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Qimir knows exactly how they ended up here. He watches Osha, the possessiveness in her dark eyes. He’s been waiting for her to display what he knew she was capable of. And she has, with her hand on his thigh, hotter than any blaster shot he’s felt. It’s a brand, a claim in front of all these nameless faces they’ll never see again. It makes him hungry, how she makes it clear that he is her’s as much as she is his. Even if it isn’t necessary. No, Osha has owned him, mind, body, and soul since she stepped foot in the smuggler’s den, claiming to be her sister. All she had to do was take it. And it seems, if his instincts are to be trusted, she will soon take her fill of him. He’s not ashamed to admit he’s hard at the mere thought, and her strong yet delicately thin hand is almost right where he wants it. He bites back a whine, hips shifting almost unconsciously, and he knows he’s losing control as if he’s had any from the beginning. Not when it comes to her. He roughly places his glass on the bar, pulling out a credit chip he’d already pre-loaded with credits. Carelessly it’s thrown in the sticky bar, closing out their tab. He stands, turning on his heel as he grabs Osha’s elbow, all but dragging her from the bar into the inky darkness beyond the creaky door of the rundown bar. He’s quick to push her into the alley nearby, ignoring the scent of stale piss and alcohol as he crowds her against the wall, blocking her in with his lithe yet tall frame. “You… Have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He questions, voice low as he watches her face. He expects confusion, maybe even anger with how he’s drugged her around, but what he finds instead steals his breath. No, Osha is not shocked or confused, quite the opposite. She’s smirking, eyes low and full of promise as she raises a hand. Qimir expects a tender touch to his cheek but is surprised once more to feel her fingers wrap around his throat. She squeezes lightly as if testing her grip, and he shudders. A soft bitten-off groan escapes him as he watches her, breathless in her beauty. “Oh, I know exactly what I do to you, Qimir.” She murmurs, and her voice is low and husky. He grits his teeth, all blood leaving his brain and shooting straight to his cock. He‘s almost lightheaded, and he could be, with how she’s gripping his throat. Her other hand finds his erection, palming over it just softly enough to leave his hips rocking, biting his lower lip as she squeezes his throat once more. Not sufficient to starve him of oxygen, but enough to slow the little blood he has to spare to his brain. It makes it all hazy, her touch all the more delicious. She releases his throat and he gasps, face hot and cock throbbing. “Let's go home.” She says, no she orders. It's all he can do to not drop to his knees right then and there. To prostrate himself at her feet, face pressed into the dirt below them. So her heavenly words may drip onto him like the finest of honey. His heart is racing, he’s never once felt like this in his entire life. He nods breathlessly, leading the way.
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When they arrive back to their island amongst the churning sea, Qimir is left wondering. It’s not something he does often, pondering his surroundings or thoughts. He felt like a machine for most of his life, especially after his attraction to the dark side proved too strong for his weak morals. Osha makes him feel alive, and even he can see it. His cheeks aren’t as sallow, his eyes brighter, his smile more free. Osha brings out the human within him, someone he’d thought he’d lost connection with long ago. And so, Qimir wonders. Wonders what Osha will do, what will she say, will she touch him? He’s still hard, and it is a little embarrassing at this point. He feels like he’s going through puberty once more, except this time he is not held captive in a Jedi temple. No, this time he can do something about it. They exit the ship he’s now fondly named Basilisk, and he almost misses the barrier that was between him and Osha on their flight home. When he catches a look at her face, his heart stills then kicks up in overtime. Not only does she still have that heat in her eyes, she looks mischievous. Before he can utter a word, she turns on her heel and takes off in a dead sprint. In his state of mind, with most thoughts directed towards her lithe waist, toned ass, and thighs, it takes him a humiliating second to realize she wants to be chased. It’s like a string between them, pulling taught, coming from low in his gut behind his belly button. They are tethered and it beckons him forward. He’s quick to follow, panting as he chases after her, his heart wild and free as he hears her exhilarated laughter ahead of him. She puts out a good effort, slipping through the mazes of tunnels that surround their main base of operations. He catches her close to the center, quite literally tackling her into the open area in their home. He rolls, not allowing any harm to come to her as he settles over top, hair wild and tangled around his face.
