#kyr carria

[djarinsbeskar]

Stitches!Verse: the newest member of the rhaer's harem.

Pairing: Kyr Carria/Raesa(Fem!OC)

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Just some writing practice expanding on some of the original relationships and lore on Pamarthe. Doesn't impact the greater Stitches timeline/plot, so feel free to ignore!

“Why are you hovering in the shadows, little fawn?”

If there was ever a person who embodied the delicacy of the doe; her skittishness and beauty—it was Raesa. She had captivated Kyr’s eye almost as soon as she had entered his territory, hidden amongst the towering aisles of the sanctuary where she worked, diligently transcribing poems and song into a chronological account of Pamarthen history. In particular, the coloured history of Clan Carria.

She was the first of his harem he hadn’t fucked before inviting into that prestigious group.

Though shy, she had agreed with such immediacy that it stroked along the spine of Kyr’s ego, made him hunger for her. But the little fawn needed to find her feet, before she found herself under him—and Kyr had plenty of warm bodies to distract himself with in the meantime.

That celibacy hadn’t lasted long, however. Tiptoeing around each other—avoiding twigs that snapped and leaves that crunched in order to feign ignorance of the others’ presence an edging game that left Kyr rock hard and the woman he buried that frustration in thanking Raesa with giggling gossip the next morning.

Raesa positively blushed at the insinuation every time, unable to hide it as said woman braided her hair in the harems summer solar. She was still adjusting and though the network of friends and support provided by the women who made up the rhaer’s harem were a welcome addition to her life, it was still new. And Raesa struggled with new.

It was by that struggle that Kyr and Raesa would finally bond.

When she slipped away into Siodam’s forest to one of the lonelier creeks to bathe and he spotted her weaving through the trees from his balcony. Still unaccustomed to the shared bathhouse, she preferred the privacy of the fresh water still chilly in the young suns weak rays.

He followed. And seeing her sitting naked on one of the many smooth, submerged rocks in the shallow water – free of clothing and makeup, hair wild and looking every inch a primal goddess – he didn’t hesitate to make his presence known. She welcomed him into the water and into her bed, into her as he joined her night after night to slake his hunger for the lovely soul that had haunted his dreams for months.

He still found it endearing how – even after that – she just about jumped out of her skin now when his voice rumbled across her skin, the hint of amusement noticeable in his voice lost in the flurry of nervousness at being addressed.

In front of all those advisors too, Siodam—she should have just waited until later…

The rhaer looked nonplussed, unperturbed as he interrupted the advisor currently speaking. He had his chin resting on his palm, elbow propped and eyes scanning the great hall for something to lay his attentions on. Anything but harvest logistics.

That something, was Raesa.

A feline smirk spread on tempting lips and lit golden eyes with an infernal glow beneath the strands of brunette hair that had escaped his tie. His gaze was lazy as it dipped down the length of her body. A caress in its’ own right, it touched her with honey warmth—sweet, bad for her.

Her stomach plummeted down her navel, an arousing awareness at being the doe spotted by the stag.

Don’t run, he’ll only chase you. He’ll only enjoy it more.

It was only instinct telling her to bolt, like it did to everything. But she didn’t want to run from him, not really. It was a habit she was slowly but surely breaking with his assistance. Every night spent with him inside her, every shattering orgasm chipping away at the hardwired reactions she had to flee from everything and everyone.

Hypersensitive, people called her. An insult.

A survivor, he called her. A compliment.

Nipples pebbled beneath the sheer length dress – it was summer after all – flowing like water down her curves, his effect on her was instant and obvious. It made the smirk nefarious in its’ intent, and his molten eyes lethal in their hold.

Another advisor had begun speaking, commenting on the previous mans’ findings and adding his two credits. They all knew where this was going. Still, better to let the rhaer have his doe. At least then he would be in a better mood. At least then he would be less obstinate and more likely to allow them to go ahead with the plans they had painstakingly prepared to present to him.

He pushed himself up to sit properly, still watching her—and held out a hand, palm open to the willowy beauty. He never commanded, only invited silently. And it was that quiet strength that made it impossible to want to refuse him.

Raesa was across the hall before she was aware her feet were moving. Small hand in his, his fingers swallowed hers as he closed them around her, thumb rubbing with familiar affection across her inner wrist.

“Mm…do not fear that you’re ever interrupting me, little one—” he guessed her worries instantly.

Chewing her bottom lip, Raesa all but forgot about the meeting going on—eyes dropping to his lap in embarrassment. She might accept him every time he came to her, but despite being part of his harem, she had yet to approach him herself for fear of being in the way.

He knew immediately.

And the colour it resulted in on her cheeks only made the weathered leather of his pants tighten further. That made her flush even further when she noticed.

“How was your morning?” he continued, the words so low she felt them rather than heard them—the sound making her all the more aware of her arousal as they shot with single-minded focus to her cunt, pooling with wetness in underwear she wasn’t wearing.

“Slow,” she began, the sound of her voice making the stag inhale through his nose audibly, as though scenting her very vocal cords, “I finished up some work in the sanctuary—”

“I imagine we’ll soon have more history books than we know what to do with,” the hint of a smile quirked the corner of his mouth, “those sentinels are treating you right, little love?”

She nodded, beaming at his encouragement even though she knew his interests lay in the outdoors, not in books.

“So a good morning, all in all?” he hummed, leaning back against the fur lined Seat of his rule, tugging her between his legs as he did so with confident ease.

“Mm…almost,” she admitted to the curious arch of a single brow, eyes alight with amused interest.

“Almost?”

