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vibratingskull · 1 day ago

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You just wowed me with your sub!Thrawn ma'am .

May I ask for another sub story?

How about that reader has him in cock cage for a long time she takes it off but doesn't indulge him yet she have put on his uniform and go to work. She tease him all through his shift until he can't help but come in his trousers .

Later, she calls him a good boy and rides his face.

Yes, I have a filthy mind.

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₊ ˙ ⊹ .Thrawn x F!reader₊ ˙ ⊹ .

Tags : SubThrawn, penis cage, sextoy, humping, face sitting, oral (F receiving), tension, Thrawn is almost a brat, almost ❤️

You turn the key.

*click*

Thrawn tenses for a split second before letting out a pleased sigh and relaxing. You look up to him with a smile, fully taking off his penis cage off his member. With his head thrown backward and deep breaths, he seems relieved to have it off.

“Was it painful?” You ask a bit worried.

The cage is a tad too small for his member’s size but he never complained so you thought it was good for him.

“Not at all...” He exhales deeply, enjoying his newfound freedom, his large hands on the armchair, solidly cuffed, “But the sensations when the compression stops are just so... Deep.”

You peck the tip of his nose, gently massaging his member to encourage the blood to flow correctly. He immediately hisses and tenses back, a gasp escaping his tempting lips.

“You are really sensitive, ch’acah.” You note with a touch of amusement.

He rolls his shoulders, trying to find his footing as his dormant member slowly awakens back. You can already feel it hardening in the palm of your hand at your gentle caress. He lasted 9 full months, without counting the times you unlocked him for hygienic maintenance of course, but he seemed ready to push further. He does have impressive stamina after all.

But he doesn’t appear displeased to be out either.

You kneel between his divided legs and ogle his impressive member with hungry eyes. Thrawn looks down at you with pleading eyes, so deep in subspace. His face is stern and perfectly controlled but his eyes are begging for your touch and attention.

The only other indication of his desperation is his deep breaths, moving his chest up and down, which seems to worsen when you teasingly approach your lips to his cock. You look into his eyes and provokingly lick your lips with a grin. His nails dig into the leather of the chair and he repositions himself slightly in preparation for what is to come.

He is always so sensitive after you release him from his cage, his nerve endings awakening pleasantly in his shaft as you take him in your mouth to bring him to his knees, in utter desperation for an orgasm. Those long months of compression finally melt in your mouth’s warmth and delicious sensations.

You absolutely love to suck him off after taking the cage off, with him restrained in some way, biting into his gag bar, rending absolutely feral as you impose on him your own pace, leading his pleasure by your whims.

Only you have the power to push him to completion.

Or not...

This is for you to decide.

You see him gulp as your lips are mere centimeters from his needy flesh, expectation rising in his veins.

“I have something for you, my sweet.” You say innocently with a bright smile.

You reach for your pocket and take out a cylinder of very flexible material in a flashy pink color. He raises an eyebrow.

“A condom? This is good forethinking, we should incorporate it more often in our games.” He says with his on-brand dry humor.

You chuckle.

Of course, you always use condoms, you are not irresponsible people.

“This, my dear, is not a condom.” You explain,

You take his member and put it on, not only does it look like a condom, but it is also put on the same way!

“This is a toy. Look! It even has fun colors.” You poke the tip and it lights up with plenty of very little LED lights blinking on and off.

Now his cock looks like a christmas tree.

“Absolutely charming.” He responds with his usual detachment.

You look at him cheekily.

He has absolutely no idea what you have planned for him.

You take your comlink and open an app, changing the light colors.

“I like the green one, don’t you?” You mock.

He deeply inhales, his patience starting to run thin. You lower your head a leave a big kiss on his hard member.

“All right, that’s all very well but we have to go to the bridge now!” You just say, uncuffing him.

He looks at you with the closest of a chocked expression he ever had.

“What do you mean?” He asks, absolutely baffled.

“I mean t: It is time for us to go to work, Grand Admiral. Did you see the time? Come on!”

You take the handcuffs away and start passing on your uniform and putting your hair in the reglementary military bun while he remains seated in the leather armchair, still.

