Jul 14
For all that I hate them I really gotta appreciate Thurfian and Zistalmu for making sure Thrawn didn't get past the rank of Senior Captain cause imagine if he did and we were stuck calling him Raw'nuruodo
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For all that I hate them I really gotta appreciate Thurfian and Zistalmu for making sure Thrawn didn't get past the rank of Senior Captain cause imagine if he did and we were stuck calling him Raw'nuruodo
What if reader walks in and finds Thurfian cheating on her. She is heart broken and leaves, but he doesn't care much. she's just a human anayway.
But turns out he loves that human. He tries to bless her by allowing her to be with him again. She goes back to him. But every time they are together she cries and asks if he did the same with the other woman. Oh... turns out there were other woMEN.
Well, one night during sex, reader just starts crying and ends the relationship.
And reality slaps Thurfian in the face because if he wants to save this relationship, then he has to humble himself, admit he made not one but many mistakes and ask/beg for her forgiveness.
Can he fix this? or he stays arrogant forever?
maybe apology sex but idk ... Does he earn it?
Nice! I tweaked it a bit cause I can't stand a cheating man, but the spirit is here. I may write a part 2
Thurfian x F!reader
Tags: Soiree, kinda ""hurt""/comfort, Patriarchs are polygamist/polyandrist, cultural differences/argument, marriage proposal, Thurfian is a cunt be he didn't meant harm (in his mind)
You silently brood in your mind, seated in the limousine next to Patriarch Thurfian. Was it a good idea to come here?
Appearing in public together after his stunt… You sigh.
"Are you alright?" He asks with his grave voice, turning his burning jewel at you.
"Yes." You lie.
You don't want to get into an argument right now. This is not the time. Not the place. Not the good person…
"Smile. There will be paparazzi there, I can't be seen with a brooding partner. Especially you."
"What do you mean by 'especially you'? What is that supposed to even mean?"
He sighs in turn, frowning.
"As a cross-species couple, we have to show unity to the rest of the Ascendancy. If they can find a modicum of a disagreement they will descend on us like vultures. And if you thought us dating was hard before, we will never survive them."
"But there are disagreement, Thurfian." You remind him, looking at him sternly.
You look at each other for a second before he shakes his head and readjusts his collar.
"Do not bring that up again. The argument is over and behind us." He tells you.
No.
Orders you.
You tsk under your breathe.
You love Thurfian, you truly do, but… He is hard to love.
He is hard to please and satisfy, and he is not innocent in your argument either, despite his holier than thou attitude.
He was that close to annihilate your heart last time. You don't even know where you found the strength to forgive him for his cheating, and sometimes you wonder if you even did forgive him at all… Yet here you are. Adorned in a rich dress and expensive jewelries to appear at a private soiree of the Upper Crust of Csilla as his official partner.
Not official 'First' partner.
You managed for him to drop that 'First' rank. You will be the only one or you'll leave.
It angered him that you demanded him to abandon his Patriarch right to plural marriages. He went head to head with you, there was a booming voice on his part, and tears in your own. Then a silent apology as a tight hug in bed the following night.
He then accepted to discuss it seriously, trying hard to not get angry at you, and really argue his position.
But you were not budging. You accepted to return to him on the promises that there won't be anyone else than you, for ever. He had to swallow the pill. He was moody for a month before finally wrapping his head around the idea, and agreeing to drop that 'privilege'.
You hugged tight, relieved to have found common ground, and tried since then to rebuild healthy boundaries and trust.
He had you delete all your Chiss ex from your comm and he had to delete his. Well… Not all. Some of them are wealthy partners of the Mitth family and he can't have them drop the family like that. Some of them were counting on a marriage with your Chiss to solidify their own power and wealth.
And then the little human woman appeared with tears in her eyes and a pout, and all that well oiled machine suddenly shrieked shut.
You endangered a lot of very, very profitable deals for the Mitth by asking Thurfian to stop seeing these women. He fought, but relented, before agreeing.
Rapidly.
Too rapidly…
You bite your thumb's nail.
He cut the affairs with those wealthy female patrons and sponsors a bit too quickly to your taste, which give you the harassing thought that maybe, just maybe, he was not keeping his word.
Maybe he is not seeing them as prospect future wives, but simply as mistresses behind your back. Keeping the sex and the deals secured, before returning with a regal and holy attitude to you, waiting like a clown for your Chiss to come home, wondering where he is at this hour.
No.
No do not think that.
You have to trust in him.
Trust that he is true to his word, and loyal to you, like he promised.
You want to… You have to believe it, or…
"Here we are. Do not forget to smile, Ch'acah." He demands, opening his door to blinding cameras flashes and microphones, journalist swarming him.
He evades them with elegance, his regal attitude keeping them at a respectable distance while he skirts the car to open your door and offer you his hand. You gulp, but you take it, putting on a front of a happy woman in front of the cameras.
They circle you, taking photos, recording you, pressing mics at your faces, demanding answers as to why Patriarch Thurfian seemingly got rid of all his potential prospects.
Well, fuck you, you guess… News travel really too fast to your tastes here.
"Patriarch Mitth'urf'ianico? Just a word, please."
"There is no word to give. I am here to enjoy myself with my beloved Ch'acah, and spend a relaxing soiree with friends. Good evening to you all." He responds with a plastic smile, not missing to grab your hand on his arm to squeeze it for the cameras when he said 'beloved Ch'acah', before forcing them to break their circle with a confident stride and you enter the building, free of paparazzi.
You sigh out loud, trying to relax your shoulders after that stunt.
"Stay on your toes, Vutucni, we are not done. We have to face our 'friends'." He reminds you, getting rid of his expensive coast, mindlessly throwing it in a random maid's arms.
"… Wonderful." You grouse, "Why did I agree to come here, again?"
"To show a united front." He reminds you a bit harshly, dusting your shoulder and readjusting your collar, "You wanted me for yourself, we have to justify it to all the others."
That punches the air out of your lungs. So it is your fault now?
Scandalous!
He extends his arms at you, but you don't take it, frowning.
He tssks, snapping his head at you.
"I can't do it all alone, (Y/n). We are in it together." He states coldly.
You breath trough your nose, but relinquish, wrapping your hand around his arm.
"Better."
And you enter the rich ballroom.
You remains silent most of the time, letting Thurfian do the talking and presentations to his 'friends' and colleagues. You just smile and be pretty at his arm, like an eye candy, only talking if directly addressed, but people prefers to hear the Patriarch's opinion rather than his little pet's.
Right up until-
"Patriarch Thurfian, what a surprise!" A feminine voice you recognize well, too well, rises behind you.
You freeze.
Horrified.
What is she doing here?
"Medaewda, how are you, my friend?" Thurfian still turns, a grin on his face.
