#female twi'leks

[archeo-starwars]

[singswan-springswan]

why do we call them earcones it drives me bonkers. they are ears. they are simply ears shaped like cones. we get it. they're shaped like cones. we know. just call them ears.

[ladydancing]

My Charlie’s Angels of Star Wars. The ladies of The Dancing Lady, my Star Wars OCs, former bounty hunter Tizz Uuram, smuggler Aola Beck, and former Jedi Rania Chera. An amazing commission done by @somewillwin

[yoitsjay]

Stereotypes (MDNI 18+)

Painings: Rex X Twi'lek Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Rex always had a special bond. And after enough meddling from Anakin and the 501st, he finally tells you just what he's been feeling

Warnings: porn with a plot, bit of angst, racist stereotypes surrounding Twi'Lek women, smut (unprotected p in V) Rex is hot, creampie, sweet aftercare, sensitive Lekku, sexy ass reader, u finee

Word count: 4,541

Twi’lek’s had such a bad rep in the galaxy and you had to deal with that stereotype that all you were was a whore that leeched off others to make money. So you joined the republic GAR as a trained field medic. You were originally living on ryloth, and you had seen first hand how the republic clones saved your planet and your livelihood.

You worked closely with Cham Syndulla and his wife, and when you had told them that you wanted to join the republic as a medic, they were sad to see you go but understood that your extraordinary talents in field medicine could be a big help to many men who risked their life.

It took about a year for you to take all the tests and get all your qualifications in order, and it was especially hard because of your classmates and teachers who really held up the bad stereotypes against you. But you eventually got in and already you had proved just how good of a medic and doctor you were.

You bounced from battalion to battalion before you found a permanent home with the 501st, at least for a while anyway, and you alongside another clone who was also a medic oversaw a lot of men’s injuries and lively hoods. But because of you the death rate was at an all time low, while also having huge successes too.

To many others clones were expendable, but not to you. You showed these men your thoughts every day and within the next year you were as much as a sister to them as they were to you… especially Captain Rex… however he treated you with a gentleness that contradicted the way he pushed your battle boundaries, knowing that you were capable of so much more than just medicine…

He also cared for you in a way nobody had, not even the other clones you were with. He didn’t treat you like a sister, but you couldn’t pinpoint why… or what he was thinking necessarily.

You and the 501st were stationed on Kamino for a short rest and a supply stock up. You walked the long hallways with Jesse and Fives bickering behind you, acting almost like a personal guard.

The men you worked with may have been extraordinarily kind you you, but many clones were not, especially a lot of the first gen clones with the more… harsher generals. They gave you nasty looks, or some even catcalled you. One time a while ago you were walking alone to get medical supplies and stalk up on Bacta when a clone had backed you up into a corner and tried to do some… nasty things to you.

However Rex came to the rescue that day, and ordered his men to take turns accompanying you to stock up. And they did without question. You were grateful, but you could handle yourself and Rex knew that.

Like another time for instance, again on Kamino you were all in the mess hall eating, when a group of frat clones came up to you and started saying some pretty snide things. You didn't react at first, but when they joked about the kids on ryloth being raised as little whores you kind of snapped, spinning around with your meal tray as you smacked the main clone right in the head, knocking him out before you threw a couple punches at the others before getting held back by Fives, who was laughing his ass off.

You tried not to let these things affect you, but some days just took their toll…

Currently you were on coruscant with Captain Rex, General Skywalker and Commander Tano, who was always the kindest towards you, and you often did a lot of things together during your spare time and breaks, like painting each others nails or doing each others makeup amongst other things, she also started training you in self defense and melee combat with a knife, which would come in handy now that you got promoted to the frontlines.

As you were passing through the barracks you heard some teasing voices coming from the main cots and bunks, it was a big room and you often hung out there with Fives or Tup or Jessie. As you approached the door you started hearing their voices a bit clearer, and what Fives said next had your heart pumping as you moved your lekku to rest on your chest instead of your back.

“It’s so obvious that Rex has feelings for her, you all see these small touches on her lower back, or the hand squeezes he gives her after every mission brief. Or even when he hears her shouting orders to you Kix, we see his eyes searching for her just to make sure that she's okay!” Fives exclaimed, earning agreeable hums from the other clones.

“But does Y/n feel the same about him?” Jessie’s voice piped up, and you shifted slightly to see into the bunks through a crack in the door, seeing now who was seeing, but you could distinguish their voices now, they all had different tones or ways of speaking. You found it endearing…

Regardless you moved in closer, resting your hand on the handle while your other rested on the frame.

“Of course she loves him back, she has too with the way her cheeks flush every time he touches her. Every time she cups her hand over her mouth when he says something in that commanding tone he brings up when giving orders.” fives rebutted, crossing his arms over his chest.

You flushed at that statement. ‘Do I really do that?’ you thought to yourself, glancing around before continuing to listen. “Okay, then what do we have to do to get them to confess? lock them in a closet? in Rex’s office?” Kix asked.

However before they could continue planning you felt a presence behind you, quickly noticing it was Rex who was giving you a curious look, you squealed loudly, losing your grip on the door as it slammed open and you fell forward. You expected to hit the ground but you didn’t, and instead you felt a warm, strong arm wrapped around your waist.

You had your eyes squeezed shut, but slowly you opened one, keeping the other shut still as you looked at Rex, who’s face seemed flushed as he looked at you. You quickly relaxed, placing your hands on his armored shulders as he helped you up. You cleared your throat, placing a hand over your mouth as you glanced back at the others who all had smirks on their faces.

You glared at Fives, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at them, hearing them all laugh in response, but they made no motion to leave. You turned to Rex again, seeing him all flushed still. asked softly, seeing his hands tighten into fists for a moment as you used his title, not noticing how he shivered slightly. His brothers however, noticed right away and within seconds they had cleared out of the room.

You gently grabbed Rex’s hand and led him to one of the cots, pushing him to sit as you looked at his hands. “Are you okay Captain? You're not hurt are you?” You asked, standing between his legs as you grabbed your data pad and gave him a quick scan, picking up that his heart rate was faster than normal, and his face was abnormally hot.

Fives, Jessie and Kix were now the ones eavesdropping, but you didn’t notice, more focused on Rex.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he stared at you, all fidgety. “Captain?”

“Y-yeah- I mean! no! no… im- im fine just… I need to talk to you- to tell you something.” He muttered to you, grabbing the data pad out of your hands, setting it down beside him as he then grabbed your hands, holding them gently.

“Okay Captain… whatever you need to tell me you can, i won't judge.” You said softly, still standing between his legs. He gulped again, glancing over at Fives who gave him a thumbs up. rex sucked in a deep breath, remembering the words that Anakin had told him.

“Don't be afraid when telling her how you feel, beating around the bush will just make it worse. Just tell her. The worst she can say is no.”

Rex stared at you, pursing his lips before finally speaking. “Will you go on a date with me? before we have to leave for another mission. General Sk- Anakin gave me some credits, and I want to take you somewhere nice… so…” Rex trailed off, looking away from you after seeing your shocked face.

