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The worst part about the contract with Kamino was the sheer, mind-numbing boredom of it all. There was no need for him to go out and acquire bounties, no need for him to scrap and fight and claw for everything he could ever want or need. The Kaminii, for all their flaws, were very generous with him. With his apartment (big enough to raise a growing boy into a man), his meals (Kaminii ration packs and any foreign delicacy he could have a hankering for), his pay (enough that it would take him several lifetimes to burn through it all), and his son (promised, but not yet delivered).It was everything that he had ever wanted, dreamed of, and worked for. Sure, the means of acquiring it was different than he had expected, but he had it all. Had everything his heart could desire and more.And still, he felt so painfully alone."Jango?" The door slid open without the use of the intercom and Jango relaxed his shoulders as much as he could. Only one of the Kaminii ever entered his rooms without so much as knocking, it had only taken shooting one of the galley staff delivering his meals for the day for them to learn."Taun," He turned, giving her a firm glare as she stood in the small front hallway, her hands folded in front of her as she stared down at him with those big, round black and silver eyes of hers. He bit his tongue, choosing to not let the threats that instinctively pressed against the back of his teeth spill out of his mouth. They had never made any difference and Jango was fairly sure that any begging for her to use the damn intercomm would not come to any sort of fruition."It's time for your weekly contribution," she said simply, smoothing her hands over her abdomen and the front of her skirt's heavy belt. "I thought I might assist."In the three years since Jango had first been contracted by the Kaminii government, he had come to learn a thing or two about the locals.Their mouths were full of small, needle-like teeth with short, clumsy tongues, most of their language deriving from their long throats. The noises reminded him of purrgils going through hyperspace, singing their ethereal song. Their long history of eugenics had made them nearly identical, with minimal variation between faces, bodies, and even their genetic markers. They were a purely asexual species, reproducing solely via cloning in the same way that Bith had been perfecting in a bizarrely parallel fashion. They were, also, inherently curious people, lacking anything even close to an ethics board in their pursuit of all forms of knowledge in regard to their planetary-wide industry.Taun We was an excellent example of what it meant to be a Kaminii. She had been assigned to Jango three years previous when he had applied and then been accepted into the contract for their newest line of clones, a military-grade series that he had been promised would do his name and people proud. She hadn't been part of the interview process whatsoever, and even now he couldn't quite put his finger on what her job was within Kamino's walls. She was important to him so that alone seemed to give her a certain level of pull within Tipoca City's walls.Whatever he wanted, Taun We could get for him. She was always available for him to call, at all hours and days. Any questions he had she would answer, any worries he might voice she would soothe away in her calm, self-assured way. She was ruthless, clinical, but with an air of mischievous curiosity to her. When Jango had thrown a fit over the loneliness, the isolation, and the sheer fact that he had become bored with the years-old porn holos that he had been provided with, she had simply blinked at him in fascination before sitting him down to ask him what, exactly, would arouse him.He still remembered the first time she had offered to help him in this particular way, the way she had stared at him with a gleam in her eyes, her cheekbones shifting in what he had learned meant she was smiling at him.The same smile she was currently giving him as he stood, bare chest and feet feeling the chill of the room, dumbly eyeing her up like a full Mandalorian feast laid out just for him while his cock slowly thickened against the soft fabric of his sleep pants. It was rare that she did this, that she came to his rooms and offered him any form of assistance with his genetic contributions, but that made them all the better, made Jango's skin burn all the hotter for it."Dunno, might not be in the mood," it was a bald-faced lie and she knew it, but she allowed him to save face, to make it seem like he wasn't aching for it, already half-hard in the soft lounge pants that had (of course) been provided to him."Perhaps, then, I could give you some incentive."That piqued Jango's interest even further.The whisper of Taun's long, jersey skirt rang in Jango's ears as she swept past him, reaching up to the belt holding the soft cloth in place. She wasn't even past the living room when Jango watched, eyes wide, as the fabric puddled on the floor, the belt carefully placed on a side table, her long, digitigrade legs encased only in the thick blue wrappings from thigh to the boots she always wore. Her hips swayed in a way that he knew, intellectually, wasn't meant to beckon him to come hither, but the movement drew him to her all the same, a hypnotist's pendulum expertly used on his eager mind.She was in his rooms, standing before the table beside his armor rack, her long tri-fingered hands working at the clips of her chestplate, the simple plastoid clicking open easily. Jango's hand shot out on instinct, catching the backplate as Taun placed the front aside, turning to face him as he held the light armor as delicately as he could in his brutish, ungentle hands. She stood before him, the simple band of elastine fabric compressing her breasts, matching the blue strips that wrapped around her neck, arms, and legs. She wore no underwear, but then again she had no reason to, her groin nothing but a smooth plane of flesh and bone, not even bearing a slit of flesh where Jango might press his mouth, fingers, or cock.A long, slithering strip of blue, the same shade that framed Jango's T-visor on his armor, pooled on the floor and Jango watched as Taun lifted her hand to remove the other wrap around her other arm. Her hands slowly, carefully, reached up for her top, but Jango's hands stopped her, placing her chestplate aside so that he could grasp her wrists."Let me," his voice was rough and he hadn't even seen a lick of anything worth getting so stars-damned turned on over.Taun sat down on the edge of his bed, her long legs crossing at her equivalent of knees, her hands pressing to the soft bedding, causing her spine to arch simply from the motion. She certainly wasn't presenting herself to him, he wasn't sure she even had the sort of context needed to know to do that. The sight, nonetheless, made his cock twitch as he stepped forward, reaching up for the blue bands of elastine around her chest. It took a few seconds, but when the barely-there swells of her breasts were revealed he immediately pressed his mouth to them.The breast tissue was vestigial at best, in a few generations the Kaminii females might not even have them at all, like the tiny stubs of tails that some Kaminii had that spoke of their evolutionary roots as amphibians that had recently been removed entirely from the latest generations. Leaning back, Jango cupped the modest little handfuls, sweeping his thumbs over where nipples would be on a human woman kneading into the entirely smooth flesh slowly, firmly, before he released her breasts and slid his hands down her ribcage, over her waist, the well-formed muscles of her abdomen, to the cradle of her hips, kneeling to better access her leg wrappings.The zips of her boots were fiddly things, but they always came away easy enough, revealing her individually wrapped toes and the fine, fragile bones of her ankles. Glancing, briefly, up at her, Jango lifted her foot easily, pressing a kiss to the arch of her foot, her heel, dragging his tongue over the fine places where the skin thinned and he could feel the shift of her bones beneath his tongue. Taun stared at him with a look of fascination, as if he was conducting a rather riveting experiment.Who knows, to her maybe he was.Once he had the other leg revealed, nothing but miles and miles of beautiful, bone-white skin, Jango stood, undoing his pants with clumsy fingers, kicking them aside before he was climbing into the bed, between Taun's thighs, feeling the length of pure muscle that made up the creamy limb."Fierfek," Jango groaned, staring down at her as she reached up with one hand, undoing the final length of elastine wraps, the fabric slipping down her throat, her collarbones, slithering down her side to pool on the bedspread while Jango's eyes fixed eagerly on her throat. He leaned forward, dipping his tongue into the notch of her throat before he pressed up along the smooth, muscular column, shifting to kneel straighter until his nose and lips were tucked up the midway point of her throat."You really are a fascinating specimen," Taun hummed as she cupped his jaw, her fingers so long that they wrapped around the entire back of his skull, firm but careful of him, as if she could do anything to harm him. "You require so little stimulation to arouse human mating instinct. All of my research shows that this is unusual.""What research," Jango snorted, arching a thick brow at her. "You sitting around in your apartment watching dirty holos?""Pornography is crude but educational in this subject," she shrugged her elegant, slender shoulders, peering down at him. "Your stamina seems shorter than the average observed subjects of the pornographic films, but your yield of genetic material is impressive."The thought jumped unbidden to Jango's mind, Taun sitting in her apartment, staring at some absolutely filthy porn-flick, comparing what she could from the footage to what she had observed of Jango and finding him superior. His cock throbbed and he groaned, pressing his forehead to her collarbones as he bit back a groan."You can't just say shit like that, Taun," he grunted as he rocked his hips against the tight crease where her thigh met her hip. "I'll pop off like a flare if you do."Her leg flexed and she clearly knew what that was doing to him if the way her cheeks tensed was any indication, the oval-shaped pendant denoting her as an unmarried female sweeping across her smooth brow and catching the light as she peered down at him in what he could only describe as a playful manner. "Perhaps I should edit my previous assessments of your capabilities.""Fuck you," Jango growled, his eyes fixed on her as he snarled and bared his teeth at her.Typical to every other Kaminii he had met, she simply tilted her head curiously at him. "And how, exactly, would you attempt to do such a thing?"Kaminii bones were dense things. They had to be to withstand crushing ocean depths. It was an easy thing to grab Taun's hips, heavy in his grasp, and jerk her until her back met the bedspread, his muscles straining against the sheer weight of her. She was no breathless, blushing virgin, but her eyes still widened marginally in surprise at the way his hips fitted against hers, his arms wrapping around her thighs as he guided her knees to notch over his shoulder.There was no lust to Taun's intense gaze, observing him just the same way she observed fetal movement in incubation tubes, but that didn't stop the way Jango responded to the feeling of her eyes on him. Shifting forward, Jango reached down to guide his cock between her thighs, feeling the ripple of muscle as she clenched experimentally against the new sensation."Fierfek, just like that," he grunted breathlessly as he began to thrust against the smooth curve of her pelvic bone.There was a shift of muscle and bedding and in a moment Jango was staring down at Taun as she laid back on her elbows, craning her neck to stare at the blood-flush head of his cock dipping in and out of the press of her thighs. One hand reached out to brush over the head of his cock. The angle was different from how they usually did this, her fingers unable to get a proper grip on him as he turned her thighs slick with his own precum, but she was nothing if not adaptable.When her palm pressed against the drooling head of his cock, giving firm, direct pressure to the glans with each thrust, Jango couldn't stop the way his breath stuttered and he turned his head to tuck to her knee, panting against cool skin as he tried to compose himself."Gimme a minute," he desperately needed that minute, but Taun was nothing if not persistent. In the same way she ignored his demands that she use the intercomm to his room or his insistence that he did not need someone to bring him food, or that an imperfect clone would be just as good as a perfect one as his payment, she ignored the panted out order. Her legs shifted, one knee moving to the opposite shoulder so that he no longer had the press of muscular thighs to fuck into. Instead, her hand, familiar and slick with his own fluids, was wrapped once more around him, setting the rhythm that she had once told him offered optimal results. Whatever that fucking meant. "Fuck, Taun, I said gimme a minute."He probably would last an embarrassingly short amount of time with how hard he was just from the sheer fact that there was a living breathing female in his bed, not the countless datachips of years old pornography that had been provided to him, the images long gone stale. Her thumb swiped over the drooling tip of his cock to gather and smear more fluid to ease the glide of her hand. His hips were pumping into her hand, his own hands clutching at the bedding as he tried desperately not to cut the entire experience short. This was probably going to be the fodder he used to masturbate for the next three months or until at the very least Taun took mercy on him and allowed him to fuck against her again.Her head tilted and the light once more caught the pendant resting in the center of her forehead, drawing Jango's eyes to her face, the elegant, smooth-boned structure of it, the beskar-silver of her irises set in pitch black eyes, the way her nostrils flared slightly as she took in his scent. Jango's lips descended to her chest, mouthing at the tender flesh there, his lips gliding over smooth, uninterrupted skin in slow, aimless sweeps of flesh on flesh."Why are you doing that?""Because I want to," Jango growled, nipping at her collarbone, at the base of her throat as he leaned forward, trying to inch his mouth higher up her long, elegant neck."You really are the most interesting specimen we've ever hired," Taun mused as she brushed her thumb over the tip of Jango's cock. "Humans have a biological imperative to breed with compatible species, but you seem to lack that." She continued her languid, slow movements, right over where, on most any other species, a cunt would be beckoning Jango to sink into. "However, I will say that it is to our benefit that you lack those instincts, you are after all our most prolific donor."Jango's hip jerked roughly against Taun's, rutting against the smooth cradle of her pelvis, the drag of skin against skin making Jango pant into the air. Kaminii took pride in their work above all else, when they flattered others they did so in metrics, and Taun had frequently flattered Jango in the same way. Somehow Jango had slowly developed an eagerness to please her in the ways that she understood and expected.He couldn't eat a cunt that wasn't there, he couldn't fuck her through multiple orgasms, but he could damn well last long and give her copious amounts of whatever she wanted.Pressing one of her long legs towards her shoulder, Jango shifted the other to curl around his waist, fucking eagerly into the crease he had created where thigh met hipbone. The new angle allowed him to easily press his mouth to her body, teasing his tongue over the underside of one pert, perfect little tit, along her ribcage, biting gently at muscle and bone in turns. His hips rutted harder against her, the tight squeeze sending stars bursting behind his eyes."Yeah, yeah, just like that, mesh'la," he growled, his fingers digging into her thigh as he moved."Do you wish for me to-" her hand moved towards his cock, her fingers brushing the tip gently before he grunted and pushed her hand against the bedding."Put those next to your shoulders," he ordered, voice hoarse as he stared at her following his instructions, placing her breasts on display but Jango's eyes drifted upwards, fixing on the muscles of her throat, moving slowly with each little breath. "Touch your neck." She obeyed, brushing her fingers up and down her throat, the sides of her neck, down to the dip of her collarbone. Everything about Taun was graceful, beautiful in a way that Jango didn't typically associate with the Kaminii. "Fuck, fuck, come here, come here."She froze, blinking her wide eyes up at him as she hesitated for the first time through the entire situation, confused as to what she could even begin to do to obey him. It sent a brand new type of thrill up through his spine."Sit up, yeah, there you go, right on the edge," it took some shuffling, some maneuvering, but when Jango knelt on the bed, her legs thrown over his thighs, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her flush to his own body, his overheated, sweat-soaked skin pressed to her own cool, smooth skin. "Fierfek, you feel so good, Taun." He whispered into her collarbone, biting at the fragile sweep of bone, causing Taun to jump slightly her fingers gripping abruptly at the bedding behind her, Jango's cock giving an echoing jump against the soft valley where thigh met groin."Jango," she murmured, staring at him her mouth working for a moment before she spoke, eyes turning lidded in what had to be a conscious effort for her. "Fuck me, Jango."Jango groaned, his pace picking up harder, faster, rutting against the soft crease as her thigh flexed to give a tighter squeeze around his cock, smearing precum over her skin in a sticky-wet mess."Yeah?" He gasped, staring up at her, one hand tight against her thigh, the other pressing to the small of her back to keep her close. He probably looked like a fucking drooling animal to her, his breathing ragged as he felt saliva pooling on his tongue, his entire sweat-slick body causing his clothing to stick to his skin.Her eyes sparked with delight, one hand reaching up to tangle in his curls as she smirked, soft and muted, but no less wicked as she arched her long, slender neck closer until she could whisper into his ear. "Do you not want to put a baby inside me?"His heart fucking stopped.Taun didn't flinch, clearly reading him like a goddamn book as she guided his hand from her back to her abdomen, her whole weight being held on her other arm as Jango's hips froze, pressed flush with hers, cock throbbing in the tight press of thigh and hip. Her head pendant was a cool point of contact against his temple, grounding Jango even as he felt like he was burning up from within."Do you not want that, Jango?"She was going to kill him."Do you not want to give me what I want?"He could see it vividly in his mind's eye, could see Taun holding a babe in her arms, maybe another babe sleeping in a soft crib beside her, her long legs folded up beneath her as she sat on the couch, flicking through various pieces of work. Previously where he had fantasized about women, near-human women, heavy with child, his mind turned to Taun standing beside an incubation tank, staring at the fetal development and giving a pleased little smile as she tapped away at the vitals display. Her headdress would be different, instead of the simple, rounded stone in the middle of her forehead, she'd wear a long, dangling decoration that wrapped around her head, the chain ending with a single droplet pearl, denoting her as mated, marking her as his."I'm-" Jango grunted, his lips pressing to her neck, sucking dark marks into the pale flesh, eliciting a sharp, surprised gasp. His hand pawed for one of the specimen cups that were as much a part of his apartment as the floor or the ceiling, his pace stuttering as he grunted in frustration, Taun's body sprawled beneath his own as he picked up his pace despite the warring instinct and habit beneath his skin. "I'm gonna come, Taun."Taun's fingers were cool as they slid from her abdomen to his cock, pressing to the tip of his cock. "Then come for me, Jango."Jango let out a low, rumbling growl, pressing his forehead to Taun's sternum as he kept thrusting, panting against soft skin as he turned his head and sucked soft, nibbling kisses onto the tender swell of her breast. Taun shifted and Jango blearily watched as she lifted a test tube she had pulled seemingly from thin air, full of his semen, her eyes lighting up in delight as she carefully sealed it and placed it on the bedside table where one of those stupid fucking cups that Jango had been looking for was sitting, mocking him."Excellent, Jango," she hummed, looking down at him, her hands framing his face, fingers going through his curls. "Now. Might I use your refresher before I leave?" The question made Jango's gut pang as he stared up at her, still bleary-eyed and buzzing with aftershocks of pleasure."Of course," he grunted, straightening slightly, giving her room to roll out from under him. She sat on the edge of the bed, smeared with Jango's fluids, a few stray drops of semen on her hip, his precum dribbling down the smooth, featureless curve of her pelvis. "Can I help clean you up?"She turned her head to look at him and he felt his gut clench. It was easier to let her go when it was just her fingers on him, just her hand stroking him to completion, when he didn't know the taste of her skin, the feel of her pulse. The look she was leveling toward him was... New. Unusual for her. Then again, this entire scenario was not what she usually did, removing the layer of careful professionalism that she usually brought to the collection of his genetic contributions."I suppose it would be efficient for both of us to bathe at once," she gave him a clear once-over. "You secret quite a bit of sweat, more than most humans."He couldn't bring it in himself to be offended. "I run hot.""Oh, that is not true," Taun clearly felt like she had somehow offended him with her observation, and was trying to soothe him. "Your temperature is within a perfectly normal range for humans, you really are a prime example of the species."Jango couldn't help the way his lips twitched, even as the compliment made his heart clench with a disgusting feeling of hope."You know," Jango slid closer to her. "If you gimme twenty minutes I can go again, give you more to work with."A pause, just long enough that Jango could tell that she hadn't expected the offer. "I suppose it would be helpful to have more material. You will be expected to continue your weekly contribution, though.""Of course," Jango grinned, leaning closer to brush his lips over her neck, pleasure rippling through him as she tilted her head to allow him more access. "Lay down, lemme clean you up."With Taun laid out beneath him, her hands beside her head on the pillow, her oval head pendant cast aside on the nightstand, her long, slender body on full display for him, Jango could practically see his future, children asleep in the room that he had long set up as a nursery, his riduur pleased and warm and lax with the simple pleasure of skin-touch.As much as he despised the True Mandalorians and Death Watch, maybe he could find someone to forge him a simple beskar chain with a single teardrop pearl on the end.
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Fox would rather slowly die in the vacuum of space than admit to any single one of his siblings that he was in love with a client.He had spent too much time drilling into their thick skulls that clients were not for romantic attachments. It had taken him three whole years to establish Peach Trees as a respectable establishment, one where high-quality escorts were well worth the credit and time and attention that clients would spend on them. He had worked hard to get to this point, no longer paying his brothers' rent in blowjobs and the occasional dry fuck in a public fresher, no more standing on cold street corners in the lower levels trying to hide the bruises of the last client still lingering on his skin. Three years of work to finally have bought out the entire habitower, to finally have a series of modeling contracts for his brothers, to finally have established himself and his brothers as a rare commodity that only those willing to shell out could afford.Three years to finally be able to focus on only one client. The only client that had ever mattered in the year since they had begun their contract.The lift to Sheev Palpatine's penthouse hissed open and in an instant he was moving to gently slide off the luxuriously soft fox skin coat from Fox's shoulders, hanging it himself in the foyer closet as Fox checked himself in the mirror.The dinner had been a long one, surrounded by Sheev's old political colleagues, asking for unofficial advice from the ex-Chancellor. Fox had eaten his weight in flat-shelled oysters imported from Naboo, their rich, pink flesh soaked in the ink-black vinegar commonly added to Naboo cuisine. The bubbly wine that had tickled his nose had come from the Palpatine Estate itself, served in deceptively slender flutes and looking so innocuously pale and golden that Fox had forgotten how highly alcoholic it was.He was sure he had made an ass of himself at multiple points throughout the evening. Simpering and clinging to Sheev, playing with the long string of pearls looped a dozen times around his neck and still spilling down his chest in a way that he knew made him look obscene. His reflection even now confirmed it, his eyes lidded and darkly lined, his lips and cheeks flushed, and the low, plunging neckline of his outfit allowing for the pearls to be cradled by the plush press of his pectorals, the creamy color of the gems standing starkly against his dark skin and the gold of his shirt."You look lovely, pet," Sheev whispered, standing behind Fox as he observed himself in the mirror, tilting his head this way and that just to see the way his pearl earrings dangled against his jaw and along the curve of his ear. He swirled his tongue along the roof of his mouth to feel the perfectly smooth pearl that replaced his usual golden stud.He wasn't stupid, he knew what pearls meant to the Naboo. Sheev's simple chain bearing the weighted seal of House Palpatine at the end had been replaced with pearls, each one linked together with gold to match Fox's own set. the tight chain around the man's lean waist denoting to any who cared to look just how they were connected.It was heady. More intoxicating than the wine. The knowledge that he was Sheev's in the only way that mattered."I should hope so," Fox smirked as he looked down at Sheev as the man tucked his chin against Fox's shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist, feeling up the fragile boning of Fox's flimsy layer of lace and silk undergarments. Neither of them were particularly tall men, but Fox was still taller than Sheev, his broader form easily eclipsing the ex-Chancellor no matter how elaborate or billowing his clothing was. It always felt so strange to have the man's hands on his waist touching him as if he was a fragile little thing, as if he hadn't been trained as a soldier for a decade. "That's what you pay me for, isn't it? To look lovely?""Among other things," Sheev's lips slid over his shoulder, over the flimsy silk of Fox's shirt, the too-tight pull of fabric across his back making every inch of hard-won muscle entirely visible as if he didn't have a shirt on at all. One slim, pale hand slid up Fox's waist to cup his pectoral, kneading at plush flesh and catching the barbel through his nipple between two fingers to squeeze and tease in a way that never failed to make Fox's head fall backward, exposing the column of his throat in a hungry gasp.Most nights Sheev was happy to be gentle and worshipful of Fox, to kiss and touch and fuck him softly, handling Fox like one of his expensive and delicate trinkets, the sort of things where their sole purpose was to bring pleasure to their owner with only their beauty.The way Sheev's free hand pulled aside Fox's shirt collar to sink his teeth into the meat of his shoulder told him that this was not one of those nights."Sheev," Fox whined, his feet aching from the heels he had shoved his feet into at the last possible second before they departed from the apartment, much to the displeasure of the styling team that always made sure both Fox and Sheev were both looking at their best for even the smallest and most intimate of public events. "Bed, please."Most men in public power submitted in private. Fox had had his fair share of clients who wanted him to give orders, to take control, to step on them with his whole weight and call them pathetic and needy and demand that they service him however he pleased.Sheev was not like that.A sharp smack to Fox's ass reminded him of the fact, causing his cock to throb and his cunt to start dripping, no doubt ruining the skin-tight pants that were practically painted onto him."Bend over."Fox was good at following orders and he obeyed this one, bracing his arms on the narrow console table, his cheek pressed to the mirror, breath fogging the surface as he arched his back to display himself as nicely as he could.Slender, clever fingers pressed against the fat lips of Fox's cunt through the fabric of his pants, easily finding his cock through the fabric. Fox stayed still, even as his thighs trembled with the need to twitch and thrust against the firm pressure."Get yourself off."Good soldiers followed orders.Fox's hips worked roughly against the two fingers pressed right up against his cunt, his whining at the way they refused to move from where they were nestled between his lips, only suitable for rubbing against, angled just enough that Fox couldn't even get a cursory brush against his entrance. It was slow going, minutes ticking by as Fox panted and writhed and tensed, trying to find the perfect angle to hook and catch his orgasm. Not even the added sensation of his own fingers teasing at his nipple made any lick of difference in the speed at which his orgasm built, not when Sheev's fingers did nothing to aid him in his pursuit, still and firm and perfect."I want this pierced next," Sheev said, conversationally, as if he was speaking about what he wanted for breakfast. The two fingers keeping his cunt's fat lips parted shifted, pressing harder, catching Fox's cock between them easily, stopping the stuttering thrusts of his hips in an instant as he was squeezed between the sides of those wicked fingertips. "What do you think, sweet pet? Another pretty pearl right here."That sent Fox hurtling over into an orgasm, the noise that escaped him something unholy and ugly and gut-deep that for anyone else he would have been mortified over.The gush of fluid that escaped him soaked the crotch of his pants and Fox had a moment of embarrassment before he slumped against the console table even further, his bleary eyes focusing on Sheev in the mirror as he shifted. His breath had fogged up the glass, but he could still make out the tilt of the man's head as he stared down at Fox's spread legs, his fingers sliding in slow, soothing strokes over the obvious shape of his cunt."Come along," Sheev stepped back, leaving Fox feeling bereft and unmoored as he straightened and turned, walking with a stronger sway to his hips as he followed Sheev to the man's favourite chair in the lounge.The chair was mounted to the floor in such a way that no matter the time of the day, Sheev could sit and not have an irritating gleam of sunlight over whatever datapad he was reading while still giving him a view of the Coruscanti skylines. The windows were privacy capable, tinting to turn them into one-way glass at the flick of a switch, and a cursory glance at the control panel told Fox that the privacy tint was active, giving him some relief that random speeders passing by wouldn't get a glimpse of their activities.Naboo clothing was not made to be easily removed, even for how fine and soft and flowing the fabrics looked, the sheer number of layers always made it impossible to have a quick tryst. Fox couldn't find himself to care about that as he stood, watching, as Sheev's heavy black coat was untied, the thick, heavily embroidered capelet of it being removed first, then the long, billowing layers of velvet, leaving Sheev in the dense layers of bright red silk and armorweave that made up his sharwani. For all Sheev's confidence, seeing him entirely undressed was a rarity. Even now, with the sharwani neatly placed aside, Sheev remained in his long-sleeved red undershirt, tucked into the neatly pleated and tied-off pants that he wore, the billowing fabric disguising the lean, whipcord muscle of Sheev's body.In the dim amberic glow of the city's nighttime skyline, Sheev was cast in a warm glow and Fox couldn't help but stare at him. Politics had aged him. In the old holos that Fox had watched and studied compulsively when he was on Kamino the man had always seemed larger than life. There was an element of grandiosity to him, something that Fox would never have true words for making the man seem to fill every room he was in, like oxygen. Now, after three years of retirement from his position as Supreme Chancellor, Sheev looked so much smaller, but at the same time healthier than he ever had in the holos.The lines that had graven themselves into his face, the furrow between his brows now accompanied by crow's feet and laugh lines, were so distinct and clear that Fox would never be able to mistake Sheev for a younger man, but that was the point, wasn't it? Fox liked the way the man carried his age. He liked the stark white of his hair, the faint age spots on his hands and knuckles that stood out strongly against his long, slender fingers. He liked the softness, the fragility, of the older man even though the Force sustained him and kept him much more spry than any human his age should be.Sheev sat down upon his chair, staring at Fox, and rested his hands expectantly on the arms of the chair, his legs spread in invitation for Fox to slide between his thighs. Fox accepted the silent invitation, kneeling and framing Sheev's hips with his elbows as he began the process of pushing aside fabric to release Sheev's cock without entirely undoing the loose, flowing fabric of his pants.The pale, slender length of Sheev's cock was flushed darkly and Fox couldn't help but smirk as he rubbed the blood-dark glans against his lips, licking and swirling his tongue and the piercing there as he let his eyes go lidded. He had never been a size queen, not like some of his more adventurous brothers, he didn't enjoy the discomfort of a too-large stretch. He preferred humans over almost any other species, no matter what species they might have distantly been crossed with. Sheev was as close to completely standard as Fox had ever had, his cock smooth and simple. No ridges or barbs or knots or anything that would give Fox a nasty little surprise at the last possible moment, just warm, velvety skin that Fox's hand could easily wrap around, leaving only the tip outside of the grip of his fist as he stroked and sucked and worked the man's cock.A tight tug at his curls drew Fox out of his focused daze, his eyes opening fully as he looked up at Sheev, his lips still wrapped around the man's tip as his tongue rubbed against the sensitive underside just to feel the way Sheev's thighs jumped with each touch."Sit up."Fox obeyed, letting Sheev's cock drop from his mouth as he planted his hands and straightened slightly, tossing his head to clear his curls from his vision. His lipstick had left rings along Sheev's cock, from tip to base, dark and red and smeared in places, but so very clearly the shape of his mouth on the man.Soft fingers delivered a light smack to Fox's cheek, drawing him back to himself. He pushed his shoulders back to better show off his rumpled clothing, the gleam of sweat he could feel going down his sternum, making the swells of his pectorals feel damp and obscene. Sheev's fingers instantly were out to touch his pearls, running over them, arranging them over his shoulders, the dips of his collarbones, the trailing to where the pearls pressed against Fox's neatly styled cleavage."Push them together," his voice was finally becoming breathless, not the stern, unyielding tone he had used in his previous orders. Fox shivered, panting, his cunt aching for something to fill him before he shifted, rearranging himself so that he wasn't leaning against the chair, so that Sheev could slide to the edge of it, his finely booted feet pressing to the outsides of Fox's knees as those pale, elegant fingers stroked over Sheev's cock, watching Fox pose himself for the man.It always felt so obscene, putting himself on display for Sheev, using his arms crossed over his ribs to bush his pectorals together. Of all things, this was the one that never failed to make him flush, staring up at Sheev as the man's quicksilver gaze looked expectantly down on him. Panting slightly, Fox flushed, gathering as much saliva as he could into his mouth, opening his mouth so that Sheev could press against his tongue, his thumb teasing the barbel while his fingers cupped his jaw, allowing Fox to stand there, drooling all over himself while he was inspected and observed and teased.Saliva slid down his chin, a few stray drips inching down his throat, while most of it pooled into the notch of his throat, overflowing down the valley between his pectorals. Thin, wicked lips curved into a smirk and Sheev swiped his thumb back and forth over Fox's tongue, over the piercing there, from one set of molars to the other."You have such pretty tits, pet."The whine that wrenched from Fox's throat was wholly unstoppable. Removing his hand from Fox's mouth, Sheev pressed his cock into the tight, soaking-wet channel that Fox had made for him, pearls smoothly siding and clacking with every thrust. The force of Sheev's movements was always startling, the thin frame of the other man easily bullying against Fox's own as Sheev grasped at the back of his neck and held Fox still in front of him.Mouth still open (had it ever closed, Fox wasn't sure) he lowered his chin, eyes fixed upon Sheev's face as the man's cock peeked out of the plushness of Fox's tits, just far enough that Fox could tease and swirl his tongue over the head. Not enough to suck, to wrap his lips around it, but enough to tease his hot breath over the flushed, nearly-purple skin.Sheev's silence was broken by a soft, half-sigh, his thighs tensing and Fox's eyes shot up to stare at him out of pure instinct, watching the way those silver eyes fluttered shut, the tight lines of his face going slack as his head tilted back. Fox allowed the man's spend to land on his tongue, but he didn't close his mouth, letting globs of thick spend dribble down his front as he stared up at the lidded, pleased expression of the man still looming over him."Mmm, perfection," Sheev's fingers brushed over Fox's lips before a vague coaxing of his fingers and a rather frivolous use of the Force brought Fox drifting upwards to meet Sheev's lips in a messy kiss. When they parted for breath, Fox watched as Sheev swiped his fingers slowly to clean the smears of his own spend and Fox's drool and sweat and lipstick off of his mouth. "Go lay down on the bed, my pet, I believe you deserve a reward."How his legs managed to work enough that Fox could make his way to the bedroom was a miracle in and of itself. His heels were kicked off, followed by his shirt and pants, leaving him in the delicate Naboo contraption of boning and lace wrapped around his waist and chest, and the long, perfectly silky stockings he had taken quite a liking to. The edges of their lace garters were soaked with Fox's slick, his inner thighs smeared with fluid as Fox looked over his shoulder at Sheev, arching his brow in silent question."On your back, if you please," the man stood, his cock tucked away neatly and the folds of his pants disguising that anything improper had ever taken place.He looked perfectly modest and well-dressed, as if he was spending the evening lounging around reading holonews articles while Fox was certain he looked completely and utterly ruined. Sprawling on the large bed, Fox allowed his legs to dangle over the edge of the bed, his thighs falling open out of pure, well-trained instinct. He let his hands slide between his thighs, fingers holding the plush lips and folds of himself open for Sheev to watch as the am approached, rolling his sleeves up slowly."You always are such a vision," Sheev sighed as he slowly lowered himself, the sharp screeching of his vanity stool sounding as a harsh jerk of the Force brought the piece of furniture right beneath him so that he wouldn't have to kneel or crouch, sitting primly, his elbow perfectly level with Fox's hips. Slender fingers pressed up, teasing back the hood that covered Fox's cock, two digits framing the nub of flesh and slowly, firmly rubbing at the nerve-rich tip. "I almost wish that I had you when I was Chancellor, purely so that more people could have seen what I have that they never could."Fox was fairly certain that the entire Galaxy was still deeply interested in what Sheev Palpatine had that they didn't. Chancellor Organa was a force to be reckoned with, one of the most popular Chancellors in the entire history of the Republic, but he was a family man with a wife, an adopted clone daughter, and a painfully boring home life. There was no scandal to him whatsoever. Sheev, while he had been a good Chancellor, was haunted by scandal. Even now, paparazzi faced with the decision to follow behind Sheev or Chancellor Organa would follow Sheev without hesitation. When it was first revealed that Sheev had taken an escort into his bed the news had rocked the entire planet of Coruscant and beyond. Fox couldn't even leave his apartment for any client meetings for a week after the news broke.The fame had helped him, in the end, but Fox held no doubts that it was purely because everyone wanted what the ex-Chancellor had and the clones willing to be as pretty of a decoration as Fox was were few and far between.The press of tongue replacing fingers drew Fox out of his dazed musings, his spine arching tight as a grappling line as he tangled his fingers in fine bedding to avoid grabbing at fine hair. Sheev's lips were gentle and sweet for only as long as it took for him to get Fox's cock wet, pulling back to fit his thumb against his cock before two fingers sank easily into Fox's cunt. As much as Sheev preferred fucking Fox's ass, he always seemed to take some sort of fascinated pleasure in watching his fingers sink into Fox's cunt, coring him out with powerful, rough thrusts of his arm until Fox was sent hurtling towards an orgasm.His hips jerked as Sheev's fingers curled just right, finding the nerves that made his entire body sing before he began to brutally abuse the spot. Fox's hands grasped at his inner thighs, digging in painfully to keep himself open for Sheev, every movement of the man's arm dragging his fingers back and forth over the spot until Fox was panting and sobbing into the air."Sh-sheev, please," Fox sobbed, tears spilling from his eyes, ruining the makeup there even further. "'M gonna come.""No, you are not," Sheev's hand continued its punishing pace. "Not until I tell you to."The pure animal whine that escaped him would embarrass Fox later, for now, he only hoped that the pathetic noise would earn him mercy.Three more thrusts before Fox panted, "Can I come now?""No.""Please!""No," the wicked curl of clever fingers became even firmer, even more vicious against tender insides as Sheev's thumb pressed harder on Fox's cock. It felt as if he was pinching the nerve itself as his thrusts stopped and only the slow worrying drag of thumb and fingers filled Fox's entire body."Please, please, please, please, please," Fox didn't hear the response to his begging, he only knew, instinctively, that it wasn't what he wanted. "Please!"He was suddenly empty and Sheev stared down at him with his quicksilver eyes gleaming with an edge of gold. "Come."The orgasm that crashed through him was blinding. Fox could feel his eyes rolling back as he tensed, his jaw locking tightly around the whining, whimpering sounds that escaped him. He could feel the gush of come escaping him, the way his cunt felt so empty as he shook through the seemingly never-ending waves of sensation."Beautiful," the soft, pleased sigh of Sheev's voice made Fox's eyes loll around in his skull for a second before they fixed properly on the man before him. Mercury eyes, liquid and warm, slid up Fox's body, from his cunt, over his heaving stomach and chest, to the pearl necklace and streaks of come along his chest and neck, before fixing on his face. "Absolutely breathtaking, pet."
