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Thrawn walks in on reader fixing a rip in his uniform and he finds it really cute and domestic. And then it turns into smut

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: Domestic fluff, smut, cunnilingus, P in V, creampie, Prone bone, breeding kink, and just a smidge of vulnerability from Thrawn

"What are you doing with my jacket, Ch'acah?" Thrawn's deep, suave voice tears you from your reverie.

You feel yourself returning to reality and realize you completely zoned out while sewing. You blink, turning to your lover, keeping up with the repetitive motion of picking the fabric with your needle. He is returning from the Chimaera's gym in his black tank top, his muscles still pumping and buff, the thinest veil of sweat on his graying temples.

"Fixing a rip." You smile at him, refocusing on the white garment.

"A rip?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah… It's in the interior of the jacket, on the back. Here. See?" You flatten the fabric, pointing out where the delicate fabric started to tear.

He brushes it with the pads of his fingers, almost surprised.

"I did not realize it." He declares, deep in his thoughts.

"Oh well, I have an eye for that. I spotted it this morning while reorganizing our dressing." You shrug, finishing your sewing, sitting cross-legged on your lil kitchenette's stool.

"I should have spotted it." He simply points with the faintest hint of disappointment.

"Thrawn, you have the entire Chimaera to run, answer to the Emperor, deal with Lord Vador, those fools Krennic and Ronan, and even this…" You shiver, thinking about the man, "With Tarkin." You settle for cautious politeness. "You have other worries than a rip."

"I thought Tarkin was siding with my Defender Program and therefore with me?" Thrawn takes his hand off the garment to drop his gym bag near the entrance, taking off his boots in the comfort of the private Grand Admiral suite.

"He is only siding with you to…" You let out a sigh, tired, "Never mind. You're right, he is siding with you at the moment. But it won't last. Keep that in mind, love, please…"

"I will." He assures you.

You keep picking the fabric, closing the rip gradually, when you feel your fiancé pressing himself behind your back, his arms hugging your shoulders in a tender touch he only allows himself in the privacy of your room.

You smirk, indulging in his embrace as he presses his cheek to yours, observing your careful work, his thumbs brushing your shoulders.

"Mmmmh, feeling cuddly tonight?" You playfully ask.

"It is because of you, ch'eo Ch'acah…" He hums in your ear.

"Of me?" You snort, "Why is that, my good sir?"

"I do not know myself. Simply seeing you there, hard at work for me late in the evening…"

"I work for you, Thrawn. I work late hours every week!" You can't help but laugh.

"This feels… Different. Returning in the suit, knowing you will be here waiting for me. I anticipate your welcome hugs. I inhale your scent right at the door. I know you are inside, busy with something…"

"Domestic?"

"Yes." He approves, "Domestic."

He inhales deeply, his nose in the crook of your neck, before sighing with pleasure.

"I am not used to that. I feel protected. Taken care of."

Your smile slightly falters at his words. You turn your face to lovingly kiss his blue cheek, holding softly the other with your palm.

"I love you, Thrawn. I am here to protect and take care of you. As long as I live, you'll always have a place to return to..."

"And it brings me great peace knowing it, Ch'acah. I must ensure your safety and well-being as devotedly as you are mending my jacket."

"It's almost done." You peck his cheek once more, and your gaze returns to your needle.

He keeps still, holding you gently as you finish sewing dutifully, feeling the heat on your cheeks that your man, Grand Admiral Thrawn, is looking at your fingers working on his Official Garment so intently. And slowly, his purr starts rising in the silence of the room, craddling you in warmth.

You giggle when he reassures his grip on you, pressing you tighter as he tenderly kisses your neck, and-

"Ouch!" You take your finger away immediately, a pearl of blood already beading at your fingertip, "Crap…"

"Ch'acah? Let me see." He demands, gently raising your hand to his face to observe the wound better.

"It's nothing, just a little prick."

"A prick that could get infected. Come."

You let him take you to the bathroom to take out the Bactagel container and a small dressing strip from the cupboard. He opens the faucet and put your finger under it while he grabs some disinfectant.

