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NSFW Alphabet: Sergeant Hunter

A/N: I’m for sure going to hell for this. It was nice knowing you all. As I pass away from crippling embarrassment, I hope you at least find this ~spicy~. You’re all invited to my funeral btw.

Hunter x AFAB!Reader: Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Exhibition Kink, Somnophilia (not exactly but just in case), Ovulation, Fertility, Masturbation, Bit of Objectification, Unprotected Sex, PIV Sex, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), Just Pure Filth, Lil Doesn’t Know Jack Shit, Please proceed accordingly, MINORS DNI.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once Hunter gets the hang of it, he is wonderful with aftercare. Sex is incredibly draining to him both physically and mentally and until he can better manage the recovery you might be taking care of him for a bit. He a bit sheepish about that but you don’t mind one bit. You situate him and when he’s bounced back enough he’s eager to care for your every need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The general consensus is that Hunter loves thighs, and that’s a big yes. It’s hard to pick just one part of your body to love though. He also loves your hips, your waist—basically your entire midsection. Anywhere that’s pliant and soft.

Your hair and your face are also incredibly alluring. He gets hard just thinking about your smile and he’s completely unashamed to tell you that.

On himself he loves his arms and chest and his hands. They’re strong and broad and they see him through. They’re kind of his reassurance to himself (and others) that he can protect and provide.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hunter cums hard and he cums a lot—and it’s utterly immobilizing when he does. He’ll be frozen in time, a whimper lodged in his throat as he spends himself over and over until he’s boneless against you.

His favorite place to cum is deep inside you, and his sensuality allows him for a vivid imagination, which makes him cum all the more as he pictures your body taking every last drop of his seed, milking him dry until he’s practically cumming all over again from the thought.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Several dirty secrets for our favorite Sergeant!

Dirty secret #1: Uhm so Hunter is obsessed with you. You’re a literal goddess no matter what you’re doing. He watches you openly and amorously. Especially first thing in the morning when you’re cozy in slumber, curled up all warm and soft against him. You look so beautiful. His hands begin to roam, along the delicate curve of your hips, down to your fleshy thighs and he just barely restrains himself. He wants to wake you up to some good morning sex (100% with your consent of course). There are times—an embarrassing amount of times—he thinks about taking you in your sleep, you stirring with a moan as his cock glides in and out of you. Somnophilia but not quite? He just loves how soft and open you are in sleep.

He gets painfully hard thinking about it, and waiting for you to wake is torturous. At first he’s hesitant to tell you about these intrusive fantasies but he feels his morality is on the line and so he sheepishly confesses it to you, no filter.

You top him right then and there.

Dirty secret #2: He’s got a thing for ovulation—ergo, fertility. He knows when you ovulate and he goes crazy for it. It’s his favorite time to fuck you, for obvious reasons, but also because it’s kind of a magnificent process; your body composition changes and you just feel so fucking good, you look good—just when he thought it couldn’t get any better. He’ll come up from behind and wrap his arms around your waist, plant some heady kisses along your neck and whisper, “You’re ovulating,” in your ear and the hard rasp of his voice and his lips curving into a smirk against your skin makes your entire body shudder with pleasure.

You always ask him, “Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

You already know the answer.

Dirty secret #3: Hunter secretly loves catching wind of you touching yourself. He’ll hear you moan softly in the shower and he knows exactly what you’re doing. It feels wrong to be listening in, his back pressed up against the refresher door with his throbbing cock against his stomach but he gets drunk off your sound and your scent and before he knows it he’s bucking up into his hand and muffling his cries of ecstasy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hunter does not have a high body count. He knows his stuff but his duty as a soldier and his leadership position especially does not necessitate sexual activity. Any romp (if any) he has gotten up to has been short-lived and unfulfilling. Until he met you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Couple of go-to’s but missionary is where it’s at for Hunter. He loves looming over you, caging you with his broad arms, dark eyes locked on yours as he rocks into you with unbridled passion. He gets full access to you, your beautiful face contorting in pleasure, your sweet neck he can dive down and kiss and suck as he murmurs how perfect you are for him—also, missionary allows him to grab the headboard for stability when he picks up the pace. ;)

Standing too—he loves standing tall and just fucking up into you as his strong arms hold you taut. And he loves spooning you in the sweet hours of the morning, where he can just hike your leg up over his own and push into you, mold into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s pretty serious during sex, pouring all of his focus into the moment. He’s solemnly sweared to love you with every fiber of his being. It’s profound for him.

That being said, Hunter has no trouble letting a chuckle slip for any awkward moments that crop up—he actually lives for those because they center him a bit and remind him how beautifully human you both are.

Furthermore: Hunter can be very playful, reserved more for foreplay before you two really get going. Once he’s mounted you and begins fucking you though it all more or less switches off. He sincerely has to focus or he’ll cum instantaneously. You’re a lot for him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hunter definitely has a fair amount of body hair; chest, arms, and a little happy trail down his abdomen. He keeps himself groomed but he’s not going to go out of his way with the upkeep. It’s about that *rugged* look.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Hunter is an utter romantic. Sex with him is fueled by intimacy—that’s where the substance is. And when he’s rocking so sensually against you, feeling every square inch of your body, there’s nobody else in the world but you and him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Hunter typically doesn’t masturbate, but when he does it’s always within a definitive time window and/or frame of mind. He mostly gets the urge after a hard workout, his endorphins are kicked into overdrive, he’s sweaty and ethereal and he feels powerful; it’s easy for his mind to wander to other ways his strength applies: like when he’s pinned you to the mat after a training session and you’re glowing beneath his might. He thinks about taking you right there—his masturbation always centers around you.

And this kind of plays into kinks (see below) wherein he’s got a competence kink, and so seeing you perform in any capacity really gets him choking out your name as he gives himself a particularly hard tug.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding. Kink. This man wants to put a baby in you, get you pregnant (after you’ve talked about it extensively of course and it’s something you want) which in turn plays into a pregnancy kink. Seeing you all swollen with his child. Reminding him how strong and capable and breathtaking you are. Knowing he gave it to you so good. It drives him wild. Definitely an overtone of “staking claim” there. And let’s not forget competence kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Hunter has gotten frisky in less-than-ideal locations but when time and need are not a factor he prefers a place familiar to him—and private. Like home. Specifically, the bedroom. Sweet sex on silk sheets with just the two of you in between. Pure bliss.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly? You in your entirety. It’s all you. Your passion, your drive, your spirit. He’s drawn to you from the get-go and when he thinks about his future you’re it. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you, knowing you, unraveling you and growing alongside you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation is a hard no. Hunter will never insult or belittle you for the sake of pleasure—it completely takes him out of it. His goal is to worship you in total mind body and soul. Anything less is simply unfathomable. Also respectfully don’t call him “Daddy”—he wants to be a father so badly that the role play phenomena just feels so utterly disjointed in the heat of the moment. It’s not his forte and makes him uncomfortable. Name calling in general is a bit squicky—pet names or calling him “good boy” is something he generally doesn’t respond well to. Also, no orgasm denial. He can’t handle that and he wouldn’t subject you to that, either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Will bury himself in your cunt and not surface for hours if you let him. You’re taste is intoxicating and he tells you as much. Going down on you is the only time he will slightly overstimulate you and enjoy it. Your pleasure is his pleasure and so he’ll coo at you to just lay back and let him take care of the rest.

Hunter will let you blow him if you’re really insistent—and it’s usually sweet and controlled, not a sloppy, messy affair. He’s not gonna face-fuck you. He’s content with just caressing your face and hair while he sprawls back and let’s you have a go. You like to purr how pretty his cock and balls are, how much you love him inside you, all the cum he gives you. When you praise him like that it honestly warms his chest so much. Blow jobs are typically reserved for after a hard mission or when you can sense he needs a boost of morale. But also just because you absolutely adore him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A carnal mix of both. Hunter is the Alpha. He almost always starts out slow and sensual with an earthly pace, but his desire for you is ravaging and things quickly escalate to him plowing into you as he takes you to new heights.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As stated above, Hunter prefers to take his time with you, but sometimes he has wants and you have wants and a quick rabid fuck in the supply closet is all you have time for, but he promises he’s gonna give it to you real good later. Also, quickies with Hunter can be and are usually facilitated by high stakes—close-call missions, the good ‘ole “we-almost-died” fuck, or if you’re just looking particularly fucking sexy out there taking down droids. He’s gonna rock your world.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hunter is risqué. It’s part of his MO.

That being said, only to a certain degree—he’s not going to fulfill himself (and you) by putting you in harm’s way. However, Hunter is not above a little sexual exhibition. In fact, anytime he takes you out, in the back of his mind he’s scouring for some place to take you right then and there. It’s cheap thrills.

But as far as things like bondage or weapon play, Hunter is a little less eager. He’s really not into bdsm and it’s very rare that he would let you tie him up, even with just the bandana. He needs to be in control of his faculties at all times. The knife might come into play but only to free you of your clothes. ;)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two or three with varying refractory periods. While heightened senses prove to be a hinderance at times, Hunter is a stud and when he’s lost in you, he’s lost in you all the way, and when that happens he literally won’t stop until you say so. He’s a powerhouse and when he’s free of inhibitions he’s unstoppable.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Hunter is not big on toys. He doesn’t own any himself and has no desire to use them but he doesn’t mind watching you get off to one every once in a while if only to learn what makes you tick. He does grow restless fairly quickly though as he prefers to be the one pleasuring you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hunter can’t really hold his own when it comes to teasing. He loves you too much and caves to you easily. He is good at it though—he knows exactly where to touch to light that fire: his hand at the small of your back or his lips mouthing at your ear. He’s playful and will build you up for the sake of foreplay to fuel your mutual pleasure but he’s not going to be a hard tease outside of that. He himself is not above begging though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Hunter makes the most beautiful grunts and groans. They’re not super loud, but they’re low, and they have you clenching hard around him. He tries to focus on his breathing through it all, so you’ll hear a methodical, deep intake of air followed by a groan as he slowly exhales and it’s so, so goddamn hot. If he’s really going, snapping his hips into you, he’ll release the occasional (involuntary) growl. And if you pull his hair or suck on his skin, you’re sure to get a whimper. Bit of a noisy man but not super wordy. Occasionally he’ll grit out some praises about how good you feel and—oh, just like that baby—and that he’s close. He does his best to tell you when he’s close.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

So many headcanons. Hunter is a freak.

Three key places to touch Hunter to bend him right to your will: his hair, his balls, and that sweet spot right underneath his chin. Unsurprisingly, he loves his hair pulled. Give him a good tug when he’s going at it and watch the whimpers fall from his lips. The quickest way to get him to fall apart is to play with his balls. Seriously. Cup them or suck on them and he’ll have to pry himself off of you and remember how to breathe. Or kiss right up under his chin, slightly to his left where his tattoo fades underneath his jaw and he’ll be whining.

Another random headcanon: He’s obsessed with your sweat. The taste of it, the sight of it, the smell of it. It’s unexplainable but a notable factor all the same.

Next: Sorry but he hates condoms.

Another: He has a deep-set insecurity about cumming “too early”. He thinks it will diminish his virility—or your perception of it.

And finally: One of Hunter’s favorite things ever is when you wear his bandana like a garter around your thigh. Holy hell.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Solid 7-8 inches and is quick to get it up. Slight curve upward. Has the most beautiful looking balls known to man. Insane shoulder-to-hip ratio. Dorito-shaped man and short KING. His physique is magnificent. Strapping and he knows it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hunter yearns for you. Day and night. You’re the first thing on his mind when he wakes and the last thing on his mind before sleeps. He’s able to rein it in; he can go for a while without sex BUT that doesn’t mean he doesn’t long for you every waking moment. Morning wood every damn day and he can ignore it but when you come into the picture he suddenly doesn’t want to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Fairly quickly. As previously stated Hunter is pretty spent after sex so he’ll just collapse on top of you (he loves being spread out over your body with his face buried in your neck or resting on your stomach) after just barely managing to clean up. He’s absolute putty in your arms, all soft and dreamy and he gives you that blissed out smile and it’s adorable.

Get wrecked Echo

❤️💕😂

Kriff Wrecker leave the man be!

A peek...

