand smacks against the lip of the tub, and the other quickly darts to grab at his hair.
âSh-Shit â StebâŚâ
A cocky smirk and a grunt to match â ears twitching. He feels inebriated when you speak his name in such a way, and it gives him the extra push to work quicker, harder, until youâre a blubbering mess. The water splashes around where his wrist continuously plunges with his motions. The corded muscles in his forearm bulge with exertion. Youâre weightless sitting in this tub but every muscle is tense and every nerve feels like a fraying thread. You watch, transfixed, on how his fingers draw in and out of your cunt beneath the water line until you canât. Itâs too much but oddly not even close to being enough. You want to reach that peak. Itâs close â youâre close. Your head lulls with the rush of blood and adrenaline, tipping backward.
Steb wonât have that, though.
Suddenly he pulls his fingers from you and out from the water, instead grasping your chin to angle your head back upright. The look in his eyes has a slight bite but lacks any venom â yet youâre instantly sobered all the same. Thereâs a slight flutter in your core at this side of him. Sometimes even your quiet, caring, selfless Steb can take charge.
Your chin is released once your undivided attention is back on him. The shape of a V made with his index and middle fingers taps once, twice just below his eyes, and the frills on his face flutter in time. The wordless command is one you understand implicitly.Â
Eyes on me.
You nod, loyal, eager to revisit where your body was heading before. âPlease.â
A softer haze fills the look in his eyes then, satisfied with your compliance as much as it is charming. Even after taking you like this, claiming you with fervor, Steb is still the sweet, gentle man youâve grown extremely fond of. Your pride swells knowing that youâre the only one to see him, to understand him in ways far beyond what meets the eye. Gratitude swells in your chest. You want to kiss him.
The moment is over when his fingers stuff back into your cunt.
The same devastating pace at which he finger fucks you quickly brings you back to where you wanted to be, just moments before finally tipping over. Only now, youâre looking right at his face, at the way his frills flutter and how his ears involuntarily twitch in response to every sound you make as he focuses solely on the way youâre feeling. His warm yet icy eyes are glued to your own, and somehow meeting them is more lethal than you can anticipate.Â
âIâm closeââ
Steb leans toward you. You think heâs going to kiss you, to tangle his tongue with yours in an intimate gesture that is like a soothing balm through it all, butâ
âCome.â
You were wrong: Hearing Stebâs gruff voice tell youâno, command youâwas the most lethal weapon that sent white-hot pleasure searing through every fiber of your being, not just tipping you but launching you over the edge, sending you soaring through your climax. A high-pitched whine tears itself from your throat, pruned toes curling with it. Steb does lean in to kiss you then, doing exactly what you had thought he was going to do before, only moments later. His fingers move slower as you writhe and clench around them. You continuously hum into him, an evident smile shaping his lips.
Everything after that is a blur. At some point, Steb guided you out of the tub, carefully, because the water that had spilt on the floor had been clocked as a safety hazard, somewhere in the throes of it all. You were wrapped in a towel, Steb on his knees as he dried you off with reverence â then carried to bed, clothed with an extra undershirt of his and buried beneath a blanket right beside him.Â
Steb adjusts and turns to face you. He runs the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip.Â
âBeautiful,â he murmurs, his voice barely audible but you know the shape of the word well.
There are no downsides to falling asleep with Savage inside you except the mess⌠and letâs be honest, thatâs the maidâs problem. Not yours.Â
Pairing: Savage Opress x Reader (GN, no y/n)
Rating: Explicit
CW: Cockwarming, oral (giving), body fluids, size kink, mate marking, penetrative sex (or, when choose your hole is like choose your own adventure)
Some filthy Savage headcanons because the tagâs been a bit too clean as of late.Â
Can you pleazeee do a oneshot where Cad Bane âabductsâ Anakin Skywalkerâs Reader!Padawan (not Ahsoka) and uses her for his own pleasure, before sending Anakin a holovid of the occurrence? All consensual ofc! Because the reader!padawan would be in an established relationship with Bane, despite the code against it and despite his hatred for Jedi.
The gasp I gusped upon reading this. Oh the angst and confusion. Thank you 'nonny for sending this in! You've hit me with a mack truck of inspiration!
Fate's Right Hand
Pairing: Cad Bane x (of age)Padawan!Reader
Warnings: (18+) smut, angst, domestic fluff, day drinking, careless irresponsibility, secret relationship, accidentally sending an explicit message, PinV, face-fucking, oral f receiving, fingering, interspecies relations, creampie, arguments, threats of blackmail
Summary: While on a romantic getaway with Bane from being under the scrutinizing microscope of the Republic, a series of pocket dials amidst a provocative exchange with your husband-to-be transmits a holovid directly to your oblivious superior. Thankfully, the picture is corrupted but the audio remains loud and clear, leading Anakin to the preposterous belief that you are in perilous danger.