You let him clean and dress your wound, which doesn’t need the level of care he is giving, and allow yourself to enjoy his attentions on you. Him always distant and stern on the Bridge, always so busy, still finds the energy to worry and care for you.

You just love that man so Maker damn much!

"Why are you smiling, Ch'eo (Y/n)?" He asks, raising his eyes from your hand, bandaging your finger.

"Nothing." You feel it stretch wider.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not at all. Thanks, love."

"It is nothing." He contemplates your hand in his, smaller in comparison.

And lifts it up to kiss the medic strip carefully, like he feared you were made of fragile glass. You open your mouth agape in surprise, the faintest gasp escaping your lips.

"Sorry, I wanted to be of comfort. Was it unbecoming?" He inquires, his burning jewels on you, pressing your hand oh so tenderly, his emotions swirling with worries to have crossed a limit.

"No. Not at all." You promise him.

And to prove it, you close the gap between you two, cupping his face with your free hand, and press your lips to his. It is casual and a bit messy, but you'd be damned if it didn't feel like ecstasy. Even his worst kiss feels better than the best of your exes, leaving you parched for more, thirsty for his lips, and hungry for his touch.

And…

You get the feeling he is getting the same idea. He releases your hand to hug you, sliding his hands under your shirt to explore your back, brushing the hem of your bra, tapping the clips holding it closed. You circle his neck and grab a fistful of his blue-black hair to pull him down against you, prisoner of your grip.

You mewl in the kiss, enjoying yourself thoroughly, titillating his desire with moans you know he loves to hear from you. One of his hands abandons your back to travel south, getting a feel of the hem of your pants before entering it to grab one cheek by the handful. You cheekily giggle, pecking his lips a final time before caressing the side of his face.

He presses his cheek in your palm, like he failed to realise he was finally safe, here, in your embrace, after all those years of uncertainty…

"I want you, Thrawn."

"I desire you too, Ch'acah." He kisses your palm, his hand holding your hips to keep you close, "Can we…?"

"Why do you think I am telling you that, silly Chiss? Come with me."

He follows you silently, his large hand in yours, holding on for dear life. The bedroom door barely has the time to close on you two, he seizes your hips to make you spin and captures your lips greedily, embracing you tightly against his muscular body. He groans and purrs in the kiss, caressing your back and holding your head with a solid, yet delicate, fistful of hair, while you grab onto his tank top to pull him closer.

Like it was even possible to be even closer than that.

Yet you want him so much closer. You want him deep in you, like he could slide in and take residence under your skin. Being one at last…

He keeps advancing, making you walk backward, until the back of your knees hit the bed, making you lose balance and fall on top of the mattress. You look up at him from your station, while he looks down at you.

Still.

Towering over you like a storm cloud, his flaming red jewels glowing so much more in contrast to the light behind him, giving him a halo, sculpting his athletic body in pure, raw light.

He gets rid of his black top, throwing it in a corner of the room as he puts a knee on the mattress, before hovering over your lying form with a brooding expression you know so little of.

"Is something wrong, Thrawn?" You ask gently, raising your hand to cup his cheek, as the light of his eyes dims ever so little.

"If something ever happened to you… I truly do not know what I would do." He reveals, standing on his palm on each side of your head, sinking into the fluffy covers.

"You will go on. Like you always do." You simply answer, knowing it to be true.

Both of you knowing it.

"But should I not stop? Cease all course of action and mourn?"

You contemplate him, at a loss for words.

"You should indeed. Take time for yourself and rest until you feel better… But we both know you won't, don't we?"

"Is it… Bad?" He barely gulps.

"It is how you are. And I love you for yourself. Not any other man."

"Sometimes I wish I could stop time to enjoy and truly savor my blessing to be with you. Be able to wear a ring on my finger like any married man."

"Then stop time with me tonight, Love. Enjoy me and my love in our sheets. We don't need rings, only each other."

He kisses your palm, his gaze getting resolute like you always knew him.

"You are correct, Ch'acah, as always." And he lowers himself to kiss you again.

He cages you under his large body, his swollen pecs squeezing your boobs, his lips exploring yours like a conqueror.