You feel your blood evacuate your head.
Why? Why is she here?
Did he knew she would be here?
"Who is it with you, Patriarch?" Her voice rings at your ears uncomfortably, "Is that…? Oh."
You gulp, and turn to her, with the best smile you can muster, but you're afraid it only looks like a grimace. With horror, you realize that she brought some of here friends too.
Friends you'd love to forgot.
"Hello, miss." She huffs her cig with a falsely polite tone.
"Hi… Miss." You return her platitude, begging for the floor to swallow you.
She clicks her tongue, before turning to your man, with an affable smile this time.
"So? Going monogamous, I heard?"
"Love makes men do crazy things." He retorts, grabbing your hand forcefully.
"Its such a shame, really…" She laughs, "You were such a bachelor, Patriarch. You made hearts swoon all around."
"Do not flatter me outside of work hours, please." He chuckles genuinely.
Genuinely…
You want to puke.
"Well, I hope we will able to keep… Cordial relationships despite it all." She continues, pressing her hand on his chest.
You feel ready to faint.
Or punch a bitch.
"I do not see why not." He agrees, not taking her hand off him.
"I'll go freshen up."
"What?" he turns to you with a frown.
"I am boiling in here, I'll… I'll go rest in a guest room."
"Alright. Do not faint on me, understood?" He tells you, releasing your hand.
"No…" And you rush away, hugging yourself.
Why are they here?
Did he knew?
Did he planned this? But why?
To keep his fun? To humiliate you? For having him stripped of his Patriarch privileges?
You rush out the ballroom, hitting some people with your shoulder, presenting your excuses barely loud enough as you speed away.
You enter a guest bedroom and head straight to the bathroom to splash water on your face to calm down. You take deep breathes, finger coiled around the white washbasin, your shoulders rising up and down.
You sigh, releasing your hair of its bound that pulls on your head uncomfortably. You cut the water and head out slowly, you throw your shawl off on a chair and head to the bed, slamming you face first into the pillows, swallowing your tears.
You hug a pillow tight, recoiling over yourself, letting your tears flow in the end.
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"Thurfian ? I brought you…" You pass the door and stop dead in your tracks.
Thurfian has his head thrown back, slouching on his armchair, moaning, as a woman is bobbing her head up and down on him…
The air is punched out of your lungs.
"Ah…! Ch'acah…" He realizes you're here, but does not care, "Drop it on my desk…!"He grunts, in the throws of pleasure.
"Wha… What?!" You scream, out of yourself.
This time, they both turn to you, with puzzled looks.
You remember her! Hame'daew'dara! A sponsor of the Mitths!
"… Is there a problem?" He demands, displeased to have his pleasure interrupted.
"Is there a problem? Is there a problem?! I don't know, you tell me, Thurfian!" You shout, throwing the folder at his face.
He evades with a hiss, turning to you imperially and furiously.
"What is wrong with you, woman?!"
"You cheat on me, and you dare ask me what is wrong?! What is she doing here, sucking you off?!"
"She's my third partner?" He looks at you like you are just crazy, or simply dumb.
"Third?! Because there is a second one?!" You are enraged.
He played you well. Really.
"Calm down, swee-" She tries, but you cut her.
"You don't get to speak, homewrecker! Thurfian, why…? I… I thought you loved me…?" You feel tears rising and despair tightening your throat.
"I do. I-"
"Forget it!" You slam your foot on the ground, cutting him too, "Forget my comm number!"
And you rush out of his office…
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You open your drowsy eyes from your nap, as you hear the knob of the door opening, laughs right behind.
Thurfian enters, a glass in his hand, laughing loudly with people around him.
"I leave you for the night, my friends." His words are slurred like he is drunk, signaling them not to cross the threshold of the room, "I must return to my one and only love."
Your fist tightens around your collar as you hear boos from the crowd. Clearly, you are the only one who wants that arrangement. Not even witnesses want to empathize with you… You raise in a sitting position, almost like you would puke.
He closes the door with a happy sigh, opening his collar and finishing his glass.
"Hello, my love." He muses leaning forward to kiss your cheek, indeed reeking of alcohol, hugging your shoulders.
You don't respond, letting him do as he wish, coping with your reality. He wobbles, more gracious than any other drunk you ever saw, to the bathroom as you hear the water being drown.
You remain still. Taking it all in. Slowly.
He reappears, having abandoned his rich and heavy tunic, robes in the bathroom, leaving himself in his black pants. He leans against the doorframe, looking at you amorously, his cheeks slightly purpled by his previous drinks, smiling in his drunk stupor.
"What?" You ask, not even looking at him, eyes fixed on the door.
"Nothing. I love you." He hums again.
"… What did you do out there?" You ask, gulping with your throat dry.
"Lots of discussion, some drinking, some dancing. A bit of fun and lots of politics." He approaches.
"Hmm…" You simply respond, mind drifting away.
Discussing? With them?
Drinking? With them?
Dancing…?
You gasp when you feel him suddenly upon you, hugging your shoulders and waist, pushing you into the mattress. He purrs out loud, kissing your neck and collarbone, pulling on your collar to gain access to your skin.
You gulp, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
You let him do as he wishes, and then what?
You stay together?
You leave? To go where? With whom?
Can you even survive Thurfian's absence? You were such in a bad state when he asked you to return with him. Back then, you thought you were on the same wavelength, wanting the same thing.
But you wanted to be exclusive, while he wanted extracurricular couples activities…
Did you ever met eye to eye even once?
Did you…?
"Mmmmh, why aren't you undressing for me, Ch'acah?" He asks, kissing your cleavage, kneading your bosoms over the fabric.
"… I want to leave.
"You can leave the room once we are done, Vutucni." He purrs, kissing and lapping at your breast though the silk, "But I'd prefer you stay, my love…"
"No… I want to leave you." You realize it fully as it leaves your mouth.
He freezes.
"What?" He asks darkly.
"I want to leave… To be free of you…" You gasp, the first sobs upon you.
He rises to loom over you, his long hair cascading him his shoulders and framing his gorgeous face.
"What are you saying?" He asks, suddenly perfectly sober and lucid all of a sudden, his red eyes gleaming dangerously.
"I can't continue like that…!" You break down, hands pressed to your eyes, shaking, "I can't keep worrying sick that you may return to them…! That you won't keep your words…! And betray me again…" You sob hard, throat painful.
He remains silent, looking at you stricken and… Indignant.
"What do you mean I will not 'keep my words'? What do you reproach me exactly, (Y/n)?"
"Did you know?" You gasp, "Did you plan on them being there? Did you want to see them?"
"No." He sternly responds,"I knew they might be there, but I did not count on it. This was not a Mitth soiree that could have demanded their presences." He explains slowly, but surely, "Their presences here were coincidental."