Raesa nodded, her hands falling to the solid expanse of his thighs—fingers splayed not fitting fully over the tops of them. Strong, fast, as lethal as his gaze and as devastating as his voice. She held that gaze now as she dropped to her knees, slow—purposeful, to catch every shift of his irises as they changed, darkened.

He didn’t stop her from undoing the laces of his pants, too tight to be comfortable… and even when one of his advisors cleared his throat, Kyr only waved a hand dismissively for him to continue his presentation. And all the while, his gaze never left hers.

Not when she pulled his cock from his pants. Not when she wet it with small, tentative licks. Not when she stroked the girthy length of it with slow drags of her wrist up and down it.

His eyes only fell closed when she took him into her mouth, a suppressed groan showing in a strained jaw and head tipped back as he basked in the pleasure. Falling into a comfortable rhythm, Raesa would soon find his hand in her hair, guiding her down his cock while he went back to listening to the meeting. Nodding to certain demands and feeling much more generous than he had an hour before.

[djarinsbeskar]

Hi Rachel! Kyr is quickly making me swoon harder for him, like it's a 0-100 type of situation and I'm all for it. I gotta thank you for creating such a STUD in the stitches universe! I think we've all seen a lot of jealous!Din stories but this hunk of a makes me all giggly and blushing especially when you said that Din respects him. Like whoa Din being jealous of someone who earns his respect (however begrudgingly it may be) is so rare! Anyways... Do you have a face claim for him? Or someone who's close to how he looks like in your mind?

Hi lovely anon!! Sorry it's taken so long to answer, I tend to hoard the gorgeous asks I get like this to read through every so often to make me all warm and squishy inside.

I've got such a soft spor for Kyr! He's my absolute darling and I can't tell you how thrilled I am that people like him so much!! Honestly, without spoiling too much-- he and Din are perfect for each other friend wise. Neither of them feel the need to fill silence and both share a deep respect and loyalty to their clans. They connect even if Din might be a big grumbly over the fact that Kyr had his girl in the past.

In terms of face claims, I have three! I'll include them under the cut just in cast people want to cast another in his place. Keep in mind that you could probably liken some of Kai's features to the below too-- they are brothers after all!

Alex Landi

Martin Sensmeier

And this unnamed model who I think is just one of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen.

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Excuse me we are NOT shipping Medic with Kyr! He has his harem of partners. Medic belongs with Din! 😜😜

🤔🤔🤔

@ Kyr fans (@asta-lily @heartsofbeskar @ronnieiswriting @literallydontlook) thoughts

Jk Medic and Din belong together it's true~ Kyr is just out here grumbling about council meetings and stuffy politicians when he wants to be in the forest and fucking his girls.

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Okay, so we all know that Din is going to feel jealous about Kyr. But let me bring something new to the table, is Kyr going to be at least a bit jealous of Din? That’s my question…

Thinking of things

Darling anon you are asking the right questions 👀

So, Kyr and Medic have known each other forever. They've always been friends (apart from those prepubescent years when Kyr didn't want anything to do with kids who were nine years younger than him) through Kai and her brother, Rhydian.

He's always been rather protective of her - seeing her as a sister for most of their lives - and while it could be annoying to a teenager, Medic did feel flattered. Now, in my head I always think Medic has sex for the first time later than most (around nineteen) because she's rather dilligent in her focus to becoming a medic that she has tunnel vision. It's not for a lack of suitors, she just wasn't particularly interested then.

I don't want to say Kyr and Medic's tryst was an accident, but it wasn't anticipated. It was around the time Kyr was feeling the pressures to join the Rebellion and Medic was already tapped to train under Belt throughout the war. Tension, pressure, expectations-- they all ran really high during that time. To escape it all, they both had a mind to find some peace in the forest-- but they found each other.

Neither of them had ever had more than a passing appreciation for the other sexually, but spending time alone that morning and finding comfort in each other-- it turned physical there on the forest floor. He was a good first for her, indulgent-- patient, giving her exactly what she wanted and precisely what he needed.

And neither of them have ever regretted it. But it was a one time thing.

TL;DR I don't think Kyr would be jealous per se, but rather-- there is definitely going to be a apprehensive protectiveness (since Din is an offworlder he can't read) that "I've known this girl all her life, I've had this girl in my bed-- don't you dare fucking hurt her." And maybe that could be interpreted as Kyr holding out for her, but it doesn't linger in his mind as anything but something he would do for any girl he's known forever and has that sort of history with.

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i can’t stop wondering about medic’s *ahem* history with kyr and ash and how din would react 🙂

Ah *sighs dreamily* Medic's flavoured and colourful history with not just Carria men, but a few within the other clans as well 👀👀 our lovely Medic grew up like anyone in Clan Carria did, with a very healthy sex life. Now, Din is equally experienced but he would hardly compare a quick fuck in an alley to what he has with her. So, in a way-- Medic represents a lot of firsts for him.

That's why, firsts are the only thing Din would react to, if that makes any sense. Having slept with Ash on and off for years is nothing compared to knowing Kyr took her virginity (that being the only time the two fucked). That is the only piece of knowledge Din would feel a twinge of jealousy over. But - as is Din's nature - he shows it in action, by claiming her hard, rough, often. To remind her who she belongs to now. How no one who came before matters.

I'm not sure if I mentioned it here or if it was on disc, but Din might be a bit growly growly huff huff around Kyr is because he respects him. For all intents and purposes, Din and Kyr run on fairly similar wavelengths and get each others' decisions and thought processes. So, that means Din can see how Medic could be with a man like Kyr, because she's with him.