A love conqueror.

You part your lips to meet his tongue with yours and taste him after so long. Not to say you are dissatisfied with your sex and love life, but you are both high officers, and even if you live in the same suite, your schedules can be so different.

So you enjoy those too-rare moments to the fullest while you can. As he does.

You bite his lower lip as his hands slide under your shirt to graze your waist and ribcage, barely brushing the cups of your bra like a modest man.

Modest, but not prude. You know better than that.

To your most perverted pleasure, Thrawn has his own deviancies that you enjoy fulfilling to see him roll his eyes in his head, mouth agape in a mute moan of ecstasy between your thighs.

Like breeding. A thing that has a real chokehold on your Chiss.

He leaks from his tip at the mere idea of getting you pregnant and heavy with his baby, ensuring his genetic material survival in a deep-rooted Chiss obsession they inherited from near total extinction after their sun died millennia ago, freezing their home planet.

His breath shortens, and his bulge thickens at the mere mention of you two becoming parents.

And you enjoy teasing him about that weakness of his, you'll admit it. You are not that innocent either, and if entertaining his cravings ensures you his attention and love for a moment, you're not above playing with his nerves and desires.

You always wanted children yourself, but no man was ever good enough to even seriously entertain the idea. Until you met your Husband.

Your Chiss.

Your Ch'acah.

You explore his wide chest with your greedy hands, rediscover his abs, claw his strong back, and grip his buff arms, enjoying his bigger stature as it deserves.

You always loved your men taller and athletic, and Thrawn delivers in this department.

He parts from you to help you get rid of your shirt, joining his own on the floor, before hooking your bra's straps to get it out of his way, gaining access to your womanly curves. He immediately captures one of your tit in his mouth, massaging the other with his large hand.

He sucks and suckles your tit, hollowing his cheeks, letting his tongue cross and lather your round mound to his heart's content. He never expressed any desire for your breasts to be bigger or smaller, like some of your exes commented; he enjoys them just as they are, reveling in their weight in his palms and their size in his mouth.

You undulate under him, caressing his neck and back as he honors your breasts, moaning for his pleasure, feeling your panties getting wetter and wetter by the second. He laps your tit with the flat of his tongue before drumming your nipple with his dart teasingly. He gives a last kiss to this one and turns to the other for the same treatment.

You feel some drool rolling down the hill of your breasts as he gives them his all, as everything he ever does. You mewl your impatience, squirming under him, trying to grind your hips against his to signal him to give your poor pussy some love, too.

He gets the memo, kneading your peaks a last time before kissing his way down your stomach like a beather would graze your skin.

So soft

So teasing

So much torture from your man!

You want him hard and deep in you already! But again, you know better.

Thrawn learned the ropes of love with you, and you taught him to be thorough, and he is nothing if not a dedicated student.

You growl for him to hurry now, but you know in five minutes you'll be begging for him to have mercy on you… And isn't all the fun, really?

He reaches your pants and takes a long lick at your Venus mound before opening your pants and pulling them off of you, getting rid of your shoes on the same occasion. You readjust your position and align yourself with the bed while he stands up to take off his pants and boots, leaving himself in his now way too tight boxer, trying to hold his erection inside without tearing, the fabric deliciously displaying a wet spot.

You growl your hunger, biting your finger while you eye your Chiss up and down immodestly, hurrying to join you and quicker than that, please.

He chuckles at your impatience as he joins you, lying on his toned stomach between your open thighs, kissing them reverently before hooping your panties' hem to let it slap your tummy, making you yelp in desperation.

"You are already so wet and dripping." He notes with satisfaction.

"Who's fault is that, silly Chiss. You are hard like stone!"

"And who's fault it might be, silly human. You make my head spin with your fertile scent. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting you again…"

"Then hurry up, I am at my wits' end! I can't wait anymore!" You complain.

You just want him deep inside of you after those weeks of forced celibacy. You crave his love and body on yours.

He looks straight into your eyes as he takes a lick at your inner thigh, toward your burning core, making you breathe through your nose, digging your nails in the sheet. He sniggers and presses his lips to your panties for a wet kiss, making his lips 'pop' with a devilish grin.