Alright I’m bored, needing depth for my Fanfic, gonna analyze the Bad Batch’s barracks.  

It’s a mess, clear cut right off the start which shows how little Kaminoan  discipline of cleanliness (conditioning) was in affect in these particular clones.  

Echo has the hammock near Tech’s bunk and surrounded by his equipment.  Tech has hacked into the power conduits over his bunk to have all these mechanical arms and tools added so he could probably work on tinkering something by his bunk.- noted by @1fineslytherin​.  The lights here are dim, then after the Batch escapes Kamino and Crosshair moves in with his new squad the lights are restored to the typical Kaminoan illuminating fashion.  This may have been done for Hunter to ease his senses, POSSIBLY.  

As for that smell...

Wrecker has food on his bed, which has been left rotting and festering for about 206 or whatever rotations since the last time they were there.  No wonder it smells.  Along with a clothes line along the back wall which I guess is a step towards some sort of cleaning process?  Boy’s a wreck. - I am not sorry for that pun.  

Crosshair has a perch at the top left hand corner, it is level with Tech’s workstation from across the room.  He has three posters of droids on his back wall, each have distinct holes in the papers resembling the proper kill shots necessary to put down a droid.  Through the holes you can see the wall that they are pinned against, he used these for practice and brought them back to look at / show off / be his intimidating toothpick suckeling self.  As pointed out by @yavielin-feanarien, the center poster spells the letter ‘C’ in Aruebesh.  He also has 2 sets of fresh blacks folded neatly sitting on his sheets.  

I do believe given Wrecker’s messy manner and Tech’s clutter, Crosshair and Hunter decided to take opposite sides to keep the room in some sort of balance.  I say this because honestly I would want a roommate who is clean, not a slob, so in this kind of rooming situation I would want to be on the side with the other clean individual.  But I can see why they would take opposite sides to maintain some sort of “Order” within the room.  

Tech’s perch.  💕

-Tech states that he doesn’t want to sleep next to Wrecker’s junk in their opening episode...bro use those goggles to look at your own room first.  

-Wrecker definitely stole that couch from somewhere.  It’s a BIG couch for a BIG man such as himself.  They have their bunks, benches with no backs to lean into, and crates are all that can be sat on in this room.  Can definitely understand why Wrecker would bring this piece of furniture into their barracks. 

Tech’s bunk is made, and adorns his scribbles of equations.  With all this wall art, makes me wonder who drew that Padme nose art in the deleted reel.  😀  My credits on Tech.  

Hunter’s bunk is made and tidy. he is definitely a boot man, called it!  He has medals pinned to the backboard, no idea what that thing is in the corner, it might be a canteen.  He’s got the iconic Bad Batch 99 skull on his wall, I just dig this man.  

One last thing that I see a problem with as a collective, is that they don’t bring gonky into the room with them.  I like to think that because he is a defective unit that the facility would snatch him up and decommission him, or that he would be bullied by other droids.  So they agree that he’s gotta remain on the ship but still!  

Anyways....I would still like to be their shared barrack hoe.  No lie.  

A Question

ARE THE CLONES GETTING PAID TO SERVE THE EMPIRE!?  They are clearly paying the conscripted soldiers, so is that the same for the Clones????

That Finale

OPINION

I do not think the clones were hesitant about destroying Kamino because it was the origin of their creation, their home, I think they were hesitant more for the fact that it was their ONLY place of origin.  

Tarkin, even though we do not see it, pretty much executed whole clone battalions as part of his “assessments” for the needs of the Empire.  Leaving those who survived or were ranked high enough to constitute as “trainers” for the new recruits.  

Now with no home to be sent back to, when the clones are un-needed, where are they supposed to go?   All the cities were destroyed on the planet.  That was their first combined “mission” with Clones and The Empire, wiping out a whole planet, their home world.

ALL ONTOP OF NOT BEING PAID LIKE THEIR CONSCRIPTED REPLACEMENTS.  So now not only is their home destroyed, but they have no support, they are left completely reliant upon a galactic military that does not value their service, which put the Empire in place, but exploits their collective experience as continued slave labor.

Just too much!  Too sad!

Star Wars, Dave Filon, can conduct one hell of a Space Opera.  

Star Wars: Revelations: Crosshair x Ottehok

TCW Fanfic: Crosshair x Ottehok

Norsik Language is called Norslyr:

Ottehok- Shade in Russian

Forbandet Afkom- Cursed Offspring in Danish

Alfodr- Meaning All Father/Odin

Pabbi- Daddy in Icelandic

This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing 

based on the aftermath of TCW.

WARNINGS:  NSFW, explicit 18+, cursing, P in V, protected sex, butt stuff, rough sex, gagging, slapping, pet names, male Dom, female Sub (kinda), allusion to past trauma. (Both individuals are slightly emotionally fractured, also the cleanest characters who have the nastiest sex;).  

4.3K word count.  

Crosshair x Ottehok

The Norse Executioner, Lone Ranger; Ottehok. A rather stunning peach colored Zebrak/Trandoshan female. The oracle of her field.  She must continue to slay Forbandet Afkom believed to be the blooded kin of the Goddess named Hel.  It has been said that Ranger, Ottehok; is the God Heimdall incarnate, the Great Watcher for Bjornheim.  She remains chained to the grounds of the spreading Ragnarok Ranges until the Afkom have been Cleansed from the terra. 

Crosshair demands to taste this caliber of woman.  

The Scourge Sniper, the Overwatch for his Troop, Crosshair.  A recognized Wingman; a Norse position given to the sharpest of Gunsmen.  Ottehok witnessed his capabilities when it came to the Cleanse of Thovid.  How he strangled a Zerbrak Cannibal with just his bare hands, smiling while doing so.  How he takes the rear path to watch over his Troop, hence Overwatch.  Unlike some members of his crew, he participated in the Cleansing of the cannibal younglins.  Did not hesitate, no remorse, delivered a swift and painless death upon them and moved on for that was the task that needed to be done.  

Crosshair’s actions reflect his forging, qualities Ottehok desires in a mate.  

But this encounter is not about love, affection, or breeding; this is about a deserved release.  A needed break from the ten-year expanse of isolation this woman has endured for the sake of her people.  Who either respect or reject her.  Either way she goes about her tasks, her way, the way that things need to be done for her people.  Her resolve is gleaming in her rust-colored eyes as she removes her helmet in front of Crosshair.  

In the hull of the Solar Scourge Ottehok places her helm on a crate alongside her pack.  Crosshair observes her motions as she reaches up and releases her pine green hair from a low bun and shakes her head.  He split tongue tasting the air.  He removes his helmet along with his gloves and meets her level of resolve as their lips collide.  

Crosshair dominates the kiss.  She desires pleasure from him, and he will deliver it to her, his way.  Her arms hook around his neck as they kiss.  She raises her height just an inch on the tips of her toes to reach his lips more comfortably.  Her hands glide through his soft hair while his graze along her sides to pull their midsections closer together.  The sounds of their armors rubbing against each other fills their ears.  Ottehok stands flat on her feet to break the kiss and take a breath.  Her hands sliding down his chest plate as her eyes stare up into his, admiring his stature.  His gaze is soft but not unguarded, attentive to all her movements, keeping wary of this Executioner.  But neutrality floods her gaze, a hand gently cups the right side of his face to feel the shadow of a beard and the bottom portion of his tattoo.  

Ottehok drops her guard entirely in this moment.

Crosshair slightly tilts his head into her touch.  Her fingerless gloves allow him to feel bits of her skin against him.  Ottehok begs for a break from everything for just this moment with her eyes.  But he wants to hear her ask for it.  

“What do you want?”  His voice a low rasp as his hands come around her waist to hold her close to him.  

“Your cock…”, her voice breaks with need as she continues.  “To writhe underneath you…marked by your teeth…to have every hole in me used by you.”  She finishes with her hand moving to cup his jaw with fingers parting his lips to inspect his perfectly aligned pearly whites.  He allows this touch to occur, far to used to being inspected in such a manner on Kamino.  Her hands trail down his chest plate with fingers grazing at his codpiece.  She knows well enough to wait for his permission to begin removing it for him.  

She knows what she wants.

Of all the remaining men on Norsik, this devout Pagan comes to surrender herself to an Off-Worlder.  Crosshair takes great consideration if he should indulge this woman.  This planet has rules that these people must follow or else his crew may be banished from the planet with the Norse participant being written off as a sacrifice to atone for their sins.  He must decipher if this woman is setting him up; thus, banning himself and his crew from this system that they helped liberate or if she really is just in need for a good thrashing.  He confirms that it is the latter as she removes her wrist comm and throwing her harness with holsters containing blasters and knives.  She is completely bare of any sort of possible recorders or weapons.  

Crosshair releases a chuckle as a hand comes up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear and swiftly takes her chin into his hand.  “Want to be used in any particular order?”  He purrs whilst stepping forward to press her back against a storage crate to box her in.  He makes it clear that he wants to absorb all her focus.  A knee rises between her legs to nudge at her core which she instinctively begins to grind upon.  

“I do not like a-t-m…”  She says shyly, batting her eyes up at him.  

“I wouldn’t do that to you…Peaches.”  Crosshair knows full well that Ottehok despises this nickname.  Anyone who mocks her with it ends up shot or wounded in some form or another by her hand.  It is always thrilling to witness her exact justice upon those who slight her or her comrades.  But in this instance, she bites her bottom lip and her fingers curl into the front of his chest plate to signal for undressing as her walls drip hot nectar at his voice using that name.  He drops his knee while their deft hands work away at their armor straps stripping to their under clothes.  “So begulling…”  He admires her body with a step backward to take in her full frame.  Ottehok stands at 6’1, slender build with divine muscle tone true to her Zebrak genetics.  She is quite the attractive creature through and through.  The Trandoshan heritage is identifiable with her eyes, voice, and tattoos which just add to her allure.  

Ottehok is the most unique being Crosshair has ever had the pleasure to work alongside.  

Crosshair aims to make her steady eyes roll into the back of her skull.  Maybe he can make her croak within the hull for all to hear.  Make them all hear how she likes to be used by an Off-Worlder; implying that this fornication is a testament to any men that hear their sex that Norsemen do not suffice to satisfy her.  The filthy things Ottehok craves from a man with the resolve to do it too her…  

Crosshair grabs a few condoms from a pack strapped to his armor and sets them atop a crate.  He leans back against a tall storage box with his arms folded across his chest, eyes fixated on Ottehok.  The lights are dim within the hull, he watches her from the surrounding darkness just outside the rim of light as she remains under a faint glow.  The shadows accentuate her womanly curves and brighten her peach-colored skin.  

“Strip.  Show me that pretty little peach of yours.”  He speaks with a smug smirk.  Ottehok gives him a show with bedroom eyes and a soft pouty look.  All being fueled by the ache between her legs.  She stands before him naked, taking it upon herself to follow his request to show him everything.  She hops onto a crate behind her and opens her legs, licking her fingers with her split tongue to spread her neatly tucked folds.  Crosshair is beyond pleased with the view.  

He inspects Ottehok further, he has been aware of her split tongue the first time she removed her helm to speak the night she had to explain the situation at the Ranges.  But now he can see everything.  Her nipples and navel are pierced, tattoos cover much of her body from her toes to her fingers reaching up to her neck.  Norslyr text etched into left side of her scalp that reads, ‘Take No Prisoners’ when her hair is arranged in fierce battle braids.  Her breasts are void of any ink; her solar plexus has an extremely detailed dagger pointed up towards her neck.  That is a very intense part of any anatomy to receive a blow let alone hours of ink.  His sights fall to the vivid red orange color of her pussy, the delicate skin there matches the color of her nipples and lips.  

Delicious.

Ottehok is built to endure the harshest of elements that Norsik has to offer.  Crosshair wants to see if she can withstand an element from the Void.  

Crosshair licks his lips and steps forward to place his skilled hands on her warm body.  They share a deep kiss before he breaks away and kneels to take in the sight of her peach.  His hands cup her breasts to tease her nipples as he dives in with his tongue to taste her decadent nectar.  She is touch starved, reacting to everything he does wherever his touch wanders.  The shivers he delivers through her body feel much like she was a virgin once more.  His tongue dips inside and then back to her clit spelling his name in Arubesh eliciting the lewdest of noises a woman can make.  Ottehok falls backward while gripping at his hands and hair.  He adds a finger and pumps it a few times before adding a second as her peach floods with juice mixed with his saliva.  

