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techhasmjolnir · 3 months ago

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Give Me Three, the Gift of One

Tech & Crosshair x F! Reader

Plot: You're having a date night at 79's with the twins, engaging in one of their favorite provocative “games.” After you inadvertently break one of the most important rules, new avenues in your relationship with them open up as they introduce you to their version of punishment, and long hidden desires.

Author's Notes:

This is my first foray into crafting a story that features elements of BDSM. My personal headcanon envisions the twins as being individuals that enjoy and appreciate BDSM for more than the obvious sexual intricacies. While Crosshair is more than capable of being a hard-nosed dom, it isn't something he prefers. If Tech chooses to dominate, he's a true soft dom, more concerned with his partner's pleasure than his.

Miscellaneous Notes:

*The twins and the reader are in a dedicated long term relationship; an ENM (ethically non- monogamous) dynamic is loosely implied.

*The reader is fitted with a contraceptive implant.

*Mirdoc is an OC clone; name is courtesy of @ratcatchinggirl and squad designation is of my choosing.

*This is written in the second person POV with no use of Y/N.

*Word count 20,756

Important Notes: This content is strictly for audiences 18+. The roles in this story assume female readers, Tech, and Crosshair. Concepts introduced include: bondage, dirty talk, DP, F x F sensuality, female ejaculation, impact play, M & F masturbation, M & F oral (giving and receiving), orgasm denial, PiA, PiV, sensory deprivation & play, toys

Date nights with the twins are few and far between lately, and you happily agree to a night out at 79's when they pitch the idea. You immediately regret the decision to meet them there as you step out of the air taxi and pay the Rodian pilot, who starts cursing as he's nearly sideswiped by a reckless speeder. The taxi flies off, leaving you at the promenade outside the club, swarming with people from every corner of the galaxy. While originally catering to military personnel during the Clone Wars, 79's is far more integrated now, a place for clones and non-clone patrons alike.

You look toward both sets of the sliding doors that lead into the club, guarded heavily by bouncer droids. Despite the chaotic milling of people all along the walkway, the entrance queues are surprisingly calm and orderly. Waiting to get into 79's on any weekday is a lesson in patience, but waiting to get into the bustling Coruscanti establishment on a weekend is a lesson in futility at best. An opportunity to potentially get into the club faster presents itself when a mixed group of scantily clad female Twi'leks and a few Bith step out of the line to greet several male Twi'leks and two hulking Wookiees. You move in just as a suave Devaronian attempts to occupy the same spot, shooting him a glare as you bare your teeth in the universal sign of aggression.

“Hey, beautiful, no need for that,” he grumbles, holding up his hands in pacification. “I mean you no harm.” He shoots you a look of contempt as he wanders off muttering, “what a crazy bitch!”

“Is there some sort of problem here?” a low, smooth, and familiar voice asks from behind you.

You turn to see who's speaking to you, a huge smile building as you see Cody's handsome, scarred face. “Cody! It's so good to see you! Didn't expect to see you out tonight,” you exclaim as he reaches for you, pulling you into a crushing hug. “It's been far too long. The guys and I had a conversation last week about how much you've been missed.”

Cody pecks your cheek affectionately, breaking the hug as he rests his hands on your shoulders. “It has been too long...you're right. I've constantly been off world with essentially no breaks, and this is the first night to myself in many rotations. In all seriousness, though, I hope that Devaronian didn't give you any trouble. I only saw him walking away from you, talking to himself.”

Cody's lips trail along the helix of your ear, kissing softly, sending shivers down your spine. You let out a coquettish giggle as he slips an arm around your waist and wraps the other around your shoulder. You brush your nose against his warmly, and he responds with a small kiss on your cheek, followed by another, until he's at the corner of your mouth. Cody's strong arms squeeze you tightly as he makes the move to your mouth for a convincingly romantic kiss. The hand on your waist passes to the small of your back, caressing it tenderly before it comes to stop on your ass and cup one of your cheeks. You let out a quiet gasp as Cody gropes you, using the opportunity to let his tongue slip into your mouth for a fervent kiss.

“I'm fine, Cody. I was a little concerned he might come back with a few “friends” of his before I could get into the club, but he definitely won't now that you're here with me.”

“I won't be for long, mésh'la. I'm meeting a contact in here shortly to acquire some important intel,” Cody replies as he leans in close to your ear. “Don't turn around and look, but you and I are being watched. It's that Devaronian again, and you were right. He's got his crew with him. Just play along with what I'm about to do.”

“Are they still watching?” you ask anxiously as Cody breaks away.

He looks up and out across the throng of people, seeing the Devaronian and his boys no longer staring in your direction, but trying to protect themselves from one of the Wookiees you saw earlier. “Thankfully, no.” He laughs and squeezes your ass again, the arm around your shoulder loosening as his hand takes your chin delicately. “Looks like they managed to piss off those Wookiees, and now they're paying the price. Just stay focused on what I'm doing a little longer...got to keep up appearances, you know.”

You smile softly and run your fingertip over the scar on his left temple, this time sending shivers down his spine. “I'm thinking that dí'kut was running his mouth about the Twi'lek ladies, and the Wookiees took more offense than the Twi'lek men did.”

Cody chuckles softly as he brings you in for another soft kiss, his thumb stroking your chin. “You've been practicing your Mando'a, I see. Tech's been a good instructor, it appears.”

“Not just Tech, Cody. Crosshair's been teaching me, too. I think it's been an important part of bonding with the guys, learning about the clones' Mandalorian roots and keeping tradition alive.”

He nods thoughtfully before his mouth comes to your neck, warm lips leaving open mouthed kisses upon it. “We're going to skip the line, mésh'la, and head in. “Tech is expecting you.”

The ground floor of the club is packed, nearly every seat at the long oval-shaped bar taken up by clone troopers. You can see that a few are extremely inebriated, one already unconscious with his head lying on the bar, BU-11 poking him repeatedly. Two others are having a conversation, one of whom is gesticulating wildly and pointing at the dance floor, their voices drowned out by the din of the pulsating electronic music. Cody leaves you to your own devices upon entering as he starts making his way to a corner booth to wait for his contact.

“Sorry, but this is where we part,” he yells. “Say hello to everyone for me, will you?”

You nod and kiss his cheek before he takes up a seat next to two bright-eyed Sullustans. Cody shoots you an impish wink and you make a quick visual sweep of the room, trying to spot Tech. Most of the booths are all occupied, and Tech isn't usually the type to be sitting at an open table. Raucous cheering from a table hosting an impromptu game of sabacc breaks your concentration, and in that moment, you're startled as someone presses up against you from the back, wrapping strong arms around your middle.

“Relax, cyaré, I've got you,” Crosshair's distinctly smoky timbre flows into your ear. He leans down as you reflexively tilt your head to the side, nuzzling your neck before he kisses his way up to your pulse point. You can't be heard, but Crosshair feels vibrations against his chest from the unintended moan you let slip. “Did my little whore enjoy that as much as when Cody did it, hmm? You know how much he wants to fuck you, don't you? We're seriously considering letting him.”

Crosshair lets go of your waist and you turn to face him, his eyes bright with a mischievous glimmer in them. A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as his hands run down your sides, resting on your hips as you begin to sway side to side for him. You bring your hands up behind his neck and pull him down, slipping your tongue into his mouth for a fiery kiss. Emboldened, Crosshair grabs your ass in one hand and lets his other hand maneuver between your legs as stealthily as possible. He palms your pubic mound with ease, squeezing it as the heel of his hand rubs up against your clit.

He stops just as soon as he started, laughing when he sees how worked up he's gotten you. “Doesn't take much to get you riled up, does it, kitten? I know you're looking for Tech...he's upstairs. Been watching us the entire time from the balcony, in fact. It's the usual game tonight, love. Shouldn't be too hard, especially considering the way you're dressed tonight. Stay at the bar for awhile and the opportunity will present itself. Look sharp – you've already caught the eye of a few interested parties.”

Crosshair turns from you and walks off, skirting around the dance floor and disappearing out of sight to the second floor. You take the nearest open seat at the bar, BU-11 coming over to dispense a glass of spotchka for you. Turning around, you look across the room, trying not to make it obvious you're looking for the individuals Crosshair brought to your attention. As you sip your drink, you feign anxiety, periodically glancing at your chrono like you're waiting for someone to show up.

“You get stood up, mésh'la? Shouldn't happen to a beautiful woman like you,” an unfamiliar clone says as he takes up the seat at the bar next to you. He holds out his hand and you accept it, giving it a single firm shake. “Don't mind if I join you, do you? Name's Mirdoc, out of the 104th.”

“I'm An'rii,” you reply, giving him the pseudonym you use in public when you're out with Tech and Crosshair. “I don't think I've seen you in here before. First time?”

Mirdoc shakes his head and takes a swig from a bottle of Corellian ale. “Negative. It's just been a very long time and I haven't been in here on a weekend before. Listen...I'm going to be off world again for the next few months, and I want to enjoy what precious time I've got before I go.” He leans his head in the direction of the dance floor, looking at you with a small smile on his face. “An'rii, would you want to dance with me for awhile? You don't have to say yes, but I'd rather not leave here tonight knowing you'll leave unhappy.”

You down the rest of your spotchka in one gulp, unswayed by the clone's poor attempts at flirting with you, but you have a job to do. Getting to your feet, you hold out your hand to Mirdoc, pulling him toward the dance floor eagerly. As the DJ starts up the next set, more people start coming out, including the group of Twi'leks you saw earlier. Heavy bass thunders in your chest as a new song begins, something richly percussive that reminds you of some of the indigenous music from your homeworld. It doesn't take long to find your groove, moving easily to the beat and you're surprised to discover Mirdoc is quite a good dancer.

Your fluid motions are easily matched by him, and it isn't long before he's pressed up against you from behind, his hands clutching your hips as you grind against him. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume deeply, groaning against you when he feels his cock slowly coming to life. One hand leaves your hip and travels up your body until it's resting upon your breast. Mirdoc's lips travel hungrily up your neck as you reach for the back of his head. He takes your ear gently between his teeth as the hand on your other hip starts moving across your waist, slipping his thumb under the flimsy material of your skin tight pants.

You close your eyes and feel yourself getting lost in the rhythm, taking Mirdoc with you. His erection pushes into your back persistently while his hand begins to stray down between your legs. You hold back a moan, despite knowing that no one's going to hear you. He cups your mound and you place your free hand over his, encouraging him to fondle you just like Crosshair did. Mirdoc squeezes lightly and when you open your eyes, you see that one of the Twi'lek women is watching you. She makes eye contact with you and smiles, then closes the gap across the dance floor until she's in front of you.

“You two are smoking hot!” she shouts. “Do you even realize a lot of people are watching you?!” You shake your head in disbelief as you watch her pearlescent blue skin shimmer under the lights. “Mind if I join you? Let's really give them a reason to stare!”

Up on the balcony, Tech and Crosshair are watching you closely, nursing glasses of spotchka of their own. Tech nods approvingly, a tiny smile riddled upon his lips as he's processing everything he's seeing from you. He takes a thoughtful sip, already mapping out how he wants the rest of the night to unfold. Crosshair continues to keep close watch on you in the event of potential trouble, but he's proud of you for always being remarkably open and willing to perform with complete strangers. He spots the Twi'lek woman talking to you and Mirdoc, and he nudges Tech's shoulder.

“What's the deal with the Twi'lek? The reg, I get...but her, I don't.”

Tech shakes his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he makes an assessment of the situation. “I do not know, but let us see where this goes. I trust cyar'íka's intuition; she is more than capable of knowing when to walk away and use her signal.”

The next song begins, the rhythmic driving bass turning into an aural aphrodisiac as Mirdoc's hands return to your waist; you roll your hips seductively, and his hard length presses into your back once more. You lock eyes with the Twi'lek woman, both of you smiling as she comes in close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, reaching out with her free hand to stroke Mirdoc's heated face. He kisses her palm as her hand passes over his lips, laughing as she takes your face in her hand, closing her eyes and grazing her lips over yours. Mirdoc loosens a hand from one of your hips and reaches for the Twi'lek, pulling her flush against you.

You slide an arm around her lean waist, and she moans softly into your mouth, taking your other hand to guide it to one of her breasts, nipples already stiff under the sheer material of her top. Gently, you swirl your thumb over her, and this time her mouth meets yours, tongue slipping in and colliding with yours for a blistering hot kiss. Mirdoc's chest rumbles against your back as a deep moan rises from him, hardly believing what he's witnessing. His hands return to your hips, gripping firmly as the petite hands of the Twi'lek close over his. The three of you move as one, undulating like ocean waves as you lose yourselves in the music and the sea of bodies.

Mirdoc lets one of his hands wander down between your legs, cupping your mound softly. Nimble blue fingers accompany his, both of them working together to tease you, pressing down to swirl around your clit in tight circles. The Twi'lek slides her open hand up your stomach and between your breasts, letting it linger on your chest as she moves in for another kiss. Your hand strays down to her shapely ass, squeezing it soundly as your lips connect with hers, tongues performing their own sensual dance.

Wetness begins to seep from you, dampening the fabric underneath Mirdoc's fingers. He moves his hand away and lets her continue to play with your clit, reaching around to give her other ass cheek a hefty squeeze. The hand on your chest skims over one of your breasts, her forefinger and thumb plucking at your nipple as it pokes through the thin silk of your top. She smiles and bites her lower lip, her eyes full of arousal. Mirdoc watches over your shoulder as you're rapidly being pushed to your peak, renewing his hold around your waist and hoping she'll make you come before the song is over.

Her fingertips begin to rub your clit briskly, watching your lips part slightly and your eyes close, letting your head fall back onto Mirdoc's shoulder. A lustful grin is on his face when his eyes meet hers, and she knows that you're getting close. The friction of the material pressing down on you with each skilled pass of her fingers creates a surge of pleasurable heat and tingling, and you try not to make it obvious that your legs are beginning to tremble. You feel Mirdoc's hot breath on your neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses, making his way back up to your ear, kissing it gently.

“Come for us, mésh'la... Come for her...”

She switches from rubbing your clit to using short fluttering motions, and you find yourself pushing into her hand, craving attention and not caring that it's coming from a woman. Your arms close around her shoulders as she presses on you a little harder, the walls of your pussy beginning to contract while the pulsing in your clit grows stronger. She brings her lips to yours for another steamy kiss, her tongue snaking its way back into your mouth. You let loose with a moan, hips swiveling madly as white-hot bolts of pleasure shoot through your core, her deft fingers flicking over you as she draws forth your orgasm.

Mirdoc's powerful hands hold you steady, grinding against you as he mirrors your movements, the Twi'lek reaching around you to rest her hand on his hip, effectively sandwiching you in between when the music hits its own climax. As the song progressively decrescendos to completion, wild cheering and applause erupts from everyone congregated on the dance floor. The Twi'lek loosens her grip on Mirdoc, taking your chin in her hand to give you a parting kiss.

“Mésh'la, you are phenomenal,” Mirdoc says breathlessly as he lets go of you, then turns you around.

“Just thinking how much I would love to drag you into the 'fresher and fuck you senseless, but I think that would get us kicked out and likely arrested,” he chuckles. He quickly glances at his chrono and sighs, “I'm already overdue back at the barracks... Last thing I want or need tonight is an armed escort out of here. So...would you settle for a good night kiss, instead?” He looks at you with eyes full of hope, and while you want to ditch him to go find Crosshair and Tech, you take pity on Mirdoc, knowing full well this could be one of his last nights alive.

“He's not kidding, honey. By the way, that was the first time I've ever done that with a human,” the Twi'lek says, giggling as she squeezes your shoulders appreciatively. She brings her lips to the back of your neck, planting a tender kiss. “Hope to see you around here more often, love.” She turns and disappears into the crowd as she returns to her group, leaving you alone with Mirdoc as you both return to the bar.

He reaches for you, and you indulge him, letting him wrap his arms around your waist and shoulder. “I meant it, you know. You were fucking phenomenal. I'm honestly surprised that we didn't get kicked out for that.”

“It was explained to me ages ago that as long as no one's getting naked, they don't really care,” you laugh as you bring your hand to his sweaty face, trailing your fingertip across his lips. His dark brown eyes glitter appealingly as you meet his gaze, a soft smile appearing on his exquisitely chiseled face. “A credit for your thoughts, trooper?” you ask flirtatiously.

“Who am I to say no to a gorgeous, talented clone?” you reply, taking his face in your hands, your thumbs stroking the corners of his mouth. “Hold onto the memories of tonight, Mirdoc. I hope they'll be of some comfort to you when you need them most. I would like to believe that if the will of the Force is in our favor, perhaps we'll see each other again one day. ”

One of your hands runs up the back of his neck into his hair, cradling his head as your lips briefly touch his. You feel a shiver pass through him as a blissful smile graces his tanned face. His lips meet yours and his tongue slips into the warm haven of your mouth, gripping you tightly when you let out a delicate moan. Mirdoc tenderly caresses your tongue in tantalizing short strokes, moving the hand on your back down to your ass. Bringing your free hand down between his legs, you give his cock a playful squeeze, with him clutching the supple flesh of your ass in return.

He breaks the kiss and releases you, beaming brighter than the twin suns of Tatooine. “Thank you for everything, An'rii. The guy who stood you up really missed out on a night of a lifetime.” He gestures toward the 'fresher and winks. “Wait for me, won't you? I'll be back shortly.”

Mirdoc returns to the bar to find that you're gone. He looks around frantically for you and he feels a tug on his sleeve. A drunken Devaronian sloshes her liqueur onto the bar, loudly slurring her words as she waves her hand around aimlessly. “You...lookin' forrrrrr.... Whassername?” She takes another swig of her drink and sets her glass down roughly, BU-11 coming over to reprimand her about the possibilities of broken glass.

“An'rii!” Mirdoc exclaims, still looking around, thinking maybe you're in the ladies' refresher. “Do you know where she went?!”

The Devaronian lets out a hiccup followed by a harsh cackle. She gets her bearings and points to the main door of the club. “Saw her goin' that way. Not alone, either. You know 'em?”

Mirdoc's expression changes from one of concern to outright panic, hoping that you aren't in the process of being abducted. His heart sinks in his chest and a wave of mild nausea rises as he realizes what's happening. He sees you walking out, flanked on both sides by very tall, slender men with your arms around each of their waists. The silver haired man has his arm around your shoulders protectively, and the man who looks like he's wearing some kind of protective eye wear has his hand securely on your ass. Just before the door closes, both men lean down and kiss your cheeks, the one wearing the goggles giving your ass a loving squeeze.

*****

“Wish I could've seen the look on that reg's face when he came back and saw you were gone,” Crosshair chuckles, busying himself with slipping his hand down your pants, greeted by your slick folds. “They never realize they're being played, and we reap all the benefits.”

“Sheer perfection,” Tech murmurs into your ear as he brings his hand up underneath your top, lifting up your bra to squeeze one of your breasts, his thumb drawing lazy circles around your nipple as the flesh begins to harden. “You never fail to perform admirably...such a flawless little actress, ner cyaré...”

“Yoka slimo,” the surly Dug pilot of your air taxi grumbles as he presses the button to bring up the privacy screen between the front and back seats, uninterested in and disgusted by human dalliances.

“Etchoota?!” Tech retorts testily. “The nerve of him to insinuate that I'm the slimeball?”

“Please, vod. You're just as morally bankrupt as I am, if not worse at times,” Crosshair replies as his focus returns to you, slipping two fingers inside you easily, his thumb dexterously swirling around your swollen, aching clit.

He bites his lip and groans against your neck as you contract your walls around him, silently begging him to edge you. He obliges, curling his fingers upward, tiny contractions plucking at them as he begins to tenderly stroke your sweet spot. New heat builds in your cleft as Tech's lips graze the crook of your neck before you feel him nip at you lightly, continuing to pull at the sensitive skin with his teeth until he works his way up to your pulse point. You reach out for both men, parking your hands between their legs, not surprised to find they're both concealing hefty erections.

“You fucking greedy whore,” Crosshair growls in your ear. “You just can't help yourself, can you?” He abruptly withdraws from you, your eyes going wide in surprise at the sudden shift in his demeanor. “Did you really think we wouldn't notice the Twi'lek woman? Every set of eyes in that place were on YOU, little girl!”

He pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you quickly suck them clean, hoping to placate him as Tech pulls his hand out from under your top, sliding it between your breasts and up your neck to encompass your face. Crosshair pulls out his fingers as Tech turns you toward him, his lips closing over yours. His impatient tongue forces its way into your mouth for an aggressive kiss, cock twitching in your palm as he gets a residual taste of your juices. He looks over at Crosshair, who gives him a sly smile of approval, knowing what Tech is going to tell you.

“The rules have never deviated, cyaré,” Tech states. “You may only have one at a time unless we stipulate otherwise. Since you were not granted permission, I believe some discipline is in order,” his silken voice taking on a distinct steely edge.

“What kind of...discipline, Tech?” you ask, a tremor of uncertainty in your voice. “It was spur of the moment, and I didn't know she –”

“You have no defense, love. There are no excuses,” Tech coolly replies, purposely ignoring your question.

Crosshair takes your chin in his hand and forcefully turns your head. He can see momentary panic in you as his tongue traces over one of his canines, profound hunger burning in his eyes. “Rules are rules,” he says, squeezing your chin a little tighter. “You broke them, and now you need to be punished. Don't ever forget that you're our little whore, NOT theirs.”

“Crosshair, release her. Be patient,” Tech says quietly as he lays his arm over your stomach. He kisses your temple lovingly as you relax against him. “Be a good girl for us, cyar'íka. You must keep in mind that we must do this because we love you.”