But tl;dr-- Din might be a bit grumpier, a bit more handsy-- standing closer to her, holding her hip or waist or just being close to her in comparison to normal. A silent provocation that only he can be that close. He be more possessive initially, and that expels in the bedroom mainly. Lots of marks, lots of dirty talk, lots of sex. (what else is new!)

[djarinsbeskar]

Kyr Carria my beloved 🥺

If I may, what is Kyrs temper like? Would he lose it with one of his advisors if they were perhaps a little young and speaking out of turn? Or maybe someone makes a move on Raesa not knowing she's with the Chief? 👀

Gimme a fist slamming on the table kind of moment Kyr... Or a "you put your hands on my fawn again and I'll break them" kind of moment.

I need it for uh.... For science... Strictly professional research. Yes.

Much love for you and this series 🥺❤️

-🦌

Ohohohoh one of the first rules of the rhaer's harem; only the rhaer sleeps with them. Now, let me be frank initially-- anyone who's in the rhaer's harem is there voluntarily. If they decide they want to sleep with another man, marry, move away etc etc. that's their perogative. If they want to leave for no reason at all, that's also acceptable-- Kyr is nothing if not fair. Even if on paper his protection is revoked, he looks after his does, makes sure they're safe wherever they go.

Now, that being said-- he's a hot blooded male. The dominant stag of a clan of randy bucks so clashing antlers aren't uncommon at all. Raesa is one of his favourites, even if he will claim he doesn't play favourites. He's hugely protective over her and recogises a lot of her non-verbal cues that she feels a) threatened, b) uncomfortable, c) trapped and d) scared (this is the scale that Kyr uses in his head anyway). On top of this, he's possessive over Raesa sexually. She's beautiful, she's fertile, she's his. He doesn't want any young buck thinking they have a chance with her. His reactions would probably go as follows:

1st instance - Kyr would casually extract her from the conversation, a warm hand behind her head, his hand lacing with hers to excuse her. But anyone would be able to tell from the way he bites out the words that he's laying claim without causing a fight.

That should dissuade most men. Before he became chieftain, he would have been more aggressive-- but he has to play nice, unfortunately.

2nd instance - this is where Kyr blatantly growls his warnings to keep their paws off, she's one of his does-- not to be mandhandled, cornered or made a move on. She wants to be with this whelp? That's fine, but if she's made no indication she's invited those advances, Kyr will stand in between the two.

3rd instance - Kyr takes this as a personal offense now. A slight against the reigning rhaer by the repeated disrespect. Clan Carria is a clan built on trust, respect and loyalty. Whoever this guy is, will have lost all three by showing Kyr none. Hence, he can choose to fight the rhaer to regain that standing, or he can fall down the hierarchy of the clan.

Those fist slammings and heated snarls do occur too though, especially on the days that his patience is shot. But his bark is usually worse than his bite in those moments.

Lets be honest Raesa rides him hard and is completely insatiable the nights he's that possessive, she loves it

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✨Kyr✨

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will we be seeing more of our girlboss raesa interacting with her boi toi?? he may be chieftain but she's clearly in charge of him right?

Pls I love calling her a girlboss omg she's so precious it fits

What's so sweet about Raesa, is that you're absolutely right and she has no idea. She happily works in the sanctuary archiving manuscripts and the sparce histories written down, but in reality-- if she said jump, Kyr would ask how high.

I can promise you that we will definitely see more of Raesa as well as a few other members of his harem! I enjoy writing Kyr and Raesa to practice, so you'll be seeing a lot more of them soon ehehehe

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COMPANION GUIDE: PAMARTHEN SIDE CHARACTERS

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Below are Pamarthen characters that either show up in Stitches or are referenced within the fic at some point in time. For the sake of not info-dumping anymore than I already am in Stitches chapters, more detailed descriptions and history can be found here. Note: these are continuously being updated and worked on [as seen with some more bare-boned entries].

Clan Carria:

Kyr Carria – rhaer of Clan Carria, Kyr is the first son of Kaidyn Carria [ref: meaning Battle]. At thirty nine, he has been the rhaer since his fathers’ death in the year 5ABY. Shaggy brunette hair commonly tied in a half tail, he has golden eyes characteristic of the Carria bloodline believed to be traced back to Siodam [ref: Goddess of the hunt, forests, fertility and spring] herself. Donned with the same ring of antlers around his left bicep, Kyr’s tattoo is made more elaborate with the oath of the rhaer inscribed in ancient Pamarthen above and below the antlers. He spearheaded this addition after he returned from the Rebellion to find his clan and planet in ruins from the Empire’s attacks. The rhaer can usually be found stuck in court meetings with his advisors, but he prefers to spend his days in the forest and interacting with the wider population of Clan Carria.

Harem of the rhaer – not mandatory, but a normal feature of Carria court life. A position of prestige, any member of the harem the rhaer takes is under his/her protection and provided for. Kyr is one of the rhaer’s who has indulged in a harem, and it’s not unusual to find him in bed with one or several of them every night.

Rhaer’s right to rule - The true symbol of Kyr’s divine right, are the leather vambraces worn on either forearm. Dark brown, they are simply crafted. They differ with the gilded antler on each vambrace, golden in colour and priceless in their history as they are believed to have been a gift from Siodam to her lover Carryg; the original rhaer of Clan Carria. Every clan has a physical manifestation of their right to rule, usually something that can be worn but only the Core Clans of Carria, Macteer and Leyghin can attach a divine mandate on the symbols.

Seat of the Stag – see locations guide.

