⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ Almost like it is true ⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆
Thrawn x F!reader
You try to rebuild your life after your accident, which robbed you of your memories with your husband, a Chiss Grand Admiral as handsome as he seems dangerous.
Tags: Yandere behavior (duh), memory loss, mention of a baby loss, slice of life, smut, p in v, breeding, non-con mentioned, kidnapping, deception
You look far away, the two suns slowly setting on the horizon while you sit on your lounge chair in the garden of the cottage, your short spring dress caressing your skin in the breeze of the evening.
You look down at your hands, fidgeting with the silvery ring on your finger, lost in your thoughts. You sigh, a bit tired and with a headache rising inside your skull. You feel you will spend another terrible night once more...
You jump as a pair of strong, blue arms suddenly wrap around your shoulders and waist.
“You look so lost, ch’eo Ch’acah. Is there a problem?” A deep, rich voice whispers in your ear.
You slowly relax as you recognize your husband, the same ring on his finger, hugging you tightly and pressing your two bodies together.
You can’t say you are fully relaxed around him yet, but what can you really do? He is your husband after all, and you cannot just crush his feelings by demanding he stop being affectionate.
You’re in this mess by your own fault after all.
“I’m just thinking.” You say with a small voice, “I am still finding my footing.”
“Of course, Ch’eo ch'itiseb. This was such a nasty fall, I am relieved you did not break your neck altogether and just lost your memories.”
You twitch at his words.
“It’s not easy for me.” You explain between your teeth, “I am afraid...”
“Of course, Ch’eo Ch’acah. I mispoke, my apologies. Losing your memories is traumatic and destabilizing. I am simply relieved you did not die falling down those stairs.”
“I know...” You say with a softer voice, trying not to escalate the situation, “I just have a thin skin lately.”
“It is perfectly understandable.” He squeezes you tighter, pressing his cheek to yours, looking at the setting suns with you.
You can’t believe such a thing happened...
Falling down the stairs and hitting your head so badly you just... Forgot everything? Even your own husband? Even the day of your own wedding?
The love of your life?
Your first memories date back to the day you opened your eyes in that large bed, bandaged and in casts, Thrawn looking at you intently, squeezing your hands in his, hoping for you to finally wake up.
You could tell you knew this man, but not from where, or who he was to you. He showed you the rings and made you visit the cottage you bought together, trying to spark a memory in your defective brain, to no avail.
You just accepted the situation as is...
You were a married woman, sometimes following your Grand Admiral husband on his ISD, or remaining in the cottage to paint.
According to Thrawn and some articles he brought you, you were a prolific artist, and you used to have a lot of success on your planet. He showed you pictures of you standing next to your pieces in galleries, proud of yourself.
He bought you a lot of painting supplies for the cottage, even encouraging you to try new forms of art to mend your spirit. Really, Thrawn came in clutch in this situation, remaining at your side at all times, supporting you in your lowest moments, supporting your talents and hobbies, being present in each step of your healing journey.
And you can’t even remember him...
Instead, his presence ignites a spark of fear inside your stomach each time you feel him behind you. You are jumpy each time he enters your field of vision.
Like a woman forced to live with a perfect stranger she knows is dangerous.
What kind of wife are you?
“Oh, my beloved. Why those tears?” He asks, wiping one away with his thumb delicately, “Are you in pain?”
“I... I... I feel so awful.” You admit, breaking down, “You are here for me all day and all night, and I can’t even remember how we met. I am so sorry, Thrawn...”
“There is absolutely no need. You are alive; that is all that matters to me. You will remember in due time.”
“I even forgot my feelings for you...”
“Do not feel bad.” He pulls your head into the crook of his strong neck tenderly, “You will find them again.”
You sob, pressed against the tall Chiss, curling over yourself, in a self-soothing motion.
“Look at me, Ch’eo Ch’acah.” He enjoins softly, tilting your head to make you look at him, cupping your cheek, “No matter what happens, I will always be here for you. No matter what you say or do, you have my undying support forever. You are my wife and Ch’acah, and I shall not abandon you in such a situation of distress.”
“I guess... I am lucky then...” You admit with a sad smile, wiping your drying tears off your cheeks.
“Why?”
“For having such a doting and supportive husband despite my failings... I guess a lot of partners would get discouraged and abandon me to my pain. Yet, here you are, still with me despite everything...”
“You are my entire life.” He confesses lowly, pressing his forehead to yours, “Losing you would kill me.”
He brushes his nose tip to yours gently. You can feel his breath on your lips, and you feel your throat drying out.
You are a lucky woman indeed
Such a devoted man, looking out for you?
And he is quite... Stunning too, you must admit. Your heart sprints in his presence both because you are still a bit afraid of him, and because he is terribly seductive...
A combination troubling you slightly, but you suppose the fear will slowly disappear as you get comfortable with that man, and disappear entirely when your memories come back.
If
They come back...
“You are blushing, Ch’eo Ch’acah. Your body temperature is rising exponentially.” He notes playfully.
You gulp, unable to hide your inner turmoil from the infrared vision of your Chiss.
“I guess I am.” You chuckle, a little embarrassed to be so easy to read.
“It is adorable. Would you allow me to kiss you?”
You gulp once more, your throat dry like the desert.
You have not kissed since you woke up in the wedding bed, bruised and lost. Thrawn was very respectful of your consent and comfort, only caressing your cheek or brushing a lock of air behind your ears and hugging you from time to time.
“I... Yes.” You accept at last.
Maybe it is time to try something new... Maybe it will unlock a memory. And maybe you should not deprive such a doting husband of affection for so long. Thrawn cups your two cheeks lovingly in his large palms, tilting your head up, and presses his lips to yours.
It is so soft, so careful, like you could break into a million pieces under the pressure...