You cry, chest rising up and down as you gasp for air, litterally bowaling your eyes out.
"Vutucni. Vutucni listen to me…" He tries to take your hands off your eye, but you resist, "Vutucni!" He raises his voice, freezing you in a shiver of stupor, "I did not plan it. I swear it to you. I did not intend to meet them tonight. Do you understand?" He tells you coldly, pushing your wrists into the mattress on each side of your head.
"But you stayed with them." You sob, "You danced with them… And the Maker know's what else…"
"Did I?" He demands haughtily, before lying on you, his hand wrapping under your head to force your nose gently in the crook of his neck, "Can you smell their perfume on me, perhaps?"
You whine and sniff.
You don't smell their perfumes. Only his cologne, musk, and alcohol.
"Can you?" He insists.
"…No." You admit, gulping.
He hisses lowly, keeping your head in place as to make you understand clearly and irrevocably that he kept his word and did no betray you. You try to push him off you but he keeps you tighter.
"You do not get to escape me after slandering me, woman." He grunts lowly in your ear, "I gave you my word, and at the first occasion you turn your back on me? I shared a single conversation with those women and left them. What more do you want from me?"
You hiccup, tears rolling down your human skin.
You want to believe him, you want to… But you're afraid you will always has that lingering doubt, that harassing doubt that will always have you double take everything your Chiss says.
Why would he truly abandon that right for you?
"Answer me, (Y/n)." He loses patience.
"I don't know, okay?! I don't know!" You explode, managing to lift him up off your chest, forcing him to hover you, "I just… I don't know…"
He considers you in silence, before sitting down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, brushing his mane back with his fingers. He lets his hand fall on his knee with a weary expression.
"You're not budging about that? Aren't you?" He asks, looking at the door in turn.
You gulp, pressing your knees to your chest.
"No…" You admit.
You will be the only one, or you couple will cease. And that, no matter how powerful Thurfian is as a Patriarch and individual, will never change your mind.
"I see…" And he stands up, returning to the bathroom, closing the door on him.
You whine, body shaking by sobs, your tears rolling into the pillows, with your mascara.
He returns, way quicker than you expected, holding something as he gets back closer to the bed.
"I was holding it for tomorrow, but it is urgent." He simply says.
And…
He drops on one knee.
You look at him wearily. Silent. Cautious.
He brings his hands forward, opening a little expensive box.
Revealing a ring.
Your eyes travel from the ring to his face several times, at a loss for words.
Is he…?
He gulps, uncomfortable.
"If this is not how you human proceed, tell me now, or…"
"Thurfian, are you…?"
"Proposing? Yes I am." He agrees, completing your own sentence, "This is how you propose in humans customs, correct?"
You receive it like a punch to your sternum. Your heartbeat speeds up. You think you are about to have a panic attack.
"Thurfian…? Are you… Crazy?"
"Maybe."
You press your hands on your face with a squeeled whine.
"Is that a positive response, or…?"
"I can' marry you if you don't promise me to stay faithful, Thurfian…" You tell him, "I could not survive thay again…"
He seems to wince.
"Technically, all the spouses are faitthful to each other in a Chiss plural-marriage, but that not here nore there." He explains before putting his pride expression and tone back on, "Vutucni, if being monogamous is the only way for me to keep you at my side and call you mine, then so be it."
"…Really? Do you mean it?"
"Yes."
"You're not lying?"
"If I am, you'll be free to leave with half of my personal Estate."
Oh, that's enormous.
"You swear nothing happened tonight? And never again?" You ask, almost hopeful.
"I swear it to you, Vutucni." He promises, allowing himself a tight grin, "I want a future with you, reigning on the family at my side. I want a children with you. I want to grow old and grey with you."
You snort through your remaining tears.
"You'll bury me, silly…." You gulp, taking back control of your breath.
"Then I'll take care of you until our last day together. If you allow me…"
You consider him. kneeling, his fingers holding the ring with the precious stone, red eyes gleaming with hopes and confidence in the future, holding his breath for your response.
Should you?
Should you not?
"… Alright." You smile.
He lets out a breath of relief and gently grabs your hand to put the ring. He even knows on which finger, without any hesitation. You contemplate the ring, at a loss for word.
"Is that Nyix?" You side-eye him with a grin.
"I can't hide anything from you." He smirks, arms crossed on the bed, head resting on them as he admires you with your new ring.
You look at it again, biting your lower lip.
"Can I write in your vows that you will stay monogamous with me?" You ask him.
"Can we skip that part?" He winces.
You frown, hurt.
He chuckles.
"I am playing, Vutucni. I'll write it in my vows if it may ease your mind." And he leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose with a purr, holding your face carefully.
You pout.
He brushes his nose tip to yours with a smile, before hugging you, pressing his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deep in his lungs.
"Let me dry those tears for good, Ch'eo Ch'acah." He promises with a sultry voice, "Your scent drives me up the wall."
"What about my scent, you silly?" You ask, hugging his shoulders, a hand coming to caress the back of his head tenderly.
"It it is heady… You smell so fresh, I want to devour you up."
You bite your lower lip, hesitantly.
"Can't we just hug tonight?" You propose.
He parts from you.
"I had in mind to give you a baby, tonight." He pouts.
This time you laugh.
"Tomorrow night, Ch'eo Ch'acah."
"Promise?" He squints, his eyes'light harshening with vivid interest.
"Promise."
He sigh with a sorry smile and press his face to your collarbone, hugging you tight.
"I appreaciate you calling me yours…" He purrs making himself comfortable on top of you.
He cages you under his taller body, shielding you from the rest of the world.
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"You smile so blissfully, Ch'acah." He notes, taking a sip of expensive tea.
You spent the whole night in each other's arms and now you share breakfast in the hotel particulier with the rest of the night who spent the night here too.
You do smile, eyes fixed on the ring, admiring it joyfully.
Maybe a bit naively.
You catch a sight of Medaewda in the corner of your eyes.
And she does too.
She immeditely approaches your new fiance with a bright smile and a calculated cleavage.
"Patriarch!" She hums, a hand on his shoulder.
He doesn't look at here, keeping his eyes on his questis to follow the laters news.
"Take off your hand." He says.
" I had hope to… Excuse me?" She asks, her the side of her smile twitching.
"Take.Off.Your.Hand.Medaewda." He articulates colder.
She frown, but takes it off.
"What's gotten over you, Thurfian?"
"It is Patriarch Thurfian to you. I am enjoying a meal with my newly betrothed, and we would appreciate being left in peace."
She looks at you furiously, and you can't help but show off the ring with a satisfied little smile.
"Suit yourself!" And she walks away fuming.
You let out a breath, relieved that she left it at that. For now…
"Will it be okay? For future negotiations, I mean." You turn to your Chiss.