So fives was right, Rex did have feelings for you…

You gently reached forward resting your hand against his cheek, turning his face towards yours as you leaned into him slightly. “I’d love to.”You whispered, pressing a kiss to his browline, rubbing his cheek bone with your thumb before you pulled away. Just then the clones who were all listening, which was a lot more than you thought, all burst into the room and cheered. Rex stood up and smiled down at you, before embracing you tightly.

Fives came up behind you and he gripped your shoulders, shaking you gently before high fiving Jessie, who grinned at you and Rex. “It's about time, we’ve been trying to get you both together for a year now! I guess I owe General Skywalker some credits, he did bet that he'd get you to say something first.” Fives joked, and you and Rex both sent him a look.

You turned to Rex, smiling brightly. “Pick me up at eight” You whispered, pulling away before turning to Fives. “And as for you, you shouldn’t be meddling into people's love lives.” You scolded, but he simply shrugged and walked off to go pay up to the general.

You had left after some more sweet words exchanged between you and Rex, making your way back to your quarters where you commed Ahsoka, and told her the good news. She was quick to come to your place of living in the barracks, and she had also brought over a bunch of dresses that Padme sent her with, since she was with Padme when you told the girl the good news, and then offered up some dresses.

So for a couple hours you and Ahsoka messed around and did little fashion shows for each other with the dresses, until you finally found a dress that complimented your skin tone, showed some skin to entice but covered just enough to leave the mind wandering. The dress had two slits in the front, revealing both legs while having a detailed and gold embroidered cloth hang between the legs. The back of the dress dipped into a low V shape, stopping right above your tailbone.

It was designed in a way where the fabric climbed up your neck, a strap that connected at the back of your neck, looking almost like a choker but connected to the dress. The middle part of the top was a window, which is where your cleavage was visible, and the window was a north star shaped one, which tied into the other starry and moon beads that decorated the bodice and then scattered around the skirt, the beading getting scarce the lower it got.

There was a metal chain that also rested around your lower waist, with matching stars and moons. You put on some long dangly earrings, a chain that trailed down and then dropped into a crescent moon. All the accessories were gold to match the embroidery… and Finally you had the lekku jewelry and headwear. You had removed the fabric and goggles that rested on your head, and replaced it with a starry chain headdress that circled around your lekku, it wasn't stiff, but the chain shaped perfectly and allowed for the freedom of movement.

when you finally stepped out to show Ahsoka she gasped, her eyes going wide. Padme also had shown up and she smiled brightly when seeing you. “Oh wow, your stunning sweetheart- Rex won't be able to take his eyes off of you.” Padme said softly, Ahsoka’s giggles following after. “I hope not…” You trailed off, and Padme noticed the hesitation. “But?” She asked, hearing you sigh.

“I'm worried about the stereotype around Twi’leks and being.. well… sluts… will follow me and Rex tonight and I really don't want anyone to ruin our time.” You spoke honestly, seeing Padme frown… until an idea popped in her head and she pulled what seemed to be a simplistic holster, she then handed it to you, followed by a small, silver blaster.

“Take this with you, and make sure it's visible… and it should warrant off any attention. and if not? Rex is there right? He will defend you.” She said, and you offered her a grateful smile before strapping the blaster to your upper thigh, making sure it was still visible.

“Thank you girls.” You said softly, breaking out of your thoughts when you heard a knock at your door. You sucked in a deep breath and stood there while Ahsoka got to the door, grinning when she saw Rex in a neat suit, thanks to Anakin probably. “Who knew you could clean up?” SHe joked, and Rex rolled his eyes before stepping in. He did a quick scan of your quarters, the republic did nice with this space in the barracks for you, and of course it was personalized to your tastes too…

But when Rex’s eyes landed on your figure, they were blown wide and his lips parted as his jaw dropped. You had one of your lekky loosely around your neck while the other one hung backward. You took a step forward, your heels clicking against the floor which snapped Rex out of his thoughts. He shook his head, reaching out to grab your hand. “your…” he trailed off, speechless.

You giggled, nodding to Padme and Ahsoka for the help they gave before leading him out of the room. “Thank you” You spoke softly, understanding what he was trying to say. At least you hoped that he was trying to say that you were beautiful, and he nodded in confirmation, squeezing your hand as he took a hold of it. But instead of letting go like he usually did, he kept a hold on your hand.

“So where are we going?” you asked him as you walked down the Barrack halls together, seeing Fives and the other 501st members cheer and whistle at you both. You knew that these kinds of whistles were not derogatory, but supportive. These men- Rex’s brothers were calling you gorgeous, and Rex handsome, knowing now that he could actually dress up.

“Well… it's a surprise. The general hooked me up with a good spot on Coruscant, not too busy, but romantic.” He answered, and waiting outside the Barracks was a nice black speeder, with a droid chauffeur waiting for you both.

You blushed and grinned at the effort that Rex had put into this date, and he helped you into the speeder before climbing in after you. Immediately your hands intertwined and you shifted closer to him, leaning into his warmth as the Lekku that was hanging behind you then shifted and slightly wrapped around his arm as well.

He smiled down at you, hesitating for only a second before he placed a kiss on your temple.

The night went by fanominaly, no snide comments from other clones or strangers, you didn’t even need to flash the blaster that Padme had given you. You spent hours talking and laughing with Rex, telling him all about your explodes as a child, and how when the Ryloth rebellion started, you were the first teenager to offer up arms and resources to Cham Syndulla from your fathers farm, and when you were old enough you joined as quick as you could.

Rex told you what it was like when he was a child, a cadet, even if it didn’t last long because of his accelerated growth. Regardless, after eating and a couple drinks, you and Rex were stumbling back into your quarters. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other, somehow managing to lock the door, only for Rex to pick you up with ease as your lips slammed into each other.

You whispered the directions to your bedroom and he took you there right away, using one hand to keep you up in the air while the other unclipped all the little accessories, letting the belt fall, followed by the little clasp that held your dress together on your neck.

Rex then shifted his kisses down your cheek and jaw before moving to the exposed nape of your neck, sitting you down on your bed finally as he pushed you back, his hands sliding up your exposed thighs before he removed them and instead tugged at the fabric on your hip.

A soft grunt escaped your lips and you lifted your hips, allowing Rex the quick motion of sliding the dress down before quickly pulling it down your legs, tossing it to the floor. He oushed back a bit, letting his eyes wander as he took in your full nude form.

Your cheeks heated up significantly and you moved to cover your breasts, but Rex quickly grabbed your wrists and instead pinned them to your sides, and continued his trail of kisses down your clavicle, past your breasts and then down the center of your torso. pausing right below your belly button before he rose to his feet.

He stared right into your eyes as he removed his suit jacket, loosening the tie which he then brought to your wrists, he paused, looking into your eyes, “Yes… go ahead.” You whispered, and without a word he tied your wrists together above your head, tying it to the bed frame as you shifted your positions to be more comfortable, now laying in the center of your bed with your head resting on your pillows, yout lekku on either side of our arms, curling around them slightly.