Read on ao3 & wattpad - little over 3k words
Masterlist  -  My kofi â¨
The freedom of rolling out of Bane's bed wearing nothing but a sheer slip and satin nighty bathrobe excites you with the liberating sensation of when he was making a home between your legs the night before. However, the question of his absence is answered by rummaging noises, muted thumps and pacing steps through the flat.
"Bane?" You call out to him from down the hall while dragging your feet with your lazy morning strides until you see his breathless, blue stature materialize amidst his almost orderly abode.
At the sound of your voice, he turns around to humbly address you. "Sleepin' beauty ain't supposed to wake up yet."
"How could I stay asleep with you banging around in here?" A mere exaggeration, but there is some truth in the noises that pierced through your dreams.
"Ah... my mistake." He continues with a twang of regret. "Figured what's mine is yours so I took it upon myself to tidy up."
You've been hole up here for a few nights under the cover that you are on a "solo research excursion to refine your meditation tactics" and prefer to be alone. Luckily in doing this, you've unintentionally freed up some much needed one-on-one training for Anakin to occupy himself with Obi-Wan. After being stuck under the ruthless thumb of your educational doctrine, you're dying to decompress via your own methods. "You're doing all that for little 'ole me?"
"I'd do anything for ya, sugar." Bane looks you up and down with his aniridic eyes just brimming with reverence.
"Well..." You start, struck by the fleeting nervousness you feel from his stare. "I gotta wake up. Do you want a drink? Maybe some caf?"
"There any cold lagers left?" He asks, coy smirk flashing his shining rows of ferociously sharp teeth.
"I think there ought to be." You see where he's going with this.
"Are there two?" He insists, implying for you to join him in this uncouth morning ritual of his.
"Bane, I just got out of bed." You limply protest.
"I know, doll. I'm just tryin' to make ya smile." With a man who talks like that, he sure is convincing.
"Let me get you that lager." You depart to his kitchen in pursuit of the alcohol, opening the cooler door to pull one out and then another on second thought and cracking their seals. "Not my usual morning brew, but I haven't anywhere in particular to be today."
"I do love a lady who knows how to keep up." Bane takes a large, gurgling swig of the swill and you mirror his actions, feeling your own emerging burn erupt in your empty stomach. With your differing tolerances, you begin to sense a heavy buzz three quarters of the way through your drink just as Bane polishes his off. The malt flavor coating your tongues beckons to be shared as both bottles are set down in exchange for each other's bodies. Long, calloused hands slide up your clothes and you earn a surprised look from Bane when he finds a blatant lack of underclothes. His low, gratifying hums reverberate in his chest and you love the rattling liveliness. "Wana put your mettle to the test?"
"I was just about to ask you that, old man." You boast halfway on your knees already, descending further.
"I'm 'gon make ya eat far more than them words, darlin." He barters, suave while still thinking he's taking the lead instead of following yours.
"My, my..." You purr at him, undoing his pants in order to suck him off. "Don't mind if I do."
With you ready and willing to give head, Bane darts his serpent-like tongue out when you begin to yank his legs forward and back to close the distance with your mouth until he takes the hint. He just loves to hear you gag and choke on his length so you play up the noises for his pleasure, earning groans and gripes in tandem with his clenching thighs. The ridges taste ever so sinful whilst a viscous buildup of saliva gathers around your mouth. He rocks his hips, jabbing you in the back of your throat with his swollen tip as he threads his hands into your hair, holding you place to succumb to his thrusts.
You gasp off his cock, looking up to him from where you are on your knees with misty eyes. Bane elevates you to standing by your chin as he traces his other hand from your shoulders, massaging circles from your lower back all the way down to your ass. The gradual release of tension in your muscles influences you to diminish your guard to what's to come next. You let out a spry yelp when Bane brings your knee up to rest on his hip, parting your cheeks and sliding a digit inside. He encourages you to raise the other, assuring you by never shying away from the heavy lifting.
With a finger still inside, he picks you up without difficulty and takes you to bed. The displacement you feel has you crying out before you're even plopped onto the cushions. Bane wastes no time in eating you out, suckling on your clit with lavish licks in between. His glaring view as he peers at you from above your mound sends you into enticing throes of rapture when a second digit widens you even more.