Kai Carria – five years younger than his older brother, Kyr, Kai has always been the brother blessed with a good temper and a boisterous charisma that is the opposite of his brothers quieter allure. Golden eyed, he has – at the time of the Pamarthe Arc – a more clean cut appearance with shorter – easier to manage – hair and taut, athletic muscles common of pilots. He too has the same ring of antlers around his left bicep, but despite his devotion to his brother and clan, he has not been on-world since the death of his father in 5ABY. Instead, he has made a name for himself in the New Republic as one of their most talented and well-respected commanders and the leader of multiple squadrons—his own personal, specialised team being the Gold Squadron. A deep believer in the roots of stories and tales told when he was a child, he can be superstitious as well as analytical in deciphering code and riddles. Considered the best pilot on Pamarthe, his outward skills and happy demeanour is often used as a mask to hide traumatic losses and deep scars from his time in the Rebellion and the rift with his brother.

Bryn Silva – twenty years old, Bryn is the eldest and only son with three younger sisters all of whom range from ten to seventeen. As such, he is both intensely protective but with a soft heart that is difficult to find fault in. Still clinging to those last vestiges of adolescence, he is somewhat awkward in his new height and length of limbs. Long, tawny haired and hazel-eyed, he can often be seen sporting different braids in varying complexity to keep the hair off his face and tied back in a half tail like many other Carria men. He is one of the generation that received a clan marking without having joined the Rebellion, signalling a revival of the practice. Medic, being a few years older than him at least, used to babysit him and his sisters when she was still on Pamarthe and he was only six or seven. As such, he definitely has a bit of a crush, harmless and superficial, but he is a good lad who embodies the wonderful balance of gentleness and strength a deer is known for.

Ash Redwood – the current Harbour Master of the Carria Seaport [ref: see location guide], Ash’s skill in sailing and seafaring is only rivalled by his reputation as a womaniser. Being the same age as Kyr and having grown up with the heir, Ash is one of the rhaer’s most trusted advisors. A working man, he is well known for his smooth operations of the port and spaceport when needed. His mind is made for mathematics and logistics and if there was ever a man made for strategy, it’s Ash. That is why – when Kyr’s father was ailing – that the new rhaer named Ash to take on a stewardship role while Kyr was still away with the Rebellion. As such, he has a first hand understanding of the pressures and responsibilities Kyr faces and his opinion is held in high regard. A handsome man with strong features, his long mane of tawny hair is streaked with silver and grey eyes under heavy dark brows that make sure his bed is warmed by whoever he wants night after night.

Nana Henlow – the owner of The Tipsy Hart [ref: see location guide], the iconic cantina has been in the Henlow family since it was established. With her mothering nature to any and all who enter her establishment, she quickly gained the moniker Nana Heart in a play on the name of the cantina and her warm, welcoming presence. A short, stout woman with greyed mahogany hair, she has run The Tipsy Hart since she took over from her father with her then husband in the year 25BBY and has only been off Carria land a grand total of twelve times, all of them weddings, citing she has no need to leave the land that blessed her nor the rhaers’ that have been good to her.

Clan Macteer:

Wynter Macteer – the rhaer of Clan Macteer, the thirty-two year old is a force of nature who has ruled Clan Macteer for the last three years. Tall and willowy, her green eyes are in stark contrast to her porcelain skin and long, dark hair. Cited as walking akin to the wolf on her signet, she has an aggressive approach to ruling and dominates council meetings in the Neutral Capital with snarling threat. The eldest of three, she follows a long line of matriarchal leaders of the clan. While her flaws and impersonable attitude keep many at bay, she isn’t without merit. Loyal to a fault to anyone in her clan—she will fight tooth and nail for their safety and wellbeing. She is an accomplished pilot and even better hunter, known for her surefooted stealth and proficiency with daggers she holds between her fingers to act as makeshift claws. She is known to have deeply bad blood with Kyr Carria after the events that left Kyr scarred and a barrow wolf dead with no punishment following the breach of clan code.

Sister Clans – As one of the three Core Clans [ref: Carria, Macteer and Leyghin], Macteer has a deep bond with the clans that stemmed from them over the centuries. Two other clans, Shunak and Blayd, follow the same hierarchical structure as Macteer, with matriarchal leadership preferred and are usually known to ally themselves with Macteer in debate. Blayd is known to be the tempering force to calm the aggression of Macteer, and have galvanised good relations with all the other clans on their behalf.

Claws of Macteer – The specialised group of five warriors hand chosen by the rhaer of Clan Macteer, it is one of the highest positions of power and prestige in the clan. On top of being great warriors and excellent pilots, the Claws are known to occasionally share the bed of the rhaer to possibly provide her with an heir should she choose not to take a husband. The desirable qualities of strength and power are the defining qualities a rhaer looks for when breeding, and it’s not uncommon to find one of them in her bed.

Rhaer’s right to rule – As with the vambraces of Clan Carria [ref: see above], Clan Macteer are only one of three Core Clans who are considered as having the divine right to rule. For Wynter, it is the oaken knot forged from a nickel coloured metal and was believed to have been gifted to the first matriarchal rhaer of Clan Macteer by the goddess Amhra, a symbol of strength and power. The metal is not from Pamarthe, and is as light as it is strong. Generations have passed and this knot hasn’t tarnished, rusted or weakened. Worn in a variety of ways, Wynter chooses to wear it loosely around her waist, an exaggeration of a feminine figure in a position of power.

Helm of the Wolf – see locations guide.

Maia Macteer – Younger sister of Wynter Macteer and Rhage Macteer. A schoolteacher in the Neutral Centre for the children of Pamarthe’s integrated teaching.

Rhage Macteer – Younger brother of Wynter Macteer, older brother to Maia Macteer. Head of Alpha Squadron and friends with Kai Carria during their time in the Rebellion together. It is on the good graces of Rhage’s friendship that allows any Carria onto Macteer land.

