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“Din.”
“Hmm?”
“What– What are you doing?”
Your husband didn’t answer you, instead choosing to continue running his hands over your body, cupping your breasts and smoothing his palms over the gentle swell of your belly, where you were just beginning to show. When the two of you realized that you were pregnant, Din had somehow become even more protective than he’d been before, and he seemed to have this constant need to be touching you.
“Am I not allowed to appreciate my wife’s beautiful body?”
The rasp of his voice sent shivers down your spine, his chest rumbled as he pressed the length of his body against your back. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed the sensitive skin just behind your ear.
“D-Din,” you stuttered, trying to focus on something other than the way he was teasing you. “My love, y-you have a m-m-meeting soon–!”
To your surprise, Din snarled, jerking you back tighter against his chest as one hand slid into the slit of your dress to cup your soaked folds, the other pulling down the loose fabric of your bodice to bare your breasts, tweaking and twisting one of your nipples. You could feel him pressed against your ass, hard and needy as he began to play with your clit.
“Ahh!”
Din chuckled darkly at your breathless whimpers and gasps, sinking his teeth into the juncture where your neck met your shoulder. He soothed his tongue over the indents in your skin, humming happily as his fingers easily slid inside you, your pussy dripping, all for him.
You let out a long whine as he began to work his fingers deeper inside you, your knees growing weak as he brushed against that one spot that made you scream.
“There we go, that’s it–” Din growled as you began to shake in his arms. “Fall apart for me, my little wife.” He worked his fingers faster against that spot, delighting in the way your chest heaved as your near-silent screams were forced out of your mouth with every stroke. “Say my name. Scream it.”
The coil in your belly snapped, and you screamed his name, the sound ringing out in the vastness of the throne room.
“D-DIN!!!”
Your vision went white and your knees buckled, only Din’s arms around you kept you upright. Your ears were ringing, and you felt dizzy from the intensity of your release.
Din slowly kept working his fingers inside of you, prolonging your pleasure and keeping you off balance, weak and pliant in his arms. Finally, he took mercy on you, pulling his fingers from your pussy, and you could feel his grin against the skin of your neck at the obscene sound.
Your eyes had fluttered shut but you opened them slowly as Din pressed his slick fingers against your trembling lips. He groaned as you opened up for him, taking his fingers into your mouth and cleaning them of your release.
As your husband gently rearranged your skirts and pulled the fabric of your bodice back up so you were covered, you ground back against Din’s cock, smirking at the tortured groan that left your husband’s lips.
“As much as I’d like to bend you over my throne and fuck you senseless–” He growled, hands falling to your waist to still the teasing swivel of your hips. “I’ve got other plans that involve that pretty mouth of yours, wife.”
You bit your lip, anticipation growing in your belly, your heart starting to beat a little faster. “D-Don’t you have t-that meeting?” You tried to remind him. “W-With the new a-ah!-advisors?” You mewled as Din cupped your tits again, thumbs brushing back and forth over your nipples. You’d been sensitive before, but pregnancy had made your body even more responsive to your husband’s touch, and he gladly took advantage.
“When has that ever stopped me before?”
You whimpered at the lust dripping from Din’s words, letting him gently guide you over to kneel in front of his throne, resting on the plush cushions and carpeting Din had laid out just for you. His fingers trailed along your jaw as he moved around to stand in front of you, his figure imposing as he towered above you.
He picked up his helmet from where he’d placed it on the armrest of his throne earlier, putting it on before sitting down, settling into his throne. While you preferred it when you could look into his gorgeous brown eyes when your lips were wrapped around his cock, there was a certain thrill that rushed through you whenever he wore his helmet as you sucked him off.
His legs spread invitingly, and you smirked at the way he presented himself for you. You rubbed your hands down his thighs, leaning forward to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his clothed bulge. While Din certainly enjoyed teasing you, you weren’t opposed to teasing him right back.
You saw the way his hands tightened into fists out of the corner of your eye as you slowly dragged your lips over the fabric covering his cock. The groan that left your husband’s lips was positively sinful, and you hummed, pleased.
When you felt that he was sufficiently worked up, you undid the clasps of his trousers, wrapping your hand around his cock and easing him out of his pants. Immediately, you began placing wet, sloppy kisses down his length. You could tell Din was struggling to restrain from thrusting into the wet heat of your mouth, and you finally took pity on him, taking the head of his cock into your mouth.