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His feet were killing him.Days at Haus of Voxlaa were long, exhausting days even when they were just playing overpriced mannequins for the cabal of fashion designers. Those days were, at the very least, interrupted with regular breaks and most of the times they were given sturdy transparisteel stands to lean against, like colourful, oversized pet avians. Fashion shows, however, meant that all bets were off on when they would be even given the opportunity to take a piss, much less sit down to rest their feet.Tricks had managed to sneak away from the main floor where his siblings were still making the rounds, letting the attendees of the show ooh and aah over them, their clothing, flirting and making small talk with the wealthy elite that would be no doubt paying a small fortune for the overly-complex outfits that they had been shoved into with everything short of some lard and fishing line. He was, technically, supposed to be out there as well, but he could feel his feet beginning to swell from the wickedly spiked heels he had been jammed into.Sitting down on the overly-stuffed couch in the private showroom, Tricks sighed at the sudden relief. The throbbing that had started at the ball of his foot and migrated up the arch, to the heel, then the ankle, all the way to his knees finally abated, becoming less immediate as he laid back on the couch, catching his breath as best as he could. The thick, restrictive girdle beneath his clothing gave very little, pressing against his diaphragm tightly as he pulled in shallow breaths. he probably should not be laying down at all, not in the custom, one-of-a-kind confection he had been stuffed into, but one brief glance at the transparisteel perches, illuminated with beams of light despite the relative darkness of the rest of the room, made his legs practically scream with agony just from the thought.At least Naboo clothing had gone mildly out of fashion since Senator Amidala's marriage to the disgraced Jedi. What's his name. Skywalker? Something like that. Though, knowing Tricks' luck, the recent photos of Fox and the ex-Chancellor out together, both wearing the strings of pearls indicating their scandalous marriage would bring the stuffy, overly-stiff and structured clothing back into popularity.Whatever. At least currently the Huttese slave fashions had come into style, even if the flowing, soft fabrics were being paired up with Coruscanti fashion sensibilities.On second thought, maybe it was better that those Coruscanti sensibilities had been added, it meant that despite the fact that the entire crotch, abdomen, and inner thighs of the flowing chiffon thing was missing, the designers hadn't decided to let him walk around with his cock and ass fully exposed."What are you doing?" A stern, husky voice snapped and Tricks was on his feet in an instant, his body rigidly snapping to attention as he felt himself break out into a horrified cold sweat. The Twi'lekki woman staring at him did not look impressed with his rapid response, if anything her heavily lidded eyes narrowed into infuriated slits as she took him in. "Well?"Tricks had never been properly introduced to Madame Voxlaa. She was, as far as he knew, too important to concern herself with such petty things as names. Hell, in the last six months since Tricks had been signed onto the Haus of Voxlaa contract he had only ever heard her address one of her employees by a name. The name was incorrect, but still, to be called anything other than "you there" was the sort of thing that sent rumors through the entire fashion haus like blasterfire."I'm so sorry, Madame, I - it - I am so sorry," Fox was going to kill him. He had seen entire design teams dismissed because a single assistant had dared to ride in the same turbolift as Madame Voxlaa. There were still three-thousand odd other clones at Peach Trees, but if Fox had to work around assignments he was going to put Tricks' head on a spike in the commissary as a warning to all the others.A perfectly-manicured hand grasped at his jaw, forcing Tricks to crane his neck down to stare at her. She was a solid head shorter than him, her vibrant lavender skin interrupted with a long strip of white patterning along her lekku in rippling waves, the tendrils of white turning more solid as they came to paint her entire face white, from forehead to chin, almost as if to force the eye to focus on her heavily lidded eyes, her lips pulled into a displeased moue as she took in whatever she had scraped off of her perfectly fashionable and on-trend heels."I know you," she mused, turning his head this way and that, taking him in, from his broad, Concordian nose, the soft, rounded lines of his jaw and cheeks, to the deep amethyst dyejob he had gotten on the demand of his designer. "Tricks."Oh. Oh. He was going to fucking die. If she didn't kill him for whatever imagined slight, then Fox was going to beat him to death with his bare hands."Y-yeah," he choked out, staring down at her as she took him in.When he had first been assigned to Haus of Voxlaa his siblings had all bemoaned being passed over, saying that he was getting an easy job with a pretty Twi'lekki woman as his boss. They had all teased him, saying that he and the others chosen would get too soft with how sweet and accommodating Twi'lekki were, that they'd become as spoiled as Waxer's pet tooka.There was no softness to Madame Voxlaa and she did not tolerate such foolishness among her fellow Twi'lekki designers. Even her body was so much sharper, bonier and more severe than even her younger designers. She had even filed her teeth in the tradition of most Twi'lekki males, causing her sneers and smirks and carefully practiced and faked laughs and smiles that much more razor sharp."Pose," she ordered, releasing his face and moving to sit upon the couch that Tricks had just vacated. He hesitated, blinking at her in confusion. She sighed, adjusting the lengthy lekku that was draped over her collarbone and shoulders like a particularly weighty and dense stole. The other lekku was draped over the crook of her elbow, and as she lounged back she adjusted her arm so that she could rest her elbow on the sharp bone of her hip, her long legs crossing at the ankles and tilting her body at a long, luxurious angle. "Are you stupid as well as ill-trained?"That lit a fire under his ass.Turning on instinct to the familiar transparisteel stand he began to move in the practiced, slow sway that his designer had clearly been two bad days away from beating into him. The simple structure consisting of a thinly padded seat held up by two long, slender bars mounted into a circular baseplate. The sole difference between these stands and the ones in the designer's studio was the fact that these were welded into the ground as they were not meant to be moved about. Perching his ass on the uncomfortable stand, Tricks shifted, trying to figure out what Madame Voxlaa wanted from him, her eyes fixed on him as he first arched his back to push his chest into the air. When that didn't get any reaction other than an arched brow, he shifted, lifting one leg to press his thigh along the stand's seat, making him teeter on the horrifyingly fragile little heel he wore. The arched brow was replaced with a pursing of the lips and Tricks immediately moved to shift and drop the leg.Only for the heel of his shoe to snap under the rapid adjustment of his weight, sending him crashing to the floor in a pile of clothing that cost more than what it took to manufacture him.Fox was going to skin him alive and wear him as a coat. He was going to end up hanging in the man's closet. Alphabetically. Alderaani Fox, Kaminoan Clone, Mygeeto TaunTaun."Sasche, my speeder," Madame Voxlaa's voice was cold and unimpressed as she sighed and ended the comm without even waiting for confirmation from Dans as she stood, looking down at Tricks with the same bland, apathetic expression that she had worn throughout most of the evening whenever Tricks had caught a glimpse of her through the crowd. "Come along, Tricks."She snapped her fingers at him, like she was calling a strill to heel.Maneuvering as gracefully as he could with effectively only one heel, Tricks followed her through the dressing room rather than through the enormous lobby where the show's afterparty was in full swing. By the time they were stepping out into the chilly Coruscanti night, Dans was standing beside what had to be the sleekest, most expensive speeder that Tricks had ever seen. Pumps would probably know the name of it, but all Tricks could think of was that the black, enclosed speeder with perfectly tinted windows was like sitting in the lap of absolute luxury.The driver took off the moment the door was shut, merging smoothly into traffic while Tricks tried, frantically, to think of some sort of explanation as to what was going on.The only thing he could think of was that Madame Voxlaa was going to throw him out of the moving speeder herself, but that didn't make any sense, not when he hadn't seen her do anything more strenuous than toss her purse to the nearest moving body whenever she entered her office at the end of the designers' studio.The penthouse they landed on was in the Starlight District and it took a moment for Tricks' brain to comprehend that this was Madame Voxlaa's apartment. That she was stepping out and the driver was using his eyes and his tightly pressed together lips to all but order Tricks out of the car and after the Twi'lekki woman as the distance between them grew greater and greater.The inside of the apartment was... Well. He was certain that it was to be expected. All sleek whites and creams and beiges with beautifully arrangements of fresh cut flowers on every single table, not a single one even beginning to wilt. In comparison to everything inside the apartment, Tricks felt... Bulky, blocky and awkward, entirely inelegant. Like someone had thrown a second-hand bantha leather couch covered in stains and messy patches into the set of Moons of Alderaan."Come," she ordered, and Tricks was glad that he didn't startle and jerk out of his thoughts as he turned to look at her. She hadn't removed a stitch of clothing or jewelry, not even the uncomfortable looking heels that she was wearing. Trainers back on Kamino had always expected acknowledgement. A snapped out sir, yes, sir no matter the order. It had taken everything in him to learn that when Madame Voxlaa spoke she did not want to hear a response.The bedroom that she led him to was done up in the Huttese style, with a large, circular bed, one third of it framed with a thick, rounded headboard similar to a Hutt throne. The bedding was white, silken, and the artfully arranged pillows looked perfectly plush with a variety of textures and fabrics and shapes mingled together. Tricks watched as Madame Voxlaa made her way to a pair of enormous double-doors, entering a code into the access panel and then letting it scan her biometrics. The doors slid open to reveal a boudoir that was an explosion of colour.Clothes of every cut and style and texture and weight and colour he could have imagined (and some beyond what his admittedly dull imagination could conjure up) spilled out of the overfull rods and cabinets and drawers. Where everything else about the penthouse was neatly, carefully organized, not a single item within out of place, this room was... Nothing like that. It was pure, unadulterated chaos and as Tricks lingered at the doorway, watching Madame Voxlaa pluck up various items only to quickly discard them carelessly away, he couldn't help but notice that none of the items were in the woman's usual style of modest metallics and neutrals."Strip," she ordered, and even though that was a new order, Tricks was quick enough to obey. Hesitation was not tolerated by Kamino trainers and that while Madame Voxlaa had been rather tolerant of him for the last hour or so the chances of her remaining that tolerant were growing thinner and thinner by the second.So he stripped down to the girdle he had been wedged into and when her brow arched at him he quickly wriggled his way out of that as well."Pose."There was no convenient little stand in here, but Tricks was nothing if not adaptable. He resumed the typical pose that he took upon the stands at the design haus. Leaning back against the doorframe he cocked one leg, using his thigh to shield his groin from the Twi'lekki woman while his hands carefully grasped the sides of the doorframe for balance."No," She drawled, not even turning fully to face him as she plucked up a scrap of purple, holding it up to Tricks' head, giving him a sidelong glance before she threw the fabric away and selected another piece from the collection.He arched his back, shifting his legs so that one knee was carefully propped out while his other hip tilted to the side, dragging one hand over his neck while the other protectively cupped his cock, trying desperately to keep some sense of modesty."Hmm," her lips pursed and Tricks tried desperately to think of something else.Tricks swallowed thickly, moving his hand to his thigh, the leaning back against the doorframe and letting his other hand reach up to press to the sloping arch of the frame, his back arching even more sharply as he put himself on full display for her.Her eyes lingered on him and she gave a single brief nod as she turned to face him, holding up a swathe of bright blue fabric to his face, her knuckles brushing against the soft, rounded curve of his cheek."That's what I love about you and your... Siblings," Madame Voxlaa sighed as she let one finger extend to tap at his cheekbone. "All colours are your colours." The finger dragged down his jaw, his throat, lingering at the knot there before dipping into the notch of his collarbones, down his sternum, the jumping muscles of his abdomen, lingering at the base of his cock only momentarily before she stepped back, snapping her fingers at him. The clothing in her hand was placed aside, just out of Tricks' view, while he was slowly herded to the enormous bed. When he finally ended up seated on the plush mattress Madame Voxlaa turned and made her way to what looked to be an ensuite bathroom.The bed just as soft as it looked, and Tricks leaned back on his arms, sighing as he let the luxuriously soft surface cradle his aching back and hips. His hair fanned out about him on the bed, the long purple strands stark against pure white sheets."Mmmnn," Tricks moaned softly, spreading his hands out on the bed to feel the cool sheets, the edges of a few plush pillows, before he was suddenly made aware of the fact that he was being watched, his eyes fixing on the dark blue of Madame Voxlaa's sharply observant gaze. He felt like a mooncalf caught in the headlights of a racing speeder. "I am s-sorry-""Hmm," the woman's fingertips tapped upon Tricks' inner thigh and he spread them without even needing to be ordered. When she raised her brow at him he hesitated before he shifted his hips, his entire body turned into a livewire at the very proximity of the Twi'lekki woman. "Do you shave normally?"That was... Such a strange question. Tricks struggled for a moment to figure out how, exactly, he should answer such a question.The truth was always a safe bet."N-no, I shaved for the show be-because Dans told all the models to," it had been a pain in the ass to shave every inch of his body hair, a struggle that his siblings had lamented alongside him."Humans are so disgustingly hairy," she sighed, as if this was somehow his fault. "We'll correct that tomorrow.""Tomorrow?""Spread yourself," the order was clipped but the meaning unclear in the haze of Tricks' mind. "By all means, take your time."The sneering tone told him that Madame Voxlaa's infamously thin patience was beginning to fray.Reaching down beneath the splay of his thighs, Tricks hesitantly, nervously, spread his ass cheeks, his face burning red as he stared up at the looming form of the Twi'lekki woman. One of her long, heavy lekku dangling over her shoulder and between the valley of her breasts. She was still fully dressed in the sleek black gown she had been wearing the entire night, showing no signs of undressing anytime soon as she stared down at him as he bared himself to her.Two long, smooth fingers pressed to his ass and Tricks bucked in surprise at the touch. It only took one disapproving stare from Madame Voxlaa to make him freeze, holding himself open for her. Tricks shivered as he realized that it was from the wetness of lube against his ass, something expensive and tingling and unscented. One finger pressed against his ass, working into the first knuckle slowly and Tricks breathed shakily at the strange pressure building low in his gut from the touch."What did you do before you worked for my fashion haus?" It was such a strange question, so dissonant with the slow, even thrusts of the single finger pressing deeper and deeper inside his ass, opening him up for what he wasn't sure."I-I was - I worked-" it was so hard to think. "T-the glory holes in - in - um - 69's." Where 79's catered to the clones themselves, a place where they could cut loose among their brothers without the fear of harassment, 69's was the much more well-known clone bar. There were strippers, barely-dressed waistaff, and in the back of the establishment a series of small, peaky little stalls that Tricks had spent a good three months in, using his hands and mouth and making small talk with his stall neighbors between drunken, overly-confident clients. Mostly men, though there was one very notable Serennese female that had wrecked his throat to the point that he could barely talk for three days afterwards."Hmm," blue eyes were lidded as a second finger pressed into his ass. "You did not use this." A quick curl of her fingers, fish-hooked against a bundle of particularly sensitive nerves, made Tricks try to squirm away from the pressure, the raw, overwhelming sensation teetering on the edge of almost-painful as Madame Voxlaa's fingers followed the movements of his body, keeping him captive to whatever she wanted to do to him while he was caught on her fingers."I-I-""That was not a question," her fingers slid out of him and Tricks let out a shaky, gasping breath as he collapsed back on the bed. The reprieve was short lived when something thicker and blunter was pressed against his ass. His head snapped down to stare as her lube-wet fingers grasped the back of his thigh, opening his ass even further with a thumb hooked into his loosened ass. The slicked, bright purple plug in her hand was pressed firmly against him, her thumb pulling back to allow the silicone further access where her fingers had loosened him.The moan that ripped from Tricks' mouth shocked him even as he could see the way Madame Voxlaa's eyes gleamed with delight at the noise. As if to reward him for the desperate noise, her lube-wet hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him once before releasing him, letting the slowly hardening flesh press to his heaving abdomen as he gasped and panted around the steadily growing pressure. His thighs were shaking and his hands grasped tighter, struggling to keep himself spread open for Madame Voxlaa as she began working the wide tip of the plug in and out of him in a steady rhythm.The abrupt pop of the widest point of the plug slipping into him tore a choked out noise from his throat, the tight ring of his ass clenching and trembling around the stem of the toy as his abdomen and thighs spasmed with the sensation."There," she hummed, two fingers framing the stem of the plug to pull gently only until Tricks was squirming and panting at the stretch, breaths stuttering as the plug threatened to slip from the agonizing clutch of his body. When she released the stem the ragged sigh of relief that escaped Tricks was more humiliating than the way she was toying with him like a tooka with its prey.He was given a few moments of reprieve, panting and laying on the bed as he adjusted to the way the toy sat inside him, pressing against that sweet, oversensitive spot that filled his gut with pressure. His cock was twitching and jumping against his stomach, drooling and fully hard as Madme Voxlaa gave another single slow, rewarding stroke. In a moment, however, she was sliding something over one leg, then the other, the soft drag of fabric up his ankles, knees, then thighs bringing Tricks somewhat closer to the present. Fragile underwear was then dragged up his legs, a slow shudder escaping him as his cock was fed through the soft silk and elastine straps. The scrap of clothing didn't even have a crotch, the tight band of something around the base of his cock the only thing that could even be considered coverage. The cupless brassier was the same way, leaving his nipples exposed and forcing his pectorals together to give the illusion of cleavage.Once he was dressed to Madame Voxlaa's satisfaction, he couldn't help but shiver as she stared at him, taking him in.Tricks wasn't sure what he expected to happen next, but for the thin sheath gown to be suddenly discarded, revealing miles of beautiful lavender skin and the modest handfuls of Madame Voxlaa's breasts was not anything he could have imagined. His ass clenched around the plug within him as Tricks' eyes found the space between the Twi'lekki woman's legs, the tight press of her cunt's lips hiding her entrance in a way that made Tricks absolutely drool for the opportunity to taste her.Her clit was the size of the tip of Tricks' thumb and as she moved to straddle his head he could see a faint peek of deep blue flesh with each shift of her hips over his face. Leaning up, Tricks pressed his mouth eagerly to her cunt, his tongue sliding between her lips easily -Only for a pair of fragile, nerve-thin tendrils to slid along his tongue, coiling around the muscle and pressing against the back of his tongue, eliciting a gag as well-trained instinct kept his mouth open rather than snapping closed on delicate anatomy."Mmm," blue eyes were fixed on him as Madame Voxlaa pulled back, Tricks' eyes fixing on her cunt where she had... All he could describe it as was blooming. With the lips of her cunt pressed open, there were several flat, half-circle furls of blue flesh, spreading open to reveal a twin set of thin, fleshy blue tendrils that were merrily prodding and exploring Tricks' lips, tongue, the ridges on the roof of his mouth. Her clit, previously an innocuous pale blue, had flushed to a deep indigo, Madme Voxlaa's own fingers rubbing against the nub of flesh in a slow, lazy movement. "Did I tell you to stop?"The tendrils pressed against the back of his tongue, causing Tricks to gag before he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to her cunt in an obscene kiss. He lipped and mouthed along the bloom of her cunt, listening as the implacable Madame Voxlaa began to let out a series of low hums and breathy sighs as she rocked her hips against his face."Exquisite," she whispered to no-one in particular, certainly not to Tricks, he knew without even seeing her face beyond the bounce and sway of her breasts that she was not focused on him so much as what he was doing. "Perhaps training you will not be such a burden after all." She mused aloud, pleasure clearly loosening her tongue as she ground against his face, putting her full weight against his mouth and nose, smothering him in warm wetness. "I'll have to call Fox. Tell him that you will not be returning to that hovel he calls an habitower." Tricks couldn't breathe, he couldn't respond, his vision going grey at the edges as he felt his eyes rolling back into his skull, Madame Voxlaa not even stopping her slow, easy rocking back and forth on his face, pressing her clit along his nose and letting out a pleased sigh. "I have a lovely set for you to wear tomorrow when we go to the office. A - hah - a truly divine set in turquoise."Her hips lifted off of his face, her cunt hovering over his face, dripping slick onto his face in thick, bitter-sweet droplets as he managed half of a deep, heaving breath before her lips pressed to his own again, the full weight of her body behind the movement. His cock was aching, twitching against his stomach, his ass clenching around the plug with every feeble half-thrust of his own hips into the air."I always did wonder what the draw was to keeping pleasure slaves," she mused, and when Tricks' eyes managed to open for even half a second at a time they met Madme Voxlaa's own heavily lidded gaze, her lips pulled into a lazy, genuine, smirk as she clenched her thighs on either side of his skull. "I can see where the Hutts were right."Tricks whined against her cunt, using precious air on the long, weak noise, and in an instant there was a gush of fluid directly into his mouth where he was sealed against Madame Voxlaa's cunt. He choked, gagging and when she pulled back her fingers, lightning quick, pressed against his tongue and lower teeth, staring at the flood of slick and watery female ejaculate spattered all over his face, gurgling in the back of his throat."Swallow."He choked and struggled, but managed to obey even as she kept his mouth open so that she could see his throat work around the mouthful of her slick.The soft, demanding tendrils and petals of her cunt had slipped back within her, hidden by thick, flush lips, her clit back to the softer blue of before. She reached back, her fingers testing the give of the elastine band wrapped around Tricks' cock, snapping it sharply against the base and earning a brief, feeble yelp and twitch at the sudden snap of pain."You will come when I allow. Not a moment sooner."Tricks wasn't sure he could handle that."Sleep well, Tricks," she hummed, settling on the bed, arranging him so that his head was pillowed between her thighs as she lounged upon her arrangement of pillows. "If you are good and stay pretty for me all night then I might even let you come before we go to the haus tomorrow."
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It wasn't that Lott had a lack of patience. It was simply that Sisse struggled to find the edges of it, feeling out the Neimoidian's nature to try and figure out just where he could push to make the man react.Money was never one of those things, not when Lott owned the entirety of Kuro Neimoidia and had developed the dense jungles there into a city-planet that rivalled even Coruscant's glittering skylines. Sisse had come home with a pair of earrings once that had cost eight million credits and Lott had simply smiled and asked him to model them for him. The enormous Coruscant penthouse had been redone no less than six different times in the past year, with minimal input from Lott other than an insistence that his office remain untouched and that the contractors provide him with their invoices promptly upon completion of the projects.There were three crucial things that never failed to garner a reaction from the Neimoidian, things that drove Lott to the end of his infinite patience faster than any other death-by-a-thousand-paper-cut tactics that Sisse could come up with.One: If Lott saw Sisse out with another client.
Two: If Sisse wore any gifts from any other client while in Lott's presence.