Clan Leyghin:

Attycus Leyghin: the more level headed leader of Clan Leyghin and third of the three Core Clans, Attycus usually has his work cut out for him in managing the hot-headed rhaers’ of Carria and Macteer. As the eldest of the three at forty four, the lion tends to take the deciding vote on issues up for debate at Council meetings in the Neutral Capital. With characteristic red hair and brown eyes, Attycus is an imposing presence both politically and physically in battle. A distant cousin of Medic’s mother [who was from Clan Leyghin herself] Attycus considers Medic as much a lioness as he does a doe and it’s through fostered relationships like this – as well as the friendship between Attycus and Kyr – that has made the bond between Carria and Leyghin one of the strongest on the planet. A father of one daughter, his wife died in childbirth leaving him bereft and as a result, deeply protective of his daughter; Skyla.

Rhaer’s right to rule – as mentioned previously, only Leyghin, Macteer and Carria are considered to possess a divine right to rule. The physical manifestation of that right for Leyghin, is the Key of Hyal [ref: god of the sun, rebirth, strength and enlightenment]. Simple in appearance, the key is of archaic use [given that both locks and security have greatly advanced in the countless generations since it was gifted] so is now worn as a pendant around Attycus’ neck.

Hearth of the Lion – see locations guide.

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STITCHES VERSE EXTRAS: DRABBLE #2 (KYR AND KAI)

A/N: Consider this a little intro to the Arc we're about to be entering into! I was doing some writing practice to get into the various voices and characters that would be present, but figured since this man seems quite popular already-- I would share it.

TIMELINE: Immediately during and after New Republic Arc 3.

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: None

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warings: Some vague mentions of sexual encounters.

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Rhys was trying to hide a hangover with peanut butter again.

Kyr Carria shifted in his seat, lifting his head up from where he had it rested on his knuckles as the sentinel scholar droned on at him about the Hunt in two months’ time.

Yep, there it was. The strong smell was a commonly used temporary fix to mask the smell of alcohol but any Pamrthen man worth his ball sack knew the scent of peanuts was almost as condemning as the aroma of liquor itself.

The man in question was some cousin or other, Kyr couldn’t keep track of the widely dispersed family tree of Carria. He was in this meeting – daily, that dragged on – as a favor to his father who had known the rhaer since infancy.

Llyrian knew why he wanted to be here… something about settling into some kind of steady job.

The bastard could be sure of that. These meetings – without fail – occurred come rain or shine, thunder or flooding. Whether he was queasy with his own hangover or with limbs still tanged among the various beauties that made up his harem.

These meetings never ceased.

The rhaer rolled his golden eyes closed, the smell of peanut butter and the burgeoning scent of alcohol it was futilely trying to mask making his stomach roil uncomfortably. At the end of the long table where dusty old men with dustier voices talked business, politics, inventories—a clock dawdled. From where he sat at the head of that long table, his ass hurting him from the seat of the stag—he dropped his chin back into his palm and threatened the antagonistic analog to move faster.

It didn’t.

Awhan’s saggy left testicle.

His lips twitched with a suppressed snarl—a feral growl of frustration that it wasn’t doing what he wanted and he was – once again – stuck in this Maker-damned stuffy room.

But that wasn’t everything.

Fingers rapping slowly against his cheek as he lounged with casual, indulgent command—the room at his disposal as he huffed an exhale that – a little too loud – caused the scholar to pause mid-sentence before Kyr jerked his chin for the man to continue.

His mind cast adrift once more, it returned to the ever approaching meeting with his brother, with Kai. By the gods, it had been what—four years since he saw his younger brother? At their fathers funeral pyre, when he had taken on the mantle of rhaer and the stony reproach of his little brother had ended with a clash of antlers and the splintering of words said in the heat of anger.

“You left..”

“Our home was under attack.”

“The entire galaxy was under attack!”

“The galaxy is not my concern, Kai. Pamarthe is.”

“The galaxy is everyone’s concern, Kyr. You—you deserted.”

“Are you angry because I left the Rebellion or because I didn’t take you with me, little brother?”

A flash of the little boy who followed Kyr around to be like him swept across his features, the trauma of the war staining his face the way freckles might. Or blood splatter.

Kai had left after that—back to the source of that trauma, as though there, he might be able to ignore it—fix it, heal from it. Kyr hadn’t the slightest clue what his little brother was still doing with the New Republic or indeed, what he had been doing these last four years apart from being made commander which was no easy feat.

All that was on Kyr’s mind, was that Kai was coming home.

And not for good reasons.

Things were getting worse, getting more serious since Attycus’ daughter had disappeared. The chieftain of Clan Leyghin had been devastated when the realization hit that his little girl was another child that had been snatched, taken from their beds by the embodiment of the very stories used to make naughty children behave.

The perpetual frown marring Kyr’s face deepened, dark brows falling over golden eyes that shadowed with thought. Could he really put stock in a folktale? Could he seriously announce as rhaer of so many people that he believed the danu were the reason for the missing children?

It sounded insane even in his head, let alone when he uttered it out loud in his holotransmission to Kai.

Kyr was a proud man, but he wasn’t so arrogant that he thought he could shoulder the protection of Clan Carria alone. He needed everyone. But more than that, he needed his brother. His closest confidant, the one ally he knew would tell it to him straight and back him up without question. With the – he grimaced – danu stealing children across all the clans, it was a council issue.

That meant joint decisions, plans across the entire planet on how to protect the children, to retrieve those who had been taken, to stop whatever was doing this.

