The Manamarthian (Part 1)
Rated: Explicit
Word Count: 3.6K
Summary: A personal OC named Cassander Roshack is a prince of a nation of warriors. But due to massive climate change and bad decisions, he is forced to search for alternative ways to help his people. He goes on adventures with the Mandalorian named Din and returns home to settle his title before returning to his side. Unfortunately, the universe has other plans for him first.
Warnings: Smut, language, mentions of being beat to a pulp, orphanism, terrorism, murder, bombs and weapons and shit. IT AINT FOR KIDS .
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He watched as his mother tended to her garden not far from where he sat on a lounge chair, Sinda between spread wide legs now she wouldnāt wander too far. While Anamarthia was still warm, it was not the inferno that it had been. The sounds of a sparring match to his left drew his gaze. Things wereā¦ nice, at this moment. His father tapping Emory on the thigh with his rod- what they used instead of swords in their match. Emory playfully growled, stepping back up to meet his father who danced away expertly. Giving him a little twirl to toy with him in return. It was all light-hearted, Nora was showing Lykana how to do a new style of braid in her hair.
Though the only thing off about this dreamā¦ This very, wonderful dream, was that there were two infants beside Nora and himself. Nora, Emoryās wife, hummed a soft song as she arranged a large group of flowers together in a weave. Her mouth was moving but he could not hear what she was saying. His eyes finally focused on the green infant, with all too big ears that Cassander felt his heart swell with love for. The little one that he had taken to, and vice versa- Yodito. His brow furrowed when a shadow came over him.
His eyes turned away from the baby to look at whomever he wanted to thank for offering shade to his eyes. Cassander looked up into the shine of beskar and felt his entire soul settle into his chest. The protection, the familiarity of the stance, the man underneath itā¦ Cassander grinned up at him, breath stolen for a moment at the sight. His voice caught in his throat as he rose to reach for him, so glad he had come to see him earlier than they had planned to meet. Ā
He was drawn sharply away by sound- a boom of pressure when a multitude of ships entered the atmosphere. Cassander looked up, startled by the world soundly screaming around him. Erupting in bombs and shrapnel flying around him., he felt the Earth shatter around him. He had a moment to look at his mother across from him. The Empire-
A single thought passed between him before he was scooping little Sinda from the ground in front of him, Emoryās barely a year old- the spot where Nora was not vacant and unbearable to see. Lykana sat there, her hand half raised still and purple splashed across her face. Her eyes focused on the heap that surely had been one of their kin. So many dead- So many- He snatched her hand, pulling her like a doll with him as engines flew over the tops of their heads.
He was running- running- the ships came through their streets and fired until buildings were plumes and there was nothing left but rubble. He held them so tight, their crying falling on deaf ringing ears- even for themselves. His own body trembling as he pushed through once-friendly streets to only find soldiers rounding people into transports. He rounded a corner- desperate to get to the docks. A familiar figure stood, meeting his gaze the moment he entered his space. Instantly the red glow of kyber ignited. An entire legion of storm troops behind him raised their weapons-
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He woke with a start, eyes frantic and wild at the sirens going off around him. He let out a breath when he realized it justā¦ Sinda crying again. Cassander rubbed his eyes, pulling the little one closer to him gently, āIām up- I know- I know-ā He told the baby between him and Lykana, who woke with him and turned away. Clearly having her own rough night. āI know, sweet. Things are gonna be alright.ā He cooed to her, getting up to change her diaper that was quite damp.
He was now, more than ever, so grateful for knowing how to take care of babies. Lykana, Yodito, and now Sinda- he moved with tired eyes to the makeshift changing table they had set up. Everything was makeshift for now- taking care of a baby in this environment with little resources and not even formulaā¦ life hadnāt been a walk in the park for anyone.
The had landed here a month ago; damaged, out of supplies, out of fuel, -out of everything. They were lucky enough to land here with the state the ship had been in leaving Anamarthia. Over the few weeks, the ship had turned into a hunk of metal out in the desert, that was armed to the teeth at least. He had made some repairs and salvaged what he didnāt immediately need. This ship had been the same one he had planned to leave to see Din in; the only problem was, it wasnāt nearly ready yet and not set for two people and a baby. But just like before when he had met Din and Yodito, he was stuck out in the damn desert again.