“Pabbi!”  She whines as her back arches off the crate and her legs begin to tense.  He rises to look her over, watching her orgasm erupt through her body as he keeps the pace with his fingers to thoroughly work her through it.  Her feet find purchase on the edge of the crate with her eyes glued shut as the comets stream across her vision.  His pace quickens and he angles his precise fingers to rub that special little spot inside her which forces her peach to overflow with sweet nectar onto the floor.  Crosshair removes his fingers and shoves them in her mouth as she tries to catch her breath.  

“What did you say?”  He asks near her ear then bites her neck.  She winces but gives her response through the action.

“Pabbi…daddy…”  Tears leave the corners of her eyes as he looks down upon her and removes his fingers from her mouth.  He licks away the streaks with a pleasant hum.

“Mm, I like that.  Call me pabbi or sir from now on, understand Peaches?”  Her body tremors at the pet name, from now on Crosshair is the only one allowed to call her that.  She nods and sits up to meet his lips again but he stops her with a hand to her shoulder.  “And… you need to ask for my permission to cum.”  Her lust filled gaze diminishes and she cups his jaw with knit brows.  

“I will play the name game, swallow your fluids, take your punishments.  But I will never ask for permission for my own orgasms.  Sir.”  This is the most she has ever really spoken to Crosshair in Arubesh, she is improving.  

“So, you are not going to comply?”  His eyes narrow with a sharp edge but Ottehok sneers and pushes him back for her own space.  She hops off the crate and nearly topples over as her legs are still shaking from her orgasm.  She bites her cheek to force herself to stand up as to not appear weak in front of him any longer.  Crosshair’s cock is a painful throbbing rod that is clearly visible to both people.  But now she has apparently received enough of a release to tap out, leaving him out to dry.  Crosshair is flooded with dangerous emotions, things he shouldn’t be feeling or thinking of.  

“You have no jurisdiction over me Voider.  This is my terra, my body.  We can continue but as I submit to you, I expect for you to make me cum.  As much as I want, as much as you can make me, and I do the same for you.”  Her trigger finger jabs into his chest with every point she makes, wearing a scowl that equally rivals his own.  “The hunt for orgasm is what keeps me submissive, Wingman.”  She finishes and crosses her arms with a face of determination he recognizes from her 116,400 hours of footage while in the Ranges when fighting Afkom.  Ottehok views Crosshair as a predator invading her hovel; a man pushing a set boundary.  Too not be snuffed he must respect her grounds.  

Crosshair sighs and his lip twitches for a second as if he had a toothpick between his lips.  “Very well.”  He acknowledges her terms and steps forward and places his hands on her shoulders.  He peers down at her with a softened gaze fixated on her stern look.  He wants to melt that look away and replace it with the face she had earlier when she was unraveling on his fingers.  “I will make you erupt with pleasure my sweet peach.  I just like to hear you beg for it…”  He admits lowly and kisses her forehead.  Her arms drop to his waist band pulling him flush against her as they embrace for this moment between them.  

“I can beg, sir.  I promise you; I will beg…”  Her sultry tone is silenced with a deep kiss and his cock is freed against her stomach.  She pulls up the hem of his undershirt and he removes it while her hands run down his body as she drops to her knees to pull his bottoms down to strip him naked with her.  

A hand strokes his shaft while the other cups his balls.  Her mouth laps at the bead of precum at the tip and her split tongue runs over his frenulum in a widely new sensation that forces a shallow groan to leave his chest.  Both hands fist her hair and has her mouth all to himself now.  She can take most of him in her throat, a hand comes to rest on his hip to push against it when he tries to get the last few inches inside her mouth.  Her eyes are wide with tears in the corner which is an erotic sight to Crosshair.  The sloppy gagging noises she makes fill the hull.  He continues to fuck her throat by just having his hands bob her head, if he were to start thrusting his hips, he’d most likely cum too soon.  

“Suck me harder…”  he coos brushing hair from her eyes so she can clearly look at him from below.  Messy noises come from her as she gags, bile comes up to coat his cock and down the front of her body and onto the floor.  He pulls her off with a click of his tongue and she coughs for air.  “You just love making messes, don’t you?”.  He says taking a fistful of hair to pull her up to her feet and guiding her back to the crate she was on earlier.  

“Always…p-pabbi…I’m sorry…”  She wipes her mouth with the back of a hand as he lifts her onto the crate to spread her legs.  She is soaking wet all the way down her legs, just a complete mess that this Clone Commander must clean up after they are done here.  Crosshair grabs a condom and rolls it on, he quickly glazes his cock in her nectar placing the head at her opening.  Before he plunges inside he anchors her down with a firm grip to her neck.  She replies with a devious smile and a pleading glint.  He smiles and gently pushes inside her in a fluid motion that has Ottehok moaning like a whore.  

Her toes curl, her eyes darken and squeeze tight, she nearly screams when he pulls back and thrusts back in a few times to penetrate her more deeply.  She is unbelievably tight, very closely to the feeling when she was a virgin and being…used…by members of Irrek Hall when she was young.  The very blistering pain of those memories that she has buried for so long come welling up and she starts to cry.  It is unnerving to Crosshair; he releases her throat and almost pulls out when she grasps his shoulder to stop him.

“No!  No please!  Please pabbi- Crosshair!  Don’t stop…”  While sobbing.  “I need this…”  

“Gah fine!  Just take it like this then!”  He berates impatiently and flips her onto her stomach to pound her from behind.  “But if it becomes too much you better say something or I will just keep going, understood?”  Ottehok nods her head wiping her nose with her hand as he bares down inside her mercilessly.  His hips snapping into her ass to make up for the loss of her warmth for those few seconds.  He grunts into her ear, her back arching whilst continuing to cry.  This feeling much better than all the past times, his girth stretching her open, length piercing her deeply, slapping her ass with an exciting ferocity that makes her cunt twitch around him.  Crosshair bends forward and hooks an arm around her neck to choke her in a new fashion.  His mouth nips at her ear, his grunts filling her canal as his cock fills her pussy like no Norseman has ever done before.  His hand comes to cover her mouth with his precise fingers covering her nose as he flexes his arm around her neck to near suffocation.  

One of her hands comes to his that is cupped to her face and the other slams the top of the crate to signal for air.  His fingers lift off from her nose and mouth, but his palm still presses to her cheek.  When he feels she’s caught enough air his fingers return to smother her again.  His fingers dive into her mouth to slicken them up for his next approach.  He pulls off her back releasing her from his grip and looks down at her round little ass.  His trigger finger pokes into her anus.  Her head pops up from the crate and she props her upper body up on her forearms and the back of her head is met with his left hand which forces her forehead to the crate.  Then he slides the rest of his long slender finger into her ass.  Her walls clench around his cock, triggering another eruption of nectar to spill from her splitting peach.  

“Such a dirty girl…”  He growls as she comes undone.  Her legs close together and with a disapproving click of his tongue Crosshair forces her legs apart with his feet and quickens his movements in her ass.  He drips a clear strand of saliva from his mouth to coat her anus to keep it lubricated for easier pleasure.  He fucks her again through another orgasm, Ottehok sobs and whines underneath Crosshair.  Her arms reach out to grasp the edge of the crate to anchor herself down as her stomach keeps rubbing against the rough surface of the crate in an uncomfortable manner.  Crosshair adds his middle finger to her ass as she begins to quiver around his cock, he needs to relax her.  He pulls himself out of her entirely, his arms wrap around her hips to lift her off the crate and lay her on the floor.  He rolls her onto her side, he comes to her back to take her from behind.  She purses her lips wanting a kiss which he obliges, then nudges her ass with the head of his cock.  Her hand grips his thigh as she takes him in, he nips at her ear and buries his face in her hair while slowly pushing his way into her tight cavity.  His hands roam her body to grasp her nipples and gently roll the nubs to stimulate her.  Ottehok feels like her body is burning, she is no longer crying now.  Crosshair has fucked the memories out of her mind for good.  Using every part of her like this, it is what she needed to forget the past.  She knows that she has control over her body, her own pleasure, how she needs it to be.  Her skills and what she has done for herself have afforded her the respect necessary to get what she wants, who is going to refuse an Executioner?  

No one.

Crosshair pushes in slowly; he makes it halfway in before she winces, nails dig into his thigh eliciting a slap to her face to ease the digging.  He quickly cups her throat to choke her and pulls back and thrusts back in trying to get deeper before a choked croak ripples through the column of her neck.  Her hips jerk away but he follows her movement to remain inside her and he ends up rolling on top of her to pin her down.  

“Too much!  Ah too much pabbi!”  She gasps out.  

“Then hold still and let me find a balance for us both!”  He shouts over her cries.

Crosshair rolls off her and back on to their sides.  His hands grasp her hips to keep her in place and his tongue trails up her neck.  He lightly bounces his cock inside her ass with half the length in.  It is warm with much more pressure around his cock than her pussy.  It is much easier to slide in and out of her pussy than her ass, but it feels great nonetheless.  “H-how does this feel Peaches?  Is this good?”  He asks trying not to sound like a little boy about to burst for the first time.  He’s never had the opportunity to try anal, he’s played with ass before but never got to penetrate it with his cock.  

Ottehok releases a beautiful sound from her chest as his cock splits her ass in two.  It begins to feel so pleasurable that he can start moving deeper inside as she relaxes with this gentler pace.  Quick and shallow, equivalent to rabbits.  Crosshair sees a smile spread across her face with a pink hue glowing on her cheeks.  She looks delighted.  

“I’m going to cum again, sir…”  She moans as a hand comes down to play with her clit.  He swats her hand away to take over for her, rubbing tight fast circles on her clit as she bucks forward from the quick stimulation.  

“Mm ahhh!  Slowly please pabbi!  Slowly…”  She ends her sentence with a shush while guiding his fingers to the rate of speed that she wants.  Her ass relaxes and she can take his entire cock now with ease.  Her moans grow in volume as she experiences yet another explosive orgasm from her ass this time.  

“Are you cumming?”  

“Ja!”

“From your ass?”  His voice a smooth husky tone.  

“Ja ja!  From your cock sir!  Alfodr!”

“Oh Peaches…”  His final words before she lets out an arousing croak while her ass contracts around his sheathed mass.  Her eyes roll into the back of her cranium as her core gushes with emanation.  He works her through it again followed by pulling out of her as she lays there seeing comets burning through atmospheres.  He rolls the condom off and sticks himself back into her ass with a few more pumps sending devastating aftershocks through her writhing body.  He bites her shoulder with a grip around her throat making her release choked gasps as his cock twitches, spewing hot molten cum inside of her.  

Ottehok reaches back over her shoulder to caress the heaving man behind her.  Arms gripping around her like a vice.  Cock softening inside her ass.  His eyes open to look at her, his arms lessen their grip, and she moves to separate from him.  They pick themselves off the ground to sit on an elongated crate on the floor.  Ottehok feels comfortable enough to lean against Crosshair’s shoulder, to reciprocate the closeness he rests his chin on her head.  Naturally they both scan the area around them to see if anyone had snuck in to watch them.  

Crosshair’s post nut clarity kicks in and he moves to stand first which he does with ease after only cumming once.  Ottehok remains seated, panting by herself as Crosshair begins to redress in his blacks and gathering her under clothes to bring to her on the crate.  

“We should shower.”  He says first to break the silence.  

“You can.  I must start my trek back to the Ranges.”  She says pulling her clothes back on.  

“You can’t be serious.”  He stops all movement to gawk at her ridiculous statement.  

“Ja.”  She nods and moves to pick at pieces of her armor.  

“You are going to start your trek…a fourteen-rotation journey back to the Ranges like this?  A complete filthy wreck.”  He folds his arms looking down at her from above.  

She looks up at him with a cocked brow,

” Ja.  This is my penance for taking an extra day for myself.  I should have left yesterday immediately after Phara was put down.”  She breaks eye contact to strap her plates on with more focus.  Crosshair just stares, baffled by her resolve and the sudden realization that she just used him to punish herself for selfishness, if it can even be called that.  From her decade in the Ranges, to the March to Cleanse Thovid and the March back to Bjornheim, then the Liberation of Bjornheim…just to take twenty-four hours for herself to rest, eat, and be fucked before trekking back to that Helscape.  