“Fuck, that pretty mouth is always so warm, riduur’ika. You take me so well, darling.”
You loved how vocal Din got whenever you had him in your mouth, how it was so easy to make him lose control. Fluttering your tongue against his frenulum, you felt his thighs tense under your palms. He was so close to losing control, hanging on by just a thread. Hollowing your cheeks, you suckled at the head of his cock, all while taking one of his hands and encouraging him to tangle his fingers in your hair.
That was all it took for the last tenuous thread of his self control to snap, and with a low growl, he fisted your hair and thrust up into your willing mouth.
Humming, you took him down your throat, only gagging a little as his thick cock filled your mouth to the brim. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, and you stroked your tongue over the engorged flesh.
Faintly, you heard the doors to the throne room open, and you went to pull off of your husband’s cock, reluctantly. You knew that this meeting was an important one. A few of the older advisors had retired from the council, and even though Din had met each of the replacement advisors at different functions, this was the first official council meeting with the new members.
However, it seemed Din had other ideas, and he pulled you back down onto his cock, stuffing himself back down your throat. You made a noise of surprise, even as you automatically resumed your ministrations.
“No, no, sweet girl,” your husband murmured. “You’re gonna stay right there, just keep letting me fuck that pretty mouth.” He ignored the men standing awkwardly around the table, knowing they couldn’t sit without his permission, focusing solely on the way your throat clenched around his cock.
There was a muted whispering from somewhere behind you, and you felt the heavy gaze of at least one man’s eyes as they watched their Queen on her knees servicing their King. Maybe once, you would’ve been ashamed to be seen like this, but with the frequency with which Din liked to take you in public, you’d gotten over your embarrassment quickly.
You could tell Din was getting close, and you began to bob your head faster, encouraging him to come down your throat.
“Ngh, fuck– stop, stop sweet girl, hold on,” Din pulled you off of his cock, and you frowned up at him, confused. He’d never stopped you like this, and for a brief moment you were worried you’d done something wrong. But he just stroked your cheek, wrapping his other hand around his cock, the lubrication from your spit making it easy for him to jerk his hand up and down his length.
He growls as he thrusts up into his fist, using his fingers under your chin to tilt your face up. “C-Close your eyes, cyar’ika. C-Close them. Please, darling.”
Oh. Now you understood.
You closed your eyes, but you also opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out just slightly. Your husband let out a string of curses in Mando’a, before you felt the thick, hot spurts of his release land on your face, painting your features with his cum.
“Look at you,” Din sighs, and your eyes slowly flutter open to see his visor tilted down, and you just know his eyes are roving over your features, covered with his spend. “So pretty, my sweet little wife. So, so pretty.”
He coaxes you up off of your knees, pulling you up to stand between his spread thighs. His cock is still hard, and when he pulls your skirts to the side as he drags you into his lap, you quickly realize his intentions. You sink down onto him, the extra lubrication from your spit and your earlier release letting him thrust up into your pussy with ease.
You moan at the way he fills you, stretches you out perfectly, like no one else ever could. You’re still incredibly sensitive, so you’re grateful Din doesn’t start fucking up into you, instead seemingly pleased with just having you perched on his cock. His hand comes to rest low on the swell of your belly, his other hand on your waist as he gently, slowly begins to gyrate your hips. Leaning back against his chest, you pant softly as Din groans in your ear.
“You’re gonna stay right here, warming my cock, aren’t you? Showing off my cum covering your pretty features. Show all these fucking di’kuts that you belong to me. You’re mine, aren’t you little wife?”
“I’m yours, my king,” you whispered back. “All yours.”
Din groaned, before you felt him shift to stare at the advisors, still waiting for his acknowledgement.
“Let this be a warning to you all.” The sudden change in his tone sends a jolt down your spine, and you accidentally clench on his cock. His hand tightens on your hip, but he doesn’t show any other outward signs. “I will not tolerate any lustful stares or lewd remarks about my wife, the Queen of Mandalore, from any of you. The next time I hear one of you daring to speak about what’s mine will be met with a swift death at the blade of the Darksaber. Do I make myself clear?”
At the shaky choruses of “Yes, my King,” and “Yes, my liege,” Din chuckled darkly.
“Good.”