He quickly removed the rest of his clothing, and when he finally removed his underwear your jaw dropped, and your legs parted slightly in response. He was… blessed. That's the only word you could really think of that suited him. He was thick, and the perfect length. His tip was flushed, and already leaking pre-cum which told you all you needed to know about him wanting you.

There you both stood, silent as the night as you admired each other. Just then you reached out with your foot, hooking it behind his back, pulling him forward and onto the bed… on top of you. You tugged at the restraints, remembering that they were there with a huff. however you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning up to press a chaste kiss against his lips before laying back again.

Rex quickly chased it, letting his hands rest comfortably in the dip of your waist. you then raised your lekku, using them like you would use your hand, and you used the tip to brush against his jaw. A shiver went down your spine, one that he quickly noticed.

“Are they… sensitive?” He asked, sliding his hands down to your thighs as he adjusted you so you slotted against him, him in a kneeling position with your legs resting on his hips, his cock nestled between your cunt, which let a hot sensation course through your belly. You nodded to his question after a moment.

“Yes, very… but you can touch them… stroking lekku its- its reserved for intimate times, and can be touched by lovers… so… I want you to touch them, like you're touching me.” You whispered, seeing burning desire creeping up in his beautiful auburn eyes.

Rex then slid his hand up, cupping your cheek for a moment before he gently cupped the base of your lekku, which already sent a shiver down your spine, however when he started moving his hand down you couldn’t help the soft whiny moan that tumbled from your lips at his action. He paused for a moment but you could feel how his cock throbbed against you, and you whined at the feeling.

“Release my hands.” You whispered to him, and he nodded, setting your hands free which immediately wrapped around his neck. You quickly shifted your weight and you forced him onto his back with you now sitting on top of him. You subtly grinded against him, eliciting his own soft moan, which made you grin.

“I want you.” You whispered to him, leaning forward as he caressed the back of your head again, nodding in agreement. You lift yourself up a bit, sliding your hand down between the both of you as you stroked him a few times before settling his tip at your entrance. You were soaked, and with him caressing your lek with one hand, and your breast with the other, you were basically dripping on his cock.

So without another word you sank down on top of him, a loud moan leaving your lips as your head fell back, a low groan tumbling from his, which made you throb in response. “Oh Captain…” You whined, feeling him grip your breast before his hand fell to your hip, squeezing the flesh in his hands.

You began rocking your hips slowly at first, and then started picking up your speed when he started to rut his hips upwards, chasing you every time you lifted up before slamming back down again. Every time you bounced on his cock, you felt the tip nudge against her Cervix which drove you wild. and Rex too with the way he had his eyes glued to your face, seeing every way your brow quivered, or your lips formed an “O” shape when you were about to moan.

Soon enough he could feel you starting to slow your pacem but you were tensing around him, your orgasm building up in your gut like his was. But he didn’t want to even think about releasing yet.

So Rex quickly flipped you both again, making sure you were comfirtable as he lidted your legs up, pressing them back intil they reached your chest. Your eyes widened sliglty but you nodded to him, and just like that he started slamming his hips into yours, the wet and sloppu sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt filling the room, as well as your shared harmony of moans and grunts and pleading words.

What you were pleading for you had no idea, maybe it was your release, or his. But whatever it was he sure as hell was giving it to you.

You opened your eyes after having them squeezed shut fot a few minutes, seeing the sweat collect on his brow before dripping down the side of his face. You quickly raised ypur hand to his cheek, using your thumb to whipe away that bead of sweat, his eyes locking with yours as he leaned down, stealing your lips in an abrupt and firm kiss, hot and passionate like your bodies were acting in this current moment.

A whimper escaped your lips as you tossed your head back, your hands sliding up his back as you dug your nails into his skin, dragging them down as his hips snapped forward. “Im-” You choked out, really not able to form any words. “cumming-” You moaned out, seeing him nod, letting you know that he was close too.

“Together?” Rex panted out, and you nodded, sliding one of your hands to his buzzed blond hair, letting your nails gently scratch his scalp before moving down to his back again.

Rex kissed you once again as if to silence your loud moans, that kept increasing and kept spilling out faster. “Fuck yes Captain!” You moaned out against his lips, hearing his groan as he thrusted one last time before both your orgasms shattered at once. Your cunt gripped him like a vice, and his hot white seed pumped into you, his hips bucking into you a few more times as you rode out your high together…

and when you were spent, and panting he pulled out and flopped onto the bed beside you, his arm immediately wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into him, your sweat and heat mingling together as he peppered soft little kisses all over your face.

“Your beautiful.” He whispered, pressing his lips to yours again, this time in a much softer and delicate kiss, which you happily reciprocated, resting your hand on his cheek while your lekku curled around each other twice. a meaning amongst Twi'Lek’s that meant ‘i love you’

You and Rex laid there for an hour or so, just peppering each other in gentle kisses, before soon you Felt him start to get up, However it wasn’t long before he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the fresher, starting the shower and holding you up while it warmed up.

When it was ready he cleaned you, and you cleaned him, leaning into his touch when he cupped some water and gently let it flow over your lekku. A tingling feeling moving up your spine however it wasn't one of arousal like earlier… It was just a simple touch, and you felt comforted by it.

Soon you and Rex were dressed and cuddled up on the couch you had in the middle of your living area, staring out the large window that gave you an extraordinary view of Coruscant. he pressed a kiss to your forehead and you grinned up at him. “I love you… i’ve loved you for a long time.” You whispered to him, hearing him hum in response. “I love you too… since that time you stitched up that big gash on my chest, from that wild animal on Dantooine…” He trailed off, and you hummed at the memory. “That was a year ago… why didn’t you say anything?” You asked him, your fingers sliding together with his, resting on your thigh now.

“I- I don't know… i guess i was just… scared maybe? scared that it wouldn’t be okay or professional to love you, scared that if I told you, you wouldn’t feel the same… scared that if I admitted to you and myself that if I loved you, I would lose you… and I didn't want to lose you.”

He spoke honestly, and you listened to every word. But when he was done speaking, you moved your hand to his cheek and you tilted his head so he was looking at you, and you offered him a warm smile.”I’m right here now Rex… and you're not losing me…not if i have anything to say about it.” You kidded, seeing a smile climb up his features.

And you were right… Rex never lost you… You stuck by his side through the clone wars, and through Order 66… and you grew old with him, and then you died together… nothing could ever separate you… ever.

[copalcetic]

We talk a lot about how male Twi'leks have ears while female Twi'leks have ear cones, but can we talk a little more about how only female Twi'leks have eyebrows??

And yeah, they're obviously painted on, because Twi'leks can't grow hair, but they start their make-up young:

How did this tradition start? Why, culturally, did they decide that women should mimic haired species, but only in this one specific way? Do some female Twi'leks refuse, as a gesture of teenaged rebellion and a rejection of human supremacy? I just wonder these things.