Kriffing Norse.

Star Wars: Revelations Wolffe x Roso

TCW FanFic: Wolffe x Roso 

(Rosomak in full, meaning Wolverine in Polish)

Norslyr Language translations

Neuk/Neuken means fuck in Dutch

This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing based on the aftermath of TCW.

WARNINGS:  Explicit through and through.  Unprotected sex, cursing, rough and wild, religious mentions, the taking of the Male V-Card.  

4.1K Words

Star Wars: Revelations: Wolffe x Roso

Wolffe takes a sharp breath as Roso pulls on his skin between her teeth.  She sucks on the skin below the neckline of his blacks.  Her hands roam his body, his skin burns under her touch.  His hands timidly begin to explore her body.  Roso breaks from him with a fierce smile.  

“You taste good soldier.”  She says and kisses his lips.  His face flushes red.  Wolffe has never experienced this before, he feels drunk.  

“You feel good ma’am.”  He lets out as she trails down his chest to the hem of his shirt and takes it off him.  Her legs tighten around his waist to bring her body closer to his bare torso.  Goosebumps rise on his skin and she bites his ear lobe.  Her hands comb through his hair and feel the expanse of his back.  His hands hold her close to his body, unable to know what he can do to her in return.  Roso slips back and removes her compression top.  His eyes widen at the sight of her stretching up and her breasts exposed.  He has never seen such beauty in his whole life until now.  

How cruel.

She tosses her shirt to the side and cups his face.  “Please touch me.”  She whispers with a kiss.  His hands run up her stomach to cup her breasts.  The skin feels so delicate, taut, and firm.  The air within the LATT Walker is still with a slight chill from the outside weather.  Making both of their nipples ridged.  He takes a nipple between his thumb and index and lightly rolls it around.  She giggles in response and bites his neck.  

Wolffe instinctually places his hands down at her thighs and positions her apex to rest atop his raging boner.  Roso hums in approval and begins to roll her hips against him.  Moans escape his mouth as she rolls.  He’s never experienced this kind of friction before.  He is utterly helpless underneath her.  He feels as though he may cum already.  Roso can see it in his eyes.

“Cum for me Wolffe, let it out it’s alright.”  She coos in his ear.  

So breathy, needy, all for him.  

He wraps his arms around her and takes what he needs from her to get off.  The release comes hard, his cock twitches between her legs.  The sheer strength of his rig is impressive like the rest of his frame.  She brings her hands to his hair while whispering sweet praises in his ear and giving small kisses to his cheek and neck.  He feels this praise is unearned, he’s done nothing for her.  

“Do you have more to give Trooper?”  She asks taking his chin in her hand.  

“Yes.  Much more.”  He asserts and stands up with her still wrapped around his waist.  

She lets out a surprised,” Oh.”  With an eager smile as he walks forward and places her on the holo desk in the center of the hull.  

“May I undress you?”  He asks as his hands fall to her waist band.  He’s on his knees looking at her like a young pup begging for a treat.

How fitting.

“You may.”  She says and her back meets the table as he slides her pants off.  She wants her panties off too, but his hands stop hers to leave them on.

“I uh- want to take these off with my teeth if that’s alright.”  He says and his face burns a bright red, but he doesn’t break from eye contact.  

“Ja, go for it, Wolffe.”  She answers with an impressed smile.  He slips her socks off so all that Roso is wearing is a bright white thong.  The color matches the facilities of Kamino, how endearing.  

“You hear about this from a brother?”  She asks with a curious smile.  He doesn’t bother to hide his cracked grin.  

“Yeah, and he’s right.  It is just as hot as he described.”  He finishes talking and kisses her inner thighs.  His hands roam over the scarred and tattooed skin.  Maker, she is the softest thing he’s ever had the opportunity to ever feel in his life.  He wants to take her in a bed, not a bunk or sleeping pod, a bed with real sheets and pillows.  A mattress bigger than he is so he can sprawl out, bury himself inside of her.  These thoughts muster an urge from within him as Wolffe stops kissing her thighs and pushes himself up to steal a kiss from her for once.

Wolffe is not a boy anymore, not for much longer at least.  He’s a man and needs to start taking charge of this situation as a man should.  Wolffe cups the back of her head and brings her to him.  The kiss is eager and deep.  Her hands come to his face to hold onto him.  She introduces her tongue to his mouth.  He intended to just kiss her briefly, but now he wants to explore her mouth.  

“Heh, give me that tongue somewhere else, Trooper.”  She breaks from him and releases his face to lay out on the desk.  He trails kisses down her body until he reaches the band of her panties.  His hands feel her breasts.  His warm breath brushes against her skin and a shiver runs down Roso’s spine.  His teeth grip the fabric from a hip, and he pulls it down a leg.  She lets out a soft mewl as he takes in the sight of her wet quim.  She tidied up down there.  The skin is tender, and a delicate pink color towards the center.  

Wolffe’s mouth waters at the bare sight of Roso’s pussy.  

“Tell me what to do.”  He rasps lowly.  Not embarrassed but more so wanting to please her the best he can.  To earn praise for his work.  

“Focus on this little part.  The clit.”  Her hand comes down and presses a little pink button at the crest of her folds.  He replaces her finger with his own to start exploring her terrain.  It’s soft and slippery.  Her hand covers his as he wiggles his finger on the clit.   Mesmerized by the way her legs prop up on the desk and the noises that she lets out into the still air.  

Wolffe takes his finger away and he can’t help but smell it, it’s bitter as the slick begins to dry.  Then he puts it in his mouth to taste it.  

- “I need more to get a real taste of her.”-  He thinks to himself and puts his whole index finger in his mouth to slick it up for her to take it with more ease.  He inserts his finger slowly.  He traces the opening carefully to inspect the durability.  This is where children are meant to come from, surely it can take a finger or two.  

As his finger slips in, Roso lets out a wonderful sound that Wolffe needs to hear more of.  She’s so wet, her moans, her hands come to her breasts to play with her soft nipples.  His tan skin entering her fair pink warmth has him throbbing below.  

Wolffe slides his finger in and out a few times and adds his middle finger.  She brings a hand down to meet his, not to stop him, but just to touch him.  He brings his tongue to her clit as his fingers work to open her up for his pulsing mass.  The hull begins to ring with her moans and mewls.  The air is growing warm with their bodies.  Her hand leaves his to grip his hair, which he finds turns him on even more.  

“Oh Wolffe...you’re so good!  You’re doing so good!”  She lets out with pleasure.  Roso can feel his fingers dig deep inside, stretching her in a blissful manner.  

She needs more.  

Roso’s hands comb through his thick hair, touching his shoulders to the back of his neck as his tongue laps at her clit.  She pulls the back of his hair to angle his eyes to look up at her as his tongue flicks at her clit.  She can feel that hot coil building in her core, her legs open wider, she leans back on her elbows.  To then just collapse on the table as her back arches.  He can feel her intensity, her need for release.  

Her moans grow louder and louder to a concerning level.  He almost stops to make her pipe down, but how can he do that to her?  Deny her a release as she had bestowed upon him moments before...or maybe he could stop now?  See if she would beg him, ask for him to continue, maybe she’d order him to make her cum.  The thought alone makes him hum with excitement which transfers onto Roso.

“Move your fingers faster please!”  She sounds completely out of control, just focused on one goal.  Wolffe breaks his face from her pussy and cranes up to silence her with a kiss.  He hooks an arm around her neck to cradle her up with his fingers working away below.  His tongue invades her mouth.  Roso tastes herself on his tongue and just melts on his hand.  He takes his fingers out but before she can protest, he switches to his middle and ring fingers and buries them to the last knuckle.  As he does this, he can feel a patch of rubbery skin inside her walls.  

“That spot...”. She stifles her moan in his shoulder.  “Yes, yes yes!  Ja!”  Wolffe inserts his fingers repeatedly and rubbing that patch until her walls quiver and what he thinks is piss that sprays him and drips onto the floor.  Her arms lock around his neck, he keeps fingering her until her hand comes down to clutch him still.  Her breath is ragged, and her grip is tight, her nails dig deliciously into his skin.  Wolffe hopes the marks she leaves do not heal too quickly.  He hopes they last to serve as a reminder of his accomplishment on this night.  Making a woman cum with just his fingers.  

Wolffe finds himself rubbing against her thighs for friction.  So caught up in her excitement forgetting about his own erection.  

“By Odin…”  She lets out softly into his neck.  Having her cling to him like this is beyond arousing.  Catching her breath, she reaches up and pulls her hair band out to let her bright blonde hair fall.  Roso looks up into Wolffe’s eyes from his chest with her beautiful sky-blue pools.  Tears of pleasure in the corners with flushed cheeks.  “That was amazing.”  She speaks with a sex drunk smile and kisses his plump lips.  Their tongues dance.  

Wolffe is reluctant to part from her but he needs to straighten up from his position.  Roso follows suit, the surface of the desk isn’t flat.  It has raised borders along the edge and center, which have been digging into her sides and back.  When she gets to her feet she nearly drops, the attentive soldier supports her.  She can no longer ignore his erection.  He has been rather patient and respectful with her.  Nothing like a petulant teenager poking and prodding for his own release with little care for her needs.  

Roso wraps her arms around his neck as they stood there and kisses Wolffe deeply.  Her hands slowly making their way down his broad chest down to his abdomen.  Her hands reach his waist band and pull them down to free his throbbing stalk.  She lowers to her knees.  She takes his cock in hand, while looking up at him she purposefully has his cock over her face to show him just how big his male equipment is in comparison to her female anatomy.  

He revels in this display.  He kicks his blacks off from his feet to be completely naked with her.  She licks a heated stripe up from his base to the tip.  Moved by this action he finds himself looking for something to lean against.  

“Sit down Wolffe.”  She says and he looks behind himself to see the chair they were in earlier.  He sits down and watches as she crawls on all fours to snake between his legs and pump his cock.  Locks of hair cover her left eye, both of which are swimming with lust.  Groans leave him as she plays with the head with her tongue.  She laps at the opening of his cock, digging her tongue into the divot.  His hands grip the arm rests, he doesn’t know what else to do with his hands.  Can he touch her?  Play with her hair?  Push her head down onto it?  His hips buck at the idea of just taking her skull and stuffing his rod down her gullet.  But seeing how large his mass is, he doesn’t want to choke her, at least not with his cock, his hands maybe…

Roso can read him like an instruction manual.  She ‘pops’ off his head and takes his right hand and places it to the back of her head to grip her hair.  “I can’t deep throat.  But I’ll do my best sir.”  She says in a sultry voice before taking more of him in her mouth.  She cleans his cock from all the dried release he let out earlier.  

- “Glad he cares to groom himself.”- Roso thinks to herself, appreciating the shaved pubes above his shaft.  

The light from the viewport captures the raised veins that rage within his cock.  His balls are tight, even with the recent release he is ready to deploy another battalion of his own soldiers for her.  The lewd noises that come from her mouth as she swallows him down makes him open his legs more.  Relaxing whilst enjoying the view and the pleasure.  But he doesn’t have another round in him if he cums again, she knows this.  Roso hollows her cheeks and sucks him deeply.  The heat of her mouth mixed with her precise tongue and saliva mix around his shaft.  With a few more bobs his head falls back with a sinful moan.  His grip loosens from her hair and falls to grip her throat.  

“I want your quim woman, please.”  His voice is at a dangerously low tone that makes Roso squirm with delight.  She responds with taking his cock from her mouth with another loud and erotic ‘pop’.  Then she climbs onto him once again.  She leans forward to get his mass lined up with her aching opening.  Wolffe doesn’t think he can fit all the way inside her, he’s clearly much too big for her entrance.  But he’d be damned if he didn’t try and push for it.  

Wolffe’s hands come to her sides to support her as she rises, the head rests at the opening.  Roso watches Wolffe’s eyes narrow in anticipation, he takes a sharp inhale, his Nero’s Crown bobs in his throat with a gulp.  A devilish glint appears in Roso’s eyes as she sinks down onto him.  Her hands come from his chest to his throat, she needs both hands to assert her grip around him.  His hands tighten their grip on her hips in response.  She gets him halfway inside.  Her walls are so tight around him, he doesn’t know which tightness to focus on. 