You gulp as you respond to the kiss, your lips dancing with his, trying to remember moments with your husband, first dates, first time holding hands, first love declaration...
But
You can only feel
Hot
Like you were swarmed by a real fire, burning everything around you in deep darkness despite the huge flames.
This...
Thrawn licks your lips with his tongue, demanding access to your mouth as he deepens the kiss, getting more and more demanding by the seconds.
You open your mouth to breathe, and he takes the opportunity to rush inside with his wet limb, meeting and hugging yours irrepressibly. His hand moves to grab a fistful of hair, his second one grabbing your naked thigh.
The kiss gets more and more pressing and desperate as he forces you to lie down on the lounge chair, following the movement to lie on top of you, weighing you down in place.
“Thrawn...” You try to slow things down
But he doesn’t seem to hear you. He pants as he devours your mouth, kissing you so deeply you cannot take a single breath yourself, keeping you caged in his strong embrace with ease. His hand travels your naked thigh up and down before rising up north, near your unprotected panties.
A single thought rings in your head
Danger! Danger! Danger!
“Th-Thrawn!” You bite his lower lip to force him to release you at last.
He parts from you, eyes heavy with fever, his chest rising up and down strongly as he breathes like he is coming down from a trance.
“I am sorry...” He pants heavily, “I lost control, but I just cannot resist you... Forgive me, Ch’acah.” He asks in a breath.
“It’s okay...” You soothe him down, swallowing your fear down, “It’s just moving a bit quickly for me...”
“Of course, ch’eo ch'acico. This was an error on my part. We will not take things further until you are fully comfortable.”
“I am sorry, Thrawn, I am-”
“No need, Ch’acah. Your comfort is my priority. Do you wish me to leave you alone for the evening?”
Someway, somehow
Yes
You want to be as far away from him
But he his your loving husband, you can’t just treat him like a stranger.
This is a fine line to walk, you sigh.
“No. Stay with me for a bit.” You propose in a low voice, “Hug me for a moment, please.”
“Anything for you, Ch’eo Ch’acah.”
You snuggle in his embrace, both looking at the dying suns, barely more than a thin line of light in the darkening sky.
Trying to calm down your beating heart.
But the alarm rings still in your head...
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You run
You are exhausted
Out of breath
But you run
Everything is on fire, all buildings are falling around you, people are running everywhere, screaming, panicking. Children are crying on the side of the road for their parents, lost somewhere in the crowd.
You hold your bloody shoulder, limping the best you can. Behind you, the building you just escaped from crumbles on itself, burying the last unfortunate souls that were still trapped inside.
What is going on?!
You precipitate yourself in a narrow street not yet touched by the flames to take back your breath, panting hard, and when you spin to look back at the disaster, something grabs you from behind, forcing something on your head.
You jump into a seating position, screaming in the night, breaking down crying.
Thrawn wakes up next to you immediately, turning the bed light on before turning to you.
“Ch’acah? Ch’acah? Ch’eo (Y/n)? Are you all right?” He tries to get your attention in your state of panic, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to ground you in reality.
Away from the flame and the pain.
“Talk to me, Ch’eo Ch’acah.” He demands, pressing you against his heart, holding you close, “Everything is all right, you are safe.”
“I-I... I thought I died!” You sob and gasp, “I was burning alive!”
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. There are no flames. You are home. You are safe.” He whispers and repeats, caressing your cheek gently. “Breathe, Ch’acah. Calm down.”
You keep sobbing, gripping his black top desperately, inhaling his musk deep down your lungs to calm down slowly.
After several minutes, you finally calm down, sighing longingly in your husband’s arms.
A nightmare.
Another one...
Will you one day spend a single night in peace?
Will you ever?
“Are you feeling better?” He whispers lowly, not to push you around.
You nod, sniffing loudly.
“Do you want a treat? We have your favorite ice cream.” He cradles you.
“Okay...”
You go down the stairs hand in hand, Thrawn guiding himself in the darkness with his glowing red eyes before lighting the kitchen up. He immediately heads to the fridge to get your ice cream out while you tiredly sit down on a chair.
You sniffle, hugging yourself. You let your gaze wander the place until it reaches a closed door.
A door Thrawn formally forbade you from opening.
“What’s inside that room?” You ask with a still broken voice.
He looks over the fridge door before closing it shut.
“I forbid you from entering this room, Ch’acah.” He casually but authoritatively declares, grabbing an ice cream scoop.
“But why?” You demand.
“I do not want you to see what’s inside.” He simply says, “It cannot do any good.”
“Why?”
“It is too soon. You are not in a good headspace to know about it yet.” He turns to you with a full bowl of ice cream that he hands to you.
You grab it with a spoon, your gaze keeping traveling between it and the locked door incessantly.
“I want to know.” You insist, lowering your spoon down the table.
Thrawn looks at you, hands spread on the counter as he leans slightly forward.
His gaze flickers for a fleeting moment, and he looks at you... Black.
He looks immensely displeased, if not angry, and his red eyes seem to burn with a dangerous fire. And as soon as it appeared, the emotion disappeared, back to his usual stern and detached expression. So much so, you doubt you just saw such venom in his gaze.
“Why do you insist, Ch’acah? You will only get hurt in your state.” He smiles sadly at you.
“I can’t trust you again if you hide secrets from me. You are forbidding me a room in my own home. We cannot rebuild our couple on stifled secrets.”
He considers you for a moment without blinking.
And sighs.
“I agree to tell you, but in exchange, I refuse to show you. Is that acceptable?”
You gulp. It’s better than nothing.
“Okay. Tell me.”
He purses his lips in silence, looking down at the counter like he is recollecting memories.
“It is a nursery.” He finally reveals.
“...Is it?” You ask with a white voice.