You moan, your thighs tensing in his hands while he tenderly kisses your covered cunt, enjoying himself and your reactions. He hooks the panties and slides them to the side, revealing your pussy to his hungry eyes at last.

He wastes no time and buries his nose in your pubes to take a big whiff of your sexual pheromones, titillating his more sensitive Chiss nose, picking up on your female pheromones, to his delight. He lets out a sigh of satisfaction before kissing your folds once more, without the fabric barrier. He lazily kisses them, occasionally torturing you with a quick lick with the dart of his tongue, making a mess out of you.

But he loves sex messy, and the wetter and messier you are, the more satisfied he is.

He lathers your pussy with his drool, conscienciously licking you up and down, making sure no part of your labia is forgotten. He works you up so easily, a mere twist of his finger or an inflexion of his deep voice makes you drip and crawl to him, like you were in heat.

And he indulges himself.

Yet, he's the one bending the knee, praying at the altar of your love, with you as his goddess and your body as his holiest relic.

Grand Admiral no more in those sheets, but a mere Chiss desperate for love and warmth, drinking the wine at the fountain of your lips, seeking his salvation between your thighs, humping the covers while devoting himself to you.

He secures your legs on his shoulders, gropping your thighs by the handful to ensure you are locked down in his grip as he feasts on your vulnerable pussy after months of unwilling chastity. He laves at your folds, getting acquainted with them again before trailing your slit up and down with the dart of his tongue, flicking your nervous bud with devious delight, admiring your shuddering at the mere brush of his wet limb on your pearl.

"I missed your taste on my tongue, Ch'eo (Y/n). You deprived me of you for so long, always drinking with your colleagues." He lets you know with a groaned sigh.

"You also neglected me! All those nights in your office for months… Heartless!" You retort with the steadiest voice you can muster while your Chiss relish on your cunt, way harder than it seems.

"We are both at fault, it seems. We should apologize to each other the entire night." He growls, making love to your pussylips and clit, lips smacking and tongue twisting, "I do not intend to let you go before you ease my worries and urges."

"I'll hold you on to that…!" You gasp as he gently nibbles your bud, "Now hurry…! I.. I can't wait much longer...!"

He tenderly bites the soft bundle of nerves, makes it roll between his lips, sucking on it like a lollipop, making you wet like a fountain, drenching his chin and the sheets.

You whine and struggle in his grasp, your thighs trembling as he sloppily plays with your cunt, alternating short and quick licks and long and slow laps with the flat of his tongue, his eyes right on you, burning your skin with their flames. Your core muscles quiver as your tight entrance gaps under his skillful attention.

You can hear him drink your slick out loud with his loud purr, quenching his thirst for you with your purest essence. Goosebumps appear all over your body, your organism reacting to the sweetest torture of all, your toes curling tight with each ministration. He focuses solely on your clit now, pushing your buttons and limits, observing how far he can take things before shattering you.

Your pussy gorges itself with blood, getting thicker and fluffier in preparation, while you leak out all over your man's mouth, to his greatest pleasure. Your core tightens and quivers quicker and quicker until, with a fateful flick of his tongue, a last drum on your pearl, you come undone on his tongue.

You mewl his name out loud, seeing stars behind your closed eyelids while you violently squirt into his mouth, your entire body tensing up, caging his handsome head between your thighs. He lets you come down, licking and kissing you consciously, pressing his cheeks against the meat of your inner thigh, nibbling it lovingly.

Your body finally relaxes, releasing his head and easing the pressure on his neck and shoulders.

"Ravishing, Ch'eo Ch'acah. Simply ravishing." He licks his lips gluttonously, his red eyes burning bright, illuminating your naked skin in a red hue, "I was long overdue to honor your body. Now, I need to feel you all around me."

You pant, taking back your breath as you slowly find your marks back in the bedroom after that ascension, and when you reopen your eyes, you see him hovering right over you, almost menacingly.

Yet you know, you are perfectly safe with him in all matters of things.