Their chests are heaving, meeting as they gasp for breath. He’s hard as beskar now, pressed tightly to her hip, his thigh between hers. She gasps, biting her bottom lip as her hips seek the pressure, grinding herself against him. “Good catch.” She rasps, tiny braids haloing her head, eyes shining. “But this isn’t how this is going to go.” Qimir makes a soft sound of confusion, continuing his mindless rutting until suddenly he's slamming into the ground onto his back. He groans at the less-than-gentle impact, eyes wide in shock as Osha hovers over him, pinning him to the dirt floor by his neck. “Whatever happens here… Is under my control. I am in control, Qimir.” Her voice is strong, and she emphasizes her words with a squeeze of her hand, making him gasp breathlessly. It’s almost like her voice is laced with her force energy. He doesn't feel compelled to listen against his will, but it does put his mind in a hazy place. He goes pliant under her touch, limbs loose, thighs spread for her to make a home in. His arms rest by his head, almost as if Osha had guided them there herself. Qimir tilts his head back, allowing her more room on his throat, still catching his breath as he watches her through slitted eyes. Osha smiles and it's tender and soft. “Good dog.” She murmurs, and it’s like a drug as she leans down, kissing him tenderly. Her braids hang down, tickling his face as she presses her tongue against his lips, seeking entrance that he is more than willing to give. His lips part and he groans softly as she licks into his mouth, claiming every inch for herself, her hand still lingering around his throat. Qimir aches to touch her, but he gets the feeling if he does, she might not like it. So he stays still and pliant, lips working against hers as the kiss grows more heated. Her free hand moves, tracing over his chest, fingers dancing over his nipples through the thin linen. He makes a soft, surprised noise, delighted to note that the touch sends a ripple of pleasure straight to his cock. She picks up on it, pulling back even as his lips seek hers, sitting up properly. She is seated right on his cock and she knows it as she rolls her hips slowly, both of them moaning softly as the sparks of pleasure. Her grasp moves to his shirt, incessantly tugging it up until Qimir can let his cloak fall fully to the floor, his shirt soon thrown carelessly over her shoulder.
Qimir is happy to let his cloak bear the brunt of their (hopeful) lovemaking, and he lays back, quite literally basking under the heat of her gaze. Her clever fingers trail over his abs and up, plucking his nipples with a soft laugh. “You like this? Does it hurt just right?” She questions, and her words almost feel like a jab in the most arousing way, and she twists them enough to make the man groan loudly, hips kicking up into her. “Y-Yes!” He gasps, and like the loyal dog he is, his hands remain firmly pressed to the ground below him. She hasn’t permitted him to touch yet, after all. She digs her blunt nails into his chest, not enough to make him bleed, but enough to sting as she scratches down slowly. She watches Qimir yelp, hips rocking once more, eyes drawn between their thighs. Stars, he’s so hard he’s leaking. A stain in the front of his black trousers and it's as if Osha is a dog on the scent of a hunt with how her deft fingers begin to unlace the front of his trousers. Qimir scrambles to help, tugging them down his long legs, leaving him bare under her eyes. His cock is weeping, flushed pink at the tip, curved up towards his toned stomach. He’s not embarrassed, not under the loving gaze of his goddess. He watches as she looks her fill, moving to stand. Qimir is breathless as she throws her cloak to the side, her shirt soon following. She peels her trousers off slowly, giggling as she sees Qimir’s cock twitch as more and more inches of mocha skin are revealed to his thirsty gaze. Her breast band and panties follow soon after, and she rejoins Qimir on his cloak once more.