"I can manage her no problem. Worry not."
"Okay. I trust you, Thurfian."
He smirks, checking his feed of news, while you return to the contemplation of your ring.
That is when you notice something engraved so thinly it is barely visible.
You squint.
'To my one and only, forever yours'
❤❤Happy Pride Month❤❤
Thank youuuuuuuu @thrawns-backrest
alternate version:
Hello! I saw your request were open and was wondering if you would be willing to do Yandere! Thurfian headcanons with a human darling? 👀
I think it would be really interesting! Especially since darling likely wouldn’t have anyone to help her out expect Thrawn, and we all know what happened to him.
Love your works!
THANK YOU!!!! For allowing me to write about Yandere Thurfian, I was suffering internally for so long... I may plan to write all those headcanons as a full fledge fic
Thurfian x F!reader
Tags : Yandere AU, Obsessive and jealous behaviors, Mates system and culture, NSFW implied, Thrawn gets cockblocked, Thurfian wins
After being saved by Captain Thrawn from certain death, you are saved from becoming a UAG lab rat, both with his support and that of a mysterious benefactor, and you are sent to the Mitth Estate with an electronic tag.
You're not hired as a Syndic's aide, but as a maid. You help clean the rooms, cook dishes, serve the guests during receptions, and tend to Patriarch Thurfian's every need.
You have to wear a uniform like every other house personnel member. It is quite elegant, if not a bit too form-fitting. You ask your superior if you could have a size up to be more comfortable, but the answer is always the same: "There is no size above available right now." The uniform consists of pants with a white chemise and a suit vest, like all the others, but you're just so tight in it.
Which is obviously on purpose. What better way for Thurfian to enjoy your womanly curves when you have to bend down, or when you breathe and the shirt's buttons threaten to burst from the pressure. It is just low-key enough for him to ogle you without getting caught. You're told to suck it up and shut up.
He always looks at you when you turn your back to him while doing your job. He silently appreciates your human female body and imprints it on his eyelids.
Thurfian likes to bully you. Trying to get a rise out of you. Demeaning your hard work and efforts, telling you that you don't do enough of a good job (yet never firing you from his personal care), to the point that you feel tears behind your eyes. He takes a sick pleasure in making you sad or angry.
It is his punishment for you.
How dare you haunt his dreams and plague his thoughts like that? You… Alien!
How dare you be so free-spirited? How dare you not focus exclusively on Him? Him, a Patriarch of the Nine Ruling Families of the Chiss Ascendancy! No. No, you prefer that Captain Thrawn and his queer mind and odd demeanors!
Thurfian could offer you everything you ever wanted: fortune, status, glamor, and utter devotion like no other. In fact, he WANTS to give them all to you. In exchange for your total submissiveness and blind loyalty to him.
This is not too expensive a trade-off, no? You just have to sign away your life to him to be pampered til you are both dead. This is such a simple choice! An obvious response! An easy answer.
And yet
Yet he sees fire on your cheeks when Thrawn is around, being all polite and proper to you. He sees how you oggle the charming Captain when he talks with you about your culture, those eyes so sweet and endearing… You should only look at your Patriarch in such a way! No one else! Especially not Thrawn of all people!
Thurfian silently notes down all your meetings with the Captain in his mind, with a red-hot branding iron, barely listening to whatever futilities Zistalmu might be saying to him. He just observes from afar, eyes fixed on you both, sipping his black wine in perfectly controlled ire.
He hated how, each time he tried to break you, to mold you to his desires, Thrawn would appear with a calm face and gentle, polite compliments for you. He should learn to stay in his lane and know not to touch what isn't his!
And you should finally learn who you truly belong to… Delicious little bird.
But he also wants to play a bit, too…
It wasn't too complicated. A masqued soiree, elegants yet anonymous robes you never saw that would never betray his true standing, coiffing his long mane in a modest but solid braided bun and appearing in the room like an anonymous rich patron of the Mitths, a trending model at his arm.
You were so busy working, running around to fill glasses, not realizing who you were talking to with all those costumes and domino masks… Perfect.
He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you gently, yet firmly in an adjacent corridor, his full mask covering his regal face and distorting his voice. You were none the wiser. He offered sweet words of reassurance and friendliness, telling you not to work to exhaustion for stuck-up, xenophobic assholes.
He just told you what you wanted to hear all this time, offering you what you craved the most here: Understanding and empathy. "It is just harmless fun. A round and we become strangers again, little dove. Just a way to let some steam off…"
You accepted.
And that was your most fatal error.
His blessing.
He lets you get out of the sheets as promised, never having to take the mask off for a second. You didn't know what you truly did, to his delight.
But you discovered it soon enough.
As Thurfian expected and observed, Thrawn, oh so mellow Thrawn, tried his chance with you. You were both exalted and could not wait to get to it; you could barely join your bedroom without undressing the other, and when the moment arrived finally…Thrawn freezes in pure shock.
You look at him in surprise. Why…. Why did he stop? Did you do or say something?
He gulps with difficulty, "Did you… Share the bed of a Chiss before me?" He asks sternly, but with a hint of fragility in the tone.
"…Yes? During the masked soiree. An elegant masked man came to me and…" You explain. What is wrong? You were not yet with Thrawn at that moment; you had every right to find partners. Why does he seem so… Distraught?
"(Y/n)… You are mated." He reveals gravely, "We can't… We can't proceed any further."
And Thrawn explains to you everything, how Chiss mate for life once they find their partner.
"But… But it's ridiculous! It was only one time…!" You plead, "It is more than enough.", "So… So what? Does it really matter? Why can't we-", "(Y/n). Ch'acah…. We physically cannot. Your body will know I am not your mate and will violently reject me…", "But… But…" You start to process what Thrawn is telling you, everything hitting you like a ton of bricks, "I couldn't say who it was. I never saw his face…!", "You were claimed by a male who wished to remain discreet, even from you."
You burst into tears. Distraught. Devasted.
"Ch'acah, be really careful. He could come back to claim you.", "But I do not know who it is!", "You can't trust anyone, Ch'acah, I… I am sorry."
Thurfian grins silently, his hand covering the earpieces linked to the hidden mics in your room, plenty satisfied by what just ensued… Thrawn can't access you anyore, and you do not know who laid claim on your person. You do not even know how truly close he is. Nor when he'll come collect his due.
Perfect.
The next months are agonising for you. Your body craves and demands that ignominious, anonymous man and tolerates physical touches from other people less and less… Last time your superior tried to catch your attention by grabbing your shoulder, you let out a paiful scream, and discovered the burnt imprint of his hand on your skin under your chemise… Thrawn can't even embrace you to soothe your sorrow anymore… Mere brushes send jolts of pain through your body.