Her tight grip around his throat or her pulsing pussy.

“Roso…”  He sighs.  Heated tears of ecstasy form in the corners of his eyes.  She feels too good.  Her beautiful tattooed and scarred sculpted body on top of his own.  His toes curl at the overwhelming pleasure.  She moves up a ways, he can feel the drag of their connections.  Then she sinks back down swallowing even more of him until she buries his whole cock inside herself.  Her walls pulse around him.  

“Shhh now.  Let the experienced do her job, soldier.”  She lifts a finger to his lips.  With the release of that hand, he can breathe more, but this leaves him to dive into the euphoria of her insides.  He can feel ridges inside her, it’s soft and yet resilient.  It feels like a muscle and reacts like one.  

It is truly divine.  

Wolffe’s jaw goes slack, and his head falls back as she bounces on his meat.  She feels the burn of her opening from the stretch of his girth.  Her forehead falls into the crook of his neck as she rides him.  His hands gripping tightly on her hips.  Her nails scrape his scalp and shoulders.  

“So tight…”  He whimpers into the open air.  His head becomes dizzy.  Roso begins panting, her tongue slides along the column of his neck.  “So good…so wet…oh kriff!”  He pants into her ear as his hands wrap around her holding her close and reaching down to cup her ass.  

“You’re so big Wolffe!  Ah!  Neuk me door Odin!”  She hisses through her teeth as she bites into his shoulder to stifle her scream.  

“Kriff…bite me harder.”  He seethes through his teeth, taking the pain and begins to thrust up into Roso.  He wants more.  She follows his request and picks a new spot closer to his neck.  She bites him again and again, her nails dig into his back, the chair begins to rock about as she slams down onto him.  

Her warmth envelopes him, not just her physical anatomy; but her entire presence.  

Dominating yet displays refreshing feminine grace.  A determined and kind smile.  Her vocabulary is creative and endearing as Arubesh is not her first language.  She treats the men as human beings, inspires individuality, and evokes independent thinking.  All things his engineering should refuse right?  Especially being intimate with a female, it should not be a desire.  But when Roso tore Bric a new one on Kamino after he disrespected Jedi Knight Shaak Ti behind her back in front of the battalions; he could not deny his ingrained human male desire.

Wolffe must fuck Roso, she catches wind of his need.  Now here she is answering the demand of this Alpha male.  

“Neuken Thor!”  She keeps saying the name of other men.  Wolffe will no longer subject himself to hear her scream the name of other men whilst she is riding him.  

“That.  Is.  Not.  My.  Name.  Woman!”  He snaps up with his arms under her legs as his words are punctuated with every thrust.  Each thrust he pulls out to the head and stuffs himself back inside with a newfound ferocity.  Each thrust pushes the air from her lungs as he fills her insides to reshape her quim to the shape of his thick stalk.  A thin sheen of sweat breaks across the both of them as the heat of their sex fills the walker’s hull.  

“Ah!  Wolffe!  Oh Wolffe!  Ah!  Ah!  Alpha!”

“Just my damn name!”  He pounds away, he slams her to the holo desk and keeps her legs spread with his hands gripping each ankle.  Her breasts bounce in rhythm to the force of his hips smashing into hers.  As her mind goes blank, she realizes that the word Alpha is also a name given to more distinguished Clones.   

His force is so great it makes Roso think that he’ll saw her in half.  His cock is buried to the hilt.  With no sign of stopping unless she makes amends.  He was right to punish her for screaming the names of other men while he is the one delivering this pleasure onto her.  To make amends for her error she looks up at him with apology dripping from her eyes.  Her hands reach up to signal for him to lean down over her so she can cling to him, to take his brutal onslaught of prurience.  

“Wolffe…”  She mewls.  He cannot punish her, for she is not…his.  

His pace lessens but does not halt.  He is close now.  He leans down to accept her embrace.  His hands slide down to grasp her and pull her to his chest.  Her legs wrap around his waist as her nails dig into his back once more.  His cock pumping inside, her warmth squelches with every thrust echoing in the hull with their pants and moans.  She returns her teeth to his unmarked shoulder.

“Where should-should I- cum?”  He lets out between grunts.  

“Wherever you want…Wolffe!”  She whines in his ear followed by inserting her tongue into it.  Her breasts press against his chest, her quim clenches, and squirms.  The slapping of their flesh is erotic.  His girth fulfills her needy ache.  

As Wolffe nears release, every cell in his body screams to cum inside.  He focuses on what he physically can feel on his member.  Roso’s pitch becomes higher, her whines are drawing out.  He hammers down into her as if he were Thor and she the Anvil.  Roso clutches a fistful of his hair and the words Wolffe has longed to hear finally spill from her mouth.

“Wolffe I’m cumming!  I’m cumming on your cock!  Right now, ah!”  A white-hot flash blinds Roso.  Her coiling ache releases around Wolffe’s cock which constricts his member in a way he has never fathomed.  He drops to his knees with her in his arms and he does the only thing a soldier knows how, he presses onward.  He continues to rut into her with unsteady thrusts but remains buried to the hilt inside her, trying to feel her snug pussy for all its worth while she comes undone on him.  

Wolffe cums inside her.  It is abrupt.  It is hard.  It takes their breath away.  

He cups the back of her head as he falls forward, his body needs to be as deep inside her as possible.  

As he cums, Wolffe howls.  

His rig releases a very generous load.  An amount he has never released on his own before.  His blistering ropes can be felt filling up her womb.  She is going to be feeling him for the remainder of the week she can just tell.  He collapses on top of her.  His breath brushes across her neck.  He buries his face in her shiny hair and removes himself from her spent apex.  They remain there in a loose embrace of tired and heaving limbs.  

His seed spills from her pot.  

Wolffe props himself up with one arm to look down at Roso.  An arm is raised to her forehead, she regains her breath and looks up at him.  She brings a hand to his cheek and they share a deep kiss.  He has marks all over his upper body and back, almost matching the same number of scars on her own body.  But she knows he will wear them proudly.  Her fair skin is glistening in their sweat.  He sits up to give her space, he looks between her legs to see his cum spill from her engorged opening.  His cock twitches but doesn’t have the strength to rise once more.  

But the sight of this…what it signifies…

“Thank you…”  He says to break the lingering silence in the hull.  

“Heh, ja, thank you Trooper.”  She says and sits up and leans back against the holo desk.  “Honored to show you a good time for your first time.”  She winks at him.  Her legs close him off from the sight between them.  

“It was magnificent.  Aside from the use of others’ names.  Could’ve done without that.”  He smirks.  

She closes her eyes and her head dips forward for a moment, then returns her gaze to meet his.  “Odin is the All Father of my Gods.  Thor is one of his mightiest Sons.  Alpha was only to refer to you as the ‘Alpha Wolf’.”  She clears the air.  “You were fucking me with the spirit of Gods Wolffe.”  Her eyes light up in the darkness of the hull.  A foot drags up the side of his leg affectionately.  He feels pride in his chest, he has earned this praise.  

He moves over to sit next to her and leans against the bottom of the holo desk.  Her hand finds his and their fingers entangle.  Her head rests on his shoulder, both still panting slightly, coming down together from their highs.  For as right as this all feels, Wolffe knows all too well that this isn’t a real relationship.  It never can be, it could exist however if he were not a Clone.  Secondary property of the Republic, firstly to his Kaminoan creators.  Both entities forbidding any sort of intimate relationship.  

He is property, nothing more and nothing less.  Roso understands the purpose of his creation and yet here they both are.  Being intimate as nature intends for men and women.  And no one from either side came in and busted them.  This is a conclusion that these men need to realize on their own terms; and they will in due time. But this isn’t a time for an angsty speech. They enjoy the moment together.  

“Wolffe?”  Roso asks softly.  He says nothing but looks down at her with a gentle gaze.  

“I’d love to have you again sometime in the future.”  She says and plants a thoughtful kiss to his lips.  He reciprocates her feelings with a warm smile and a brightness within his eyes.  She knows in that very instant; the next time she finds him within the Void, that brightness will no longer be present within both his eyes.  

“I look forward to it, Roso.”

Star Wars: Revelations Tech x Natelyte

Now Revised

This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing based on the aftermath of TCW.

I revised this encounter because after re-reading it a few weeks later it did not capture the vision that I have for the start of their romantic relationship.  

WARNINGS: Rated MA +18, Explicit, NSFW, P in V sex, protected sex, during office hours, Auralism (sound kink), recorded encounter, feelings.  

5K Words.

Norslyr Translations

Sonval: Sun drop in Afrikaans

Sonskyn:  Sunshine in Afrikaans

Lokacinka: your turn – Hausa

taa ya nyota: starlight – Swahili

Zub da hasken rana a cikina: Pour your sun flares into me - Hausa

Haskaka ni da farin dodo: Spark me with a white dwarf (baby) – Hausa

Gee nog een uitbarsting my sonskyn:  Give one more eruption my sunshine – Afrikaans

Star Wars: Revelations: Tech x Natelyte

Tech turns on his helmet audio function to listen to Natelyte’s special recording.  The audio is Natelyte masturbating, moaning, and whining his name as she uses a high-powered vibrator on herself.  

“Tech...!”  She whimpers.  His eyes widen at the sound of her voice calling his name.  This recording was unexpected, it appeared in his room upon the Solar Scourge before leaving to complete a job.  Tech knew well enough to listen to the audio in private in case it was something meant just for him.  Nat’s voice breaks again as she nears release.  

Tech checks over his shoulder to confirm the door is locked and proceeds to remove his cod piece.  He takes it a step further and removes all his armor except his helmet, he lays out on his bed. He pulls up innocent images of Natelyte on his screen to look at as he strokes himself.  Tech isn’t one to take this kind of time to himself while on a job; but the crew are already on their way to return to Norsik.  He isn’t going to be needed anytime soon.  Tech let’s out a groan at the lack of fluid friction he could do to himself alone.  He grabs a sock from his bed side and slicks his cock with lube and proceeds to jerk himself with the sock around it.  The vibrator takes on more of the volume in the background of Nat’s whimpering.  Tech begins to visualize how she does it to herself, just from this audio clip alone he can deduce that Natelyte is more about clitoral stimulation than penetration.  

“Make you...cum on my piece...”.   He goes on babbling about all the dirty things he wants to do to Nat.  

“Nat...!”  He yelps at the violent ejaculation that glazes the inside of the sock.  Feeling himself need more of her to get his nerves right he continues listening to Nat.  Her voice breaking in high pitches that he has never heard her voice achieve before, at least not around him.  

“Tech.!  Oh, I miss you already.”  She coos, he can envision the devious smile on her lips.  Then she orgasms whining his name.  He sits up tossing the sock to the floor.  

“She’s so enthralling”. He sighs still thinking about Natelyte.  All the things he wants to do with her...and too her.  Thinking of the moans and whines she let out while calling his name, the actions she took to make this for him.  It all started so innocently, she is making it clear that she’s not teasing anymore, she wants Tech.  

Both of these geniuses make a schedule nearly every morning to let the others know when and where they will be throughout the day so if and when anyone needs their help, they can always find them based on the schedule.  When they put it together that they both do this type of time management technique they began to plan their days to intersect every now and then just to get some time to work together, take breaks that overlap with one another’s time. Then one day, Tech cleared his schedule and he sent just ‘Natelyte’ for the whole day, to not only her but to everyone in the crew.  When she saw this, she too just wiped the day away and plastered Tech’s name across the planner and they went out together for the day doing fun things instead of work.  Then this job came up a few weeks later and he had to go with the Scourgemen, she slipped this audio recording in his room before they departed.  Now he isn’t going to hold back what he wants to do with her.  Natelyte is a beautiful and intelligent woman, a rebellious danger, something he admires most about her.  The ship came out of hyperspace, Tech redresses and went out to the bridge.  The crew is eager to get back to the surface to see their perspective counter parts.  None of the women came along for this delivery job, it wasn’t out of disinterest, they just have much more pressing matters that require their presence to maintain at present.  Hunter walks out onto the bridge to oversee the dissent to the surface being performed by Wolffe.  He looks Tech up and down with a sly grin and a raised eyebrow, knowing full well that Tech is a horny little bastard right now.  Tech shrugs the look off, at least he is getting something from his girl.  