[a-bluedream-posts]

Darth Talon by Jannetincosplay

[sinisterexaggerator]

Stars Above! | Cad Bane

Chapter 15

Explicit: Semi-slow burn, gratuitous smut /pwp, canon-typical violence, mildly dubious consent, angst, Tatooine Slave Culture.

This chapter: No warnings but for a disgruntled Duros.

Word count: 2.7k+

Notes: This is kind of a short chapter, but it feels right to set it apart on its own from what comes next. In fact, writing shorter chapters may make it so that I update more often, as it's easier to manage, and I still have a LOT of story to tell. <3

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Zulara tried her best to not let fear overtake her, for her spiraling thoughts to get the best of her, even as she sat there all alone. Not truly, but it felt as if she had been abandoned, Todo having powered down with Bane still sleeping soundly in the bacta.

Everything was happening much too quickly, though it had been hours since she’d come here; her head was spinning. She hadn’t eaten, having let her meal fall to the ground at Cad Bane’s entrance to her tiny home back on Slave Quarter’s Row the night before.

Zulara realized she didn’t even know the time, not having a chrono of her own. She supposed it did not matter, although Kayson might come looking for her. She wondered if Hondo was able to curb his anger, or to make up some excuse for her, but in her heart she knew nothing would deter her master once he had a mind to do something—find her secret hiding spot.

It was only secret because she was sure he did not know where Bane was docked, or even what his ship looked like. It was the only thing that gave her hope as she gazed longingly at the Duros, wishing he’d wake up.

She regretted leaving Todo just standing there, his form bent forward in a supine slope, but she had been too concerned, too riddled with worry for the hunter, not to go directly back to his side.

She had lost track of how long she had been there, seated on the floor with her legs folded beneath her; her fingers and forehead flat against the glass, Zulara engrossed by Cad Bane’s every breath—she could not help it.

She had almost panicked, having thought to call the youth named Boba Fett, but after the story she had heard, she steeled herself, refusing to bring him back aboard the ship if she could manage it.

Now, it was not Bane who settled into dreams, but the girl beside him. She dreamt of silly things. Things that were nary possible in this life, things that might have made her smile, but she was not so dotty as to put any stock into them.

Imagine her, flying amongst the stars, free from Kayson and from his business, only having to answer to herself. But maybe Bane would be there, maybe he would take care of her, and she would him. Maybe she could join him in his quest across the galaxy, providing him with some relief once he had finished a hard day’s work—how asinine she was to think that. It would never happen.

In reality, space was dark, cold, and unforgiving, she often floundered when she was made to practice piloting. Never before had Zulara felt so claustrophobic, not until she had experienced breaking atmo on Kayson’s orders the first time she left Lothal, no matter that the stars were beautiful.

When she was positive that nothing could go wrong; when she was absolutely sure that Bane was resting comfortably, the girl would climb unsteadily onto her tingling legs and her own two feet—they had nearly been asleep—finally ambling down the corridor to where the little droid resided.

Zulara did her best to move him to his rightful place: the recharge station. No arguments were given, no sassy backtalk had to be endured, yet she found she missed him. The silence of the ship was more than deafening, besides the warbled sound the pod made as it recycled and replenished bacta, as was its purpose, just like he had one—she presumed something, though she had no proof: It was possible in deep space Bane felt too alone, therefore Todo kept his mind sharp, kept him on his game, in addition to keeping the Duros company.

What friends did he have otherwise? Did he have partners that stood by his side? From what Pampy had said to her, he seemed to work all by his lonesome, with a reputation that preceded him.

Perhaps he liked it that way; perhaps she was intruding, yet he had seemed intrigued by her. She worried every second of every minute of every hour what Bane might do should he find her here once he awoke; she prayed to the Goddess of the Twi’lek people that he might find solace with her and not try to kick her out, or worse.

She felt the click, heard the sound that denoted Todo was plugged in. It echoed loudly in the quiet, bouncing from wall to wall. She glanced about her. There were so many things for her eyes to see and study.

There was a lengthy worktable. It was littered with motors, servos, gears, and wires of all sizes. Some parts looked salvaged, while others might be newly purchased, not to mention microchips of unknown origin and lenses, sensors, other various tools and instruments.

She saw a pair of RW-80 welding goggles, along with a protective visor. There were advanced repair kits of all kinds, including those for blasters. Most curious of all was what she thought were trinkets, things that he might collect. There were different kinds of helmets, and what appeared to be weapons of some sort that were unfamiliar. Cabinets lined the walls; she wondered what they might hold. She dare not snoop too much for fear of repercussion.

Still, that would not stop her. She gathered all the bits and pieces of Bane’s wrist gauntlet from off the ground, double-checking to make sure the hunter was still dozing.

Once seated, Zulara would pick up a nearby broken-screw remover, also known as an extractor. This one had a spiral flute structure, which she used to carefully unwind one that was being difficult. Her hands were delicate, though exacting. They had to be for one thing, yet without a measured touch it was possible to add too much torque to the brittle metal, thus making your job that much harder for you.

She removed its outer shell; it was cracked and badly damaged. There was extra paneling meant for droids nearby that could be welded and reshaped, but first thing’s first—she would need to replace the ruined circuits and find a pair of hypersheers for precision cutting and resizing.

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Lavender eyelids batted open; Zulara found herself in slight repose, her own palm cupping her soft cheek as she had tried to keep her focus. It was at that moment she remembered—she had been cooking rycrit stew! With no sense of time inside Bane’s ship, she hoped it had not become inedible.

She spared a glance, Todo had still not activated. She could not have been asleep for too long, as it only took droids an hour to recharge, or so she’d heard—much less time than her.

Zulara suddenly felt like she could sleep forever, or at least for several hours, but she would not let herself succumb to such a notion. At least not until poor Todo could take over, then maybe she might get some rest before finishing the final touches on Bane’s vambrace.

It had been complicated, finding what wires led to what. She had a scare or two, and nearly burnt her fingers. It was fascinating just how it all operated—she wondered if Bane had built it all himself.

The girl was tempted to check on Bane again, but she did not want to accidentally cause a mess in his little galley, sparsely stocked though nearly spotless, and housed somewhere near the ion engines or another source of power; there was a low humming sound that seemed to burr the whole time she was in there.

Her feet found the rungs to the ladder she would use to climb down into the belly of his ship. His living area, the medbay, his workspace, and the cockpit—they all resided at the top, though separated by double-doors and one almost star-shaped hallway. It led off into four other separate, shallow paths—dead-ending at different doorways, whereas the kitchen and dining area, what looked like holding cells, and ample storage space were down below—so was the boarding ramp and holoterminal with access to the HoloNet.  

She was sure that medbay used to be someone else’s living sleeping place, the way furniture was covered and piled up in the corner as if those items had been an afterthought. There was a spare refresher there, besides the one she was sure existed in Bane’s bedroom.

In addition to all the other nooks and crannies, there was the lift they’d use to carry him. It was industrial, flat, and open on all sides, like the ship’s sole was simply rising. It had been designed to act as both roof and floor between two levels; if you were on the lower deck, you had to wait for it to join you.