Your life is hell now. You are alone, isolated, and terrified…
"Approach, human." Thufian demands, sipping his morning tea in his loosely tied silk kimono, his long black-blue hair loose in his back. You could be enchanted by that sight… If he was not such a mean soul!
How many times did you isolate yourself to cry after one of his comments. Whatever you did, you were never good enough, and he liked to remind you that if he wasn't satisfied with your service, he could order you being taken to the UAG as a lab rat, and this time, Thrawn won't be able to help in any manner…
You approach gingerly. He looks you up and down, appreciatively, silently, with his usual smugness.
"You look tired, human."
"I… Yes."
"A pity. You should find someone to relax, you won't go much farther like that." And he returns to his screen in complete indifference.
This time, you broke in front of him. You hide your face in your hands and cry out loudn shaken by ugly sobs. This is just so much to take in, to endure and suffer trough…
Who?
Who is the deviant who did that to you???
He stands up, "Ah. No need to cry, little bird." He says… Embracing you from behind, without your body rejecting him.
The air is punched out of your lungs as you understand in a micro-second.
…Him!
"I can console you, if you so wish, little dove…" He whispers with his deep voice in the arch of your ear, pressing himself to you.
You struggle, try to get him off you, but he is simply too strong. You open your mouth to scream, but he pushes two fingers in, your words choking on his knuckles. "Now, now… You were so sweet last night, let's keep the same demeanor, would you?" He sussures sweetly, words dripping like a corrosive poison. "I longed to have you for myself for so many months, Ch'eo Ch'acah… This is only the beginning…"
Sorry for the shitty layout, Tumblr is stubborn .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.
Incredible things are happening on Chimaera Island
art by @thrawns-backrest
Thurfian x Thrawn
Rush hours. A closet. Darkness. A stolen moment and promises...
Tags: short, sweet, kinda pre-relationship, rut mention but SFW
"Not now, Trial-born!" Thurfian hisses, "I am awaited."
But the grip around his body doesn't loosen. In fact, it tightens.
"Yet here you are, Your Venerante." The melodic voice of Thrawn responds, uninterested in Thurfian impatience.
"Let go of me."
"No. I do not feel like it."
"You flirt with insolence, officer."
"I had in mind I was flirting with you…" Thrawn expertly opens Thurfian top collar button.
Thurfian huffs out an annoyed sigh. Thrawn may have pulled him in a dark closet to stole some affection out of him, but the Politician is a heavily requested man, and people will look out for him swiftly.
If Thrawn wants to keep the secret between them two, he better let go rapidly, and quietly.
"I do not have your time, soldier boy."
Thrawn barely grins as the tip of his fingers caress his Patriarch's collar.
"You can make some for me, I am sure."
And Thrawn pulls on the collar, to reveal the delicate blue skin of Thurfian, peperring the softest kisses on his neck, merely brushing the skin like butterfly wings, before taking a long lick across the back of the nape.
Thurfian doesn't fail to notice Thrawn's hand traveling south, grazing his chest, brushing his stomach and heading toward his groin.
"You are demanding lately, Thrawn." He simple notes, regally.
"Mmmmmh… The rut does to all of us." Thrawn barely responds, prefering to focus on the vulnerable, tempting neck in front of him
"Then you are terribly unexperienced, young man." Thurfian snort. "And indelicate."
And with a strenght Thrawn didn't knew him, Thurfian breaks free of his embrace, making it look effortless.
"We have courting rules and rituals for the rut, boy." The older tell the younger with a rich smirk, readjusting his expensive robes and closing back the collar, "I like champagne and rich meat with dark wine sauce. I like luxury and comfort."
"You have all that and way more, Patriarch." The young man raises an eyebrow at him.
Thurfian shakes his head with a chuckle.
"You take it easy, lately, Trial-Born. You make yourself comfortable. You are not the only one hoping for my attention and favors. Follow the rules. Bend the knee. Abide by protocols and procedures. Court me…" Thufian squints at the young officer, flashing his white fangs with his grin, "And I might entertain the idea to spend the rut with you…"
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Thurfian on the left and zistalmu on the right !
Part 3 for our favorite xenophobic Chiss!
Scrumptious art by @thrawns-backrest❤
Thurfian x F!reader
Tags: Fluff, mention of attempted assault, smut, dry humping, wet humping, P in V, creampie, mate system and culture, established relationship
Part 1 - Part 2
"... And those files need your signature, Patriarch." Thivick says, sending the files to Thurfian's questis.
Thurfian reviews the files in silence. Land legislation, Adoption prospects, negotiations with magnates, etc. Another day filled with work to the brim!
Thurfian opens a drawer to take out a bottle of pills and swallows two of the capsules. Thivick remains, silently observing his patriarch with pursed lips, following the bottle of mood stabilizers with his red gaze with some sort of... disdain.
"What?" Thurfian asks authoritatively.
"Nothing, your Venerante."
Thurfian's eye twitches at his aide’s impertinence.
"Do not lie to me, Thivick." He warns, "What?"
Thivick straightens his back, looking at his Patriarch from all his height.
"You still did not mate, did you, your Venerante?"
Oh, so that's what this is about!
"Is that a problem perhaps?" Thurfian taunts
"Sir." Thivick says almost softly, "You know this is a problem."
"(Y/n) is not ready for it." Thurfian simply explains.
"I doubt we should give her judgment such a weight."
"Oh, so you advise me to rape my wife?"
"Sir." Thivick chuckles, trying to appease the situation, "You know I would never even think about such a thing." His stern expression returns, "No. But if you wish for your reign to be long, you know you cannot remain mateless for much longer!"
"I have been mateless for 50 years, and I did wonderfully. You think I cannot continue for 30 more years?" Thurfian demands, unnerved at his aide.
"Sir, you know what happens to mateless... Their minds decay."
"Am I senile in your opinion?"
"No sir."
“Did I show any early signs of being senile?”
“No Sir.”
"Then refrain from those 'suggestions' of yours." Thurfians hits him with.
"You know I simply wish to help you, Sir. The Mitths accepted (Y/n)'(F/n) despite her alienness because we thought you would mate rapidly and stabilize your and the Family's situation at the same time."
"But the Family is more than stable, if I recall. Who solidified our relationships with the second and fourth family? Who signed the exclusive exploitation rights of the mines of Terajar? Who adopted 35 new Merit Adoptive in the last 6 months? Who financed a large campaign of children's vaccination in our core worlds?"
"You, Sir."
"Did someone complain?"
"Nobody, Sir."
"Do you have something to complain about?"
"...No, Sir."
"Good." Thurfian hissed between his teeth, "Now get back to work."
Thivick remains still, fixing his Patriarch as his shoulders slowly lower down.
"Sir... You know you cannot continue this way. You know about the history of our species."