***

You realize that you're in a great deal of trouble as you're guided down the hallway to your penthouse apartment, Crosshair walking behind you with his hands on your shoulders and Tech at your side, calmly holding your hand. Your head is bowed, eyes cast to the floor, not daring to look up. Your cheeks flare with the heat of shame as you're led past a few of your neighbors heading toward the elevator; you don't need to see them to know they're all staring at you. Crosshair addresses them, and you feel like throwing yourself off the balcony out of sheer embarrassment.

“She's been a filthy little slut tonight,” he crows as they're halfway down the hall. You can hear light, uncomfortable laughter from them as they hastily pile into the elevator once the doors open. “And we know what to do with filthy little sluts, don't we?” he says with unnerving calmness as you finally reach the door to your apartment.

When you don't answer him, Tech lets go of your hand and lifts up your chin with his index finger. You look at him out of the corner of your eye and he can see you're filled with uncertainty. “Crosshair asked you a question, my love. You will answer him.”

“What do we do with filthy little sluts?” Crosshair repeats, digging his fingertips into your shoulders.

You swallow hard and close your eyes, a lump starting to form in your throat. “Filthy little sluts...” you begin, trying to find your voice. “Filthy little sluts are punished, and...” Hot tears of humiliation begin to prick the corners of your eyes and you blink furiously to hold them back.

“And, what, kitten?”

“...and then fucked mercilessly. They're fucked mercilessly,” you reply flatly.

“See? It isn't that difficult to understand.” He lets go of your shoulders and turns you around slowly. “Look at me.” You lift your head and your eyes meet his, seeing the warmth and tenderness behind them in spite of his cold, stony expression. “As Tech said, cyaré, we do this because we love you. You can't ignore the rules and expect no consequences. Now you're going to learn your lesson.”

You can hear the quiet beeping of the keypad as Tech inputs his code for the front door. The door slides open with a quiet hiss and when you turn around, he extends his hand to you. As you take it, Crosshair's hands close over your shoulders, the two of them directing you inside. Tech steers you in the direction of the master bedroom, Crosshair staying behind to reengage the security system. You sit down on the edge of your bed as Tech occupies a nearby armchair and begins to take off his shoes.

Crosshair appears a moment later, closing the bedroom door behind him. He wastes no time, rolling up his sleeves before he starts to unbutton his shirt. As he takes off his shoes and socks, he looks over at you and sees that you're quite nervous, your fingers picking at the bedspread anxiously. He stands in front of you and takes your chin in his hand. “Sweetheart, relax. This is going to be so much worse if you don't calm down. Tonight, you need to trust us fully. What we have in mind for you is new, and—”

“It is new for us, too, cyaré,” Tech interrupts. “For some time, Crosshair and I have been discussing expanding horizons in this relationship. Long have both of us been interested in certain aspects of...shall I say, unconventional play. We were waiting for an opportunity to present itself in which you would be brought into the conversation. After what we saw tonight, that time has come. I will defer to Crosshair and let him explain in greater detail, for this is more his realm than mine.”

Crosshair exhales sharply through his nose and folds his arms across his chest, trying to figure out the simplest way to describe what he wants to do without frightening you. “Listen to me carefully, and when I'm finished, you can choose to consent, or not. You won't hurt my feelings if you say no. There's plenty of other things the three of us will do tonight that will be just as gratifying.”

You lean forward and slip off your stiletto heels, rubbing your feet as you look up at Crosshair. You're apprehensive, but curious as to what he has in mind. “I'm listening, Cross. Not going to lie to you, all this talk about discipline and punishment hasn't exactly made me feel at ease.”

He chuckles and grins, kneeling down in front of you and taking one of your feet in his hands, massaging it firmly. “Nor should it. It isn't supposed to be a walk in the park, but when done with someone you love and trust wholly, it's very satisfying and can be a cathartic emotional experience. Would you be comfortable in having me use equipment to restrain you, such as binders, and then physically discipline you? By this, I mean something like spanking, using my hand or some other kind of object. I will never strike anywhere other than your ass; it's the one place on the body that has the most cushioning, and can take a great deal of abuse.”

Crosshair sees the brief look of fear on your face, and promptly corrects himself. “My apologies, cyaré, that was a poor choice of words. What I meant to say is that your ass will be able to take a lot of wear and tear, so to speak. Even so, you might still experience some bruising. Would you be all right with that?” He takes your other foot and begins to rub it, waiting until he sees you relax.

“I think I can handle that. I'm not afraid of pain,” you say a little more confidently than you really feel. You know Crosshair isn't always the most gentle lover, but he would never purposely go out of his way to maliciously hurt you. “Better to have a bruised ass than be bruised somewhere more visible, and get asked a bunch of questions I don't want to answer.”

“It has been some time since you have used your safe word,” Tech says. “Are you still comfortable using your current one, or would you like to use something different? You may end up needing it...assuming you agree to these terms.”

“Then you see my point, love. If you don't object, Tech would like to try a little sensory play with you, too. Maybe try wearing some blackout lenses, and let him use different kinds of things on you to help heighten your awareness in certain areas? You have a full promise that nothing he would use will leave any kind of permanent marks.”

You look over at him and see that he's slid his lenses up to rest on his forehead, his large golden brown eyes full of tender care. “Again, I won't lie to you, boys. I am nervous, but...you have my full consent. You never grow unless you're subjected to new experiences, and if this means taking our relationship to the next level, then I absolutely want to do it. That being said, I think it's time for a new safe word. Will “kýrdir” suffice?”

Tech looks over at Crosshair, both of them pleased that you've chosen a Mando'a term. “Kýrdir, it is, love,” Crosshair says, setting your foot on the floor as he runs his hands up your shins, then over your knees and up your thighs. You rest your hands on top of his momentarily before curling your fingers around them, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze as he looks into your eyes. “Are you ready? Be a good little girl and don't forget that we love you more than anything.”

Before you can react, he grabs the waist of your pants and yanks them down. You let out a yelp of surprise as you fall backwards onto your bed, and in a flash, Tech rises from his chair to grab your wrists, pinning your hands above your head. You wriggle your legs as Crosshair frees them from your pants, throwing them aside before his hands go straight to your knees, forcing your legs apart. The silken dusky pink flesh of your pussy lay before him, still slick from the foreplay on the ride home. Crosshair licks his lips in anticipation, and you lift your head a little to watch as he positions himself between your legs, close enough to feel the heat of his breath against your wet folds.

“Giving you pleasure is our job. No one else is allowed to make you come, but after seeing how much you enjoyed having another woman touch you, I'm starting to think you have an appetite for something new. Am I right? You want a cute little pussy of your own to play with?” Crosshair teases, his mouth hovering just over your clit.

You feel heat rising into your cheeks, which doesn't escape Tech's notice. “Answer him.”

Images of the Twi'lek with her hand between your legs and you willingly giving yourself to her play back in your mind, and you close your eyes, blushing furiously. You know there's no shame in what you did, and also know that Crosshair and Tech will never judge or shame you for enjoying it. “Yes, Crosshair,” you reply meekly.

“Yes, what?” he pries. “Use your words.”

“I want a pussy of my own to play with,” you moan softly just as Crosshair's mouth closes over your clit, sucking on the quickly swelling nub of flesh. His tongue dips between your folds and into your entrance to taste the delectable ambrosia of your juices.

He pulls away, his chin glistening wet with your essence. “I fucking knew it, you insatiable little slut,” he rasps, tongue snaking out to lick at the corner of his mouth. “Tech, finish undressing her, then get the binders,” he commands, letting go of you and getting to his feet only to disappear into your walk-in closet. You hear one of the drawers opening and Crosshair reappears holding a long metal bar with cuffs on either end of it. “Now the fun really begins, cyar'íka,” he says, his voice beginning to grow husky with arousal. “This is a spreader bar. It will make sure you can't close your legs, so you'll stay nice and open for me.”

Tech lets go of you and reaches for the hem of your top, making short work of it as he pulls it off, leaving you in your bra. He smiles when he sees your nipples poking at the sheer fabric, reaching out to take your breasts in his warm hands, kneading them gently. Trailing his fingers from your elbows up to your shoulders, he pulls your bra straps down, then slides his hands underneath you to unhook and pull it off. You look up to see that he's starting to grow hard again, and you can't resist reaching up and caressing him through his pants. He looks down at you, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as he pulls your hand away.

He chuckles and a smirk not unlike Crosshair's appears. “Not just yet, mésh'la. I will deal with you once Crosshair decides he's done.”

“Vod, the binders?” Crosshair questions impatiently.

Tech opens the drawer to the nightstand nearest him, pulling out a set of soft leather lined binders and a small remote. You sit up and start rubbing at your wrists where he had gripped you the tightest, but you're soon stopped as he comes around in front of you. “Hold out your hands,” he demands, pushing the button on the remote, the binders opening with a soft clink. You do as you're told, appreciative of how comforting the leather is against your skin. Tech reengages the binders, then leans in to plant a loving kiss on your forehead. “Remember, cyaré, if anything becomes too intense for you, there is no shame in using your safe word.”

You nod and Tech moves to retake his seat in the armchair, taking off his dress shirt and slinging it over the back. You can hear the sound of him loosening his belt buckle as your attention turns to Crosshair, who's standing in front of you expectantly. “On your feet, my little whore,” he growls, grabbing the binders and pulling your arms up over your head, easily lifting you off the bed like you're weightless. You let out a startled cry and he sets you back down on the floor, closing his hand around your throat as he leads you over to the wall.

“Eyes forward and keep your hands raised at all times,” he orders, moving your hands into position where he wants them. He presses up against you, the stiff root of his cock poking insistently into your back. A quiet moan escapes you as your clit pulses and instinctively, you push your ass back against him. “I don't think so, kitten...you're in no position to beg for anything. Spread your legs for me like you wanted to spread them for that worthless reg,” he says, his voice dripping venom.

You don't initially react, so Crosshair shoves his foot between your feet, pushing each one of your legs apart until you're on full display. He leans close to your ear and you shut your eyes, wincing at the ferocity of his words. “You don't listen very well, do you? Spread your fucking legs, cunt.” You're frozen to the spot, heat flaring up in your cheeks as you feel yourself starting to grow wet. You discover that you like hearing him say vile and degrading things to you, and you can plainly tell he's very much aroused by seeing your reactions to this treatment. Crosshair reaches for the spreader bar, kneeling down as he fits one of the cuffs around your ankle, securing it tightly followed by the other one.

“You left me no choice, cyaré. You will learn soon enough that it's easier to submit than to be in a position of power.” He steps back and looks you over, suppressing a groan as his cock twitches, wanting nothing more than to take you by the throat, slip in from behind and fuck you until you scream his name. He moves back in and reaches for your cheeks, squeezing and massaging them roughly. “You have no idea how much I want to ruin that ass, but I'll go easy on you to start, and if you're tolerating it well, I'll do it harder. Understood?”

“I understand, Cross. I know I've been a very bad girl tonight, and I deserve to be punished,” you reply invitingly, looking back at him with eyes half hooded with lust. You feel brave enough to wink at him, then turn your face back toward the wall, settling into place as you lift your ass up and out.

Crosshair smirks, shakes his head and chuckles, getting himself into position. “Such a shame I have to do this, but you brought this on yourself.” He raps his hand on one of your cheeks firmly, and you moan softly as you're caught off guard. “What's that, baby? Do you like this? You want me to do that again?” This time he slaps you harder, grinning as you let out a little whimper when his hand connects solidly on the meatiest part of your ass. “Answer me. You like this, don't you?”

You bite your lip as you feel slickness between your legs and your clit responding as the heat of arousal builds. Stifling a moan as Crosshair's hand comes down on you a third time, you audibly exhale and shut your eyes. Your skin is beginning to smart a little now, but the pain and the heat creeping to the surface triggers something in you. You need him to be rougher and domineering. You're lusting for his full attention, wanting even more of his touch, his vitriolic words, and his sheer power. You want to know how much agony you can genuinely bear. Now you let out the moan you tried to hide, pushing your ass outward as his hand connects with you once more.

“Harder, Cross, please...” you whine, and Crosshair looks down between your legs just in time to see a thin bead of your arousal drip onto the carpet. “Please...” You hear him chuckle darkly behind you as one of his hands rests on your other ass cheek, his thumb pulling at your outer lips to inspect you.

“This is certainly something, my love. The more I spank you, the wetter you get,” Crosshair muses. “You know...it's one thing to be a little cock tease; you excel at that. It's quite another to be a complete fucking whore.” There's a sharp crack and a cry of shock from you as Crosshair's palm kisses your flesh, searing heat left in its wake.

“Cross, what the fuck?!” you yell, glaring at him over your shoulder, ignoring his directive to stay facing the wall.

In an instant, Crosshair's hand grips the back of your head, pushing your face against the wall as his hand lands heavily on your ass cheek for a resounding slap. You let out a whimper as you close your eyes, your flesh burning like you've been struck with a red hot poker. “That's just a love tap, doll. Now you're going to learn the true meaning of pain!” He strikes you again, this time leaving a clear outline of his hand behind. Tears of shock begin to well in your eyes as the relentless onslaught continues, the throbbing of your stinging flesh now making you realize you made the fatal mistake of underestimating just how brutally intense he can be.

“I'm...sorry...Cross...” your breath catching in your throat, choking on every word when his barbarous hand refuses to yield. “I'm...so—”

“Not good enough, cyaré...” he hisses, cracking you sharply three times in quick succession, your anguished cries falling on deaf ears. He sees that you're already starting to bruise slightly from the heavy impact, and without breaking his rhythm, switches hands to turn his attention to your other ass cheek. The assault is no less vicious, everything singing with pain as Crosshair's ruthless hand leaves no part of you untouched, each upward strike sending acute heat rippling over the surface of your tender flesh. “Fucking greedy slut, who owns that sweet little cunt of yours?!”

“You, Cross!” you wail, shutting your eyes tightly as hot tears begin to flow, taking your mascara with them, ugly black trails oozing their way down your face.

“And?!” he snarls, winding his hand into your hair and yanking your head back as he scores another fierce hit, this time splaying his fingers to maximize the pain.

“Tech, goddamn it!”

Crosshair pauses for a split second to look down and see that both of your ass cheeks are raw and stained scarlet, with dark purplish contusions erupting under the surface of the skin. He lets go of your hair and laughs quietly, nodding his head in approval at his handiwork. “Have you learned your lesson, cyar'íka? For your sake, you'd better say yes. Any more of this, and you're going to bleed.”

“Never again, Cross...never without permission,” you say quietly. “Forgive me, both of you. Please,” you whisper, tears of honest regret starting to course down your stained face.

Crosshair comes around you to slowly bring your arms down. He rests a hand on your back, the other above your breasts to bring you back up to a standing position. He take your chin in his hand, looking down at your dirty, tear stained face. “See? That wasn't so bad, now, was it? I didn't think you'd be able to withstand that, but you took it so well. I'm proud of how strong you are, baby.” He kisses your forehead tenderly, then kneels down to open the cuffs. “Tech, get the binders off her while I get something to clean her up.”

Tech gets up out of the armchair, his pants hanging loosely around his hips. He has the remote for the binders in his hand, and with the push of a button, you're completely free from your bonds. “My love, are you all right?” he frets, taking your hands in his, kissing them warmly. “That was...remarkably intense. I was positive that you would use your safe word, but you endured, and for that, I am most proud of you.” He runs his hand over the top of your head and down onto your neck, pulling your forehead to his chest in a gentle embrace, his other hand stroking your back in small circles. “No more tears, cyaré. It's over now. You're safe, and you are loved beyond measure.”

Crosshair emerges from the en suite refresher with a bottle of bacta spray and a few damp washcloths. He hands everything but one of the washcloths to Tech, then proceeds to carefully wipe your face. You sigh, the soothing warmth of the cloth and Crosshair's gentle motions a stark contrast from the extremes he just put you through. He removes the last of your makeup, then his lips graze your cheek lightly before he touches them to yours for a soft, almost apologetic kiss. “Much better,” he says after he sees you smile up at him. “Now you don't look like a little raccoon. Kitten, this isn't going to feel good, but I need to take care of your ass, or the bacta spray won't be as effective.”

“Come lie down,” Tech says as he lays down one of your favorite waterproof blankets. “I've been working on modifying the formula to the typical bacta spray available on the market so that it's even faster acting, resulting in very little recovery time. This should work well for minor injuries, and irritations to skin such as abrasions, contusions, or pruritis.”

“My skin feels like it's on fire,” you reply. “Let's give it a whirl. The worst case scenario is that playtime is over for the night because I'm out of action, and that's the last thing I want.”

“The feeling is mutual, cyaré,” Crosshair says as he begins to undress, skinning off his shirt and pants until he's left in his underwear. You can see he's still half hard, and desire wells in your chest, concentrated wet heat pooling between your legs. “Go lie face down, and I'll take care of you,” he assures.

You're grateful for the comfort of your bed and the large pillow that Tech moved into place for you as you painstakingly lie down, wincing as you try and get into a relaxed position. Crosshair joins you and takes the bottle of bacta spray, lightly misting your inflamed, angry looking skin. You groan and let out a hiss at the initial sting of the bacta, but it goes to work as Tech promised, immediately cooling your flesh. Crosshair makes a second pass with the spray, carefully blotting when it starts to run off the sides of your cheeks. He lays down one more round, then applies the washcloths.

“Be still,” he says softly, stroking your cheek with a finger. “Such a good girl, never fussing even though it hurts. I need to thank you for being so willing to try that with me, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. You are everything to me, mésh'la...I love you.” Tenderly, he pets the back of your head, smiling as you make little sounds of contentment. His hand works its way down your neck and onto your upper back, caressing you and feeling himself growing a little harder when you moan pleasurably. “The tough part is done. Tech's got a few things he'd like to try before the two of us finish taking care of you. How's your ass feel?” He carefully pulls up one of the washcloths and sees that even within the span of several minutes, your skin isn't as red. “Definitely starting to look better...what do you think, vod?”

“How are you feeling, love? You certainly look much more comfortable,” Tech inquires.

Tech lifts up the cloth on your other cheek and nods in agreement. “A vast improvement, I should say. The contused areas are receding quickly. I shall make a note in my records that this particular formula is quite efficacious. Crosshair, please stay with cuun cyaré for a moment while I gather a few things that I am going to need.” You hear the bedroom door open as Tech leaves, and you wonder just what he has in mind.

It doesn't take long before Tech returns, closing the door behind him with his foot. Crosshair looks over and sees him cradling a bowl against his chest, his other hand holding on to several items. He carefully sets everything down on one of the nightstands, and now Crosshair sees just exactly what Tech was concealing. The bowl is filled with water and some ice cubes, its companions a small jar of some kind of unguent, a pair of blackout lenses not entirely unlike Tech's, a sleek black anal plug, and a remote control. He chuckles quietly, knowing precisely what Tech plans on doing with you. Tech finishes undressing, slinging his pants over the rest of his clothing on the armchair before coming to sit next to you, opposite Crosshair.

“Much better, Tech. I don't really feel much pain anymore,” you reply honestly.

Crosshair removes both of the washcloths, and both he and Tech can see that your skin is nearly back to its normal state, with just a few purplish blotches left behind. He lays his hand on your ass, and it's quite cool to the touch. “You have a tiny amount of bruising left, but everything else is clear,” he says. “Do you feel like you're comfortable enough to roll over onto your back?”

Tech shifts over to give you space as you carefully reposition yourself until you're propped up on an elbow. You lower yourself and settle in, then let your breath out through slightly pursed lips. “So far, so good, guys. Just a little bit sore in a couple spots, but nothing like what it was.” You reach out for both of them, hands resting on the backs of their heads as they let you pull them in close to your face, moaning softly as they each kiss a corner of your mouth. Tech's lips meet yours for a brief kiss, followed by Crosshair's. “I'm ready for you, Tech,” you whisper.

Crosshair gets up and lays his hand over your heart before leaning down to kiss you soundly, holding back a small moan as your tongue glides over his with fervor. He breaks the kiss and touches his finger to the tip of your nose. “Be good for Tech, cyaré. I think you're really going to love what he has planned.” He moves to sit in the armchair Tech occupied, where he has an unobstructed view of you lying in bed before him. His cock twitches impatiently under his shorts, already excited for what's to come. “She's all yours, vod. I can't wait to see this,” he chuckles.

Tech picks up the blackout lenses from the nightstand, holding them above you and turning them around so you can see them from all angles. “With your permission, I would like to put these on you first. In theory, they will have a calming effect and in turn, force you to rely on your other senses. I designed these myself; you can see they are almost identical to what I wear, in terms of appearance. However, you will be essentially blind, which means you have to trust me implicitly.”

You sit up and take the lenses from Tech, conducting your own inspection by holding them up against the light, seeing nothing penetrating the thick material. “I don't have a problem with these, Tech. Of course, if something changes, I'll use my safe word.” You hold them over your eyes and he carefully slips the band around your head, making the necessary adjustments. Having your vision purposely erased is jarring, and you tilt your head to the side, already more cognizant of sound now that you can't see anything. “This is...very peculiar, but it isn't unpleasant,” you remark.

“I'm going to touch your back and chest as I ease you down,” Tech says quietly, watching you closely for any signs of rising panic. “Please do not wait to tell me if you are experiencing dysphoria or any other kind of disorientation.” He slides one of his hands down to the middle of your back and rests the other one between your breasts, carefully lowering you back down onto the bed with your head on the pillow. When you've settled in, he gets up and stands at the foot of the bed and looks you over, smiling as he sees how relaxed and serene you are. “Look how beautiful she is, Crosshair. Cuun cyaré...”

Crosshair nods sagely, a peaceful smile growing as his eyes roam over you. “Our beautiful shining star,” he agrees. “She could have had anyone, but she chose us. We're the luckiest bastards in the galaxy, Tech, I'm telling you.”