"Do you have a preference, tonight, Ch'acach?" He sussures with his deep, melodic voice that makes you melt so easily on the bridge.

"Mmmmh no… Do you? I always chose the position, don't you want to try one for once?" You offer, feeling heat spreading on your cheeks to be observed this close by this handsome man.

His gaze lowers to the side slightly, thinking about it for a short moment.

"I want to hold you tight, love."

"A classic missionary, then ?" You smile.

"No. Roll on your stomach and open your thighs, please." He demands softly, kissing your cheek.

You obey, grabbing a pillow to place under your chin to be comfortable. You shiver and giggle with anticipation under your breath as you feel his fat tip poking at your pussy, trailing your folds to mix your slick and his pre-cum. He pushes in just the very tip and takes it back, only dipping his crown in your soaked juices.

It makes the most obscenely wet noises you've ever heard from your tender flesh.

"Do you hear? She is giving me kisses." He whispers lewdly in the arch of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"It's a bit… Embarrassing to hear how wet I am." You laugh at yourself, a bit flustered and shy all of a sudden.

For sure, you were never this wet for any of your exes before. Thrawn has a chokehold on you like none before him.

"I take it as the greatest compliment, Ch'acah. You should not be ashamed to desire your lover this much. I feel no shame in craving your skin on mine…" He soothes you, biting your ear with a snigger, pleased with you, "Your dripping cunt choking my cock so hard I could pass out... Breeding you to my heart's content, enjoying you squirming under me, begging for more of me."

"Me… Meany…!" You playfully mock, gasping as he starts pushing his length fully inside of your tight entrance.

Oof! Each time you think it will get easier, each time he reminds you Chiss' and Humans' bodies are built differently. Thrawn is tall and large, even for his kin, and you can't do much more than keep your thighs open and pray he doesn't destroy your poor body.

He tuts you.

"Do not give me the attitude, Ch'acah. I know you dream of me ravishing you, you speak while you sleep." He lets you know with an audible smirk in his voice, even if you cannot see his face.

"I spea…? What?!'

He purrs louder, kissing the back of your neck as he keeps pushing it slowly, splitting you in two with his girth shaft, making your heart race in preparation.

"Yes, Ch'acah. I have a first row seat to an orgasmic performance. This is a delight to listen to your trembling voice begging me to finish inside… This is so tantalizing, I sometimes simply must join in the fun too."

"Oh dear Maker…" You whine, bashful.

Of course, you dream about your Chiss pounding you, especially when you rarely see him for an extended period, but does he have to tell it to your face with that smug, satisfied tone? Can't a woman fantasize about her man at night in peace now?

"Don't trouble yourself, Ch'eo (Y/n)." He sussures softly, caressing your arm up with his hand until he intertwines your fingers tightly, locking you with him, "I love that for us. I take pride in you still desiring me after all those years together. I love that you spare thoughts for me even in your sleep. This is so endearing and… Indecent." He kisses your shoulder to your neck before taking a long lap at your sweaty skin, "Salty… So full pheromones… So tasty I could eat you up in one bite, Ch'eo Ch'acah."

He finally sits fully inside, weighing your tummy down with how heavy and hard he is. He stuffs you so full, it chases all the air out of your lungs, and you can feel each vein and ridge with excruciating precision, molding your fluffy flesh to his measurements.

He hums his pleasure, keeping your hand locked with his, as he lies down on top of you, crushing you under the weight of his muscles, shielding you from the rest of the world in this intimate cocoon you share in secret from the rest of the Empire.

"I can feel your heartbeat through my tip, (Y/n). Do you realize how tight you have to be for that?" He keeps teasing with his sultry voice.

Fuck! The amount of time you got wet listening to orders on the bridge, and he knows this is your weakness! He uses it against you mercilessly.

"I'm not that ti-tight…!" You protest, gasping for air, feeling your body slowly, very slowly relaxing around his length, "It's you who are just stupidly big, you… Chiss!"

"Am I, now? Well, thank you again for your compliment, my dear." He laughs as you so obviously struggle to accommodate him in you, as always, "No matter who is what, as long as it works for us, don't you think, Ch'acah…?" He nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, purring softly.