"I have everything under control.”
“There are rumors, Sir. Rumors that the Speakers and Syndics Primes are looking among themselves for your... Early succession.”
“Are they now?”
“You are a great Patriarch, your Venerante, you would be an amazing one if you stabilized yourself.”
Thurfian observes his aide before chuckling, full of venom.
“Come on now, Thivick. You will never make me believe you actually care about my person, you dropped that pretension the day you let Mitth’ali’astov threaten me with your Charric.”
“Sir, I-”
“You’re dismissed." He cuts him short with a dismissive hand gesture.
Thivick bows and exits the room, leaving Thurfian with his files and choices.
And demons
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You enter the Patriarch’s suite with a long, satisfied sigh. That was a very good training session! One of the kind you love. Now, a good shower!
You head to the large wardrobe to grab a towel, when you notice Thurfian’s bedroom office is lit up, informing you he is still working. You wrap the towel around your neck and gently knock on your husband’s door.
“Ch’acah?” You ask, sliding your head through the doorway.
Thurfian turns his head to you, seated at his desk with a pile of files and documents all around the room. He grins sadly at you, extending his hand to you.
“Yes, Vutucni?”
“It is passed 8 pm.”
“I know.”
“You work since 4:30 am.” You approach, looking around the large office, richly decorated.
“I know.” He assures you, grabbing your hand to squeeze it.
“Did you at least take a nap?” You wonder.
Thurfian darkly chuckles.
“Am I such an old man that I need to take afternoon naps now?”
You purse your lips.
“You are a strong man with an overly packed agenda.” You counter, “You deserve to sleep as anyone else.”
“Would it please you if I take tomorrow off?” He proposes.
You raise an eyebrow at him, unconvinced.
“Because you can take a day off on a whim, now?”
His sad smile stretches.
“No, you are correct.”
You shake your head, rolling your eyes. Thurfian got that bad habit of promising you Csilla, and then going back on his word because his work demands his entire attention. You forgive him because you love him, but sometimes you would like him to be frank with you and stop promising the moon and the stars.
He pulls you onto his lap, forcing you to sit down on him to hug you.
“I am sweaty!” You protest.
“So?”
“Your robes!”
“That’s what washers are for. Let me enjoy a minute with my Ch’acah.” He shuts you down, pressing your head rest on his shoulder as his arms snake their way around you.
He deeply inhales your musk deep inside his lungs, your sweat only deepening the scent and carrying more of your feminine pheromones. It tickles his nose so deliciously.
“I must be smelly.”
“You smell delicious.” He takes a deep breath, a low growl starting in his broad chest, "As always."
"Flatterer!" You laugh.
He kisses your neck, his arms circling your waist.
"As always." He gently tilts your head toward him with your chin between his fingers and tenderly kisses your lips once before parting from you, "All right, I need to work. Go to sleep, Vutucni."
"Did you at least eat?" You inquire before standing up.
"I will grab something to eat rapidly later, do not worry about me." And Thurfian gently pushes on your back to get you to stand up.
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You sigh, feeling the cover getting pulled off of you. You open one eye, and in the dark of the room, you see two shining red eyes dancing in the void before settling right in front of yours, feeling a pair of warm, large hands circling your lying body to hug you tight.
You close back your tired eye, snuggling into Thurfian's embrace and enjoying his musk of honey, liquor, and tea leaves.
A scent you share with him, he told you. You're good with that idea. Smells very good.
"Are you awake?" His deep voice whispers in the dead of the night.
"… Yes." You admit, refraining from a yawn.
"I am sorry."
"It's… Okay…" You press your face in the crook of his solid neck, hugging him back.
You let his steady heartbeat soothe you back to sleep, your cheek pressed on Thurfian's solid chest.
So comfortable.
So cozy….
“I love you.”
You reopen your eyes wide, frozen in your husband's embrace.
In the cover of the night, hugging you tight against him in your shared bed, he said the words like they burned his lips for months and years now, that he dreamed of repeating and whispering without end in your ear. After so long, after so many trials and obstacles, it feels like he needed to get it off his chest, to openly admit it to you.
“I know.” You simply respond, cuddling in his arms.
Thurfian considers you in silence, his thumbs caressing your body.
“Do you?” He asks in a breath.
“Thurfian.” You finally chuckle lowly, “We are married. You chose me against everyone’s wishes.”
He indeed did that. The ceremony was of great splendor and obscenely opulent. Thurfian spared no expenses for your wedding, rubbing the Mitth’s wealth into everyone’s face, to the point of it being truly ludicrous.
You knew Thurfian loved money and the real comfort and luxury it brings, but it was too much for you.
But this was also his wedding, a Patriarch’s wedding, and those are never, never cheap.
It took 10 seamstresses to sew your traditional Chiss robe for the ceremony, heavy with expensive fabrics, precious threads, and fire gems. It was absolutely beautiful but also very heavy.
Thurfian demanded the most expensive robe to be made for you, drilling into everyone’s mind that, human or not, you would join the Mitth family with the same rank and honor as any Chiss Patriarch’s spouses before you.
Whether they like it or not!
You drank the ceremonial tea in the same cup and painted each other’s hand tattoos as the Chiss tradition asked before all the guests. You shared the first dance, opening the ball, partied an entire week, Thurfian taking breaks from the festivities when his Patriarch duties called for his presence, but came back into your arms as soon as he could.
And you were married…
Together at last.
Despite everyone's reticences, your fates were linked together in the eyes of the Warrior and the Maker. It was you and him against the Universe.
"I just hope you do not regret it." He finally whispers.
"Why would I?"
"Chiss are not tender toward outsiders. But you know it already."
"I do. Yet I choose to stay and marry you. For better or for worse, I chose you above everyone else."
Thurfian grabs your hand and gently presses it to his mouth.
"And I am forever grateful."
"I am a Navy officer, Ch'acah. I can bear Chiss' close-minded attitudes." You remind him.
"Indeed. You are strong." He approves, a smile audible in his voice.
"You tend to forget it." You gently mock, booping his nose tip.
"Because I love when you remind me of that part of you." He chuckles.
You shake your head with a grin and capture his lips. You feel his hand caressing your arm as you tenderly kiss, keeping it modest and chaste.
As always.
Since your attempted assault, your husband has been more than attentive to your cues about intimacy.
Meaning there were none.
Your sex life is non-existent.
To no fault of Thurfian, he was always a caring and loving man when he had time off the clock, showering you with presents and kisses.
No.
You were the problem.
Always afraid and trembling at a mere touch, a simple dark room awakening your ptsd;
But… It was years ago.
You grew.
You feel more at ease and now…
Now you think you can make the jump.