Why he was cursed with the desert, he would never know. His eyes cleared a bit as Sinda calmed and huffed a little, tuckered out from her little rampage. She had the fire of her father, and it brought a brief sliver of pain through his chest. He wrapped her back up and sighed, looking down as she calmed and he rubbed her tummy slowly, furthering her into quiet. Cassander looked out a dirty window into the darkness of the desert, just barely seeing the wind kick up little puffs of sand. They had things they could trade, but Cassander was trying to save what they could to barter if possible.
He wasnāt sure what he was thinking landing here. Everything had been mostly panic response since leaving Anamarthia. Of all things he had considered, the Empire coming to them was not one of them. It was far out of the way of most traveled routes- and besidesā¦ His eyes downcast a bit thinking about the Sith who had taken an unhealthy liking to him. Anamarthians were now a rare species. Blood to make elixirs, eyes to make jewelry, immortal and ethereal slaves or dogfights. The fate of the scattered Anamarthian people were endless. Now, he, his sister of barely nine, and his infant niece were all that was left of a royal family of a planet now under Empire control.
Cassander snorted at himself, washing his hands briefly. Now he was in the middle of nowhere, hoping for the off chance to see a shine of a Beskar.
He often wondered if Din would look for him when he missed their meeting date. Would he wait at the bar for a week? A month? No, Din wouldnāt stay anywhere for a month.
Thoughts of his lovers and the little one had been on his mind since he left. Would Dinn find Anamarthia? See the planet cracked and kyber crystals harvestedā¦ maybe hope heā¦
He shut his eyes as he rocked Sinda back to sleep, checking the time after she started to hiccup. He had to head to work- and that involved Lykana and Sinda coming to. Food was a constant need. And scrapping their ship down to bare bits put food in their mouths for now. He had three sacks and Sinda to carry- eventually had could get enough fuel and supplies saved up to jump to a more localized planet. Perhaps even get a message to Din somehow on a familiar planet they traveled to frequently? If all else failed, he could try a nicer city than this to raise the girls. His main priority was them.
As Sinda relaxed and fell back to sleep, Cassander couldnāt help but smile just a bit. Din was one of the best bounty hunters he knew- if anyone could find him. It was him. He looked across the ship's hull to see Lykanas light eyes glowing in the shadows. When he approached, he could see how watery her eyes were. Ā "I know." He sighed, āItāll get better. You okay?"
She stared at him, staying quiet as ever. Lykana had been mute as a board, shocked and quieter than a mouse since the day more than half of her family was murdered in front of her. His throat was tight as he looked at her, before pushing a smile, "Yeah, me too kid." He slid back into bed and replaced Sinda between them. The ship only had one bed and an infant sleeper. But the desert was cold and the metal did them little favors, and none of them deserved to sleep alone.
"I promise you in my life, it's just a little rough right now. But I will make this better." He promised her, and she nodded slowly, he raised a hand to brush her hair from her face. The smallest of smiles bloomed, Cassander huffed in relief, "There ya go. We got us. Sinda, you, and me." Lykana swallowed and nodded again, turning her face into her pillow to fane sleep. Cassander swallowed, knowing all of it was little comfort. But he was nothing if not determined to make it better. He had to make it better. Somehow.
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Hor'Jou was a shark that owned almost fourteen thousand mining operations across dozens of planets. Processing every single resource that came into their factories and turning it towards market trade. On this particular dust bucket of a planet, buried beneath bedrock, was a jewel rare in more ways than one. Lazuli was not only beautiful but also ground to make refined powders that were critical in making holographic projectors for droids and much more.
And the man owned every single business in town. And had taken something that had not belonged to him- and thus in response, he had been contracted out as a mark. Paz moved slowly through the crowd, watching as his companion met him stride for stride on Hor'Jou's other side as he walked down the middle of the street. He was half stork, long-necked, and with small fluttery pigeon quality to his step that made him avian. While Pazās mere presence pushes people from his path, you simply ghost around them. You moved carefully in the crowd, like water between rocks in a brook.
Hor'Jou's yellow eyes watched Paz, not taking notice of you flowing from path to path, nothing heeding your progress. So distracted by the mountain of Mandalorian, he fails to notice you directly on his left. When he stepped left, you stepped forward and had him instantly by the scrawny neck. Closelining him hard across the beak, twirling him off balance into the alleyway, Paz blocked it while you did the honors.