“That, we are, ner vod. That, we are.” Tech grins and goes over to the bowl of ice cubes, dipping his fingers in the water. “Prepare yourself, cyar'íka, this is going to be a bit of a shock.”

He lets the water bead off the tips of his fingers directly onto your chest and laughs when you let out a loud gasp, arching your back up while you clutch at the blanket. He moves his hand downward, the droplets of frigid water on your heated skin both pleasurable and uncomfortable all at the same time. Wetting his fingers once more, Tech lets a considerable amount of water drip onto your pubic mound, where it runs down onto your clit and outer lips, making you groan loudly. As you reach down to touch yourself, you feel Tech climbing onto the bed with you, using his other hand to push your legs apart.

“Hands behind your head, love. Keep them there until I indicate otherwise,” Tech says, his voice starting to grow heavy with lust. “Do not lull yourself into believing that I have no intention of disciplining you simply because I will not be heavy handed.” He reaches over into the bowl and pulls out an ice cube, letting it drip all over your breasts, watching your nipples harden. “I have my methods, and they are exceedingly efficient.”

Chills run down your spine with those last two words, and while you have no idea what he really means by that, you comply with his request and put your hands behind your head. Tech slips his arm under your knee and around your thigh, effectively holding you in place. Slowly, he begins to swirl the ice cube over one nipple, the tissue instantaneously growing diamond hard. As he rubs the ice cube over your other nipple, he grins deviously as you arch up into him once more and emit a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan. Tech places the partially melted ice cube between your breasts, gliding it down your stomach toward your mound where he lets it dissolve.

“That's my good girl,” he says quietly, leaning down until he's within reach of one of your nipples.

You can feel the heat of his breath against your chilled skin as his tongue emerges, flicking over the stiff little peak lightly before his lips close over it. He suckles on you gently, closing his eyes as his hand reaches for your other nipple, pulling it between his thumb and forefinger. Tech flicks his tongue steadily over you and hears your breath catch before you let out a delicate moan. He starts to roll and pinch the pebbled flesh, fresh heat building between your legs as your clit pulses, triggering tiny contractions deep in your cleft. Without thinking, you lift your hips up into him, mutely begging for him to dive between your legs and relieve your growing arousal.

Tech releases your nipple as the hand on your breast gravitates to your hip, pinning you to the bed. “Save your energy, my love. You will be given no release until I deem it appropriate.” He sits up and lets go of your leg, reaching into the bowl to take another ice cube. Glancing down, he sees the slickness between your folds and how engorged you are. “You burn far too hot, cyaré...let me remedy your fever.”

The instant the ice cube touches your clit, the shock of the numbing cold makes you nearly scream as you buck your hips up powerfully enough to loosen Tech's grip. He chuckles and pushes you back down, gripping you tighter as he rubs the ice cube around your clit, watching in fascination as it involuntarily contracts with each pass. Tech examines your face curiously, seeing your brow furrow as you let out an open-mouthed moan, then smile and bite your lower lip as he draws the ice cube over your outer lips and deeper into your folds. The radiant heat of your flesh makes short work of the remaining ice until it's little more than a small piece. You gasp sharply as Tech breaches your entrance with the remnant, shivering as it melts away.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” you drawl as icy water dribbles back out, dampening the blanket underneath you.

“This is certainly unexpected,” Tech observes with great amusement. “Your visceral reaction suggests you are aroused by this. Let us see how long that lasts, once that fiery little pussy of your is packed with ice,” he adds, his voice palpably thick with desire.

“Do it...fill me up,” you reply breathlessly. “I want to try...”

“That's my courageous, beautiful girl. You never back down from a challenge...”

Tech smiles and traces his fingertip over your clit, teasing you by rubbing it for a few seconds before he moves to spread your outer lips, still quite cold to the touch. He presses his finger against your entrance, and you can't resist moaning his name as it slips inside, navigating to your sensitive spot. Again he teases you, stroking the tiny area gently, holding back a moan as your inner walls squeeze around him. Tech withdraws and brings his finger to your mouth, tracing the outline of your lips.

Automatically, you open up and Tech slides his finger in, grinning as your lips close around him. As you begin to suck your juices off him, he closes his eyes followed with a quiet groan as his cock stirs to life. “That's it, baby...like you're sucking my cock,” he says in a heated whisper, sliding his middle finger into your mouth. Tech slowly moves his fingers in and out, relishing the sound of your muffled moaning, inordinately pleased at how eager you are to taste yourself. “Greedy isn't the word for you, mésh'la. You are utterly voracious.”

Tech pulls his fingers out of your mouth, then reaches into the bowl and plucks out an ice cube, wanting to start with one to get you acclimated. He rubs the ice along your outer lips, eliciting another gasp from you as he pushes it deeper until it's parked at your entrance. You let out a soft cry as Tech pushes the ice into you as far as it will go, legs twitching as if you're in the throes of an orgasm. Encouraged by your reaction, he returns to the bowl to take a few more cubes, carefully inserting them one at a time. Your breath comes in short heaving gasps, your pussy growing increasingly more numb as Tech takes the last of the ice cubes and packs the rest of them into you.

“Now, cyar'íka...you're going to keep them in there until that fire is extinguished,” he says, his silken voice enveloping you like a liquid shroud. “Push any of them out, and I return with more until you acquiesce.”

“No more ice, Tech... I'll be...good, I— Oh, fuck...” you stutter, trembling from the cold.

Tech laughs softly and runs his fingers along your knees and down your smooth, silky thighs, stopping short of your mound as he spies water beginning to leak out of you. His cock flexes and stiffens within the confines of his undershorts, moving back from you to pull them off. You feel him shift so that he's lying down, resting on an elbow as he takes his half-erect cock in hand, stroking it and watching more water run out of you. You hear Crosshair rise from the armchair, the whisper-soft sound of fabric passing over skin evident as he frees himself from his underwear.

A moment later, Crosshair sits down on the bed, the sudden weight shift making you turn your head in his direction. You smile as he strokes your cheek softly with a finger, playfully taking the tip of it into your mouth when he draws it across your lips. He chuckles as you catch him between your teeth, holding him in place. “Mind if I borrow her mouth for a while? I think cyar'íka wants to be fed.”

Tech sits up and leans forward, taking your hands in his while bringing your arms down. “As long as you let me drink from her pussy, I have no objections.” Crosshair slips a hand under your back and lifts you as Tech takes several pillows and puts them behind you. “Crosshair is going to need your hands, love. Sitting up should make it easier for you.” Tech moves into position between your legs, and you let out a soft moan as the heat of his breath ghosts across your mound. “I'm parched, baby...slake my thirst,” he mutters, his lips hovering just above your clit.

Tech lets the tip of his tongue graze the underside of it, the slightest touch making you let loose with a breathy moan as you snake your hips back and forth. He lazily swirls his tongue around you, each pass making the sensitive flesh progressively swell as more water seeps out of you. You reach out for him clumsily, not knowing exactly where to put your hand until Crosshair guides you, putting it on the back of Tech's head. Tech closes his lips over your clit, sucking the tiny nub tenderly while his tongue massages it from underneath, moaning softly as cold water dampens his chin.

He lets go and slips his tongue through your folds, bringing his mouth flush against your cold, wet entrance. The grip you have on the back of his head tightens as he begins to push his way inside with a sense of urgency, and you feel the vibrations from the depth of his moaning when water flows into his mouth. His strong hands wrap around your thighs and squeeze tightly as you bear down, water flowing from you like a river. He downs every last drop you can give him, a low growl building in his chest as he pulls his mouth away.

“Satisfied?” Crosshair chuckles, smirking as Tech looks up at him, his chin dripping with a combination of water and your juices.

“Like being served the finest cocktail the galaxy has to offer,” Tech replies, sitting up and dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. “I am nowhere near satisfied, however, and by the looks of it, neither are you,” he sniggers, seeing Crosshair with his cock in hand. “Keep cyar'íka occupied while I prepare her for her next experience. Hand me that jar, would you? She tolerates the cold better than most polar squadrons I've seen, but now I would like to see how she reacts when I rekindle her fire and stoke the flames.”

Crosshair reaches next to him and takes the small brown glass jar with the nondescript unguent, handing it to Tech. He unscrews the lid and dips his fingertip in, pulling out a creamy white blob of salve. “Something of your own creation, vod?” Crosshair asks, genuinely curious as to what it is.

“Indeed, it is. This is a formula I have been most anxious to introduce. It serves a dual purpose; it not only heightens arousal, but also has a pleasurable warming effect that can last hours. There are personal lubricants available that boast these claims, but after testing them on myself, I concluded they are vastly inferior.” Crosshair rolls his eyes impatiently and Tech clears his throat, looking down at you. “Cyaré, I am going to apply this both inside and out. You should feel the effects almost immediately, if my hypothesis is correct.”

Tech rubs his thumb against his fingertip, smearing the cream over his index finger. He applies a small amount to your clit, rubbing over the entire surface until it absorbs. You let out a gasp as your pearl fills with warmth and pleasant tingling. Tech smiles and guides his fingers back into your pussy with the remainder of the cream, coating your walls with it. Mere moments pass before the same delicious heat builds in the core of your pussy, and you mewl softly as your clit begins to pulse. The flame becomes a roaring bonfire, with both men watching you arch your back and grasp at the blanket, spreading your legs invitingly for them.

Crosshair gets to his knees and takes your chin in his hand, turning you toward him. Your breath catches in your throat, only able to emit a tiny squeak as he raps his erection roughly against your cheek. “Suck my cock, kitten. Don't worry about what Tech's going to do,” he rasps. “That's my girl...I wish you could see how pretty you are when I'm stuffed in your mouth,” he praises as he pushes against your lips, watching himself disappear inch by inch.

You bring a hand up and wrap it around him, squeezing firmly when you've taken in as much as you can handle. Blindly groping for his thigh with your other hand, you eventually find it and hold on tightly as you begin to move your head back and forth. Crosshair rests a hand on the top of your head as he reaches down between his legs to cup his balls, massaging the swollen orbs while your tongue swirls around his tip. You pull him into your mouth and let your tongue glide underneath his shaft, earning you a low moan as your hand twists its way back up.

“Just like that, baby...don't you fucking stop,” Crosshair groans as you suck on him more aggressively, hollowing out your cheeks and gripping him tighter with each stroke.

Tech catches you unaware, sneakily reintroducing his fingers into your pussy and making a beeline for your sweet spot, expertly applying just the right amount of pressure to the tiny area, making you moan heavily around Crosshair's cock. He draws his fingers in and out achingly slow as the thumb and forefinger of his other hand retract the hood of your clit, grinning broadly when he sees that you're fully engorged. Deftly, he whorls the flat of his thumb around you in concentric circles, your pussy closing down around his fingers. White hot liquid euphoria ripples through you as Tech starts to penetrate you steadily, his manipulation of your clit keeping pace.

Crosshair lets out a frustrated groan because you're slowing down and losing focus as you're rapidly consumed by Tech's ministrations. “Do as I fucking tell you and keep sucking my cock,” he growls, slapping your cheek lightly, snapping you back to attention as you desperately try to ignore how swiftly Tech is drawing you to an orgasm.

He takes the back of your head in his hand and starts pushing you down on his cock, chuckling when he drives too far and triggers your gag reflex, tears pricking the corner of your eyes before he releases you. A thick trail of saliva connects your tongue to the head of his cock as you pull him out, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath without retching. Crosshair lets out a wicked laugh as he slides back into your mouth, goading as you start over again. “You were going to suck that useless reg's cock if we hadn't been there, weren't you? You fucking whore...”

Heat blooms in your cheeks at the sound of Crosshair's poison, and in retaliation, you rake your teeth lightly over his shaft as you pull back. He clenches his jaw and lets out a loud hiss, curling his fingers tightly into your hair as you gently bite the head of his cock. You pull him out with a soft pop and encircle the base of him with your thumb and index finger, forming a tight ring as you begin to stroke him. A low moan rolls out of Crosshair as your other hand leaves his thigh and makes contact with his balls, caressing them tenderly. You hold your fingers in place as he starts to thrust through them, groaning loudly when the knot in his core pulls tighter.

“I'm close, cyaré,” he pants. “Your mouth...now.”

“Nayç, Crosshair. You will give her nothing,” Tech mandates, seeing Crosshair's expression start to sour. “The wait will be worth it, I assure you.”

Crosshair huffs and pulls back from you, his thighs trembling from the tension while he fights to stay in check, realizing that as usual, Tech is correct. Spilling his seed now would only result in being able to fill you that much less when he finally gets to fuck you. He sits back down next to you and watches Tech draw his fingers tirelessly in and out while he rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger, listening to your divine whimpering. Your walls clamp down around him with each small contraction, and he watches your legs shudder as he drives you dangerously close to your peak.

“I can feel your cunt tighten around my fingers, mésh'la. Do you want my cock that badly?”

“Fuck me, Tech,” you whine, reaching out for him. “I want to come for you...gedet'ye, ner cyaré.”

Tech intercepts your hand and leans forward to kiss your palm with a deviant chuckle. “That is not what I asked you, although it is rather endearing to hear you beg. I've no intention of releasing you just yet.” He pulls his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet, sticky sound, admiring how creamy his fingers look coated with your secretions. His fingers trail from your pussy down to your ass cheeks, and you feel him rubbing your juices on your tight hole. You gasp at the intrusion, your heart beginning to race as Tech firmly pushes, but doesn't enter.

“Will you let me in, cyar'íka? I know this is new for you, and I can sense your intimidation. There is something that will help loosen you up and prepare you for us...”

“Us?” you ask nervously. “That means you both want to...?”

Crosshair chuckles and takes one of your hands, squeezing it reassuringly. “We both want to fuck that pretty little ass of yours. It's been on our to-do list for a long time.” He reaches over to the nightstand and takes the anal plug and the remote, handing them to Tech. You hear the drawer open as Crosshair rummages around for the bottle of lube you always keep in there. “This isn't going to hurt a bit. But, use your safe word if you're not into it.”

Tech moves his finger away and you quietly groan when the cool tip of the plug take its place. You hear the snap of the lube bottle as Tech dribbles a little onto the plug and smears some over you. “I will go slowly, my love. Just relax, and when I tell you to push out, do it; the entrance will be much easier for you.”

“Crosshair – ” you utter apprehensively.

“You've got this, baby, don't worry,” Crosshair murmurs into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “I'm right here. Nothing is going to happen to you.”

Tech nudges the tip of the plug a fraction into you, watching your mouth drop open as you already feel the stretching. He pushes it a little deeper, keeping close watch on you for signs of overt pain. You let out a soft hiss as you're stretched a little wider, and Tech stops to grab the remote. “This might feel a little strange, but it will help with the discomfort.” He pushes the button for the lowest setting, breath catching in your throat at the intense vibrations. “Now bear down a little...you are taking this remarkably well. That's my good girl.”

You exhale sharply and push, feeling the plug slide in with less resistance. Tech carefully maneuvers it until you reach its full diameter. You groan softly at how tightly you feel stretched, Tech pausing when he sees you're uncomfortable. He takes the thumb of his open hand and starts rubbing your clit. Within moments, your pelvic floor loosens enough to let him ease the rest of it into you. He pushes the base of the plug flush against you and then activates the next level of vibration, watching with amusement when your hands clamp over your mouth, fighting the urge to scream as you swivel your hips.

“Fascinating, Crosshair,” Tech says as he shifts back from you, “I do believe she is experiencing nearly the same level of pleasure that you and I do, when we use similar implements. How does it feel, love?”

“Really full, but not in a negative way,” you reply. “It just feels like everything from the waist down is vibrating, which is...”

“Strange,” Crosshair interjects. “You get used to it, trust me. But right now, I think the more important thing is who gets to fuck you first, hm? You need to see how wet Tech and I are for you,” he says, his sultry voice dripping black ichor. “I don't think you'll need these anymore.”

He lifts the lenses away from your eyes, then pulls them off your head and sets them on the nightstand. Blinking owlishly as you acclimate to the light of your bedroom, it registers that Tech lies on his back before you, propped up on an elbow with his fully primed cock in hand. You can see wetness blossoming from the tip, ready to weep onto his stomach; your mouth waters just thinking about diving between his legs and bleeding him white. Letting your eyes roam their way up his lean, muscular frame, you eventually meet his gaze, his deep amber eyes harboring a mischievous glint.

“Cyaré, you have no idea how loud your thoughts are...it is almost deafening,” Tech teases, stroking his cock slowly as he beckons to you and points between his legs. “Come and let me whet your appetite, baby...show me how starved you are.”

Tech reclines fully, bringing up his legs as you align yourself between them. You wrap an arm around one of his thighs, taking ownership of his hot, swollen length and eagerly bringing him to your lips. He exhales sharply and curses under his breath as you delicately kiss the head of his cock, letting your tongue skillfully glide around it, hearing him moan as you let the tip of your tongue graze the tiny slit. Forming a ring with your fingers just under his glans, you apply steady pressure until another bead of pre-cum oozes out, using it to lubricate your thumb as you flick it along his frenulum. Tech moans deeply when his legs start to twitch, and you stifle laughter as you dig your nails into his thigh.

“Who's hungry, Tech? I'm starting to think it isn't me!” you taunt as he looks up to see a devilish look on your face.

“Sassy little minx, aren't you? Crosshair, the remote, if you please. Turn it up a few more levels and adjust cuun cyaré's undesirable attitude.”

“With only the greatest pleasure,” Crosshair replies with ominous laughter. He takes the remote and pushes it a few more times, the speed and intensity of the vibrations making you lyelp. He laughs even more when your hand flies to your ass to cover the plug. “I advise you to stay on task. Show Tech how nicely you can take his cock, instead of being so fucking mouthy.”

Tech stretches out his legs and you reposition yourself on your knees, resting your hands on his thighs. You close your eyes and moan blissfully as the vibrating seemingly spreads inside your cleft, tickling your walls and making your clit pulse. Your hands creep their way up, rocking forward on your knees until you reach his hips, gripping them as your tongue emerges to lick him base to tip. Tech runs his fingers through your hair and cradles the back of your head when one of your hands envelops him, squeezing firmly as it travels its way upward.

You let a bit of saliva pool in your mouth before you let it drip over the swollen head of his cock, cupping it as you roll your fingers and palm around to massage him. He tilts his hips and groans as you start back down his shaft, the hand on your head urging you forward until he's nudged against your lips. You start to inch him in, flattening out your tongue as he disappears farther into your mouth, your muted moaning sending vibrations all through his cock. You hear his breath catch as you rise, showing him just how skilled you are, sucking vigorously while your hand twists expertly around him.

Crosshair watches you attentively, admiring the view of your plug-filled ass and the blossom of your pussy, your outer lips spread wide open. His cock stirs when he sees a long bead of your slick clinging to your outer lips and he starts stroking himself again, the edging paying off as he grows rock hard quickly. He gets to his knees and aligns himself behind you, resting his hands upon the plush globes of your ass. He chuckles, seeing you pause for a moment and let out a muffled whimper, knowing you fear he's going to spank you again. Tenderly, he massages your soft flesh, nudging one of your legs to the side with his knee as he inches forward enough to let the head of his cock kiss your entrance.

“It's always such a delight to see how wet you get when you're sucking cock, kitten. Time to give that hungry pussy a little taste of dessert,” he says, taking one of your hips in his hand as his other takes hold of his cock to guide its way into you. Crosshair closes his eyes, breathing out forcefully as he sinks deeper into the tight channel, moaning softly at the sensation of the plug vibrating through the thin wall of muscle, tickling his cock and inviting him to spill inside you. You can hear his breathing becoming inconsistent as he seats himself completely inside you, trying to stay in check in the battle against the plug and your constricting walls. Holding still, he closes his hand around your other hip, gripping your waist as he refocuses, pulling himself back until he's almost out of you.

“Is she...hnngg...to your liking, vod?” Tech grunts as you hungrily suck on the head of his cock, feeling him starting to swell and tense in your hand, well on his way to his climax.

“So fucking hot and wet,” Crosshair replies, letting out another moan as he pushes his way back in, earning a cry of pleasure from you as his swollen tip kisses your cervix. Now he begins to move, pumping his hips gradually and watching himself plunge in and out, his cock getting coated with your cream each time he withdraws. It isn't long before he speeds up, the sound of skin on skin lewd each time his hips collide noisily with your ass. “That's it, my little slut, take my cock,” he growls, taking a fistful of your hair and fucking you harder.

Tech starts to sit up, propping himself on an elbow as he takes your chin in his other hand, resisting the urge to moan as the arousal in his core threatens to spiral out of control. “Cyar'íka, stop... I'm...too close,” he pants, lifting your head up off his throbbing length, perilously near to exploding in your mouth. Knowing you can no longer compete between sucking on him or being fucked by Crosshair, Tech gingerly moves back from you and gets to his knees, coming to your side to reach underneath you. Without interrupting Crosshair's momentum, he finds your clit easily, the tiny nubbin already slick with wetness and aching to be teased.

The moment his fingertip touches you, a lusty moan springs forth as you stretch your arms out in front of you, lowering yourself onto the bed. “Touch me,” you plead, moaning plaintively as Tech applies a little friction and swipes his fingers back and forth over your clit. “Please let me come...”

You let out a startled yelp as Crosshair lightly slaps one of your ass cheeks and presses his palm down on the middle of your back, slowing down his thrusting to a lazy rocking. “Begging is childish, unflattering, and beneath you, cyaré. Big girls use their words when they want something.” He yanks you back against him, sinking himself all the way in with one fluid motion. You let out a cry as his cock stretches your pussy to the fullest, flexing as he feels the plug vibrating much more acutely. He retreats, stopping as the head of his cock spreads your entrance open, pausing momentarily before he shoves himself back into you, burying himself to the hilt.