“You are going to leave me... in this state?” He demands.

You turn your head to him and shoot him a big smile.

Are you really going to leave him to go on the bridge painfully hard and needy?

Yes.

“You have a cramped agenda, Grand Admiral, I cannot possibly monopolize more of your precious time with a clear conscience.”

He remains frozen, looking at you in disbelief for a split second before getting a hold of himself. His turmoil disappears to leave the place to the usual cold and stern mask, recovering his full haughtiness. He stands up elegantly, flattening his disheveled hair back.

He looks at you with contempt.

“Of course, Captain. Duty calls for us.”

Oh he is so pissed!

You can tell it, it is something in his aura, the slight flexion of his throat muscles, the light venom in the tone...

You initiated this session this morning, and have been massaging his thick body, grinding yourself against his groin, or painting motifs on his vibrant blue skin with colorful paint while peppering sweet kisses on his lips, and when you pushed him into this armchair to take off the cage and teased him, his imagination must have started to run wild with all the pleasure you could give him.

Only for you to cockblock him last second.

That would frustrate anyone, even Thrawn, especially after all the time it took him to sexually open up to you. All the trust he needed to be naked and vulnerable in front of someone else...

And now you are denying him so cruelly?

Sometimes he ponders if it was a good idea to let you lead your sex life.

But you always make it up to him, reminding him why you are so good at that. And he always ends up reveling in pleasure, deep in subspace, a slave under your touch.

“I am sure a good cold shower will help!” you simply respond, kissing his cheek.

He sighs and heads to the bathroom.

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This meeting is so fucking boring, to be honest.

You are sitting in Thrawn’s office, listening to Lyste about the latest mission, with Agent Kallus and Admiral Konstantine all around the desk, Thrawn sitting imperially, presiding the session.

You are listening to Lieutenant Lyste ranting about how he applied the orders to the letters, and how he worked really well and hard, and what a good boy he is!

Okay... That isn’t true.

But you cannot help but roll your eyes at his will to paint a shiny portrait in front of Thrawn. Like this is going to get him somewhere. If you really work well and efficiently, Thrawn will notice it, no need to be licking his boots like a puppy!

You slightly turn your head to agent Kallus who is as blasé as you are, looking back at you with ‘when is he going to shut up?’ spelled in his eyes. You shrug. Thrawn has way more patience, listening to the lieutenant with his hands folded before his mouth, gaze straight and fixed on the junior officer.

“This will be all, Lieutenant. I have the picture.” He FINALLY raises his hand to make him shut up.

Thank the Maker!

Lyste seems disappointed to have been cut off by his idol but obeys. You refocus on your husband taking the floor. His morning frustration is long gone, he has recovered his unsinkable persona and attitude. And his signature cold, detached, aloof mask.

Mask that you absolutely adore witnessing crumbling between your expert hands.

And you have just the thing for that.

You take your comlink out discreetly and reopen the app. You slide the heat setting up and await it to take effect.

Thrawn is talking assuredly of the situation and after a minute or so he stammers over a word. Very unlike him. He clears his throat and resumes his speech with impeccable confidence so easily nobody noticed anything.

But you saw it.

Thrawn burning gaze slides to you as he realizes what the toy is doing, looking for confirmation.

Really?

Now?

In front of them?

You gently smile in response, pretending to be fully focused on his speech while your mind is already picturing all you could do to him. He seems to roll his eyes at you discreetly, refocusing on the discussion at hand. You listen intently, focusing on his voice inflections and the tension of his throat muscles.

He has everything under control. For now...

You slide your finger up again, innocently smiling. His gaze travels to you again, a subtle warning shining in his enthralling red eyes. You bat your eyes at him in response.

He lets out a single tired short sigh as the toy heats up to pussy warmth. Usually, that would not be enough to make him fumble and he holds on very well, you will admit that.

But he spent nine entire months without any stimulation of any kind and you know your lovely Chiss...