“At some point, we managed to get pregnant. You revealed to me in the most adorable way possible. I was in heaven.” He sighs, straightening his posture, “You? Pregnant with my child? I could not believe it.”
Listening, you unconsciously bring your hand to your lower stomach to caress it, imagining a weight inside.
But it feels very empty.
“The pregnancy was not carried out.” He drops, without sugarcoating it, “We never knew why. Doctors hypothesized a low compatibility between our species. We lost the baby.”
You receive the words like a punch in your sternum, cutting your respiration.
“We prepared this room for them. I was preparing an extended leave to help you for the first months. We chose the color of the paint for the walls together... We chose plushies and toys... You refused to enter that room since the foetus... Evacuated your organism. You asked me to lock the room and throw the key out.” He completes with a pained expression on his handsome face.
You press your two hands on your stomach, like the baby would burst through your entrails and end up on the table, crying and whining for their parents. You take deep breaths to not cry again, but the pain is very real
And very strong.
“I am sorry, Ch’acah... I knew it was not a good idea.”
“No, it’s... No.” You decide, “No, I asked to know. And I should face it some day or another... Thank you for telling me.”
“Are you all right?” He asks, grabbing your two hands to squeeze them gently.
“I am... It will pass.” You affirm, silencing the needles piercing your stomach all around, “Did you throw the key in the end?”
“No.” He confesses, “I always had the hope... That the room would still be of use for another baby. I understand if you get mad at me.”
“No. You did well.” You nod painfully.
He raises his gaze at you carefully.
“Not long before your fall, you would have screamed at me for hoping for another baby.” He reveals, a hint of fragility in his tone.
“Maybe you are the one in the right.” You bite your lower lip for a second before squeezing his hands back hopefully, “The grief must have been strong in me, and I was simply not prepared for another little one. But... I don’t want you to lose all hope for a full family.”
He details your face carefully, a spark of hope igniting in his glowing eyes.
“Really, Ch’acah? Can I truly hope for us to have a new baby one day?”
You gulp and nod.
“Yes, Thrawn. You can...”
He skirts the counter without releasing your hands and embraces your smaller body tenderly.
“Thank you, Ch’acah. You have no idea how happy it makes me.” He whispers.
You hug him back.
This is for the best.
But why then?
Why do you feel bitter toward your husband then...?
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You let the warm water roll over your body. You sigh, face under the water jet, washing yourself with a bubbly shower gel.
It is relaxing and soothing.
But not in the way you hoped...
You cannot calm down the burning fire in your core, making your legs tremble. It has been some time since you received some tender attention on your flesh, but you cannot bring yourself to ask Thrawn...
Something deeply, deeply buried in your psyche forbids you from asking your husband for physical love... Like it was linked to a traumatic memory.
Surely about your stillborn... This is the only logical explanation.
You take a deep breath. Whatever the reason is, here you are, hot and bothered.
You don’t even think Thrawn would be down, honestly. He looks quite... Agitated and moody. He spends a lot of time in his personal gym lately or locks himself in his office, keeping you away from him.
It’s probably for the best...
You grab the head of the shower to take it off its handle and let it travel your skin all around, slowly guiding it south, toward your lower lips. You sit on the ground and open your legs, orienting the water jet toward your pussy.
The water hits your sensitive pussylips nicely and with good pressure. You guide the head up and down your slit pleasantly, your thighs trembling slightly as the pressure goes up and up in your veins.
You open your slit with your other hand, letting the jet beat your clit rhythmically. You gasp, letting a whine escape. The bathroom gets steamier and steamier by the minute as you pleasure yourself in secrecy.
You moan again, closing your eyes as you slouch against the foggy glass.
You do not notice the door of the bathroom cracking open, letting a blue hand enter and grab something discreetly, shutting the door back.
You shake, legs spread open on the ground, the water warming up and up, until it gets too hot for the sensitive flesh of your cunt.
“Ouch!” You complain, taking it off.
You turn the water off with a sigh. The pressure was nice, but not ultimately sufficient to bring you higher. You get up, careful not to slip, and exit the shower. You wrap yourself in a long towel and head toward the mirror to apply your evening cream.
You are massaging some on your cheeks when you notice something through the mirror.
Your pyjamas disappeared... Or more likely, you forgot them in the bedroom.
You turn to where you were sure you left them before entering the stall. But by all accounts, the clothes aren’t here.
Crap
You’ll need to sprint to the bedroom to dress back up in this towel.
It’s okay... Thrawn locked himself up in his gym a moment ago, and he will stay in there for several more hours. You have all the time in the world!
You tidy your cream in the cabinet, shaken by a shiver of cold, and exit the bathroom. You head to the bedroom, letting a trail of water drops in your wake, holding your towel tight.
You reach the bedroom door and go to open it when your ears catch something.
It sounds like... plaints
Or rather moans.
“...(Y/.... .... (Y/n)...” you can pick up through the door.
You blink, hand frozen on the handle.
Is this what you think is happening?
Is Thrawn…?
You should not listen like a peeper! You should leave!
That’s when you notice the door is just cracked open, just enough to let a finger pass. You gulp, you should not do that, you should not...
But you cannot help but peek through.
You gasp, discovering Thrawn on his knees on the double bed, pants down his ankles, fisting himself harshly while gasping your name desperately.
“(Y/n)....! Ch’acah...!” He begs out loud as his hand runs up and down his length.
And what length it is! And what girth!
Your throat dries at that view. He has been way more than generously endowed. It should not come as a surprise, Thrawn is exceptionally tall and broad; of course, his member would be like the rest of his body.
You gulp, noticing your shirt of the day in the palm of his hand as he caresses himself.
You also notice he brings something to his nose to inhale deeply...
Your dirty panties!