“Look at that famished little cunt, swallowing me whole,” Crosshair observes as he slowly pulls back, once more parking himself at your entrance. Swiftly, he bucks his hips into you, each word punctuated with a forceful thrust. “One...would...think...we...never...feed...you!” A primal sounding growl rips from his throat as he grabs your ass, holding on tightly as he returns to fucking you hard and fast, your cries of ecstasy driving him into a frenzy.

Tech's nimble fingers return between your legs to seek out their quarry, the sensitive bundle of nerves screaming for relief. Each slippery pass over your clit sends rippling shockwaves of pleasure through you, amplified by the wild buzzing of the plug and Crosshair's thick cock massaging your sweet spot with each forward surge. Deep-seated moans pour out of you as Tech flicks his fingertip along the underside of your clit, luscious heat spreading like wildfire. Your thighs start to quake against their will as you're being launched closer to your apex, hoping that you will be granted the release you so desperately want.

“Fuck, I'm so close...” you nearly sob as you feel Crosshair's cock tightening up, your inner walls catching him in a stranglehold.

He groans loudly and bites his lower lip, struggling to remain disciplined and deny himself release until Tech calls him off. Loosening the grip on your waist, he rests his hands on your ass to let you take over. Pressing your face into the blanket, you start throwing back against him, your ass clapping against his hips in a vulgar staccato. Crosshair moans as he watches his cock vanish into the depths of your pussy, the coil of arousal winding tightly. “Hurry up, vod, I'm not going to last much longer at this rate,” he chokes out, feeling the burning tension in his thighs.

“Patience is a virtue, Crosshair,” Tech replies as he switches techniques, grasping your clit between his thumb and forefinger as he fondles you, the sensation of your hood being pulled along its sides almost tipping you over the edge. “She's nearly there,” he confirms, seeing your face alight with sheer felicity. He squeezes your clit between his fingers just a little, stroking you fervently until he feels you dripping onto his hand.

“Tech, I... Fuck, I'm gonna...”

“Cyar'íka, are you all right? Do you want us to stop?” he asks, growing alarmed when you refuse to answer him.

“Now, Crosshair!”

Tech releases your clit as Crosshair pulls out and falls back against the mound of pillows, panting as he resists the urge to finish himself off. An angry sounding sob bursts from you as you ball up your fist and slam it down, dismayed by the sudden lack of stimulation. Tech looks over at Crosshair, great concern etched all over his face as Crosshair's eyes widen, with the question of did we go too far? racing through their minds, completely taken aback by your reaction. Slowly, you get yourself upright, sitting back on your feet as your hands cover your face, unbidden tears of frustration stinging your eyes. Tech reaches out for you, closing his hand around your forearm and noticing that you're quivering.

“Ayósa, please...this is important. We didn't hurt you, did we?” Crosshair asks uneasily as he reaches for the remote, turning off the plug before he sits up and gently lays a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, baby, talk to us. Did we do something wrong?”

You take your hands away from your face and let them drop into your lap. Tech lets go of your arm and gets up to sit in front of you, taking your chin in his hand to lift your head until your eyes meet his. He watches as tears cloud your vision and roll down your cheeks, your expression devoid of emotion. A thick lump forms in your throat as you try to think of something to say that won't end up seeming like misdirected anger. Tech's words from earlier ring hollow in your mind - “...I have my methods, and they're exceedingly efficient...”

“You were right, Tech. Your methods of punishment are efficient, so congratulations...you win. Honestly, I didn't know you have a sadistic streak,” you reply with disconcerting flatness.

“I am a great many things, ner cyaré, but a sadist is not one of them,” Tech says, brushing your hair away from your face as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “I did not consider that denying you pleasure to an extreme may cause undue stress to such a degree. For that, I am most sorry. Gedet'ye...forgive me. Forgive us.”

Crosshair presses himself up against your back, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and crossing the other over your chest, resting his head on top of yours. Your hands cover his, interlacing your fingers as he squeezes you tightly. He takes a deep breath and exhales loudly through his nose while he carefully chooses his next words.

“Cyar'íka,I have never deviated from the belief that there is a great deal of beauty in vulnerability. It is a state of being that requires the utmost trust between two people, because you are sharing a part of yourself kept locked away, and once it's in the hands of another, you hope it won't be abused. Tonight, you've done just that; you have laid bare your vulnerabilities for us, trusted without question, and done things that are new and intimidating.

We never know what we are truly capable of until we are pushed to our limits, but you have shown us that you are remarkably strong and resilient, coupled with a ferocious need to please. Tech and I would never dare jeopardize our bond with you by willfully manipulating your mind and body to our own selfish ends. So if I have done something to hurt you, cyaré, I apologize.”

He lifts his hand from your chest, bringing his lips to the back of your hand, kissing it softly. Tech follows suit, plucking your other hand from your waist to leave a warm, tender kiss upon it before he presses it to his face. You turn to look at him and you see that sweet, boyish grin that you've never been able to resist. The pent-up frustration simmering just under the surface dissipates when you remind yourself that these are your men, they love you, and this is just a game. Leaning your head back against Crosshair's shoulder, you reach up and run your fingers up his neck and into his hair, hearing him sigh contentedly in your ear.

“Do you want to continue, love? There will be no more discipline tonight,” Tech asks quietly. “You have been extraordinarily patient with us, and now everything to come is for you. For all of us, really.” Your hesitance to respond spreads tendrils of uneasiness through his chest, and he quickly adds, “O-only if you desire it, of course.”

“Is that a promise?”

“No more games,” Crosshair says, sliding his hands down your sides and over the curves of your hips. He cups your cheeks and spreads them, feeling his cock stir upon seeing your hole stretched tightly around the plug. “You should be more than adequately prepared down there for us, now. Push out when I tell you, baby. It'll make it easier to take this out.”

He takes the base of the plug and starts pulling it, a soft moan rising from you as the sense of fullness lessens. Crosshair's free hand closes down on your shoulder as the thickest part of the plug starts to emerge, pausing when you let out a soft grunt of discomfort. “Bear down, cyaré...it's almost out. That's my good girl...just a little more,” he says softly, watching as your hole flares out, the plug appearing with a crude sticky sound. He reaches over and deposits the plug and the remote on the nightstand, taking the bottle of lube to drizzle some into his hand. “Now comes the fun part. You're going to feel my fingers inside you, but before I do this, this is your last chance to tell us if you still want to finish.”

“We're not done tonight until we've all come enough to almost pass out,” you reply. “No more edging, no more teasing, no more bullshit. Let's just fuck until we can't see straight.”

Tech's eyebrows raise at your candor, looking over at Crosshair as he nods agreeably. “I still have not had the pleasure of being in your pussy tonight, my love, so let me rectify that. Switch spots with me, Crosshair, for what you and I envisioned is going to require some creative maneuvering to achieve.” Tech takes your chin in his hand and looks at you, his eyes filled with adoration. “...and I very much want to see your beautiful face while we do this.” He leans in and brushes his lips over yours; they automatically part as your tongue reunites with his when he enters your mouth for a deep, ardent kiss.

Crosshair gets up and comes around to the foot of your bed, Tech taking his place and fluffing up the pillows before sinking into them. He waits patiently with arms outstretched, wanting you to climb atop and fall into his loving embrace. Delicately, you straddle his lap and nestle him between your folds. He pulls you down against his chest, your hands coming to his shoulders as he touches his forehead to yours, slowly lifting his hips. You drag yourself along his cock, coating him with your slickness as you meet him halfway. His hot, swollen tip connects with your entrance and his hands find their way to your hips, sinking himself into an inferno.

“Oh, mésh'la,” Tech moans lustily as your pussy greets him with an amorous kiss of its own, vise-like walls instantly constricting around him. “Ride me... You feel so good, cyaré...”

His hands roam their way up your back, fingers curling over your shoulders as he draws you to him once more until you're nose-to-nose. You slip your hands behind his back, mirroring him by closing your hands around his broad, muscular shoulders. Tech wastes no time, his mouth capturing yours for impassioned kisses as he starts thrusting. Eager hands return to your waist, holding you steady while you bounce on his cock a little faster. Flames lick your cleft each time his thick, engorged tip massages your sweet spot, the pulsing in your clit driving you mad.

Pulling one of your arms away from him, you wedge your hand down between your legs to finally give yourself much-needed relief. The tight fit between your body and Tech's works to your advantage, letting your fingertips provide greater friction as they press down and dance over the little node of overtaxed nerves. Tech lets out a breathy groan when your walls contract around him, fighting your grip as he withdraws from you, marveling at the way you're so adept at controlling your body while knowing precisely how to pleasure him. Your clit blazes with heat as you rub it faster to stay with the tempo of his driving hips, the low growling emanating from him the tell that he's already chasing his orgasm.

Crosshair watches you work your magic, and smears some of the residual lube on his fingers over his cock, stroking lazily and not having to wait long before his erection returns. He can see your hole opening slightly each time Tech spikes his cock all the way in, using the opportunity to park himself behind you, parting your cheeks just a little. You let out a surprised gasp and Crosshair pats your ass. “It's all right. Now you're going to feel my fingers, so relax and open up for me.” Burying your head against Tech's neck, a prolonged sigh draws from you as Crosshair easily slips in his index finger, penetrating you a few times before adding his middle. You hear him groan when he sees how stretched your hole is around him while he pumps his fingers in and out.

“Fuck, baby, you're so loose for me,” Crosshair whispers in fascination, scarcely believing that the moaning flooding out of you is because you're enjoying it. “How does that feel? Is this all right?”

“ 's better than all right,” you pant doggedly, almost letting out a scream as Crosshair's fingertips push downward and apply pressure. “So fucking tight and full...faster, Cross, don't stop,” you plead.

He doesn't hesitate, ramping up his pace until he's incessantly drilling into you. Your euphoric cries blend with Tech's deep-chested moans as your pussy throttles his cock in a death grip, thanks to Crosshair's intruding fingers narrowing your channel. You plant a hand on Tech's chest, pushing yourself up for a precarious balancing act as your hand mindlessly strays between your legs, clit slippery with the web of your juices. Tech's hold on your svelte hips tightens as he watches you work it for him, fingers swiping across the swollen nub at a frantic momentum. Head back with eyes shut, you're driving yourself higher up the cliff, needing both your men to catapult you off the edge and headlong into rapture.

“C-Cross...fuck me... I n-n-oh, gods-need your cock... Need that big cock,” you whimper.

You needn't ask twice, for a toothy grin spreads across his lean face as he pushes his fingers in up to the knuckles, his fingers stroking the wall of muscle separating him from Tech. A low growl builds in his throat as he feels your pussy suddenly contract along with Tech's cock jerking forcibly. “Ósik, baby...you've got it. I'm all yours,” he rasps, easing his fingers out and moaning softly as the cavernous gape of your hole awaits him. Crosshair scrambles for the bottle of lube, hands trembling in anticipation as he pours out a good amount into his palm, then drips more onto you.

He rubs his fingertips around your hole, massaging in the lube as he reaches down to apply the rest to his cock, aching to live out his fantasy. Tech spreads his legs apart a little farther and brings up his knees to allow Crosshair ample space. Lining up with your glistening puckered flesh, he presses his tip against you and languidly sinks into the depths of your ass with no resistance. He rests a hand on Tech's knee while his other grabs one of your cheeks, holding it to the side as he starts to fuck you. An unbridled scream of pleasure claws its way out of you at the sensation of two thick cocks, redefining the definition of fullness as they draw the line between just enough and too much. A stream of half-whispered, half-moaned curses from Tech and a rousing groan from Crosshair make you clench down around them both and rub your clit with even more fervor.

“So this is what...this feels like,” Tech grunts with exertion as he feels Crosshair through your narrow barrier. “Move together with me, vod, like we are rocking cyar'íka to sleep.”

The cadence of his thrusting slows as he waits for Crosshair to match his movements, and it isn't long until the two of them synchronize, purposely dragging their cocks to and fro with agonizing sluggishness. The volcanic heat bubbling within you rises ever higher, a cataclysmic eruption on the horizon. You hold still as Tech and Crosshair fuck you at a solid clip, and you realize it does feel like you're being rocked, although not to sleep. Rocked into the next fucking galaxy, you think. Unfettered moaning from both men fills the room, growing louder as they feel you constrict your floor around them.

“That's the way, kitten...we're all yours,” Crosshair whispers hotly, taking his hand off Tech's knee to bring his arm around you, cupping your breast and taking your nipple between his fingers. “Take what you need from us...we'll give you anything, cuun cyaré,” he moans as he feels Tech's cock starting to swell, with his responding in kind after another contraction around them both.

“Fuck...me...harder...” you hoarsely groan, each word jouncing out of you. “Fill the well and...m-make me come.”

“Mésh'la...naú'ul be kár'ta, whatever you desire,” Tech replies, his eyes closing and mouth going slack as instinct takes hold, the rutting of his hips becoming manic.

Crosshair's hips carom off your ass as he adapts to Tech's pace, pinching and tugging on your nipple the faster he ruts. He leans in and seeks out your neck, lips showering you with heated kisses before his tongue emerges to lick away your sweat. You let out a strangled cry when his mouth latches onto you, sucking on the thin, sensitive skin to gift you with his mark of ownership. Abruptly, he reaches between your legs and pushes your hand out of the way, wanting to be the one to lead you to bliss.

“Let it all go, baby...we've got you,” Crosshair reassures, his fingers waltzing over your clit. “You're so fucking hard for me, my sweet, precious girl. I know you're close. Don't hold anything back.”

The knot of arousal pulls tighter, threatening to unravel as the searing heat and electric pulsing concentrates in your center, unable to control your walls from clinching around both men. Crosshair holds you against his dripping wet chest, parking his head in the hollow of your neck. He nimbly adjusts his fingers so that he's stroking your clit between his thumb and the index, his moans vibrating against your neck as the tiny organ throbs between them. Crosshair's cock twitches and swells, the rough thrusting giving way to unstable shallow bucking, on the precipice of his own climax. Tech's eyes snap open at the encroaching tightness, greeted by the look of exhilaration on your face as you're ready to tumble off the mountaintop.

“Cross, make me come, baby...make me come,” you utter with a squeak, trying to catch your breath. “Fill me up...don't stop...n-need you both... Ni kar'tayl gar darásuum...”

Crosshair's fingers jerk over your clit a few more times and now there's no holding back the screaming as your orgasm breaks, nor the tears of pleasure streaming down your face as the floodgates open. Your walls spasm violently around both men, a sharp gasp and throaty moaning coming from Tech as you grind your hips and bear down in an attempt to expel him. His cock slips out of you along with a gush of your juices that drenches his groin and thighs, a shuddering groan coming from Crosshair as he feels the spatter on his legs.

His protective hold on you strengthens as you wriggle in his arms, trying to free yourself from his determined fingers that are still stroking your clit, pushing you dangerously into overstimulation. Your breath comes in great heaving sobs as he surges back into you, no longer penned in with Tech on the other side. He lets go of you and pulls himself away from your neck, running his hands down your body until they connect with your ass cheeks. Gripping them hard, he cants his hips up into you, cock stiffening with each successive thrust.

Crosshair pumps himself into you with a few short strokes before burying all the way in, stretching you to the absolute limit. His cock pulses in waves, with a guttural snarl breaking out of him as he comes, painting your depths with ropes of his hot seed. You hear him huffing laboriously when he lets go of your ass to drape himself around you, his arms encircling you in a crushing embrace. Rising slowly, he holds you by the shoulders, pulling out of you and pausing as the head of his cock is about to pop out, fixated on how perfect your hole looks spread around him. As a parting gift, he pushes back into you for a few more lazy thrusts, supremely amused by the suggestive wet noises following each one.

“Un-fucking-real...like something from one of those holoporn flicks,” he says, laughing in disbelief as he pulls out of you. “I knew you could do it...you're tougher than rancor hide, you know that?” He leaves tiny kisses along the back of your damp neck, then takes you by the chin to turn your face to his, lips connecting with yours for a warmhearted expression of his devotion. “Thank you, cyaré, for letting me,” he whispers.

Crosshair retreats to the foot of the bed and Tech groans as he bring his legs back down, stiff from having held them apart for so long. You climb off him and flop onto your back, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. Tech watches you reach between your legs, reflexively spreading your outer lips and letting your fingers glide over your clit to glaze them with your slick. He quietly clears his throat and you look up, seeing those amber eyes bright and half-hooded by arousal. “You are not done yet, cyar'íka.Crosshair told you earlier he and I both wanted to pleasure you anally, and now it is my turn. Do you still feel physically capable of doing so?”

“Didn't you hear what Cross just said? I'm a porn star now, so yes, I've got another round left in me,” you reply mischievously, rising and turning around to lightly shake your ass at him.

Crosshair reaches over and swats your ass playfully. “I said no such thing, kitten, and you know it. I want to see you on all fours like a good girl for Tech by the time I get out of that 'fresher, all right?” You watch him as he walks toward the refresher, somehow in his nakedness looking even more graceful and fluid. He stops in the doorway and looks over at you and Tech. “Don't start without me, vod.”

You hear the running of water as Crosshair cleans himself up, and Tech gets to his knees to encompass your cheeks in his large hands. He spreads you apart, a frothy trickle of Crosshair's spend appearing as your hole loosens and flares out. His thumb swipes and collects the mess before it can reach your folds, daubing it back onto you before he pushes his thumb inside. Tech laughs and watches with rapt interest while you rock yourself back and forth, wantonly moaning.

“As interesting as this is to watch you sate your desire on my fingers, I would much rather sink my cock into you and fuck you senseless,” Tech remarks, reaching down between his legs to touch himself, his cock still damp from you squirting on him. His fingers graze the weeping tip, fresh with a new droplet of pre-cum. “I want to hear you scream my name when I release,” he continues, his silky voice husky with passion.

You lean forward and Tech pulls his thumb out, watching as you take your cheeks in your hands, spreading them wide to put yourself on display for him. “Then come fuck my ass, Tech... Wanna feel you stretch me out... Ruin me...”

“Mésh'la...” Tech returns almost inaudibly, stunned by your brazen vulgarity. “Sa gar vercópa, ner cyare.”

“You heard the lady, Tech!” Crosshair teases as he steps out of the refresher, coming back around to sit at the foot of the bed. He runs his hand through your hair and leans down to kiss you. “Now you've asked for it, kitten. Better hold onto something!”

Tech picks up the bottle of lube and pours some into his hand, dipping two fingers into it before spreading it over your hole. You hear the wet, viscous sound of him applying the rest of the lube to his cock, and you find yourself unable to fight off the anticipatory frisson racing up your spine. Tech chuckles and presses the head of his cock against you, putting a hand on your ass to stop you from backing up into him. “Patience, love. I want to give you a choice in the way I take you. Would you prefer this from behind, or would you like to give Crosshair the pleasure of seeing you from the front while I fuck you?”

“Mmm, why not both? You got to see him take me from the back, so I want to extend the courtesy,” you reply, your voice turning low and sultry.

“Who am I to deny you? Take a deep breath, cyaré, and remember what I want from you,” he replies, pushing himself through the ring of muscle and moaning at the velvety heat enveloping him.

A sibilant hiss comes from you as his thick length stretches you out with a pleasurable slow burn. Tech sinks farther into you, letting go of his cock in favor of taking your other ass cheek, almost overwhelmed by how different it feels to be tucked inside you this way. “I should not have waited so long to do this,” he groans, closing his eyes as he concentrates on the way you're rhythmically squeezing around him until he's fully seated inside you. “Ó-ósik, cyar'íka,” he gasps as your walls ripple around him, his cock responding with a few jerks of its own. “I... Fuck... Extraordinary,” he marvels breathlessly to himself.

“Just wait until you get going,” Crosshair says, watching Tech's hands take you by the waist, gently rocking himself into you. “It's like nothing you've ever felt, ner vod, I promise you. I wish you could see herfrom this angle, taking you like it's nothing.”

You settle your upper half onto the bed, resting your head on your hands while heat creeps into your face at Crosshair's rare words of high praise. Glancing up, you catch him looking down upon you with pure veneration in his dark eyes and a half-smile softening his angular features. He reaches out and pets you tenderly, brushing your hair out of your face before stroking your cheek with his fingertip. You moan softly through parted lips as Tech finds a suitable rhythm, pulling you back against him a little harder. He sucks in air loudly through his teeth as you constrict around his swollen cock each time he retreats, deliberately provoking him to hurry up.

“Keep doing that, love, and this will be over faster than both of us desire,” Tech warns you, the strain from trying to stay focused evident in his voice.

“Which will be no fun for me,” Crosshair adds, leaning back on one hand as he reaches down between his legs to start stroking himself once more. “Seeing that beautiful little pussy of yours with Tech buried in your ass is a 2 for 1 show I'm not about to miss.”

Shifting yourself up onto your elbows, you bunch the blanket up tightly in clenched fists. One of Tech's hands closes around your hip as he reaches out and lets his fingertips dance their way down your spine. He takes you by the hair, your eyes shooting open in surprise as he pulls your head back, effectively locking you in place. Promptly, he buries himself to the maximum and gives pause as his hips press firmly against your ass. Chuckling smugly with satisfaction, Tech admires how effortlessly you've taken him without fussing.

He doesn't make you wait long before he begins again, this time using short, teasing strokes. His fingers wind tighter into your hair as your shallow gasps transform into fervid moans, providing him the impetus to lengthen each movement, plunging deep with every thrust. Tech inhales sharply as you curve your spine and tilt your ass up, hearing you whimper when the head of his cock glides past your G-spot, inadvertently stimulating it. He lets go of your hair and pushes on your shoulder, easing you back down before he shifts and leans over, caging you between his arms.