At least try to…
You kiss him like you always loved to do, while your hands travel his body. They first open his tight collar to gain access to his large chest. You caress his solid neck, his clavicle, his shoulders, his pecs…
Thurfian sighs a moan into the kiss, enjoying your so rare caress. It's true you have been quite cold in the intimacy department, and it is more than due time to satisfy your husband's cravings.
And yours…
You keep opening more buttons of his pajama's top, brushing his ribcage, his stomach, his navel, and lower belly, earning a hiss from your Chiss.
"You are quite explorative tonight, Ch'acah…"
"Am I not allowed?" You mewl between kisses.
Thurfian parts a mere inch from you, his shining red eyes all that you can see.
He looks at you with sadness, longing, and deep, raw desire.
He has nothing against exploration, but do not give him hopes you know you'll tear from his hands at the last second…
But you intend to give him more than hope.
Very real and tangible action.
You claim his lips back and brush the hem of his pants with your fingertips, teasing his pubic region as you feel his abs contracting under your loose touch. You brush it back and forth, from one hip to the other, enjoying his reactions very, very much.
And then you go for it.
You slide your hand into his pants and grab his cock fully, making him hiss once more. But before you can go any further, his large hand grabs your wrist to stop you.
"Ch'acah, this is not a good idea." He berates you.
"And why not?"
"Your trauma. You are still healing. We should not rush anything." He explains.
And for some reason, those words anger you tremendously.
"Who are you to tell me what I need to heal?" You hiss at his face.
Taken aback, Thurfian blinks at your impudence and sudden forwardness.
For a moment, you battle each other's gaze to see who will back down first.
No one did. Instead, you softened your stare and cupped his cheek.
"I know you only want my happiness, even at your health's detriment, but… I really want to try tonight. I feel like he would do me good to experiment sex again, with someone who really loves me."
He doesn't release your wrist, but you see his resolution faltering in his red eyes.
"Thurfian, I want you. I desire you. I want to feel your burning skin on mine, the weight of your body on top of mine…" You murmur, "Don't you want to jump with me?"
"Are you really sure about yourself?" He asks, "… I do not know if I will be able to stop myself."
"On the contrary." You caress his cheek with your thumb, "I know you will be able to stop if needs be."And you capture his mouth again.
Thurfian is unresponsive at first, still holding on to his first hypothesis about your trauma.
But…
Ever so slowly, you feel his lips starting to dance with yours once more, opening to meet your tongue and hug it tight. His hands grab the back of your head and your back, digging into the material of your pajama, a low growl starting to resonate in his large chest and throat.
You gently start to jerk him off.
Slowly.
Steadily
Teasing his fat tip, already leaking pre-cum in your palm.
Driving him absolutely insane…
He told you.
He explained to you the burden of the Chiss race and especially the weight of the Patriarch position inherent to their political system and genetic predispositions.
If a Chiss individual does not mate, they run the risk of mental and physical decay.
A terrible fate.
And a tragedy for a Patriarch.
And you know for a fact your Patriarch is a non-mated, and you've been playing with his patience and endurance long enough; he earned his relief.
He earned his health stabilization and his mental improvement at last after more than 5 years of marriage.
You feel his long cock thickening in your palm, getting rock solid, and stretching exponentially.
Not so long ago, that prospect would have terrified you.
But right now, you can only crave it.
Crave all of him.
You mewl as Thurfian's hand travels under your top to grab and knead your sensitive breast, twisting your nipple and circling your aureola tenderly, while he starts to attack your neck with his lovebites and nibbles.
He suckles your thin skin hard and well, playing with your boob like a stress toy, but still careful.
And suddenly, he makes you roll on your back, getting on top of you with a loud growl, looking down at you, his long hair framing his handsome face as he presses both your hands on each side of your head.
He is heavily panting, painfully hard by now.
"I do not know if I have it in me to be gentle." He reveals between gritted teeth, "I desire you so much I need to devour you entirely… I am at my wits' end, and if you indulge me… I do not know what I am capable of. Tell me to stop right now."
You gulp.
"I trust you, Ch'acah." You tell him.
"Do not tell me that, stop me…! Or I will break you to pieces…"
"Then do it." You take a big breath to muster your courage, "Break me beyond repair. If it is you, then it is all right, my love…"
You wince as you feel him digging his nails into your hands, his muscles rolling under his thick blue skin, breathing loudly through his nose, like a predator salivating at the view of prey. He rolls his shoulder, grinding his erection against your clothed pussy.
But still.
He resists.
"Take me, Ch'acah." You sussures like a succub, "Mate with me…"
This time, it seems he forgot how to breathe.
"Do I have your authorization…?" He gasps, torn apart, but hopeful.
As a response, you circle his waist with your legs and start waving your hips against his groin.
And…
He dives in.
He crashes your lips together, invading your mouth with his tongue to dance with yours, robbing you of all your breath, kissing you so hungrily it feels like he is about to bite off your tongue.
He puts in so much pent-up energy and lust, you already feel soreness in your jaw.
But he does not stop.
Nor slows down.
He devours you like he never did before, reveling in your taste and embrace.
He brushes his crotch against yours hard, desperate for any friction with you. Too blissful to finally have access to your delicacies, he loses himself in you.
In your warmth.
It is messy
Erratic
Animaslistic
You feel your cunt getting wet with your slick and drenching your bottom pajama by the second. He humps you with a strength born of despair and longing. You can feel the imprint of his girth on your slit as he undulates his hips firmly, like he is trying to shape you for his cock.
Very soon, the friction of the clothes on your sensitive and puffed-up lips is more irritable than exciting, and you try to get rid of your little shorts by struggling between the bed and Thurfian's mighty body.
He quickly takes note of that and releases your hands to grab the hem of your bottom and pull them out of his way. He parts from you to tear his top off and pull down his pants, revealing his glorious cock to you for the very first time in 5 years of marriage.
And you already cannot get enough of it! Why is he not already pounding you down? Why is he still out of you? This is extremely offensive to you! Very hurtful!
You grab his arm forcefully to pull him down on top of you immediately and bite his ear as he smears his cock and your cunny with his pre-cum and your slick. You feel him pressing his shaft back and forth against your slit, lubrifying his length nicely and good, brushing your excitable clit torturously.
He waves his entire body over yours, weighing you down so good, you cannot help but dig your nails into his shoulder blades, making him groan into your ear.
You are leaking, wetting the sheets and your skins, and it did not escape him.
He parts from you to grab your legs and push them down, so he can lie on top of them. He grips his soaked cock and fists it up and down 3 or 4 times before pressing his tip to your entrance…
You shudder.
But this time, this isn’t from fear or stress, but anticipation and desire.
You crave all of him.
You want to be consumed by the flames of his passion.
You want to be devoured entirely, so he may feast on you.
He looks at you, face hovering over yours, mere inches apart.