Three: If Sisse interrupted Lott while the man was in the middle of a work meeting, dinner, or holocall.Which was why Sisse was:One: Practically wrapped around the arm of one Sun Jon. Not precisely a business partner, but a lackey about three times removed from the man that Lott had agreed to host in his favourite restaurant in Little Neimoidia. Sun had come to Peach Trees, demanding a pretty armpiece that could tolerate the cuisine and would not embarrass him and Sisse had practically decked three of his own brothers to get to the man first.Two: While the bright pink mink that Lott had gifted him at the start of their relationship was practically the only good coat he had, the nearly transparent chiffon shirt he had thrown on beneath it was new. He had bullied Sun Jon into purchasing the thing when they had gone out to lunch to establish what, exactly, would be expected of Sisse at dinner that evening.Three: Here. At The Fifth Purse. In the back room that Lott always hosted his buisness dinner in. Staring directly at Lott as the Neimoidian stood, his fist slamming into the table and disrupting the enormous collection of tiny plates laid out artistically upon the surface. There were a dozen other Neimoidian diners at the table and every single one was staring at Sisse and Sun Jon silently."Selamat Malam," Sun Jon bowed tightly, the wide, diamond-shaped brim of his hat nearly smacking Sisse directly in the face. Not a single one of the others at the table returned the greeting, even as Sisse could see their muscles locking up as they resisted the urge."Sisse, come here." Lott demanded instantly, his fingers snapping and pointing to the occupied seat to his left, his secretary instantly scrambling out of the chair to draw it out and bow his head briefly at Sisse, gesturing for him to sit."But my new friend will be lonely, Daddy," he was pushing his luck, pouting and batting his eyes at the man as he clutched Sun Jon's arm so tightly he was certain that he would leave bruises."Your company has been most wonderful, but I must insist," the coward simpered, trying to wrench his arm out of Sisse's grip as quickly as he could."Sisse," his Daddy really did have a talent for making shivers break out down his spine. "Sit."Neimoidian eyes did not have the capacity to move like near-humans did. The round, bulbous red eyes were always fixed in place, even if the focus of the gaze could never quite be pinpointed. It made near-humans nervous to negotiate with them, as nothing was ever given away in the gaze of the Neimoidians. Sisse, in the three years since he had joined up with Fox's Peach Trees operation, had learned very quickly how to make sure that he had those eyes on him. As he made his way around the circular table, he could feel the way every single occupant of the room was staring at him, in his pink mink coat, with his pink dyed hair and expensive jewelry dripping with pink rubies. He probably looked like an eyesore in the deep red, black, and golds of the Fifth Purse, but that didn't matter, so long as there were eyes drawn to him."Your coat," the one set of eyes that he always knew were fixed on him he could feel were burning with intensity. "Sisse. Remove your coat."Long, pale green fingers grasped the shoulders of Sisse's coat as he shrugged it out, revealing the fragile chiffon shirt and the tight, high-waisted pants he hadn't owned that morning when Lott had left him in his Coruscant apartment in order to make a business meeting. Clasping his hands in front of himself, pressing the plushness of his pectoral together, Sisse smirked up at Lott as the man's eyes fixed upon him."Don't you like it?""Aiyah," Lott scoffed, plucking at a lacey ruffle that cut across Sisse's shoulder. "How much did it cost?""Six-hundred credits," Sisse smirked up at his Daddy, at the way his fingers rubbed the fabric slowly, gently. "Do you like it?"Rip."No," the pieces of Sisse's shirt fluttered down and he didn't even bother covering himself as the rest of the room observed him with dark, avaricious eyes. "And these." Long, pale fingers tugged on the waistband of Sisse's pants. "Take them off."Arguing never did him any good, and as Sisse sat down in the chair, pouting, he held out his leg to Lott's secretary. The Neimoidian was careful to not touch Sisse too much, pulling off one leg of his pants and then the other, leaving Sisse in nothing but his stockings, underwear, high heels, and jewels."Happy now?""Not even close," Lott did not huff, but the slow buzz of noise that escaped through the corners of his mouth was close, glancing at the glittering chandelier above the table before he turned fully away from Sisse."Daddy?" That did not bode well and as Sisse straightened slightly, he felt his breath catch as Lott began to undo the long, coiled robe tie currently knotted around his waist.Clothing was an important part of Neimoidian culture, much like the Naboo, clothing was designed and constructed with a statement in mind. Everything from their hats to their shoes told the careful observer crucial information. The meters and meters of rich golden silk that Lott wore about his waist was unusual to the modern Neimoidian style of dress, considered too old-fashioned for even politicians on Pure Neimoidia dressed in their austere, undecorated clothes. Where everything else about Lott's clothing was so non-traditional as to be considered avant garde, the long golden tie could be considered out of place and useless."Someone get rid of this," a small plate was thrown aside. "It is unfit for consumption. Reset the table." Lott turned back to fully face Sisse, the robe tie held threateningly in his hand. "Stand up, Sisse.""No," he had made it to the end of Lott's patience, there was no real reason for him to continue to resist the man, but it was too tempting not to.The hand not holding the thick golden rope grasped at Sisse's jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. "Do you not want to be good for Daddy?"He did. He loved being good for Lott, loved the way he would sweetly praise him in a mishmash of Pak Pak and Basic, adoring and gentle despite everything that Sisse ever threw at him. But this? This new side to his ever unwavering Daddy? Sisse couldn't help the way his gut tightened, his cock taking interest in the proceedings as he stared up at Lott."What is your name?" Lott was clearly not speaking to Sisse as he grasped at Sisse's jaw, using the unyeilding grip to haul him upwards on wobbly legs, guiding him to stand with his back to the table so that Lott could look over his shoulder at the gathered guests."Sun Jon.""You hail from... Where?""Deko Neimoidia," the man answered quickly enough and Lott nodded as he looped the thick golden rope around Sisse's waist, drawing it tightly before he began the careful process of tying the kinbaku harness about Sisse's torso, the complex network of knots keeping every inch of rope pulled taut enough to dig into Sisse's skin."I see," the thick robe tie was looped around Sisse's thigh. "You have been on Coruscant for... How long?" A thick knot pressed against his perineum, offering a pressure that he knew would become unbearable in a matter of minutes, especially with the way the network of silken rope was wrapped around the base of his cock, tightly enough to make it impossible for him to properly come. His skin would bear the marks for hours after he was untied and he just knew that Lott's fingers would press to the bruise-sensitive flesh at every opportunity."Less than three weeks.""Ah, then perhaps I can forgive you your slight," Sisse gasped as Lott delivered a sharp smack to his thigh. "Arms." He obeyed, his arms automatically folded just beneath his chest, fingers curled around his elbows as Lott began the complex series of ties there, weaving the rope around the harness straps that he had made to go over Sisse's shoulders and across his chest. "You see, Sisse here is mine. I pay a small fortune to ensure this fact."Sisse glanced over his shoulder at Sun Jon, smirking and batting his lashes for a moment at the Neimoidian's mortified expression. The ropes across his chest pulled tightly and Sisse gasped, turning to look back at Lott as the man glared down at him."I suppose I cannot blame you too much, Sun," long, pale green fingers brushed the notch of Sisse's throat, up over the knot, then to his chin, tilting until his entire head was pressed back, his spine arching sharply. "You were clearly tricked by a very pretty face and a clever tongue." Lott released Sisse from the pose, tapping against his jaw. "Up." It took some maneuvering, but eventually he managed to hop up onto the edge of the enormous table, Lott's hands helping keep balance as he shifted and inched back on the table. "Present."There was no way that he could do that without turning, facing the audience that had been watching in tense silence the entire time. A brief glance at Lott dispelled whatever fears he had over such vulnerability. His Daddy would take care of him, he always had, and no one would touch him but Lott.Helped by Lott's insistent, firm hands, Sisse turned and knelt on the central medallion of the table, his thighs trembling for a moment as his core fought to keep himself balanced. When he was adequately positioned at the center of the table, Sisse let himself fall forward, forehead pressing to the medallion and spine arching to better show off the tense, muscular line of his body. There was the soft hiss of the silken rope swinging through the air and then there was a sharp jerk and Sisse yelped as he was hauled into the air, dangling from the great chandelier.The dangling structure was made up of two circles of dangling credit coins. The inner circle of the chandelier was longer than the outer circle, giving it a tiered appearance that overlapped just enough that where Sisse dangled, a mere two feet above the table, he was entirely obstructed. No one would know he was there unless they were seated directly at the table."Now," Lott sighed as he sat down, the loose tails of Sisse's kinbaku tied to the legs of Lott's own chair, pulling tight and secure as Sisse squirmed and adjusted to the new way that gravity caused his body to press to the straps and knots of the harness. "I believe we were discussing that duracrete deal, were we not?"Everything went kind of fuzzy after that. Sisse was familiar with the sensations of being bound, with the way it made something in his mind go entirely quiet, pleased and content in a way that often felt well out of his reach. There was some level of nerves that occasionally flared up when he caught a glimpse of the other Neimoidians, or if they acknowledged him to Daddy himself, but all it took to dispel that anxiety was Daddy's voice, clipped and bearing his hard-learned Coruscanti accent, telling him how lovely he looked, how well behaved he was being, encouraging his peers to tell Sisse how they appreciated such a sight.The meal was served all over again, the previously cleared away plates replaced with freshly made food done in the cultural way of Kuro Neimoidia. Each diner was given a large plate of starchy, vinegar-soaked grains and piles of flat, fan-shaped leaves. The leaves were pinched between the fingers of the diners and used to delicately collect small bites of rice and the various fillings from each smaller plate. Everything from creamy isopod meat and fried soft-shelled land crabs to shredded bright blue oyster fungus and spongey cubed wood mushroom stalks were laid out upon the plates in neat, artistic little arrangements.Every so often Daddy would lift his fingers to Sisse's mouth, placing little pats of rice and filling upon his tongue, but keeping the toxic leaves well away from Sisse. Small cubes of gelatinous plum wine were placed against Sisse's lips as well and he'd suck at them until he could kiss and lick at his Daddy's fingertips. The flat water dish usually used for cleaning off fingers was given for Sisse to sip at every so often, just enough to keep his mouth from drying out as he panted and drooled onto the table. The longer the meal went on the more business was done away with and the more lax Sisse became in his harness. By the time the table was being cleared away, he couldn't even begin to describe where his limbs were, they felt so inconsequential and detached from his body. For all he knew, his limbs could have fallen to the table like a discarded mannequin."Well. Is that not quite the sight," his Daddy's voice was low and pleased and Sisse blinked open eyes that he hadn't realized had drifted closed. Familiar fingers wrapped firmly around Sisse's cock and he gasped, unable to even crane his neck to see what his Daddy was doing as he stroked slowly up and down his length. "Are you ready to go home, sweetness?"Now that he has been forced back into his body (drawn down from where he had been floating somewhere amidst the stars, well beyond Coruscant's light-polluted atmosphere) Sisse could feel how desperate and hard he was, the steady sound of droplets of something hitting the table finally translating into his own drooling, flushed, oversensitive cockhead. The room was empty, the other Neimoidian business men and women having slunk away to leave Sisse in privacy with his Daddy."Deep breath," Sisse obeyed the order without a single thought put behind it and between that breath and the next his knees had gently touched the surface of the table, his torso being held upright by the silk rope that might as well have been made from beskar with how immovable it felt against the give of his flesh. "Another." The second deep breath was easier and as the rope that had been holding Sisse up, replacing his spine and core for the last indeterminable amount of time, went slack, Sisse slumped forward on the exhale, collapsing against his Daddy's shoulder, his face pressed directly to the elaborate beading stitched along the seams there. "Good boy."The throbbing between his thighs became even more insistent and Sisse let his head loll, pressing to the man's collar and breathing in the scent of vinegar and spice and the citrusy tang of his Daddy's cologne. The dense, sudden weight of his fur coat brought Sisse further back into his body, but not enough for him to begin caring. Daddy's fingers carefully worked the thick elastine belt until it cinched tight around Sisse's waist, disguising the fact that he was practically naked, wearing nothing but his stockings, panties, and the ropes still binding his arms immobile and his cock against the line of his belly.The speeder wasn't one of Daddy's, the smell was wrong, but Sisse simply pressed his face to his Daddy's neck even further, feeling dry, smooth skin and the heavy, low buzzing that made his entire face vibrate and go numb with the force of it. It was grounding when the rest of him was feeling too small and too big and to far away all at once. The drive to the apartment was a small eternity, worse than when he had been dangling above the table, buzzing with the sensation of eyes on him."Shh, you are doing so well," long fingers brushed over Sisse's damp cheeks and he blinked, frowning. When had he begun to cry? "What is wrong, Princess?"What was wrong? Sisse couldn't quite name it, not now, not when language was something nebulous and impossible to grasp, like dustmotes floating in a sunbeam. There was an aching, gnawing emptiness in him, as if everything that had filled him up had been drained out and he needed something, anything-"We are home, Princess, let us get inside."He was practically carried into the apartment, the taxi parked directly on the roof, right next to the turbolift, and when the doors opened into the living area Sisse sighed, going limp once more in his Daddy's arms."Just a few more steps, there we go," Daddy shifted, sweeping his arm beneath the backs of Sisse's thighs and grunting as he carried Sisse's full weight the rest of the way to the bedroom. The top of the thick coat threw open and Sisse sighed as his Daddy's hands carefully undid the belt. Clever, firm hands lifted Sisse's shoulders then his hips, casting aside the too-hot fur and gently, carefully, feeling over the ties, slipping fingers between rope and skin and checking knots carefully. "Shall I take this o-"Sisse curled in on himself, whining wordlessly and tangling his fingers tighter in the ropes. If they were taken, if they were undone, then he would float away."Shh, shh, Princess, it is alright, I will not take it away," after a few moments where Sisse felt his Daddy's palms making slow, circuitous passes of his body, ankle to neck to wrists and back, Sisse began to regain control of his legs, wrapping them tightly around his Daddy's hips. "Hmm?"Empty. He was so empty. Rolling his hips slowly against his Daddy's, he felt the tell-tale undulation of the man's ovipositor slipping free, prodding at thick layers of clothing to try and find the easy, familiar clasp of Sisse's body."Give me a moment."It was longer than a moment, Daddy shifting and struggling to pull aside layers of thick pleated fabric, struggling to find the clasps between the beaded hems and seams. When his overrobe was finally cast aside, Sisse squirmed, gasping and shivering as the long skirt was then removed, leaving his Daddy in the long-sleeved shift, his ovipositor smearing fluid against the fragile silk. When the fabric barrier was removed Sisse immediately spread his legs as far as the ropes still binding his thighs would allow, trying to angle his hips so that the long, slender organ could find and press into him."Patience, Princess, we need the-" his Daddy's fingers moved towards the nightstand and Sisse couldn't have stopped the annoyed whine if he wanted to. He could already see the tell-tale bulge at the base of his Daddy's cock, the tell-tale shifting of eggsacks beneath the thin skin. All it would take would be one good fuck and they'd be sliding deep into Sisse's gut, settling and sticking there for weeks until they broke-down and passed through his system. He so rarely got to feel it, his Daddy always so careful and fastidious, but Sisse wanted it, wanted the gut-deep feeling of something inside him. "No." The whine was pulled from high in Sisse's throat as he stared at his Daddy, pouting and arching his spine to try and press his hips closer to the seeking, writhing tip of the ovipositor. "Be good."Freezing, pouting, Sisse relaxed his thighs, huffing as he felt the tip pressing against his perineum, his balls, the base of his cock, before following the crease of his thigh down to his ass. His Daddy let out a low, shuddering groan and Sisse craned his neck to see the thick silicone band wrapped tight around the base, carefully cutting off the channel that the eggsacks would inch down to press into Sisse. With that risk mitigated, Daddy shifted, grasping at Sisse's thighs and using the rope tying them together to press his knees towards his chest, better exposing his ass to Daddy's unmoving gaze.Sisse shivered at the feeling of his Daddy's free hand grasping at the tip of the ovipositor, one long thumb crooking inside his ass to test the give while the slick, hungry organ tried to follow, prodding and drooling to ease the way. It only took a few seconds of the one digit kneading and working before the slim, unflared tip worked into Sisse, wriggling and chasing the warmth independent of Daddy's control. When the ovipositor met resistance, Sisse's entire abdomen clenching instinctively at the deep press, Daddy's hand gentled over Sisse's waist and hips."Shh, relax, relax," slim thumbs pressed against the strange little muscle that made his entire groin loosen, easily allowing the ovipositor to slide deeper, bulging beneath his abdomen in a slow movement that, years ago, might have disturbed Sisse, but now simply made his cock jump and drool even more against his andomen. Once Sisse felt the unyeilding silicone ring press against his ass he shivered, his fingers tangling in the harness keeping his arms crossed and immobile as he braced himself."So good for me."Sisse liked being good. It felt so good to be good. He tried to clench around the thick muscle bullying against his insides, but the press of his Daddy's finger against that one muscle at his inner thigh, Sisse couldn't do much more than weakly shiver on the bed."You would be an excellent host, so healthy and warm and wet," his Daddy sighed, their hips flush and unmoving even as the ovipositor inside Sisse moved in slow, deep coils of motion. "I could clutch you properly half a dozen times over." He could feel the hollowness that had been slowly growing inside him being filled and, not for the first time, Sisse wished he had the ability to clench properly at the flexible muscle threatening to push deeper than any living thing had managed before. "But you are too lovely to waste in such a manner. I would much rather keep you here, like this, purely for my pleasure."Please. Sisse couldn't form the word, couldn't do much more than pant and sigh and let out gasping little huffs of air with every deep thrust of the ovipositor.So distracted by the feeling of his Daddy inside him, Sisse didn't realize when his cock, jumping and twitching with every undulation of the ovipositor against his prostate, finally drooled out thin globs of come. The slick fluid pooled on his abdomen and Sisse shivered as he felt it streaming down his sides, soaking into expensive sheets beneath his body, causing the fabric to cling to his skin. Daddy groaned and smeared his hand over the skin, rubbing it in before grasping at Sisse's waist and in an instant he was shuddering, rocking his hips slowly, eagerly, until the urge to fill Sisse with eggs passed.When the sticky, too-thick come began to fill him Sisse choked on his own air, feeling the hollow inside him growing smaller and smaller before it was replaced with an overwhelming fullness.The harness was suddenly too-tight, pressing against his skin in a suffocating way, making it that much harder for Sisse to breathe as every inch of space he previously might have been afforded was abruptly and mercilessly filled to overflowing. Come dribbled out of his ass, around the insistent press of flesh and Daddy let out a pleased, chest-deep buzzing as he pulled back to watch the way his ovipositor slowly retracted, still spitting come into Sisse's body. He was left gaping and dripping on the bed, trying to breathe as the sticky come quickly turned gelatinous and heavy inside him, the press of the kinbaku ties against him giving now leeway against the new bulging of his gut."Beautiful," his Daddy's thumb pressed into his ass, kneading and teasing at the loose, well-used muscle before his Daddy tilted his head, staring firmly at Sisse's face. "And mine.""Yours," Sisse managed, voice hoarse and ragged and fucked out as his eyes went lidded. Only yours.
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"The asshole at twenty-three asked you if you sent these porg wings to Mustafar to cook them.""Well you tell the asshole at twenty-three that if he doesn't like it then he can come back here and tell me to my fucking face!""Order of nerf nuggets for two and can you make the Tattooine sauce extra mild?""Two orders of nerf nuggets tossed in bitch sauce, coming up.""Where are my fucking deathsticks! I'm going on my smoke break!" Tup fumbled with the packet of deathsticks, holding it out to Fives as the older waiter turned and grinned at him. "Tup! Thank the stars, we're getting swamped out there." Fives accepted the crumpled packet that had somehow made it into Tup's apron last shift, immediately lighting up one of the pungent sticks on the open flame of the grill currently threatening to break out into a grease fire."Out of the kitchen!" Nox shouted from where he was putting out a small fire on the grill, throwing two absolutely charred burgers directly into the garbage chute with a curse."Yeah, yeah, yeah," Fives shouted as he made his way out to the fire escape, leaning a hip against the rusting, groaning metal as he took a slow, deep drag from his deathstick while Tup lingered in the doorway connecting the rickety deathtrap to the main hallway. "How're you feeling? First shift on your own."Tup's fingers worried the edge of his namebadge clipped onto the edge of his apron, the worn and scratched plastoid bearing a shiny fresh peel-and-stick label with his name and notably lacking the small "in training" note that had been taped to the bottom of it for the past week. "Oh, you know, feeling a bit nervous, I'm not really good at remembering the specials like O'Niner wants-""Listen, I've been working at Eelers since O'Niner was poaching from 79's and 79 himself was whining to Fox about it," a small cloud of thick, faintly fungal smelling smoke billowed around them. "O'Niner doesn't give a kark about the specials. Just keep your tables drunk and don't comp too many meals and you'll be fine."It was the same advice Fives had been giving him for the past five days, but Tup could still feel his heart pounding nervously as he grabbed a loose strand of hair from his bun, twirling the long curl around his finger.Honestly, when he had finally graduated from Kamino he and Dogma had been marked for the Jedi Relief Corps and he had been less nervous about meeting a real, living, breathing Jedi than he was now, about to start his first shift where he wasn't shadowing his infinitely more confident older sibling. But there really wasn't much of a choice. Dogma had needed medical treatment at the Coruscant Jedi Temple after a psychotic break and Tup wouldn't leave his twin behind like that. So they had ben transferred out of the Relief Corps and, after Master Kenobi called ex-Knight Skywalker, who spoke with Senator Amidala who had a dinner with the ex-Supreme Chancellor, Tup and Dogma had been officially rostered onto Fox's Peach Trees operation.They were, technically, employees of Eelers, located down in the lowest levels of the enormous habitower, even if Dogma hadn't had a single shift as of yet. It was, according to literally every single one of the occupants of Peach Trees that had tried to reassure and welcome Tup and Dogma to the habitower, quite literally the easiest job that Fox could have assigned them. No dancing, no glory holes, no sex work, no modelling, literally just wearing skin-tight latex and surprisingly comfortable heels while serving overcooked food to drunk customers who couldn't tell a three-times processed nugget from a prime cut of steak. Tup got to keep his tips, he paid a small amount of his paycheque to Fox to cover room and board for Dogma while he wasn't working, and the rest of the money was his to do with as he pleased.It was very different from the austere way of the Jedi, where even clones and those who worked with the Jedi relief Corps were expected to eschew such things as payment and possessions. It had felt, Tup quietly (privately) thought, like being stuck on Kamino all over again, with nothing but pale neutrals and a lack of anything to call his own."Here," Fives' crumpled packet of deathsticks was tucked back into Tup's apron pocket. "Whenever you feel overwhelmed, tell O'Niner you're taking a smoke break and just dip out for five. Just don't smoke in the staff rooms or he'll throw a fit over the smell."Tup gave a shaky smile to Fives as he nodded, letting out a shuddering breath. "So you're off?""Yup. I'll see you at the end of your shift," the crooked, confident smile that Fives leveled him made Tup's heartbeat slow slightly as he nodded at him. "You'll do fine, kid."He did not do fine.The Correllian Pod Races were on and that meant that the entirety of Eelers was filled to the brim with Yourellians and Corellians alike, shouting and arguing and causing fistfights as they ordered copious amounts of food and booze and shouted at the screens when the channels commercial breaks happened too often for their liking. It added a whole new element of chaos to an already nerve-wracking shift.Within the first three hours of a twelve-hour shift, Tup had managed to mess up every single ticket so far, drop three plates of steaming hot food all over one of the customers, and serve two tables the wrong plates which meant the meals had to be entirely remade instead of just being switched from one table to the other. He had also been groped no less than seven times throughout the course of the evening, hands sliding along the back of his thigh to cup his ass through the tight latex of his uniform. One diner had even flicked up his apron in an attempt to get an eyeful of Tup's cock and he was never more grateful for the protective curve of the codpieces that kept him tucked carefully away and leaving nothing for the latex to outline but the smooth plastoid of the codpiece."I'm gonna take a smoke break," he stood next to the host stand, tears in his eyes as O'Niner waved him off without looking up from the datapad in his hand."Just don't go to the breakroom - Caster, party of five!"Slipping into the hallway neatly partitioned away from the raucous roar of the main restaurant, Tup took in a shuddering breath as he glanced at the various doors. The breakroom and staff restrooms were off limits, that much was clear, and while Fives was perfectly happy to stand out on the deathtrap of a fire escape, Tup wouldn't step foot on it even if the building was burning to the ground. Letting his eyes slowly slide away from the staff area and towards the restrooms marked for guests.They were clean. Cleaner than the staff rooms, probably, and there was a small series of ventilation grates above each private stall, which Tup could blow smoke out of and maybe get a few wafts of whatever passed for fresh air - or at the very least air that didn't smell like grease and deep fried food and the press of bodies.He pushed the restroom door open and let out a breath of relief as he scanned the room and found it entirely empty, nothing but the faint smell of air deodorizer and the sanitizer that the currently deactivated little mouse droid used on the floor. He took the last stall in the room, tucked into the furthest corner from the door, and, after some maneuvering and clumsily grasping the top edges of the stall, Tup managed to gain access to the small grate, taking in a deep breath of air and letting the chilly, perpetual breeze of the lower levels waft over his face.Part of him wished that he could open the top of his uniform, but he had quickly learned that doing that meant that it was nearly impossible to redo the fastenings in a timely fashion, not when the latex would stick to everything and anything and Tup would then have an uncomfortable, chafing collar of dry latex where the seal of the uniform had been broken."Well, aren't you a sight?" Tup's heels skittered on the edge of the toilet seat and he stumbled as he whirled around, falling off of his perch and only barely managing to avoid hitting the patron behind it. The towering, dark-green Yourellian was standing in the open doorway of the stall, his elbows resting on the top edge of the stall walls as his bulk obstructed the doorway, boxing Tup into the stall. "Didn't know this place offered these sorts of... amenities.""They don't, I was just - um-" glowing yellow eyes were set deep in the Yourellian's face, but that didn't stop the way Tup watched as the man took in his curly hair, piled into a messy bun atop his head, a few strands escaping the elastine tie, before gliding down to Tup's face, his shoulders, his body, lingering at the namebadge clipped to the apron covering Tup's groin. "I need to get back on the floor, actually, I'll just-"Jango Fett was short for a human and his clones were the same. Even in his heels, Tup's head barely met the underside of the Yourellian's chest, his thick arm easily slamming into the stall to block off Tup's potential escape with a bicep the size of a gmo-laden meiloorun."L-listen, I, um, my boss is going to be looking for me-""Wanna make some extra dosh?" The drawling, confident baritone of the Yourellian was pitched low, and as Tup blinked dumbly up at the man he reached down with the hand not blocking Tup into the stall and flicked open a pocket on the black leatheris vest he wore. A 100-credit ingot was produced and Tup's mouth fell open in shock at the sight of it. "Yeah, you got the idea." The ingot pressed to Tup's lower lip, keeping his mouth open as his eyes darted up to meet the Yourellian's. "Fuck, you've got a pretty little mouth."Vaguely, distantly, Tup knew that this was a bad idea, one for the books, and that it might very well get him removed from Eelers if O'Niner caught him, but the gold ingot pressed to his lower lip was warm and tempting and really, if all the man wanted was his mouth, there was... There were worse things that he could demand from Tup."Well?" The ingot was pulled back. "You wanna get paid? You gotta work for it."Tup swallowed thickly and hesitated before he slowly, carefully, knelt down on the cold, blessedly clean tile of the stall.The fastenings of the Yourellian's jumpsuit were done up in the typical style of spacers, with a series of magsnaps from the lower abdomen to the small of the back. Tup's own latex uniform bore snaps in the exact same configuration, so he knew that all it would take was the top three snaps being plucked open so that he could access the man's cock and not risk touching more than necessary. Pulling the leatheris open, Tup had to resist the urge to gag at the musky, overly fleshy scent of the man's cock. Yourellians were covered entirely in a sheen of thick, green slime. Tup had wiped down enough tables smeared with the secretions to know that the smell of it never truly went away. He was not certain why he had thought that the scent wouldn't extend to their cocks. Now, faced with the man's darkly flushed erection, dripping with a mixture of those pungent skin secretions and a thinner, pale yellow precum, Tup had to wonder if he himself would ever stop smelling like the Yourellian.It wasn't an... Unattractive cock. He supposed. Compared to himself and the rather limited variety of genitals that his siblings bore, it was definitely unusual. The flesh was darker, dripping with a mixture of the same pungent skin secretions across the Yourellian's body, but also with a thin, transparent precum that was startlingly similar in colour to what Tup's own cock spat out whenever he shivered beneath his blankets and tried to keep his sounds quiet. The head was different, more pointed, with a wider slit that seemed to continuously drool out more precum, spattering on the floor between the Yourellian's heavy, durasteel-toed boots. The main difference, however, was the fact that the man's testicles were nestled around the base of the man's cock, forming a thick, heavy knot of flesh that, when Tup gave a tentative squeeze, made the Yourellian groan wetly above him."Give it a suck, sweetcheeks," the man murmured, thick, wet fingers tangling in the curls at the back of Tup's head, a pinky catching against the elastine band holding his bun in place.Pulling in a slow, deep breath through his mouth, trying not to smell the overwhelming scent of the Yourellian's skin, Tup leaned forward and fitted the tip against his tongue, and gave a quick, cursory suck.The precum was sticky and as more of it poured onto his tongue Tup knew that it was a losing battle trying to prevent the flavor from coating his entire soft palette as he instinctively swallowed and worked his tongue across the fleshy tip. His hand worked over the rest of the length, trying to figure out how, exactly, the heavy cock would fit into any human being at all. When he pulled back for an unobstructed breath the Yourellian chuckled, smacking the thick length against Tup's cheek, smearing secretions and precum across his face."Did I say you could stop, slut?" Humiliation burned through Tup and he glared at the Yourellian. The man gave a deep, pleased laugh as he tightened his grip in Tup's hair, hauling him until his knees and the toes of his heels skittered across the tile floor, wedging Tup's face against his cock as a thick hand stroked at the length. "Come on, have another taste. Soon you'll be gagging for it."Tup did not honestly want another taste, but the thought of having some extra credits, more than he usually earned a night in tips, spurred him forward. Wrapping his lips around the tip of the Yourellian's cock once more, he gave another testing suck before he let his own saliva pool in his mouth to slick the way, dragging his tongue over the few inches of flesh he could fit into his mouth, his hand working the rest of it slowly, hesitantly. When his lips met the beginning bulge of the man's testicles he gagged, the tip of the cock wedged against the back of his throat and causing him to pull back instinctively -"There we go," two thick thumbs wedged against Tup's jaw, forcing it to fall open as if the very hinge of it had been removed, and in an instant Tup's airway was cut off with a single thrust of the thick cock."Mhmph!" Tup choked and gagged violently on the cock, his hands reaching up to scrabble at smooth leatheris as the Yourellian's hips pumped into his throat, thumbs forcing his mouth open while fingers gripped the back of his head, the two enormous hands easily holding Tup's skull in a bruising grip that threatened to crack the bone easily."Fuck yes," more of that hot, sticky substance spat out of the Yourellian's cock and Tup choked as it flooded the back of his throat, burning its way up his airway to stuff up his nose. "Swallow, stupid slut."It was nearly impossible to obey that order, not when the thick cockhead was wedged right beneath the knot of his throat, his jaw still forced open while the knot of flesh at the base of the Yourellian's cock kept wedging up against his lips as if the man wanted to force the impossible girth of his testicles fully into Tup's mouth."That must be one fucking hell of a piss you're-" the new set of footsteps stopped and Tup's eyes fluttered open, tears turning the sight blurry, but he could clearly make out four bright yellow eyes rather than two staring down at him as the Yourellian that was stuffing himself into Tup's throat managed to wedge the knot of his testicles past Tup's lips and teeth. "Feirfek.""Fuck off Sarr," the Yourellian currently literally balls deep inside Tup's throat groaned, moving Tup's head back and forth in small twitches of movement. Tup could feel his fingers going numb where they clutched at the man's hips and thighs, his nose pressed up against the open magsnaps of his pants as the world went slightly grey at the edges. "I'm busy.""I can see that," the other Yourellian chuckled and Tup felt more of the sticky precum escape through his nose as he struggled to find some airway that wasn't being filled by the man's cock and fluids. "You plan on sharing after you're done?""Why not," the man shrugged and Tup couldn't even whine as the movement jostled him. His hands dropped from the man's hips, the heavy grip around his head the only thing holding Tup upright as he felt every muscle in his body unspool without his permission. "There we go."The heavy cock was removed from his mouth and Tup gurgled and gasped and coughed around the heavy breaths he greedily sucked in. His mouth still wasn't allowed to close, but that was fine as long as he could breathe. The relief was short-lived as his head was pulled back down onto the Yourellian's cock, the man easily working himself into Tup's throat all the way down to the root before pulling back again, listening to the thick, wet sounds that escaped Tup's throat with every thrust."That's it, you like that, don't you, slut?"Tup had no control over the moan that bubbled out of his mouth or the way he could feel his own cock throb beneath the oppressive latex of his uniform. His legs were shaking and he couldn't stop the way he felt so suddenly empty."Where's your bonding tape?" One of the men asked and if there was a blaster to his head right at that moment Tup could not tell which one had spoken, his sole focus pulled down to the cock thrusting in and out of his throat at a steady pace, making him gag and choke less and less with each pass.He became vaguely aware of the fact that his mouth, still open though the thumbs that had been pressing against his jaw were gone, was empty. His legs skittered and sprawled across the floor as he was hauled up and led out of the stall, drool and precum and secretions dripping down his entire front to soak into the fabric edge of his apron. It took a moment for him to realize that he was being wedged into the basin of the urinal, his legs kicked open by the heavy, durasteel toes of the Yourellian above him."You want more, dumb slut?" Thick green fingers stroked the Yourellian's own cock and Tup's tongue was numb and