He slouches to the back of his chair and seems to roll his shoulders while keeping his voice perfectly stable and assured like you know him for. These are those little signs that you love noticing when he starts slipping. No other person knows him well enough to realize the nature of his discomfort or simply notice the signs.

You type on the app and perk up your ear discreetly. Sure enough, a very low, very subtle sound of a little motor starts, and Thrawn immediately puts his hands under the desk either to palp his groin for relief or to dig his nails in his pants’ fabric in a desperate soothing attempt.

You chose that toy for its discretion but if a moment of silence takes place at any moment, everyone will hear, and given the hardened expression of Thrawn, he is keenly aware of that fact. You ponder, should you accelerate the toy again or be nice and merciful and leave the torture at that level?

But where is the fun in that?

You’re about to turn up the setting when Thrawn catches you and very slowly, very subtly shakes his head at you. You tilt your head with a wink and slide your finger up.

He immediately closes his eyes with a hiss.

“Grand Admiral?” Admiral Konstantine asks, “Are you all right?”

“This is nothing, just a phantom pain after intense training.” Thrawn sternly responds, reopening his eyes.

“Do you need help to go to the Medbay?” Lyste immediately stands up, ready to throw himself at Thrawn’s side to support him.

You refrain from a snigger and for a split second, you think Thrawn will just bluntly ask him if he is a stupid idiot. But Thrawn’s face melts into a perfectly mastered expression of calmness and peaceful reassurance.

“No, Lieutenant Lyste. There is no need, but I thank you for your concerns. I think I have everything I need to refine my next campaign, you may all go.” He very politely answers, with a very tight smile, gesturing them delicately to the door.

They all stand up and lightly bow their head to the Chiss and you observe them exiting the room calmly, discussing the next operation.

“You may go, Commander.” Thrawn placidly informs you, “We are done here.”

You turn back to him, grinning.

“Are we really?” You tease.

“Absolutely.” He takes his datapad and starts working, focusing on the files while the sounds of the little motor resonate in the confined office.

You slide the setting up again with a mischievous pleasure. His throat muscles contract but he keeps his expression in check.

“I am sure I can still be of use...” You stand up and skirt the desk to join him.

“I do not see how. You may regain your post, we will enter hyperspace in 15 minutes.” His eyes remain on the screen.

“Oh, I do not need 15 minutes with you.” You sit on his desk, crossing your legs seductively.

He looks up at you, gauging you up and down in silence, and turns back to his screen, blatantly ignoring you. Your hand comes caressing his cheek, making him tilt his head back to you.

“Are you mad, Ch’acah?”

“I do not see why I would be mad. At least not yet.” He responds, almost uninterested.

“Then you will not mind kissing me goodbye before I go?” You coo.

He sighs and spins his chair toward you, and before he can stand up to reach your lips you sit on his lap, applying pressure on his cock.

“This is not the time to-” He hisses, but you press a finger on his lips, shushing him.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh... Why do you want to throw me out? We can remain a little bit together, this is so rare.”

He growls, his fiery rubies glowing with warnings.

“I know when my big boy needs some attention.” You coo, “I was mean this morning and I want to make it up to you.�� You peck his lips.

“It can wait that we come back to our quarters tonight.” He objects sternly.

“No, actually it cannot.”

And you wrap your arms around his neck, nudging against his large chest to tenderly kiss his luscious lips. You seductively moan as your lips touch and dance in a sensual embrace, and if Thrawn is too thick-headed to submit during shift hours, he never can say no to a gentle kiss. As cold and detached as he is, he cannot refuse the simple tenderness and warmth of a tender kiss. And you never refused him one.

You love them too much yourself.

His hands come to hold the back of your head and your back softly, like you could break in his grip. You lick his lips and he opens his mouth for you to enter with your tongue to hug and dance with his and a low purr that you adore starts in your Chiss chest. You giggle wholeheartedly at that, you absolutely cannot refuse him anything when that soft sound starts.

In those moments you want to spoil him rotten, to give him so much until his red eyes roll inside his head and his back arches dramatically under your touch.

You just love spoiling your big boy, your handsome Ch’acah.

Whether he likes it or not...