She settles herself on top of him, cunt dragging over his abs as she sits, the curve of his cock teased by her ass. “Good boy.” She purrs, nails digging into his chest once more, holding him in place, as if he would move without her permission. He groans, fingers flexing into fists as she rocks her hips, taking her pleasure from his body. She pants, clit slipping against his firm stomach, just enough for a spark of pleasure to race up her spine. Qimir moans softly, and it's as if he can feel her pleasure through their force bond. “Please, Osha, let me have you.” He begs, and it even sounds whiny to himself. She scoffs, the grin on her face intoxicating. “You cannot have me yet, Qimir. But I will allow you to taste.” She teases, now up on her knees as she shuffles up, cunt hovering over his mouth. Qimir feels as if he’s starving, ravenous for her taste as he lifts his hands, carefully settling them on her hips. She doesn’t object, just simply grips his long hair tightly in her fist, lowering herself down. Qimir laps into her, her musky taste dancing across his tongue as he parts her lips. He licks over her hole then up, circling her clit teasingly as he listens to her sighs and soft moans. She angles his head where she wants it, still in control as she grinds herself against his mouth, taking her pleasure and leaving Qimir breathless. Osha displaying her control over him and his willingness to let her do so is just as arousing as his show of power back at the bar. If Osha is honest with herself, she’d been dripping since then. Looking down, she can see his half-lidded eyes, his face flushed and slick with her wetness, barely pulling back for a breath before he’s diving back in. Her toes curl, chest heaving as he sucks her clit into his mouth, circling quickly with his tongue pointed. She groans loudly, sitting down heavily, leaving him without air as she shakes through an orgasm. Her hips rock, clit grinding against his nose as Qimir licks into her, soothing her through the orgasm. After a moment she lifts, thighs trembling as the man gasps for breath. She sits back, on his chest, watching him as he pants. He looks good like this, hair knotted and tangled from her fist, face glistening with her wetness. Yes, he looks perfect like this. Like hers.
Qimir is so hard he can barely stand it, but his hands remain on her hips and thighs, rubbing over them soothingly as she comes down from her high. “Very good boy.” She murmurs, slipping off of him and settling by his side. She cups his jaw in one hand, and Qimir leans into it like a cat, seeking her touch. She kisses him deeply and can taste herself on his tongue, and he groans. He feels her free hand sliding over the slick mess on his chest, swirling a finger around his sore nipple before trailing downwards where he needs her the most. “Can I touch you?” She husks, lips pressed against his jaw now, sucking kisses and bites into his tender skin. “If you don’t, I’ll kill you.” He rasps, looking down where her hand ghosts over his belly button, coming into contact with the slick mess he’s made with his weeping cock. The anticipation is heavy in the air, and she pulls back just enough to look down at him, the both of them watching as her fingers finally circle his length in a gentle hold. Qimir’s breath leaves him in a hiss, one hand around her waist, the other knotted in the cloak below them. She jerks him slowly, and it’s almost not enough, and he whines lowly for her. “Calm down.” She order’s gently, squeezing the base of his cock tightly. “I won’t ask again.” He nodded earnestly, taking deep breaths as she strokes upwards, rubbing over the head of his cock with her thumb, gathering his wetness there and smearing back down to make the slide of her palm all the more delicious. “Fuck.” He rasps, letting his head fall back as her hand moves faster now, her mouth once again on his throat, marking him with her teeth and lips. His toes curl, thighs falling open as she strokes him quickly. The slick sound of her fist around his cock is loud, almost overshadowing his panting and whining.
“Osha.” He gasps, hand tightening on her hip, pulse jumping as he nears the edge. “Are you gonna cum?” She whispers against his ear, and he shudders, nodding quickly. She giggles, and it’s teasing and humiliating all in one, and it only proves to make him hotter. His cock is leaking steadily now, his flesh slick as her hand moves rapidly. She can feel his pulse beneath her hand and under her lips as she bites at his neck a little harder this time. He moans breathlessly, legs twitching restlessly as he barrels closer and closer to his orgasm. Suddenly, as if she were playing a game, Osha stops, fist clenching tightly at the base of his cock. He yelps, eyes squeezed shut as the force of his orgasm begins to fade, knees trembling as she staves it off with a cruel grin. “You won’t cum until I let you, Qimir.” Her words are law to him, and he nods, and he’s humiliated that overstimulated tears are gathering in his eyes. She coos at the site, leaning in to lick them from his cheek, kissing over his flushed skin. “If I’d known you would be so pliant for me, I would have had you long ago.” She whispers. She releases his cock, marveling at the deep red flush of his cockhead, tracing a finger over it delicately. It’s like a punch to his gut, and his moan is ripped from him as she teases him with feather-light touches.