Bane surmises that you've had enough of his oral afflictions after a few long moments, moving to tease you in reverse with feral chomps along your inner thighs, up your stomach and breasts, all the way until he's kissing you while rubbing his moistened bulge against your entrance. The residual notes of your unique essence meld with his spittle as he plunges his tongue far past your lips, thoughtfully sharing all components of this exchange with you. "Mmm... You 'bout ready for me, sugar?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Bane takes your admission and methodically keeps his sights set on your contorting face as he swivels his lower torso in order to find his way inside. His slack-jawed expression intensifies with your plush walls surrounding him and you wish to feel his sharp bite on your skin again. The warmth and ease with which he uses to glide in and out causes you to throw your head back, presenting your neck clearly for him to sample. Your shrill cries fill the room and it only drives him to bite down even harder, shoving himself deeper and grunting heavily into your ear.
In a hasty change of position, Bane eases himself out and flips you over onto your hands and knees, imploring that you climb over and make space for him on the bed. Face down with your backside pointing upwards, he slumps his body across your back and plants kisses atop your shoulder blades, alternating from side to side. Preparing to receive him, you spread yourself wide open and Bane impales you abruptly from behind in a lustful jaunt of hearing you squeal.
The springy bounciness of the bed assists you in this dance. With small flexes of your knees, you're able to lift and slam into Bane's core with every thrust. This alluring perspective transitions between looking like he's splitting you in two and being swallowed up by what's between your legs.
Bane pushes through the flourishing ecstasy with an accelerated snappiness. Ripples and thrashing of flesh sends you both into a tizzy on approach to that invaluable summit. You're still riding the invigorating high of Bane's teasing, but the untamed rhythm you're suspended in has you reaching an additional climax. More clamorous moans nearly drown out Bane's lewd snarls until he falters at last, groaning loudly while spilling every last drop of himself directly into you. The flexing and throbbing of his torrid length coupled with the dripping slick down your thighs has you fluttering with pride, but a blaring chime of your comm device cuts your rewarding afterglow short once the deafening vocalizations have died down.
Bane pulls out to let the river of come pour out of you and onto a fresh towel that was resting nearby, cleaning you up with a secondary one. The notifying alerts coming from your device are now impossible to ignore as you fish through the blankets and pillows in search of it. Once found, you notice that Anakin has made countless attempts to get a hold of you; every message beckons the same concern for your well-being and necessity to uncover your whereabouts.
Sobering panic sets in and you interrupt the next session you were about to have with your lover, putting an index finger to your lips in a silent sign for Bane to be quiet. Upon a swift examination of your message logs, you and Bane see what was sent. It was a grainy holo-video of the occasion you shared with him just now. Luckily, the picture was muddled by the sheets and all that remains is this unsettling and fairly suggestive audio. You exchange an 'oh kriff' look with Bane before unmuting the line.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Why are video transmissions disabled?" Anakin inquires frantically.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Some mercenary recognized me as a Jedi... b-but I got away." You respond anxiously, evading his last question.
"I'm tracking your location as we speak. Obi-Wan recognized the man in the audio Cad Bane. I'm not joking when I say you dodged a hell of a blaster bolt. This guy is practically public enemy number one and I can help you bring him in. Be there in five." The transmission ends and you're overwhelmed by dread. You do what you can in a rushed cleanup to make yourself presentable by hurriedly finding a clean set of robes stashed in an overnight bag you keep here and running a comb through your locks, but nothing could prepare you for the mental trials you're sure to face when your master is expected to arrive.
Sensing your agitation, Bane helps convince you of your undeniable ability to make Anakin believe anything. The only fail safe that is sure to let you both off scott free is to try to make up scenario that lands him in the slammer. With his esteemed escape artist skills and your help on the inside, he won't be imprisoned for ever; a humble sacrifice he's willing to do to keep your flame of passion alive.
"Do you remember when we first met?" Bane stalls your train of thought and reminds you of your powers of persuasion. "All them ways you kept your master in the dark, none the wiser? It's 'cause you never let 'em suspect otherwise. Now, look at me." He takes your face in his hands and touches your forehead to his, effectively calming you. "You can do this."
It's clear that he wants to protect what you have. Bane regrets this careless slip-up, but still wishes to preserve your outlawed romance. The expectations and limelight that come with rubbing shoulders with those who seek to eradicate this bounty hunter from existence certainly adds some interesting hurdles in trying to safeguard this companionship.
"C'mon, hit me." Bane suddenly demands.
"What?" The request sounds so odd after performing such a loving act on one another, you couldn't believe it to be true.
"We gotta make it look realistic. Rough me up a bit." Bane curls his fingers over his palms in a 'come hither' motion, pleading with you to play along.
"Bane... I-I can't hit you." You meekly declare, backing away from him as well as recoiling yourself from the thought of inflicting him with injuries.
"Yes you can. Quickly, now. We don't have much time." Bane adds, widening his stance. "Hit me."