He presses his lips on your skin like butterfly wings, waiting for you to get more comfortable to start moving. He knows how hard it is for you each time, and he hates the idea of causing you pain.

You pant out loud, digging the nails of your free hand into the fluff of the pillow under your chin, while he gently caresses a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing it lovingly.

"For so long, I thought this kind of… Domestic bliss was forbidden to me." He says barely above a whisper, hugging you tight, resting his chin on your shoulder, "I thought that… I would end my life alone. Far from home and my kins."

"Really…?" You ask softly, not wanting to refrain this, oh so rare, surge of vulnerability from your Chiss.

He hums a confirmation, grazing your skin with the tip of his nose, loving his face in your warmth.

"Yes. But the Warrior had it that I met you in this Empire. And suddenly, nothing was as certain for me anymore. Verities and Principles I held close to me became suddenly foreign and outdated. I craved to know you better, to know your line of thoughts and morals, to entangle your mind with mine. And you accepted me at your side despite all that I've done. And I am eternally thankful to you for giving me a chance of learning happiness with you."

You cannot help but laugh a bit at that, before coughing it up to stop.

"…You? 'You' are thankful to 'Me'?"

"Yes. Is it hard to believe?"

"I, huh… A bit, yes."

"I was trembling at night, hoping you would accept me as I truly am, in all my… peculiarity. And limitations." He opens up, a minuscule hint of tension in his voice.

"If it is of any comfort, Thrawn… I was doing the same. Hoping I'd have a chance with you and not get my heart crushed to dust. So, when you proposed to me a cup of caf, just the two of us, as simple civilians, I… I panicked."

"Really?" He asks, curious, but not pressing the matter, if you preferred to keep it to yourself, "Am I that terrible to be around?"

"You are… A very imposing man. You have a powerful presence, and it is intimidating. You are so intelligent and cultured, I was so terrified you would realize I am a bumbling idiot."

"You are not a bumbling idiot, (Y/n). You are a very clever, capable woman, and I learn more every day at your side. You had nothing to fear; I sensed all those bewitching qualities in you for a long time, and I longed to make you mine in turn for as long."

"Me too…" You tell him, "When you accepted my proposition for a second date, I was elated."

"If something happens to you, I could never forgive myself…"

"Then let's make sure nothing happens to both of us, so I can bring you back to your Ascendancy in one safe and sound."

"But would you stay with me there? Would you follow me to the confines of the universe to end our days in peace, far away from the Empire and its maneuvers?"

"I…" Your answer dies on your tongue before you can finish it, "I wish I could tell you the answer…"

"It is alright." He simply says, his thumb caressing your hand.

"Thrawn, I'm sorry, I-"

He shushes you lowly.

"It is no use to think this far yet. We are decades from that hypothetical decision. Let's just enjoy each other's company. I missed you…"

And to cut all possible pursuit of the conversation, he slides out of you, earning an ungodly moan from you as his ridges scratch all your spots, and slides back in.

He does it again.

And again.

And now he is peacefully thrusting into you, at a steady but languid pace, forcing you on your knees for him.

He is just so… So... So much to take all in!

You are stretched to your maximum to allow him to move, his cock so unlike what you knew before him. In measurements or anatomical quirks, his veins and textured ridges coursing his length, allowing him to titillate gummy spots a regular human cock could not.

Gummy spots you absolutely had no idea you had.

Depth you never knew he could bury himself in.

He goes slowly.

Takes his time

Savoring each inch you allow in

It is lazy, cosy sex. Sloppy and wet, but you'd be damned if you didn't love it. He can make you see stars with just one finger, so his entire shaft makes you experience a true Big Bang of burning sensations each time.

He is just that good.

He keeps on kissing your shoulder as he slides in and out gently, his free hand traveling under your tummy to toy with your little clit like a stress toy, making you clench instantly.

"I love when you do that, Ch'acah. You give me pleasure so effortlessly."

"I don't really control those reactions…!" You admit between mewls and moans.

"This is why I love your body so much, it is so reactive to my touch. It is such a pleasure to play with and to pamper."