“We’re going to try something.” She murmurs, and he’s almost too hazy to focus. She stops altogether, her voice returning to its normal, strong tone. “Qimir.” She prods, a hand on his cheek. “Listen to me.” He nods, focusing on her words. She looks pleased at his attention and she rewards him with a soft kiss, so different from her possessive bites. “Good boy. I’m going to fuck you. Do you understand?” It feels like the air is sucked from Qimir’s lungs as he nods dumbly, cock twitching in anticipation. He’s explored this before, with both men and women and beings in between. He enjoys it as much as anything else. “If it becomes too much or you are overwhelmed, you have to tell me. I’ll stop right away, okay? We probably should have had this conversation at the beginning.” She looks slightly ashamed at that, and Qimir takes this opportunity to cup under her jaw, pulling her forward into a tender kiss. “As if I’d let you do anything to me I didn’t want.” He murmurs, and the relief on her face is clear. “But let it be known, next time it will be you under me.” His promise is full of heat and she nods, nuzzling their noses together in a tender touch. “You’ll have to catch me again.” She teases before her hands are wondering over his body once more, skirting around his cock and lower, teasing over his full balls as he moans softly.
His hands twitch towards his pack, and a bottle of lube he’d stashed away flies to his palm. She laughs, delighted as he hands it to her. “I’m not sure the Jedi would approve of this use of the force.” She teases, and everything feels a little lighter, not as intense, but arousing. Her hand lifts towards her pack, and she isn’t as good as Qimir yet, so the whole thing lurches towards her. She digs around for a moment, making a noise of triumph as she pulls out a small pouch. She opens it, revealing a cock made of a type of soft plastic, hooked into a rather complicated-looking harness. The anticipation begins to build once more, and Qimir sits up, helping her step into the harness, securing it around her hips where he presses a gentle kiss to her stomach. She looks down at him, grabbing the base of her cock and giving him a heated look. He needs no order or prompting, ducking down to take it into his mouth. It’s cold against his tongue, but he suckles anyway, bobbing his head lightly as Osha threads her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, holding it out of his face and giving herself something to control his movements. He hollows his cheeks, moving further until he’s able to take her cock into his throat, looking up with wet eyes, swallowing as she sighs in pleasure. She can’t feel it, not really, but the look on Qimir’s face, the devotion in his eyes, is enough to excite her once more.
“That's it..” She murmurs, his hands coming up to circle the back of her knees, just hanging on as she rocks her hips, fucking his throat till he pulls back, coughing lightly and gasping for breath. “You’re a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” She murmurs, and Qimir feels his cock twitch. “Yes.” He rasps, voice rough from her treatment. “Good boy.” She praises him once again before shoving him back. Qimir goes easily, laying back and watching her kneel between his parted thighs. She looks stunning, glowing in the low light of their home, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Qimir cannot wait to have his turn with her. She grabs the lube, slicking her fingers well as he reclines back, stomach twisted in arousal and anticipation. He relaxes as she leans over him, chests pressed together as she kisses him soundly, her fingers circling his hole, rubbing over his rim until he’s loose and relaxed. Her mouth trails over his jaw, listening to the soft and sweet moans he lets escape as she presses a finger into him, going slow. After all, this isn’t the kind of hurt she’s interested in. Not like pinching nipples or bites and bruises. She wants their first time to be good, sweet, and gentle. Of course, her possessiveness comes out easily, and she bites harder than intended as she fingers him gently. He groans sharply at the bite, leaning into it with a soft hiss as she adds another finger, scissoring him open. “Fuck..” He pants, tossing his head back as her teeth scrape over his Adam's apple, fingers buried deep inside, rubbing teasingly over his prostate. His cock throbs, adding to the mess of precum coating his stomach as she pushes a third finger inside, quieting his increasingly loud moans with a harsh kiss. “I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.” He manages to gasp out, one hand on her shoulder where she looms over him, the other gripping her strong thigh as best he can. She pulls back, snickering at his words, rubbing over his prostate for a few moments more to watch as he curses and twitches.