You acquiesce, serving a couple hooks to each side of his face initiating a bloom of mauve bruising, finishing him off with a swinging kick to the ribs. He doubles over in agony, breath jutting out of him, spilling groans and chartreuse blood from his mouth. "Attagirl." He spits.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" You voice your hesitation to him loud and clear.
"Darlin', I'll go wherever you wana go, so long as that means I get to tag along." Using a pair of his own binders, Bane lets you restrain him before making your way down to the street level.
"How long is this going to last?" You mutely ask with Anakin at the forefront of your mind now.
"If we're lucky, less than you fear but more than you hope." Bane has a way with words, speaking in brain teasers and labyrinthine motives.
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The plan goes accordingly, but Anakin pokes and prods at your shaky narrative that leads to him striking a sore nerve in regards to you that forces Bane to drop his act.
"So, you said you got away? How?" Anakin questions, openly skeptical.
"He thought he got the drop on me, but I used one of his stun charges against him. That helped me take him down." Your explanation lacks foundation and Anakin ponders on the though of how you could have easily subdued such an infamous suspect.
"What I don't understand is what were you doing in that district. Records indicate that we picked you both up relatively close to his living quarters." Anakin pries further and you're running out of believable excuses.
"Uhh.. my meditation walk just took me there, I guess." You insist.
The belief is slipping and he can definitely sense a disturbance. Anakin roughly grips your bicep and pulls you into a side huddle with even more hushed doubts. "Is that the line you're going with?"
"It's the truth." No it isn't.
"If it's not, you might be looking at his charges, plus a few of your own." Anakin's assertive inflection strikes fear deep in the pit of your gut that erupts an opposing attitude he's not seen in you before that solidifies his stance of suspicion.
"Maker, Anakin! I'm not lying!" Yes you are and he can tell.
"You are well aware of his history! His schemes against the Jedi!" Anakin takes a breath, gritting his teeth in an unsteady struggle to stifle his emotions and lowers his voice even more. "Imagine the controversy if this news were to get out; the destruction of our reputations. I don't think you understand your dilemma."
"There is no dilemma. Not unless you want to start one." You bark in riposte to his allegations.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean? What's in Maker's name has gotten into you? You're my responsibility, and as my padawan, haven't I taught you to do as I say, not as I do?" Anakin challenges back with his usual double standards.
Cad Bane can't handle any more of this bickering and interjects after overhearing your not-so-quiet confrontation. "Well, if by 'your padawan' ya mean my fiancĂŠe, then the only reputation you should be concerned about is your own. Or am I wrong in assuming that only you are exempt from the tried and true rule of no attachments?"
"What is he talking about?" Anakin trades off his attention between you and Bane, but you shrug and pretend you have no idea what he's referring to.
"Oh, don't look so surprised. Word gets 'round fast, General. More people know 'bout you and that Nubian senator than ya think. What was her name again? PadmĂŠ?" Bane taunts.
"Say her name again and I'll make you regret it." The energy in the room plummets with exasperation.
"Not so fast, Skywalker." Bane resists, readjusting in his binders. "Keep a lid on that temper of yours and we just might be able to come to an agreement."
Anakin grimaces at you before bending an ear towards Bane. "I'm listening."
"If you agree to keep this little secret of ours under wraps, you won't have to worry about the Council finding out about yours. Do we have a deal?" This bargain is not one to be trifled with and you hope that Anakin accepts the terms.
"Not without some conditions." Anakin accepts, shooting daggers of irate rage at you. "Since you're so worried about making this believable, you'll need to serve a proper sentence. And that means no visitation rights, starting now. Got it?" These stipulations are no doubt intended for Bane, but upon their delivery, Anakin holds a reprimanding scowl specifically for you. He can understand falling under the magnetic spell of love, but the devotee you've chosen as your partner in crime is not something he could have ever foreseen.
"Fine." Bane complies, forlorn and defeated from where he stands behind the warbling ray shield.
"And as for you-" Anakin puts a hand on your shoulder in a softer grip than the previous one coiled around your bicep, shaking his head from side to side in frustrating disappointment. Despite his vexation, you can see a tender patience in his eyes with the will to sympathize before inflicting punishment. "I think it's high time for us to have a little talk."
"W-wait, how long is he going to be in there?" Bane perks up, ears attuned to the answer, if any, on the longevity of his imprisonment so that he can debate on organizing an escape plan or not.
"That all depends on you." Anakin advises while making way for the exit door. "Now come on. We've wasted enough time as it is and we still have to think up a believable lie to tell Obi-Wan."
"So... you're not going to report us to the Council?" The first of many timid smiles breaks through across yours and Bane's faces when you realize his intimidating shakedown actually worked.