Zulara imagined it was useful for heavy items, like the pod Bane was currently occupying. She set her thoughts aside, focusing now on the smell that was emanating from down the hall—it was good, thank goodness, and did not smell like anything but vegetables and rycrit stew, like it was supposed to.

The girl would take a breath as she ran her fingers along the counter—it was made from stainless durasteel. She gathered the lid from off her home-cooked meal, inhaling deeply of the aroma that had been building up within. She ladled a bit of broth in the convex shape of the spoon she’d used to cook, then took a taste to make sure it was perfect.

---

Two wide, yellow eyes—like sparkling jaspers—whirred and vibrated with a light buzzing sound. Servos and joints were manipulated, little arms stretched out for a brief inspection, Todo 360 making sure that his intermotors were all functional and accounted for.

He shook his head, as if clearing unwanted thoughts or a fog that lingered, the faithful droid not quite able to remember what had happened to him. He blinked, his metal body tensing—Mister Bane—he was still inside the tank!

Todo would swivel his large cranium to the left and right; that girl Zulara was nowhere to be found. He wondered if she had gone. Had he made it to his recharge station? Perhaps she had it in her heart to help him, as the last thing he could recall was himself stalling, and only a few meters away from his destination—he was sure he had heard her call his name—if his memory still served him, she had sounded beside herself.

The service-droid stepped away from the mechanism holding him upright—he was now fully operational and at full power. He actuated his rocket thrusters and propelled himself into the center of the hall; he took to its right side, branching off, then opened up the steel-plated door to peek inside.

“Mister Bane!” the droid cried happily.

Todo realized he had nearly scared the Duros, his sharp eyes widening in breadth. He had halted with one leg in and one leg out, leaving his imprisonment, whether he should or shouldn’t. Todo knew Bane detested bacta—its texture, temperature, and consistency were all things that displeased him. He had argued with him more than once, the droid sometimes wondering just what he would do without him should he not be there to convince him otherwise.

“Your health is not a game!” is what the droid had told him, sounding as if he truly cared, though he was composed of nothing more than ones and zeros. In reality, Bane was thankful for him; he was like the nagging mother he never had, sure that without that droid, he would already be dead.

Still, that did not mean he was ready to entertain his fraught concern. His tone was lacquered with it, and the hunter would not have it.

“Bane! You are awake! I was—”

The Duros shot his droid companion with a look that dared him to keep yapping, Todo at once halting his chipper dialogue. What Bane was truly feeling was easy to decipher, as it was always written on his face, and rarely pleasant.

“Sir, I can tell your mood is poor, however there is—”

“Quiet!” was the only thing his master demanded of him, Bane’s voice gruff and raspy as he was thirsty on top of feeling completely useless. It felt as if he had been hit with an errant hovercar, or an entire starship, his body aching in places he did not know could ache.

Todo made a sound equivalent to indignation, yet he held his tongue, even though he did not have one. Bane’s other foot joined its partner on the ground, the Duros idling, lingering, just standing there for what felt like minutes, trying to regain his equilibrium.

Once capable of movement, Bane would begin his lethargic trudge toward his refresher in his private quarters, thinking the only thing he cared about was a warm, inviting shower; the feeling of the sticky bacta on his microscales was anathema and suffocating.

The hunter would hardly notice the wet, viscid trail he left behind in his ship’s short corridor, or that the droid had followed him, desperate to talk to him about something he imagined would be unimportant. His head ached, and his mind was numb, no thoughts present except those about the pain he was experiencing. He would take something—drink something—deadening those things he felt both from without and from within, not knowing that the girl being aboard his ship was anything but another dream.

---

“Oh, what am I going to do with him? He never listens! And now I suppose I am going to have to be the one to clean up this mess. I am a techno-service droid, not a maid-droid! Not even a thank you for—”

Todo paused in his lonely rant, tilting his head off to one side. His focus remained trained on the little sound he thought he heard—the clank of boots, or footsteps on the nearby ladder’s metal rungs. It was positioned just left of the cockpit’s doors, Todo surprised when he saw a head emerge, covered in dark locks.

“Zulara!” he called to her, coming forward as she pulled herself up, and out, “I thought you had wisely decided to go home,” he started in. “You will be happy to know that Mister Bane is alive and well, and is currently taking a much-needed shower.”

Zulara’s eyes widened with every word; she tiptoed forward, deciding to check on things herself as Todo kept the conversation going, though she nearly slipped in a residue that happened to be foot-shaped. “I am not sure that I can explain your presence here, therefore it may be in your best interest to leave—now—before either one of us gets into serious trouble.”

It was not that she didn’t trust poor Todo, but she had to see with her own two dichromatic eyes; she peered toward the bacta pod. It was open, and Bane was not inside.

The girl would turn, gazing at the floor and at the tacky substance that had left a path to the door across from her; it was obvious that Bane had made his way just as the droid had said. She began to follow it, Todo placing his hands upon his hips as his spheroid eyes broadened and expanded.

“—And just where do you think you are going?” he asked, perplexed.

“To check on Bane,” the girl would offer as a whisper, her footsteps timid; she moved closer to what was sure to be his bedroom. Her heart was pounding, and her internal temperature was rising, all from simply knowing he was somewhere, awake, on the other side.

“That is the worst idea I have ever heard! Do not be foolish!” Zulara would ignore Todo and his warnings, only pausing to hearten her small amount of courage. She could feel him tug her, his little hands having found the backside of her pants, “he will surely kill you!”

“I’ll be all right,” Zulara stated, shooing him away. Like a moth to a flame, she bade herself to go inside.

Todo would balk and scoff, pace back and forth, and wring his hands, but to no avail; none of this would help him. He tried again, “I do not know who you think you are, or what you are doing, but rest assured Bane will—”

The door closed in his face.

“Organics!” Todo would lament, exasperated.

[raven-of-domain-kwaad]

I am in love with the new armor I got for Unna 💚 They look so awesome!

[wild-karrde]

I have to recommend Out of Our Element by @rexxdjarin for Fandom Friday. It’s literally everything Captain’s Log!Wolffe deserves, and it’s an incredible addition to the Captain’s Log series.

I am also absolutely in love with Julie’s OC, Zeeta. She’s sassy and fiery and tough, but she’s got such a tender side, too. She and Wolffe take each other for the rides of their lives and I am obsessed!!

YESSSSS I haven't read this yet, but I am HYPED for it. I have been EXCITEDLY AWAITING this fic since Julie first posted about Zeeta and the art of her was just STUNNING. I love how strong her OCs' personalities are and I cannot WAIT to see how Zeeta's personality plays out with Wolffe because that promises to be PERFECTION. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN ERIN!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[a-master-procrastinator]

Twi'leks desperately need more face types (and cyborgs too, while we're at it).

Like this edited version looks very pretty, and I'd love to actually make it in-game.