“Ch’acah! Ch’acah! Ch’acah...!” He accelerates his touch, throwing his head back, mouth hanging open to moan and whimper.
You are struck by such a vision.
Thrawn is a very handsome man, with a sculpted body, and discovering him in such a lecherous situation... You cannot help but press your thighs shut, putting pressure on your unsatisfied cunt.
You cannot take your eyes off him. You are utterly hypnotised by the spectacle, your heart racing in your chest.
Thrawn growls loudly, legs spread on the mattress, accelerating his movements more and more, thrusting into his own palm energetically.
Your throat dries up, your heart accelerates, your thighs press shut, and your legs shake lightly. You dig your nails into the fluffy fabric of your thin towel around your naked body.
You are utterly enthranced by what you are observing.
His glorious body is so breathtaking. How could you even detach your gaze from him for a second? His deep blue skin gleaming under the thin veil of sweat, his powerful muscles rolling under the flesh in an impressive fashion, the hypnotising shine of his red eyes highlighting the sharpness of his handsome features...
He is marvelously well sculpted!
You gulp, thirsty like never before, your breath no more than a mere whistle. Your core is now well awakened and pulsating under your flesh, irradiating desire through your entire body. You try to silence it by keeping your thighs shut and pulling on the towel desperately.
You gulp, throat dry like Tatooine, as Thrawn inhales your dirty panties once more with a loud growl of satisfaction. Your legs start trembling as you are frozen in your contemplation, completely hypnotised by such a view.
You cannot refrain from the breathy gasp escaping your lips, making Thrawn spin his head instantly in your direction.
Crap!
You try to walk away and flee, but you entangle your feet and fall on your butt when the door slides open wide, revealing Thrawn, panting, musky, dishevelled, and with fire in his eyes.
"Look who came to my door like a little thief…" He playfully mocks, lying against the doorframe.
Thank the Maker he put back on his pants! But the erection is unmistakable.
"Like a…? You're the one who stole my clothes!" You protest, stuttering, holding on to your towel for dear life. "You pervert!"
"I am not the one getting an eyeful." He counters.
"I… I…!" You try to bite back, but you don't have any rebuttal.
He busted you ogling him, and you can't defend your actions morally.
He squats, lowering himself to your level.
"It's all right. You can watch me if you want…" He purrs, caressing a wet strand of hair between your ear, "You can even join me if you so wish. I would love that."
Your jaw falls, absolutely mute, taken by surprise.
"I…"
"What do you think? Would you join your husband in bed for some fun? I think we both need it after so long." He proposes, tilting his head, amused at your reaction.
He caresses your lips with his thumb before gently parting your lips and pushing it inside. By reflex, you suckle on it before realising what you were doing, deepening his purr.
"Good reaction, but I need a more concrete response."
"I… Don't know if I'm in the mood for-"
"You are shaking all over, Ch'acah, your legs are trembling." He cuts, "Your core is glowing, I can see it flickering and palpitating through your towel." He lets you know with a dark, lopsided grin, "I would be more than happy to help take care of it."
You gulp, pressing your legs together, feeling completely exposed in front of this man.
How could you forget he could see right through you?
"I know you loved what you saw… You can have it anytime you want; this is all yours to play with." He muses, tilting your face to lick from your jaw to your temple, sending shivers down your spine.
He kneels, each leg on each side of yours, his arms circling your lower back to force you to rise up to him, nose to nose, his lips hovering over yours like soft feathers, his gaze devouring your vulnerable form like a carnivore delecting itself of its future prey.
You are utterly breathless in the grasp of this man calling you Ch'acah.
You feel your lower lip trembling with desire, your eyelids fluttering, your eyes desperately trying to find a neutral ground, but only finding his smooth blue skin, his enticing lips, his chiselled features, or his incandescent gaze.
You cannot look anywhere without him invading your vision. You are utterly trapped in his embrace, and the old alarm rings again, but this time…
You think it is your desires echoing in the depths of your mind.
Despite everything, you crave that man…
You crave his love and touch as much as you fear it.
But you've been terrified all this time, you want to grab what you want for once! So you swallow your doubts and nod.
"Okay… Let's go..."
Thrawn purr deepens, and he kisses your forehead before helping you get up, inviting you to the nuptial bedroom as your guardian angel, your man, your husband.
Your Chiss.
He closes the door behind you before pressing your two bodies tight together, claiming your lips. You close your eyes to focus on the taste of his lips, trying to call back memories of marital bliss before your fall, clinging to that man desperately as he explores your lips deeply.
He licks your lips, demanding access to your tongue, and you agree, parting them to allow him entrance. His tongue meets and dances with yours like that evening on the lounge chair. He explores your mouth and hugs your tongue tenderly.
But also voraciously.
His hand slides at the back of your head to take a fistful of hair to tilt your head up, still gently, allowing him to deepen the kiss even more, ravaging your lips with love and lust, while his second hand explores your back through the towel
Gently
Hopefully
Seductively
“Do you want it?” He asks again, raising his face slightly, hovering yours, “Tell me, Ch’acah, I want to satisfy you in all matters...” He insists, his voice deep and melodic.
Enchanting
Enthralling
Sinful
“Tell me, Ch’acah...” He breathes, the tip of his lips brushing yours like a soft tease.
You gulp as you feel his hand tracing its way down to your crotch, cupping your pussy in his warm palm, teasing your slit under the towel, sending shivers down your spine.
“I... I...”
“Speak your mind, sweet thing...” He chants lowly in a corrupting tone, eyes fixed on your lips, licking his like he were ravenous.
“I barely grasp the fact that... A man such as you is my husband and-”
“A man such as me?” He raises an eyebrow with an inquisitive expression.
“A... Handsome man.” You gulp, throat dry, fidgeting your fingers on his chest, embarrassed, “Intelligent and very sweet.”