The crew land at the platform and Tech was off the ship and dashing towards Natelyte’s office building.  Assuming she would be walking from that direction, he turns a corner and there she is.  Her face brightens with a smile to see him alive and in one piece.  They briskly walk towards each other and embraced.  Their armors clad against each other couldn’t stop the feeling of the other’s warmth.  

“I listened to your message.”  He says with a soft smile.  

“Oh ja?  Did you enjoy it my sonval?”  She asks and leans into him with her breast plate more against his chest plate.  His hands move further down her back to hold her more closely.  

“I loved it so much that I want to participate with you my sonskyn.”  He rasps lowly in her ear and nibbles at her lobe, wasting no time as always.  Nat breaks away from him still grasping his hand to walk to her office together.  They continue to converse about the job he returned from and high lights of events happening on Norsik.  

Her office is open and organized, Nat closes the door behind her and activates the glass clouding feature so no one can see through the glass.  Tech steps forward and cups Natelyte’s face, their eyes transfix on each other searching for the next move.  Nat takes notice of Tech’s posture, now straightened and taller due to the posture correction patch Ottehok slapped between his shoulder blades to correct his hunching.  Their lips connect, her arms wrap around his neck, she introduces her tongue into the mix and Tech hums with delight.  Tech steps forward to press Nat to the glass wall and the kiss deepens, their heat begins to overtake their minds, instinct begins to override logic and focus.  

Heat swells like a roaring star.  

“Tech….”  Natelyte moans when their lip’s part for just a moment.  Her lust lidded hazel orbs focus on his wide brown irises shielded by his specs.  “We should move from the glass.  I heard someone enter the lab.  People can see our figures against the glass wall…”  She speaks with a reluctant smile.  She did not want to pause in the moment, but privacy is priority in regard to this encounter.  

He is a Voider after all.

“Ah well, to your nook then?”  He smirks and pushes his frames up his bridge.  He takes a few steps back to get distance from the glass.  The disinterested look in Natelyte’s eyes is quickly noticed by Tech.  He comes forward to take one of her hands to spin her around the space between them, so her bottom is pressed against a desk that was behind Tech.  “Or I should we continue right here?”  He queries in her ear with his crotch piece pressing against her apex.  

“Ja right here, sonval.”  She mewls as he nips at exposed flesh on her neck.  His hands come down to her thighs to lift her onto the desk.  Her hands push aside monitors and a keyboard to make room for their encounter on the desk’s surface.  Teck kicks away a swivel chair just a foot away from their coupling.  “I’ve always wanted to be taken in this office.”  She lets out as Tech sucks away at her neck leaving hickies carelessly across her supple flesh.  “To be railed by a man of your faculty.”  

“You give me too much credit my taa ya nyota.”  He smiles as his hands come down to unhook his utility harness and comm link.  Nat follows suit and begins to unclasp her armor plating.  They strip down to their under clothes and eagerly entangle once more to explore each other’s forms.  

Natelyte’s full feminine curves draw the attention of his hands immediately.  First her thighs to then fearlessly cupping her breasts.  Her hands roam over his upper body memorizing every muscle groove, feeling his solid frame tensing beneath her touch, she catches notice of his flushed complexion, how pink his ears get when he blushes, it’s adorable.  He is touch starved, ravenous for physical contact of any manner possible, his throbbing member sandwiched between both their thighs is evidence of his physical needs.  His unbashful expression to her acknowledgement of his arousal has him take a moment and clear his throat.  

“Ahem.  With your permission Natelyte, I would like to record our coitus?”  His query is collected and serious.  She knows damn well that Tech exhibits Auralism; where one is aroused by sound; not that just any sound arouses him of course, but just the sounds that he desires to hear when in need.  Hence why he has a habit of recording nearly everything; he does it for his own reasons, from safety to necessity for assignments, for proof or for study.  But of course anything remotely having to do with sex, you best bet it will grab his attention for a moment before he remembers his surroundings and task at hand.  Nat knows all too well he is not referring to just audio recording their encounter, he will be recording everything.  

“Ja, the more angles the better actually.”  She halts her movements across his body and reaches back behind herself to activate a monitor.  Tech’s eyes narrow in bewilderment before she speaks again.  “I can capture more than just the angle of your frames.”  She speaks in a low sultry tone that rivets in his ear canal sending shivers down his spine and goosebumps to rise across his body.  She opens an application that allows her to wake all of the surrounding monitors in the office, activating a recording feature.  The cameras all blink with a red light signaling the start of their first coitus session.  Tech stares in awe at Natelyte’s expanded reach into this kink, and his cock throbs with gratitude.  “Perspective on all sides…”  her tongue slips into an ear, her hands return to his body with a fiery intensity making Tech’s knees weak.  His fingers brush along his goggles to begin recording their steamy encounter, and for Tech to get to work on his sonskyn.   

“May we disrobe?”  Nat nods and lifts the hem of his shirt first; she wants to see what this Techno Master looks like underneath everything.  She is not disappointed.  Tech is sporting a healthy muscle tone, a cog and skull tattoo on a shoulder and left pectoral muscle, several others accented with blaster scars and a stunning set of abs that has Nat bite her bottom lip in arousing admiration of Tech’s physique.  Tech’s hands come back to Nat’s body, he lifts off her shirt and pulls down her pants, panties, and socks.  His darkened brown eyes scan across her chestnut skin, her red curls complement the flecks of green in her brown pools.  Navy blue and crimson red runes line across her body, markings of achievements and lessons she has mastered throughout her life.  Her body is a sculpted masterpiece, Tech is far from being a religious man, but he’d be dammed it he didn’t want to worship the ground that this woman walks upon.  

He worships her in a different manner.  

Tech lifts her left foot into his mouth, slipping her toes between his lips, his tongue sweeping between her toes.  Nat slips onto her elbows to watch Tech do his thing.  He sucks on her big toe and releases it with a pop.  

“That was really nice.”  Nat says with a pleasant smile.  

“Your clitoris looks much nicer…”  Tech purrs planting a kiss to her lips first to then trail down her body.  Kissing each dark nipple, her pierced naval, down to her darkly pigmented clitoris.  Spreading her opening with his thumbs he inspects her coloring; it becomes pinker towards the center, her skin is smooth and tender, with arousal dripping from her.  His hands glide along her thighs, his warm breath fans over her apex, he witnesses her opening contract, the slit rising and falling in a slow motion, his places a slow wet kiss to her button.  Nat’s head falls back, she lowers from her elbows, to lay flat on the desk, she props her legs wide on the desktop.  His hands come up to her torso, pinching and rolling her nipples with his skilled fingers, burring his face between her legs focusing all of his affections on her clitoris.  Slow and featherlight ministrations, spelling his name and number in her folds, drawing all the sinful noises from Nat.

“Aw jaaa…”  She drabbles on babbling words in Norslyr, pleading for Tech to go just a tad lighter when pressing onto her clit.  His hands freely graze along her body, memorizing her form, her curves, down to the last scar.  Heat begins to form in her core, quickly building from Tech’s touching.  She takes one of his hands and sucks on the fingers, drenching the digits with her saliva for her own benefit.  Tech knows exactly what she wants him to do now, and he does it when she releases his fingers.  He fills her opening with one finger with a few pumps for her to adjust, to measure her readiness, and then he adds the second and her moans grow louder.  With raised brows he looks over his shoulder to look at the door, but what does looking at the door solve?  So he reaches up and covers her mouth to hush her lewd noises from prying ears.  Natelyte giggles and sucks on his fingers again whilst hooking a leg over his shoulder to lock his mouth back onto her clit.  “No one can hear us.  Not behind this glass.  I promise...!”  She sucks in air through her teeth and lets out a choked cry, her hips buck against his face.  Nat stands to her feet with Tech plastered against her clit from below.  His brown orbs open wide to take in the sight of her standing over him, hands fisting his hair to pull him into her with more pressure as his mouth opens wide to swallow her pussy.  She pulls on his hair from side to side to have his mouth swipe her opening, his hands come to her ass to hold himself steady on his knees.  Then she gushes with slick from above and he gulps down every last drop like a parched man drinking from a spring.  

The light of the amber screens drapes her body in a golden light personifying her as the physical embodiment of solar radiance.  

Nat’s legs shake, Tech’s strong hands support her at her rump, he pants for air and rises to his feet to seal their lips together.  Tongues dance frantically as she takes in her own taste glistening across Tech’s face.  

“That was an exquisite view, Nat.”  

“Lokacinka.”  She says breathlessly and pushes him down into the swivel chair behind him.  Tech scans the monitors around the room, he rolls the chair pushing with his heels to the center of the room, so each screen has an angle on them both.  Nat smiles with his attention to detail, but now she wants all his focus again on her instead of the technology around them both.  

All.  On.  Her.

Nat crawls between his legs and rubs his clothed bulge straining to be set loose from its prison.  The heat radiating from his crotch is intoxicating, drawing her in, mouth pooling with saliva, with want.  “Take this off.”  She pats his thighs and Tech stands before her and peels off his blacks.  Tech catches this next moment on his lenses, Nat’s eyes wide with shock, and an ambitious smile spreads across her face taking in the sight of Tech’s massive cock.  The veins raised almost perceived as being angry, but Tech is far from any sort of antagonized emotion.  His cock twitches at the first sight of Nat’s tongue darting out to swipe across her lips.  She presses his thighs for him to sit back down in the chair

“Are you hungry my sweet?”  Tech rasps as his hands find purchase in Nat’s thick curls.  

“Ravenous.”  She sighs and wastes no time in drooling over his cock.  She pumps him a few times, feeling the girth, watching a bead of hot precum spill from the tip down the shaft to mix with her saliva to be smear by her chestnut hands along his tan meat.  Sweet soft sighs leave Tech’s chest.  She brings the hot tip to her plump lips and kisses it a few times.  Dragging her lips down the shaft, licking her way back to the tip, slipping it between her lips for her tongue to swirl around the head.  Tasting his early seed and the salt of his skin.  

“Please…”

“Hmm?”  She hums with a full mouth sending vibrations around his solid member making his toes curl at the sensation.  

“Please be sloppy.  Make it loud and messy ta ya nyota.”  His grip tightens in her hair.  Nat knows what he wants, how he wants it, and she will do it only for him.  Nat chuckles with him in her mouth and she slides down his shaft swallowing him whole.  

Natelyte can deep throat.

Tech’s eyes fixate on her motions.  Her head bobbing up and down to suck him from tip to base, nose pressing to his pubic bone, throat expanding and contracting around his cock.  She gags and coughs while still managing to keep him stuffed inside.  She slurps and sucks loudly, her tongue swirls around the head and base.  She has his tip hit the back of her throat; she opens her mouth wider to let the wet sloshing sounds of her throat to echo within the room and fill his ears.

And for the cameras to hear.

Tears fall from the corners of her eyes; Tech pulls her hair to have her face look up at him, snot drips from her nostrils.  He can feel her swallow, it causes her to cough, she pulls off him, so she does not bite him.  As she coughs Tech stands up and takes her hand to have her sit on the desktop again, he separates from her as she wipes her eyes and nose.  Tech reaches down to pick and open a condom from a pocket of his belt and rolls it on.  Natelyte watches him do this and the puzzled look on her face has him smile in slight embarrassment.  

“Is that the fabled con-dom I’ve been hearing about from you Voiders?”  She smiles bringing a hand down to his now covered member to feel the rubbery barrier for herself.

“It is not a fable if it is real, my sweet.”  He smiles whilst cupping her face and kissing her deeply to commend her erotic blowjob.  

“What is a con-dom?”  Her accent while speaking Arubesh made it hard to speak that unfamiliar word.  

“It is a thin latex polyurethane barrier that goes on a male’s member to capture the sperm.”  He smiles at her with a flushed expression.  Drunk with need.  Burning with desire.  Yearning for release.  

“Oh…will it...still feel the same or?”  

“Yes, yes it will still feel the same for you.  I will lose much of the sensation, but it is worth it.  I wouldn’t want to risk impregnating you, Natelyte.”  Their foreheads pressing together, staring into each other’s eyes with understanding and adoration.  