“What was that, mésh'la? Would you like me to keep doing that?” he inquires with a husky whisper.

“ 's the...oh fuck, Tech,” you mumble as he drags his cock nearly all the way out. “...spot...'s the spot, don't stop...need it...need you, just fuck me.”

Tech drives back in fluidly, finding your cries of elation particularly endearing when he grinds his hips against you. He's secretly thrilled, now knowing that he no longer has to be buried in your pussy in order to reach your most sacred of places. His hands come to rest atop yours, persuading you to let go of the blanket. Fingers push between yours and lovingly interweave with them as he takes advantage of this new angle, inching out of you unhurriedly before slipping back in. But tenderness loses all meaning when Tech bucks into you with newfound vigor, each pass of his cock drawing out feral outcries of deepest pleasure from you.

He lets go of one of your hands and without breaking rhythm, reaches between your legs. Two fingers swipe through your folds and pull fresh wetness up over your throbbing clit. Tech orbits the pad of his index finger around you, moaning softly when your hand comes down to join his, briefly helping him caress you. Sliding two of your fingers into your pussy, you push upwards and wait for a moment, eager to feel his cock glide past. Your fingertips flitter soundly over your anterior wall, catching his tip on the retreat. A deep moan rumbles out of him and he thrusts into you, going still as he struggles to exercise restraint. Tech lets go of your other hand and slings his arm around you to pull you to his chest.

“We're almost done, love; just hold on a little longer for me. I know you have it in you, ner mésh'la bal kotyç ayósa.”

He encircles your waist with his other arm and begins to rise, taking the greatest of care to ensure he stays merged with you. Closing your eyes, you clasp your hands between your breasts while Tech straightens, his breath hot against your cheek. He presses his lips to your temple as the two of you fall back into the pillows with a soft thump. Hands slide under your back and guide you upright, waiting for you to bring your arms down on either side of him. Your eyes flutter open when Tech reaches underneath and cups your ass cheeks, giving them a reaffirming squeeze.

“Bring your feet up onto my thighs,” he directs you. “I know what you're thinking, and you aren't going to hurt me. Crosshair, help her into position, please.”

“Tuck your knees up, baby. Come on, I've got you,” Crosshair assures as his hands close around your calves, hoisting you up onto Tech and chuckling as he watches you slightly wobble. “Tech won't let you fall, and neither will I.” He leans down between your legs, slipping his tongue between your folds and helping himself to a taste before taking your clit between his lips. He tenderly suckles on you for a moment, then pulls away to leave a soft kiss upon it. As he rises, his eyes narrow and a predatory smile appears, his tongue snaking out to lick at one of his canines. “Give him everything you've got, sweetheart. I want to see both of you come together.”

Crosshair moves off to your side and Tech lets you take over for the moment to find a comfortable rhythm, holding onto your ass tighter as you unsteadily rise and fall upon him. You being on top lets Tech sink in like never before, each stroke magnifying the pleasure tenfold. It doesn't take long until you become confident in your ability and are bouncing snappily on his cock with ease. You let out a loud whine as Crosshair reaches back down between your legs to brush the flat of his thumb over your clit. He applies a little pressure and rubs you intently, reigniting exquisite heat and tingling inside and out. You look up at him, meeting eyes gleaming with persistent hunger just before he leans down to latch onto one of your pert nipples.

Crosshair takes his thumb away from your clit and trails the tip of his middle finger through your folds. He sinks it in and sweeps along your anterior wall, moaning against your breast with each minuscule contraction tightening you around him. Instinctively, you ramp up your speed and summon every ounce of your stamina, ignoring the burning of your muscles as you ride Tech for all you're worth. His heavy moaning gives way to your name falling from his lips like an invocation, spurring you on as you feel the next release rapidly approaching.

“Ósik... Let me, baby... I can't – Fuck, so perfect...” he groans, renewing his grip on your ass cheeks as he retakes command, aggressively spiking into you.

Crosshair releases your nipple with a wet pop, giving it a cheeky little nip as he pulls his finger out of your pussy and sticks it in his mouth to suck it clean. He laughs when you whimper and takes his leave from your side, repositioning himself in front of you on his knees. His cock hangs thick and heavy, pre-cum drooling from the head, silently demanding the unchecked arousal be satiated. A brief glimpse between your legs tells him that time is of the essence as your slick leaks freely from you and drips onto Tech's quickly firming balls. “Eyes on me, love...there isn't much time.”

Your eyes lock on his and he draws a hand down his body, leering at you when it passes over the fine trail of silvery hair on his lower abdomen. With a wink of his tattooed eye, he picks up where he left off, brusquely stroking his cock and reaching between your legs to palm your mound. Tech jerks up his hips roughly, shifting his hands from your ass over to your aching hamstrings. The newfound support is energizing, helping you spear yourself on his cock with renewed strength. Tech's breathing grows shallow and ragged, groaning hoarsely as he feels himself starting to unravel.

Crosshair's thumb skims over your clit, stroking himself harder as he drinks in the sight of you bathed in sweat, seeing nothing but unadulterated love in your eyes. “I know you're tired, cyaré, but I know you have more left in you. Be a good girl and come on Tech's cock, sweetheart. You're both so close.”

Tech falters as he reaches the cusp of his orgasm, thrusting growing progressively erratic while fighting the innate urge to restrain you and unload every last drop of his seed. His fingertips dig painfully into your legs, thighs quivering under your feet, all his self-control nearly exhausted. Cautiously, you slow down, realizing he's holding on until the last possible second, wanting you to finish before he does. Crosshair pushes down on your clit and rubs firmly, a half-choked curse emanating from Tech when your pussy tenses around him.

“Cross, please...just like that,” you whisper heatedly, seconds away from ascending back into nirvana.

“I know what you need, mésh'la. Come for me, baby...”

Crosshair's words of encouragement and a few deft flicks of his thumb tip the scales. Your head snaps back, crying out his name as you're pushed over the edge, new heat and electricity sizzling in your core. Tech can't stop from loudly moaning, feeling himself being suffocated by each powerful contraction. He lets go of your legs and roughly grabs your waist, pulling you down and ramming all the way in. Stars flare behind your eyes, his name rushing out of you in a cry of shock. It morphs into a scream when you feel his cock tauten and pulsate, spurting hot jets of cum into your recesses.

Tech runs blindly on outright instinct as he rides out his orgasm, scarcely giving you time to breathe before his hands return to support your legs. Without hesitation he returns to fucking you, each thrust wringing a soft moan from you as milky rivulets of his seed flow out of you and down his cock, dripping onto his inner thighs. Crosshair calls your name and you look up to see him pumping himself through a closed fist. The muscles of his abdomen tense with every breath he takes, and you watch his open hand come to his balls and gently tug on them. He bites his lower lip and with a brutish grunt, releases what he has left all over your chest and stomach.

Tech slows his movements when he hears you cursing and moaning Crosshair's name, and makes one last push into you before his endurance is finally sapped. He slides his hands down your calves, taking you by the ankles and setting your feet back down on the bed. Still trying to catch his breath, he pats your thigh a few times and waits for you to dismount. You lift yourself at a snail's pace, feeling nothing but warmth as his softening cock slips from your body. Your legs are useless blobs of jelly, giving out when you attempt to shift forward and instead fall into Crosshair's waiting arms. He ignores the sticky mess he left all over you and crushes you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, hearing a muffled hiccuping sigh rising from you.

“Shhhh, it's over now, baby. It's all over. You're all right,” he murmurs, stroking your back. “You were absolutely perfect, cyar'íka. I can't begin to tell you how hot that was.” You chuckle weakly, unable to form a cohesive thought. “I'm serious. I think this is a first, but you managed to completely wear out Tech. Just look.”

You turn back to see Tech with his face buried in his hands, at long last experiencing the aftermath of his orgasm. He lies motionless, body glistening with sweat. You can't help but crack a smile at the thought of you being the one to make him, the almighty Tech, succumb to such a hedonistic act. You break free of Crosshair's embrace and sit at Tech's feet, running your fingers over one of his shins. He barely registers the touch, making only small sounds of contentment while you pet him.

“Tech? Cyaré? You still in there?” you inquire with a hint of mirth.

Tech uncovers his face and slips one hand behind his head, resting the other on his stomach. His eyes are bright and glassy as he looks at you with a lopsided grin. “I am...currently incapacitated, my love. Crosshair's observation is correct. You have worn me out. I must ask...are you all right?”

“It's going to be rough tomorrow morning, but yes, I'm all right,” you snicker, hearing Crosshair suppress a laugh behind you. “You boys want a shower before we crash?” You scoot to the edge of your bed and swing your feet to the floor. Crosshair gets up and comes around, taking his hand as he helps you get up. “Well, when you recover, you're free to join us.”

Tech eventually makes his way into the bathroom, steam pouring back out into your bedroom when he opens the door. The glass of your spacious walk-in shower is opaque with fog, and the only thing he can make out are two shadows moving within. The sound of you giggling and squealing with laughter greet him as he steps in to find Crosshair's mouth at your neck and both his hands groping your breasts. He watches quietly for a few moments, then clears his throat. Crosshair's head whips around and his eyes narrow, a smug look on his face.

“About time you got here, vod. She was just telling me that she needs both of us to bathe her.”

“Is that so? Then let us waste no time.”

*****

You return to the bedroom to find that before Tech came to shower, he took it upon himself to change the bedding. Crosshair pulls back the quilt, letting you crawl into bed first to nestle in the center. He slides in next to you while Tech shuts off the lights and then joins you on the opposite side. Weary heads come to rest on your shoulders, Crosshair's hand resting over your heart with Tech's arm slung across your stomach possessively. You turn to each of them and kiss their foreheads, one last act of unconditional love and affection before sleep claims all three of you. This will be a night you won't ever forget, for your men showed you their light, darkness, and everything in between.

*****

This is what was playing when the idea for the title of this story came to me. Such an uplifting song.

Peter Murphy - “Dragnet Drag” [Love Hysteria, 1988]

Look at them now

Look at them do

Look they found the dove

Their vastness too

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Love me do, oh love me do

Love me, find the dove

This vastness sings a pretty song

This vastness must be love

Give me three, the gift of one

Whose science can't describe

Whose eyes are peeled like atom bombs

Their spirit is the prize

The sufi three winged flight they soar

All sacrals join all hearts

A cavern gasps, a dragon screams

The djinn men smash the ark

Four guides float, four dots of God

Realistic haqq is theirs

Mystic men whose eyes are sore

From trials of bigger lairs

Look at them now

Look at them do

Look they found the dove

Their triad song too

A grey surprise

Swirls below

They could be happy too

The Ides of March

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Whirlpools whirl

Dragnets drag

Hell is not the fire

Hell is your belief

In yourself as the higher

Four guides afloat

Four dots of God

Look they found the dove

Their triad song too

Whirlpools whirl

Dragnets drag

Hell is not the fire

Hell is your belief

In yourself as the higher

I also compiled a short list of songs I listened to quite a bit while writing the 79's scene, which took a ridiculous amount of time, believe it or not. Follow the link for songs that'll tickle your central nervous system.

#star wars #the bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch tech #the bad batch crosshair #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #the bad batch smut #tech x reader #tech x you #crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #Spotify #kinktober 2024

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

Warnings: Smuttttt, happy endings, hope-core

Announcement: We made it y'all.... here's the final epilogue/final chapter. I'm so serious about you guys submitting writing prompts and little messages. Times are tough out here and I need more clone content hehe. So please don't be a stranger, I see all of your messages and I'll be getting around to writing them now that I've finished this hunk of a fic haha.

Enjoy babes and may the force by with you.

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The fire popped and crackled as Crosshair added another log to the roaring hearth.

With the rain pattering outside, and the delicious warmth radiating from the fireplace, you stretched like a loth cat in the pile of exotic furs Hunter and Crosshair had collected over the months here on Zyphor. You twisted and mewled feeling every tight muscle relax as you settled back down in your comfort spot.

With the help of your alphas, you had created a permanent nest in the center of your oversized domicile.

Located just a few minutes outside of the little developing clone village, deep in the uncharted parts of the forest planet, Tech had designed a perfect home for you and your pack.

With one central space for all of your to share with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and of course your favorite thing on the planet, the huge nest full of luxurious furs absolutely covered in all of your combined scents. The main communal space then broke off into six smaller domiciles, each your own private quarters.

There was even one for Echo when he’d visit from Teth.

Tech made sure everything was planned accordingly in this little settlement.

Wrecker and Hunter had worked tirelessly collecting materials and utilizing the construction droids to build your home relatively quickly. You used collected rainwater to plumb the home, and wood from the forest to keep you warm.

It was lovely.

Growing up on Coruscant, you were thrilled to experience real rain. When the synthetic weather centers had scheduled a rainstorm it was always your favorite, but now you had it everyday. It was calming and peaceful here.

You were over the moons. The boys explained how the rain was also a comfort to them. Thats all they knew in their short youth. To have it now daily pattering against your shelter, you all felt very at home.

Tech even invented a hydro electric water mill to power the settlement. The intricate grid system with back up generators kept you all illuminated and warm.

You still couldn’t believe this was your every day life… Zyphor was a dream.

You even requested a garden and a green house which the boys set up instantly. Of course Tech made sure the internal growing system was immaculate. Creating an extremely viable growing zone for some of the warmer dryer species of fruits.

You had never gardened before and it was entertaining to watch your seedlings mature. Your job on the homestead was to study gardening and farming practices.

You were put in charge of the produce production for your little pack. So far you were killing it. With your background in the sciences, you found it to be quite enjoyable and easy to grasp and pretty methodical.

Snapping back to the present, you studied Crosshair as he used the iron poker to adjust a few logs before carefully placing the new ones on top to feed the flame. You smiled seeing how his lean figure was beginning to fill out more as he was able to eat more and destress. Though, his body seemed to become even more muscular from all the hard manual labor they had been doing.

He looked healthy.

It made your heart flutter.

Crosshair had been assigned to learning how to hunt and track game with Hunter. Their whole lives, they had only been trained to track targets for their missions, but luckily they were able to apply that knowledge and experience to their growing hunting skills.

They were an unstoppable team. With Hunter’s abilities and Crosshair’s sharpshooting, you knew you’d never go hungry.

And that being said, it was discovered that Wrecker is a remarkable cook. Once he stepped into the kitchen the first night to cook up the kill, you all learned he had a natural talent for taste and preparations.

He has managed to keep you all satisfied and filled with yummy dishes night after night. Though he groans about lacking his usual snacks, he does enjoy the fruit you had gathered and even slimmed down a bit too. He looked more fit than you had ever seen, and he even carried a certain glow about him now realizing his passions for food.

Wrecker also was in charge of the shaak ranch. His gentle demeanor was very appealing to the imported animals. He built the corral where the animals resided munching on grass during the day. You even made Wrecker his own sunhat which he wears proudly as he shepherds the animals during the day.

He looked just like a ranch hand… a sexy ranch hand.

That thought stirred something devious and lusty inside you. You sighed happily, allowing your thoughts to drift to Hunter. He too had filled out a bit from de-stressing. Hunter had taken to the three orbak you also keep with the shaak. Those monstrous creatures seemed to like him too as he utilized them for his hunting trips with Crosshair. Their muscular hooves legs seemed to carry the two alphas effortlessly for hours on end.

You giggled when remembering when they were trying to figure out how to ride them the first few times. Crosshair had complained the whole time, nearly getting bucked off while Hunter took to it like a natural. You joked that he could talk to them to Crosshair’s chagrin.

Crosshair has since ceased his complaining and muted it down to an annoyed grunt every time the animal acts on its own accord.

You smiled at the memories.

The you had to stifle your laughter remembering when Rex and the boys brought in a shipment of tip-yip chicks. They were bestowed upon you and put in your charge to take care of and raise for eggs and meat. On one particularly rainy day, one had escaped your coop, and you were forced to chase it down following it all the way to the barn where you had tripped and landed face first in a pile of thick mud with a loud splat.

You could still hear your boys howling with laughter as you sat up wiping your eyes trying to see where that damn bird went.

…Tip Yip had never tasted so good…

You bit your tongue forcing down the giggle.

Then that leaves Tech.

The man had never been so thrilled to be involved in a project in his entire life. Planning an entire village with the details all the way down to the wiring of each domicile had the man busy and mentally stimulated. You loved watching the way the gears were turning in his very brilliant head. Even preparing for weather disasters and all the variables none of you had considered.

It was fascinating to watch.

On the top of his list of completed projects was your packs home, the shaak barn, the orbak stables, your high tech green house and garden, the hydro-electric mill, and then finally the small medical clinic and research lab.

With the help of the boys on Teth, they managed to set up an entire fully operational research facility with everything you could possibly need. Everything was down to your specific requests and that is where you spent most of your time these days…

“I can feel you thinking.” Crosshair closed the metal grate separating you from the blazing fire.

You rolled over to face him, “You know what I’m thinking about.” You burrowed into the plush fur beneath you.

“Research?” He raised an exasperated brow.

“Mhmm.” You smiled sweetly.

“Darling, I appreciate what you’re doing more than you could ever know.” He knelt down next to you running his fingers over your jaw, “But you don’t need to stress. It will happen when it happens. You need to relax and spend more time here with us.” He gestured to the lovely home.

“And on your cock?” You smirked as he laid down beside you, naked as you.

He hummed, “Yes, and other things.” He chuckled into your neck where he kissed his mark on your skin. You shuttered.

“Rex is supposed to be coming today with the last ingredient I need for the serum. I can’t stop thinking about it and running variables in my head.” You sighed nuzzling his neck.

“Then I’m not doing my job correctly.” He pushed you onto your back and used his warm hards to spread your already messy thighs.

He purred seeing the mess he had already made of you. You absolutely dripped with his cum and were still full with it, dripping languidly. He hummed and gathered up the cum that had spilled from you and pushed it back inside of you making you cry out at the sudden intrusion.

You puffy cunt fluttered at the familiar feeling of his long fingers soothing your insides. You clenched around him making him groan as he slowly and deliberately massaged that special spot inside you that made you whine pathetically and sprawl out for him even more, begging him to play with you.

Crosshair was always pleased by this reaction. You could feel the approval through the bond.

He loved making an absolute mess of you especially with the help of his twin. The three of you had something special and you quickly realized they shared a desire to experiment with your body in ways you didn’t even consider.

“The rain is picking up.” He said softly leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

You turned your head to face the window noticing the droplets coming down harder, “Hunter’s going to be soggy by the time he gets back.”

Crosshair let out a breathy laugh, “I’m sure he’s on his way back. I want you one more time before I’m forced to share you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully knowing he has absolutely no problem sharing, but you got the picture.

You ran your fingers over his tight muscular stomach as he settled down between your legs on his haunches. You felt the heat of his hard cock resting against your leaking opening and felt your mouth water. He leaned forwards, letting out a happy huff before cradling your head and shoulder blades lovingly.

He wanted it soft and sweet… your body warmed.

With a little playful nip on your part, it made him smirk before leaning forwards and breaching your walls with his stiffened cock.

You both let out a content sigh being locked together again. The sensation of becoming one was comforting.

You took solace being under your mates. You knew you were safest in their arms and that feeling never got old.

Crosshair even let a whimper slip out as he slid against your walls feeling your warmth and tightness. The man couldn’t get enough. He’d happy die here just like this, if he got to feel you one last time.

You fiercely clung to him as he made love to you. He pushed inside rhythmically rubbing your scalp and shoulders lovingly with his work hardened fingers. You grabbed at him as the pleasure spiked and you were beginning to feel yourself twitch around him.

You couldn’t help but grasp at his growing hair. With a firm hand, you fisted his silky silver strands at his nape making him hum as you tugged deliciously. He shuddered as you mewled into his skin.

Lost in the essence of Crosshair, you didn’t even hear the front door open.

“So while I’m getting soaked out in the rain, you two are staying nice and comfortable inside?” Hunter’s playful tone made both you and Crosshair stop your love making to look up at the man standing in the door way.

He flopped down a dead nexu the size of tech on the kitchen counter with a wet splat. Hunter shook out his hair like a corellian hound letting the water fly everywhere.

“Just taking care of our girl, vod.” Crosshair continued his lazy thrusts looking up at his older batch-mate, “If you dry off you’re welcome to join us.” His drawl was lust riddled. So much for not wanting to share, you smirked.

Hunter didn’t have to be told twice. He set down firepuncher on the riffle rack by the front door and yanked off his sloshy boots tossing them into the mud room.

You giggled watching him trot and disappear into his quarters leaving a wet sock print trail across the floor.

Crosshair shook his head playfully before resuming your previous activities. His pace picked up and his hand in your hair tugged you back, forcing your chin up where he met your lips with a searing passionate kiss. His hips made a sharp thrust making you cry out into him. His body moved smoothly against yours wringing out the pleasure he so desperately wanted from you, and you melted into his movements, rolling against him in sync meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, little one.” He broke the kiss to breathe and nip at your ear.

“Cross!” You whined feeling yourself starting to tire with your impending orgasm.

“I can feel you’re close,” He used a hand to help you roll your hips into him, “C’mon omega, cum for me.”

You knew he was using your designation against you. He knew you’d die before wanting to let him down. Thankfully for your alpha, you were right on the crest and his words pushed you right over the edge.

You moaned out a broken cry as you writhed against the furs.

Crosshair smirked before leaning forwards to burry his nose in your neck before spilling inside you with a reserved grunt.

The sniper stilled, keeping himself buried inside your warmth as he felt you start to come down from the aftershocks with little adorable twitches. He sweetly pushed your hair from your face and pressed little kisses to your nose and forehead.