“My, thank you, my love.” He grins deviously, “I can be so much more than that...”
“Like what?” You inquire with a trembling tone, still feeling his fingers toying with your slit between your thighs, shaking your legs.
“Like the man that makes you cum so hard you feel ready to faint.” He promises.
“This is ridiculous, how could it be possible?”
“You don’t believe me?” He teases
“Hardly.”
“You forget I am not a mere human male, I am a Chiss." He growls in the curve of your ear, making your core flutter in anticipation.
You squint at him, a doubtful smile stretching your lips.
"You forgot, but I used to make you scream until morning. That is my greatest accomplishment." He playfully brushes his nose tip with yours, "You will get to rediscover it tonight, Ch'acah… If only you would allow me."
"Do you promise to take care of me, Thrawn?"
"As always, Ch'acah."
"Then, all right… Ch'acah."
Thrawn's grin sharpens at your use of his native term of endearment.
He is your lover
Your Chiss
Your Ch'acah.
He takes a step forward, making you take a step back up until the edge of the bed hits the back of your knee, destabilizing you, and you fall on the thick mattress with a choked chuckle.
Thrawn looks down at you with his burning rubies, licking his lips voraciously at the meal you represent for him.
You bite your lower lip, opening a side of your towel to reveal your bosoms slowly and teasingly, making him gulp with hunger. He joins you on the bed to capture your lips once more, hovering over you like a storm darkens the sky, like a powerful predator who has finally cornered his prey. He purrs and growls as he claims your lips, his mighty muscles roll under his thick blue skin like a feline about to pounce. His weight keeps you pinned and stuck under him, but you don't want to be anywhere else right now.
His large hands cup your ribcage, caressing your skin and the curve of your bosoms, teasing you as they trace the lines of your hips and waist. You slide your hand under his arms to cup his large shoulder blades to keep him close to your burning skin.
But he doesn't want to be anywhere else but here, in your arms.
He pulls on the towel, revealing your nakedness fully to his scorching eyes. You shiver, but do not hide yourself from him. He pecks your mouth one last time before lowering to your breast, taking one in his mouth, licking and circling your nipple while he kneads the second one.
You arch your back into his mouth, moaning out loud as he savors you like he would eat a dessert. He sucks and hollows his cheeks as his saliva rolls down the hill of your breast, teasing your hardening nipple with the dart of his tongue. He moans in canon with you, titillating your desire with loud, satiated groans as he devours your body.
You quiver with the thrill and promises of the night, inviting such a man between your thighs is close to suicidal, but your rationality is no longer at the reins of your body that only obeys your carnal instinct now, shuddering with passion and pumping adrenaline straight through your veins, awakening a seething hunger that demands to be satisfied.
And only that hunk of a chiss seems tailored for such a role.
And you know he revels in challenges.
He pecks your nipple and kisses his way down, traveling the curve of your stomach to your hips until he reaches your Venus mound right above the frontier of your pubes, which he fondles lovingly, pressing his cheek tenderly to it.
"Ch'acah, I haven't forgotten what you told me that night. Am I still allowed to hope…?" He finally talks, his voice heavy with raw passion, but also fragile hope, as he looks up at you.
You take back your breath as you look down at him. That big man with such puppy eyes you never knew he had, glistening with faith and longing.
Longing for a baby to call his, a little boy or girl to hold and nurture patiently… For someone to call him "papa" at last.
You gulp, before such raw hope in these red rubies. Are you even the correct woman to offer him that child?
Why did a man such as him choose you among every other person offered to him?
But somehow…
He did.
He chose you.
Despite everything, he chose you.
"Yes, Thrawn. You can." You reassure him, fidgeting with the cover of the bed.
He nods with a low growl, lowering himself between your legs, opening them wide, displaying your bare pussy to him. You fight back the urge to hide it from his view, instead looking at the ceiling with apprehension.
You just got out of the shower, but you did not shave your pussy, and obviously, you cannot remember his preference in this domain due to your fall.
Urgh… So embarrassing.
"Lovely, absolutely lovely. I missed that precious cunt of yours, Ch'acah…" He growls before pressing his nose into your pubes, inhaling your raw musk deep into his lungs.
He exhales with a chuckle. You look back down at him with self-consciousness and confusion.
But he appears very satisfied with you.
Or your… Scent…
He kisses both your inner thighs and dives into your cunny without any more warning, making you jump in surprise! You feel his large, wet tongue taking sloppy licks at your folds, coating them with his saliva like he is marking his territory.
He goes long and slow, like he is delecting himself of a sweet dessert that he intends to savor at last. He alternates between the flat of his long tongue and the nervous dart, eager to explore you intimately like a lover should. You moan, feeling his textured tongue titillating your labia so easily, almost like it was a daily occurrence for him.
You yelp in slight pain as you feel his fingers wrap themself around the meat of your inner thighs so tight they feel like the talon of an eagle on your flesh. He holds you down like a prisoner of his passion, like a slave to his love, like a martyr of his devotion.
You are between his hands, and you are not going anywhere, any time soon!
You try to focus on your breath, but with each lick, he robs you of it so easily that it is maddening! Your thighs start to tremble, but he holds them down wide open for him, and no matter your effort, you do not possess the strength to go against him.
He trails your slit up and down with his tip, teasing your tight inner flesh with wonders and caresses. You dig your nails in the covers of the bed, feeling spasms starting to course through your limbs like electric shocks.
"Ah! Thrawn…!" You gasp as he locates your clit.
He hums in response, focusing on your palpitating pearl like it was his favourite treat.
He wraps his lips around it, making it roll between his teeth and whipping it left and right and up and down with his agile tongue, drumming it like a delicate but ravenous instrument.