“I could take my own protection.  An after pill.  That way you don’t need to miss out…”  She says pumping his shielded cock, gathering the strange lubricant that covers the outside.  

Tech wants to, he wants to feel her from the inside, her hot moist walls clenching around his throbbing mass.  But he cannot.  He must do it this way, he cannot risk the possibility of spreading his genes among the Norsik population, not even if it is with Natelyte.  

He just can’t.  

Nat sees his internal confliction, then his resolve as he clenches his jaw and lines himself up with her entrance.  Pumping himself and coating his cock with her juices.  “I want to, but I cannot.”  He says and cuts off any more of her pleas as he plunges inside her warm depths.  A loud moan escapes her chest as Tech thrusts inside her a few more times to sheath his piece within her, coating every last inch he has to give with her slick.  Then he holds himself still to look upon Nat, to see her already ruined around him.  Her legs wrap around his waist, her arms tighten around his shoulders, head buried in the crook of his neck groaning from the stretching pleasure of his cock.  

“You feel so good sonskyn.”  He purrs in her ear and begins moving a fast pace.  Every time he bottoms out inside her a beautiful gasp leaves her chest.  The sting of her nails digging into his broad shoulders fuels his need to fuck her harder.  Demanding that he fuck her hard as to wash away her previous thought of the barrier affecting her end of the pleasure between them.  His pleasure is surely dulled, but he uses that dullness as an advantage to last longer.  To fuck her for all that she is worth here and now.

Nat’s heels dig into his lower back, her breathing is ragged, she peels an arm from around his shoulder to vigorously rub her clit.  Tech growls at this action and replaces her hand with his own thumb.  She mewls at the harshness of his touch, she lays flat against the table, her breasts bounce in rhythm of his thrusts.  The monitors all shifting from the weight of his pounding, moving their angles around without touching them, it’s maddening.  

“Don’t stop!”  She cries out as her legs begin to tense around him.  Her hands come down to grasp his forearms to anchor herself to him.  Tech leans back with their arms locked together to press as deep as he can reach within her.  And she cums with a mighty cry as a wave of the most intense internal orgasm crashes within her.  Tech fucks her through it, unable to yield to his better judgement to slow down or cease his movements to allow her to settle once more.  He presses on, heeding her command, doing what she says, what she wants, he’ll do anything, everything for Natelyte’s pleasure.  

She deserves the stars.

Nat’s legs go limp around his waist, his arms release hers and return to the underside of her thighs to keep her legs at his sides.  Her eyes return from the back of her skull and come to refocus on the man fucking her into oblivion.  The aftershocks of electricity brought on by his unyielding movements makes her back arch and body jolt.  She whines his name and praises, how perfect he is, what he does to her, and how he keeps fucking her with a pleasant ferocity.  Her body returns to be flush against him, her hands combing through his hair, licking his neck, biting along his structures, marking him in the same careless manner he had done to her in the beginning.  He lets out sweet moans and sighs at her efforts.  Then Nat pulls herself close to his ear and speaks in a complete wrecked manner that has him obey every next word.  

“Sit in the chair and let me ride you like a wild Scorp.”  

Tech pulls from her and finds his place in the swivel chair quickly to be mounted by Natelyte’s thick thighs.  Her body is so soft and supple, covered in a sheen of sweat that has her glowing in the amber light of the screens.  She lines herself up and sinks down on him quickly to regain the fullness that he fulfills within her.  Tech can feel her entire body working on top of him, all of her weight, her skin, her scent, her muscles.  

“Da rana!  Zub da hasken rana a cikina!  Haskaka ni da farin dodo!”  Nat shouts like a battle cry.  Her movements are rocking the chair, making it squeak with every harsh landing of her hips against his.  The chair begins to feel as though it may break from their use of it.  Tech hopes that it does, all for that camera value.  How hard she can fuck him in return.   Her walls clench around him, her nails dig deeply into his shoulders to then release him and run her hands through her hair.  She leans back to give Tech a full view of the goddess riding him as she takes another orgasm for herself.

“Cum my darling.  Cum all over my cock again.  Take it all for yourself!”  he babbles.  His hands gripping her sides to support her as her bounces begin to become uneven and ill timed.  The tight coil within her snaps and her walls quiver around his shielded cock again.  This time she stops to take it all in, lifting her feet from the ground to have all her weight fully bare down on Tech which he handles with ease.  She sobs into his neck, holding her he stands with her in his grasp to lay on the floor, this will be his last bout, he is nearing his own limit now and wants to ejaculate while drowning in her hazel pools.  In missionary he begins to move slowly, pumping in and out from tip to base, scooping her out with his cock.  Her back arches from the tender aftershocks that sweep across her nerves, which he attempts to drown out with sweet kisses.  

Tech removes his goggles for this last bout, placing them near their heads to continue filming, but he wants to see her face to face.  

Nat is moved by this action, a clammy hand comes to cup his face, fingers tracing along his temple without the interruption of his goggles.  He is handsome.  Her hands come to wrap around his back, a hand grazes over the posture patch between his sharp shoulder blades.  His sweat drips down onto her which she revels in; the fact of knowing how hard Tech works in all aspects of his character in everything he does, it is admirable.  He plants kisses to her forehead and cheeks, nibbles at her neck as his chest falls to rest upon hers.  Natelyte takes a moment to acknowledge how Tech’s frame can easily cage her in beneath him, his heat enveloping her body, his sweat claiming very square inch of her body, as his cock lays claim to her internally.  Tech can feel her depths, no longer limited to physicality, but intellectually, emotionally…he can see it all in her eyes.  How much he means to her, the mark he has left on her brain, her heart, and now all over her body.  

“Gee nog…een uitbarsting my sonskyn…”  He speaks with a heeding tone to what is coming soon.  Nat reaches down to rub her clit, hearing the sounds of their wet skins squelching drives Tech up a wall.  Her moaning increases with pitch, her breathing quickening as she cums again on his cock.  

“Jaaaaa!  Ja! Ja-ah-aah!”  He fucks her again through another deeply felt orgasm which spurs him finally into his own.  

“Ah, yes!  Oh yes!  Karking hell!”  He shouts into the air with quick deep jabs into Nat’s core.  Pouring his unfelt seed inside of Natelyte, a Norse Valkyrie.  As they cum together, they kiss.  

They lay in heaving silence for a few moments before Tech pulls from her and rolls the condom off.  He reaches out for her canteen that had been knocked to the floor from off the desktop earlier and takes a sip for himself then relinquishing the rest of its contents to Natelyte.  She takes a few savoring gulps and hands it back to Tech.  They sit up together and lean against the desk for support.  

“That was awakening.”  Nat chuckles breathlessly looking to Tech for affirmation.  

“I agree.  I wonder how the recording is going to turn out.”  He says dryly and glances down at Nat with a teasing smile.  

“Oh I promise you it will turn out grate after I’m through with it.”

“Just you?  I assumed we would both work on it together…”  His voice cracks from parched vocal cords.  

“I think that is the first time you included someone in your assumption Tech.”  She looks him in the eyes with surprise.  He stares back at her; filtering through his stored memories like a data bank to find any other instance he had done this.   Assuming people already knew what was going to happen but did not know anything until he explained it aloud.  For once he hopes that this assumption would be correct.  Natelyte caresses his cheek fondly and places a chaste kiss to his lips to break his filtering.  “Of course we will work on it together, sonval.”  

Star Wars:  Revelations Hunter x Foxen

TCW Fanfic Hunter x Foxen

This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing based on the aftermath of TCW.  Please enjoy, I had to get this out of my system!

WARNINGS: SMUT 100% rated MA from start to finish, squirting, cum eating, rough sex, mentions of blood, oral 69ing, protected sex.  

Norsik Language:

Ojciec - Father in Polish (Title of a male leader)

Glumačka Sjena - Shadow Cast in Croatian (1 of Norsik’s 3 moons, her favorite moon.)

Охотник -Hunter in Russian

Bjorn – Bear in Finnish

Mando’a Language:

Mesh’la - Beautiful in Mando’a

Cyar’ika - Sweetheart in Mando’a

3.7k words sorry not sorry.

The crew undergoes a terrifying life or death situation.  This only brings Hunter and Foxen to the realization that they can no longer deny their attraction/feelings towards each other.  To hold off on expressing their desires could be too late one day.  Hunter ends up at Foxen’s door the night they return to Norsik.  She answers the door somewhat groggy, only wearing a gray t-shirt and a thong.  Seeing Hunter, she straightens up, he drinks up her appearance with his eyes, they darken as he steps forward to enter her dwelling.  Her eyes open wide as he grabs a fist of her shirt to bring her flush against his solid frame.  The door closes behind them and the room becomes dark, only lit by the light of the moons and lit candles to cover the scent of weed.  He kisses her deeply, wrapping his arms around her waist feeling down to her ass with one hand while the other trailed up her back to grasp the back of her head to press harder into her mouth.  She lets out a soft moan into his mouth and they parted to breathe, a bridge of saliva still connecting their lips.  Her yellow eyes sparkled in the light of the stars with a fiery glow he’s only seen after the heat of battle.  She wraps her arms around his neck bringing him close again and she kisses him roughly, shoving her tongue into his mouth.  He responds in turn and their tongues dance in a frenzy.  She tasted of a fruity bud; her mouth was far from dry. They drifted to the couch, Hunter breaks away and pushes her down, looking down at her as she backs up to the corner with her legs closed, he stares down at her intimidatingly, eyes of a predator ready to make his kill. He took his shirt off, reached for a wrapped condom package in his pocket and tore the corner to have it ready to grab when the time came and set it on the table beside him. He worked at his belt dropping his pants leaving his underwear on and crawled down between her legs to begin kissing her again.  His large rough hands explore her body, feeling her thighs, her waist up to her breasts, pinching her nipples earning a gratuitous wince from Foxen.  This woman was kept in a gladiator cage on Zygeria, for her to moan at a physical touch like this excited him further.  How feminine she was curling around under him, moaning into his mouth and gazing at him with heavy lust filled eyes.  

She felt up his chest, memorizing every scar, tracing his deep muscle grooves, and kissing his neck as he buried his face in her hair inhaling her heavy scent, burning it into his nostrils.  She pulled his hair and he let out an erotic groan with a sharp grin, she craned her neck up to leave love bites on the large column of his neck, licking his Adam’s apple and kissing his jaw until their lips met again.  His cock throbbed at the action between them, and he began to press himself against her drenched apex.  His tongue so eager to climb back into her mouth he let his weight push her back against the couch.  She instinctively wrapped her legs around him and he broke the kiss and let out a deep chuckle, she could feel the sheer strength of his voice from around her legs, and she felt a bead of her slick drip out of her making her shiver with pleasure as Hunter pulled back from her and placed his hands along her thighs.  Looking down at her with pleading desire.  His hands feel along her soft and scarred flesh until he reaches the band to her thong, hooking a thumb under one side, waiting for a sign of approval.

“What a gentleman.”  She spoke with a sly smile followed by a nod.

“Only out of respect, Captain.”  He said in a low tone and with his free hand he wiped down the front of his body to lick up some of her love juice and let out a growl at the taste and scent of her slick.  His cock was fully erect pulling the fabric outward and opening the waistband to reveal the base of his shaft and curls of his hair.  

“I don’t want respect Hunter.  I want to be fucked...!”  She said lunging forward and mounting him.  Pinning him down to the couch she takes off her shirt and throws it to the side and her hands scratch up his torso and gripping his neck as she bent forward to take a harsh kiss from him.  His cock is throbbing, Foxen can feel the heat between their loins growing, an ache that they both share quickly taking over in a primal display of affection.  Hunter let out a moan and his hands began to explore the body of the warrior atop him.  His hands reach down under her hips and rips off her panties and brings the threading to his face to lick all her discharge and inhale her lewd scent again.  