Just then Hunter returned, naked as the day he was decanted.

Even the damp hair made him look fresh out of the tube. You peered over Crosshair to watch him approach, where he knelt down onto the furs and crawled over to the two of you.

Immediately you sensed something different through the bond. His lust was stronger than usual and you could tell by the darkened look in his eyes that he was still coming down from the high of the hunt… you could almost taste his adrenaline on your tongue.

You felt your body begin to react on instinct as you bared your neck and his mark to him. Crosshair sat up to pull out of you making a devious sound as he watched the flood of cum pour out of you. You squirmed at the sudden emptiness wishing for him to have stayed.

You let out a pitiful whine as Hunter practically shoved Crosshair out of the his way before seizing your ankle in his grip and dragged you towards him until you were settled against his lap.

“Don’t break her.” Crosshair recovered and flopped over into the pile of cushions to watch.

You squealed liking the way Hunter man handled you, and reminded you of his superior strength. You continued to bare your neck and arch your back showing him your belly as an offering of submission.

Hunter scented your arousal making him give you a mischievous smirk.

You blushed realizing how obvious the change in your scent was. You sighed, you couldn’t hide anything from the tracker. He had all your scents memorized down to the fine details.

Crosshair flopped over to the side pulling a blanket over his lap and settled into the cushions. They had proven very necessary during the group sessions, and you were more than happy to have such a massive and plush nest to call your own. You looked over at the sniper and bit your lip, you still loved knowing he was always watching you. It made your heart flutter as he gave you a heated smile.

Hunter gained your attention again by pushing both of your knees up to your chest roughly and putting your ruined cum-covered pussy on full display for him. You could feel Crosshair oozing out of you and down the crack of your ass as Hunter pushed your legs further up.

You chewed your bottom lip as he looked at you. He loved you like this. Already lost to the lust, soft and pliant. You were always more bendable after your first round anyways.

Hunter liked to put you in some unique positions now that you all had more time to explore one another. But this time it seemed that he wanted you close.

He wanted the passion that Crosshair had charged the air with.

In an instant, he had you up and bent over at the waist with your face pushed into the furs.

He pressed your spine downwards putting you in a perfect presenting position making you cry out.

You heard him making an approving grunt as he looked at your perfect trembling form before wasting no more time before he surged forwards and breached your opening before sliding all the way flush until he was nudged up against your cervix.

You cried out pushing against him, but he pinned you down firmly.

His thrusts were near animalistic as he rutted into you. Your hands flailed against his thighs trying to find purchase but he didn’t let up. His hands firmly grabbed onto your hips pulling you back onto him like you were nothing more than a toy.

You squealed as he continued to push against your cervix like he was trying to knot you through sheer will.

As you tried to sit up, he shoved you back down again and barked out an order to stay still. You whimpered and willed yourself to relax into his punishing pace as he took you.

Briefly, you heard Crosshair’s dark chuckle from over on the couch as you were forced into submission.

Fuck, you loved when Hunter finally let go of his responsible self and let the inner wolf emerge. Whatever the Kaminoans enhanced him with definitely had a darker wild side. Tech speculated this after the incident on Crait. But now that you’ve had more quality time with the ex-sargent, you knew he had quite the hunter/prey kink.

You saw the way his eyes had dilated when Crosshair had told him about the chase through the woods on Naboo. The way you could feel his insides stirring and his lust for the chase trickle through the bond.

You knew exactly what to do in order to get Hunter to fuck you like an animal, and thats exactly what you wanted.

The arm pinning your shoulders to the floor suddenly lifted and a rough hand was snapped around the back of your neck where he yanked you up and forced you into a deep arch as he brought your ear closer to his mouth.

Your arms scrambled at the air trying to find something to support you on, but Hunter held you in his grasp like a limp tooka.

“M’perfect little’mega.” His words were slurred as he lowly rumbled into your ear. You felt his fangs brush up against your ear and you moaned at the sensation, “Could mate you all over again and breed this little cunt.”

You gasped at his words and brought your arms up and behind you to grapple at his body to support yourself.

“Pump you full till your round with my pups.” He growled making you absolutely vibrate. It didn’t take long for your inner omega to come to life and purr against your alpha.

He hummed in delight, “You like that ‘mega?” He slithered a hand down between your legs to find your clit and start rubbing little circles that made you clench down on him.

You’ve never heard any of them mention pups before. Well aside from Crosshair but that was because of external circumstances.

This was different, you could feel Hunter’s want to breed you through the bond. It was as strong as your connection, and you knew in this moment thats what his inner alpha craved. The man wanted to be a father, he wanted you in a way that comforted your omega and you absolutely melted into him.

You nodded vigorously making him smile wolfishly as he resume his lethal pounding.

You moaned and cried out taking everything Hunter was giving you, before he released your neck and you fell forwards onto your hands as he then lifted and bent one of his legs for support to reach even deeper inside of you. You clenched down around him twitching and fighting against the overstimulation as he kept playing with your clit.

You weakly lifted your head and looked at Crosshair with bleary eyes which he returned with a heady smirk.

Hunter leaned down whispering, “Your next heat, you’re mine… I’m going to fuck a pup into you, little one, just like this.” He thrusted roughly making you yelp.

You felt yourself nearing your orgasm, and suddenly your forearms gave out before you collapsed into the furs and screamed as you came. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as pure ecstasy overtook your entire body.

That sensation must have traveled through the bond because Hunter came with a loud grunt after you, filling your pussy to the absolute brim. With a small push of his hips, your combined cum oozed out the sides around his cock making him push small little thrusts inside you despite both of your overstimulation.

When Hunter dismounted you, you collapsed into a boneless heap with a deflated huff.

Crosshair tossed a clean towel at his brother and watched as Hunter nudged you over onto your back where he cleaned you up diligently before throwing the used towel somewhere to the side.

“I’m going to start the fresher.” Hunter sounded half delirious as he stood up on wobbly feet before setting his course for the bathroom.

You only had a moment alone before Crosshair was at your side to give you some much needed cuddles.

You could almost feel his mischievous little smile as you blinked your eyes open to look up at him.

“What?” You asked closing your eyes again.

You felt his hand slide over the top of your rib before lightly cupping the side of your breast before squeezing lightly.

“Nothing.”

You heard his smile making you crack an eye open at him suspiciously.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “I felt you through the bond, ad’ika… You want Hunter to breed you.”

You squirmed, “Don’t say it like that.”

He chuckled, “Okay fine, you want Hunter to knock you up?”

You gasped and feigned offense, “Crosshair…”

“He’s starting to give me ideas.” His fingers pinched your nipple making you arch your back before traveling south where he lightly tickled over your belly.

“Stop triggering my instincts.” You fussed and pouted.

His fingers went back to your tit to play with your nipple again, “You like when I trigger your instincts.” He smiled wolfishly.

You huffed letting him continue his onslaught onto your sensitive tits as he bent down to kiss and suck on them making you mewl and press even further into his attentions.

“Personally, I want a girl, mesh’la.” He released your poor nipple and looked up at you with a mischievous glint.

You felt your heart accelerate and your breathing shallow. Crosshair wanted a girl? You had to fight back the giddy grin as you looked up at him. Your mind instantly went to thinking about a little platinum blonde, fiery girl running around and clinging to your mate calling him daddy.

You literally felt your pussy flutter wanting to make that daydream a reality right this minute.

Then your thoughts went to a sweet and pouty brunette with Hunter’s soft eyes. Her dark wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, and that signature cross-arm scowl her father always sports.

You had to take a deep breath and shake your head forcing the inner omega out of your field of thoughts.

His mischievous smile widened realizing that your instincts had been in fact triggered.

You scowled at him and smacked his shoulder making him laugh.

“I told you to stop it!” You smirked pushing him back as you sat up.

“I can’t help it ad’ika.” He purred, “Your eyes get all dilated and cute.”

You huffed.

Hunter returned crawling back into the nest before he bent down to pluck you up into his arms before carrying you into the steaming wash room.

“He plays, but his words are true.” Hunter said lowly as he opened the fresher door sitting you down gently on the warm stone floor.

“You heard all that?” You smirked.

He just tapped his ears making you smile and roll your eyes.

“Is it true?” He asked with hopeful raised brows, “You want pups?”

He couldn’t help the hand that drifted to your belly as you both stood under the stream of hot water.

Your entire body flushed at the touch.

“I-I… u-uhh yeah… yeah I think I do.” You struggled to speak and meet his soft grey brown eyes, “I like that idea.”

Hunter’s face lit up. He smiled brining you into a searing kiss. You moaned leaning into him letting your hands wanter all over his broad shoulders and back.

Hunter broke the kiss to press his forehead against yours before placing a gentle forehead kiss on your skin.

He grabbed the sponge and some soap before lathering you up and beginning his little routine of cleaning you off. You turned obediently leaning against him as he brought the sponge over your front being careful of your tender neck before dragging it down over your love bitten breasts. You bit your tongue as he brushed over your sensitive nipples.

“Of course we’d have to talk to the others. But I’m confident Crosshair is on board.” Hunter drawled nuzzling your neck affectionately.

“How would that even work?” You giggled as he practically tickled your sides with the sponge and he cleaned, “Three of you would have to abstain for probably month in order to line up my fertility cycle.” You mused thinking about all the medical windows you’d have to ensure pregnancy.

“Alright, little miss doctor brain. I can hear you overthinking” Hunter chuckled, “We’ll talk about it and see how everyone feels.”

You turned to face your mate, “Are you planning on knocking me up first, since you’re the oldest?” You poked fun at him.

“Oh, I’m definitely pulling rank in this situation.” He smirked dragging the sponge over your back and ass.

You hummed a laugh letting him finish up his scrubbing routine before turning to wash himself with the clean scented soap.

You sat under the stream of water enjoying the warmth as you watched Hunter finish up his hygiene routine.

Then you both heard a noise enter the bathroom.

“Hurry up!” Crosshair barked turning on the faucet to throw water on his face, “I’m covered in dried cum, and you two are going to use up all the hot water.”

You giggled turning to the ex-sergeant. Hunter just shrugged with a smile before rinsing off the soap and shutting off the fresher.

You opened the door to find Crosshair standing here with his arms crossed as you toweled off with Hunter.

“Finally.” He drawled before stepping inside and resuming the water flow.

“Rex is coming today with more supplies,” You reminded, “I need to go to the lab to finish a few more things before they arrive.”

“Hmm I don’t know mesh’la I think you’re technically still under Crosshair’s charge for the next few hours and it seems to be most imperative that you remain here with us. Right Cross?” Hunter shook out his hair making you squeal as droplets hit your skin.

“Affirmative.” Crosshair replied from inside the fresher.

You crossed your arms, “Guys, I need to finish this if you even want to consider having pups, you know.”

That got them.

Silence.

Hunter sighed and relented, “Fine, but at midnight, you’re mine mesh’la.”

“Yes sir.” You mock saluted before skipping out of the fresher to find your clothes.

Fishing around inside your drawers, you pull out a sweater one of the omegas in the village had knitted for you along with a pair of modified uniform pants.

You pulled the articles of clothing on and made sure to towel dry your hair the best you could knowing Tech would fuss about you catching a cold in the rain.

Then came the holster that Hunter made you swear you’d never leave the house without and the pistol you still had from the GAR days.

Just as you were about to re-enter the living room, Gonky waddled in hooting and hollering about incoming air vessels.

“Friends?” Hunter asked grabbing his blaster.

Gonky honked.

“It’s Rex!” You were elated.

You jogged to the mud room to yank on your boots along with your rain coat and the matching hat from the hook on the wall.

“Do you think Echo is with him?” You wondered out loud.

Hunter meandered into the kitchen tugging at the fresh nexu to start cleaning the meat, “I’m sure mesh’la, Echo wouldn’t miss coming to say hi.”

Your excitement peaked and you practically kicked the door open to skip down the steps to trudge through the mud to get to the base camp.

On your way down the hill, you passed by the shaak barn where Wrecker and Tech were busy assembling the new fence.

“Hi Wrek! Hi Tech!” You hollered and gave them a wave before continuing on down towards the village.

“Darling, aren’t you supposed to be inside with Cross?” Tech squinted through his goggles watching you cross the property.

“Rex is here!” You replied with a smile, “He has the last ingredient for the serum!”

“Okay, but just stay out of the rain you’ll catch a c-“ Tech began but you cut him off.

“I know! I know!” You yelled out as you got further away, “I promise to stay dry!”

You knew Tech wanted to discuss this topic further, blah, blah, blah, you didn’t care. You were excited for so many reasons. For one, you haven’t seen them in weeks, and second, you were receiving the shipment of a recovered serum made by Nala Se. The substance was a vile of microscopic DNA repairing robots who could deliver the serum you created to the clones in mass numbers. This would solve everything. You couldn’t be more elated.

Before you knew it, you heard four sets of footsteps trailing behind you and you knew it was your alphas being diligent with guarding you. You giggled knowing Tech was probably already fussing about ways to keep you out of the rain as he approached.

Once you reached the growing village, you scampered down the steps reaching the center of town where the new space ports were being set up.

With a few other clones, you all gathered waiting to see the ships descend from the cloudy skies.

You felt the presence of your alphas surround you, as Tech wrapped you in a second rain cloak that had a massive hood. You smiled up at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He was satisfied with this level of rain protection and returned to his post at your side.

“They’re incoming now.” Hunter must have heard the engines.

Before you knew it, two cargo ships pushed through the clouds and descended gracefully down towards the town.

Bolts emerged from his domicile along with his little mate who was a few months pregnant. They waved to you and you waved back as he clearly had almost as much excitement as you.

When the first ship touched down, the loading deck lowered down and more clones excited the vessel. You searched every one of them until you spotted a familiar face.

“Rex!” You sprinted forwards dodging the strangers before you threw yourself at your old captain. He smiled before embracing you.

“Good to see you kid.” He mumbled.,

You squeezed him extra hard, “Where have you been! It’s been weeks!”

A gruff voice replied, “Looking for this.”

You looked up from Rex’s chest before turning to find Wolfee standing there holding a glowing blue vile in his fingers.

“Commander!” You said warmly, allowing him to pull you into a hug too.

You heard a disapproving growl behind you knowing it was one of your boys.

Wolfee chuckled, “They still treating you alright?”

You smiled, “Yes, Wolffe.”

“Good.” He smiled warmly.

“I’m never going to get used to seeing that.” Bolts said walking up and clapping his old commander on the back.

Soon, Stunner and Grim emerged surrounding you like rowdy pups.

“Seeing what?” Grim asked playfully messing with you.

“Commander smiling.” Bolts joked.

Wolffe scowled making Rex chuckle.

“Much better.” Bolts nodded.

“Commander.” Hunter walked up greeting the commander.

“Sergent.” Wolffe politely nodded.

You shook your head, even after everything you all went through these knuckle heads were still butting heads.

“Crosshair.” He nodded to the sniper.

“Wolffe.” Crosshair gave him a nod which only meant one thing from the sniper… a sign of respect.

A nearly impossible exclusive club to be in by the way.

Wolffe handed him the blue vile you’ve been waiting months for.

“I hear tiny!” Echo’s voice came from the ship.

Your pack mate walked down the loading dock making a beeline for you.

“You’re not allowed to leave us anymore.” You whined jumping up to hug him.

“Well someone has to retrieve rare medical specimens around here.” He joked.

You shook your head and shoved him lightly.

He then looked at you more seriously, “I have another surprise for you.”

You quirked a brow, “What?”

You were suddenly taken off your feet in a flurry of pink fluff.

You landed with a thud and looked up to see a squealing familiar face.

“Layla?!”

“Y/N!” She screamed and the two of you rolled around on the floor much to Tech’s chagrin.

“Is that the medic from Coruscant?” Crosshair asked with a scrutinizing look.

Echo nodded.

“Where have you been?” She squeaked and demanded.

“It’s a long story.” You shook your head, “How the hell did you find Rex?”

“Echo found me.” She said, “He still had Fives’ secured line. He pulled me out of Coruscant a week ago.”

You sat up bringing her up with you.

“Hi boys.” She waved at your mates.

They grunted in response.

Then she narrowed her eyes before looking down at you. She straddled you and began sniffing around your face clearly looking for something.

“Layla…” Echo sighed.

He leaned forwards practically nuzzling your neck before he reached a hand inside your sweater collar and yanked the fabric back to see not one but two bite scars. She gasped, “You’re mated?!”

You nodded, “Mhmm.”

She screamed again making Hunter flinch.

“Oh my gods! How long? When? Where?” The she smirked, “Was it good?”

You could have died on the spot. You suddenly felt like you were back in 79’s being grilled about your sex life in front of Hunter in that damn booth.

“Layla!” You whimpered wanting to disappear into the floor with so many of your friends staring back at you.

“It was wasn’t it?” She raised a brow waggling them playfully.

“I like her.” Grim said.

Echo clapped him on the back, “Join the club.”

“Okay, as heart warming as this all is, I want to get my mate out of the cold.” Hunter said bending down to help you up to your feet.

“Well there’s one more thing.” Layla said suddenly getting serious, “We weren’t sure what to do and knew you’d probably be the best chance.”

Your interest was peaked, “What is it?”

Everyone turned to face the ship and down came a few clones pushing what looked like a metal slab towards you.

When you approached it you quickly realized it was a slab of carbonite.

“What?” You whispered dragging your fingers over the cold material.

Upon closer inspection to realized there was a human frozen inside, and not any human, a clone.

“Who is this?” You asked looking up.

Rex then stepped forwards and lowered his eyes, “It’s Kix.”

Your eyes filled with alarm as you looked back at the slab.

Layla continued, “I’m just a nurse, I wasn’t sure what would be the best method for something like this.”

You nodded, “Smart. I can treat him up at the lab. Can someone take him there? I need to do this as soon as possible.”

The two clones continued to push the carbonite slab through the town being guided by Bolts.

“How long are you all staying?” You asked urgently.

“We have supplies to off load which will take a few days, and were working on a new lead with an imperial clone prison were hoping to attack but that intel could take months to verify.” Rex replied.

You nodded, “Good. I’m hoping to have the serum done in the next few days and I want you all here to receive the dose.”

Rex nodded, “I look forward to it.

You gave him a curt smile, “Let me look after Kix and then I’ll let you all know about the cure.”

“Sounds like a plan. Take care of him, kid.”

“You know I will.” You looked to your friend, “I’ll need your help.”

“Of course.” Layla smiled following your lead.

Crosshair handed you the vile before trailing after you towards the lab outside of town.

“Alright I’ll need everyone waiting to help me get him into the med pod once he’s thawed out.” You instructed.

Crosshair, Layla, Echo, Tech, and Rex stood around you and the slab of carbonite while the others waited just outside the medical cabin.

You knelt down to start punching in the right code to start the thawing process and stood back up to watch as the shipping slab started to glow an eerie red.

You waited with baited breath as Layla reached over for your hand as you watched the carbonite slowly melt away.

Slowly, Kix’s hand started to flex before the rest of him was revealed. Once the process was complete Layla let go of you to lean forward and help the boys raise their brother up out of the slab and onto the med pod bed.

“H-Hello?” Kix’s worried voice quivered into the air, “I-I can’t see.”

“It’s carbonite sickness. Don’t worry Kix, you’ll be okay in a bit.” You replied softly.

“Tiny?” He asked trying to locate the source of your voice.

You leaned forwards and pressed your wrist to his nose to let him scent you, “Right here, Kix.”

He crinkled his nose, “You smell funny.”

“I’ll explain that when you get your site back. Echo’s here and Rex.” You responded softly.

“And Layla.” She purred.

That got Kix’s attention.

You giggled stepping away from the med pod.

Rex pulled you aside letting the others wrap him in knitted blankets and wool sweaters.

“He seems fine, but do you think the chip was activated?” Rex’s expression was slightly hesitant.

“I think he was already frozen when the order was given. But I’ll remove it as soon as he’s stable for good measure.” You nodded in Kix’s direction.

Rex was satisfied with this.

“How long do you think he’ll take to see again?” The captain asked looking a little frazzled.

You placed a hand on is forearm in a calming gesture, “Just a couple hours. Maybe even faster with your special genetics. He’ll be fine Rex.”

Rex nodded. You couldn’t imagine what the poor captain was going through. His last man.

Well technically no, with Echo being the last domino, but regardless Kix was one of the oldest friend to everyone. You were happy you at least had one member from your first pack left and standing.

Kix was getting comfortable as Layla combed through his hair with her nails and Echo tucked him in with the blankets. Echo knew a thing or two about being on ice. He was handling all of this like a champ which made you proud of your friend. You felt tears welling up in your eyes with all the sudden emotion.

“When will the serum be ready?” Rex asked gaining your attention again.

You quickly wiped away the wetness on your cheek, “Uhh. Any day now. That vile is the last ingredient. I’ll have you all on a natural biological clock before you have to ship out.”

Rex sighed looking at the bundle of 501st curling up with one another comforting Kix.

You looked at your captain, “You’re not leaving?” You felt a spark of hope.

“I-I thought my vision was clear… Save as many of our brother as I can. Then I might consider settling down.”

“You’re human too Rex. And you all are much more than soldiers. I understand wanting to help the others, but you’ve been in this fight longer than most of them. Can’t you let Wolffe and Howzer handle the day to day operations for a little and you can slow down just a bit?” You gestured to Kix, “He’s going to need his captain. He’s waking up in an entirely different world. It’s going to take some adjusting, familiar faces are necessary.” You were trying to give him an out. It was an out he seemed to need.

Processing your words he nodded, “I guess there’s no harm in delaying my departure…”

You squealed and tackled him in the biggest hug you could muster. He grunted before welcoming you into him.

“I promise you’ll like it here.” You said into his armor, “Wrecker can cook up a mean shaak roast, ooo! You can stay with us! I have to find you a sweater!”