And that meant clashing personalities of chieftains who were all used to being the leader, all used to having their opinion ultimately heard and heeded. It was a headache waiting to happen and Kyr wanted to go back in time to a teenage version of himself and tell him in no uncertain terms, that he most certainly wouldn’t enjoy most of the responsibilities of being the rhaer. Quite the opposite, being rhaer meant less time in the forests, less time in his ship—less… less. Because meetings and politics and civility filled his days to the brim.

The smell of peanut butter wafted through his nostrils again.

“Tch.”

Everyone in the room stopped speaking.

A reticent man with a loud, intimidating presence, Kyr Carria never had trouble getting a room to fall silent and listen to him. The current speaker – representative for the merchants guild – had a shiny forehead and frightened eyes as he swallowed thickly, likely assuming he had said something to displease the chieftain of one of the most powerful clans on Pamarthe.

Kyr probably should have reassured him it wasn’t him but instead, he enjoyed the peace for the moment he had been given it.

“I���ve had enough,” he growled, a low rumble of noise some might say was more befitting Macteer or Leyghin, but Carria ultimately proving to have some of the more… dominant males.

He pushed himself up from the Seat, muscles bunching and shifting like the sinewed gait of the great stag he was, and made to move around the table in the direction of the dark wood doors into the great hall of the big house. Leather vest stretching across his chest, his tanned arms remained bare for ease of movement – like always – and the only concession he made, were the leather vambraces on either forearm, gilded with the antlers of his reign and a mark of his position as rhaer. A mark made permanent with the ring of script that framed the antlers looped around his bicep.

He wore them with honor, heavy as they were.

“Kyr, we’re not—”

“We’re done for the day,” he repeated without looking over his shoulder, blaster strapped to his thigh comfortably for walk towards the Carria spaceport.

He should probably take a speeder…

He mused on the option, nodding with distracted automation to the people who stood out of his way, or sent greetings in his direction. He wasn’t an absent leader, as some might think—he cared, cared too much probably. It led to many sleepless nights emptying his mind and his cock inside one, two, three partners until he was too exhausted to think anymore.

He took every failure personally, every concession a lash of the whip against his back.

His father had always said negotiation and compromises were part of being the rhaer, but Kyr was still learning that concession wasn’t failure. It still made his teeth grind with barely suppressed anger, a protective aggression he felt was necessary when defending his people and their needs.

Ultimately, he ended up walking.

Having left the meeting early, he had plenty of time to walk worn paths from the big house down into the farmlands. He had time to converse with some of the farmers, inquire after crops and the nerfs that roamed—grazing freely on the green, abundant grasslands that stretched down the entire main island. Fielding questions about the truth of the rumors spreading that the daughter of a chieftain had been taken, Kyr merely grunted that the council were handling the situation as seriously as they always had.

With a promise to visit for a drink, and a comfortable grip of the rhaer to the farmers shoulder, he set of again—lost in thought, and surprised when he found himself near the Stag Head Harbor, having arrived at the spaceport already.

It was probably a good thing – being distracted – because at least he wasn’t fretting over the eventual meeting with his brother and the perpetual headache he had since he took up his father’s mantle that was only going to get worse with tensions between them.

But he did miss Kai. Of course he did. And his happiness at seeing his brother jump out of that same X-wing he had since they both joined the Rebellion all those years ago, made a familiar smile spread across his lips—an action Kyr hadn’t had much reason to do recently.

Kai approached him – polished and virile – with the exuberant confidence both brothers possessed and gripped his big brothers outstretched hand to pull him into a hug. Grunting a greeting, Kyr slapped his brothers back affectionately, releasing a breath he had no idea he had been holding since Kai was gone—every correspondence followed by a fleeting moment of dread that he would be told his brother had been killed.

He was home.

That was all that mattered for now.

Pulling back, identical eyes met and Kai grinned lopsidedly—a wicked amusement entering his gaze.

“You will never guess who I ran into,” his brother muttered conspiratorially.

Some things never change…

Notes:

1. Kyr [K-EE-R] Carria: The older brother of Kai Carria, Kyr is the chieftain (rhaer) of Clan Carria of which the reader in Stitches is a member of. At 35, he was one of the youngest rhaer's to take on the leadership of such a huge territory. Now nearly 40, he is still adjusting to the responsibilities of a leader that extend into politics and commerce but has a deep loyalty and desire to do right by his people.

2. Kyr's vambraces: Two dark brown leather vambraces mark the authority he has as rhaer. They are a symbol of his power and are only decorated with a golden antler stretching up the length of each piece.

3. Kyr's tattoos: These differ from the tattoos of normal Carria members, in that the script of his oath as leader is also included in it.

4. Attycus Leyghin: The chieftain of Clan Leyghin, he is the second cousin of the reader's mother in Stitches. His daughter is the first of the Core Clans [those bloodlines/families of Carria, Leyghin and Macteer that represent the original three clans on Pamarthe] to be abducted and it marks a shift in the pursuit of a solution.

5. Clan Macteer: Residing in the northern archipealgo of Pamarthe, the Macteers are one of the three sister clans of Macteer, Shunak and Blayd. They are deeply insulated and tend to be on the more aggressive in their decisions compared to the more tempered responses of their sister clans. A confrontation between a fifteen year old Kyr Carria and a barrow wolf that crossed into Carria territory to hunt the fawns there and resulted in the wolfs death has worsened relations between the clans when the boy wasn't punished, his injuries from the fight punishment enough in his fathers eyes. This mutual exclusivity of lands has resulted in large areas of The Snags being treated as no-mans-land.