lolling outside of his mouth, drool dripping down his body as he tried to keep his vision in focus. "That's what I thought." Heavy, leatheris-clad thighs framed his head, pressing it against the smooth durasteel of the urinal as the Yourellian fed Tup his cock again. "Good slut. Yeah. You like that? You like gagging on cock?" His thighs twitched without his control with each thrust, his heels skittering and clicking against the tile, sprawled wide and obscene as his own cock was mortifyingly hard from the abuse. The cock wedged against the knot of his throat pulled back and Tup panted as he tried to focus on the face of the Yourellian above him. "Good sluts get come when they ask for it.""Mnnah," it took a long, agonizing minute for Tup to find his tongue, his eyes struggling to stay open as the scent of the Yourellian permeated his head, turning everything so wonderfully warm and fuzzy. "Ahah." He swallowed, smacking his lips, trying to unstick his throat as he shifted where he was wedged uncomfortably in the urinal. "Wan' 't.""That's it," his eyes followed the cock, crossing as it smeared across his lips, his nose, his jaw and chin. "Say, you want cum."He did. He wanted it. Desperately."Wan' cum." His tongue was thick, clumsy, but the Yourellian groaned and fed him the cock again nonetheless."Swallow it all," thick fingers pinched his nose and in an instant, there was cum, hot and thick and slimy, being fed directly to the back of his throat.Somewhere, at the back of his skull, he could hear Fives' voice, fuzzy and far-away, warning him to not touch a Yourellian too much, that there was... Something... Something about their scent? Their skin? Secretions? Something... Something that Tup couldn't quite grasp hold of and focus on as he choked, feeling some of the cum trying to force its way up through his nose, only for the frantic working of his throat and the tight pinch of the Yourellian's fingers to prevent any of the cum from escaping him."Fuck, yes, that's it, that's it."The cock and hand retreated and Tup blinked up at the man looming over him, panting, only to choke and gag as a stream of acrid, hot fluid splashed across his tongue. The come that he had just swallowed immediately came up as his entire body rebelled at the taste of the Yourellian's piss on his tongue.The two men looming over him laughed loudly as Tup covered himself in come, piss, and bile, coughing and choking and completely missing the sound of bonding tape being pulled from the roll."Nn-no-" he whined as his wrists were grabbed and bound together before they were pressed to the top of the urinal, his arms flexing as he uselessly struggled to pull them down."That shit's made to hold starships together, dumb slut," the Yourellian sneered as he did up the magstraps of his pants and grinned down at Tup. "Don't worry, it's like you said." The man sneered and patted at Tup's cheek with his filthy, sticky palm. "Your boss will come looking for you." And with that he was left there, the scent of the Yourellian soaking completely into him as he whined and writhed and struggled, even as the fog of arousal made any coherent plan to escape impossible.Later, much later, after the fifth Yourellian came across his face, soaking his hair in piss and causing the curls to cling and stick to his face in wet rat-tails, the mouse droid beeped to life and began the process of cleaning the bathroom floor. Tup could vaguely hear it bumping into his feet and sending his heels skittering across the floor, before it returned to its charging hub just as the door swung open and two much younger Yourellian's stepped in, jostling one another and laughing and wrestling until one pinned the other and immediately moved to grasp at Tup's hair, tilting his head back to feed his cock into Tup's waiting mouth."Look at him go," the waiting Yourellian laughed, stroking his own cock and watching as Tup slurped and sucked at the musky, sticky skin. His was tongue too numb to do anything more than vaguely press against the swelling testicles pressing against his soft palette, filling his cheeks as the Yourellian hurtled towards an orgasm.It felt good, the feeling of the cock filling his mouth, his throat, the head nestled perfectly against the knot in his throat and twitching in time with the Yourellian's heartbeat."Hey, hold on," the man not anchored into Tup's mouth by his cock crouched down, undoing his apron and lifting the piss-and-cum soaked fabric, the flimsi notepad he used to take down orders slapped onto the floor wetly along with the apron, his thick black marker skittering across the tile in some vague, nebulous area that was just not near Tup. "Fuck, Dulo was right, slut's too cum-stupid to even charge for it.""Well, we should help him out."The cock wedged into his throat slipped out and Tup whined at the loss, gurgling on his own spit and the sticky, insubstantial precum as his legs twitched. The bindings around his wrists were cut with the buzz of a vibroknife, only for the two Yourellians to shift and manhandle him until his knees were hooked over his elbows, his wrists bound behind his neck with the tape wrapping tight around the criss-crossing of his joints to keep him from escaping the binding. He was still, mortifyingly, stuck in the urinal, slumped in an undignified heap with his latex-covered groin on full display to the room."Bet you'll get better tips if folks can use your ass too," one of the Yourellians snickered and in an instant the magsnaps of his uniform were pulled open and his codpiece was removed, revealing the throbbing, twitching nub of his cock above the dripping, soaking wet folds of his cunt."Fuck, look at that," a thumb brushed against his cock and Tup twitched, feeling the slack muscles of his pussy and ass twitch, his holes feeling so weirdly open, as if he had been opening himself up on his one small, simple, vibrator for hours instead of dangling with his hands bound and his cunt and ass entirely untouched. "Heh, he must have drank enough pre that he'll never properly close up." Two thick fingers sank so easily into Tup's cunt he didn't even feel the stretch, the flesh easily giving beneath the assault as two more fingers sank into his ass, pulling him open just to see the gape of him. "Gimme that."There was the click of a marker cap and Tup blinked as he felt the drag of the marker on his freshly exposed inner thighs, watching as the Aurebesh slowly resolved into something readable, if a bit crooked.
Pussy - 15 Credits
Ass - 25 Credits
The marker was wrestled away from the man scrawling across his thighs, and in a moment the collar of his uniform was wrenched down, exposing his collarbones.The marker dragged over his skin there and both men laughed, one of them flicking his comm open to take a picture while Tup blinked slowly, blearily, up at the two, whining as he let his mouth remain open and drooling in invitation through the whole ordeal."You're never gonna make any money if you keep up that face."He didn't care, not when the feeling of his lips wrapping around the tip of the man's cock was heavenly.The angle was different, new, with the massive Yourellian's thighs straddling Tup's shoulders in order to access his mouth, leaving the rest of his body exposed to the other Yourellian, who seemed content to finger at his ass and cunt, tugging at loose muscle to see the way his body gaped helplessly under the assault. He managed to force his throat to swallow and tighten as he moaned and drooled and gurgled around the cock he was certain he could feel in his stomach directly. His eyes peered up at the younger Yourellian, wishing for the first time in his life that he had the Force so that he could beg the man for his come with his thoughts alone.As if the Force itself heard and answered his silent please, thick globs of come slid easily down his throat and Tup eagerly swallowed, letting his throat flutter around the spent cockhead as he moaned and a gush of fluid escaped his cunt at the sensation.The man fingering Tup's ass and cunt laughed loudly, "dumb slut's fucking coming from sucking cock!""Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to - nnnggh..." The hot, powerful stream of fluid hitting the back of his throat directly made Tup gag and choke, vomit filling his throat and mouth around the Yourellian's cock and spilling out over his chin and down his front. "Oh yeah, that's it.""Hey!" A sharp voice barked from the doorway of the bathroom and Tup gagged as more vomit poured out of him, coating his entire front and sliding down his newly-exposed chest, into his rumpled and wrinkled uniform where it had been carelessly shoved aside from his body. "You two fuckheads are going to miss the ninth circuit!""Shit."Tup coughed and choked on his own breaths for a few minutes, his cunt and ass feeling so loose and sloppy and empty without ever having been fucked.He wasn't sure how long it took for someone else to come into the restroom, but when the door opened again it was to raucous cheering from the restaurant proper. Heavy footsteps drew Tup's eyes open as he peered hopefully up at the new occupant in the room.This one was wearing a dense orange jumpsuit, and when he stepped to the urinal he didn't immediately feed Tup his cock, instead kneeling down to press between his thighs, smearing the tip of his cock over Tup's cunt. The muscles spasmed slightly at the touch, but when Tup took in a sharp breath, maybe to whine, maybe to try and beg, the thick, blunt tip was pressing deep into him, the thick swell of testicles easily slipping past slack muscles to nestle tight against something that made Tup's legs twitch where they were being held open by his bound arms.The thickest thing that Tup had ever managed to press into his cunt was the admittedly slim vibrator he kept at him, even that had always felt overwhelming and too-thick inside him. The Yourellian's cock should have felt like it was splitting him open like he'd never be able to close himself up again, but all he felt was the easy glide of every glorious inch of the man's cock inside his cunt, the same pace that the other Yourellians used to force themselves down Tup's throat pounded into the sloppy wet mess of Tup's cunt.Tup felt a vague, gasping fear take hold of him when he felt the Yourellian come inside him, hips pressed flush and the thick knot of the man's testicles twitching and pulsing against his sensitive inner walls. The Yourellian didn't move as Tup squirmed and gasped and writhed, trying to gain some control of his muscles to push the cock deep inside him out while some part of his brain that had awakened abruptly tried to think of the last time he had gotten his contraceptive hypo from the medics. The last he could think of was before he left Kamino over six months previous. He hadn't had time to renew the shot in the last three months, not with Dogma to worry about and then settling into Peach Trees.The Yourellian pulled out, thick come drooling out of Tup's cunt as he whined and squirmed, feeling the muscles gape as the Yourellian shifted and grasped his limp cock, rubbing it against Tup's folds and lips, smacking the thick cockhead against the throbbing nub of Tup's own cock. When the man began to piss on him, Tup squirmed, trying to press the cock back inside his trembling cunt, desperately trying to get the man's come out of him even if it meant being filled to the brim with the even more pungent-smelling fluid.He had no such luck, the man chuckling giving another slow rub of his length against Tup's cunt before he stood, tossed fifteen credit chits onto the floor, and left the bathroom, just like all the others before.The stream of patrons increased as time went by and Tup eventually lost count of them, more concerned about the way his gut felt bloated with come, his ass and pussy sloppy and ruined to the point where he was certain that he'd spend the rest of his life leaking and soaking the insides of his clothing. His skin was covered in thin green smears where the Yourellians had made sure to rub their secretions across him, marking him inside and out with a variety of scents that at some point had stopped making his stomach turn."That's it, slut," the Yourellian that had just come inside his throat groaned, his thick fingers tangled in the piss-soaked rat-tailed mess of his curls. "Such a good fuckin' slut."He didn't even taste the warm trickle of fluid down his throat. He wasn't entirely sure if it was because the man's cock was pressed so far back in his throat that the weak stream of piss was entirely untastable, or if, more disturbingly, at some point Tup had gotten used to the taste. Maybe it was a little bit of both. Whether it was the precum, the cum, secretions from the skin of the Yourellians, or the urine that Tup was swallowing in weak, lazy clenches of his throat, something had filled his mind with fog.Every concern he had had earlier in the night (Two? Three? Seven hours ago? Tup couldn't tell, all he knew was that his mouth and cunt and ass were empty and he waited, eager and squirming, for the next man to come to give him what he needed) was gone. Why had he worried about anyone walking in? He needed them to come, to press into him, to fill him up. His cunt had drooled out every bit of come from the men that had taken pity on him and fucked him full and he needed more. He needed their touch, their scents, their cocks, anything they would give him."Fucking stars, Tup!"Tup? Yes. That was his name. Not slut. That was wrong.His stomach turned as he felt his head loll to look at the doorway, Fives scrambling into the room, eyes wide in shock and horror as he pulled his vibroknife from his apron and immediately cut away the bonding tape that had been holding Tup in place, relieving his muscles from having to do anything but go slack and relaxed for the men that fucked him. He slumped into Fives' arms, shuddering as steams of mixed fluids leaked out of his holes, trickling down his legs and filling the sloppy creases of his uniform. Fives helped him to stand, unsteady on legs that felt like rubber, strong hands pressed to Tup’s sides as the other waiter tried to assess Tup for damage in the familiar way every clone had been trained for on Kamino.He caught a glimpse of himself in the wide mirror over the sink. He looked like an absolute wreck. Every inch of skin that the men had managed to expose was covered in fluids. He looked nearly as slimy as the Yourellians themselves, his hair a dripping mess about his shoulders, the elastine band that had held it all up in a bun long discarded somewhere. His cunt was still flush and as Tup reached down to touch himself his fingers came away dripping with a slurry of fluids that had dripped out of his loose, aching holes.The fingers lifted automatically to his mouth, pressing between his lips as he sucked on them, his eyes going lidded as he pressed the fingers against his tongue, trying to imitate the familiar weight that sent bolts of pleasure straight down to his cock. He swayed, nearly stumbling, and when Fives reached out to grab him, an arm wrapping around Tup's waist tightly, the pressure on his abdomen made more fluid drool out of his gaping ass and cunt in watery, slick globs."Fuck. We gotta get you cleaned out."Tup had the sneaking suspicion that he'd never be clean again, and at this point, hazy and come drunk and drooling as he was, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be.
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There's something to be said for eating food that is probably not very good for you in a warm bath with a man that is probably too good for you.Thick, leathery fingers kneaded at Shu's back as she sat, knees pulled up to her chest, her hips framed by Bullba's own powerful swimmer's thighs, his knees the perfect height for resting her head against. The hot bowl of hokkey noodles was perfect. Spicy and savory and warm with the flavor of the various meats mixed in with the translucent strands of pickled lakeweed and thick, chewy noodles. The eating sticks were the cheap kind handed out with nearly every single takeaway that Shu has ever gotten, but they did the job well enough for a meal that wasn't traditionally eaten with utensils.Every single Peach Trees apartment had been renovated in the last year to get water plumbing alongside the usual sonics and Shu had taken to the entire concept of regular baths outside of client suites like an Aiwha to water. Even if the low, cheap tub in her apartment barely fit her own stocky, broad frame, it was nice to be wedged into the tub alongside her boyfriend, enjoying the Gunganese fusion that he was constantly making for her and her roomies. His body pressed cool and clammy against her back compared to the steaming heat of the tub turning her skin sweat-slick where the water didn't reach her.The brush of Bullba's bill against her shoulder followed by a brief nuzzle at her neck drew Shu out of her hunger-fueled daze as she chewed a particularly large chunk of opee meat."Something you want?" His hands were sneaking around to her breasts, kneading at the tender flesh carefully as his tongue slid down to brush briefly over her collarbone, then along the swell of her breast, teasing her nipple between his fingers and making her head tilt back on a sigh -Only for that long, powerful tongue to snap out and snatch up a whole tangle of noodles and a yobshrimp from her eating sticks."Hey!" The water splashed up around them slightly, sloshing over the edge of the tub as Shu turned to glare at the unrepentantly smirking Gungan, his eyes narrowed in delight as he swallowed the food whole, the thick column of his throat flexing as he grinned at her with his shallow row of needle-like teeth. "You had your portion!""This is the cook's tax," his low, rumbling voice was amused, the careful, clipped Coruscanti accent that he used around his market customers turned rounder at the edges as his natural Gungan accent rolled the vowels and softened the consonants. His tongue shot out as he took another mouthful of noodles and a whole razor clam into his mouth, his bill snapping shut as Shu gave an entirely undignified squawk. "And that is the boyfriend tax.""Stealing from the needy?" Shu pouted at him, her eyes turning narrow and displeased as she puffed out her cheeks. "Rude.""Needy?" Those deep yellow eyes went lidded as the tilt of his bill turned sly. One broad palm grasped her, squeezing at her cheeks until her lips puckered and she blew a raspberry at him, her tongue sticking out as far as it could go. "More like a spoilt brat."Despite the tease - and Shu's apparent brattiness - Bullba still leaned in, the firm flesh and cartilage of his bill pressing to her mouth as his long tongue slithered into her mouth, coiling around her tongue in a single loop before delving deep into her throat, past where many of her siblings usually complained about their gag reflexes. As his tongue pulled back, damp with Shu's spit, Shu couldn't stop the shiver that wracked through her, arousal pulsing low in her gut as she shakily caught her breath. Bullba was staring down at her, his hands kneading firmly at her breasts, her nipples caught between thick knuckles pressing just hard enough to tease.It was always easy to forget about the aches and pains of the day, the points where clients had handled her too roughly or where her clothing dug in in unpleasantly sensitive spots, when he looked at her like that, like she wasn't literally just another copy of three-million.Bullba leaned back slowly, drawing her closer to his chest and causing more water to slosh as it was displaced by his taller frame. One long haillu was thrown over his shoulder to cover his chest, the other dangling out over the edge of the tub while the Gungan guided and turned Shu so that she was facing him. Even before he moved to lower his head into the water, his nostrils closing off instinctively at the first splash of water over his sensitive bill, Shu could tell exactly what he was planning and stopped him with a hand on his shoulder."I'm still gross from that last client," the lower you were on the totem pole the less time you got between clients. Shu was lucky enough to get the opportunity to clean herself enough between clients that they weren't aware that they were getting sloppy seconds (or fifths, or twelfths) but that didn't mean that there wasn't a mess of other people's fluids still inside her. It was better than the glory holes, but only barely."I can clean you out," his bill nuzzled against her jaw and Shu hummed as she placed her half-eaten bowl of food aside, her gut clenching with nerves and pleasure making a confusing tangle."Alright."Thick fingers with carefully filed down nails gave one last squeeze to her breasts before slowly making their way down to her waist, her thighs, hiking her further up Bullba's waist before he planted his feet along the slick bottom of the tub and began the slow rise from the steaming, soap-scented water. It took some maneuvering but eventually Bullba got his legs fully under their combined weight and with a flex of his abdominal muscles against Shu's groin they were rising from the tub completely. The wetness rushing down between Shu's thighs could definitely be attributed to the bath, but she knew for a fact that part of it was a mixture of her own slick arousal and the cum of clients, all of it following the pull of gravity as she was carried. Bullba's cock was still tucked mostly away within his cloaca, but a brief roll of Shu's hips as she was lowered down his body to better balance told her that the very tip was slipping out of him, twitching and narrow and unobtrusive against the slit of her cunt.They dripped water all along the bathroom floor, across the hallway, and into the bedroom that Shu shared with Dazzler, Bullba wasting no time to sprawl her across the mismatched sheets and blankets and pillowcases of her bed that was definitely not made to hold two occupants. Shu wondered, absently, if that was a ploy of Fox's to prevent the various occupants of Peach Trees to take clients or lovers off the books. A burst of melodramatic music from the recreation area announced that Loco and Fuzz were watching the latest episode of Rodian Kisses at a volume that would probably drown out the sounds of Bullba and Shu in the bedroom. Dazzler was still on her shift and 69's and a brief glance at the chrono over the door told Shu that she wouldn't be back for at least three more hours.Not that having an audience had ever stopped them before, but Shu wasn't particularly fond of getting her pussy eaten out while Dazzler was brushing her teeth and arching a judgmental brow at her.Laid out on the bedding, still dripping wet from the bed, Shu looked down her body at the Gungan currently settling so that he was knelt on the ground at the foot of her bed, his elbows pressed to either side of her hips as his hands slid over her belly, her breasts, the curve of her ribcage meeting her waist, her hips.Despite being an Omega-classer, Shu still had Jango Fett's DNA. There was no softening the broadness of her shoulders and chest, the thickness of her waist. Most of her sisters, those that didn't transition into brothers (like Fox and Loco and Hevy), or enjoyed the gender neutrality that their superficially identical bodies offered (like Echo and Shine and Rhyme), would undergo surgeries to soften themselves. Shave off a few millimeters of bone here, redistribute some fat there, pinching and folding and tucking themselves into something more resembling the delicate frames of holo starlets and women that were not manufactured to be as hardy as the Fett Kaminoans were. They were the workhorses of the ranks, made to withstand harsh conditions and brutal battles, to carry brothers twice their weight for miles on end and, if necessary, repopulate the ranks for longer-term conflicts.Shu had scheduled those appointments and chickened out over and over again. It wasn't a matter of money, Plastics had been brought onto Fox's payroll early into the Peach Trees project. The surgeon was more than willing to do whatever the hell any of his siblings asked of him even if he did have the disgusted air of a someone who absolutely hated their job."What are you thinking, Shu-Shu?" Bullba's voice rumbled over Shu's belly, right above where on a natborn human a navel would be. His bill was nuzzling at the skin there, the long, fleshy whiskers tickling at her skin as he tilted his head to rest upon her stomach, his neck a long, smooth column along her groin and abdomen as his bright yellow eyes blinked up at her.He looked good like this. The pale brown of the back half of his body used to be spattered with dark speckles when he had first arrived on Coruscant, but after two years working in the lower levels, away from the natural sunlight of the higher surface levels, the freckles had faded almost entirely. Shu wondered, quietly and not for the first time, what he had looked like on Naboo, swimming in lakes and harvesting yobster traps and digging up razor clams.She wondered if he looked at her and wondered the same about her life on Kamino."Nothing, Bubu," Shu's fingers slid down to brush along the front of his bill, between his eyestalks, before following the same path backwards, up to her own abdomen, her sternum, her collarbones and then to the bedding beneath her head."Ii mara'mma," Bullba's low, smoker's husk murmured against the curve of a rib bone before the Gungan's body was shifting from kneeling beside the bed.The man moved slowly, lazily, knees planting on the mattress as he climbed his way up the bed so that his elbows could frame Shu's shoulders, her hands wrapping instinctively around his biceps, squeezing the lean muscle there. After a beat the Gungan lowered his head for a brief, soft little mirshmure'cya, Shu's flat forehead pressing to the long slope of cartilage between Bullba's eyestalks, leading down to his bill as it tucked against her chin and throat. The Gungans called it a nsusu'uubuuruu and Shu couldn't stop the way her heart ached as she pushed against the gentle touch.How strange and how perfect that she had fallen in love with a species that matched the affectionate gestures of Prime's culture."Like this?" The question was low, quiet, and one arm shifted, pressing to Shu's breast, kneading at the modest palmful of tissue and earning a soft groan from Shu's lips before the hand slowly glided down her body, counting her ribs, teasing the dip of her waist and then the high cut of her hips."However you want," her thighs ached and the last thing she wanted to do was straddle his head and do all the work of riding his face, but if that was what he wanted then she would give it to him."Hmm," the low rasp brushed over her lips and Shu breathed in the scent of bluecrawler smoke that lingered permanently on his breath. It was a strange scent, earthy and crisp and oddly clean, though she supposed could be attributed to the fact that bluecrawler was a dried algae from the clean, clear waters of Naboo's lakes.The sudden feeling of Bullba's tongue on her nipple drew Shu back into her body, wrenching her away from her drifting, distant thoughts and into the electric synapses shooting through her. The Gungan's head was level with her breast, his neck arched in an undoubtedly uncomfortable way to better brush his bill just barely over her nipples, his tongue swirling in slow, lazy loops. The very tip of Bullba's bill pursed, sucking softly at smooth skin as Shu gasped and whined and clawed at his shoulders and arms, her chest pressing up into the gentle suction."Tease," she hissed, her thighs squeezing at the long line of his waist as Bullba gave a low, rumbling chuckle as he pulled back.Shu shivered, staring down at the swollen peak of her nipple, seeing the way Bullba's slitted pupils turned round in delight as he leaned in to give a soft, awkward kiss to the sensitive flesh. After a moment he shifted, his haillu draping over his shoulder to flop gracelessly against Shu's torso as Bullba moved to her neglected breast. Again his tongue moved in lazy, teasing swirls, drawing her nipple into the careful press and suction of his bill, though this time he sucked more sharply, more frequently, at the sensitive nipple, causing Shu's spine to arch and her hips to buck up against him as she jerked with each bolt of raw sensation that rocketed along her nerves.Her thighs were shaking against Bullba's sides by the time he began to nuzzle and lick and inch down her body, his tongue darting down quickly to drag against the slit of her cunt. The yelp that escaped her sent a hot flush up her face as she sat up on her elbows, looking down at the Gungan as his eyestalks tilted to better stare at Shu's face"Belly down, Shu-Shu," he ordered, his leathery hands squeezing her waist before he started to roll her over, leaning back to turn precious few inches into more space for her legs to fumble as she rolled over. Bullba's hands pressed to her shoulders as he shifted behind her, pressing her until her shoulders were flat on the bed, her hands clutching at the tangle of her blankets as her boyfriend slid his hand slow and luxurious down her spine, following the curve until he grasped her hips.For one hazy moment Shi thought he might press his cloaca to her cunt, that she might suddenly be filled with the long, smooth length of his cock. Instead, after a moment, Bullba leaned forward, grinding the solid swell of his groin to her cunt and ass as he reached up to grasp one of the fluffy pillows he had gifted her two months previous after they had ruined the last set.She obediently shifted her body, letting Bullba press the pillow beneath her hips, easing her belly to the surface of the bed. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Bullba shifted so that his arms wrapped around Shu's hips, elbows hooked against her thighs, and pressed the fleshy tip of his bill to her cunt. He nuzzled and rubbed his bill against her folds, pressing a sucking kiss to her labia before he pressed to her core and thrust his tongue into her."A-ah," the half-moan half-shout was too loud, even with the holoprojector still playing daytime holodramas at top volume. The same lazy swirling that had turned Shu's nipples too-sensitive and swollen and hard was applied to her cunt. Bullba's tongue looped slowly, firmly, against her walls, inch inch by glorious inch, before pulling back with a long, messy slurp.The reprieve was very brief, only long enough for Bullba himself to pull in another deep breath before he pressed to her cunt again.Where a human would only be able to go for so long without breathing, smothered by the press of slick folds, the Gungan took full advantage of his ability to go for several long minutes without breath. Shu tried to keep track, counting seconds to distract herself from the pulsing throb of arousal that was building and building within her as Bullba's tongue made sure that not a single inch of her cunt was left untouched, cleaning her of the lingering mark of her clients' fluids within her.The first orgasm rolled through her easily, a slow-building thing that was heralded only by the clench of her abdomen as she let out a soft whimpering moan. Her cunt fluttered against Bullba's tongue, rippling tellingly and the Gungan groaned in acknowledgement, but didn't move, his fingers groping at Shu's ass to better spread her open so that he could press closer, his tongue continuing its sinuous movements deep inside her.Scrabbling behind her to press at his skull, Shu tried to shove him back, to give herself some reprieve from the throbbing, pulsing, ache deep in her gut as Bullba's tongue refused to stop the slow, easy movements inside her cunt. He pulled back after a moment and Shu's hands flopped onto the bed as her entire body went boneless on the bed. The Gungan took a brief, deep breath, before he lowered back to her cunt, eliciting a squeal as Shu's hips tried to writhe away from the tongue sunk back into her cunt, the calloused pad of one thick thumb pressing to her clit to rub circles in time with each lazy loop of his tongue.The second orgasm came up faster than the first, more of a sharp, abrupt flash than the slow, syrupy feeling of Shu's body finally finding release from the slow buildup. It wasn't until after she had stopped panting and huffing for breath that Shu realized that Bullba's thumb had hooked into her asshole, tugging on the loose, swollen rim, testing the give and feeling the way even more fluids leaked out of her. His tongue retreated with a slow, filthy slurp of his tongue retreating from her cunt."Fuck," she managed to gasp, her hands covering her face for a moment before one arm wrapped around her chest, kneading at her breast and teasing a nipple as she craned her neck to look under the arm keeping her propped up, down the line of her flank, at the way Bullba's free hand moved in slow, circuitous strokes up her thigh, over her hip, her waist, then back towards her knee before beginning the same slow journey."Mmm," the fleshy tip of Bullba's bill caused the pleased noise to vibrate through her core as he gave a parody of a kiss to the swollen, throbbing lips of her cunt. After a moment his tongue moved to her ass, teasing and dipping passed her swollen, aching rim.The tease made Shu's thighs twitch, her cunt clenching, but Bullba didn't do much more than just that: Tease. His tongue would dip in briefly, testing the give and clench, slipping free to drag along the thin strip of skin between her eagerly clenching and leaking cunt and the aching flutter of her asshole."Oh stars," her voice was thick with pleasure and Shu would have been embarrassed if every ounce of brainpower wasn't focused on the feeling of Bullba's thumb pressing to her clit while his other hand held her by the small of her back, effectively trapping her ass up, presenting to him as effectively as if she had been bound to one of the glory-hole benches. "Bubu, please." She whined out the pet name and Bullba's voice rumbled out a groan as he pulled fully back."Be good for me, Shu-Shu," he murmured, giving her fluttering asshole a brief press of his bill before he leaned back."Want your cock," she groaned, her fingers tangling in the bedding."And ruin all of my hard work?" It was a clear tease and Shu whined even louder at that. It took some wriggling and doing but eventually Shu had escaped his grip, shifting and turning until her head dangled off the edge of the bed, looking up at the kneeling Gungan with a dark, hungry gaze."Fuck my mouth," she demanded and she could see the way his chest hitched.They didn't do this often. More often Bullba preferred to press their bodies face to face as his cock sank deep into her ass, her cunt not even close to being able to take his cock without both of them being uncomfortable with the cramped fit. From the way Shu could see the shiny tip of Bullba's cock slipping out of his cloaca there were no complaints on his end this time.His thighs framed her head after a moment and Shu grasped at his ass, pulling him close so that she could begin to swirl and tease her tongue against the slick, dripping tip. Thick hands planted on the bedding, holding Bullba's weight as he loomed over her body, his chest pressing to her hips as he waited for Shu to give him the go ahead to continue.Shu savored the salty-clean taste of Bullba's cock on her tongue, different to the heavy musk of most of her more mammalian clients. It took some gentle sucking, her lips and tongue working as her head bobbed shallowly, coaxing his cock out inch by inch until finally she had enough in her mouth that she could take a deep breath and hollow her cheeks and give a proper, hard suck to the flesh.The sudden tightening around the soft tip of the cock triggered the Gungan's breeding reflex, the cock shooting down Shu's throat abruptly. Despite all of her preparation and practice, the sudden obstruction of her esophagus still managed to take her by surprise, even as she thanked her lack of gag reflex. It was a strange feeling, being filled so deeply, but Gungans didn't need the thrusting movement of other species and so Shu simply laid back, sucking in breaths through her nose as she swallowed at a steady rhythm, letting the clenching of her throat do all the work as Bullba's legs tensed on either side of her head.Bullba's tongue returned to her asshole, but this time instead of keeping the dip of his tongue within her shallow, he pressed deeply into her. Her hips bucked and shivered against Bullba's grip as he worked his tongue over every inch of her walls, thrusting deep enough that she was certain he was trying to core her out completely with just his tongue. Taking a deep breath, Shu swallowed around his length in retaliation, making the Gungan groan and thrust his hips down against her face even as his cock didn't do anything but twitch deep inside her.They laid like that for what felt like hours but was probably really only a few minutes, Shu's hands groping and kneading at the thick muscle of Bullba's ass, his own hands gripping her thighs to better spread her open for his tongue. The closer the Gungan got to orgasm, the more Shu worked her lips and tongue and throat against the thick, hard muscle of his cock, the rougher his tongue became, once more corkscrewing and looping and swirling against her insides, causing her thighs to twitch on either side of his head as she let out a wet, desperate series of whimpers around him.Her third orgasm of the night surprised her, her mouth falling open around the cock wedged inside her, choked little moans pushing out of her chest while she sucked in gasps of air through her nose. Her legs curled and shook and trembled as her knees pressed to either side of Bullba's skull, feeling his haillu flopping over her thighs and hips as her entire body clenched up around him. His tongue didn't stop moving, pressing and rubbing and thrusting against her walls insistently until Shu screamed around the cock stuffed down her throat, her cunt spasming as fluid squirted out of her, covering Bullba's neck and chest as he continued to assault every hypersensitive inch of her insides.The flood of thin, watery come pouring inside her, flooding her throat and filling the gaps where previously she had room to breathe. Shu coughed and choked on the come for a moment, trying to swallow as best as she could even as a deep shiver of pleasure ricocheted through her, echoing after the orgasm that had turned her body slack and languid beneath Bullba's shaking, stiffly held form. After the streams of come finally stopped the long, slippery length of the Gungan's cock pulled back into his cloaca, slow and slicked by come and saliva pooling in Shu's mouth.With a slow roll of his hips the tip of Bullba's cock finally worked out from behind Shu's soft palette. She coughed as come spilled out of her, bubbling out of her mouth and nose in a slimy mess, pouring over her cheeks and threatening to go into her eyes as she caught her breaths and tried to swallow down as much of the come as she could. Bullba groaned as he stared down at her and Shu couldn't stop the way her lips curled in a smirk as she focused enough to catch sight of his blown pupils and the way his throat moved with how heavy his breaths were."You said you'd clean me up," she huffed, her voice hoarse and thick from the entire ordeal.She eagerly tilted her head for the messy press of his mouth to hers, her own slick dripping from his face as he tasted his own come on her skin. Even now, filthy and fucked out as she was, everything about the moment felt perfect.Bullba pulled back, standing and walking, entirely naked, down the hallway to the bathroom once more. Shu could hear brief conversation and teasing from her roomies but when Bullba returned it was with dry, fluffy towels and a warm, damp wash cloth. She hadn't moved an inch since he had left and she saw no reason to move now, allowing the Gungan to carefully clean her face, blowing her nose briefly before he tossed aside the cloth. He dried off any remaining sweat and bathwater, laying out towels on the bed to try and (futilely) soak up some of the damp that their eagerness had caused.When he laid her down on her side once more, her back to his chest and his arms wrapped around her middle, Shu relaxed entirely, sighing at the press of his chest and shoulders to her back, his cool skin warming at the contact and radiating her own heat back into her skin."Sleep, Shu," he murmured into her mess of curls, nuzzling at her jaw."I love you," she sighed, shivering as he hugged her tighter, pulled her even more flush to his chest."I love you too, Shu-Shu," his voice was low and warm against her, a blanket on her senses. "Dii'ka oodoo mmiri huuruu aja n'anya."