You gulp, feeling sweat all over your body, rubbing on Thrawn's carved body.

"So wet. So tight. Whole mine to love." He bites your ear again, "And to breed…"

You whine at his lecherous words. Why does he have to make it so… Obscene? Yet your cunt reacts undubitably positively.

"I can feel you are in agreement with me, Ch'acah. I love that about you, too. Our goals align so perfectly all the time, isn't it just great?"

You bite your lower lip, feeling his mass moving in and out of you, his hips hitting your cheeks, his cock entering your pussy in ungodly wet sounds.

And the raw scent of sex seeps into your hair and into your sheets.

It is already delightfully dizzying for you, so you can't even imagine how it is for Thrawn, with his heightened alien senses.

He lets out a long growl as he slowly accelerates his rut into you, trying to get more.

To feel more.

To see how far he can push you both.

"I cannot wait to have you plump and leaking with my semen." He grouses dangerously, his voice low, "I need you full of me. I crave you full of me… Soon pregnant with our baby. Our love child. The crystallisation of all our hopes and ambitions…" He keeps accelerating.

You huff out, trying to breathe, but you can feel him reach all the way down here, punching air out of you. You grow tired, your stamina soon depleted, but he keeps on going, never fatering or slowing down. He growls out loud, his instincts taking the commands of his actions.

"Don't you want it, Ch'acah? A baby for us both? A little girl? Fuck, I… Tell me you want it as bad as me…! Tell me you want to give me an heir! To give life and an incarnation to Hope itself…! Tell me!"

This is not lazy sex anymore. When he starts talking about a baby with you, he loses it all and takes you for the ride of your lives. Now he is pounding you down energetically, slamming his cock deep in you in powerful thrusts.

It is energetic and frenetic. He gives you his all, impaling you on his shaft while he keeps torturing your clit with his flexible hand so easily.

You feel your core tightening, a scorching hot pool coiling in your flesh, lava poured directly into your veins.

"Tell me… You will always be here! That I will always find you back…! That I can return to you, no matter what…! Tell me, Ch'acah, tell me…!" He hurries you.

Begs you…

A home.

A family.

Love.

Companionship.

For all to not be in vain, in the end…

"Y… Yes! Yes… Thrawn! I'll… I'll always b-be here!" You let him know, fucked out of your mind, high on raw excstasy.

He twists and slaps your swollen clit, he abuses and slams into your puffed out pussylips. He rams into you like a ferocious bull.

Like a feral Chiss.

Like he loves to.

He hisses and harshly sinks his teeth into your shoulder, making you cry out in sudden pain, melting down in warm, numbing pleasure.

He snaps his hips, grinds them into yours, his pace becoming erratic, slamming them hard and true into you, until he buries himself to the hilt a last time, taking you with him in the abyss of pleasures.

Tension snaps like a knot in your core, and you pussy clenches and contracts hard as electricity courses your entire body, immobilizing your limbs, letting him do as he pleases. Pleasure floods you like a tsunami, threatening to shatter your mind for good in his embrace, your toes curling and your cunt squirting on his twitching, nervous cock, forcing your mouth open in a long, silent scream of his name.

And your body just gives up. Whatever was holding you together and sane just evaporates, and you slouch on the mattress, going limp under your husband's glorious body.

You whimper weakly, feeling his thick ribbons of seed spurting deep inside of you, your cunny milking him for all his worth, knowing her greed and her Maker-given rights.

Rights to be owned and bred by the best Chiss in existence.

That it is your privilege to you only.

You are his, down to the thinnest of hair.

And you own him, to the faintest of breath.

You let out a sigh, feeling him still leaking inside of you.

All comes to a halt.

You are both panting, holding on to each other, resting for a bit.

"Maker's sacks…"You mumble, drunk on pleasure.

Thrawn gently kisses your wounded shoulder, as to say sorry to have lost all control.

"Are you alright, (Y/n)?" He murmurs, hugging you tight under him.

"Mmmhmmm…" You can only respond.

"Do not move, I am not done yet… We need more loads to maximise our chances of conceiving." He tells you, already rested and ready to resume.