6. Carria Spaceport: Some clans have a spaceport and a seaport which makes trade across the planet much easier.

7. The Council of Pamarthe: Each clan's chieftain convene in a council once a month to discuss matters of planetary and intergalactic issues and decisions. This involves trade with the New Republic, immigration and indeed, the crimes of kidnapping that spreads throughout various clans.

[djarinsbeskar]

Are you still taking questions about Pamarthe? ‘Cause I have one! Is Medic’s mother still alive? I can’t remember, and will we learn more about her two? (This question could easily apply to her father too, but I don’t remember him being mentioned) Thanks for your time!

Hi sweet anon!

Sorry it's taken so long for me to get to my inbox, I took a while off over the holidays to disconnect from tumblr and focused a bit more on other hobbies and the incubus rewrite!

I looooove this question though. And I've been wondering if people would notice! So, Medic, Rhydian and Rhains father passed away not long after Rhain was born the same way both of his sons would eventully die: in a dogfight during the Imperial rule.

It was this sudden loss that put Medics family and the rhaer's family closer together. With three young children to manage on her own as well as the land their family maintained for Pylbuck grazing, Kyr and Kai's father - Kaiden - stood in to support them as much as possible.

The thing about Clan Carria, after all, is the herdlike community they have. Some people might scrunch their nose like "herd? what?" as though it's a negative thing, but there is such an ingrained sense of community between them that it almost went without question that the rhaer would extend his protection even further to look after a struggling family.

Their families have been entwined ever since. And Medics mother was definitely the mother figure the Carria brothers definitely needed when their own mother passed away.

But your question was whether or not Medic's mother is still alive-- and unfortunately, the answer is no. I've eluded to the bombardment of Pamarthe throughout the series, but when Pamarthe turned on the Empire, the imperials retaliated ten-fold. They descimated Pamarthe, and the planet is still recovering. Medic's mother was, unfortunately, a casualty of those attacks so the day the three siblings joined the Rebellion, ended up being the last time they saw her alive.

Medic comforts herself in a way - perhaps, slight twisted - that she died before her sons did, so she wouldn't have to go through with a loss as devastating as when her husband died.

Ultimately, Medic is the last in her family. And the Carria's are fiercely protective of her.

[djarinsbeskar]

Stitches Art Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Below are a combination of commissions as well as beautiful gifts I have received from friends and wonderful artists on Tumblr. Please continue to always show your support for these fantastic content creators who add so much vibrancy and life to the fandom!

Disclaimer: All art depicting Medic!Reader as part of the Stitches universe are interpretations. Medic remains a reader insert to be envisioned as the reader desires. 

"Are you calling me an idiot?" by @bunnelbie

"More like a kitten, I'd say." by @daddydindjarin

"But what happens if he does come here?" by @kate-komics

"When was the last time someone touched him for reasons beyond violence?" by @mjpens

“I trust you too” by @asta-lily ​

“Gotta keep up your strength.”/”With you around, I do.” by @fentimochi

Mando protecting Medic by @honestly-shite

"Taste so good, kitten." by @literallydontlook (explicit!nsfw)

Kyr Carria by @ronnieiswriting

Moodboard by @radiowallet

Moodboard by @heartsofbeskar

[djarinsbeskar]

Hi! I looove love love the Stitches series, it’s literally on my top three Mando fics and just wanted to tell you how talented you are! But also, do you have any inspo for Medic’s tattoo? I’ve been trying to imagine it but can’t seem to figure it out. If not, then it’s okay, it’s still amazing!

Sweet anon, you are such an angel for coming to tell me how much you love it my gosh, I'm all soft and mushy inside just knowing it's a series you can enjoy-- let alone that it ranks so high on your list!!

Medic's tattoo! One of my favourite little pieces of her culture (and definitely one of Din's favourite spots to kiss) is a ring of interwoven antlers to signify her allegiance/family ties to Clan Carria. My beloved @ronnieiswriting has created some art of the chieftain Kyr, and their interpreation of the Carria tattoo is very close to what I have in my mind. Granted, the antlers weaving around Medic's thigh are thiner, more delicate and feminine. And missing the script above and below as you can see Kyr having.

Depending on the clan you're in on Pamarthe, changes the tattoo you have! It's an outdated and archaic custom that became popular again when so many Pamarthans joined the Rebellion. A type of patriotic symbolism. A way for them to be connected to home even when they were so far away, and (more grimly) a way to identify bodies, should they die in combat. So, because of this-- you'll find in the generation before Medics, and the generation before that, not many people have these traditional tattoos. But the younger generation, Medics and the ones that follow-- have revived this custom and nearly all of them have clan tattoos now.

[frostsoldier]

Stitches!Verse: the newest member of the rhaer's harem.

Pairing: Kyr Carria/Raesa(Fem!OC)

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Just some writing practice expanding on some of the original relationships and lore on Pamarthe. Doesn't impact the greater Stitches timeline/plot, so feel free to ignore!

“Why are you hovering in the shadows, little fawn?”

If there was ever a person who embodied the delicacy of the doe; her skittishness and beauty—it was Raesa. She had captivated Kyr’s eye almost as soon as she had entered his territory, hidden amongst the towering aisles of the sanctuary where she worked, diligently transcribing poems and song into a chronological account of Pamarthen history. In particular, the coloured history of Clan Carria.

She was the first of his harem he hadn’t fucked before inviting into that prestigious group.

Though shy, she had agreed with such immediacy that it stroked along the spine of Kyr’s ego, made him hunger for her. But the little fawn needed to find her feet, before she found herself under him—and Kyr had plenty of warm bodies to distract himself with in the meantime.

That celibacy hadn’t lasted long, however. Tiptoeing around each other—avoiding twigs that snapped and leaves that crunched in order to feign ignorance of the others’ presence an edging game that left Kyr rock hard and the woman he buried that frustration in thanking Raesa with giggling gossip the next morning.