He chuckled, “No offense, but I know what you and your mates get up to. I’d rather get some sleep without hearing all that.”

You slapped him playfully.

He smiled.

“I’m still finding you a sweater.” You poked his arm through a gap in the plastoid before returning back to your mates.

Tech turned to look down at you along with his twin.

“I’m going to stay and work on this,” You held up the vile, “I’ll be back at the house later, okay?”

“Dinner.” Crosshair pointed his toothpick at you, “or Hunter will worry.”

“I know…” You nodded before turning to your private research lab.

“Do you need assistance?” Tech asked following behind you closely.

“I’m alright, love. But thank you.” You smiled up at him. He had been paramount in your research helping you bounce ideas off of him when you felt most overwhelmed. You wouldn’t have been able to get this far so quickly without him and his massive brain.

“Im proud of you, cyare.” He cupped your jaw affectionately, “I find myself more and more in love with you every day. You’re brilliant, darling.”

You flustered looking down at his green henley covered chest, “…alpha…”

He closed the distance and tilted your chin up, forcing you to look up at his deep inquisitive eyes, “I should have realized sooner.” He was referring to when you first joined their squad during the war, “I didn’t know you had such a beautiful mind locked away up here.” He tapped your skull, “The GAR could have never appreciated it in its entirely, but we can.”

Your heart stuttered as his words melted your insides.

“I’m incredibly thankful you decided to enlist. I never told you that. While we may not have had a choice in our servitude, you joining us made everyday a little better. Enjoyable even.” Tech rubbed your skin with his thumb.

“Tech…” You sighed leaning into his touch, “I’m so happy I was placed with you. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

His mouth quirked up into a half smile.

“Go on.” He released you to let you tinker in your lab, “Save our entire population from accelerated aging.” He waved around playfully.

He turned to leave, “If it works out, you could probably sell it on the black market for an exorbitant price and get a second greenhouse.”

That made you laugh.

“Don’t forget dinner!” He called after you leaving you alone.

You nodded and turned to roll up your sweater sleeves and get to work.

You took a deep breath, you could do this.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the blue vile and walked over to the workstation to sit down and pul out your data pad that you plugged into the dna synthesizer machine.

One of the slots popped open and you slipped the blue vile inside before closing the compartment and hearing the machine whirl to life.

You have the internal droid instructions to take a small sample to test and opened up your notes to start documenting your findings.

This process might take a while…

You settled in and began documenting your data.

Well it’s certainly past dinner.

Hunter sighed grabbing a big bowl of nexu stew and a spoon, “Hey Wreck can you grab a few blankets and another bowl of soup?”

“Yeah!” He hopped up following the instructions and together they bundled up before taking it outside to the medical lodge.

“Is she pulling an all-nighter again?” Wrecker asked.

“Nope.” Hunter decided.

Wrecker quirked a brow before shaking the expression off and pushing open the lodge door.

Inside, Layla and Echo lay in the medical pod bed, sleeping awkwardly as Kix snuggled between them. Echo was practically bent over the side of the bed while Layla lay upside down with her feet hanging off the side of the cot.

Hunter gestured for Wrecker to cover them in blankets to keep them all warm and he set down the bowl of soup for Kix to eat when he wakes up.

Hunter continued onwards pushing open the glass door to find you slumped over your desk with your face in your data pad dead asleep.

He shook his head with a smile before folding a blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders. He knew you were uncomfortable in that position but he couldn’t bring himself to wake you.

He set the bowl on the desk before flopping down on the lounger on the wall across the lab.

Just as he settled down as well, the giant machine on your desk hissed and beeped causing you to gasp and sit up suddenly.

You blinked rapidly forcing yourself awake unaware of your visitor.

You stood up letting the blanket fall off of you as you leaned over to read the report.

With a bit of eye rubbing and forced concentration, you suddenly shrieked with joy causing the entire lodge to wake up.

“I did it!” You jumped up and down, “I did it!”

Hunter cleared his throat making you spin around to face him a bit shocked at his ability to sneak around still.

“Hunter!” You put. Hand over your heart, “You scared me.”

“You missed dinner.” He smiled sweetly.

“I-oh… sorry.” You looked at the clock seeing it was getting close to midnight.

“It’s alright mesh’la.” He tilted his chin to the beeping machine, “Have you got what you’re looking for?”

Your excitement was evident as you nodded and grabbed your data pad to read the results. It was a success. The machine was able to replicate exactly the recipe Nala Se had created. You were vibrating with excitement.

“I did it, alpha.” You heard the machine putz and pop out a vile of clear liquid. You picked it up inspecting it, “This will cure the rapid aging.”

Hunter looked at you with hope and about five other amazed emotiones.

You chewed your lip as he stood up towering over you.

You set the vile down on the desk knowing exactly what that look meant…

It was his night after all…

“I’ll volunteer.” Rex said pragmatically. Ever the leader.

“Me too.” Wolffe nodded.

“Are you certain you wish to be the first?” Tech examined the vials of synthesized serum.

“We aren’t sure what the side effects may be.” You looked back over Nala Se’s notes. There was nothing about side effects listed in her notes so you were a bit hesitant. You weren’t sure if this was going to be painful for them.

Firs thing this morning, they had nearly busted down the lodge door after hearing the news of your success.

“It doesn’t matter.” Rex crossed his arms, “You need to test it on one of us, and we’re here, offering.”

You nodded.

“I just want you to be prepared for the fact that none of us know how this is going to react. It might hurt.” You explained.

“We’ve been through worse.” Wolffe said gruffly.

You sighed, “Okay.”

Just then, the door to the lodge opened and in came Howzer. He looked sharp. Clean shaven, hair washed and damp from the rain, along with his all black civvies.

You had to calm your heart a bit. His presence still made you a little nervous despite your silent understanding. You hadn’t said a word to him since Teth. It was awkward to say the least.

“You need another lab rat?” He asked rolling up his sleeves.

“Captain.” You nodded formally.

He just raised a brow before settling in next to Wolffe. He clearly wasn’t prepared for your formality.

“We don’t know the side effects.” You disclosed.

“Fine with me.” He nodded.

You finally relented with a sigh before turning to grab the vials and loaded one into your injector gun.

“Who’s first?” You asked.

Rex stepped forwards rolling up the sweater he borrowed from Tech.

You sterilized the skin on his arm before pressing the gun forwards and pulling the trigger injecting him with the serum. The man didn’t even flinch or make a sound as the vial emptied.

You pressed a tissue to the wound before emptying out the cartridge before loading in the second.

Wolffe then stepped forwards pulling off his vambrace to reveal the sleeve of his blacks. He yanked the fabric back giving you access to his caramel skin. You cleaned the sight before repeating the action.

Once you got to Howzer, he tugged up the sleeve silently understanding the process.

As you neared him, you could feel his burning gaze upon you.

It was alarming to remember how intense he was. He reminded you of Wolffe in a lot of ways. Younger, but still, the energy was so similar. Howzer was an intense man too. One of the reasons why you had gravitated towards Howzer all those moons ago. He was a good alpha, and a fantastic lover. The memory of his touch made you heat slightly. You prayed your cheeks didn’t redden being this close to him. You noticed the familiar tattoos on his forearm that made you shiver.

You remembered mouthing at that skin in the throws of your heats. The taste of his skin suddenly recollected to the front of your mind.

It was like he knew exactly what you were thinking of and you noticed the sly smirk he tried to disguise on his lip.

You forced yourself to take a breath willing yourself to calm.

His scent was far too familiar, too intimate…

Pressing the gun to his forearm, you swallowed thickly ignoring his piercing gaze. You remained professional until you handed him the tissue to clean the bead of blood.

You heard him inhale deeply trying to catch a glimpse of your scent, but he scrunched his nose clearly not liking the smell. It had been altered after all.

And you knew how much he liked you smelling like him…

You dared to look up at him, and his distaste quickly morphed into a much softer gaze.

“Y/N…” He whispered, but you ignored him.

You turned back to the table to set down the injector and pull off your gloves.

“Okay, everyone stay here so I can observe your vitals. I have to check on Kix.” You said giving them a polite smile before leaving them.

You let out the breath you had been holding before walking over to Kix’s medical pod. He was still sleeping. Poor guy. You were certain his exhaustion was from the carbonite sickness, his body had been through quite the ordeal.

You all still had no idea how he even ended up in that situation but that was for later.

Right now, you needed to scan his vitals again.

Layla heard you enter the room and raised her head from the cot. She must have been folded over the side of the mattress with her arms folded as a pillow for some time now.

“Hey.” She croaked waking up.

“Hey.” You smiled grabbing the scanner on the side table, “Has he woken at all?”

She huffed, “Once last night. But then he conked out again.”

You approached the other side off the bed where you brushed back his hair to tilt his head to the side to place the scanner on his neck.

When the scanner beeped, you looked at the readings, “He’s in perfect health. I’m hoping he wakes up soon.”

Layla hummed before standing to stretch, “I need to wash up and change. Where can I do that?”

“We have a shower here in the clinic, but you’re welcome to go back to our place. Just let one of the boys know. They get a little territorial over the bathroom.”

Layla huffed a laugh before nodding to grab her duffle.

She was walking to the in-clinic bathroom when she suddenly called out for you.

“What?” You shuffled into the main exam room to find Layla scanning Rex.

“I think they’re feeling a bit drowsy.” Layla said helping Rex lay down.

You checked the data pad as Wolffe and Howzer both slumped over. Their readings were all ok.

Layla was right they were just drowsy.

You ordered a few medical droids to keep a constant reading on them as they got comfortable. Layla quickly helped you throw some blankets on them before leaving them all to their little cat nap.

“I got Kix, you get cleaned up and comfortable.” You ordered to Layla who nodded and continued on to the ensuite bathroom.

You took a brief moment to run your fingers carefully over Howzer’s forehead feeling the warmth of his skin. You shuddered as your fingers felt the firmness of his cheekbones and defined jaw. His eyes remained peacefully closed as he slept, and you helped tilt his head back onto the pillow to keep him comfortable.

Your heart ached with fondness for the alpha, at one point you had believed he was the one for you. You couldn’t help but be greedy and lean down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. With a shudder, you stood back up and pushed his hair from his face.

The clone looked peaceful, no scowl, no stress, and no worries. He looked almost boyish in this state.

You couldn’t help the saddened smile that crept up on your lip. It pained you to know that he was probably still hurt.

You whispered, “I’m sorry Howz… I didn’t think all of this would have gone the way it has. The force works in mysterious ways.” You continued to play with his hair, “You took such good care of me and your men. I’ll never forget my time with you on Ryloth. You’re a good alpha Howz, and a good man.”

You sighed and pulled the hand woven blanket up to his chin, tucking him in and making sure he stays warm.

Then you turned to return back to your work.

~~~

A few hours later, the boys had all come baring gifts of comfort. They fed you, gave you enough time to quickly change and shower while they watched Kix, before you returned to curl up on the lounger Wrecker dragged inside. Tech held you closely, giving you little pets on your head as you rested against his warm beating chest.

Layla also had curled up on another cot the boys dragged in next to Echo as everyone got some much needed rest.

Tech was the only one still awake as he kept dutiful watch from the lounger letting you, his little omega, get some much needed sleep.

On the other side of the room, he heard Kix shift a little in his sleep. Tech pushed back his goggles, before perking up to observe the reg.

Then in an instantaneous flash, Kix sat up ram rod straight, and screaming, “Dooku! It was Dooku!”

Everyone in the room jolted awake violently reaching for their weapons.

Kix screamed and groaned as the lights seemed to agitate him. He tried standing up, but knocked over a med droid, and a few items on the table.

You shot up trying to rush over to him before he destroyed the whole lab.

“Ahh!” He cried out, “Get away!” He punched the droid sending the unit flying into the wall.

“Kix!” You tried to get his attention but he seemed to be manic. He wasn’t hearing you.

“Y/N, be careful.” Tech stood to try and put himself between you and the agitated soldier.

“Kix!” Layla and Echo chimed in raising their hands trying to calm him.

“Brother!” Echo stepped forwards taking the brunt of his hits and forced him into a tight embrace, “Vod!”

“I-I swear I just wanted to help!” Kix whimpered, “I wanted to help Fives!”

Echo suddenly shuddered, “Kix, you’re okay. You’re safe. Look around.”

Kix heaved trying to ground himself. He burrowed into Echo’s front, scenting his familiar brother.

The medic was finally starting to calm down as he blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the lights. He then bristled as a soft hand scratched against his back making him turn to look at Layla who was standing next to him a little moon eyed and startled.

You checked the time seeing it was three past midnight.

The two got him settled back in before you checked his vitals one last time to confirm he was indeed okay.

“Where am I?” He asked looking a bit dazed.

Echo pulled one of the colorful blankets over Kix’s legs.

“You’re on Zyphor. We have a settlement here with just us, and a few clones.” You said.

“W-what happened?” He asked pulling the blanket up.

“It’s been over a year, Kix,” Echo began, “We just found you in carbonite, we were hoping you might be able to fill us in on a few things.”

Kix looked to you, noticing how close Tech was to you and he squinted his eyes suspiciously.

He then looked to his brother, “I-I tried to warn everyone. I tried to tell Skywalker. I confirmed Five’s theory and ran tests on the inhibitor chips inside Tup’s head. But, when I told the long necks… I was suddenly moved to a different location. I remember seeing Dooku, and then it was nothing…” He shook his head trying to put the pieces together.

“I don’t want to distress you any further Kix, but I feel like you should know.” Echo cleaner his throat trying to fight off his own emotions, “But Fives, was killed. Palpatine told him everything, it sent him into a frenzy and then he was killed by the guard.”

Kix’s face morphed into deep sadness, “Fives is dead?”

Echo’s expression fell and he nodded solemnly.

“I didn’t warn Skywalker.” Kix shook his head, “I should have gone straight to him instead of the long necks.”

“They were in on it.” You sighed, “They helped to create the entire war for Palpatine.”

Kix leaned back into the bed looking up at the ceiling, “W-where is everyone else?”

“The Jedi were executed.” Echo filled him in, “And then the entire 501st company went down in a ship crash when they turned on Rex and Soka.”

“Everyone?” Kix was in disbelief.

Echo nodded.

“Kriff.” Kix rubbed at his eyes.

You all remained there in slightly uncomfortable silence as Kix processed everything.

Tech guided you back into his side and you nuzzled into him.

Kix groaned, “And that! Someone explain that!” He gestured to you and Tech, “I thought you were being tailed by Commander Wolffe or the 99 Sergeant! You were practically fucking in the hangar bay last I saw you!”

Tech growled possessively.

“Oh man.” Echo chuckled, “You’ve missed a lot.”

“I wasn’t quick enough to the draw.” Wolffe emerged into the doorway looking tussled from sleep. His famous scowl was only emphasized by his sleepiness and his ruffled hair.

“Neither was I.” Howzer stepped up next to Wolffe rubbing his eyes. You felt your stomach flip. Maker above. Having all these alphas in this space was making you antsy.

Tech was nearly vibrating trying to remain civil as he held a protective grasp on you.

“Captain Howzer?” Kix was disbelief, “I haven’t seen you since you were in my tent on Ryloth.”

Howzer chuckled, “Yeah it’s been a while vod. How ya feeling?”

“Like shit.” Kix laughed.

Layla held up a water cup forcing him to drink something. He looked at her with mesmerized eyes. She smiled sweetly as offered him some more which he gladly gulped down.

Kix swallowed and turned back to you, “Last time I saw you, you had just gone into heat because of Sergeant grumps.” He joked.

You sighed, “Kix, there’s something else-“

“What’s going on in here?” Hunter and Crosshair walked past Wolffe and Howzer giving the both of them a terse look.

Ugh the damn bond. Probably felt Tech fuming through it.

“Tiny, was just explaining to everyone why she’s mated to Tech.” Echo drawled.

Hunter and Crosshair both raised a brow.

“Well, not just myself. But also my batch mates.” Tech replied for clarification.

Crosshair saddled up to your other side sandwiching you between himself and his twin.

You smiled awkwardly at Kix as you watched him go slack jaw.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“H-how is that even possible?” He was trying to recall all his knowledge on the lupine genders and behavior patterns he was forced to study as a cadet.

Wolffe nodded in their direction, “That little omega is a rare variant of our sub-species who can have an unlimited amount of alpha partners. Empire found out, captured her, and my entire garrison, then they imprisoned us in a breeding facility with the sniper, and tried to clone her to create a few army with all of us and our offspring. Rex and the boys came to our rescue. Blew up the base and brought us here.”

Wolffe’s casual tone had Kix absolutely flabbergasted. It was like he was recounting a mission report with his level headedness.

“Who tried to breed you?” Kix was properly enraged.

“The Empire.” You squeaked feeling the heat rising in your face.

“The Empire…” He repeated like that was common knowledge.

“The Chancellor over threw the senate and the republic and created the galactic empire.” Echo explained.

“What. The. Fuck.” Kix shook his head. You were sure he had a million questions swirling around in his head.

“But that doesn’t explain that you’re mated?” He pointed at you again.

“Well that happened during a drug induced haze that made me bite Crosshair which in turn he bit me back.” You replied, “Then the others happened shortly after that.”

“You were in a relationship this whole time?” He was aghast, “I thought you were with Howzer?”

Hunter and Crosshair snarled.

“Well, not really…” You tried to placate your mates, “That didn’t happen until we got stranded on Mimban after the GAR sent us to Kasssyyykk. We crash-landed and all went into heat and rut… obviously you can put together the pieces there. I hadn’t seen Howzer in over eight standard months at that point.”

Howzer nodded in the doorway.

You looked to Echo, “Why am I constantly having to explain my sexual history in front of my former commanding officer?”

Echo laughed as Hunter quirked his head in the direction of the ARC Trooper.

Tech chimed in, “I’d like to point out that I have upheld my banishment of speaking on this topic.”

You have his hand a squeeze and a smile.

“I think you kids need to let those two catch up.” Rex’s groggy voice came from behind Wolffe, “They haven’t seen each other in ages and I’m sure theres some details not everyone needs to hear for the millionth time.”

Rex always had a knack for settling people straight. At this point he was pro, with having to wrangle Fives and Echo all those years.

“Of course Captain.” Layla winked at Rex before sauntering out of the treatment room. Rex watched her leave with a smirk.

Wolffe and Howzer turned to return to their med pods, while your mates stuck around.

“You alright?” Hunter checked in on you.

You nodded, “I can take care of him. You guys get your sleep. Take Echo with you. He needs his real bed.”

Echo grunted in agreement.

“Comm us if you need anything.” Crosshair pressed a kiss to your head before leaving with his brothers.

Hunter and Tech also gave you a kiss before leaving you alone with your longest friend.

You sighed and crossed your arms looking at Kix like he was a cadet all wrapped up in a pink and green blanket.

He patted the bed next to him which you happily trotted over and plopped down next to him.

“So…” He looked down at you, “Did you end up fucking Wolffe?”

“No!” Wolffe yelled from the other room.

You giggled and shoved Kix playfully, “No.”

“So like how does that work?” He snickered, “Do they like run a train on you or something?”

“Oh my gods Kix!” You screeched, you were certain the other men in the room next door heard him, “You’re worse than Echo.”

He giggled, “C’mon I’ve been frozen for over a year, give a guy something good.”

“No they don’t run a train on me.” You were horrified at that verbiage.

“No judgement tiny,” He raise his brows, “The 501st ran trains all the time. Sometimes with more than one omega.”

Now it was your turn to gawk.

“Stop telling her these things!” Rex chastised from the other room.

“Oh please, like you didn’t join!” Kix teased. You heard nothing from the other room, “And I’m sure the Captain and Commander had their own fun too.” Kix continued, “I heard a lot of things about Wolffe’s men back in the day…” He whispered and you shook your head.

You thought you were going to pass out. Absolutely no way, the cheshire style grin that appeared on your face. How absolutely insane. Echo never told you about that…

“Do I want to ask about Echo’s involvement?” You whispered.

“No!” Rex admonished.

You looked at Kix who just replied with a telling smirk.

“Ewugh, bleh.” You shook your head.

“Anyways. Not the first time a clone had shared a woman.” He nudged you, “You look good though. You’re not as scrawny as you used to be. All healthy and glowing and shit.”

“Echo trained me in hand to hand. Then working here on the farm I think has bulked me up a little.” You replied sheepishly.

“Looks good on you, Tiny.”

“Thanks.”

“Okay, so how do you manage all of them?

“We have a schedule.”

He smirked, “Do those schedules ever overlap?”

You bit your lip and nodded. You had a flashback to the day before with Hunter and Crosshair which made you shiver slightly.

He nodded slyly. It made you giggle. It was nice talking to him again. It was like talking with Echo. There was such a natural flow and you had alway felt comfortable with Kix. With him being a medic, he had that special personality about him that made you instantly feel safe in his care.

“… so they do run trains…”

“Kix!” You grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it.

He howled with laughter and let you smack him.

“Hey if you ever want another alpha you know where to look!” Wolffe hollered from the other room.

“We’re pros at trains according to Kix!” Howzer chimed in.

“Shut up!” You yelled back.

You heard Rex groan and shift in his blankets clearly grossed out by this entire conversation.

You sat and chatted with Kix for the remainder of the night filling him in on every life detail and you too listened to him as he wanted all the details that lead up to this very moment. You couldn’t blame him, you’d want the play by play too if you were in his position.

When morning finally comes, you make to excuse yourself to let Kix rest, and when you enter the main treatment room, Howzer gently tugs you side with a gentle hold on your wrist. You flinch slightly realizing he had gripped over Wrecker’s mark making you shudder.

“Sorry.” He withdrew realizing what he had done. Clearly he wasn’t used to that.

“It’s alright.” You rubbed at the mark, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to talk.” Howzer said trying to soften his expression as much as possible, “I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to get you alone without your mates around.”

You huffed, “Howzer-“

“I’m not trying to upset you.” He interrupted.

You relented and sat down on the cot next to him.

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m not angry with you.” He began, “Confused? Yes. Shocked? Absolutely…. And jealous… I didn’t know how to react. When I saw you on Teth I thought it was going to be like old times. Like you were still mine. I wondered how the hell you ended up on Teth. I didn’t even know you got reassigned to the 99’s.”

Your body tensed at his words of ownership. It didn’t feel right now that you knew for a fact you belonged to your mates.

“I didn’t know. And I’m sorry for lashing out. You don’t deserve that. You’re a very special woman, and frankly I should have proposed a bond to you back on Ryloth but I was afraid something might happen to me and you’d bear the consequences.”

Your heart raced rapidly hearing those words. A bond with Howzer? You had to take a breath, you hadn’t realized how attached he had been. He had come to you on those particularly difficult nights for comfort, but you always thought you were supposed to remain friends after you both agreed on the terms of your relationship. Well, more like friends with benefits. He was in command of an entire garrison and yourself. You were his working medic while under his command. You knew nothing more could have come of it, but he was a very impressive alpha. A strong one too. You couldn’t blame yourself for having those feelings about the captain.

“I didn’t want anything to happen to you.” He looked at you endearingly, “I’m glad you’re happy. I’m glad they make you happy. While I don’t entirely understand it, I guess it’s not for me to understand. I just want to make sure you’re good.”

He was a damn good alpha. You sighed and looked back at him, “Thank you, Howzer. I didn’t want to upset you either, it was making me so anxious. I never wanted to hurt you and I felt like I had.”

“Not you darling. I was also a little put off by Crosshair after the events with the empire. The empire had interrogated me as well before he came to Ryloth. They wanted to know everything about you. I only told them limited details but I was worried you were in danger. Then the sniper showed up and tore apart the base on his mission to retrieve you.”

“He was heavily under the programming of the inhibitor chips, he also thought I was dead. He was suffering a lot.”

“He thought you were dead?”

“It’s a long story.” You shuddered recounting the emptiness from the severed bond.

“Well that would make sense.” Howzer huffed out a short laugh, “I’d tear apart the base too.”

You smiled taking his hand in yours.

“Are we okay?” You asked sincerely, “I can’t stand thinking you hate me.”

“I could never hate you, little dove.” However ran his thumb over your hand, “But if you ever need a fifth…”

You rolled your eyes playfully before standing up.

“I’ll let you know.” You joked making him smile.