You sneakily slide the setting to the max and force your ass down his against his clothed member. He instantly bites down your lips with a growl, his embrace immediately releasing you to dig into the arms of the chair.

You lick the pearl of blood off your lips with a pleased snigger as his chest rises up and down against your breast. You start grinding your hips against his while the motor sound is now unmistakable. You can feel the vibrations of the toy on your clothed pussy with how pressed it is.

Far from unpleasant.

“Stop that.” He hisses.

“Mmmmmmh. No, I don’t think so, Ch’acah.” You peck his lips pressed in a thin line.

You switch the vibrations to another setting. This one mimics a handjob by applying pressure up and down the member at a steady pace.

Pace that you decide. And you know what pace forces your Chiss on his knees.

Thrawn gasps and throws his head backward exposing his stunning thick neck that you hasten to kiss and lick. He is so hot and warm and the stimulation worsens it even more.

You rock your hips back and forth and then up and down, getting your own pleasure while Thrawn slowly loses his sanity. 9 months in his penis cage rendered him into a rabid animal in dire straits, and you fully take advantage of it.

“Please...” He huffs between gritted teeth, “Please...”

“Please what, my sweet? What do you want?” You coo, kissing the length of his muscular blue neck, unbuttoning his collar for better access, “You want me to stop?”

Thrawn gasps and whines at your words and you lick his exposed throat with a growl of satisfaction.

“What my sweet?” You tease, “I am not you: I do not read people’s minds. Tell me what you want, Ch’eo Ch’acah.”

He growls and moans at the same time and his hands release the arms of the chair to grip your hips and force them back down his swollen member hard. His grip is so tight it is painful but you love it.

“Please... I beg of you... Ch’acah, please, Ma’am...” His skin starts to glisten with sweat and he tastes salty on your tongue.

“Mhm? Speak my love.” You peck his apple as he starts rutting his hips with yours, desperate for stimulation and friction to carry him to orgasm.

A cherished orgasm, desired for 9 whole months...

“Please...”

“Yes, my sweet, yes. Tell me. I am all ears, I am hanging on your words.” You invite sadistically.

“I need to cum, please Ma’am...”

You grin, and without warning, you bite down his perfect neck and the results are not long coming.

You feel him instantly tensing up, every one of his powerful muscles contracting as one as he lets out a long pleased gasp as a single shudder crosses his entire massive body...

You lick and kiss the bite as he slowly relaxes in your arms, slouching completely in his chair, gasping for air as you feel a wet spot spreading under you.

This is the first time you made him cum in his pristine, precious Grand Admiral uniform. Took some time.

He slightly reopens his shining red eyes, a lonely drop of sweat rolling on the side of his divine face, his lips barely parted to breathe, diving into your human gaze.

“Very good, Big boy.” You boop his nose, smiling warmly at him, “I love you so much.”

“I...” He breathes, straightening his posture back, recovering his haughty demeanor, “I could punish you for that, Commander.”

“For making you cum?” You tilt your head with a mischievous grin, “After you begged me for it?”

He frowns at you but relaxes rapidly in front of your pleased expression, sighing in resignation but a tight smile comes illuminating his beautiful face. His hand cups your cheek, brushing your skin with his thumb.

“You will be my death, one day, (Y/n)...”

You giggle and kiss the tip of his nose.

“I am your lifeline, you mean.”

He hums, as his purr gets louder, pressing his forehead against yours. You take his two cheeks in your own palms and peck his gorgeous face all over: his cheekbones, his temples, his chin, his forehead bumps, his eyelids, his nose...

Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah!

You press your mouths together for a final soft kiss that he eagerly gives back and even seems to follow you when you part from him with a chuckle.

“All right, Grand Admiral. Duty calls for us.”

“Indeed.” Thrawn rebuttons his collar and slicks his hair back as he stands up, “I first need to change.”

You pout, pursing your lips.

“Can’t you keep those clothes on?” You simper.

He considers you sternly before a single chuckle shakes his shoulders. He leans forward to kiss your cheek with a short purr.

“Do not push it, Ch’acah. You know the limits.”