“Kriff give me the real thing.”  His voice a gruff order and she obeyed and turned around over him so she could stuff her mouth with his raging dick.  She slid his underwear down to his knees and he aided with his feet to kick them off entirely to be completely naked with her.  She gazed in awe at his thick mass, the veins raging out with a bead of precum forming at the tip.  Still in awe his hot breath blew across her neatly tucked folds, he took in the sight of her bare pussy, so soft and tender, and a complete sopping mess.  He buries his tongue in her hole to taste the inside of her. He gave a firm slap on the side of her ass and she jumped at the action, his tongue licked up and down to taste all of her precious skin below.  He kisses all around and then begins to go to work at her clit.  Foxen could only manage to grip his cock as he worked on her, completely lost in the riveting sensations that he brought upon her. She has never had a man gone down on her, not even her ex-husband Kalem.  

She let out moans and whines and breathy pleas for more and more, even telling him where to lick, realizing herself what she likes.  She spits on his cock, his arms tense around her thighs locking her in place on his face.  She licks at the tip to taste his cum, and then licks around the head and shaft to make it easier to fit his cock in her mouth.  Never had she seen such a mass as defined as his, Hunter’s body is extremely lean, very low percentage of body fat, just muscle, prominent veins in his arms and legs, and a gruff growl of a voice that always manages to send shivers up her spine even in the deep focus of tasks.  Always yearning to feel his eyes on her, always wanting to make a pass near him to get a graze of his body against hers, and after hearing him command orders to her to ensure survival of the group damn near sent her over the edge into...love.   Foxen forces his cock in her mouth, she sucked the tip, running her tongue over his frenulum of his uncut member.  The sensations of her tongue running over the sensitive skin sent a fire ablaze in Hunter’s stomach.  Needing more from her his hips bucked, wanting more of himself inside her in some way or another.  Foxen caught on to his needs and began to take him deeper in her mouth, it’s just his cock is so girthy, it’s hard to get much of him without feeling her own teeth scrape along his skin, not wanting to hurt him or cause discomfort she then works on sucking the amount of cock that she can fit in her mouth comfortably.  Gagging and sucking on it, leaving trails of spit to run down his cock.  He lets out moans of pleasure from her efforts, he then rewards her with a finger, and she moans on his cock in return.  Her slick is definitely enough to signal that she could take him, but now he wants to stretch her out a bit for good measure. He adds a second finger.  

“Hunter...! Oh moons!  Glumačka Sjena! Aaahhh!!” She grabs his thighs, her nails cutting into his skin, he smiles at the pleasure of the pain as she squirts all over his face from the way he touches her insides. He opens his mouth to catch the love juices flowing from her body. In shock she hops off him, embarrassed thinking that she had just urinated on him. He lets out a deep chuckle as he swallows her juices and clutches her mouth in his hand making her look at him as she gasps for air, recovering from a never before felt level of an orgasm. His hair is drenched more so on the left side than the right, his red bandana is also soaked. With his free hand he takes it off and drops it to the floor and speaks.  

”Get back here and fuck me.” His voice like gravel over her panting, he grabs the condom and begins to roll it onto his cock. She crawls up onto him, kissing, wanting to know the taste of what she let loose all over him, clearly unphased by what had happened.  Perhaps it was what he was looking for. He guides her onto his lap, his cock nudging at her gaping entrance ready to swallow him.

“I’m so glad you’re a squirter....not many women are....makes things easier....and funner...”. He says between breathy kisses as she teases his head.

“That’s squirting? I thought...it would feel different from pissing...”. She said embarrassed as he smiled.

“It’s all comin’ from the same place mesh’la. Sorry about the couch, if I knew....”

“Fuck the couch Hunter, I want you to do more of that to me.” She said aggressively and mounted him more seriously and began to push down onto his dick to start taking him. His features softened at the sensations of her tight walls beginning to envelope him. She let out a cry as she got half of him in,

” It’s so thick...it’s so big...I can’t...”. She let out in frustration.

“It’s okay cyar’ika you don’t need to take it all in one go...just take what you... can and you’ll get.... m-mo-ore!” Mid-sentence she flashed a devilish grin and pulled back a touch up on his cock and then slammed down taking him in one fell swoop catching him off guard. His hands went limp and fell to his sides, eyes a blank stare, she can almost see his brain go haywire from the unexpected and quick flood of sensations. Her pussy is so warm and taut, sucking him in, her nails dig into his back as she takes in his full mass. She reaches down to feel her stomach, almost trying to feel where his tip is protruding out into her insides. Cursing herself in her mind how the Zygerians made this feeling not so much painful...but secretly longed for once more, that Hunter’s cock can now provide even more so than those Zygs.

The sting of her nails brings Hunter back to the moment, feeling her tight warmth coiling around his cock, his hands return to her sides to help guide her hips up and down. She buries her face in his neck, biting and sucking on whatever flesh she can get her mouth on, not caring if she’s leaving marks and hickies on his skin. She pulls back to take in the sight of his now relaxed and softened face, totally enamored with her body, eyes welling with tears from the pleasure and pain she is providing to him. She begins to feel his whole-body relaxing, his shoulders are loosening up, tension and stress floods out of him as he looks into her fiery passionate eyes. He reaches up to cup her left breast, wanting to feel her heartbeat in his hand. She bounces up and down in a steady rhythm, feeling his warm cock slide in and out of herself, the ridges provided by his thick veins would rivet against her opening in the best ways when she would go at a slower pace. Hunter is speechless, near silence, any vocals he attempts to let out are getting caught in his throat.  Seeking a peep from him, Foxen pulled the back of his hair to the left side and forced her tongue in his ear.  Never before has Hunter experienced this action in a sexual way, just wet willies from his brothers in their cadet years, his toes curl at this newfound sexual sensation.  Foxen can feel his already hardened cock become even harder, signaling for a soon release, but Hunter isn’t that easily finished.  He lets out a soft gasp at the action and his hands wrap around her torso to hold her in place on his lap.  Foxen is overwhelming him in the best balance that he has ever managed to receive from a woman, and he didn’t even have to ask or inform her of the small bursts of pain he would need to keep in the zone to perform. Foxen likes it rough like he does, and she has no problem taking charge and getting what she needs from him, which he is so enthralled by. But now it’s his turn to return the favor, to remind this woman that he is a man after all and that he is the man who can please her, to show her who’s the real Ojciec for the Scourge Crew. Hunter’s commanding face returns and he slaps her ass cheeks and gathers her up in his arms and stands up. Forcing himself inside her deeply he leans forward which has her lean back and he began to thrust inside her, making all of her weight come back down against him. He could only manage to do this for a few thrusts. Foxen is a beautiful beast of a woman, muscular much like him, and standing at 5’11 and he 6’1, she is a lot to carry. She wrapped her arms around his neck to stay on him, her legs naturally wrapped around his waist to keep the couple together as he stopped to carry her back to her bedroom. He managed to keep them connected until he kicked the door open and threw her onto the bed. He climbed on top of her forcing her legs together and up over one shoulder. He leaned down and kissed her roughly and pushed himself inside her once more and resumed at a punishing pace. The hardboard began to hit against the wall in the same manner Foxen felt him pound against a spot inside her no man had ever reached before. With each thrust she could feel the air leave her lungs as he filled her entire space. She cried out his name, her hands digging into his shoulders to push him back a bit, but he pressed on. He let out feral grunts and moans as he fucked into her, needing more and more of her body around him. Their foreheads pressed together, staring into each other’s eyes unafraid of this new level of intimacy between them. A hand slid down his chest with scratch marks that began to draw blood which only excited him further. Her eyes widened at the sensations and she threw her head back screaming his name and pleaded for him to slow down. Feeling her stress begin to climb he slowed to a softer pace, and he pushed her legs to the mattress so she was on her side. He spanked her ass a few times which made her pussy tighten around him each time; he reveled in that feeling.

“Hunter I’m cumming again...!” She squeaked out between spanks.

“I can feel you...tightening...”. He let out and pulled back a bit to spread her legs open across him and began to take her missionary style. Watching her breasts bounce in time of his thrusts excited him. He felt them in his hands, the warmth of their bodies grew and grew. He kisses her deeply and pulls up so he can look down at her battle scarred and tattooed body. Seeing his darker skin be swallowed up by her fair-skinned body was so visually pleasing. The erotic squelching noises their connections made as he thrusted filled the room. To himself he thinks how much more beautiful it will be to see the delicate pink skin of her pussy take his tan skinned cock in the daylight. He traces circles on her clit very gently which sends sparks through her, he can feel her excitement surge through her body. She reaches up to grab the back of his neck roughly with some of his hair and kisses him, biting his bottom lip. Her eyes begin to swell with tears of pleasure and a devilish grin comes across her face as she begins to cum on his cock. Her insides clench and squirm, sucking him in and forcing him out at the same time. His cock is far too big and stubborn to be forced out without his permission. He stills himself, remaining inside, letting her work through an intense internal orgasm that he can tell she has never experienced before, and wants to watch this wash over her with a clear view, to see her writhe under him. Her body became hot, then sweaty and clammy. She’s seeing stars, and fading to white as the heat within her swells and crashes. Her legs are shaking and she’s sucking in air with shallow breaths. Her eyes break with tears.

“ Охотник...”, she lets out softly. He lowers his body so they may rest on their sides still connected. He can’t bring himself to separate from her just yet, and this feeling alone is bringing him closer to orgasm. He hooks his arms under her shoulders and begins to softly thrust in her, slowly bringing her attention back to his movements. Her body begins to spasm once more around him, a third release already on its way to back up the second, which was all he needed to begin his release. Wanting him to give her a bit more time to settle Foxen pulls his hair from the back. He exposed his neck to her unfazed by this action and she began to kiss the column of his neck, releasing his hair realizing he is about to cum as he lets out a deep moan from his chest. His breathing becomes heavy, and his intensity increases as he brings himself closer to kiss her. Hugging her to his chest tightly and letting out a groan that he’s been unable to get out for some time, his cock pulses but she feels no splash within her. The feeling of his pulsing and muffled cries of pleasure in her hair brought her to a softer release than before, but still tingling with the small movements made by him. Hunter had rolled that condom on which serves as a protective barrier to keep his sensations from overwhelming him and a strict discipline to always wear a rubber to protect himself and his partner.  Which he instilled in his Bad Batch brothers and an adopted practice by his newfound Scourge brothers, respecting the Kaminoins’ ideals of Jengo Fett’s DNA overriding the human gene pool across the galaxy. Foxen giggled into a pleasured moan as Hunter pulled out of her. Feeling relaxed she kisses him softly, but she can tell that he’s still coming down from an intense encounter. She pulls away from him to give his senses a hiatus. She sees how his hand is holding his member as he lays there breathing deeply to keep from hyperventilating. Foxen takes it upon herself to take the condom off of him; it was still tight along his cock and when she removed it he was continuously releasing sperm, shooting some onto her hands. He shirked away for a second at the sensation of release from the rubber, finally relaxing. She held the used condom up to see how much he had filled it; it’s a healthy amount, easily enough to make a baby. He stretches back against the pillows, completely wiped out, and yet longing to feel her skin against his again. She placed the condom in a bin at the bedside and tasted his cum on her fingers. He watched as she played with his sperm in her mouth, tasting his product as he did with her squirt. She cleaned her fingers and swallowed loudly, not that she needed to in order for him to hear it anyways. She flashes a grin, and he reaches an arm out to her as a signal to cuddle. She obliges and they curl up together on the comforter, the air is warm and smells like sex, enjoying the now gentle skin to skin contact.  Foxen admires his body in the same fashion taking in his sweat and musk.

“Hunter?” Foxen asks first to break the restful silence.

“Hm?” He answers and looks down at her, his hands getting tangled in her hair and glancing over the rest of her body in the moonlight.

“Is this going to be a regular thing?” She asked and looked down at his chest in slight embarrassment but wanting an answer so she can start to organize her feelings. Compartmentalizing is a key survival trait that begins with near-paranoid discipline after all.

“I would like it to be, Foxen. But that’s up to you, Captain.”

“Why leave it to me? You’re the man.” She noted.

“I want to hear you call me ‘your man’ then.” He said gruffly, his arm around her backside flexed possessively, locking her in place on him, with a heated look in his eyes like that of a dominant bjorn over a female. Her core began to heat up from his primal gaze, the effect he has on her does not go unnoticed by this male.  

“I want you as my man,” she said and drug a hand up his chest and rubbed the area of his shoulder to his neck in a soothing manner.

“Then you’re my girl.”