And it is true… You are ravenous
You are starving.
You crave flesh and blood and heavens so high you lose yourself in bliss.
Each tongue movement sends quivers through your muscles, tingling your core. You feel it softening, getting fluffier as it gorges itself with blood to allow a member to enter you.
And oh Maker, you need preparation for such a member!
You mewl as Thrawn pretty much makes out with your pussy without any regard for your dignity or reservations. You are his feast tonight, and you will allow him to replenish himself as he so wishes.
He will feed himself on your love and life energy to leave you devastated…
Wrecked.
Broken beyond repair.
You know it!
In one way or another, Thrawn will be your death…
And tonight you feel like letting him do what he wants to you!
To flirt with danger and enjoy the thrill of being hunted and devoured without any mercy.
You exhale a choked breath at his skills. It feels so effortless for him, and you are at the end of your rope! Your lungs are on fire, you are sweating, and your muscles scream for relief to be so tense. You jump and arch your back as he slightly bites down on your nervous clit. He plays with your nerves and enjoys himself to the fullest! You wriggle on the bed while he purrs his delectation, happy with your reaction and your taste on his tongue.
"Oh my…! Do-don't stop! Please…! Thra-" Your sentence dies in a sob as he makes love to your cunt.
You can hear him drink your slick that does not have time to pearl out of your pussy, he immediately swallows it with audible satisfaction, drinking at the fountain of your core.
He sucks and suckles your excitable bud with abandon, like it is his entire life mission.
You cannot remember anything from your past, but you can say with certainty you've never been eaten out like that before!
His purr and growls are loud and unashamed and so terribly exciting to you.
You feel your core contracting faster and faster, your skin full of goosebumps and sweat, when a knot deep inside you snaps suddenly.
You cry, your back arching high, your thighs closing shut as a reflex, locking Thrawn's head against your cunt as you squirt into his thirsty mouth.
You feel the rush of your heart gradually slowing down, your thighs relaxing bit by bit, and releasing his head. You open your mouth agape to catch your breath, feeling each drop of sweat rolling down your sensitive skin with excruciating precision.
The fire that boiled in your core dissipates in a pleasant and cozy warmth through your veins, allowing you to relax, all the tension melting down like snow under the sun, while Thrawn licks you clean and tidily enthusiastically.
Your eyes closed, you listen to your heart, and Thrawn at work, feeling the usual scorching hot wave of your orgasm washing off slowly but pleasantly.
"How was it?" You can hear Thrawn's satisfaction in his deep voice, feeling him pressing his warm cheek against your inner thigh.
"Very…Intense. And tiring…" You admit.
Thrawn chuckles, kissing your skin before standing up to get rid of his pants and boxer, a wet stain on the front, revealing his impressive erection again. You fidget with your fingers and gulp in apprehension at that view.
"I need you like I need air." He huffs between his teeth, his cheeks purple and breath short. "I crave you like I crave victory… I desire you (Y/n), like I have never desired before."
You bite your lips for a second, crawling back on the mattress to allow him to enter the bed and align yourself together.
"I want you too, Thrawn… I am sorry it took so much time for me to-"
"Shhhhhhhh." He presses his finger on your mouth gently, "You have nothing to feel sorry for, Ch'acah. I am happy we are able to meet ourselves again."
You nod with a gulp before he cups the back of your head to kiss you again, savouring your lips once more. You moan, tasting yourself on his tongue, the salty taste prickling your tongue like micro needles.
He presses your two bodies together as he lies down on top of you, cornering you between him and the mattress, hugging you tight like he is afraid you will flee from him and abandoning him here. You imitate him and circle his neck tightly, capturing your man for yourself.
He parts from your mouth, pressing his forehead to yours, taking a moment to calm down.
To appreciate.
To synchronise himself with you.
At long last…
"Ch'ah ch'acah vah cseo visot, ch'eo ch'acah…" He whispers lowly, cupping your cheek lovingly.
"What does that mean?"
You have the general idea, but not the precise translation.
Thrawn chuckles and kisses your forehead.
"How about I show you instead?" He gives you a tight, loop-sided smile so cocky it makes you melt on the spot.
"Okay…"
He pecks your nose tip while his hands travel south of your body, grabbing your thighs to spread them open, and slides between them, letting you feel and appreciate his size against your wet folds.
You gulp as you feel his length brushing your slit. He is so long and girthy… How are you even supposed to fit him inside of you?
He coats his shaft nicely and well, his tip leaking pre-cum profusely before pressing it to your entrance.
"Please… Don't hurt me." You ask for reassurance.
He smiles at you tenderly, his rubies burning so bright, no pupils are visible anymore.
"Never, Ch'acah, never." He promises, brushing his nose tip to yours.
And he pushes his length inside.
He does it gradually, gently, leaving you time to adapt to his circumference, but his size his barely manageable. You feel him splitting you in two, your muscles stretching wide to accommodate him.
"Oh… My! How di-did we make it work before…?" You choke on one breath, mouth open in a perfect 'O'.
"With good foreplay and leaving you time to relax around me." He responds simply, one hand coming to caress your cheek. "Do not worry, I have never hurt you in this process before. Just relax, and everything will be smooth."
He pecks your nose tip as he keeps pushing his girth in, cupping your two cheeks like your face is the most precious object in existence.
"There… Slowly. Tell me if it hurts." He whispers with his melodic voice, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.
"No… It's all right…" You exhale, feeling all your inner muscles tensing all around him, digging your nails in his blue skin.
"Stop me any time…" He tells you as he keeps pushing deeper and deeper, reaching new depths inside of you.
When you finally feel his hips pressed to yours and he is fully seated inside of you, you let out a big breath through your nose, your flesh taut to its limit to allow him passage. Thrawn lets out a deep sigh of delight, suckling on the skin in the crook of your neck, caressing your cheek as he brushes your shoulder blade.