You sniff but quickly recover your smug grin, dramatically looking at your chrono.

“As predicted, Grand Admiral: less than 15 minutes.”

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You make your spine pop satisfyingly with a moan.

Your shift ended an hour ago but you did some overtime on your bed with your datapad, some file treatment that you promised Commodore Faro to help with. That’s when Thrawn decides to enter your quarters, his shift ended at last.

He lets out a single sigh, combing his luscious strands with his fingers as he heads to the dresser to take off his jacket.

“Hard day?” You inquire softly, “I was about to take my shower, but you can go first if yo-” You have no time to finish your sentence, Thrawn lowers himself to capture your lips in a breathtaking kiss that leaves you dizzy.

“I want to do something before we shower, (Y/n)...” He whispers in your ear before biting it gently.

You giggle as his hands snake their way around your back to hug you tight. He spins as he falls on the bad, pulling you on top of him, where he loves you to be. You cannot help but burst out laughing in his arms, hugging him back hard, letting him explore your neck.

“And what do you might want, Grand Admiral? After such a long day you still have energy to spare?”

He purrs, pecking your neck endlessly up and down.

“I always keep energy for you.” He slightly growls, “After 9 months, I have so much to give you... Please, Ma’am.”

You give him a side eye.

That last two words where almost whined

Almost...

You part from him, sitting on his toned stomach to detail him from all your height. His hands come to grab your thighs, caressing them up and down gently. You look into each other eyes, entranced by your lover.

His shining eyes are feverish, dark, and glimmer of that particular sparkle when he enters subspace and is ready to submit.

“What do you want, handsome?” You boop his nose with a grin.

“I want you. I want you shuddering and trembling against my lips. I want you to suffocate me with your pussy. I want to pass out between your thighs... Please, Ma’am.”

“Hum.” You sniff, “I don’t know... You changed your clothes when I asked you to keep the former ones.” You sadistically refuse, crossing your arms over your breast.

“Ma’am, you know some things are simply not possible.” He negotiates with a slight edge to his voice.

“No. You refused to access my demand, why should I access yours, big boy?” You gently move backward to sit on his loin, pressing it down as you tilt left and right.

“Please, Ma’am... I have been good for 9 months, you forced me to watch you play with yourself in my cage without letting me touch you... You tortured me endlessly. This is the only thing I ask for...”

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“I am the one to decide who deserves what in those sheets...” You hammer home.

Thrawn frowns but remains silent, gulping as his hands slightly squeeze your thighs in his growing frustration.

“But...” You dramatically say, raising your finger, “You make a point. I did torture you for 9 months and you proved yourself obedient and resilient.” You mercifully admit.

He deeply breath, awaiting your sentence as you pretend to think about it, your chin between two fingers, hovering over your dear Ch’acah.

You sweet Chiss that accept to submit to you against all odds.

You unsinkable Grand Admiral who revealed himself to be a submissive junkie, although he tried very, very hard to hide it from you.

And from himself, honestly...

“All right.” You judge with a regal voice, “You fairly earned this one.”

His breathing deepens as he licks his lips in anticipation. You boop his nose with a smile and get off the bed to retrieve his favorite handcuff while he positions himself comfortably on his large double bed.

“Please, Ma’am. No handcuff tonight.”

You look at him with surprise, the cuff already in your hand.

“But you love to be tied up usually?”

“I want to hold you tight against my mouth, Ma’am. Please.”

Your gaze travels back to the cuff in your palm and you shrug, putting them back. You start to take off your uniform’s pants when Thrawn asks for something else.

“Please Ma’am, would you please wear your red babydoll? I adore this one, it is such a good look on you.” He pleads.

You consider him, raising your eyebrow again.

“You are really demanding tonight.” You falsely chastise.

“Please, Ma’am. For me...”

You are absolutely baffled!

Does he really think he can ask and demand anything he wants with those puppy eyes and soft, deep voice and you will say yes to everything?

Well he’s right!

You cannot say no to him when he has this sparkle in his eyes and that devotee’s voice.