[cakbanedraws]

Reblog again, the most beautiful mommy Twi'lek I ever seen

Mama Garsa Art Challenge from discord server is done! This is my first time for drawing a Twi'Lek species...

Truthfully, Garsa Fwip is the most beautiful female character I ever seen for SW franchise. A pure beauty 😳

I mean who else didn't interested with this character tho? 😏

[archeo-starwars]

[ladydancing]

A Twi'lek smuggler and Captain of the Dancing Lady, Aola Beck. This was done by @jun-c

Name: Aola Beck

Species: Twi’lek

Gender: Female

Trade: Smuggler

Age: 29

Alignment: Former Freedom Fighter / Anti-Empire / Anti-Hutt

Weapons: DL-44 Blaster, Multiple Weapons

Abilities: Pilot, Weapons Expert

Wanted by the Empire for Smuggling

Wanted by the Hutts for Theft, Escaping Slavery

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Okay so like, I’ve never requested anything so I don’t really even expect you to see this lol. But likeeee, can I possibly request a Din Djarin x reader, where neither the reader or Din know Grogu has the armor under his robe that the armorer gave him, and something happens where Grogu gets hurt and they both lose their minds before getting to him and realizing little dude is just fine. Please and thank you 🥹

Ooooh this is a good prompt. Speaking of, if you've asked for one then it's probably on my to-do list, but i am slow🤡. plus, updates of AFS and a couple other things come before random drabbles.

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k (i dont think I'm capable of writing less than a thousand words apparently smh)

AT FAULT

"don't let fear make your decisions." -Michael G. Manning

The quarry was laid on his back as a pool of purple blood began to settle in the sand under him. The twi'lek was motionless and your breathing was finally starting to calm. In one arm you held Grogu who seemed nonplussed by the violence at hand and in your other you held the still smoking blaster. When you managed to tear your eyes off the quarry's body they lifted to land on Din who stood stiff on the other side of the body.

"What the kriff was that?" Din snapped. His entire body was drawn taut like a wired rope pulled to tight. He was nearly vibrating in place and the anger that leaked into his voice was palpable. "Karking⏤ what the hell do you think you're doing out here!?"

His tone made your already irritable mood worse. You stuck the rarely used blaster back into the holster at your thigh. "Apparently, saving you! Maybe show a little gratitude!"

"Grati⏤” The word wasn’t even able to leave Din’s mouth. He stormed forward, boots passing the dead quarry, until he stood right in front of you. Close enough that the Mandalorian was forcing you to tilt your head up to look at him. You knew he stood that close on purpose⏤ he wanted to tower over you right now. “The two of you could’ve gotten killed! I told you not to leave the Razor Crest!”

“We’ve been on that ship for two weeks straight, Din!” You argued. “We just wanted a little fresh air⏤”

“I told you this quarry was dangerous, I said⏤”

“All your quarries are dangerous, Din. You⏤”

“When I tell you to stay on the damn ship,” Din grabbed your by the arm not holding Grogu, “I expect you to kriffing listen. Dank farrik, cyar’ika.” The way he spat out your usual nickname made you wince. “I told you this quarry was bad news⏤”

“And I told you that you shouldn't have taken the bounty!” You yelled and tried to yank your arm free. Din held on tight, and Grogu began to babble worriedly in your arms. “I told you we should take a break! Take a breath! We all need it, even you. Especially, you!”

You yanked your arm back again and this time it broke free. Din settled on placing his hands on his hips, but you could still feel his anger radiating off of him. Tempers had been running high the last few weeks, stuck on a close quarter ship while stressing over the Empire being on your heels, and it seemed the two of you were finally letting it come to a head. 

“It’s naive of you to think we have the time for a break.” Din seethed. “I take bounties so we can afford fuel to run, food to eat, and⏤” He shook his head, taking in a sharp breath before continuing. “You tell me to show you gratitude? Gratitude because you risked yours and Grogu’s life for me?” Din took one step toward you and you took two steps back so he stayed a foot or so away. He pointed to himself. “Everything I do, my only priority, is keeping you and Grogu safe. Away from the Empire. So, how about you show a little gratitude and stay on the damn ship when I tell you to.”

Grogu whined in your arms and you shifted him to the other in a poor attempt to console him. You weren’t ready to climb onto the Razor Crest quite yet. You weren’t done with this fight. Din’s anger and words only spurring you on further.

“You think I’m not grateful for all you do?” You spat. “Of course, I am, you ass! I just hate watching you burn yourself into the ground for us. You need to take care of yourself too, Din. That involves taking a break now and then! That’s why I suggested leaving this bounty untouched. I just want to help.”

Din nodded once then tilted his head. “Right. Yeah. Putting Grogu and yourself at risk was a lot of help. I feel much better. Thank you, cyar’ika.”

You scoffed, “You know what, Din? You are⏤”

The sound of an unfamiliar chuckle and your eyes snapped from the dark t-shape visor to the quarry sitting up with a menacing grin. It took less than a second. It happened so quickly that your mind couldn’t register the movements fast enough.

A blaster raised.

A blaster fired.

And, you didn’t have the time to spin away. The force of the blaster bolt knocked you right off your feet and onto the ground. 

You heard Din scream, the sound hoarse and raw and broken, then you heard another blaster go off. As you laid on your back, you realized you weren’t hurting. Your back was a little sore from landing on it, but you didn’t feel the sharp burning pain of a blaster scorching through your skin. That’s when your brain finally clicked. That’s when you realized. Grogu. Oh, Maker. Grogu. Grogu, baby⏤ Your eyes snapped down to see the little boy’s eyes closed and the front of his robe was blackened from the blow.

The scream that filled the air this time was yours. You felt the sound reverberate in the base of your throat, it rattled your chest, but the only noise you could hear was the racing heartbeats that pounded in your ears. You sat up, cradling him to your chest, and you could feel gloved hands pawing at your arms. Someone was trying to take him⏤ someone was trying to take him from you. You screamed once more, your body shook, and a gloved hand cupped the side of your face. Nothing registered until you saw Grogu blink his big eyes open. Your breath caught in your throat. That same gloved hand pulled aside Grogu’s ruined robe and the telltale shine of beskar stared back up at you. A mudhorn adorning the plate that Grogu wore at the center of his chest.

Grogu let out a soft mumble and smiled up at you. 

“Oh, thank the Maker.” Din breathed. “Cyar’ika. Cyar’ika? Cyari’ka!” A hand titled your face up, tearing your eyes away from Grogu who was wiggling in your tight grip. You met the dark t-shape visor of Din’s helmet. “Are you okay? Did it clip you? Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and opened your mouth, but all that came out was a ragged sob. Even after Din pulled you both into his arms, you continued to cry against his silver beskar plated chest until your own chest ached from how badly each sob racked your body. Grogu seemed content to be squashed between you and Din. 

Hours later, in the quiet of hyperspace, Din sat in the pilot’s chair with you on his lap, cradled against his body, while you held Grogu tight to yours. It seemed since the incident Din refused to let either of you go, and you had no desire to complain. Having his arms wrapped around you while you watched Grogu sleep was the safest you had ever felt.

