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Something had been unlocked in Fox. His body is determined to be fucked as many times by his master as it possibly can. He looses track of the number of times and ways his alpha fucks him. On his face, on his back. Over his master's desk. A surprisingly athletic time on the emperor’s throne. Collared with Bescar, (Bescar! He was wearing a small fortune in Mandalorian bescar!), strapped over a saddle and mounted. He thinks the stories of people having lots of sex for the month after mating might be correct. He feels as if he’s been bathed in the alpha’s metallic scent. He’s never been so wanton or sensitive outside of heat. He knows his scent has changed. He truly belongs to the emperor now.
But it was finally time to go back to work. Or to medbay in Fox’s case. He’s showered and in a skintight clean set of blacks, and finally feeling more human. But there is still his master to appease.
“Now tell your medic my sweet, that you will shortly be with child. Keep it off the record. I have many enemies. You would be dead within a month if someone realizes you are carrying my child. And then I’d have to choose another clone. And you wouldn’t want that would you…” Palpatine pulls Fox into a deep drugging kiss sliding one hand down his back and the other over Fox’s belly.
“No master,” he breathes.
“And I’d like you to report to the EMD droid in the palace for monitoring. And commander,” Palpatine runs his hand over where Fox’s new bescar collar now sits beneath his blacks. “Remember you are mine. Stay alive. You wouldn’t want me to have to choose another clone would you.”
Fox can’t help his gasp as Palpatine’s other hand grabs his ass. “No sir.”
“Good… Good…my sweet broadmare, such a wonderful omega. Now off you go before I keep you here all day. Leashed at my feet like the omega you are.”
Fox can’t help his shiver of desire and revulsion at that thought. He is so thoroughly conditioned.
Palpatine must see it in his face because he steps closer and strokes Fox’s face. “Oh my sweet we will have the rest of our honeymoon soon. Return after late-meal tonight,” his master’s thumb strokes just over his lips, and Fox can’t help parting them in response, wetting just the tip with his tongue. His master smiles. “We will see just how well you respond to the leash.”
Fox lets himself out of the emperor's suite and the door whooshes closed behind him. He takes a lift to the upper levels of the senate building and stops in a deserted alcove. The senate doesn’t work weekends so the corridors are deserted. He looks out across the morning cityscape of Coruscant all gray, and muted in the overcast sunlight, it’s traffic moving briskly.
He pulls off his helmet and takes a deep breath of unfiltered air. His reflection in the transparisteel looks back at him. He looks worse for wear but there’s a glint in his eyes that he knows hasn’t been there for a while. He runs his hand over the House Palpatine collar he can feel beneath his blacks.
It worked. For better or worse his plan worked.