You shake your head as you take the babydoll in the dresser and enter the bathroom to change.

You reappear, striking a pose as you lean against the doorframe.

“Hey, you...” You whisper seductively.

Thrawn made a quick work of his boots and opened his pants, sliding his hand over the tight boxer, getting tighter and tighter by the second as he admires you. He deeply breathes as he observes you up and down in that transparent red apparel.

A feast for his eyes only.

He never departs from his detached and cold expression, but his eyes shine so brightly you could turn off the lights and you would see as bright as day!

You make your way to the bed, swaying your hips, and crawl on all fours toward your blue lover with a satisfied laugh. You hover over him, hands on each side of his gorgeous head, gauging him, letting the tension rise deliciously.

“Are you ready, Ch’acah?” You ask softly, caressing the side of his face with your knuckles fondly.

He grabs your hand tight to kiss your palm reverently before brushing his cheek with it, a deep purr emanating from the depths of his large chest.

“I am...” He eagerly comfirms.

“All right. Make yourself comfortable, big boy, I have high expectations for you.”

“Did I ever disappoint you, Ma’am?” He bites back, making himself comfortable among the numerous pillows.

You tut him not to get an attitude with you and place your legs on each side of his head, moving your hips left to right slowly. When he raises his head to close the gap you raise your hips to deny him.

He immediately growls his displeasure but knows better than to grab your hips to force them down. Instead, he just looks at you, frowning.

“A problem?” You smile smuggly.

He keeps growling but kisses your leg on his left, his ardent gaze never leaving yours.

“Better.” You sentence.

You resume the swaying of your hips over his head, taunting him as you hold onto the bedframe for support.

“Ma’am...” He presses, “Please.”

“Beg a little more, Big boy.” You muse, amused.

“Please, Ma’am. It plagues my mind since you refused to let me touch you in my cage...”

You look down at him, still swaying. You want to continue his torture, but to be honest, you are missing his expert lips on your cunt.

He does it just so well that you do not know where or when he refined his technique to eat pussies like that! He told you he simply follows his instincts and desires but can a natural be that good without former experiences?

Apparently, Thrawn is.

You slowly go down and Thrawn immediately raises his head up to dive his nose in your pubes to deeply inhale your sexual musk deep into his lungs.

“Impatient are you?” You taunt.

For sole response he gently kisses your pussylips loudly, insolently looking at you. You hum in response as he lays back down, his hands gently gripping your hips to guide them toward his eager mouth. He resumes the delicate kisses like he is a devotee kissing a holy relic. You feel his warm lips dancing on your sensitive naked pussy and his purr drops a new octave, thoroughly pleased to have his treat at long last, eyes closed to savor the moment.

You stopped your hips low enough to have your cunt on his mouth and high enough to not fully sit on him not to cause any pain, so you are in a somewhat painful middle for your legs’ muscles. Thrawn reopens his eyes in a flash, raising an eyebrow at you.

You do not have time to explain he forces your hips down harshly, making you yelp in surprise.

You are now fully sitting on his face with all your weight. You try to raise back up a bit for his comfort but his purr stops instantly for a pissed-off growl.

“Arf! I do it for you, Ch’acah!” You explain, frustrated.

He digs his nails in your tender flesh, his eyes flashing you a warning.

He will use force to have you suffocate him if he has to.

You roll your eyes and let him do it, he will regret it soon enough!

He leaves a final kiss on your pussylips, making you giggle, to his pleasure, and the tip of his tongue traces your entire slit, making you jolt.

After 9 months, his tongue feels like a first time again.

He repeats his feat three times before taking a big lap with the flat of his tongue and a deep moan on his part. You gasp with a tremor and his hands release your hips to take a handful of your naked thighs, gripping them hard to keep you in place.

He laps your cunt conscientiously, grunting and purring loudly, unashamedly professing his pleasure and amusement while he focuses on your quivering pussy. His thumbs gently brush the flesh of your thighs as he laves at you up and down with his usual care and you catch glimpses of his long white fangs from time to time, sending shivers down your spine.