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Fox was going to kill him if he let the customers beat each other bloody in the middle of 69's. Their insurance rates were going to skyrocket if - Stars forbid - someone died in the middle of the club. Not even to mention what 69 himself was going to do to Crush if the club - his baby - itself was damaged at all on his watch.The Trandoshans were early for their private room and the enormous black-furred Wookiee that had installed himself in a dark corner of the club, watching dancers and occasionally paying for a lapdance had refused to fucking move for the last three hours. Of course he would lunge upwards, moving with a speed that should not have been possible for something so huge, and grabbed one of the Trandoshans immediately, lifting the writhing, flailing, wriggling man by a beskar grip on an elbow.Guests had scattered and dancers and waistaff had frozen in place as Crush was moving with well-trained purpose across the club, right up to the Wookiee, until he could wrap his own hand around the thick, furry arm of the male's greater bulk. Fett Kaminoans weren't small by any means, but standing next to the massive Wookie, his arm extended fully to press against the bicep that was thicker than one of his own thighs, Crush felt downright dainty. The muscle tensed beneath his fingers and the Trandoshan continued to wriggle and writhe like a fish caught on a hook."How about I get you a private room, big guy?" Crush crooned, his fingers kneading at the thick arm, combing his fingers through fur. "You liked Babsy and Vivant, right? How about we get you set up with them?"There was always something fucking piercing about Wookiee eyes. Crush tended to avoid them like the plague normally and had been all too happy to let this particular Wookiee sit in the back and be left alone, but now, caught in the coal-black gaze of the enormous male currently holding a bulky Trandoshan like a child's toy. He barely spoke Shyriiwook, but he could see, in the colourful, low lights of the club, the way those dark eyes slowly dragged over Crush's own body before a low grumble vibrated through the air and into Crush's own body.The Trandoshan shrieked as he hit the ground, his arm thrown aside with... Less blood than Crush had been anticipating. Despite that, the limb flying through the air still caused whatever brave remaining customers that remained to let out disgusted or horrified shouts while Crush's staff clearly had no idea what to do with a whole limb dripping gooey, thick Trandoshan blood onto the floor. Crush wasn't given the same luxury of a reaction, not when a thick, blunt hand wrapped around the back of his neck and gave a hard squeeze. There was a chilling fear shooting through his core, but Crush didn't flinch or shiver at the touch, snapping his fingers and flicking out orders in battle sign as he wrapped an arm around the Wookiee's waist to guide the larger male into one of the back rooms.The rooms were often exclusively reserved for larger parties. While 69's was the most busy club that Fox owned, it was certainly not the fanciest. It was affordable enough for the average person and therefore was popular among the various lower levels merchants, skugs, and bounty hunters looking for a few drinks and some level of sexual release. The back rooms reflected that expectation. Not a single piece of furniture in the rooms matched, being cast-offs from the higher-class clubs that were run in the mid-levels and above of Peach Trees' tower. The current room had recently seen a fight break out between one of the dancers and a gaggle of clients that had tried to stiff her and as such had been repainted and had a few extra pieces of furniture dragged from storage. The couch in particular was a large, crescent-shaped thing with the back leading into thick, cushioned slopes that tapered flush into the floor. Bash affectionately called it the Hutt and Crush would never admit to his batcher that he agreed with the assessment of the ugly, stained, velvet thing.Babsy and Vivant followed Crush into the room and the Wookiee gnashed his teeth as he growled out a 'get out' in Shyriiwook. Crush didn't know much of the language, but he knew enough to send a cold sweat down his spine. Signing to the two dancers to halt, Crush plastered an appeasing smile on his face."I apologize, I simply assumed that you would want a dancer you previously enjoyed," dancers that had been practically mounted into the Wookiee's lap for three hours. What had changed and was Crush going to need to get Bash to flood the room with the neurotox that Fox had insisted on after the last client that nearly killed a dancer.Another low growl, the tones undulating and rippling across the room as the Wookiee lounged upon the couch, legs spread and large, hairy arms draped lazily over the back of his seat. The most Crush could make out was 'you' and 'give'."I apologize, my understanding of Shyriiwook is rudimentary at best," Crush tried not to let his worry show as he stood frozen in front of the doorway, his body a meat-shield between the tempramental customer and the two younger dancers."He wants you," Babsy whispered into his ear, their eyes flickering to the Wookiee as dark fur gleamed in the dim golden light of the back room, his chest moving in slow, deep breaths. One large hand moved to low on his abdomen, right over his groin, stroking and toying with what Crush could tell was a rather intimidatingly big penile sheath."Ah, sir, I apologize, but I am not a dancer-"Another loud, throaty roar rippled through the air and Babsy cleared their throat. "He says that he doesn't want a dance."Crush had once fallen into the tumultuous Kaminoan oceans during a training exercise. The terrifying crushing pressure of the waves, the weight of his full armor plus kit, and the blinding darkness had nothing on the feeling of utter horror that washed through his body as Babsy's words registered.It wasn't that Crush hadn't ever fucked a customer to keep them happy. He had regular customers to the club that he had regularly given suckjobs and even happily fucked in order to keep their business and good will. It was simply that... The Wookiee frightened him. The enormous, black-furred creature stared at him and without the pulsing lights of the club Crush could see that there was a thick scar that cut over one eye and across one side of his mouth, pulling the Wookiee's dark lips into a permanent sneer, revealing long, sharp canines easily as thick as one of Crush's own fingers.Still. If it kept the Wookiee happy and out of the main club..."Tell Bash that he's in charge until I am done in here," Crush whispered to Babsy and Vivant as the two dancers scrambled to escape the room. Once the door closed he locked it quickly, standing there and breathing shakily for a moment before he turned and looked at the Wookiee.Whose name he didn't even know. Shit.He really wished that he hadn't dismissed Babsy so quickly, the embarrassment of having them witness him sucking cock would have been worth it if he could have a translator present. The uncertainty of not knowing what his client was demanding of him was a worse tradeoff than the idea of his employees thinking less of him.Well... Maybe not a perfect tradeoff. Crush had some pride still and immediately calling his employees back like a cadet squalling for a carer in the middle of the night might actually destroy what little he had left.The Wookiee was still lounging upon the couch with the languid reassurance of someone used to getting what he wanted. The very thought made Crush's jaw ache with how tightly he clenched against a snarl. Ignoring his instinct to fight, attack, punch, anything against the intimidating hulk of a Wookiee, Crush approached the couch like a supplicant before a Hutt's throne. He had been a dancer before his promotion, before 69 hard started the slow process of passing off his baby to another sibling to manage the day to day, and some things stuck with him even after over a year of disuse.Like stretching a lesser-used muscle, Crush stepped into the persona easily, giving a soft, confident smirk up at the Wookiee, ignoring the fact that even while he was sitting down the male still looked down on him. The Wookiee's facial hair was shot through with grey and there were several thick braids and twists in the long mane and beard, intricately patterned and engaved beads woven through the strands in glints dull gold and bright brass. Crush knew, vaguely, that there was meaning to the braids and the beads, denoting various bits of information about the Wookiee, but just like the language itself, Crush didn't have much of a knowledge base to be useful in this situation. The best he could come up with was that the Wookiee lacked the typical braid or bead that marked him as married or mated in the standard of his people.Which was good. The last thing Crush wanted was some unhappy female Wookiee coming into his club and ripping his arm off in a fit of jealous rage.A low, rolling purr filled the air and Crush blinked up at the Wookiee, flushing as those burning, coal-black eyes met his own gaze, thick, blunt fingers fitting against the line of Crush's waist. They were... Well. Not exactly human, but they weren't so alien that Crush couldn't see the resemblance. The skin was black, weathered, and where Crush's own palm and soles of his feet were paler than his knuckles and backs of his hands, the Wookiee's skin was the same tone all over, even the keratin of his fingernails was an opaque, even black.The thumb alone was as thick as two of Crush's own fingers and as his thick, muscular waist was framed by both of the Wookiee's hands, he could feel the way the fingertips touched at his spine while those heavy thumbs slid over the swell of Crush's pectorals, finding and teasing his nipples through the thin fabric of his silk shirt. The Wookiee said something that pricked at Crush's mind and after a moment he began the process of unbuttoning the shirt.Thick lips quirked into a smirk and one hand moved up Crush's ribcage to his chest, fingers brushing firmly over the patch of hair there. Dark eyes blazing with interest as Crush removed the shirt and tossed it aside, that same hand moving over his shoulder, lifting his arm straight over his head so that the Wookiee could brush his leathery nose against the hair on Crush's forearm, then down, down, to bury against his armpit. The sudden ticklish sensation made Crush squirm, but he didn't dare jerk away, not when the Wookiee's grip on his arm so closely resembled the way he had held the Trandoshan from earlier.The deep, rumbling growl that rolled through the Wookiee's chest into Crush's own skin was clear enough that he could understand at least a couple of words.'Fuck' and 'good' and some variation of 'beg'."You want me to beg, big guy?" Crush shivered, pressing into the Wookiee's chest, even as it caused his shoulder to twinge at the angle. "I'm not really the begging type."The Wookiee laughed at that and Crush was suddenly gasping as his arm was wrenched behind his back, held tight along his spine. The larger male shifted, hips rolling lazily beneath Crush's hips, allowing him to feel the beginnings of the Wookiee's erection between his thighs. The hand not holding Crush's arm captive slowly slid down his waist, palming at his groin and teasing thick fingers along Crush's belly where a natborn navel would usually lie. Those fingers curled abruptly and Crush yelped like a kicked strill as his pants were ripped open, the fastenings wrecked beyond all recognition and the entire central seam of the pants split open. Crush's free hand grasped at the Wookiee's heavy wrist and he glared at him, trying to squirm away as the larger male purred and teased his fingers along the human's groin.He probably looked laughably delicate to the Wookiee, every inch of well-trained muscle paling in comparison to the Wookiee's naturally larger bulk."You're going to be paying for that, big guy," the among other things went unsaid.The throaty, guttural sound that the Wookiee let out wasn't any word that Crush knew and he frowned, blinking at the other male silently. The word was repeated and after a moment Crush tried to mimic the sound with his vocal chords that were not meant to make, sounding it out slowly."Krr... Krrstaan?"The sound was repeated and Crush shivered as the heavy head of the Wookiee pressed to the side of his own skull, their throats resting against one another so that Crush could feel the vibrations."Krr... Krr-san-tan... Krrsantan?"Another pleased noise that Crush knew to mean 'yes'."That your name, big guy?"Another 'yes' as the Wookiee - Krrsantan - nuzzled against Crush's head, drawing him closer to the broad, barrel-chested bulk of the other male. The fear was still there, still bone-deep and sending shivers down Crush's spine, but there was something about having a name for the larger male that soothed a small portion of it.That small reassurance was summarily destroyed as a thick finger swept along the crease of Crush's groin, past his balls and along his taint to press at his asshole, firm and dry."Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait-" the way he scrabbled against the Wookiee's powerful arm caused Krrsantan to chuff in amusement, immovable as his finger continued to firmly press against tender, vulnerable muscle. Crush's heart was in his goddamn throat as he choked out a high-pitched, "For fucks sake, at least let me spit on your fingers a little!"That made Krrsantan's eyes go dark and lidded, his fingers stopping their insistent pressing to pull back and brush over Crush's lips, tracing the neat, straight line of his blunt lower teeth as Crush let his mouth fall open easier than he would for literally any other client. The last thing he needed was his teeth wrecked on top of any other potential injury. He could only fit two of Krrsantan's thick fingers into his mouth, but he drooled and slobbered over them anyway, choking and gagging as the Wookiee thrust the fingers deep into his mouth, pressing at the back of his tongue, before pulling back, slick and dripping and better than nothing. The enormous male shifted, using the grip on Crush's arm to force his back to arch, his hips to lift from Krrsantan's lap roughly until freshly slicked digits pressed to Crush's ass once more.It took more effort than Crush would have liked to admit to relax, trembling and terrified and nervous as he was. The first digit pressed in and Crush couldn't stop the pained groan that tore from his chest, tears immediately prickling at his eyes as the barest tip of Krrsantan's finger felt like it was going to kill him with how wide it stretched him already. His own cock was entirely soft and as the Wookiee's blunt finger worked him open, stretching and pulling and drawing pained whines and grunts and moans from Crush's chest, Krrsantan's own cock was hard enough that Crush could get a terrifying look at it.The thing was massive, just like everything else about the Wookiee. It was easily the length of Crush's forearm from wrist to elbow with the wide shaft of it big enough that Crush's fingers definitely wouldn't touch if he wrapped his hand around it. The tip was weirdly flat and smooth, the same width as the rest of the shaft, blunt enough that Crush knew he would need more than two of Krrsantan's fingers to be able to even take the tip of the thing. There was a swelling at the base of the cock that told him that the monstrously huge thing had a knot and Crush couldn't stop the way his thighs trembled and briefly twitched as if to snap closed at the thought.He was going to be walking funny for a Stars damned month.The heavy finger that had been slowly fucking him open curled and Crush's eyes fluttered and crossed as the blunt tip of Krrsantan's finger pressed directly into his prostate. The moan that escaped him was all pleasure, his muscles going slack as the thick finger continued to thrust against the tender, sensitive bundle of nerves. By the time the first finger was inside Crush, all the way up to the knuckle, Krrsantan had figured out to press his thumb against Crush's taint, stimulating his prostate easily from both inside and out, coaxing more embarrassing sounds from Crush as he squirmed like a fish on a hook."F-fuck!" Crush's hips rutted against the Wookiee's own cock as he came, still limp and leaking pathetically on the throbbing, twitching shaft of the larger male. The orgasm clearly did as it was intended, slackening his hole enough that a second finger could wedge into his trembling, sensitive body, thrusting at an angle to avoid Crush's prostate and instead core Crush out in preparation for Krrsantan's cock.Krrsantan grunted, growling in frustration at the way Crush's body refused to open, his hole clenching tightly around the two digits wedged knuckle-deep inside him. Each rough movement of the Wookiee's fingers felt like Crush was being brutally fucked already instead of simply fingered open. His noises were turning lower, wetter, more guttural as he shuddered and whined at the way Krrsantan's fingers curled and twisted and tugged at his rim.The room spun abruptly and the air was knocked out of Crush's body as he was pushed into the slanting arm of the couch. His toes barely touched the ground where Krrsantan's hand held him in place by the wrist still pressed to the small of his back. His cock was wedged uncomfortably between his belly and worn velvet, his thighs trembling on either side of the plush line of the couch's back and arm.Fingers hooked back into his asshole and Crush groaned, one leg twitching and shaking violently with the painful stretch as Krrsantan knelt behind him, hot breath finding the back of Crush's thigh, teeth grazing briefly at the swell of his ass before the Wookiee spat on Crush's abused hole, using his fingers to work the fresh lube into him. Briefly, hysterically, Crush wondered if Krrsantan would let him suck on his cock to at least try and get it wet enough to take.All of those thoughts were quickly thrown out the window as the wide, blunt tip of the Wookiee's cock pressed just beneath the two fingers, slowly replacing them as the digits inched out, tugging Crush's hole wide for the head of Krrsantan's cock.The initial second of penetration stung like nothing else, and Crush panted like a bitch in heat over the wide stretch. Two fingers, even the inhumanly thick ones that Krrsantan had used on him, was not enough for the stretch. It felt like the time that one client had eagerly worked an entire fist into Crush while he groaned and yelled and writhed at the stretch only worse because there was more to come.Krrsantan let out a long, eager howl at the tight clench and Crush shuddered as the Wookiee thrust instinctively deeper into him. His wrist was released and Crush used his newly freed hand to clutch at the couch, trying to futilely brace himself for whatever was to come. Warm, heavy hands wrapped around Crush's waist, thumbs pressing to the notch of his hips while the fingers pressed to his belly, holding him tightly in place.Or Crush had assumed the grip was to hold him in place. When Krrsantan grunted and started moving Crush in time with his thrusts, bodily sliding him up and down the thick length of his cock like some sort of cheap toy, he couldn't stop the way his voice cracked on the moans and shouts and whines that escaped him.His toes weren't even touching the ground anymore, instead he was fully dangling in the air, his face and chest the only parts of him still pressed to the couch and even that was only through virtue of the death grip his hands had on the overstuffed surface. He could feel the way his ass spasmed and clenched around the cock as Krrsantan worked it in and out of him at a pace that made his stomach turn. Every so often his body would tense particularly hard, causing the cock to slip out of him with a wet, audible pop, only for Krrsantan to release him with one hand, spit on either the cock head or his asshole, and sink back into his body.The second orgasm helped loosen him a bit more, his soft cock drooling out come onto the upholstery as Krrsantan picked up the pace eagerly. Each thrust reached deeper now and Crush let out a thick, agonized moan every time the cock head pressed too far into him, trying to work further into his gut. The fingers grasping his waist framed the cock moving beneath the flesh of Crush's belly. He could feel the way it moved, hard and impossible to ignore, making his entire left leg shake and twitch with every direct pass of the blunt cockhead over his prostate."Oh fuck," Crush groaned, pressing his face to the couch as something inside him gave and Krrsantan's cock slid impossibly deeper. His ass finally met the long, coarse fur of the Wookiee's groin and he went entirely limp in the solid grasp as Krrsantan's head threw back in a loud, trilling roar.The thrusts picked up pace at that point, becoming longer and deeper and harder, the wet sound of Krrsantan's cock splitting open Crush's asshole filling the room as the Wookiee took his pleasure with no regard to Crush's own. Each thrust glanced and rubbed against Crush's prostate in turn, driving more and more strings of precum out of his limp cock as Krrsantan fucked him. By the time the third orgasm was forced out of him, Crush could feel the swollen, stinging stretch of his asshole turning into a more insistent throbbing pain."Please come," the plea was a low, agonized whine, Crush's entire body shaking as he buried his face in the disgusting velvet of the couch. He felt absolutely pathetic as his fingers clenched in the upholstery, the sparks of pleasure as the Wookiee brushed against his prostate not enough to drown out the pain racing through his body like the Boonta Eve Classic. "Please, pl-lease."If anything his begging made Krrsantan's pace slow, turning each drag of his cock in and out of Crush's abused hole into a small eternity. The Wookiee's low chuffing against the back of Crush's neck made him shiver, his muscles tensing in fear at the feeling of sharp teeth too-close to his vulnerable neck. Heavy, huge palms moved down from Crush's waist to his ass, holding him open as Krrsantan continued his slowed pace, clearly enjoying the sight of Crush's body spasming and struggling to take his cock. Each time the beginning swell of the Wookiee's knot pressed to Crush's stretched rim he tensed, his breath catching at the hard, insistent press trying to force the knot inside his body. After a few moments the larger male would pull back, the pressure lessening and Crush would tremble and shiver in relief."Please, please, just come, please come," the litany of his begging didn't stop and Crush could feel terrified tears rolling down his cheeks and soaking into the couch and his own shoulder as he hid his face, panting and whining like a shiny fresh off of Kamino being bitched for the first time. "Please." He moaned miserably, his thighs shaking. "Please. Please."The thick knot at the base of the Wookiee's cock pressed against Crush's ass and he whined, not even bothering to struggle or writhe as Krrsantan's hands adjusted, his stance widening so that he could further knock Crush's legs open. One wide palm pressing to the small of the clone's back while the other wrapped tightly around his own knot, his knuckles pressing firmly against the tight ring of muscle as Crush felt the Wookiee's heavy hips rutting against him, hard and firm and inescapable. Crush's fingers tore at the upholstery, seams popping as he let out a loud, wheezing groan.The pop of the thick knot finally bullying into Crush's body made him scream, one leg flailing as his entire torso jumped with the sudden fullness.He had not been stretched enough and for a hysterical second Crush could hear Stitches asking him what he thought was going to happen when he decided to take a Wookiee up his ass with only two fingers worth of prep.The good thing about the vice-like grasp of his body around Krrsantan's cock was the fact that the larger male couldn't properly thrust. All he could do was grind and roll their hips together, humping against Crush's body in slow, rocking movements. Every so often he would shift, great furry forehead pressing to the sweaty back of the clone's shoulders to stare down at where they were joined, pulling his hips back just enough that he could see the way Crush's ass clutched and stretched, trembling and hot around the knot threatening to slip out of him. Krrsantan repeated the movement every so often and the more he did the more Crush wondered if he'd survive the Wookiee's orgasm at all or if he might very well drown from the inside out from how tightly they were locked together."Just come, just come, please, please, please," Crush hadn't begged so desperately since the first time he had taken a customer's cock in the back alley behind 69's, keenly aware of the fact that the threat of being caught by 69 or worse Fox was a very real one.The loud, undulating roar that filled the room was probably heard by every customer and staff member out in the club before the noise was abruptly cut off by the feeling of teeth sinking into the meat of Crush's shoulder.Crush's own scream of shock and muddled pain-pleasure was definitely heard by every customer and staff member out in the club.Somewhere deep in his gut the flat, strange tip of the Wookiee's cock filled him with enough come that it felt like not even the swollen, solid knot plugging him up could hope to contain. The cramping started in his abdomen, slowly working down his hip to his thighs, muscles twitching and tensing uncontrollably as Crush hung his head and panted raggedly into the drool and tear and blood covered couch. Krrsantan was purring as he continued to rock his hips, working his come as deep as it could go inside the human's smaller frame.They laid like that for what felt like a small eternity, the Wookiee above him was still purring, hands still running over Crush's body possessively, and the parts of his brain that recognized any level of Shyriiwook clung to the sounds of growls and trills.'Good' and 'mine' and 'mate' was all he could catch and Crush tried not to let the feeling of dread that had settled in his stomach show on his face.It was just business, Crush had done things like this all the time for years at this point, and every single client would mumble about being in love in the post-coital high of endorphins.Broad hands smoothed over Crush's back, his shoulders, down the curve of his ass to knead at his thighs, trying to work the cramps and tension from his body. The touches, as gentle as they were, only served to make Crush tense even more. Terrified shivers warcked through him as the Wookiee's cock slowly stopped pulsing and throbbing inside of Crush. One hand grasped at Crush's waist, the other pressing between his shoulders to pin him, a thick pinky pressing to the edge of the massive bitemark there. Cold dread made Crush's stomach cramp even further as he realized what Krrsantan was about to do."Wait! Don't-"The wet, sucking pop of the Wookiee's limp cock pulling out of Crush's body was both an agony and a relief to Crush as he finally went limp, panting thickly against his own arm as he tried to regain some control over his body."F-fucking... Nnngh," he wasn't going to be able to walk out of the room. Bash was going to have to take over for the rest of the night because there was no way Crush could stand upright, much less wander around the club while he felt like he had been cored out like a Arbooine plum with his neck looking like he had been mauled.A thick, wet tongue dragged over Crush's neck, his shoulder, cleaning blood from the agonizing bite mark there before Krrsantan growled out in Shyriiwook once more.