She sits back, settling between his thighs properly, carefully pulling her fingers free from the tight clutch of his body. “Ready?” She murmurs, coating her cock with lube as he catches his breath for a moment. “If you’re not in me in the next second, I think I’ll lose my mind.” He growls, hooking an ankle behind her ass, tugging her forwards. She laughs at him, and he can’t help but grin right back, watching as she grips the base of her cock, carefully guiding the tip to his hole. He holds his breath, watching her as she slowly presses in, filling him completely. He gasps, tangling one hand in his own hair, the other on her arm as she grips his narrow hips tightly. She seats herself fully inside, grinding forward to rub her clit against the base of her cock. It’s enough for Qimir to see stars, groaning raggedly as she shifts her hips, fucking into him at a slow pass. “F-Fuck.” He hisses from clenched teeth, fingers tight around her forearm, his strong thighs framing her hips as she smirks down at him. “Feel good, dog?” She murmurs, and that little cruel streak rears its head as she grinds into him, watching him twitch and jump as the head of her cock digs into his prostate. He can’t speak, so full of her he feels he can barely breathe, so he just nods dumbly. She laughs again, hips speeding up, just to see him whine with every thrust, his chest heaving, the both of them covered in sweat, their slick bodies meeting in a tight embrace. Her arms wrap around his waist, his around her shoulders, clinging tightly as her hips hammer into his. Qimir can barely think, can barely breathe, and he can’t stop himself from crying out, head tossed back in ecstasy. There are tears in his eyes once more, Osha notices, and she hushes his wet breaths, fucking him closer and closer to an orgasm. His cock is trapped between their bellies, rubbing him just right as the woman keeps drilling his prostate. He’s not embarrassed to find himself crying, squeezing his eyes shut as she bites over his neck and shoulders. His orgasm is coming, and he knows Osha is close with her stuttered breaths and filthy grinds of her hips. He’s not going to last long. He tries to warn her, to tell her as such, but his words and breath are stolen from him with the force of his orgasm. His cock spurts between them, clinging to their skin as he shouts hoarsely, nails digging into her shoulders as she keeps up her pace. He’s overstimulated, gasping and whining under her when she finally comes, pressed tight to him as she grinds her hips mindlessly into his.
Their stuccoed breathing is the only sound now, and Qimir feels like he should be able to hear his heart with how heavy it is beating. Osha carefully sits back, being as gentle as she can as she pulls out of him, murmuring a comforting word as he winces slightly. The harness and cock are carelessly thrown to the side, to be cleaned later as she flops down onto the cloak next to Qimir. They’re still panting, in awe of one another when Osha rolls closer, settling her head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. The man wraps an arm around her, uncaring of the sweat and fluids still covering them as they curl into one another tenderly. “I think…” He murmurs into her braids, free hand rubbing over her back as she cuddles into his chest. “I’m in love.” The words are like a plasma bomb and her silence only fuels Qimir’s anxiety. He hadn’t meant to voice his thoughts, but it's out there now, and Osha is going to leave now that she knows and - His thoughts are silenced by her sweet laugh. “It took you this long to say it? I could see it from the moment I met you.” She murmurs into his collarbone. “Soulmate, two halves of a whole. That’s what we are.” She pulls back slightly, so she can see his face. “I love you, Qimir.” She admits, the smile on her face soft and radiant. His heart flutters and he can’t help the grin that breaks out on his face. He smothers her cheeks with tender kisses, ignoring her playful complaints as they cling to one another. “Soulmates.” He confirms, a hand over her breast, right over her heart. She mirrors his touch, leaning in for a soft kiss. “Soulmates.”