"I trust you wouldn't do the same to PadmĂŠ and I." Anakin tosses one more emphatic squint at Bane before facing forward again. "I have no right to sabotage what you have. Your secret is safe with me."
"Never thought I'd be thanking ya, Skywalker." Bane asserts with a condescending salute.
"Yeah, well... Don't get used to it." Anakin discloses with a hiss before leaving the room, putting distance between himself and this stowaway.
You know he intended for you to follow him, but you can't depart from Bane without telling him goodbye. "Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on Anakin." You raise a hand, hovering it centimeters away from the radiating heat of the ray shield as Bane does the same, wishing he could reach out and connect your palms together.
"That's my girl. Now ya better run along. Your master is waiting."
"I love you..." You whisper, pulling the sparkling beskar wedding band from a pocket in your robes and placing it on your ring finger to give him a special parting memory of you to hold him over before ultimately leaving.
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Summary: Cad Bane has had a tough time of it. He comes to you for a little TLC.
Gn! Reader
Warnings: None, just a little nip, lick, cuddling, and a worn out Duros looking for love, A.K.A FLUFF.
Word count: 1.5+
Notes: Wrote this last night half asleep, no real editing. Sorry if it sucks. Based on an idea we talked about in the Duros server because we're all feeling so tired. ;_; (@deepbluespace4, @renek-bane, @judathian)
There was something calming in your touch that remained unspoken. Cad Bane would never spill his secrets, though it was quite apparent he had grown accustomed to a comfort only you could provide. You were a steadying force in this harsh galaxy, someone the Duros could rely on from time-to-time, as his visitations were sporadic, yet he would reappear when you least expected it.
Tonight was such an occasion, the hunter floundering on a bounty the likes of which could have afforded him a lengthy stint of relaxation. He had taken on more jobs as of late to offset the price of fuel. It had risen exponentially since the forming of this new, âGalactic Empire,â and Bane was not amused. It ate into his profits more often than not, so the loss of this particular mark was an unfortunate stroke of rotten luck.
The one good thing to come of this was the target had been right here on Canto Bight.
A casino city, Canto Bight was a playground for the rich and famous, the arms-dealers, the shady business tycoons, the corrupt politicians, and the pirates, the scoundrels, the gamblers. You were none of these things. You were a cocktail server with a small flat to call your own in a shady corner of the city. Without you and others such as yourself, a place like this would go under in no time. Your job was essential.
It was also exhausting.
On your day off, you lounged with a good novella on your datapad, feet kicked up upon your worn caf table. You were just getting to a good part when a shadowy presence out of the corner of your eye startled you back to reality: you were not alone.
It should have been obvious. This was not the first time the wily Duros had found his way inside your home without warning or an invitation, yet it never ceased to surprise you.
You quietly rummaged in the side table situated by your sofa to extract a hidden holdout pistol. You carried this with you as you ventured deeper into your own house.
The hall was clear, so was the refresher. The kitchen was adjacent the entryway and you were already sure of it being vacant. That only left one place: your bedroom.
You crept to the door, weapon clutched in your hand. Peering inside, you were shocked and relieved to find the man face down, his thin, lanky limbs stretched out in an almost comical fashion.
Cad Bane had decided to sprawl out, taking full advantage of the situation as his body formed an âXâ in the middle of your mattress. His floppy, ostentatiously large hat covered the entirety of his head, creating a leather halo that hid both his intentions and his temperament, while his armorweave duster had feathered out around him to give him the appearance of having wings.
It was an odd display, one that was not customary, but you would not judge your intermittent lover for his behavior.
It warmed your heart that he felt comfortable enough with you that he allowed himself to drop his guard, and it was a testament to your sometimes unorthodox relationship. But you found you wanted to go to him, to see what the matter was, to ease whatever suffering he must be feeling, and to comfort him in a way you knew he enjoyed.
âBane?â your voice called out apprehensively. There was no response but a slight shifting of his weight, a deep groan rising from the pit of his chest as it rumbled to the surface, though masked by the compression of his entire face against your sateen sheets. You approached deliberately, suddenly feeling silly for holding onto your palm-sized blaster.
He was a danger, but not to you.
You set the pistol onto your dresser, bending at the knees to sink down to the floor at your bedside, one hand instinctually lifting to gently raise the corner of his hat.
Two searing red eyes stared directly at you. You involuntarily gasped, so stark was the contrast of their fiery depths to the dark coloration of your coverlet. They narrowed when you did not move again, the expression across your face not being one that Bane favored as he had been sure you would receive him with open arms. The Duros did something quite uncharacteristic: he pouted, his scant lower lip cresting downward into an obvious frown.