"Tell me when you feel ready, Ch'acah." He kisses a trail up your neck.
You swallow, letting the burning sensation melt slowly, feeling your inner muscles loosening up second by second.
And soon enough, the uncomfortable tension has disappeared for a pressing desire to have your husband rut into you with abandon.
"Move…! Move Thrawn, please…!" You order, tightening your grip around his neck.
"Everything for you." Your Chiss chuckles as he starts a back-and-forth movement.
He is careful at first, testing the water and seeing if your body accepts him.
When he is satisfied with your body's reactions, he accelerates his pace gradually, rolling his hips sensually and hypnotically. You gasp, his length pushing in and out through your wall, grazing and caressing your inner spots so deliciously.
The pace is stable, neither fast nor slow, but in a delectable in-between, massaging your inner flesh lovingly. You feel his fat tip hitting up to the very depth of your core, but it is not painful because Thrawn is careful and attentive to your cues and body language.
He modifies his pace and changes his angle before you even voice any complaint, because he knows you so well he can read you through your feverish eyes with disconcerting ease.
You never felt so seen, nor so exposed to someone at the same time.
You mewl when Thrawn bites down the crook of your neck as he undulates his hips masterfully, kneading you inside, snuggling his cock in your warmth and slick. The dance of your two bodies produces the most obscene wet noises you have been given to hear.
"Do you hear that?" Your Chiss asks, cooing as he takes a lick at your cheek, "She is giving me kisses!"
You clench around his girth, earning a chuckle from your man. He captures your lips languorously as he grinds into you steadily.
And suddenly, something strikes you.
You are already tired, but the pace is barely fast, and Thrawn is barely out of breath…
You are nowhere near the end of it, and you are almost at the end of your rope.
Now, the idea that you have passed out on Thrawn after, or Maker forbid, during sex, doesn't seem like a stretch at all…
You may have bitten more than you could chew!
Thrawn hums, calling you back to reality.
"Mmmmmh, all my nerves are on fire, I can feel all of you around me so… Profoundly." He muses, unbothered by the efforts, while you are starting to pant, drenched in your sweat.
Once again, fire starts in your core, your body heat skyrocketing through the roof while he keeps rutting into you. The flames paralyse you, sending shockwaves through your veins, making your pussy spasms all around his thick shaft.
"You are strangling me so tight, Ch'acah." He purrs between kisses, "This is delightful. Your cunt will be my damnation, and your soul my salvation."
And he stifles your response in a starving kiss, hugging your tongue and dancing with it while his entire body undulates on top of yours, caging you down.
"This is so good!" He growls, "I cannot get enough of you, I need more…!"
He tears your hands off his shoulders to push them into the mattress and intertwine your fingers together, robbing you of your oxygen with his demanding kiss and tilting his pelvis up to deepen his thrusts.
He gives you two swallow thrusts more…
And starts a breaking neck pace, rutting into you meanly, out of nowhere, hitting all the spots harshly and rapidly. You yelp in the kiss, helpless, biting his tongue in your surprise.
Thrawn doesn't even flinch as he keeps… fucking you like an animal, so far away from the careful man he was a second ago.
He ruts and pounds you down with his powerful pelvis, cutting your breath with each hit easily. You mewl and huff, trying to recover your senses, but your head is spinning.
The smell of sex
The wet noises
Thrawn's burning skin on yours
His moans and growls
His piercing gaze
His cock ravaging you without any mercy…
You are completely disoriented and lost in your own bed. You feel yourself falling and being pushed into the mattress with such strength, you lose your bearings.
Thrawn's hips snap and buck into yours powerfully.
The pace is brutal and relentless.
He ravages you.
Impaling you on his cock and burying himself up to the hilt as he hits all the spots, even some you never knew you had.
"Ah…! Thr… Thrawn…! Plea…" You try to slow him down to breathe.
But each movement of his cock inside you sends such warm pleasure that you are helplessly immobilised under his muscular body.
"I never forget a piece of art, and I remember each weak spot of your delicious body, Ch'eo (Y/n). I learned each of them by heart to have you begging me to stop and plead for my mercy." He chuckles darkly as he keeps plunging into you.
He rolls his hips into yours, anchoring you down with his cock. You open your mouth to speak, to say anything, but his thrusts silence you, letting only a gurgling moan escape your swollen lips while he devours you with his red, shining eyes.
"Th… rawn…!"
"I am not stopping until you cum and squirt on my cock, Ch'acah. It has been too long since I got to enjoy your pleasures, I need my fill of you…!" He promises between loud purrs, "I will breed you, ch'eo (Y/n), I will give you a baby. A little girl, like we always wanted. Leave it to me, Ch'eo Ch'acah!"
And he presses his mouth on your once more while he ruts into you like a jackhammer, the bed screaming under you two, threatening to break under the intense activity you engaged in.
The new pace is merciless and fast, flesh clapping flesh lewdly, but… It isn't painful? With his sheer size, you expected him to tear your flesh apart, and while you felt tense around him in the beginning, he succeeded in relaxing you, and now, you can feel his mass passing in and out easily, without a hint of pain!
You do not know how he managed that miracle…
But he did.
Maybe this is a sign you belong together? That your bodies are meant for each other?
For now, his large body does nothing but put you on your knees for more and more of him!
It's like a poison
An obsession
Life or death
You need this man on top of you, weighing down on you with his entire mass like a weighing blanket, protecting you from the rest of the universe…
With difficulties as your muscles spasm, you manage to wrap your legs around his solid waist, caging him in your warmth. His purr gets higher as a response, and he squeezes your hands in his.