'Mine.'
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"No!"Once, before Slick had been thrown away like so much medical waste by the Kaminii, all but forgotten by nearly all of his siblings, he had ridden an Aiwha.Kaminii were, at the core of their species and culture, master domesticators. They had to be in order to produce thousands upon thousands of clones. While the Fett line was the greatest en masse line of domesticated clones, previously, centuries previously, the Kaminii had attempted to domesticate and cross breed Aiwhas.They were majestic creatures, sleek and thick-skinned with wide wingspans that allowed them to glide beautifully through the air and water alike. Only the most wealthy of the Kaminii could even afford the time, effort, and resources it took to domesticate even one Aiwha. Even then, the creatures did not do well under domestication, eventually passing away from what Slick had heard the Kaminii call malaise but he knew, deep down, was an enduring longing for freedom.There were different species of Aiwha, the balenoptera, delphinapterus, and physeter being the most popular due to their docile and gentle natures. The most difficult part of domesticating one of those species was, according to the Kaminii, capturing one in the wild as they refused to breed in captivity.The day that Councilor Domo Is arrived at Tipoca City riding his own Aiwha, Slick had known that he had to just touch the great beast, if not manage to ride it.Domo Is' Aiwha was an orcinus, the enormous, smooth-skinned creature bearing a black body with stark white on the underbelly, chin, and around the eyes. Where the gentler balenoptera and delphinapterus Aiwhas had long, flexible bristles in their mouth to better eat krill and prawns, the orcinus bore the same sharp, short teeth of their physeter cousin, made for viciously fighting and attacking larger prey, rending them limb from limb.Slick had stood in his full BARC kit, leaning against the broad side of the Aiwha and listening to the deep, steady breaths of the beast even as Kamino's torrential rain soaked through every inch of his armor and blacks. Looking into the dark, beautiful eyes of the orcinus, Slick had felt the chilling, terrifying and thrilling knowledge that this great beast, this creature evolved for violence and destruction, bent to the whim of the Kaminii, was still unbroken. That Slick's touch was tolerated and allowed only because it pleased the Aiwha to feel his hands rubbing along the tender weak spots of the orcinus' jaw and over a dark eye and joint of a broad wing."Mmno, no."Sitting, panting, with the powerful Yan Dooku glaring over his shoulder at him while the Serennese straddled the bitching bench he was bound to, Slick felt that same aching thrill he had felt while he stood, looking upon Domo Is' orcinus.Long, strong arms were stretched over the bed, bound with thick leather cuffs to the headboard, chains pulled taunt to keep Yan pinned, belly down, upon the bed. The footboard of the bed was set up with a simple padded bench just below the edge, just enough that Yan could be bent fully in half, his thighs straddling a thick saddle-like contraption so that he couldn't close his legs. He was still clothed, even with the ties of his corseted waistcoat ripped free and loose, pooling the fine silk around his biceps and waist. Slick panted as he planted his hands on the small of Yan's back, smoothing his fingers over the curve of the man's spine between the ruined ties as his nose and mouth dripped blood onto dark fabric of the man's shirt.His nose wasn't broken, but it was definitely bloodied, throbbing in time with the molar that had been knocked loose and the ribs that were now bruised and aching. In all honesty, Slick couldn't blame anyone but himself for the injuries. He had become complacent, like Domo Is believing that he had truly domesticated his orcinus, not understanding or realizing that he had merely tamed the beast not broken it. He had known that Serennese were not inclined to gentle submission, that despite their nearly human appearance that they were still bloodthirsty, wild, brutal creatures that could and would kill their mating partners. He had been warned that Yan would not be in his right mind, driven half-mad with need and fear and rage and unable to properly hold back his greater strength.The only thing that was in Slick's favor was that Yan had been taking a steady dosage of Jedi Temple-approved Force Suppressants so that he wouldn't end up actually obliterating Slick in a fit of sex-fueled instinct. Even so, Yan was twice Slick's size, weight, and strength with decades of training in combat above Slick.The beautiful, elegantly decorated suite that Yan had paid Fox a pretty penny for was a wrecked disaster.Only one lamp had survived the literal fight for dominance between Slick and his ornery lover. Several blankets, sheets, and even curtains had been ripped from their spots and strewn about the room. There was even a large mess of claw marks where Slick had finally pinned the other man against a wall before managing to grapple the taller, broader man into submission. The bed was, blessedly, sturdy and thick, made entirely of durasteel with the padding of the bitching bench made of dense foam and thick leather."Alright," Slick gave the man's ass a hard smack as he caught his breath, grinning when the impact caused his captive to startle and squirm, his dark eyes blazing gold for a brief moment before the Force slipped between Yan's fingers like water. "Let's try this again, shall we?"The Serennese's muscles were tense, coiling and clenching tightly as he fought against the binds, testing how far he could spread his legs, how high he could lift his arms from the bedding, how much he could arch his back to twist and glare at Slick. Sharp, needle-like teeth were bared and Slick delivered another punishing strike to Yan's ass."No teeth, whore," he growled, knowing full well that to the Serennese the sound was like a tooka hissing at a nexu. He didn't care, not when his face was a beacon of pain and some small, nasty part of him wanted to make Yan hurt as well. "You bare those teeth at me again and I'll gag you, you understand?"It was a good way to assess how much of Yan was still floating around inside the Serennse's skull. The fact that his lips thinned but closed carefully over his teeth was enough to know that the gag wasn't necessary just yet, not when the man could still understand threats and obey orders."Mnngh," words were clearly beyond Yan's grasp, his tongue thick in his mouth, but his fingers weren't tapping out the dadita for halt that Slick had taught him."Good," Slick knelt down behind Yan, sliding his hands slowly down the man's waist, over his hips, kneading at his thighs for a moment before both hands came down firmly against the muscular curve of the man's ass, grinning when the man's foot instinctively tried to kick at him, only to be held fast by the bindings keeping him mounted on the bench.Yan's entire body went grappling-wire taut at the sound of Slick's vibroknife being unsheathed from his boot."Good. Good bitch," Slick murmured gently, lifting the knife to the seam of Yan's trousers. "Don't move."Even without the motor of the knife running the fabric cut easily beneath the blade, Slick's fingers reaching in to tear the fabric aside until he managed to strip Yan entirely of his trousers, boots, and the simple silver chain that usually bore his lightsaber, communicator, and credit purse. Sliding up the Serennese's body once more, vibroknife still in hand, he carefully cut away the remnants of his waistcoat's thick leather ties, the fine silk of Yan's shirt, letting the tip of the blade drag lightly over Yan's back, a noting the lack of blood or raised marks that resulted from the touch."Looks like you haven't had enough blood today," Slick hummed, pressing his lips to Yan's newly-bared shoulder, the curve of his throat, breathing in the sweet-bitter scent of the other man's musk while his hand slid warmly between Yan's belly and the saddle of the bitching bench, down the curve of his groin to the sensitive head of his cock tucked tightly into his body where a woman's clit would normally rest. "Pity, I would have enjoyed teasing your cock with you like this."Despite the silent fury of the bound man, Yan's hips still ground against Slick's hand, seeking out the heat of his palm. Warm, wet precum dripped from the head of Yan's cock, the most fluid he'd probably produce from that particular organ for the entirety of his mating cycle. Normally Slick would press his mouth to the man, eagerly sucking and licking and wringing orgasm after orgasm out of his lover. There was no chance to do that now, not with Yan struggling so violently, and Slick swallowed the drool pooling on his tongue as he wrenched his mind back into focus.Dipping his fingers lower, Slick smirked at the low groan that rumbled through Yan's chest as he pet and teased at the soaking wet lips of his cunt. Long claws pricked and tore lightly at the bedding and Slick smirked as he watched the way Yan's fingers kneaded instinctively, flexing in slow, unconscious movements as the man's face pressed to the blankets, panting and moaning softly as Slick's fingers slowly worked through the dripping mess of him."Whore," he chuckled into Yan's skin right before he sank his teeth into the meat of Yan's shoulder when the insult caused the struggle to renew.Slick had ridden an Aiwha before, and the feeling of Yan between his thighs, bucking and snarling and struggling to claw and bite and kick at him was just as thrilling as straddling the controlled power of Domo Is' stolen orcinus through Kamino's lightning storms."What, no clever words?" Slick growled, pressing his nose to the sharp line of Yan's jaw, brushing through the neatly trimmed line of his beard as Yan growled but carefully kept from baring his teeth at Slick. "Wonder what everyone would think, knowing that the great Count Dooku, Jedi Master, Sith Lord, is too cock-hungry to deny that he's a whore."The bindings holding Yan's arms above his head groaned threateningly but held."Good bitch," Slick grinned, baring his teeth against the tender skin of Yan's jaw, parting them just barely to scrape and threaten to bite -Only for a new and exciting explosion of pain to burst out from his nose where Yan's head reared back and smashed into the already bloodied cartilage."Mother fucker!"Blood sprayed from his nose and across Yan's jaw and cheek, the man's head turned slightly so that he could stare sidelong at Slick, licking at the edges of his lips to catch stray droplets of blood around his smirk. Slick narrowed his eyes as he clutched at his nose with one hand, the other hand grasping at the Serennese's hair and tangling in the strands, smearing more blood through the finely groomed silver before he forced Yan's head down into the bedding."Stay down," he growled, pulling back to stand behind Yan, the long line of the Serennese's body tensing when Slick vanished from his sightlines. Slick cast aside his utility belt and his shirt, not even bothering to shuck his trousers as he planted one knee against the bitching bench and ripped the zipper off its tracks.The first press of his cock into Yan's cunt was vice-like, but Slick gritted his teeth, grasping at Yan's hips when the man's body immediately jerked and shied away from the blunt stretch of the cock inside him. One long thigh twitched and tensed frantically as Slick continued the slow, inexorable press. The fluttering and clenching of Yan's cunt was tight enough that he was certain that the other man could feel the jackrabbit pace of Slick's own heartbeat through the cock buried inside him.The choked out noise that escaped Yan made Slick pause, his eyes fixed on the way Yan's shoulders curved and hunched towards his ears as much as his bound form could manage."Nnghm," the garbled noise was pressed into the bedding and Slick leaned forward, earning a pained yelp as his cock sank a few inches deeper into Yan's body, their hips rocking and pressing together as he reached up to grasp at Yan's hair, drawing his head back away from the blankets."What was that?" The easy sneer of his voice made Yan tense but he didn't resist the pull of Slick's fingers as he was forced to meet the clone's gaze."Nnhmm," whatever semblance of clarity Yan had once had was gone, his eyes glazed as he panted and stared at Slick.This was the worst part of the whole process and Slick had been warned, countless times, that at some point he'd have to just push through without any input from Yan himself, that Yan's ability to safeword out of the entire situation would vanish but the bloodlust and agonizing need would remain.Flexing his fingers over Yan's waist, Slick braced himself for a long moment before he set a punishing pace into Yan's cunt.Correction.This was the worst part.The worst part was that Slick couldn't stop the way his gut clenched with pleasure as he thrust into Yan, feeling the man writhing and snarling and fighting against every movement even as his cunt grew wetter and looser with the brutal treatment. The worst part was that some sick, fucked up part of him still delighted with the sight of his effortlessly elegant and eloquent lover reduced to pure animal instinct. The worst part of the entire process was how much Slick enjoyed every horrifying second of it.In Slick's experience the Serennese were a fucked up species with fucked up rituals, instincts, and culture. They were not a people made for gentleness and delicacy. He tried not to think about what it said about *him* that his gut clenched with pleasure instead of turning with disgust and horror at the feeling of Yan's body bucking and fighting against his own. Maybe, deep down, he had always been intended for such a species. The kind where love and care was an agonizing, painful thing, something to be inflicted upon another just as violently and brutally as any other type of torment.Yan was beyond comprehension now, his head tossing and his back arching as he tried to squirm away from Slick even as he was held fast to the bitching bench by his bindings. The bedframe groaned threateningly with every pull of Yan's bound wrists, but the durasteel held. When he bucked and writhed and gasped out muddled half-sounds that could have once been words, Slick resisted the urge to come, riding out the feeling of slick walls clenching tightly around him like a vice.Serennese bodies were greedy things. They grasped and clutched and held things that they enjoyed, locking together inescapably. Yan's body was no different, his cunt holding Slick's cock fast the same way Yan's knot would lock within his ass to keep Slick from squirming away from him. Slick growled lowly as he tried to keep from moving, knowing that even just grinding and moving against Yan would be painful for both of them at best and at worst would rip Slick's cock off from the base.The rapid, frantic fluttering of Yan's insides slowed, the long, drawn out orgasm eventually petering out to nothing while Slick waited, sweating and panting and desperate as he tried to resist the urge to come. As much as he trusted the contraception hypos that Fox required for every single sibling that worked in association with Peach Trees, Yan never did. When the tight grasp of Yan's body finally released, Slick quickly pulled out, panting and grunting as he rutted up against the other man's ass like some sort of over-sexed strill.His cock caught on Yan's rim and the man let out a strangled yelp at the wet drag. Slick grasped at the Serennese's hip with one hand, the other squeezing right below the head of his own cock as he drooled over the tight furl of Yan's ass. His cock slipped the first few times he tried to press into Yan's ass. Growling softly, Slick pressed his thumb against the tight muscle, earning a high, shivering gasp.The snarl that escaped Yan as Slick finally pressed his cock into his ass sent an eager shiver through his gut, up his spine, and Slick didn't even bother stopping to examine that particular feeling as he set his pace, selfishly chasing his own orgasm.This, at least, was somewhat familiar, even as Yan tensed and squirmed and snapped his teeth mindlessly at the press and pain. It didn't take much to make Yan come again, just Slick's hand going between Yan's belly and the surface of the bench. Sweeping his palm and fingers over the curve of his groin to press firmly against the retracted head of his cock, Slick continued to fuck into Yan's ass, groaning as his own orgasm slowly crept up his spine. When Yan's hips began to rut against Slick's touch, the Serennese's breaths and sounds turned breathless with mingled pleasure-pain, Slick's own orgasm cascaded over him in waves."Fuck," he grunted, thrusting harder, faster, drawing a deep snarl from Yan, the sound turning high with shock at the feeling of Slick's spend deep in his ass.When he pulled out, Yan was still shaking, panting and trembling violently on the bed, his thighs tensing as if to try and close despite the saddle of the bench keeping him spread.There was no blood, thankfully, Slick wasn't sure if he could live with himself if he actually harmed the man, but a thick dribble of his own come slid out of Yan's ass, mingling with the pool of thin slick dripping in thin strings from Yan's cunt. Slick knelt behind Yan, grasping at his ass roughly, using his thumbs to keep him spread wide, before he pressed his face to the inviting stretch of skin."Hah!" Yan gasped, his legs jerking in surprise as Slick's tongue pressed and teased and swept over the soaked line of his groin, from the tip of his leaking cock to the tight furl of his ass. There was no grasp of strong fingers in his hair, no insistent hand pressing Slick's face closer to the welcoming spread of the man's cunt. Despite this, Slick continued his task, slurping and licking and sucking at soaked skin until the Serennese jerked through another orgasm.It didn't take much for Slick to stroke himself back to hardness, stamina custom designed for battlefields coming in handy as Slick stood and rubbed the head of his cock between soft folds. Whatever fight Yan had was slowly bleeding out of him, his limbs going limp as Slick thrust, hard and deep and bruising, into him.Time had no meaning, not when Slick could only focus on wringing out every ounce of resistance from his lover's body in an attempt to dig through to something resembling lucidity. By the time the light streaming through the windows of the suite had turned to the amberic lights of Coruscant's nighttime skyline, Yan's voice, hoarse and ragged, finally called out."Halt," the one word was absolutely wrecked, but Slick still stopped, immediately soothing his hands over Yan's back, his shoulders, up his arms to grasp his wrists."You going to try and kill me if I untie you?""Not at the moment," the Count sounded exhausted and Slick could sympathize. The bindings were carefully undone and Slick rubbed at the deeply bruised joints of Yan's wrists. When he undid the thick straps holding Yan's thighs and ankles flush together so that he was forced to remain kneeling on the bitching bench, Yan let out a low hiss."Sorry, sorry," Slick soothed, shifting so that he could heft Yan up onto the bed entirely. "You okay?""Mhm," Yan rolled carefully onto his back, groaning softly as his legs managed to stretch out properly. As big as the bed was, Yan was still far too tall for it, having to curl himself slightly so that his limbs didn't dangle off of the edge. Slick carefully arranged himself against Yan's side, kissing at the man's jaw and shoulder and neck gently until Yan sighed and pressed his own face to Slick's neck. "You did wonderfully."The reassurance made something small and wretched twist in Slick's chest as he clutched tightly at Yan's torso, holding him close. "I don't know if I can handle five days of this.""Unfortunately the older I get the longer they last," the enormous Serennese hummed, pressing his lips to Slick's pulse, feeling the thrum of it before Yan pulled reluctantly back. "I can comm Fox if you need help, I'm sure he would send someone-""No," Slick growled, pressing his teeth to Yan's throat in a quiet threat that he had acquired from the man himself. Yan chuckled at the press of Slick's blunt teeth against his throat, the sound exhausted and rougher than normal but still familiar."Whatever will Fox think if he found out that you were so possessive?" Long, pale fingers combed through Slick's hair, through the ruined mess of product and sweat there, his claws pricking gently at Slick's scalp."You're one to talk with that exclusivity clause," his words were mumbled against Yan's throat but the man chuckled regardless, his fingers grasping around the back of Slick's neck to hold him close."That is merely insurance," Yan sniffed haughtily, eyes narrowed as they looked down at Slick. "It would not do for you to be blabbing about me to your other clients."Pulling Yan closer, Slick hummed and happily pressed their foreheads together, warm and gentle and quiet as they laid together."I would like to bathe while I am still lucid," the large Serennese's fingers slid reluctantly from around Slick's shoulders, kneading at his biceps briefly before Yan slowly began the process of sitting up, wincing at the pressure placed on his groin."Come here," Slick quickly stood at the edge of the bed, right between Yan's thick thighs. It took some maneuvering before Yan's legs managed to wrap around Slick's waist tightly enough that they wouldn't trip up Slick as he walked. Slick's head was tucked right up beneath Yan's arm, looking around his ribcage as he carried the larger man to the fresher.The tub was massive and deep enough that Slick could stand on the bottom and only the very tops of his shoulders would be visible. The swirling, steaming water was a clear immediate relief to the larger man's sore body, turning his limbs immediately slack in Slick's grasp. They stumbled briefly before Slick placed Yan on the low bench so that he could assess everything.Yan's face and hair was still smeared and crusted with Slick's own blood. Slick didn't want to think about what his own face looked like, but once Yan was asleep he'd worry about using some of the bacta in the bathroom cabinets to tend to the throbbing nose and loose tooth. Collecting a small, neatly folded wash cloth, Slick began the process of washing off the blood, sweat, and semen from Yan's body, scrubbing the limp, languid body of the larger Serennese slowly.At one point his fingers pressed between Yan's legs and the man's head lolled back against the edge of the tub, throat bared in a show of submission as Slick circled his fingers over the head of Yan's cock, feeling the flared ridge of it before he dipped lower, feeling the tight muscle of his cunt. Serennese weren't inclined towards using their clawed fingers or wickedly sharp mouths for sex, leaving any foreplay between mated pairs impossible or luxurious. It had only taken a few of their initial sessions for Slick to learn that while Yan could handle the punishing pace of unprepared sex, he greatly preferred the feeling of Slick's fingers and mouth on him, warming him and turning him wet and loose for his cock.The mating fever wasn't conducive to foreplay, not when Slick was fighting for his life between periods of gentle lucidity, but here, now, with Yan languid and relaxed and staring at him with dark, calm eyes, Slick couldn't resist the way his fingers sank deep into his cunt, warm and gentle and curving perfectly to find that stretch of thin flesh that never failed to make Yan's thighs twitch violently with pleasure."Hah, hahnn," Yan's head was thrown back, his breaths turning heavy as he hooked his ankles behind Slick's knees, keeping him pinned in place, his palm grinding against the head of Yan's retracted cock while his fingers slowly worked another orgasm out of him as Yan gasped out a litany of "Slick, Slick, Slick" into the clone's hair. The tight grasp of the Serennese's inner walls around his fingers caused Slick to still, waiting for Yan to ride out the feelings and the muscles to loosen so that his fingers didn't get dislocated at the knuckles.Sharp teeth brushed over Slick's jaw and he stiffened, immediately pressing his fingers to Yan's mouth, forcing his head back along the lip of the tub until his head pressed to the tile floor."Oh no, you don't," Slick growled, Yan's mouth falling open to reveal his sharp, pointed teeth dripping with saliva. The movement elicited a sharp gasp and made Yan's entire body jerk against Slick's, wrenching his fingers and causing Slick to bite his own lip to keep from cursing at the pain."Slick," Yan whined, his hands grasping at Slick's shoulders, claws digging into the blood-rich muscle like fucking meat hooks."What did I say earlier?" He gave a sharp squeeze and shake to Yan's jaw, running his fingers through the thick hair there. "What did I say?"His pupils were the size of ball bearings, rolling back as Slick's thumb moved to press and brush over the head of the man's cock. Yan gasped and shivered, his cunt clenching and trembling around Slick's fingers, "No teeth, whore."Slick groaned at the high Coruscanti accent repeating back his own filth to him, easy and low and rough in the air. His fingers finally slipped free of Yan's cunt and he pressed closer, wedging his hips against the other man's as his hand remained firmly on the Serennese's jaw."Legs up, lemme in," he growled, pressing his cock against Yan's ass."Mmnn," the groan rumbled between their bodies as Yan clawed at Slick's back. "No."There was a moment of hesitation and Slick loosened his grasp on the other man's throat, staring down at him. "That's not the word I need to hear."One long claw unhooked from the meat of Slick's shoulder to tap out a quick, single word in dadita.Go.The steaming hot water had the side effect of loosening Yan's muscles, but even so Slick struggled to work the head of his cock into Yan's ass, especially as the other man tensed and squirmed against him. The water sloshed as Yan writhed against Slick's body, his throat working against Slick's grip on him."Let me in," Slick snarled, his teeth brushing over the plush curve of Yan's pectoral. "You can let me in your ass or I'll come in your cunt." One long leg twitched, pulling Slick closer, and he grinned as the head of his cock slipped easily into Yan's ass, warm and tight as their hips pressed flush together. "There we go."Yan's eyes managed to fix on Slick for a moment, just enough for Slick to know that the man was still with him even as he drifted away on the current of his cycle. "S-Slick.""That's it," he murmured against Yan's throat, kissing gentle and warm even as he set a hard pace that jerked the Serennese's body against the edge of the tub. "Good bitch." Sharp teeth caught Yan's lip and he groaned, his thighs shaking as he held Slick closer. "Fuck, yeah, you like that?""Mmno," the breathless sound made Slick's gut throb with even more want even as the words slowly slurring heralded the lull in the other man's cycle coming to an end. Pulling back, Slick grinned widely at the wrecked moan that rumbled from deep in the Serennese's chest. "Slick!""On the bed," Slick growled as he released Yan's throat and pulled back as far as Yan's brutal grip on his shoulders would allow, ignoring the way his own cock throbbed with aching need. "I want to bitch you properly."Sharp, wicked teeth were revealed in a wide grin as Yan stared down at Slick. "Make me."