Your folds are now completely coated with his saliva and you feel your wetness ready to spill out of your pussy at any second under his care now...

He kisses your slit again and directs his focus higher, to your clit that started to swell up with arousal. He kisses loudly it too and lets out a deep satisfied sigh when he makes it roll between his lips like a lollipop, like a candy he could not stop thinking about.

He hums, eyes closed as you throw your head back with a gasp, your nails digging into the bedframe as you feel shockwaves of pleasure stronger and stronger coursing your sex, your blood beating furiously, softening your inner muscles like a fluffy pillow. He twists your pearl expertly between his luscious lips, earning a mewl from you and you feel his tongue coming to titillate your bundle of nerve.

“Oh, frost... Maker!” You curse, feeling your leg muscles starting to tremble.

He flicks his tongue left and right at high speed, and then sucks loudly on it, working you up like knows so well. Now you can feel your essence dripping out of you lazily, starting to roll on Thrawn’s jaw and throat. He immediately lowers himself back to suck it all out of you like he was drinking some fine wine.

You can hear him gulping down your slick, purring with joy as he looks back at you like he dared you to stop him. You feel your head spinning and your legs trembling dramatically under all his attention.

He licks his lips with a satiated growl before returning to your clit again and resuming his actions, faster, harsher, more furious, and desperate, stimulating your pearl like his life depends on it. You cannot help but shout his name in surprise at this new pace.

Your nice and gentle Chiss let place to a voracious animal that feasts on your pleasure, robbing you of your dignity with each yelp and moan he can get out of you in his furious quest.

Your entire body shudders, sweat rolls on your temple and back while your essence drips again, soiling his perfect jaw more. You can feel your little clit swelling up even more, pulsating hard under such attention and care.

Your breath becomes shallow and short as pleasure starts to boil in your veins, ready to explode like lava at any second now. Your inner muscles gorge themself with blood, shivering with delight, tensing and relaxing repeatedly at the entire mercy of Thrawn’s will that keeps you down with strength.

Thrawn doesn’t break eye contact with you, his rubies are like burning flames with pride and haughtiness, but behind that, you can see hope and desperation lying deep.

He wants you to enjoy yourself, to use him for your pleasure.

He wants you to cum.

He needs you to cum!

This is pride, his only fancy... Making his Ch’acah cum.

He gives a final, fated twist at your pearl and you come undone in his hands. You cry his name and squirt violently in his eager, wide-open mouth.

Your eyes are blinded by a bright white light and your back arches so dramatically you simply fall back on his legs, your pussy still quivering from the orgasm that slowly dissolves into your nerve endings like a warm open fire.

Your head spins so much you have to close your eyes and dig your nails into the sheets to ground yourself. Thrawn moves under you and when you slide open an eye he is lowering himself to capture your trembling lips again.

You gulp as his tongue gently invades your mouth to hug yours, begging for any tenderness you would accept to bestow unto him. His purr rises higher even, making his chest vibrate against your breast, his arms circling your back and shoulders in a gentle embrace. You can taste yourself on his tongue and the smell of sex and sweat fills the entire bedroom, proof of your sins.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” He finally whispers, parting your mouths, “I really needed this.” and he dives his nose into the crook of your neck, nudging himself against you.

You pant deeply, but in your daze manage to caress his hair tenderly. His hug tightens more at your touch and he brushes his nose on your skin, purring loudly like a big cat.

“You... You are welcome, Big boy...” You pant, “Taking care of you is my job.” You tiredly respond.

You start to feel him humping his clothed groin against your gaping, sore pussy as he pecks all over your face enthusiastically.

“I want more, Ma’am.” He kisses your eyelids, nose, cheek, and forehead, “I need more. Please, Ch’acah... I am begging on my knees.”

“I... I need a moment first, all right, Big boy? Just a moment...” You gulp with a dry throat.

Maybe sexually frustrating him for 9 months was a miscalculation on your part...

Maybe you bit more than you could chew.

“I will run us a warm bath for you to relax in my arms. And after...” His head looms over yours like an omen, “I will thoroughly devote myself to you for the entire night...”

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