The bird squawked as he fell, only for you to slip between his legs and pen him in the back with your knee. One shock collar later, he was muffled and his feathers bound. Paz grunted impatiently from the entrance where you whistled a sweet little tune, making him turn to pick the loan shark up and throw him over his shoulder in a single gruntless motion.
He stalled a minute, looking you up and down before bowing his head slightly. All heās willing to do around the bounty, but delighted by what he had witnessed over his shoulder. You gesture for him to lead and he departs, clearing your path to saunter behind him. People move, or stare when it comes to Mandalorians. And you had no problems with that. Moving back to the ship, Paz didnāt seem even slightly bothered by the weight on one side of his shoulder.
You felt a smile curl your lips at what he looked like underneath, reimagining him almost made you trip and fall. A low growl of annoyance met your ears and you gestured toward the dock. "They're not even done adjusting the fuel line yet. Ice him, we'll ditch some extra scrap, eat and head out. Date night." You purred to him.
"Frivolous." He grunted, "But acceptable. Fly us someplace new. I tire of their work." Paz immediately descended to the lower deck, going to freeze their bounty until they returned home. The upstairs was the main space. Complete with two rooms instead of many standard models. Escorts assignments were a lot easier when you just locked them in a room until you arrived at the destination.
After paying the landing and repair fees, you went to the front. Typing new coordinates into the navigation box, setting a landing somewhere different to inspire some- Your helmet was lifting off your head! Immediately your hand snapped to the offending wrist, a knife from your belt flicked open and you're prepared to-
Paz' hand came around and held you back in the chair by your throat, hand squeezing and sidestepping the knife that would have made a very nice chunk of his flesh peel. Knocking the knife from your hand, keeping you in one place by his other hand alone- and when you fought against his grip he huffed a laugh. āFinish.ā He ordered, letting go of your wrist now you could complete your coordinates. His free hand came up to undo the straps of the heavy chest piece around your shoulders.
"Are we.." You breathed the question, rolling the dial near your ring finger to darken the view tint of the glass. Paz growled his response. "-Yes."
"We've-" Your voice hitched as he removed your beskar and you dropped the knife, letting it fall from your hands completely now. He slipped his hand between the folds of the under armor and taking and a handful of your breast. "-only got twenty minutes before the next landing zone." The words tumble from your lips, "I-" He squeezed, two fingers encasing your nipple and rolling it around. "Need to-" his thumb rubbed over the main artery on your neck, letting you continue to struggle to talk. "Land us." Between his grip on your throat or his warm fingers rubbing around and over your nipple- you forget the point youāre trying to make.
His voice was low, but suddenly very human. The lack of the modulator let his rumble come from his chest, "Put it on auto-pilot, and come with me." Paz releases your throat and you take a slight gulp. It hadnāt been enough to choke you but it was firm and delicious.
He retreats then, dropping armor as he goes back to your shared quarters. You quickly hit the required sequence now you donāt both die, then rip the helmet from your head to put it beside his. Then the rest of your armor went on your dash to catch up with him.
The god stood before you, chiseled muscles and defined valleys that you could swear the Maker had designed and been lost inā¦ No wonder he had been chosen to be of the Mandalore- the Maker knew the man would be too powerful otherwise. You smirk as you cross the space fast, flinging yourself at him. He caught you, twisting to throw you down onto the bed. His growl was feral as he pulled you back by your ankles towards him on the edge of the bed. "I loved watching you-"
You gasped, sliding toward him, spreading your legs now he could pull you both right against each other. "Oh? Like me doing the dirty work?" Youāre not sure when the relationship had changed- but it had. And you never wanted it any other way.
"I like watching you move." He lay between your legs, cock hard-pressed into your inner thigh. āItās fluid- graceful.ā His fingers run over your chest and rubs, a man starved for the feel of you. āYou hunt well. Snare well. The tribe is better for it.ā So many praises were hard-won from the man normally. Perhaps it was because they came to share the same room, but youāre feeling the warmth in your chest. Ā He canāt get enough of touching you, in the armor he controls himself. Naked with you- he speaks his mind as any Mandalorian would to another. āEvery hit you made had purpose and sharpness.ā His teeth ran along your rib cage as he explored, your teeth biting deeply into your own lip.