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Really, the only benefit of the Coruscant Security Force precincts being manned by droids was the fact that they never gave Daggett shit about the frequency of his visits. That did not mean that Daggett hadn't been here often enough to get a bit of a reputation among even the droids staffing the front desks.Stepping through the front doors of the precinct, Daggett was struck with the painfully familiar atmosphere of the lobby. There was a variety of different beings milling about, some seated on the uncomfortable plastoid chairs, others pacing in frustration, while still more lined up to argue at the front desk. Daggett took one glance at the line that was currently five-beings deep and immediately made his way to the pair of vending machines in the corner.The battered old Mr. Caffey machine gurgled and hummed and stalled for several seconds before spitting out a paper cup that was then filled with cheap, strong caf and lumpy moof milk that was clearly expired. Daggett made a face and threw the full cup directly into the nearby recycler before ordering another cup, this time without the milk, hoping that the sugar would be enough to cut through the taste. The other vending machine was half-empty, but it still had the sticky honey buns that he liked so Daggett got two, unwrapping one immediately while the other got half-squished against the cup of lukewarm caf in his hand.The line had gone down enough that Daggett could see who was at the front desk, arguing with a particularly displeased looking Devaronian through the transparisteel divider. The KX security models were all ostensibly identical, but so were all clones and recent trends of personalization had taken the droid community by storm. The Devaronian snatched the datapad from the KX model, stomping off to complete the formwork and revealing the familiar pair of aurebesh 8s marked around each eye with the bottom loops designed to look like blocky tears just over where a human's cheekbones would be."Next," droids were not meant to have personality or emotions as such, but Daggett could practically feel the exhausted annoyance in that one word."Hey, K8-8O," the high counter hit Daggett at his shoulders, so when he was grateful for the high heels that had been killing his feet for the whole evening, allowing him to perch his folded arms on the edge of the counter and his chin on one wrist. "Guess who I'm here for."A burst of disgusted static escaped K8-8O's vocoder before he immediately pulled up the formwork on the datapad for Daggett, filling it in without bothering to hand the pad over to the clone. "You know when we stopped pulling you into the cells I thought I'd see less of you.""What can I say, I get homesick," he watched as his contact details were plugged in. "Wrong apartment number, I got moved up to a single suite. Number 378.""Fancy," K8-8O corrected the entry and then flicked to the confirmation screen. "You agree that in posting bail for one Flestic Crupp you understand that your money will only be returned to you in the event of his appearance in court for his hearing on seventh of Yelona this year?""You and I both know I'm not seeing that money again, but sure, I agree."The KX series was clearly sympathetic to that fact, he probably knew exactly how much dosh Daggett had wasted on the Rodian currently stewing in the back cells. Daggett had stopped keeping track after the amount hit five digits. "Sign here."Daggett scrawled his signature across the datapad's scratched up surface before pressing his thumb to the reader. When the reader turned a bright, cheerful blue K8-8O pulled back and began the process of bailing Flestic out."Alright, K8-8O, what's the damage?" He was already fumbling open the small pocket of the fashionable yet useless little utility belt that he had gotten, lamenting the fact that he wouldn't be able to replace it after paying whatever small fortune of bail that had been posted for Flestic."Bail has been placed at 5,000 credits, debit or dosh only, no loans or deferral of payment," K8-8O gave him an apologetic look, or as close to one as a droid could get. "Sorry, new policy. After the third time someone pulls a runner they start demanding bail up front."He didn't bother trying to protest that policy, it would get him nowhere except possibly in the cell across from Flestic with some less-scrupulous criminal."Long night?" He had three thousand currently counted in slender credit chips, and as he ran quiet calculations for Fox's cut, Daggett gave a sigh. "I'll put the rest on my Banking Clan Card.""Probably not as long as yours," the droid was processing the formwork for the BCC debit even as it spoke. "Especially if you are taking Crupp to your home.""I dunno," the clone sighed as he stacked up the credits, carefully making sure that Fox's cut would remain untouched. "For 5,000 credits I might be calling that payment for him fucking off for a week." He wouldn't, not really, for the same reason he was paying the bail either way. "You off shift soon, K8?""Two hours," K8-8O stared down at the card reader and nodded as the entire bail was paid out. A few quick taps to the confirmation screen of the reader and Daggett's comm vibrated in his belt's pocket. "Wait here."The lobby was packed too tightly for Daggett to sit down so he simply waited beside the front desk, his nails tapping idly upon the thick transparisteel divider."Hell-o," a nasally voice crooned out and Daggett sighed as he looked over his shoulder at the Toydarian waiting in line behind him. "Need some dosh, pretty?""I'm fine, thanks," Fox's operation was all above board now, but he refused to actually test the tolerance of the Coruscant Security Force while in their own lobby."Three hundred?""No thank you," the insistence of strangers was always nerve-wracking, and especially here amidst the family, friends, and co-conspirators of various criminals there was always a hotbed of violent tendencies just waiting for an excuse to boil over."Fine, fine, four hundred!""My brother always taught me never to accept payment for an unspecified service," Daggett hummed, arching a brow at the Toydarian that was now hovering above him, clearly trying to intimidate by looming over the clone.The familiar feeling of thick setae brushed over Daggett's neck, down beneath his loose shirt and coat to brush down his shoulder and grope his pectoral possessively."This scum bothering you, sweetheart?" The thick, buzzing accent of the Rodian rolled over Daggett's shaved skull where the Flestic's snout rubbed possessively, smearing pheromones across his skin as he glared at the quickly wilting Toydarian."Not at all," Daggett's fingers reached up to grasp at Flestic's wrist, squeezing the flexible joint there before he turned his head to nuzzle against the thick scar bisecting the pebbly skin of the Rodian's face. "Come on, Flestic, my feet are killing me."The low, heavy buzz deep in the Rodian's chest increased, broadcasting Flestic's displeasure as Daggett strode away from him, the thick setae of the Rodian's fingers clinging to the human's skin and making it easy to lead the other man away from the Toydarian and the front desk. The lobby suddenly became less crowded, what with the enormous Rodian looming a full head and shoulders over most of the beings cringing quickly away from the pair.Stepping into the street the two of them walked like that for some time, Flestic's arm shifting so that he could drape it entirely over Daggett's shoulders, pulling the smaller clone into his side as they moved through the crush of crowded streets. It took them about fifteen minutes of walking, of Daggett stewing quietly against Flestic's side, before they came to an alleyway with steamvents billowing through the grated ground. Jerking the Rodian into the alley, Daggett pried Flestic's hand away from his chest, turning to face the enormous male and immediately slapping across his cheek and snout."That is for the 5,000 credits that you just cost me," he growled, pointing a finger at the looming, glaring Rodian's face. "You can find your own way to whatever hole you're renting currently.""Where'd you list me?" Flestic's hands slid around Daggett's waist, his sticky fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his shirt, plucking at care-worn cotton idly."My apartment," he pressed his finger to the middle of the Rodian's sternum with a glare. "And even if Fox would let you through the doors I wouldn't let you crash there anyway for this stunt. 5,000? Really, Flestic? And I hope you know that your little phone call cut my shift short so I can't even earn the money you lost me back!" He could have waited, he could have just let Flestic stew in the cells for a bit longer, but there was always a chance, always a risk, that Flestic would be squeezed in with someone that he had gotten on the wrong side of at one point or another."Don't be like that, sweetheart," the enormous Rodian's fingers somehow managed to ruck up the edge of Daggett's shirt from his skintight pants, pressing his sticky-smooth-cool palm to the small of his back. "I promise in three days I'll make it up to you.""Yeah, with your dirty money," Daggett shoved at the man's chest, putting some distance between them even as the hand didn't manage to dislodge entirely from his skin. "You know what, fuck you, I'm sick of bailing you out every two months, get another comm code to give them."Heavy, setae covered fingers cupped Daggett's face, holding him close and pressing their foreheads together. The thick antennae on Flestic's head pressed and brushed along Daggett's shaven skull, brushing through the fine buzz of his hair for a moment. The waft of pheromones made his shoulders relax instinctively, even as Daggett's face remained firmly set in a scowl."I'll get you the money, no strings, in full, in three days." The two of them were pressed flush against one another and Daggett allowed Flestic's thick snout to press to his jaw and chin in wet, sucking kisses. "I promise, sweetheart.""You're an asshole, you know that?" Despite himself, Daggett's arms wrapped tightly around thick shoulders, pulling Flestic close. "I hate you so much."A quick, pleased chirruping noise escaped the Rodian before he nuzzled closer, the setae of his hands dragging sticky and warm across the clone's body. "Come on, my new place is nearby, why don't you let me treat you right?"Daggett scoffed at that suggestion, shoving at the Rodian's torso even as he leaned into the broad, thickly muscled torso. "You haven't treated me right since the first time you paid me to suck your dicks in a back alley.""Maybe I'm turning over a new leaf?" Flestic chuckled, rubbing his hands over Daggett's waist before groping his ass firmly. "I've got plans, you know, big things in the works.""You've always got plans and big things," Daggett tilted his head, letting Flestic's snout deliver kisses to his neck and jaw more easily. "And those plans always result in me bailing you out.""This time is different, I promise," the words were soft and warm and low and Daggett sighed as he clung even more tightly to the Rodian's bulky frame. "Come on, lemme take you home."The current apartment that Flestic was renting was, in fact, better than Daggett had been expecting. Usually his hideaways were only a couple of steps above condemned buildings and glorified roach motels, the cheapest spaces that asked the least amount of questions when renting out the apartments. For a while, back when Peach Trees was still Fox's pipedream, Flestic had taken a set of rooms that literally paid by the hour so that he could pack up and run at a moment's notice. This place, while there were some water stains on the ceiling and exposed pipes and electrical panels in the walls, was at least painted white, there were no chipped tiles in the kitchenette or closet-sized fresher, and the floors were stained and pockmarked duracrete rather than rotting out laminate.There were also three other Rodians, all familiar enough to Daggett's eyes, sitting around a small table, various weapons and tools littered around them. They were seated on munitions crates rather than chairs and when Daggett caught sight of Beedan filing away a serial number he immediately glared at Flestic."Could you please refrain from doing things that are totally illegal in front of me? Is that too much to ask?" Daggett ignored the pool of staining directly beneath Wasco's boots. It was very clearly some sort of blood with several blasterbolt scars in the middle of the wide sprawl of discolored duracrete. He also ignored the way Flestic's hands were groping and grabbing at his clothing, trying to get the fastenings of his pants undone as quickly as possible."Pay up," Beedan held out his hand to Siilic, the teal Rodian grumbling as he tossed several credit chits into Beedan's hand. "Told you he'd bail Flestic out.""Yeah, see if I'll do the same to you when you call me," Daggett groused, batting away Flestic's hands as he glared up at the largest Rodian in the room. "You could have told me your goon squad was going to be here.""Don't be like that, sweetheart," Flestic rumbled against Daggett's shoulder, one hand sliding against the hard line of Daggett's abdomen, down the cut of his Adonis belt into his tight pants, finding the soft line of Daggett's cock and kneading slightly. "They're just doing their jobs."He wedged an elbow against Flestic's chest, pushing him away with a wrinkle of his nose and a glare at the other three Rodians. The trio snickered as Flestic wrapped a broad, cool hand around Daggett's neck, tilting his head so that he could lick and suck and kiss at the tender line of his jaw and jugular."You stink like government-issue parasite treatment," Daggett grumbled. The smell was powerful and brought back visceral memories of his own time rotting away in cells waiting for Fox to get enough money together to post his bail. The CSF soap and parasite treatment hadn't changed in the last three years and it still made Daggett's throat burn as every single one of Flestic's movements sent the smell wafting over to him. "Get in the shower before you burn off my nose hairs.""Shower with me," the words were mumbled against his shoulder, and Daggett eyed the tiny fresher critically. It didn't look big enough to hold Flestic, much less Daggett's hard-kept muscle. "We'll fit."The Rodian's dense yellow synthleather vest was thrown over a ratty couch that probably got dug out of a dumpster, blue spacer's denim pooled on the floor. The other three didn't comment as Daggett stripped Flestic's utility belt, holding up the thick, good-quality leather before he tossed it aside."That belt is mine now," he said, running his palms up the thin white pleaser that was stained with faint green sweat and bore several new holes in the worn fabric. "I'm also throwing this rag away.""Careful, Flestic, he's gonna leave you naked and broke again," Wasco heckled, snickering when Daggett flicked a rude gesture at him."Wasn't mad about it then, wouldn't be mad about it now," Flestic grunted as he palmed the control panel of the fresher to turn it on. The water pressure was... Surprisingly good, even if the water came out initially rust red before it cleared into something with a bit more of a foamy white tinge to it. "I still went back and found him again for another go.""And that's why you're an idiot," Daggett snorted, rolling his eyes as he threw his own thick synthleather jacket onto the floor. Flestic's hands immediately abandoned the controls he was fiddling with in order to peel Daggett out of the rest of his clothing. The translucent shirt, skin-tight pants, and the knee-high boots quickly cast aside in a trail leading to the tiny fresher."Whatever you say, sweetheart," Flestic's snout pressed warm, wet kisses up along Daggett's knee, his thigh, a long, slick tongue shooting out to wrap briefly around his cock before retreating once more."Mmno fair, you asshole," Daggett gasped as he rocked his hips jerkily against Flestic's firm grasp. There was the click of a lighter and Daggett glared over at Siilic as he lit up a deathstick, the heavy fungal scent mingling with the smell of the other Rodians and their pheromones along with the stringent scent of CSF cleaning agents.Rodian pheromones were strange things. Most humans found them pungent and foul, going out of their way to avoid the species as a general rule, but Daggett, somewhere along the line, must have gotten some wires crossed in his own brain. While most Rodians didn't smell like much of anything normally to him, the scent of their arousal was thick and musky and damp, like moss clinging to a rockface or the scent of Kaminoan flying fish in stagnant tidepools.Flestic was the former, but his compatriots tended to smell like the latter to Daggett, especially as they watched their leader lavish eager kisses and licks and gropes along Daggett's body.The Rodian between his legs gave a low, pleased chirruping that sent pleasurable vibrations along the crease of Daggett's thigh and groin. The clone sighed, allowing his fingers to brush through the thin, flexible spines between thick antennae, down the back of his neck before slowly turning into a trail of bumps along Flestic's upper spine. The kisses moved up along the cut line of Daggett's abdomen, then his chest until Flestic could wrap his arms around the backs of Daggett's thighs to heft him up into his arms.The press of Flestic's mouth to Daggett's own was always slightly strange even as it sent pleasurable ripples through his gut. Rodians were not made for kissing humans, but that never stopped Flestic from trying as he worked his long, flexible snout against Daggett's mouth, tongue plunging greedily past blunt human teeth. It was always messy and warm and wet and perfect as far as Daggett was concerned.Melting into Flestic's arms, Daggett let himself be carried into the closet of a fresher, hot water pouring down their bodies, slicking skin as they writhed and pressed closer to one another. The grip that the Rodian's setae had loosened with the addition of so much water and instantly Daggett was slipping, his legs tightening around Flestic's waist as he let out a loud yelp."Easy," the muscular line of Flestic's torso tensed and shifted as he pressed Daggett into the wall, hooking the human's knees over his own elbows to better hold him without the assistance of his setae."You do not get to fuck me in this shower," Daggett hissed against Flestic's snout, his fingers digging into the space behind wide, delicate ears as he was jostled and adjusted until he could feel the fleshy, bulbous tips of the Rodian's hemipenes against his ass. "The toilet is right beneath me.""Not like it'd be the first time we fucked next to a toilet," the large Rodian groused and Daggett squirmed in his grip with a glare."Yes, but the risk of you dropping me in one was greatly reduced then." And the three stooges outside the fresher would never let him live it down if he ended up taking an unexpected dip into the evactube in the middle of fucking. He could hear the jokes about efficient cleaning procedures now.Flestic huffed out an amused noise before he leaned in to deliver more kisses along the clone's throat and jaw and shoulder, sucking marks into every inch of skin he could get to. "Fine. Scrub me down?"Daggett flailed his hand out, looking around through the steam and water before he found the small shelf with the expensive soap that Flestic kept on hand. It was probably the most pricey thing inside the entire apartment (except for the weapons currently being processed for highly illegal sales). The soap was formulated specifically so that multiple species could use it, including Rodians with their thick, pebbly skin naturally lubricated and oiled with pheromones and humans with their much drier and more tender skin. Pouring some of the soap onto one hand, Daggett lathered it up before he began to smear it over Flestic's entire torso, the Rodian letting out a low, pleased noise as Daggett's fingers worked the soap into tight crevices that Rodian fingers were too large and clumsy to get without the aid of specific tools. Carefully working the soap between each flexible, sharp-tipped spine along Flestic's skull and the back of his thick neck, Daggett could pretend for a moment that they were alone, in a significantly nicer apartment, maybe without even the frustrating events of the evening looming over them.Slowly inching his fingers down the wide set of Flestic's back, Daggett smirked as the Rodian's kisses stuttered around a quick series of chest-deep chirrups, the enormous male's muscles tensing in delight at the way Daggett's fingers kneaded and worked at the tightly coiled muscles. The twin heads of Flestic's hemipenes spat out sticky precum and Daggett shivered at the way it connected their bodies in thick, wet strings that even the constant shower of hot water couldn't wash off immediately."Put me down," Daggett murmured against the sensitive base of an antenna, his lips and tongue teasing softly at the tender, saucer-like protrusion, letting the scent and texture and sound of his breath send shivers of sensation he would never understand across the nerves there.In deference to Daggett's distaste at the idea of falling into the toilet, Flestic turned, carefully placing the human down on the slick fresher floor and planting his elbows on the wall, looming over Daggett to better exchange kisses as his great shoulders hunched and his head hung low. Daggett's fingers scrubbed at Flestic's chest, abdomen, his ribcage and waist slowly, enjoying the feel of the thick, uniquely textured skin of the Rodian.When his hands groped at Flestic's ass, his abdomen rubbing against the twitching and drooling hemipenes, Daggett couldn't help the way his lips pulled into a sly grin at the way the Rodian let out a low, rolling trill of pleasure. It wasn't quite a purr, it came from higher in the throat than the chest-deep purrs that species like Zabraks and Wookiees and Zygerrians, but it was still a sound that made Daggett smile in quiet delight."Does this overpriced roach motel have a bed?" He was neutral to the idea of fucking in front of Flestic's compatriots, they knew better than to try and join in on that particular type of action, but Daggett could admit to preferring beds and bunks to more uncomfortable surfaces."Define bed," Flestic tilted his head to the couch that had their clothing thrown all over it and Daggett wrinkled his nose."Romantic.""I aim to please," the dry cycle of the fresher always made Flestic shiver in disgust, but as they stepped out of the small closet of a space Daggett was grateful that the Rodian wasn't dripping soapy water all across the piece of furniture that they were going to fuck on.Wascoe was the only one of the trio completely ignoring the couple arranging themselves on the couch. He glanced up briefly when Flestic flopped down onto the surface, but glanced away when the couch clearly refused to collapse under the larger Rodian's weight. Beedan was glancing what he probably thought was surreptitiously over at the two, but then again he was newer to the operation and the sight of Daggett straddling Flestic's lap, grinding against his hemipenes, was probably still strange and exotic to him. Siilic was the one that had stopped his task entirely, deathstick held in his snout, watching the goings on with one hand down his pants like he was watching holoporn.Thick, setae-covered fingers pressed against Daggett's hip, drawing him closer to the broad line of Flestic's torso. Daggett's thick thighs clung to the neat line of the Rodian's torso for balance as he shifted and shuffled until he could lean back against the propped up line of Flestic's thighs, facing the trio of other Rodians across from them. It was probably the most that Flestic would ever allow them to do, watching from across the room as Daggett let himself be taken apart, but it was more generous than the jealous, greedy Rodian tended to be with anyone else.The Rodian's hemipenes throbbed against the curve of Daggett's own groin, spitting out more precum to slide and soak along the line of Daggett's own cock. The thick, dark green shaft split in two about halfway down, the two bulbous heads pressed tightly together for the time being. Daggett smirked as he pressed the head of his own cock between the slick-sticky vee of flesh between the hemipenes, earning a low groan from the Rodian beneath him."Tease," the low buzzing undertone of Flestic's voice had grown stronger with his arousal. "Come on, sweetheart, you're killing me.""Then die," Daggett scoffed even as he let his eyes drift closed and his head hung between his shoulders. The muscles of Flestic's abdomen jumped and twitched beneath the press of Daggett's palms, his fingers digging into the dense flesh as he began a slow, rocking pace against the line of Flestic's groin. "Fuck." He whined, his thighs twitching as Flestic's grasp on his hips began to move him in perfect time with the rhythm he had set.Beedan gasped softly nearby and Daggett glanced up only briefly, catching the way the newest member of Flestic's tightly-knit group was nervously cupping his groin over his pants, kneading and massaging even as Siilic's own hemipenes were fully exposed, his hand massaging the heads lazily. Wascoe was watching the scene unfold with idle interest, his fingers till working the file over the serial numbers of a particularly stubborn-looking DC-17S."You're so fuckin' pretty like this," Flestic groaned, his grip tightening as he stared up at the clone, drawing his attention back down to look at the Rodian beneath him rather than the group watching across the room. Rodian eyes didn't move, but Daggett could practically feel where the glittering, nebulous gaze of his lover dragged over his face, chest, all the way to where their cocks were pressed flush together."You're lucky I'm not charging you for the privilege," the words were panted softly between slow, eager rolls of his hips, Daggett's eyes fixed upon the way the head of his own cock pressed between the twin heads of Flestic's own hemipenes. After a few thrusts he wrapped his hand around the precum slicked flesh and began to stroke.Years of fast, formulaic encounters in alleyways had given Daggett an appreciation for the languid type of lovemaking that he and Flestic tended to indulge in. There were occasions where they were more frantic and desperate (Daggett tried not to think of sticky yellow Rodian blood and metal slugs embedded in dense flesh, his fingers frantically scrabbling to pry the slugs out) but most of the time, when time allowed, Flestic was more than happy to let Daggett set the pace.Shifting slowly, carefully, Daggett reached between his own thighs, fingering himself open with the faint traces of mingled precum. One embarrassing and painful experience with Flestic's setae had taught them that they were not particularly compatible when it came to prep work. That didn't matter when Flestic's breathing hitched and stuttered with every small noise and twitch that escaped Daggett. Prying one hand off of Daggett's waist, Flestic's fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist, feeling the flex of muscles and tendons and the movement of bones beneath thin human skin."Lemme see," the buzz turned the words almost indeterminable as he reached down with his other hand to press Daggett's thigh back, causing him to lean back further against the slope of Flestic's thighs for the Rodian to better stare at where Daggett's fingers sank into his own body.The activity across the room had come to an abrupt stop as Beedan gasped in surprise at the sight Flestic and Daggett made. Siilic reached over to smack his fellow's shoulder, his own eyes fixed entirely on the scene unfolding before them. Wasco had stopped pretending that he wasn't watching the erotic display across the room, his fingers frozen where they held his file limply and no accompanying blaster to work on. Daggett's fingers twitched, pressing firmly against a sensitive spot inside him, making his thighs jump with the sensation.Long fingers tightened around Daggett's thigh and wrist and the Rodian moaned lowly as Daggett shifted just enough that those blood red eyes could stare at the way his fingers scissored himself open. "Fierfek, sweetheart, are you ready?""Mm," Daggett let his fingers slip free, feeling painfully empty as he leaned forward on his knees, reaching for his own jacket and belt to hunt through the pockets. "Lemme get a plasti."Flestic made a few grumbling noises about that, but didn't protest, not when Daggett's chest was flush with his face. Like this, with his arms rooting through the piles of fabric, Flestic was close enough that he could swirl his tongue around sensitive nipples, across the tattoo of a Dagger-Class starfighter's silhouette, down the human's sternum to suck and mouthe over where his floating rib sent a jolt of strange pain-pleasure across his nerves even years later. Fingers closed around the foil packet and Daggett shivered and whined, his hips rocking down against Flestic's own chest and abdomen. He could feel himself going limp with pleasure as the Rodian's mouth continued to explore, encouraged by the way Daggett panted against his antennae and the flexible spines bisecting his scalp."Turn around," Flestic ordered with an edge of a growl in his voice. Daggett, for once, didn't argue or bitch about the order, keyed up enough from minimal foreplay and the Ithorian that he had been fucking when he had gotten the precinct's comm that he wasn't even going to argue with the Rodian beneath him.The plasti was rolled onto the hemipenes, loose at the tips but perfectly sealed around the base, and with one last slow stroke to the hard, throbbing length Daggett turned. The new position also had the added benefit of hiding him from the intense regard of the three other Rodians across the room, his body nearly entirely eclipsed by Flestic's massive bulk.It took some doing, both of their limbs slightly clumsy on the couch that was too small for two males of their respective sizes, but eventually Daggett was knelt on the flat, overly-worn cushions, his face pressed into the musty arm of the chair while Flestic stood with one foot on the floor and one knee pressed to the cushion next to Daggett's own knees. The Rodian's hands dragged slow and sticky and pulling along Daggett's back, starting at the small Made on Kamino tattoo on the small of his back before ending at the Rodese spelling out Property of Flestic Crupp across the muscular breadth of his shoulders.The first press of most alien genitalia into human bodies was difficult and weird. Like mechanical parts that were not meant to be used together being wedged awkwardly alongside one another in any way that they could fit.Out of all of the different configurations of cocks that Daggett had taken, however, Rodians were, in his opinion, one of the best."Mmnph," his hand wrapped tight around the base of his own cock, staving off his own orgasm as the first bulbous head pressed in.Flestic's own moan was chest-deep as he gripped Daggett's shoulder tight enough to bruise. They sat for a moment like that, panting heavily in symphony before Flestic shifted and Daggett reached back, stroking the thick length not even halfway inside him. His arm flexed for a moment, his bicep bumping against the side of Flestic's forearm and smearing thin, stringy pheromones across his skin before he finally braced himself and leaned back into the solid cradle of Flestic's hips.The sharp pop of the second head slipping into his body was always just a little bit strange, a little bit too-much, but never painful enough to make him want to stop.Slowly, carefully, rising up until his back could press to Flestic's chest, his arm looping around the thick neck and heavy shoulders of the larger Rodian, Daggett began the slow, rocking grind of their bodies. There wasn't much need for thrusting, not when the stimulation of the hemipenes against one another and Daggett's walls did the work for them. The longer they pressed closer, the more Daggett rolled their hips together in a slow side to side sway, the more the two bulbous heads pressed apart, locking against Daggett's walls, pressing right next to his prostate in a maddening tease."Fuck," Flestic grunted against Daggett's shoulder. "Lemme - lemme see."He grunted as he was pressed forward onto the arm of the couch again, but the shift in angle was good and so Daggett simply sighed and let Flestic's hands grope at his ass, holding him open for the large Rodian to stare at his own cock buried to the very base inside Daggett. There was an impatient shifting from the nearby table but none of their captive audience said anything, knowing that drawing attention to themselves would likely end in bloodshed at this point."You take it so well, sweetheart," the low rumble of Flestic's voice had grown even more breathless as he began to slowly rock their hips together again. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this."Daggett's eyes rolled back at the compliment. He never really liked being called pretty before Flestic. Even now, with his well-maintained bulk and his shaven head and his jagged personality designed to intimidate, to make every single fucking client think twice about screwing him over, Flestic called him pretty. He wasn't pretty. He never had been, not the ways Sparrow and Fizzy and Wilk were, sweet and cute and wide-eyed. Daggett had never been pretty, he wasn't built for it.Maybe that was why he liked Flestic. Flestic who called him pretty and sweetheart and handled him like he was meant to be gently and tenderly made love to. Not fucked, Flestick didn't fuck him, not anymore."I've got big things in the works, sweetheart," the words were murmured against the buzzed line of Daggett's skull. "I'm gonna get you a nice apartment in Canto Bight. Gonna take you out to dinner every night. Give you anything you want."It was a nice thought, and it made Daggett's gut tighten with pleasure at the very idea of those promises.He wasn't Fox, though, or Sisse, or even Slick. Paparazzi stories didn't happen to low level street-walkers like Daggett.His body gaped and shuddered at the feeling of Flestic's cock pulling free of him, the thick hemipenes dragging out of his body and leaving him so painfully empty."Flestic, please, please, please," it felt pathetic, begging for a male's cock, especially in front of an audience that would hold his mid-coital begging against him, mocking him relentlessly. Despite all of that, Daggett couldn't bring himself to care, not when the blunt heads were pressed back into him, thick and sticky-slick and hard and overwhelming against his prostate."Fuck," Flestic groaned, his fingers digging into Daggett's hips, the thick setae along the Rodian's palms gripping tighter than human skin could ever hope to. "Gonna take such good care of you, gonna give you everything you - ngh - everything you fucking want.""I want you," the words were gasped out, thick and heavy on his tongue. "Love you so much." The words spilled out before he could stop them, his fingers tightening on the bedding. "Flestic, Flestic, please."The Rodian seminal fluids were thick, like molasses and honey poured deep inside him, hot and heavy and sticky. Which he shouldn't be feeling with the plasti in place."Fuck, you asshole!" Despite Daggett's cursing Flestic groaned, his thigh pressed between Daggett's, giving him something to rut against instinctively even as one arm flailed back to smack against the man's chest. "You bastard, now I'm going to be dripping for days!""Fierfek," the broad line of Flestic's forehead pressed between Daggett's shoulders. "Yeah you are, gonna keep you that way." The second hemipene was still twitching and hard, pressed right up against Daggett's prostate, rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves and making Daggett's entire leg twitch and shiver with every single hard press and roll of their hips. "Love it when you're all soaked for me. You smell so fucking good, so good, smelling like me."Whatever indignant fury rolling through Daggett softened as he melted into the filthy arm of the couch, his entire body a livewire sparking and hissing with every second he remained wet and tight and filled. The scent of Flestic's pheromones on the air around them was likely overwhelming even to the other Rodians across the room. The statement was clear even to Daggett's duller human senses."Come for me, sweetheart, touch your cock for me, I wanna feel you come around me, gonna fill you up to the brim-"The shaking, shivering, gut-wrenching feeling of his orgasm caused Daggett's vision to go fuzzy and black for a few moments. His legs clamped tightly around the thick line of Flestic's thigh between them, his cock pulsing and drooling semen across the dense, pebbly skin. Flestic's hands gripped tighter at Daggett's hips, using the grasp of fingers and setae to drag Daggett flush until the second hemipenis came, hot and sticky and good.The two of them shivered and slumped together on the couch, Flestic's bulk laid out on top of Daggett's body, squeezing the breath out of his lungs despite how wonderful the heavy pressure felt.Their audience had begun to murmur between themselves, their Rodese conversation too quiet and low for Daggett to make out, a pleasant background noise to the sound of files working at plastoid and various metals as the Rodians continued their work."Come with me to Canto Bight," Flestic's snout pressed long, sucking kisses to Daggett's neck, jaw, over the back of his shoulder.That drew Daggett's attention back to the Rodian currently pinning him to the couch."Fox-""Fuck Fox," the Rodian's long fingers brushed slowly across Daggett's stomach. "There's a market for very big guns by some very rich gangsters in Canto Bight. I've got a hundred dumbasses willing to go with me to set up shop there. You come with me and I'll treat you right." Daggett's jaw set as he peered over his shoulder at Flestic, suspicious and quiet. "No more bail. No more street walking. More money than we'd ever know what to do with."Once, a long time ago, when Daggett's name was Dagger and he had been completing his pilot's training, he had chosen a training sim that took him through the Omega Nebula. The sim was beautiful, all pinks and reds and glittering fragments of stardust. Rodian eyes were the closest thing that Daggett had ever seen that came even close to the beauty of nebulas. They were the only species that Daggett could name that had galaxies within their eyes.Flestic's eyes, deep and red and glimmering with a desperate need, reminded him of the Omega Nebula."Okay." He whispered, barely audible, his heart pounding as he leaned in to kiss along the line of Flestic's snout, beneath one large, beautiful eye. "Yes. I'll... I'll go with you."It would be worth it. Daggett would make it worth it.
