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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.”

"Hearing the title said so emphatically from the tiny boy forced tears from his eyes. He remembered the short form of 'buir' shouted from his own lips, to his father, to his adopted father...

To now to hear it directed at himself felt as though the Ka'ra themselves had blessed him, and that the Manda watched him with pride (or so he hoped). In his heart, he promised his little Boba he'd do all he could to deserve the title. For Boba was his ad'ika, and he was his buir, until the day comes that he leave the living."

Happy Father's Day y'all!! For those with good dads, I hope you're celebrating them and having a great day!! For those who don't, MY dad will adopt you (for context, he's tall, ginger with a big ol beard, gREAT at hugs and comforting you if you're sad, and an awesome handyman willing to listen to you ramble about special interests, hyperfixations, or troubles)!!! I hope you're having a chill day and keeping safe and taking care of yourselves!! 💖💕💖💕

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.”

▶JAZZ◀

DAMN RIGHT

Ahsoka Tano is a six foot two carnivorous space ninja with magic powers. She’s a horned, fanged super-spy who’s been fighting in wars from the frontlines since she was a preteen. It’s always a good day to remember that at sixteen Ahsoka Tano decapitated four full grown Mandalorian warriors; that she fought General Grievous, bested Darth Maul in single combat, evaded and sabotaged the Empire for decades, travelled through time, and may or may not be a deity of the Force. That she survived the annihilation of her people and walked away with kindness and compassion in her heart. What I’m getting at is that Ahsoka Tano, both immovable object and unstoppable force, is a gods-damned hurricane, a Valkyrie with two laser swords and a cocky smile, and if she does show up in live action they’d better well appreciate her.

THE NEW MAND’ALOR

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Mand’alor!Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

Summary: No plot, just straight up porn set in an alternate universe where you’re in an arranged marriage with the new mand’alor. idk man i’m just here for the fictional 🍆

Warnings: experienced boba, inexperienced reader, reader is of age, porn without plot, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, size kink, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, outdoor sex

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: sooo in hazardous bliss was originally meant to be about boba becoming mand’alor. i still can’t get that idea out of my head (and since i’m trudging through part 2 of ihb), enjoy what was originally meant to be ihb 😊

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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

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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.”