āYouāre stroking my ego.ā You breathe, reaching between you both to touch him. Your hand goes to the back of his neck, bringing him close for a kiss. There was nothing more you wanted than to taste him, and he responded in kind. His tongue invaded your mouth, and sucked as it retreated.
āFilthy.ā He huffed, his hands sliding to your ass and then back up again. You lay beneath him, tiny compared to his broad chest. His teeth ran along your collarbone as he worked his way downward- out of your grip with an unwilling shiver. Paz practically loitered around your breasts. His teeth nipping, tugging and the actual bites he gave sent shivers down your spine.
āPaz-ā You gasp at one particularly hard bite, making his body shift into the bed with a grunt. Your body felt rigid- pent up after today. You were expecting so much more of a fight from the bounty. Teeth nearly drew blood from your lip as you looked at the trail he was kissing down your stomach. Retreating away from you is not what you want-
āHush girl.ā He growled, answering your needy whine. He was just as ready as she was, āYouāll get what you want.ā The way his dark eyes looked up at her, the little bite he gave her inner thigh as he wrapped his forearms around your thighs.
You gasped the moment a long flat tongue rolled over your pussy. A ghost of a word dying in your throat in a shout- Fingers expanded and gripped into the sheets at the second. His tongue was long, wicked, and thick- moving between your folds. He circled your clit before he sucked, making your entire body seize. āMAk-ā Rose up before his tongue was inside you- then even lower. His tongue pushing into her ass and back out again, licking from bottom to top, then back again. A little scream came up before he practically dropped you onto the bed.
You hadnāt even realized you were off of the bed at all- and gasped with shaky legs. Your body felt cold exposed but it didnāt take long before he was back on you. Growling and feral like the beasts their ancestors fought. He rutted beneath you, the heat returning near instantly as he licked his fingers and lips, like a picky cat that enjoyed his meal. You spread your legs now he could bring his cock closer to you.
āLook at you, all spread wide for me.ā His voice was tight, he slicked himself with his hand knowing you were soaked between them. āSo wetā¦ā As his breath left him, he slid into you- rocking forward at first. Letting you have him slowly at a time. He was thick- by far the biggest you have ever had. You tense at first, thankful for his earlier relaxation techniques as you breathe out, clutching at his forearms as you ease into it. He holds there, panting with his head resting on the pillow beside your head that he pulls closer to you to use.
He may look like a damn brute but he was a thorough lover that she would not trade. Paz gets his legs underneath him as he gives you more and more- filling you up until your position makes it a little hard to breathe suddenly. You canāt help but love the feeling though. He has you pinned into the bed, cock fully sheathed inside you. Your hand finds the bulge of his cock your guts, and begins to stroke it. And you can feel it twitch inside you, and your moans are loud and shaky, āKriff- Paz, youāre-ā You rubbed him through your skin, his hand trading for yours as he bites his lip, gripping your hips to start rolling into her.
āFilf-fthy little girl- hunts like a-ā He shifted, pulling out and then sliding back in roughly with a little scream from you that muffled the rest of his sentence. ā-a beast- and gets fucked by one.ā
The feeling of one thrust was enough to make you feel stretched and tinder, shaky, and willing to come apart. He held another moment before he started to pick up speed, railing you into the mattress underneath him. Your breath came in gasps of delight, finding his forearm muscles to grip and hold onto for dear life. āHol- Maker-ā You hear yourself pick up pitch and he does too- in your ship far above prying ears or eyes- you could be loud as you wanted to be.
āPaz!ā You scream as he starts to hit a spot he seemed to have a tracker installed on. Flashes of white came behind your eyelids as you tightened around him and felt your entire lower half start to shake and quiver. He absolutely rawed you into the mattress, pounding you through one orgasm before leading you up to one- then he pulled out.
Your eyes snap open, teeth bared on where the hell he thought he was going. Paz flipped you, pushing your face into the pillows and forcing one thick thigh between your legs, with one hand like you were some sort of doll he positioned you- then drove in hard. Your voice muffled by the pillow as he drove into you- again and again. You felt your entire body convulse. Trapped and wrapped in his smell, his scent- the way he moved and rumbled.
You could get lost in this feeling forever.