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"Fuck, I cannot wait until the transfer goes through," Muji sighed as they leaned against the front desk of Orchard Springs, their fingers running through their long, loose curls. It was more annoying to work with long hair, but they had noticed that their tips got significantly better with longer hair. It was almost as good as the tips that they had gotten working the peep show in the windows of 69's when they had put their hair in pigtails with long, pastel coloured ribbons."I can't believe you're ditching me, your work bestie," Rhyme pouted at him, her nude lipgloss making her full lips look perfectly blowjob wet and flushed. She didn't get the same opportunity for tips that the other spa workers got, especially not the type of money that bath attendants and masseurs, but every so often she'd pout her lips and bat her lashes and particularly generous or desperate clients would slip her a bit of extra dosh with their payments for services.The one thing that made Muji jealous of Rhyme was that her uniform was a neat, simple peach coloured suit, whereas Muji and the other aestheticians, masseurs, and spa workers wore only a thin, silken robe or jumpsuit depending on their tastes."Listen, the home-visits always make more money, you know that, and I want to move into one of the upper apartments, can't do that if I'm relying on customers down here talking me up," Muji sighed as they looked at Rhyme. "You could always go with me, we could move in together, do home visits together."Before the other clone could say anything, she straightened, plastering on her customer-service smile and overall brightening her voice as she sang out, "Welcome to the Orchard Springs Day Spa!"The door to the mid-levels opened, revealing a customer. Muji poked their head over the tall front counter and they were instantly straightening fully, smiling alongside Rhyme at the familiar sight of bundled up limbs and long, angular face. The Dug swaggered in, leaning his primary arms upon the counter to better heft himself to eye-level with the two clone siblings."Ah, Koussarga, right on time."The Dug gave a snort and toothy smirk to the two of them, the low, quiet gravel of his voice pleasant enough to the human ear but still bearing the typical hissing sneer that Muji was nearly certain was as much a part of the species' accent as the lisp. "When have I ever passed up seeing your pretty faces?""Oh, you are bad, Koussarga," Muji rolled their eyes, leaning forward to perch their chin upon their hand. A long, limp ringlet spilled down their collarbone and Koussarga's beady yellow eyes flicked down to the dip of their throat to follow the movements of the stray curl. "I bet you flirt like that to all of our siblings.""Of course not, Muji," Koussarga's lips curled into a more self-satisfied smirk as he let his eyes drag over the clone's face to the fingers tapping against their own jaw. "Only with the ones I know I have a chance with.""Flatterer," they rolled their eyes as they straightened and moved around the counter. Backhanded compliments were the norm with all Dugs, but there was something especially about Koussarga's that got under Muji's skin.Stepping around the counter to the large, frosted-glass double doors leading to the back hall, Muji keyed in the access code and watched at the Dug as he dropped down to follow them. They frowned at the way Koussarga shifted on one of his primary hands, adjusting before moving to follow Muji with the barest hint of a limp.Orchard Springs was a newer addition to Peach Trees, but Koussarga alone probably managed to cover the payment for every single renovation made to what Muji had begun to think of as "his" room. The room was booked out twice a week for the past three months, ever since the spa's grand opening, without a single missed appointment. Some appointments Koussarga was more lively and flirtatious in the strange and insulting way of the Dugs, but other times he was exhausted, quiet and subdued.Muji wasn't sure which one to expect today but from the way the Dug's face twitched with every step it was probably the latter.The smallest surface-level apartments of the enormous Peach Trees habitower had been converted into the Orchard Springs level. Every wall was given a fresh coat of soothing cream coloured paint and dark green tiles gleamed on the floors. Every room had a large, duracrete tub sunken into the floor the wide ring of the edges flush with the floor so that there was less risk of slipping and cracking open skulls. The large counterspace that wrapped around the rooms had various decor, cut crystal bottles and jars and glasses, as well as the implements that in any other environment might look like tools of torture. There were also a series of large chaise lounges specifically commissioned for the spa, designed for customers to lounge and rest but also allow for the clones working the spa to give massages, beauty treatments, and other services.By now Muji had Koussarga's preferred routine down pat. First a drink, something cool and fresh, usually junlimade. Then a bath with temperature at 41 Celcius with dried worm salts to help scrub out the sweat and general scents of the city off of the Dug's skin. Then, once Koussarga dried off, a nice slow massage usually with what most clients mockingly called a "happy ending". Usually the Dug would then linger for an hour and then be on his way, much more languid and relaxed and several extra credits lighter. Overall one of Muji's less difficult and most favourite customers even with the frequent insults and mocking that Koussarga threw casually at them. They had learned not to take the Dug's words too seriously and perhaps that was the reason any fellow Dug referrals from Koussarga would always demand Muji's time over any other sibling.This time, surprisingly, the Koussarga didn't immediately try to cop a feel, simply began the process of undressing. It was enough of a deviation from his clockwork-like routine that Muji hesitated before carefully shifting so that they could peer over at the Dug and watch his movements.Watching Koussarga begin the process of stripping out of his dense, multi-layered jumpsuit, Muji began to prepare the Dug's favored drink. Large pink junlimes were easy enough to blend up with their soft zest and pith and as Muji strained out the juice into a glass of ice and thick condensed milk they caught sight of Koussarga out of the corner of their eye. The glass was immediately put down a bit too hard on the countertop as Muji whirled around, their carefully controlled expression warping into a horrified stare."Koussarga!" Every ounce of CMO training that Bones had practically beaten into them came roaring back from whatever small tucked away corner Muji had wedged it into in the back of their mind, bullying the gentle and sweet attitude that Fox had trained into them to the side. "Stars and Depths and everything inbetween, what happened?""Give me the damn drink," Koussarga growled, holding out his hand. "And make it strong."There was Malastare Quilla, an expensive bottle that Koussarga himself had handed over to Muji within the first week of his regular visits. Popping the cork out Muji poured a generous shot into the junlimade and stirred once. The frosty glass of junlimade stung at Muji's fingertips as they immediately knelt to better line up with Koussarga's shorter body. Now that they looked they could see that one eye had swollen up slightly and they carefully pressed the rounded curve of the glass against the socket as they assessed the rest of the damage.Koussarga's thick leather jumpsuit had covered him from chin to wrists and now, standing naked beside the tub, Muji could see the way the pale belly, throat, and chest of the Dug had turned from a healthy peachy colour to a deep, mottled purple. They could pick out individual finger-shaped bruises around Koussarga's throat, the fingertips vanishing into the sides of the Dug's neck, camouflaged against the dark purple patterning and colouration of Koussarga's back, shoulders, and the top of his skull."Were you strangled?""Stupid fuckin' Duros and their thick fuckin' skins," Koussarga groaned, binary hand squeezing Muji's wrist as the chill of the glass soothed the line of his long nasal bone that Muji could see was a bit swollen as well. "They just don't stay down when they should."Three weeks prior Koussarga had given Muji two tickets to one of his fights. Muji's batcher, Keji, had been on leave from working with the Jedi Service Corps and had gone with them to watch the fight.It had been a brutal and terrifying experience.The entire reason that Muji hadn't gone with Keji or any other batchers on various bounty ships or mercenary bases was because they hated violence. Standing amongst the screaming and cheering crowds, watching Koussarga take the beating of a lifetime, had been worse than seeing the results afterwards. There had been a lot of illegal doping, lots of dirty fighting, but (blessedly) no weapons. However, that meant that the fighters were, pound for pound, the most lethal weapons that could have been set loose in the rings.When the fight had ended, Koussarga's left eye had been so swollen and bloodshot that he walked a bit funny due to the loss of depth perception not to mention the broken binary arm hanging limply as he walked out of the ring. Muji had raced to the on-site medic and immediately hovered as they watched the Dug get shot through with several bonemenders and bacta injections while Koussarga's bookie had counted out his cut for winning the fight."They'd be pretty bad prize fighters if they weren't half as stubborn as you," Muji tried to make it sound like a joke, but their voice was too tight for that. They carefully passed the glass to the Dug's binary hand before they carefully began the careful triage process that Bones had all but beaten into them over the course of half a decade. "Do you know what the official damage record was?""Crushed windpipe was the most pressing, but they fixed that at the rings," Koussarga shrugged, his face twitching in a well-hidden wince."Okay. Okay, anything else?" Muji immediately cupped their hands gently over the heavy jawbone of the Dug, turning his head slightly even as Koussarga's free binary hand reached up to wrap tightly around Muji's wrists in warning."I am fine, don't-""Shut up and sit down," Muji gestured to the custom made massage couch that Fox paid excellent money for but was absolutely useless as an examination bed. Koussarga flinched slightly but allowed himself to be laid down on the bed as Muji began to tenderly press their fingers to the edges of the bruising.Sternum, ribcage, abdomen, and even right at the crest of the Dug's pelvis where his testicles were internally hidden away were covered in a brutal pattern of bruises. There were two bacta patches, one on his ribs the other on the bicep of a primary arm, and when Muji peeled them off with a hiss from between Koussarga's sharp teeth, they saw the telltale scar of bonemenders."What else?""Couple of broken ribs, punctured lung, broken humerus major," Koussarga sucked down most of the junlimade as he laid back on the massage table, shrugging despite the way the movement made his face twitch. Muji pressed their fingers against the broad swathe of ugly bruises across the Dug's chest and in an instant a binary hand was wrapped around Muji's wrist, giving the limb a threatening squeeze. "That hurts!""Of course it hurts!" Muji shouted back, their usual quiet and coquettish facade all but wiped away in the face of concern. "Now shut up, lay back, and let me treat you!"Koussarga blinked at them, obeying the order dumbly as Muji stood and immediately went to the shelving that held a variety of other jars and cremes and ointments. Muji cursed the fact that their medpack was back at their apartment, and that if they left Koussarga would likely slink away to lick his wounds in peace. Instead they gathered up a bacta creme, the one that all workers used between particularly rough clients. It was the strongest stuff that Fox could get that wouldn't require medical personnel administration.It stung like a motherfucker, but Koussarga was a big boy, he could deal with it."Fuck, don't touch it!"Muji's hand was knocked away and they glared at Koussarga, resisting the urge to slap the Dug across his snarling face. "Stop that!""It hurts, don't touch it!" Koussarga scowled, protectively turning his chest away from Muji where they were perched on the edge of the couch, leaning over Koussarga's supine form.Muji threw their hands up in the air and glared at Koussarga. "Well where doesn't it hurt?"Koussarga huffed, glaring at Muji like a petulant child, lifting up one binary arm and pointing to an elbow. "Here."Shifting forward, Muji tilted their head, their long hair brushing over the Dug's stomach as they placed a wet, firm kiss to the olecranon. Koussarga stared at them, blinking yellow eyes in shock as Muji glared right back at them, the stubbornness that Bones had always complained was genetic to the CMO-classers bleeding through."Here," a long binary finger pressed to his shoulder and Muji tilted their head, kissing at the place along the trapezoid, right before the bruising on Koussarga's neck. They kissed slower, more gently there, resisting the urge to set their teeth to the dense muscle as a binary hand tangled in their hair, pulling them back firmly to look back at Koussarga's face."Here," Koussarga pressed their finger to the fleshy line of their lower lip and Muji hesitated, searching the Dug's face for a few long moments.Humans and Dug weren't meant to be compatible. Their bodies didn't line up, their faces were structured differently. Dugs didn't even kiss between one another. Kissing was a distinctly near human action. Something that Koussarga should, by all rights, have no interest in.So why ask for a kiss?Muji's eyes were lidded as they drifted between Koussarga's intent yellow gaze and the sharp underbite of teeth and the long, fleshy whiskers that framed the Dug's mouth."I don't kiss clients on the mouth," they whispered, one finger reaching up to twirl one long whisker around the digit, watching the long line of Koussarga's muscle wrinkled and twitched as the nerve-rich flesh was teased and pinched and touched."I've got a fight tomorrow," Koussarga said, the apparent non-sequitur making Muji frown as they leaned back slightly to look down at the brutalized line of the Dug's torso. A strong primary hand grasped the back of Muji's neck, holding them fast. "Kiss me for good luck. That's what you humans do, isn't it?"It took a moment, hesitant and careful, before Muji pressed a kiss to the strange configuration of Koussarga's mouth. They expected a prick of sharp teeth, but instead the Dug's lips covered them, carefully pursing in a mimicry of how humans kissed. The low, rasping sound of a pleased noise rumbled up from Koussarga's chest and he shifted as if to pull Muji's weight more fully onto him."No," Muji scolded, pulling back to glare down at him. "You're going to let me treat your injuries.""It's fine," Koussarga grumbled, kissing down Muji's neck and jaw, letting the thick flat of his tongue press to Muji's skin between the firm, demanding press of mouth and teeth. "They gave me bacta shots after the bonemenders, I'm fine."Muji glared down at Koussarga. "And if you don't let me fuss over you then you won't get your massage, bath, or your happy ending.""You wouldn't give up an easy paycheck for that," the Dug clearly didn't believe that statement even as it left his lips, an edge of nervousness in his tone as he searched Muji's face for an ounce of give or weakness.Bones was one one of the original Alphas, within the double digits on the manufacturing line. He was one of the most intense Fett clones that ever graced Kamino's halls. He had drilled CMOs more brutally than most CCs, viciously screaming in their faces about how their actions or inactions directly caused the simulated deaths of their siblings. Koussarga, as intimidating as he was with his corded muscle and sneering expressions and harsh words could be to the shinier of CTs, was nowhere near as frightening as Bones was on the casual morning without his caf.Muji shifted, straddling Koussarga's middle until the Dug's binary hands could reach down and grasp at their ankles, squeezing the joints while Muji's hands pressed to strong primary shoulders."You're going to let me tend to those bruises. Once the creme does its work I'm going to bathe you and then I'm going to give you a rubdown with a nice new ointment with camphor and menthol. It will sting like a bitch and you will thank me for it," their fingers moved slow and gentle over the tender line of the Dug's sternum, down the hard muscles of his abdomen, before gently rubbing over the faint swell of his internal testicles before their fingers found the slit of his genital sheath, pressed flush right up against the neatly trimmed mound of Muji's own cock. "And if you're very, very good for me, I'll let you fuck my cunt."That got Koussarga's eyes fixed on Muji's face, searching their expression as their binary hands reached down to knead and rub and tease over the soles of Muji's feet, along the arch and down to their toes."Yeah?" Koussarga growled, gaze heavy and dark as he stared up at Muji. "Lemme see it."Gotcha.It took some shifting, some maneuvering, before the fabric of Muji's robe was pulled open, the peachy coloured silk parted just enough so that their thighs and groin could be seen, hovering right over the slowly widening slit of Koussarga's own groin. Muji didn't like penetration on the best of days, but that just made it an even better incentive for clients like Koussarga who knew that Muji didn't often let clients fuck their cunt. It wasal treat and they knew it."You have to be good and let me treat you if you want this," their own fingers parted the flushed, fat lips of their cunt, revealing tender pink to Koussarga's intense, hungry gaze.The binary hands against their feet squeezed, the long, strong digits lacing between Muji's toes to keep their body trapped against Koussarga's. Their thighs pressed against the strong line of Koussarga's ribcage and after a few slow sweeps of their fingers through their own cunt they leaned forward, reaching for the discarded jar of bacta creme. Koussarga shivered, hissing between his teeth with the first few passes of Muji's fingers. The bacta absorbed quickly through the Dug's skin, greedily drinking in the creme as Muji's fingers rubbed it in."There we go," strong fingers worked the creme more firmly into the over-worked muscles. "That's it, just relax for me."There were bruises aplenty all the way from beneath Koussarga's jaw, down to the dense, muscular pectoralis major, up along the heavy platysma. Muji watched as the creme washed away the dark bruising, turning the skin of Koussarga's belly and chest back to the pale, tender colour of unblemished skin. Kneading at Koussarga's pectoralis major and deltoid, Muji worked their way slowly, carefully, to the tightly knotted line of the Dug's trapezius, following the thick muscle to the base of the elongated skull."Porra!" The Dug cursed, one primary hand wrapping long, thick fingers around Muji's thigh, just beneath the swell of their ass as he tensed and arched away from Muji's fingers."Relax, relax, you're gonna hurt yourself if you tense up," Muji whispered softly, smoothing their hands over Koussarga's chest. "Roll over and I'll get your back." The purple patterning of the Dug's back hid the bruises, but Muji wasn't fool enough to think that there weren't any bruises there.The thick, heavy groan that rolled through Koussarga's throat and chest was pure relief and Muji smirked as they slowly stood, stepping around until they were right in front of Koussarga's prone body. Primary arms stretched out to dangle over the top of the couch while the Dug's binary arms shifted irritably until they finally relaxed as Muji's palms pressed to the backs of Koussarga's shoulders.There were knots aplenty, all the way from beneath Koussarga's jaw down to the small of his back. Dug muscles were thicker, more prone to damage from tension, and as Muji pressed their thumbs firmly against a pair of knots on either side of solid, prominent vertebrae, right in the rhomboid minor.Koussarga cursed, grasping at Muji's thigh again as his back tensed suddenly enough that his entire body shook with the force of it. It took a few moments of Muji's fingers pressed firmly against the knots, but eventually the muscles relaxed and the heavy line of Koussarga's neck unspooled like a coil of wire.Once the thick, leathery skin had absorbed enough creme that Muji could see where the bruising had made the colouration and patterning of Koussarga's back less symmetrical, the bacta creme fading the damage back to perfection. Muji gave the slackened muscles a squeeze before they straightened, earning a low, irritated growl from the Dug as they stepped away."Where you going?" Koussarga asked, his voice thick and low even as his eyes were sharp as they fixed on Muji's open robe."I'm going to draw your bath," Muji laughed, smiling at the Dug, trailing their fingers over the line of vertebrae up between the lax flop of his ears, down the curve of his skull to follow the broad line of his nasal ridge. "Don't go anywhere."The weight of Koussarga's eyes on their back as they moved to the access panel in the wall was a familiar one. They didn't look back at Koussarga as they tapped out the order for the Dug's usual mixture of dried worm salts and scalding hot water. The salty, earthy scent filled the air and Muji slowly shrugged out of the thin, fragile robe, letting the peach silk ripple onto the floor.Koussarga let out an absolutely wounded noise and Muji turned, immediately glaring at the Dug that had lifted himself onto the elbows of his primary arms.Drawing themselves up, Muji used their best irritated medic voice to say, "Did I say you could move?" Surprisingly, the tone worked on the Dug, yellow eyes fixed on Muji even as he lowered himself back to the plush surface of the couch.This was... New. At least for them. Koussarga operated almost like clockwork in the three months since he had begun coming to Orchard Springs. Usually it was Muji taking the orders, moving and kneeling and laying back and obediently massaging and soothing over every inch of Koussarga's beaten and bruised body. The change in dynamic sent a thrill through Muji's gut as they approached the Dug, glaring down at him and propping their hands upon their hips."You think you're so bad, don't you?" Muji's cunt was level with Koussarga's head, the dug's eyes fixed on the neatly trimmed hair, one hand reaching out to grasp at Muji's thigh with a hard, determined grasp. "You're going to be good for me. You're going to lay back and let me take care of you and you're not going to complain about it.""Oh yeah?" Koussarga murmured, nuzzling up against Muji's cunt. The flat of the Dug's tongue pressed against their clit, firm and wet and slick. "Why's that?""Because you're going to be good for me or else I'm going to call in my batcher and have him throw you out on your ass. No refund," they cupped Koussarga's jaw tightly but not tight enough to bruise and ruin all their previous work."Mhmmn," Koussarga hummed, pressing his mouth to Muji's groin, drawing slick and warm wetness out with each coaxing press of his tongue between Muji's folds. "I can be good.""I'll believe that when I see it," the wet touch of tongue against their cunt wasn't as titillating as Muji's siblings described, but it was nice enough and if Koussarga enjoyed it then... Who was Muji to deny him? "Get in the tub and if you're good for me I'll give you a treat." Muji was going to make him work for it.It took a few moments, but eventually Koussarga was in the tub, groaning and hissing as the hot water bubbled up around his shoulders, the Dug's long neck draped over the curve of Muji's thigh, his head turned so that his nasal bone pressing against the cut of Muji's waist. Broad primary arms wrapped around Muji's thighs, sweeping in slow circuitous movements over tanned skin as Koussarga held them against his shoulders and chest. Binary hands were massaging at the soles of Muji's feet, teasing between their toes as yellow eyes peered up at their face with a lidded, hungry expression.Dragging their hands over the Dug's neck, chest, and shoulders, Muji felt their own body relax at the warm, firm press against no-doubt sore muscle. They lingered like that for a few minutes before Muji picked up the jar of Koussarga's favourite salt scrub, carefully gathering a handful and beginning the process of scrubbing down the Dug's back, shoulders, and neck.The clean, crisp scent of Malastare eucalyptus filled the room, the finely blended mixture of pale blue-grey leaves and the dense rock salt smearing over the Dug's back and shoulders. Malastare was a desert planet and as such the Dug did not have the luxury of wasting their water. Baths were a luxury that few could afford and the salt scrubs, while equally useful in lavish tubs such as this, could easily be used with the smallest splashes of liquid to scrub the rough, wrinkled hides of the planet's dominant species.Cupping their hands carefully, Muji rinsed off the salt scrub, smiling as the heavy swell of Koussarga's throat bobbed with the way he swallowed. After a few moments Muji's thumbs pressed against the semispinalis capitis on either side of the Dug's spine, right at the base of the Dug's solid skull, pressing firmly until the tense and twitching muscle went limp, causing Koussarga's face to go heavy upon their thigh with a deep, rumbling groan.Koussarga's head tilted, revealing his throat fully, and Muji smirked as they watched the thick, dangling skin folds of the Dug's throat expand, wrinkles smoothing out into a large, balloon-like shape before Koussarga's mouth dropped open to reveal the long, swollen dulla as it poured past the Dug's thin lips.Mating displays were more common than Muji's siblings liked to admit, and Humans weren't exempt. Their displays were simply more subtle than species like the Dug, Trandoshan, and Besalisk. Muji wondered, quietly, if the titilation, the lack of disgust, that the Fett clones felt towards such displays was the fault of their progenitor and his own sexual tastes.With a flex of the Dug's neck, Muji watched as Koussarga swallowed back the dulla, the thick muscle settling once more deep in his throat, right beneath the touch of Muji's fingers. One of Koussarga's smaller binary hands wrapped around the strong bone of the clone's ankle, guiding their leg beneath the murky brown of the water until the arch of their foot pressed to the head of the Dug's slender cock as it began to slip out of the sheath."Someone's feeling better," Muji whispered against the twitching, spreading points of Koussarga's ear, spreading their toes carefully against the small, impatient twitches of the Dug's hips. The first delicate corkscrew coil of muscle wrapped around one of Muji's middle toes, throbbing and hot even with the temperature of the water disguising the sensation. Muji spread their toes and Koussarga's hips pumped upwards into the touch, sending Muji's knee jerking out of the tub and nearly throwing them off balance and towards the floor. "No."The instinctive clench and curl of their toes made Koussarga freeze, even as more of the coiling length began to press against the sole of their foot."You're going to sit still and be good for me, Koussarga."The Dug's primary hands wrapped tighter around Muji's legs. One on their thigh the other on their knee, sliding down to wrap around their calf. The strong, thick digits squeezed tight enough to bruise before Koussarga slowly relaxed the grasp, shivering as he went slack, the worm salts making the Dug's heavy, muscular frame just buoyant enough that he wouldn't sink like a rock as he relaxed."There you go," Muji smoothed their hands over Koussarga's neck as their foot shifted and relaxed beneath the water. Two more loops of the Dug's cock wrapped around Muji's toes, the tip notched just beneath Muji's pinky toe. "Are you going to get off like this? With just my foot on your cock?" The sound of Koussarga's deep, shuddering groan made Muji smirk as they ran their fingers over Koussarga's throat, teasing over the tight stretch of skin over his dulla. "And after you were so eager for my cunt."The coils of the Dug's cock caught on Muji's toes, warmer and tighter and tenser the closer that Koussarga got to orgasm. The clone gasped as the joints of two toes popped from how tightly the muscle tensed, their foot jerking back slightly in surprise even as the Dug grunted and let out a long, low groan that vibrated through his neck and into Muji's thighs and against their cunt.Muji pressed their feet together, squeezing Koussarga's cock between the soles, their toes over the corkscrew coils as more and more of the length spilled out. The whole fifteen inches of slim, spiraling muscle was released and Muji smirked, leaning forward to press to the Dug's nasal bridge right between the eyes.It was that small, insignificant touch that seemingly threw Koussarga into his orgasm, his hips pumping against Muji's feet, thick, viscious semen sticking to Muji's skin even with the water swirling around in the tub.The cock retreated quickly into Koussarga's sheath before the Dug was turning, shoving at Muji's frame until they were sprawled out against the floor. Their head nearly hit the floor but one enormous hand grasped at the back of Muji's skull, tangling in dense curls even as the Dug's heavy knuckles smacked against the hard tile flooring, absorbing the impact. The other primary hand was holding up Koussarga's weight while binary hands grasped at Muji's hips, dragging them across the floor, down to better line up their bodies along the duracrete edge of the tub.Muji spread their thighs, letting their knees notch over Koussarga's shoulders, heels pressed to the wall of the tub to anchor their body in place as water lapped over their calves and shins. When Koussarga bent his long, muscular neck so that his head could press to the dripping, flushed line of Muji's cunt they shuddered, reaching down with both hands to better part their lips for the Dug once more.Most of the other Dug clients that Koussarga referred Muji to didn't care about the fact that it was them specifically. If there was another sibling that Koussarga was fond of then Muji was certain that Koussarga would recommend their services to other Dugs. No. Muji was under no illusions that the other Dugs even cared about them enough to like them. They were a xenophobic species in general and the fact that Muji offered a service that they found demeaning was probably the only reason the Dugs consistently allowed a lowly human to touch them at all.Koussarga... Koussarga liked Muji and even if the feelings that the clone sibling felt weren't identical they were soft and vulnerable enough to enjoy.The heavy bone of Koussarga's skull rested upon the line of Muji's abdomen for a moment, allowing the Dug to lick slow and teasing over Muji's clit. The hand that had been cradling Muji's skull dragged slow and luxurious over Muji's neck, shoulder, down their pectoral to tease over their ribcage and abdomen, kneading and groping as the Dug panted hot and eager against the trimmed curls of Muji's groin.Strong, nimble-fingered hands reached down to grasp at the wrinkled folds where the cartilage of Koussarga's ears met his skull, grasping tightly to guide the Dug's head lower until the Dug's lips could press against Muji's cunt in a filthy, intimate kiss. Muji's pleasure was never a priority, not with a single one of their clients before. Now, sitting with Koussarga's mouth flush against their cunt, Muji couldn't help but think maybe that was a mistake on their part. Koussarga's tongue pressed against the sensitive nub of their clit, slow and swirling as Muji squirmed and writhed against the Dug's mouth. Not a single one of their struggles bore anything, not when Koussarga's muscular limbs kept them pinned down."F-fuck," one leg wrapped tightly around the back of Koussarga's neck, ankle pressed to ribcage while the other leg straightened, muscles tensing and toes curling as the Dug growled and moaned and sucked against Muji's clit. "Fuck!" A long, thick finger sank inside Muji's cunt, shocking several moans and whines and undignified noises out of them with each hard thrust of the single finger.Muji's orgasms always felt less like the fireworks and sparks that their siblings described and more like sneezes or a particularly satisfying piss."Fuck, Koussarga!"This was not one of those orgasms.The clone curled forward, clutching at the Dug's skull and shivering as they flinched and twitched and one leg extended into the air twitched and threatened to cramp with every single bolt of pleasure that rocketed through their body like lightning. When the second orgasm snuck up, less intense and more familiar, closer to the usual sensations that Muji experienced with an orgasm, they let out a relieved gasp, shivering and panting as they relaxed onto the floor, legs going limp on either side of Koussarga's body. Shaking hands lifted to run through their hair, over their neck as Muji caught their breath."Mmm," the Dug between Muji's thighs let out a long, slow slurp as he pulled back, shifting and using all four of his hands to shift and pull his body up so that they could line up completely, pelvis to pelvis, Dug chest to human abdomen, and then Koussarga's lips to Muji's own mouth, allowing the human to taste the bitter-clean taste of their slick on the Dug's mouth.Everything was still too-sensitive, too much, but Muji didn't do much more than grunt as Koussarga's cock began to slowly screw out of his own sheath and into Muji's cunt, every single inch sending spirals of pleasure sparking through their entire core."Nn-ngh!" Muji jerked as the pointed, firm tip of the Dug's cock pressed against their cervix, the touch sending a riptide of sensation through their body, the lingering aftershocks of their previous orgasms turning pain to pleasure as they clutched at Koussarga's muscular, solid frame.The Dug was murmuring something in his native tongue, hissing and low and vibrating across Muji's throat as primary and binary hands swept in fast, possessive movements over their body. One sturdy elbow hooked beneath Muji's knee, hefting the leg up towards their shoulder and the new angle dragged fresh sparks of too-much sensation across Muji's nerves, their neck arching in submission as pleasure-pained gasps poured from their lips.Koussarga's lips pressed to Muji's throat, right at the knot of cartilage that was a poor, small imitation of the Dug's dulla, a tiny vanity surgery that Plastics had done for Muji back when they had felt less at home in their own skin. Koussarga's tongue pressed flat and firm to the line of flesh and in an instant the Dug was groaning, coming deep inside Muji's cunt, filling them with sticky and thick spend that would be a nightmare to clean out but felt satisfying and good in a way as well.It took a few moments before Koussarga's cock retreated into his sheath, the disgusting slurping sound making Muji shiver even as they kept their expression carefully schooled.Those piercing yellow eyes stared down at Muji, the Dug's paler underbelly and throat flushed darkly from the heat of the still-steaming tub and the exertion of their previous activities. It was a much more even flush of pale purple, different yet similar to the dark bruising of earlier, and Muji couldn't help but run their fingers over the solid, muscular line of Koussarga's throat.A binary hand caught their wrist and drew the hand up to press to the heavy curve of Koussarga's jaw."Let me take you to dinner," it was such a startling request that it made Muji's thighs twitch on either side of Koussarga's waist."Pardon?""I know a nice Malastare kerrasco. I'll take you to it," Koussarga's gaze was intense but there was something guarded behind it. "I have another fight tomorrow. I can get you tickets again.""Front row seats to watch all my hard work go to waste," Muji scoffed, pushing themselves up and forcing the Dug to lean back or risk overbalancing. "No thanks.""All the more reason for you to come," Koussarga smirked. "You can kiss my bruises better in record time."It was a bad idea. It was a horrible idea. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea.If Fox found out then he'd have Muji's hide flayed from their bones for the stupidity of it all. If Bones found out he'd fly all the way out from Kamino himself just to give Muji a shake like a scruffed tooka. Depths and Stars, Muji felt the urge to slap their own face in an attempt to knock sense into their own thick skull."Fine. But if I have to use the good bacta then you will be replacing it, and none of that black-market stuff they cut through with beer, the good stuff with camphor in it."Fox would understand. It was just good business to go to the fight and make sure that Muji's most regular customer didn't get himself killed like he seemed determined to.