~~~

When the morning light bleed through the curtains and warmed your nose, you blinked your eyes open and stretched like a loth cat, only to be obstructed. You mewled feeling Tech’s heavy arm pinning you to his front. You tried to flip around to face him but he shifted, pushing you nearly under him as he sighed in his sleep.

Deciding there was no point in trying to fight the heavy alpha. You snuggled into him, enjoying his warmth as he nearly suffocated you in his scent.

You were in heaven. The fur pelts of your nest kept you toasty warm as the last of the fire crackled out. You scooted further back pressing as close as possible to your tall alpha. He groaned waking up lightly. His hand brushed up against your front, cupping your breast. You giggled sleepily as he squeezed and massaged you.

“You’re up early, darling.” His raspy voice made you squirm.

“I have a big day, alpha.” You replied rolling over to face him.

His eyes were still closed as he lightly dragged his fingers over your back leisurely. You pressed kisses to his chest and he rumbled happily. You rubbed your cheeks against his skin leaving your scent on him making you purr.

“Oh yeah? What is on your schedule today?” He asked reaching for his goggles.

You kissed further down making him breathe a little faster.

“Well…” Your tone was teasing, “I was thinking…” You dragged your nail down his abs to his muscular thigh you saw his hardened cock twitch at the scrape of your nail, “I was thinking, I would blow my alpha, and then eat some breakfast, and then go to the lab to check in on the serum. Then maybe cure the entire clone population of accelerated aging.” You shrugged playfully.

Tech’s big eyes blinked behind his goggles as he watched you descent to settle between his legs.

“Sound good alpha?” You asked teasing your nails around the base of his cock making him break out in goosebumps.

“Seems like a reasonable plan.” He nodded trying to thrust his hips into your grasp.

You took mercy on him and grasped his hardened cock in your hand and gave him a few slow stokes making him swallow.

While, Tech and Cross are usually pretty dominant with you, in the mornings Tech was particularly softer with you. He usually let you do whatever you wanted which made your insides melt.

You continued to stroke him watching the way he was beginning to pant the longer you stimulated him.

You bit your lip as you swiped the pre come dripping from his flushed tip. Tech sucked in air at the feeling of your hand, but his noises escalated when you leaned down to lick the tip and he bit back a groan.

You smiled mischievously before sticking out your tongue and giving him a long lick from base to tip. Tech trusted upwards making you smile before fulling engulfing him in your mouth. He huffed at the intense warmth surrounding him.

“Darling.” He bit out as his hand instinctually flew to your hair, “Fuck.”

You gently bobbed your head taking him even deeper making Tech squirm on the fur pelts. You applied some more suction as you pushed yourself even deeper. His salty taste made your toes curl. His hand gently massaged your scalp as he softly guided you up and down his length at the speed he needed.

You moaned around his length making him shudder. Kriff he looked so damn good. His entire body flexed and showed off his lean muscles.

Tech’s hips stuttered slightly and you doubled down, massaging his length with your tongue. He let a tiny whimper slip before he twitched and spilled his cum into your throat. You swallowed diligently as he sagged down into the nest trying to catch his breath.

“Mega…” He slurred trying to recover from the orgasm. You smiled and sat back up on your heels before giving his abs one last kiss before standing.

“Where are you going?” He asked pushing his hair back.

“I told you.” You giggled, “I’m going to make some breakfast then head to the clinic.”

“I fear that I would be a bad alpha if I allowed you to leave without repaying the favor.” He said sitting up and coving his lap with a blanket.

You smiled grabbing your robe and pulling it on, “It’s alright alpha, I’m too distracted anyways.”

He relented and relaxed back into the fur.

You skipped into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Turning on the shower water, you stepped inside to scrub down.

~~~

Wrecker and the others were awake and in the kitchen by the time you left the bathroom.

The smell of eggs and meat made your mouth water. You saddled up next to Hunter, sitting in his lap as Wrecker placed your plate in front of you. You thanked him and grabbed your spork to dig in.

Hunter wrapped you in his strong arms and nuzzled his mark on your neck no doubt leaving his scent behind.

Tech finally rose up out of the nest to dress declaring this plans for fence repair today.

Hunter nipped you playfully making you squeal.

By the time you finished your meal, the boys had cleaned up and were starting to get ready for their day. Hunter deposited you on the floor where Crosshair and him fussed about getting you dressed for the weather. The can’t stand the idea of you getting a cold.

They tied your rain hat over your head and pulled your jacket on before giving you a little pat on the ass before following you outside.

They detoured off towards the stables while you continued on the little winding path towards the half buried domicile in the hill. You could see some lights on inside which let you know at least someone was awake this morning.

You were hoping that Kix was back to normal…

The sound of the front door swooshing open momentarily held your attention before you looked up to see one of the most disturbing sights you have ever seen in your short lifespan…

Layla was straddling Kix, while Echo’s pale naked body nestled up behind Layla and all three of them had not an article of clothing in sight.

All three heads of Kix, Layla, and Echo whipped around to look at you as both alpha’s froze mid thrust while Layla balked in the direction in which you stood. Kix’s face was covered in a sheen of sweat and his cheeks were flushed while Layla was trying her best to cover up with the sheets and Echo joust stood there un-phased if not a little annoyed to be interrupted.

You closed your eyes let out a horrified scream and turned on your heel to run out of the lab.

“Wait!” Layla screamed after you but it was no use you kept screaming as you ran back towards the stables.

It wasn’t long before Crosshair and Hunter ran up to you, blasters in hand, looking worried.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and flung yourself into Hunter’s chest, “I just walked in on Layla, Kix… and Echo.”

There was a moment of silence before you heard Crosshair’s chuckle. Images of Echo’s pale ass flashed into your mind’s eye. You cringed.

“I think you woke up the whole settlement.” Hunter shimmied you both around to see curious heads popping out of their homes.

You giggled, “Whoops.”

Crosshair shrugged, “Didn’t know Echo still had it in him.”

You slapped his arm, “Cross… I’ve been traumatized and you’re joking about it?”

“At least Kix is fine.” He pointed out.

That was true at least.

You wish you could erase the past five minutes from your memory however.

Hunter chuckled, “You’re fine mesh’la. Let’s give them twenty minutes then go back.”

The three of you walked towards the stables where you could at least play with the barn tookas while you waited for them to finish.

What a fucking morning…

~~~

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

The three of them stood anxiously by your lab door like kicked puppies.

You refused to turn around. You couldn’t even look without picturing that.

“It never happened.” You waved them off, “I’m just glad you’re back to normal, Kix.”

“B-But-“ He started but Echo just gestured for him to return back to the other room.

“Trust me. This is the better option.” The Arc trooper tried to console his friend.

You were too busy with your work anyways.

Howzer, Rex and Wolffe all came back normal once they dealt with their quick bit of drowsiness. When they woke up, they felt absolutely fine and have no shown any signs of side effects. When you checked their DNA once again, you saw the alterations and how they were now practically identical to natural born human males. Their accelerated aging had been totally reversed…

The comparison however was remarkable, the ways the Kaminoan’s altered their genetic structures to prevent disease, and recover from injury quicker, amongst other things. It was a scientific marvel. You could stare at their genomes for hours. You wondered how much of that genetic data you could replicate for yourself and others.

You heard another beep go off letting you know the synthesizer was finished with another batch of vials, while your assistant medical droids packaged them up neatly in crates getting them ready for use.

You picked up a single vile looking at it and thinking of what Hunter said earlier. You sighed. It would be nice to just be normal and start a family. You know your alphas would make amazing fathers. Protective, loving, smart, and brave. All the qualities you could want. As you held the blue vile, you decided this one was for Hunter and you slipped it into your pocket.

“Need any help?” Kix returned standing in your doorway awkwardly.

You looked up and raised a brow.

“I feel bad…” he admitted.

You softened your gaze, “It’s alright Kix, if you want to help me start organizing for distribution I’d appreciate it.”

He waddled inside plopping down next to the droids trying to understand the science behind all of this.

“So… how much did you see?” He asked sheepishly.

You grumbled, “Too much.”

“Sorry.” He chewed his lip.

You both locked eyes and stared feeling the awkwardness before you both burst out into hysterical laughter.

“You were literally frozen in carbonite and the first thing you do coming out is have a threesome?!” You were howling with laughter feeling the tears running down your eyes.

“Listen… Listen!” He waves his hands around, “I woke up from the worst situation I’ve ever been in and my dream omega is right there! Give a guy some credit!”

He wiped away tears under his eyes.

“Kix!” You screamed flopping onto your back.

“Ahh!” He tried to calm down, “it wasn’t the first time…”

You looked at him again with owlish eyes, “What?”

“Well after Sarge wiped the floor with you after Crait, we had to bring Layla back to Coruscant… and well… we did it in the med-bay stock room.” He clamped his mouth shut anticipating your reaction.

“No fucking way.” Your brows raised and your jaw dropped, “ She didn’t tell me that!”

“She didn’t tell you what?” Hunter sauntered into the room crossing his arms and raising a playful brow.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“What’s the fun in that?” He leaned against the entry door.

“Hi Sarge.” Kix nodded in Hunter’s direction.

“Long time no see.” Hunter smirked.

Kix cleared his throat, “I’m feeling a strange urge to yell at you for mating my best friend and little sister, but I’m going to settle for telling you that you better keep those boys in line and take good care of her alright?”

You giggled at Kix’s sudden protectiveness.

Hunter just smiled, “Don’t have to worry about us doc, she’s the one keeping us all in line.”

You rolled your eyes.

Hunter then looked to you, “Wanna grab some chow? Wrek made some shaak roast.”

Your mouth instantly watered, “I want to, but I have all these…” You looked at the cases of synthesized cure.

Kix stood up waving his arms around, “Don’t worry about that. You’ve done enough creating it, Layla and I can distribute it. We're not strangers to injector guns.”

That was true.

“Okay.” You smiled, “Give me three more.”

Kix handed you three more which you stashed in your pocket along with the other vile with your sergeant’s name on it.

You grabbed your injector gun and let Hunter walk you back to the house.

“So, the cure is ready for distribution?” Hunter held the door open for you and let you step inside.

You kicked off your boots with an excited grin, “Yup.”

“I feel like there’s something else…” He raised a brow,”

“Well…” You suddenly got a little shy, “I was thinking… after you’re all cured, I thought we might talk about maybe… trying for a pup?”

Hunter stared at you, trying to catch his breath. You were positive his heart was racing as quickly as yours was. The look of hope and excitement on his face made your insides tingle.

“A-are you sure?” He reached out grabbing your shoulders.

You chewed your lips and stared up into his grey eyes, “Well, now that I have other medics here… I wasn’t exactly looking forwards to making Tech take a crash course in labor an delivery…”

“He would have learned everything you would have needed.” Hunter smiled.

“I know…” You giggled, “But, I wanted to ask you… I can tell you’ve been thinking about it more recently. And I think you’d make an amazing father.”

“I-“ Hunter was at a loss for words, “Really?” His eyes lit up.

“Yeah, Hunter, I do.” You smiled, “I want to ask the other three too when the time is right… not entirely sure how Cross is going to feel about it.”

Hunter grumbled, “Probably wont be all that thrilled.”

“Well he’ll be outnumbered.” You winked at him.

Hunter smiled leaned forwards to press a kiss to your forehead.

“What are you two talking about?” Wrecker stepped out of the kitchen wearing his apron and oven mitts.

“Oh… nothing…” Your sing-song voice made him raise a brow suspiciously.

~ Nine months later ~

“Kix get the FUCK away from my mate!” Crosshair screamed over Wrecker’s shoulder as the giant held him firmly in place despite his wriggling.

“It’s okay, Tiny, just breathe!” Echo looked like he was going to faint from the side of the room. What a sport.

“Fuuuucccck!” You screamed baring down leaning into the urge to push.

“That’s it.” Kix and Layla encouraged from the foot of the bed, “Keep pushing!”

Hunter held your hand while Tech kept a cooling cloth on your forehead as you panted and screamed with every contraction.

“Where are the drugs?!” You demanded.

The medical droid quickly started distributing the pain medications.

“You’re almost there.” Layla said pushing your legs a little further up, “You got this babe.”

You turned to look at Hunter who looked just as woozy as Echo, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

He cringed with guilt. The poor alpha just gave you his best remorseful eyes as he lovingly held your trembling hand.

Another painful contraction hit and you knew it was go time.

“Move!” You threw everyone off of you.

“What is she doing?!” Echo was distraught watching you roll onto your side, and get back up on your hands and knees in a kneeling position.

“Get her back on her back!” He was about to lose it.

“Relax Echo, it’s a natural response to the birthing instincts.” Tech explained helping hunter to rub your back, “Gravity helps the pup slide out easier.” Tech was clearly fascinated with the entire process. As the clones themselves weren’t born naturally, he had done hours of endless research to prepare for this moment and all the moments after, “She’s just doing what her body is telling her to do.”

Echo covered his mouth anxiously barely able to watch as you bared down gritting your teeth together and let out a primal growl.

“Layla.” You panted. She was at your side instantly, “I can’t do it.” You wavered. The baby should have been here by now, you were certain, “I-I can’t…”

“You can.” She knelt down gettin glower so you could make eye contact. She looked to all of the alphas and gave them a stern look that let them know immediately to back the fuck off.

Hunter and the others retreated giving you space. Including Kix, who was still monitoring vitals from across the room.

“Look at me.” Layla growled.

You looked at her with a dazed expression. You were exhausted. The labor had been going on all night and you barely had a moment to rest in between painful contractions. You just wanted this over and done with.

“I’m tired.” You whimpered.

“I know.” Her tone was stern, “But you and Hunter have wanted this pup for so long… Look at him.”

You looked up seeing his guilty and worried expression before turning back to your friend.

“You’re going to deliver this fucking pup and your alphas are going to take care of you two.” She pointed to Hunter, “Don’t let your alpha down.” You whimpered at that.

Suddenly you were filled with the primal need to please your alpha. The instincts were beginning to override the pain and exhaustion.

Layla nodded her head seeing the change and look of determination in your eyes, “So… we’ll do it together…” You looked at her confused for a second before he stood up, grabbing a loose sheet from the neighboring bed before climbing into yours. He knotted one end and then the other before handing it to you, “Think you can lay on your back for me?”

You nodded before lazily rolling back onto your back. You didn’t necessarily feel like being in this position, but you were trusting Layla.

Luckily the drugs were starting to kick in and you were able to focus on whatever the hell she was cooking up.

You took one end of the knotted sheet and held on as she sat facing you mirroring your straddled position.

“Ready?” She asked.

You nodded.

When she began to pull on the sheet you mimicked her, pulling as hard as you could.

Fuck… you felt something.

She pulled again and you grunted feeling your abdominals begin to contract as you bared down.

“It’s working.” Kix said stepping forwards.

“One more time.” Layla said, “I can see the pup’s head.”

The excitement in the room was palpable. Even Crosshair had calmed down while the others watched in horrified fascination.

You pulled on the sheet once more and felt something like pressure.

“The pup’s head is out. You just have the shoulders, Y/N. C’mon atta girl.” Layla was excited.

You growled again pulling on the sheet before there was more pressure than a rush… Then you were suddenly… empty….

Layla dropped the sheet to catch the pup while Kix tended to you.

Hunter watched with bated breath as anticipatory silence over took the room.

Layla rubbed the pup’s chest slightly before a piercing cry broke the quiet. You audibly sighed in relief as the pup cried out to the world.

“Atta girl.” Echo rushed to your side while Layla cleaned your new born pup.

Hunter remained fixed on the spot unsure of what he was even seeing. It seemed like he was in shock that he was now a father… The tiny little pup was flailing around and Hunter was zeroed in on its little heart beat. Even the scent was a perfect mixture of the two of you.

Layla returned back to you to place the babe on your chest, “It’s a girl.”

“A girl?” You were in disbelief. You clutched the pup. She felt so small you couldn’t believe it.

You snuggled your baby, rubbing your scent into her skin as he cried.

“Hunter.”

Everyone cleared a path for the ex-sergeant to near. He hesitated for just a moment before forcing his legs to carry himself over to you.

He knelt down at your side pressing a kiss to your forehead. You could smell the worry on him still, and the vibration of awe through the bond.

“Our daughter.” You smiled tiredly up at him.

He looked down at you lovingly, absolutely blown away that you had just created this life inside you. He reached out his finger and watched with amazement when she wrapped her little hand around his with a death grip.

He gasped feeling her strength. You smiled watching him scent her.

Suddenly everything was perfect and right in the world, and the twelve hours of labour suddenly didn’t feel so bad watching Hunter hesitantly pick up the little bundle of pup into his big burly arms as he cradled your daughter so perfectly. She was so safe in his protective arms. You could feel the bond forming within your mate already the longer he gazed upon her.

“Awh!” Wrecker wiped a tear away, “I want one…”

You huffed a laugh..

“Well you’re going to have to wait a while,” Tech gave you a knowing look. He was referencing the fact you had all decided to go with age order on this matter.

“Alright, keep your paws off of her… at least 6 weeks before we can clear her.” Kix reminded picking up the cup of cool water to bring to your lips.

“Awh!” Both Wrecker and Crosshair groaned.

Layla shook her head.

“Tiny!” Rex’s voice suddenly cut in as he pushed through the door along with Howzer, Wolffe, Grim, Bolts, Stunner, and pretty much every other clone you’ve come to know, “Is she okay?” Rex demanded. They all stuffed themselves into the room eager to see.

“Yes, Captain, she’s alright.” Kix responded.

Rex nodded before walking over to you where he patted you on the shoulder.

You watched as Hunter fussed over the little one while your other mates grappled for a peek. Even Crosshair seemed smitten. You could feel the icy need to protect her with his life snap into place and you knew your baby girl was in good hands.

“Made a good one, kid.” Rex praised you.

“Thanks Captain.” You chewed an ice chip.

“She’s beautiful.” Wrecked mused.

“It’s a girl?” Rex asked with wide eyes.

“Mhmm.” You smiled, “She has Hunter’s eyes.”

“Watch her have super hearing too.” Kix laughed.

“I didn’t even consider that might be passed down genetically.” You mulled.

“Well someone has an army of uncles to watch over her.” Bolts giggled watching as your daughter stretched a hand up into the sky almost grabbing for her father. Hunter instinctually brought her up to his chest and tucked her into his neck.

“He’s a natural.” You smiled.

“You both are.” Layla replied with a smile. She grabbed onto Kix’s hand as everyone seemed to have their eyes on Hunter.

Yeah you were…

You looked at your family with pure adoration. Your mates never taking their eyes off the precious cargo that Hunter Clutched protectively.

Even when they carried you back home to your nest, they never left you and the baby alone for a second. Everything was perfect.

You were happy, safe, and content.

The war was long behind you and the Empire no longer existed to you all.

You could watch your daughter grow up in peace, surrounded by those who love her.

She’d never know war, violence, and cruelty. You wished the 501st could have been here to get to live this, but you knew you all carried them within you everywhere you went. The refugees on Zyphor honored them everyday by choosing to be happy and free.

And that was all you needed.

You were happy… and free.

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