“I’m so sorry, Cyar’ika.” Din whispered. His unmodulated words were muffled by the way he rested his face at the top of your head⏤ buried his lips into your hair to continue peppering light kisses anywhere he had access. In this position, your head tucked under his, you couldn’t see his face. “I am so, so sorry.”

You shook your head lightly. When you spoke, your voice was ragged from screaming earlier, “No, I am. I should’ve listened to you, Din. I should’ve stayed on the ship.” Your eyes began to water again. “I almost got Grogu killed.”

“No. No, that wasn’t your fault. Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut.” Din mumbled the end of his sentence in Mando’a. “You were right. I shouldn’t have taken that bounty. I can’t lose the two of you and I’ve grown… obsessive in trying to protect you.”

“It’s worked. You’ve kept us safe. If I had listened to you⏤”

“You’re not prisoners. I can’t lock you away from the world because of my fear.” Din cut in. You let your free hand trace down the small bridge of Grogu’s nose and he scrunched it up at the contact while staying soundly in his sleep. Nothing Din would say could rid you of this guilt entirely. If he wanted to claim the mistake he could, but that didn’t make it any less your fault as well. “Please speak to me.”

You closed your eyes and lifted your head so you could press a kiss against Din’s throat. He shuddered and sighed at the touch. “Can we just agree that this is both of our faults?”

“We can.” Din shrugged, his arms tightened around you. “But I'd rather you not take any of the blame.”

“Yes, well, unfortunately as we’ve learned, I’m not good at listening.” You mumbled.

Din chuckled. “Good. I don’t want you to blindly listen to me. Your ideas are equally as good as mind, if not occasionally better.” He closed the space to press a soft kiss against yours. It was sweet and tender. Not a declaration of lust or desire, but a reassurance that you were there. Din broke away to whisper. “But if you could at least let me know when you are leaving the ship, I’d appreciate it.”

“Only if you promise to take us somewhere pretty soon.”

“I’m already ahead of you, cyar’ika.” As he spoke, his lips brushed against yours and you had no desire to lean back away from him. Din moved his hand and you could feel his hand brush against the side of your arm every time he soothingly rubbed Grogu’s head. “Crest is on route to Naboo.”

You pressed another light peck of your lips against his before leaning your head back down against his chest. Din settled his head back on top of yours, and you felt the soft caress of his thumb against your arm from the hand that was wrapped around you. Din pulled you and Grogu a hair closer, and you reveled in the silence of hyperspace.

"Also, when did Grogu get a mudhorn beskar chestplate?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

mando'a translations

Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut. [My beautiful darling, this sin is mine.]

[spacelesbiandisaster]

My favorite Headcanons for the Togruta Species

And Shili

And Kiros (Kinda)

Biology

Togruta babies are called Cubs (because I think is a cute word and bc they are aliens after all. Also it translate well to my native language, so when I say Cub I thinking of the word "Filhote" and I'm well aware I probably mixing up translations here).

They live in small groups up to 500 members (but rarely more than that).

Note: I'm saying "small" because our smallest towns have 5.000 member's, but ancient Togruta lived in actual small groups with 50 members or less.

Togruta can grow anxious if they don't have a community around them. Their species were made to live in groups.

Togruta's Montrals are capable of hearing frequencies up to 200000 hz (similar to tigers and bats) and are able of echolocate close objects.

They also have powerful noses and can recognize people from their smell.

Their eyes have a peripheral vision of 200°, that combined with their hearing and flair make them the most powerful predator in Shili.

A adult Togruta eats about 1,5kg of meat every day. Ofc there's alternatives such a rations bars that can lower that amount, but considering they feeding exclusive with meat that's the right amount to maintain themselves health.

Togruta are strict carnivorous (this cannon, but I just want to reassure the idea)

The average height is 1,9 meters for Female and 2,5 meters for Males, counting with their Montrals.

Togruta can easily live up to 90 years, some even got to 120, but they rarely live much more than that. It's a little longer than most humans, but they don't come near Mirialan's lifespan of 250 years or Yoda species that basically turn into living fossils.

Males tend to have longer Montrals while Females have longer Lekkus.

They share 80% of their DNA with Akul (similar with how humans share 90% of our DNA with chimpanzee) what suggest they had a common ancestor.

Their vocal cords can mimic sounds to attract their prey and avert other predators (such as the Akul). Trogruta Cubs were specially good at this and it's not rare see them trying to imitate sounds they find curious or funny. This also means they were very talkative, if a Togruta Cubs is quiet something is terrible wrong.

Because of this trait Togruta are one off the few species capable of learning how to speak Ithorese and Shyriiwook, although their accent is told to be sloppy and child-like.

The muscles on their legs are the strongest on all their body. They were originally a migratory species, so they needed the extra force and speed.

Their gestation period is around 7 months, a little shorter than humans. But their Cubs grow faster and usually start walking around their five mouth after they were born. They development that trait so neither the mother or the Cub stays vulnerable for long.

Togruta skin color have multiple variations, but the more common are: Orange, purple, yellow and dark blue. This colors also appear on the stripes of their Montrals and Lekkus. The flash color scheme serve two purposes: It warn their predators they are a thread (like some snakes do, the vibrant colors usually scares predators away) and it's also a sign of their health.

Health togruta have stronger colors, the more vibrant their color are the more attract they were consider to be.

Togruta are usually monogamous and tend to spend their whole life with a single partner. This whoever is changing due cultural facts, current is not expected to a individual to stick to a single partner but it's a constant event on their community.

Hybrids between other species are rare, however it's uncertain if this is due their biology or they general lack of interest of breeding with other species.

Hybrids between Togruta and Twi'Lek were been recorded although their appearance are highly inconsistent. Usually they keep smaller version of the Montrals and their Lekkus are more similar with the Twi'Lek version, thus stopping growing at a certain length.

It's said they can have hybrids with human and humanoids species (such as, idk, Mirialans), but there isn't enough Togruta in the galaxy making out with humans to know exactly what that would look like.

They change the teeth twice during their lives, one time when they still cubs and another once they hit 60 ~ 70 years. This happens so they can maintain strong teeth for all their lives.

Their canine teeth are sharp ass hell, even more so when they are Cubs. This can be a problem because Togruta bite each other as a form of affection. Also it's not uncommon for them to leave bite marks in visible places on their partners. When other sentient species saw that they thought the marks were from fighting, but turns out it's from the opposite of fighting.

(Note: I saw some other writes with similar headcanons, specially in barrissoka fanfic, and it's cute! But I'm going to make a point here that they can easily kill small animals with their bite, so I get kinda nervous when people make Ahsoka bite Barriss's neck with "all her strength" because that would probably be enough to pierce her skin. So only small bites are allowed here, Barriss doesn't need die like that.)