âAh can see when Ahâm naht wanted,â he began, pushing up with both arms to rid you of his presence.
âWait, no!â you said a little too forcefully, Bane settling back down as he gazed at you with an arch to his brow. âDonât go,â you finished more softly, gingerly taking up the curve of his mandible in the crook of your hand. âI donât want you to go.â
The Duros rasped out a hiss though it was a release of tension, Baneâs eyelids falling to half-mast. That outward breath extended for what seemed like minutes; he loved the warmth of your skin, the smell, the taste⌠ Â
He reached out, shifting to a position that would allow him help you up, though you were capable of standing on your own. But that is not what he wanted. He manipulated you to sit, convincing you with no more than a tug to your clothing that this was the very thing you should do because he deemed it so.
You entertained him, adjusting yourself to accommodate his nonverbal demand.
Once you were comfortable, the deadliest apex predator of the entire known galaxy buried his rostrum in the meat of your thigh as sinewy digits encased in cut-off gloves snuck beneath the single layer of thin fabric that made up your shirt.
Baneâs touch was icy, a small sound being emitted from your lips as goosebumps prickled up and down your body. This only seemed to excite him, lengthy arms wrapping around the whole of your waist as you realized his excessive accessory was in your way.
You took a chance; you removed his hat, placing it thoughtfully on your bedside table as the Duros curled into you, resting his cheek against your lap as the flat part of his face nuzzled its way into your belly.
Of all the things that could occur in this moment, Bane took up a fetal position, making himself cozy as he squeezed you tightly. You could not help yourself, knowing Bane would appreciate your efforts. You took to caressing him with a calculated touch despite his flesh being enwrapped in protective hunting gear, fingers running the course of his neck and shoulders. You massaged him tenderly, applying just enough force to hear a most gratifying sound.
Some might call it a purr, while Bane himself would call you crazy for suggesting such a ridiculous thing. Still, it only encouraged you to continue, and especially once the Duros had dug his way under the hem of your top, sharp teeth biting and tugging so as to maneuver it out of his way. Â
You held your breath, not out of worry of being bitten, but because his shallow exhales licked at your skin making you shudder, a part of you deep inside stirring though you chose not to let it control you, at least not yet.
âAhâm sick till I see you,â he mumbled against your now bare stomach, âchucked all of a heap,â he added, grazing you with the points of his fangs as he enveloped you in the tangle of his limbs.
âWhatâs wrong, Cad?â you prodded, only concerned with his mental well-being as it was rare he searched out this level of affection, though that was not to say his words and actions did not move you, a faint blush tinging your cheeks red.
âTired,â he muttered, that vibration in his chest growing louder as his olfactory organs were overtaken with your delicious scent, âkarked up,â he finally admitted, his damaged pride apparent in his tone. âGettinâ old.â
âNonsense,â you whispered, your thumb lovingly tracing the lines etched across his forehead as you attempted to sate his nerves. âWhat happened?â
He did not answer, your breath catching as you felt his tongue worm its way into the divot of your navel. He growled as if hungry, his fangs finally pressing against you though he was kind enough not to bite down hard. He sucked the salt off your skin, licking up from your belly button to the base of your sternum, your body convulsing unwillingly beneath his sudden amorous onslaught.
He stopped just as soon as he started, teeth retracting and rostrum once again rough and scaley against your abdomen. He was reluctant to reply. ââŚdonâ wanna tolk ahâbout it,â he stated gruffly, shutting his eyes against the universe as well as against you.
âThen what do you want?â You coaxed him for an answer, not expecting the thing he wound up saying next.
âDis,â he offered casually, encircling you more succinctly in his embrace. Â
If you had been a gambling kind of person, you would have lost, not imagining that in a million rotations Bane would confess to desiring your ⌠cuddles.
You would not disturb him after that for fear of backlash, the notorious, murderous bounty hunter taking to your lap like an overgrown tooka as you settled in for the long haul, incapable and hesitant to move from this spot until he had his fill.
for the request, something involving darth maul and alien senses? maybe he likes to look at reader in a nearly dark room where they can't see how fond his expression is but he can still see them clearly, or how his hearing and smelling is far more acute than a humans.
A/N:Â ... so... back to the regularly scheduled program... totally doesnât feel like a very strange 180...
my last posts/reblogs have been very political, so if you didnât follow me for that sort of thing, i get it, but also this is my blog, and iâm politically active irl, and politics are dumb but important, especially with whatâs been going on in america.
itâs rough on my mental health and general wellbeing, so i tried to distract myself by finishing up this request from... months ago. oops. đŹ
hope you enjoy! kiitos! đ
content:Â fluff/general, gn!reader, alien biology (sight and smell/taste), established relationship, stranded in space, slightly suggestive, sharing a bed
word count: 1,849
sight
In an instant, the ship is plunged into darkness.