"Vah csarcican't nan'eo k'usvosah, ch'acah. Vah cart bircun'i bah ch'ah sir seo..." He gently nips at your lower lip.
"Ma… Maker! Oh gosh! Thra… Thrawn!"
And just like that.
The cord inside of you snaps, and you cum right here and there.
You squirt on his length, your pussy contracting hard like it is trying to keep him inside. You arch your back impressively, your boobs getting pressed against Thrawn's wide pecs, your legs locking around his waist as your mouth is wide open in a perfect 'O' in a silent scream.
You feel your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami ravages a shore.
Destroying everything in sight.
"Ravri'ihah!" He curses, head snuggled in the crook of your neck, as he loses his rhythm.
His hips jerk and his thrusts become erratic until he pushes one final time, all the way up, burying himself up to the hilt. He lets out a long growl as he spurts his virile, creamy seed inside of your pussy, milking him for everything he's got.
And
Everything
Stops
You are left panting, sweaty and compressed between your husband's body and the mattress while he tenderly kisses your neck as he lies down on top of you, still buried inside of you. He lets out a long, satisfied sigh as he brushes the tip of his nose in the curve of your neck.
"That was fantastic, Ch'acah… How I missed your skin against mine…" He purrs
"Yes…" You gulp, thirsty and wet, "I need… I need a… nap, I think…"
And darkness takes you.
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Heat
Fire
Smoke
You wake up in a gasp, pressing the cover to your heart, the bedroom plunged into darkness.
You remain still, eyes wide open in the void, panting.
Then a sharp pain stabs your brain, almost knocking you out.
"Urgh…" You wail, a hand to your head.
You get out of bed, pathetically limping to your door
Screams
Flames
Collapsing buildings
You feel around for the light in the corridor, trying to reach the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face, but find nothing. You advance the best you can, half blind with the pain in your head.
You are drenched in cold sweat rolling down your spine, and you walk with a hand forward to not hit a wall headfirst.
Darkness
Two shiny red dots
A dark, melodic voice resonates in your head
You shiver, trembling with nausea. You barely know where you are in your own house anymore.
Where is your husband
Where are you?
Is… Is that… Your house?
Smokes in your lungs and eyes
Screams of the dying
A fireblaze in the city…
You running
And running
And running
And running
Barely escaping
You hid in a dark street and…?
Blackout
You remember the blindfold
You remember the handcuffs
You remember the jolts of the ship and the masculine voice telling you that soon, you will be home together…
You remember a warm, uninvited skin against yours.
The tongue travelling your skin
The forced kisses….
And always two shining red eyes looking down at you…
Is… Is that…?
You fall down on all four and vomit on your carpet, shaken by the cramps and the nausea. You cough and spit, ready to pass out.
The stairs…
A push behind your back.
Thrawn…?
Thrawn…?????
Did he…?
"Ch'acah?! Are you all right?!" The lights suddenly turn on, and Thranw hurries at your side, kneeling, his hands on your shoulders, "Are you ill, ch'eo Ch'acah?"
You yelp and slap him away, crawling on your butt to put as much distance between you two.
"Ch'acah?" He asks, worried by your reaction, "What are you-"
"You…!" You spit, terrified and out of yourself, "You… came at every one of my private viewing and hunt me down! You set the gallery and the buildings around on fire… You… You abducted me!"
You realise it as the words leave your mouth, all the memories coming back full force to your mind.
You see Thrawn's previously worried and caring expression melting into cold detachment.
Even… Icy fury…
"Wh-Why?" You ask, trembling.
"You would have never said yes."
"Yes to… To what?" You stutter.
"To share your life with me."
"Wh-What?"
And Thrawn's mouth splits into the most condescending and terrifying tender smile you've ever seen.
"Ch'acah… You are so gentle and pure. So precious and delicate… Someone such as me would only swallow you in insoluble darkness…" He murmurs with that deep voice of your nightmare, extending his hand to caress your cheek softly, "But the calling was too powerful, your absence was bleeding me of all life, I… I had to have you, do you understand, Ch'acah?"
You swallow a choked breath, not believing a word he was gurgling out.
"I understand you are crazy!" You scream, "Let go of me, freak!" And you spit at his face, trying to stand up on your trembling legs.
Thrawn seems to freeze for a second, before that icy cold fury takes over his eyes and he looks at you with his usual dead-stern expression.
"I see how it is…"
And he jumps back on his feet, circling your waist to lift you up and carry you on his shoulder like you weigh nothing. You scream and try to kick him and punch him in the spine.
He barely flinches.
He walks down the stairs and unlocks the nursery's door, flipping the switch on…
It's stairs
Going down into the ground.
You panic and hit harder, but he walks down unfazed.
You are suddenly thrown to the ground, landing on an old mattress, holed in some parts.
You land with a "oof", your breath cut short.
Before you can realise what this room holds, Thrawn grabs your wrist and locks something around it. You look and realise he just chained you to a nook in the wall.
"Wh…What?!" You scream and beg.
He pulls on the chain several times before judging it safe.
"Free me, you psycho! You-" But he presses his palm on your mouth, shushing you.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ch'acah. I will never unchain you, and you will never be free of me, all right?" He purrs, "Till death do us part, remember?"
You were never married, what is he on about?! You try biting his hand, but he chuckles and grabs your throat instead, squeezing it slightly until you stop fighting.
"There, nice and obedient. Everything would be easier if you stopped trying to escape, but…" He sighs before returning to his sick lovey dovey grin, "Never mind. You are here, and you will remain with me."
"K… Kill me now…" You manage to say, lacking air.
"No, Ch'acah, no. I would never do such a thing. I want you for me… I want you to give me a family."
You almost choke, your eyes opening wide as his second hand grabs your hip to caress it gently.
"Now, Ch'acah. You owe me a baby…"
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