'Stop me.' He begs with his rubies.
"Take me, Ch'eo Ch'acah." You grab your thighs to make sure he has ample space, opening you wider for him.
He growls lowly, a rumbling sound escaping his thick throat.
And he pushes in.
He enters you with his entire girth and length, stretching your inner muscles wide open, invading your secret temple in one swift movement. He pushes all the way and buries himself up to the hilt, groaning loudly in the crook of your neck, your legs pressed between your two chests.
Leaving you open
Vulnerable
Defenseless before that man you call yours.
"Ravri'ihah…!" He curses, panting, "You're so wet and tight!"
"You… You're so big!" You gasp for air.
Thurfian makes a circle movement, making sure his cock rubs all your inner walls, before pulling out.
And ramming it back in.
And he starts fucking you.
Hard.
Good.
With minute precision, like everything he does.
He punches all the air out of your lungs with each thrust, pounding you down into the mattress with sheer strength.
He hits all the spots and stretches you to your maximum. You feel his rigged edges grazing your G spot and the others, deeper inside of you.
You gasp and moan loudly, the tips of Thurfian's long hair tickling your cheeks and neck as he ruts into you.
The heavy bed under you complains heavily under Thurfian's efforts, while the bedroom slowly but surely gets filled up with the characteristic raw scent of sex. Your ears get filled up with groans, moans, flesh hitting flesh, and lewd wet sounds
You feel goosebumps traveling your skin, getting wet with sweat, while you try to breathe in the folded position. Thurfian keeps you well open and weighs you down into the mattress with ease.
Chiss are just naturally stronger than humans; you had the occasion to test that while sparring with Grand Admiral Thrawn years ago.
"Ravri'ihah! You feel so good, Ch'acah! You're so warm!" your husband exudes, licking your cheek with the flat of his tongue, from your jaw to your temple, "How do you feel?" He presses.
"Do… Do not stop!" You manage to slip between thrusts.
"I can't!" He lets out, "You feel too good! I want to live buried inside of your sweet cunt, vutucni!" He roars, attacking your neck.
He dicks you down harsh and good, plowing you down like an animal, purring loudly into your ear. He undulates his hips with excruciating precision, proof that he is not as far gone as he pretends.
And that he knows his art.
Well, so do you!
You clench your inner muscles, kneading his cock, contracting your pussy expertly.
And judging by Thurfian's erratic thrust out of a sudden, he did not foresee it.
Nor foresee all the sensation it would give him.
"You will be my death, Ch'acah! How do you do that?" He begs, sweating under the effort.
You feel him holding on by a thread, on his knees before you.
So he decides to pound faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
He impales you on his cock mercilessly, diving into your warmth with delight. You feel your inner muscles all puffy and gorged with blood, acting like a fluffy pillow for his shaft, and he seems firmly decided on shaping your inside to his measures.
He suddenly rises on his knees, forcing you to put your toes on the mattress for just a modicum of stability, and, taking advantage of your hips in the air, he lunges his cock inside of you with force.
This is the moment you realize you are really not dealing with a human male. A human his age would already be done, or asking for a time out to drink a glass of water. But he seems none the more tired. He looks ready to continue for a moment, maybe even after you've waved the white flag.
You dig your nails in the sheets, feeling him rearranging your guts so easily, your head hitting the bed frame rhythmically. Your mouth hangs open as raw pleasure courses through your veins like pure electricity, spasming your limbs and your cunt.
Thurfian throws his head back with a long rasp, his fingers digging into your hips as he ruts into you steadily. His eyes were no more than orbs of pure red, with no pupils visible, and illuminating the bedroom as well as a bedside light, and you can admire both your bodies dancing with each other in a deep red light. It gives a very steamy ambiance to the scene, and you are not complaining in the slightest.
"Your body is a Warrior's gift!" He rasps, "My absolution taken human form…! I want to ravage us until we fall, broken to pieces!"
You feel so close to the precipice; he'd better not slow down for a second! You feel your orgasm creeping on you, rising and rising in your veins like a wave, and you hope it will destroy everything like a tsunami.
"I'm so close, Ch'acah…!" you warn him with haste.
You are so darn close…!
With just a little more… Just a little longer…!
And then.
You feel something clicking inside of you.
Like something was finally in place in your soul.
Like you were a mess of a spirit up until now, and you never knew it.
And now, peace and balance were finally brought to you on a silver platter.
And as a direct consequence, a knot buried deep inside your core snaps harshly. You cannot refrain from the scream of his name escaping your mouth as your orgasm crashes upon you, wrecking you beyond repair.
White, burning energy scorches your nerve endings and sets fires to your body, your soul and mind boiling hot, your orgasm melting into your tissues.
Eyes closed, fireworks explode behind your eyelids while you gasp for air, your pussy spasming around Thurfian's jolting cock.
Your relief propels his, and after several erratic thrusts, he buries himself deep again with a loud roar and comes inside, painting your insides in pure white as he falls on top of you, the thread holding him snapped clean.
You are both panting, sweaty, and exhausted… But satisfied.
Thurfian manages to stand up on his elbows to kiss you once more, long hair framing his gorgeous face. It is soft, loving and warm, and you needed it.
"How was it?" He asks, recovering easier than you.
"It was really great…" You pant, caressing his cheek gently.
"Did you feel it?"
"Feel what?"
"The mating bond is put in place."
"Oh… That was it?" You realize, "It was… Surprising?"
"Did it hurt you?" He worries, his eyes a sea of red.
"No. Not at all, do not worry." You smile tiredly at your Chiss.
He kisses your forehead with a long purr, hugging your tired body tight as he rolls on the side.
"Did it hurt you?" You ask, head resting on his solid chest, feeling his heartbeat.
"No, quite the contrary. It felt great. I felt…"
"Complete?"
"Yes. Complete is the word."
"Same. It's like I had a veil in front of my eyes, and it has been lifted."
"We are mated now, Ch'acah." He tells you, caressing your hair, "We are together for ever."
You snuggle into his embrace.
"Good. I don't want it any other way!"
"You take it better than a lot of mateless species partners." He notes.
"You told me what it entailed. I knew what I was getting myself into."
"And you do not regret it?"
"Not for a second."
He kisses the top of your head, his purr deepening.
"Then I am glad. How are you? How are your ptsd symptoms?"
You focus for a second.
"I did not feel uncomfortable or scared for a second." You realize.
"Good. We should take things slowly…"
"You say that after fucking me like an animal in rut?" You chuckle at his silliness.
He clears his throat in embarrassment.
"I think you should take that day off, after all!" You decide for him, hugging him back.
"I think I'll take more than a day off." He carresses a strand of hair behind your ear tenderly.
You sigh, tired but happy
In the arms of your Chiss
Your one and true mate.