Itâs disorienting, almost dizzying, the way that in one moment you could see, and the next you couldnât. The lights that went out were the shipâs last, the old space freighter that Maul and you... co-opted having taken some damage in the skirmish with the Weequay pirates that once controlled it. Launching into hyperspace in this rust bucket had been a poor decision, you surmised, and you thought of Maul who absolutely knew you were right when you previously advised him not to.
Now, the ship, with Maul and you trapped within itâs metal walls, floats somewhere in deep space, so deep thereâs no visible stars, far away from any planet...
And in complete, utter darkness. The pitch black feels consuming, oppressive, and you blink rapidly but nothing changesâ only the warmth on your eyeballs shifts. Thereâs a shuffle of fabric and metal clanking from somewhere around you, and you swivel your head in the direction you think the noise came from.
âMaul?â You call out, taking a single, tentative step because before the ship had lost full power, you had been unlucky enough to be up from the copilots chair and halfway across the cockpit. He doesnât reply, thereâs no other noise, and you strain to listenâ practically hearing the blood pump in your veins, your own breathing, your heartbeat. Everything is amplified with your sense of sight stripped, everything is practically tangible.
âMaul?â You say his name again, growing increasingly uncomfortable with his silence, eyes darting uselessly and seeing nothing. It also feels as though your voice sounds louder in the inky blackness, reverberates more effectively off hidden metal walls. Maker, itâs impressiveâ This isnât your average, everyday darknessâ this is advanced darkness. You frown, shuffling and almost stumbling over your own feet.
âMaul, Iâm serious. You better not be mesââ Two large, warm hands grab each of your forearms and pulls a small shriek from your lips. Heart racing, Maul responds with a low chuckleâ from directly in front of youâ and his presence, the heat of him, becomes so prominent itâs almost overwhelming. Your thoughts go wild: How long has he been there? How was he so quiet? How did he know exactly where youâ
âEasy, my dear.â He purrs, teasingly, and one of his hands releases your arm, and you tense lightly when it reappears at your hip. Youâre quick to relax, especially when Maulâs thumb rubs circles over your pants, occasionally hooks in your belt loop. Lips curling up in a quirked smile, your brows furrow when Maul chuckles under his breath.
âMaker, you are cruel!â You laugh, reaching up and smacking his chest, though your aim is off and you think you clip the edge his shoulder instead. Itâs at that momentâ your hands clumsily grasping at his chest, his tunic, fingers splaying and toyingâ that you look up, and in the infinite shadows youâre able to see one thingâ or technically two:
Maulâs eyes.
Yes, his eyesâ twin yellow orbs sitting directly where his eyeline would be when he stands, twin flames in the dark. They glow, the fiery yellows and oranges stand out against the inky backdrop, superimposed via the right of soft, amber light that emits from them. Of courseâ Dathomir, Zabraks, night vision.
âHello.â Maul drawls, and he blinks, the phantasmal flames of his irises disappearing for a split second, then reappearingâ his pupils ablaze. Mirth dances in them, his expression so clearly that mix of smug and prideful he gets when heâs acting mischievous.
âHi.â You reply softly, smiling when Maul cups your cheek, the pad of his thumb grazing along your bottom lip. He lightly lifts your chin, tilting your head side to side curiously, toying with you like a Loth cat would itâs prey. His blistering gaze goes dewy, his eyelids falling halfway and skewing the glow. Maulâs warm thumb passes your lips again, and this time you kiss it. You can see the smile in his stare.
âMm... how screwed do you think we are?â You inquire, half serious, half-joking, mostly because youâre too lost in the tenderness to really care. Maul shrugs under your palms, and his eyes close (again) then open (again) and itâs so visceral how youâre able to watch them flickerâ Like candle lights or will-oâ-the-wisps.
âDecently. Savage might know where we are.â Maul deadpans, and you know youâll both have plenty of time to somewhat panic later (especially when the cold of space starts to seep at the ship), but for now youâre able to find solace in each other. Maul leans in and kisses your smiling cheek, then pulls back and turns towards the transparisteel canopy of the cockpit. Just beyond the glass, the inky black of starless infinity sits in wait.
âWell, then...â You start, taking a couple cautious steps towards Maul and his blistering eyes, âThat just means we have some... us time.â
Although you canât see it, Maulâs face splits into a wolfish grin, and as you reach his arms, it grows and reaches his eyes which flash like a supernova. Maul seizes you by your waist in the darkness, and a squeal escapes you when he lifts you up into his arms. Then, a heated kiss is pressed to your collar bone, teeth pulling and gnashing at the fabric of your shirt as Maulâs frenzied lips pull away.