Togruta's Montrals and Lekkus can turn shriveley if they are raised under stressing ambients. (That's why Ahsoka's Lekkus are so short for her age). Headcanon send by @kayberrie

History/Politics/Culinary

As I mentioned the Togruta were originally a migratory species, that means they used to made camps so they could hunt in certain areas and then move to another region once the resorts became scarce. This whoever changed with time as they learned to cycle their prey with the seasons.

This is a vague example, but during spring and summer they hunt Thimiars (a rodent species from Shili) and other small prey, but as the autumn comes they start to hunt bigger prey so they can store the meat for the winter. During the winter itself they fish. Base on that their villagers are usually construed near river and always with around the forest.

Unlike most of sentient life Togruta are against the domestication of animals, so to this day they still hunt for eat, however all the food (with exception of a few ritualistic hunts) are share with the whole village. So if they can't get food for a while they will start prioritize the children and the elderly while their adults focus on solving the problem.

A exception to that is the domestication of Shilidogs, a species of Tooka (relatives to Lothcats) the Togruta adopt as a companion. The Shilidogs keep pests way from the villages and are very good companions for children. Like a real dog.

Togruta development a way to dry the meat with a space salt (that I don't have a name for yet) so they don't have to throw away the rest of their meal.

Also they when they hunt they make sure to use every single part of the animal and are very against wasting food. The feet of the prey usually is transformed into soup (which they feed the babies and the elderly bc they believe it helps their bones to grow stronger), and the organs are smoked and eaten as a delicacy (god, I hope I used that word right).

As for the actual meat, they cook only with salt but don't you dare think it's blend or without taste! Think about a Brazilian barbecue, that's how it's like.

Once their society started to interact with other planets the Togruta became very close with Wookies and Ithorians mainly because of their ability of speaking Ithorese and Shyriiwook, but also because both of these species also live in forests and share similar values towards dealing with nature.

However their relationship with the Ithorians started pretty rough because when the Togruta first meet the species they believe to be prey animals. Which they kinda are... But this is all put in the past once the Jedi came and solve the misunderstanding.

Because of the Ithorians the Togruta learned how to make the own space ships without destroying their forests.

Because the Jedi help with their relationship with the Ithorians the Togruta respect their order very much and begin to send some of their Cubs to become Jedi.

With their population growth they decide to make a new colonie rather than open the forest to expend their villagers, that's how Kiros was born.

The government of Kiros and Shili are very different. The Togruta of Kiros adopt a lot of the republic politics and build their on government in reference, naming a Chanceller of their own and a senator to represent them to other planets.

Kiros also have big cities rather than the small villagers of Shili.

Talking about Shili government, they usually spread around the planet in small villagers led by a elder council. This villagers are independent but usually live with some level of collaboration, trading goods with each other.

Because they need to deal with other species now they do elect a senator and a small government situated in one of the few big cities they have, but Shili's Togruta couldn't care less about politics and usually let their colony on Kiros deal with all the trouble. If you go to a random village in Shili and ask the name of the senator chances are that most of the people will get it wrong.

Because of this trait most sentient species believe Togruta to be less intelligent, but that's not the case, they just have a different approach to politics.

Kiros is considered a mere extension of Shili, and although they have a more development government they still answers to the people of Shili.

Their economy with the republic are based on the commerce of healing herbs that they collect from their forests. They are far from being the richest being of the galaxy, but they gather enough money to buy the essentials for their survive.

Realistic they don't need much of outside resources anyway because the way they live it's pretty minimalist.

I already mentioned a few misunderstanding others species made while meeting Togruta for the first time, and there was a actual debate if Togruta could be considered a sentient species to begin with, but luckily for them both the Wookies and the Ithorians already faced similar problems and were able to help the Togruta introduce themselves properly to the rest of the galaxy.

Culture

As you problem can see, their society are very close to nature and try the best to not break the balance of the chain by hunting more than they need or building house in animals habitats.

They are usually led by their elder and wiser members, regardless of gender.

Both man and woman engage with all types of chores: Hunting, cleaning, taking care of the children, religion rituals, you name it!

I'm not finished writing their religion yet, but the have a vast pantheon of gods for various realms of adoration. Their most important gods are the a representation of the Sun, the Moon and the death, but I'm not going into details because I don't have any yet.

I mentioned that they don't like throwing away the rest of their prey, so they carve idols, toys and jewelry from the bones and make their clothes from the skin/leather.

Ancient Togruta also used bones to make weapons, nowadays this pieces are used in religious rituals.

Speaking of religion rituals, the hunt of Akul is exclusive made for religion purposes and it's considered a crime to kill a Akul without a reason.

The Togruta are very aware they had a common ancestor with the Akul so that's why they respect the animal so much.

When a child is given to the Jedi they first make a celebration with all the members of their village so everyone can say goodbye properly. It's a joy to have one of their own in the Jedi ranks, but it's also sad to some extent because of how close the communities are. That Cub would probably had live their entire life with them and know that they have to go the village take some time to assimilate that. (So yeah, Ahsoka got a little party with mommy and daddy before Plo take her to the Jedi temple).

Raising cubs is seem as a community work, so it's not rare to leave your kids with the neighbors while hunting or working. Usually is some elder man or woman who stays with the cubs since they can't work as well as they once did.

Some parents make straps bandages in their Cubs Montrals so they can grow in certain patterns. This is especially popular among the Togruta from Kiros and it is a mere esthetic proceed. It doesn't hurt the cub because their Montrals still soft.

They made a holiday to celebrate their friendship with the Ithorians! They invite their alien friend for a three day party as a way to say sorry for trying do hunt them down when they first meet. The Ithorians are a strict vegetarian species, so the Togruta gather exotic fruits to give as a present. The Jedi send represents from both species to act as mediators in case of conflict, but ever since they stated their partnership, hundreds of years ago, they never had any conflict ever again. They truly became best buddies! (And I like the idea of having this alien festival between species that are so different. Let me have my exotic aliens!)

They used theatre to record their history, so instead of books they told teach using their plays. Usually they are full of exaggerated acrobat acts and sometimes songs. Yes, they have musicals!

Their musical instruments are also made of bones and they particular found of flutes.

Kiros is specially connect with all forms of art and their government had imported Togruta plays to all around the galaxy. Their acrobats and singers are praise and recognize as one of the best of the republic. But that's actually why the Zygerian were so interesting on making them slaves on that incident on the Clone Wars.

The children games are usually a sort of exercise to teach them how to hunt, so if you go to one the their villages you problem going to see children "hunting" each other, lefting bite marks everywhere and being absolutely chaotic, but this is considered normal so the adults don't really care. Other species say that Togruta Cubs are usually a nightmare to be around. Their best friends (aka the Ithorians) are still scared of their children.

At some point in ancient history Togruta started to cook theirs meals, but they still eat raw meat on some occasions and specific rituals.

Besides the festival with the Ithorians Togruta have a few holidays they celebrate with their village. They really like a party and even the people of Shili have a special love for the art exhibitions they do during theses events.

That's it for now.

Please feel free to use any of these headcanons if you like them. Also I would love to talk more about them, so you can make comments or ask questions if you have any.

[techhasmjolnir]

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.