âOh, indeed.â And his mouth then falls on yours, all tongue and passion with hardly any care for the world. Your face warms, and you succumb to the heat of Maul, all his shadows, and his twin flames.
~
scent (+ taste)
The balcony curtains sway gently in the breeze, the soft rose light of early morning on Mandalore spilling into the suite. Sunbeams touch your closed eyes, and with a groan, you turn and dig your face into the plush pillow beneath your head. Silken sheets and a soft mattress beckon you back to the clutches of sleep, but besides you, your lover stirs as well.
Maul groans, then sighs low out his nose with a deep exhale, and then goes quiet. You smile into your pillow, not bothering to open your eyes to see that Maulâs awake, his stare on you. Itâs so strong, even after just waking, that you can feel it prickle your skin. Goosebumps raise, hairs stand on end, and the bed dips as Maul purrs, âGood morning, my dear.â
Two warm hands press on your back, kneading your muscles and gliding up and down your spine. You make a noncommittal noise, opting to play the long game that both you and Maul enjoy. When you donât offer any further response, Maul growls lightly and in your head you can practically see the pout of a sneer on his face.
âGood morning, my dear.â Maul repeats with a bit more force, though thereâs no bite to his words. Testing your luck, you make a soft grunt again and Maulâs hands freeze on your sides, then squeeze your plush. Itâs the long game, the fun one that all too often you and Maul playâ pushing boundaries and pressing buttons. Anything to ruffle each otherâs feathers, all in good fun of course.
Maul catches on soon enough, because then the wetness of a tongue slides itâs way up the center of your back to your earlobe, leaving a slick trail in itâs wake.
âMaul!â You cry out his name with a muffled laugh into the pillow, arching your back at the sensation, and jokingly squeal, âGross!â
âWake up then, my dear, my loveâ my light of lights.â Maul growls playfully, his nose pressed on your hairline, nuzzling and nipping at your ear. One of his horns grazes the side of your head, catching in your hair, and then the weirdest sensation of air pulling upwards causes you to tense. Maul then sighs, his breath warm on your skin, and then another suck of air, then an exhale, and itâs then you realize Maul is sniffing you.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask for clarification, shivering when Maul drags his nose deeper into your hair, nuzzles, and inhales deeply. The goosebumps on your skin spread, the feeling ticklish and odd, but not entirely unwelcome. Especially because Maul seems to be enjoying what heâs doing, hence his satisfied purrs and the slight grin you can practically see on his face.
âYou smell nice.â Maul replies simply, dragging his nose the length of the column of your neck. He settles at the junction of your jaw, nuzzling in deeper, the small horn at his temple brushing against your earlobe. It pokes your skin, and you smile, but then you think about what heâs said, and your brow furrows.
âI probably smell like sleep and âin need of a showerâ.â You speak through giggles, tilting your head best you can into the pillow to allow Maul better access to your neck. He hums in reply, nipping and sniffing at the skin under your jaw, his nose pressed along your pulsing jugular. By now, heâs near completely atop you, his hands plastered at your sides, holding himself above you. It takes some effort, but you manage to roll over on to your back, shuffling within the silk sheets.
âMm... I disagree. You smell like youâ Which is to say, like desire, heaven, and ambrosia.â Maul murmurs, lowering himself so that his muscular body is almost flush with yours, acting like a living weighted blanket. One of his arms slithers under your waist, tugging you up slightly as his hand plants firm on your side.
âReally now?â You sigh, eyes fluttering shut when Maulâs warm lips plant lazy, wet kisses on your neck, traveling down to your collar bones where he sucks a mark on the center of your chest. Maul canât seem to get enough of you, his mouth and nose wild in their mission to mark and claim and scent every inch of skin he can reach. Minutes pass of just Maul sniffing you down, rubbing his scent on you, licking, biting, kissing. By the time he answers, your head is fuzzy with arousal, and you can barely open your eyes to stare all dewy-eyed up at him.
That wicked, wolfish grin on that crimson face of his greets you, as do Maulâs molten eyes. You watch his tongue lackadaisically glide over his lips, wetting them. Maul looks ravaged, wild-eyed and dizzying, practically drunk off your scent. Behind him, the light of the morning casts a glow around his head and makes his crown of horns look like a halo.
âYou render me insatiable.â Maul growls, and then his head dips back to your body, nose to the skin above your heart where he smells you, and your heartbeat, and the blood that pulses in your veins and runs hot in your flesh. A gasp escapes you, arms drawing him in to the aura of youâ all good, all pure, and outside the sun is beaming, and the breeze carries the essence of you and Maul to the heavens.