Raesa positively blushed at the insinuation every time, unable to hide it as said woman braided her hair in the harems summer solar. She was still adjusting and though the network of friends and support provided by the women who made up the rhaer’s harem were a welcome addition to her life, it was still new. And Raesa struggled with new.

It was by that struggle that Kyr and Raesa would finally bond.

When she slipped away into Siodam’s forest to one of the lonelier creeks to bathe and he spotted her weaving through the trees from his balcony. Still unaccustomed to the shared bathhouse, she preferred the privacy of the fresh water still chilly in the young suns weak rays.

He followed. And seeing her sitting naked on one of the many smooth, submerged rocks in the shallow water – free of clothing and makeup, hair wild and looking every inch a primal goddess – he didn’t hesitate to make his presence known. She welcomed him into the water and into her bed, into her as he joined her night after night to slake his hunger for the lovely soul that had haunted his dreams for months.

He still found it endearing how – even after that – she just about jumped out of her skin now when his voice rumbled across her skin, the hint of amusement noticeable in his voice lost in the flurry of nervousness at being addressed.

In front of all those advisors too, Siodam—she should have just waited until later…

The rhaer looked nonplussed, unperturbed as he interrupted the advisor currently speaking. He had his chin resting on his palm, elbow propped and eyes scanning the great hall for something to lay his attentions on. Anything but harvest logistics.

That something, was Raesa.

A feline smirk spread on tempting lips and lit golden eyes with an infernal glow beneath the strands of brunette hair that had escaped his tie. His gaze was lazy as it dipped down the length of her body. A caress in its’ own right, it touched her with honey warmth—sweet, bad for her.

Her stomach plummeted down her navel, an arousing awareness at being the doe spotted by the stag.

Don’t run, he’ll only chase you. He’ll only enjoy it more.

It was only instinct telling her to bolt, like it did to everything. But she didn’t want to run from him, not really. It was a habit she was slowly but surely breaking with his assistance. Every night spent with him inside her, every shattering orgasm chipping away at the hardwired reactions she had to flee from everything and everyone.

Hypersensitive, people called her. An insult.

A survivor, he called her. A compliment.

Nipples pebbled beneath the sheer length dress – it was summer after all – flowing like water down her curves, his effect on her was instant and obvious. It made the smirk nefarious in its’ intent, and his molten eyes lethal in their hold.

Another advisor had begun speaking, commenting on the previous mans’ findings and adding his two credits. They all knew where this was going. Still, better to let the rhaer have his doe. At least then he would be in a better mood. At least then he would be less obstinate and more likely to allow them to go ahead with the plans they had painstakingly prepared to present to him.

He pushed himself up to sit properly, still watching her—and held out a hand, palm open to the willowy beauty. He never commanded, only invited silently. And it was that quiet strength that made it impossible to want to refuse him.

Raesa was across the hall before she was aware her feet were moving. Small hand in his, his fingers swallowed hers as he closed them around her, thumb rubbing with familiar affection across her inner wrist.

“Mm…do not fear that you’re ever interrupting me, little one—” he guessed her worries instantly.

Chewing her bottom lip, Raesa all but forgot about the meeting going on—eyes dropping to his lap in embarrassment. She might accept him every time he came to her, but despite being part of his harem, she had yet to approach him herself for fear of being in the way.

He knew immediately.

And the colour it resulted in on her cheeks only made the weathered leather of his pants tighten further. That made her flush even further when she noticed.

“How was your morning?” he continued, the words so low she felt them rather than heard them—the sound making her all the more aware of her arousal as they shot with single-minded focus to her cunt, pooling with wetness in underwear she wasn’t wearing.

“Slow,” she began, the sound of her voice making the stag inhale through his nose audibly, as though scenting her very vocal cords, “I finished up some work in the sanctuary—”

“I imagine we’ll soon have more history books than we know what to do with,” the hint of a smile quirked the corner of his mouth, “those sentinels are treating you right, little love?”

She nodded, beaming at his encouragement even though she knew his interests lay in the outdoors, not in books.

“So a good morning, all in all?” he hummed, leaning back against the fur lined Seat of his rule, tugging her between his legs as he did so with confident ease.

“Mm…almost,” she admitted to the curious arch of a single brow, eyes alight with amused interest.

“Almost?”

Raesa nodded, her hands falling to the solid expanse of his thighs—fingers splayed not fitting fully over the tops of them. Strong, fast, as lethal as his gaze and as devastating as his voice. She held that gaze now as she dropped to her knees, slow—purposeful, to catch every shift of his irises as they changed, darkened.

He didn’t stop her from undoing the laces of his pants, too tight to be comfortable… and even when one of his advisors cleared his throat, Kyr only waved a hand dismissively for him to continue his presentation. And all the while, his gaze never left hers.

Not when she pulled his cock from his pants. Not when she wet it with small, tentative licks. Not when she stroked the girthy length of it with slow drags of her wrist up and down it.

His eyes only fell closed when she took him into her mouth, a suppressed groan showing in a strained jaw and head tipped back as he basked in the pleasure. Falling into a comfortable rhythm, Raesa would soon find his hand in her hair, guiding her down his cock while he went back to listening to the meeting. Nodding to certain demands and feeling much more generous than he had an hour before.

[djarinsbeskar]

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Stitches!Verse: the newest member of the rhaer's harem.

Pairing: Kyr Carria/Raesa(Fem!OC)

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Just some writing practice expanding on some of the original relationships and lore on Pamarthe. Doesn't impact the greater Stitches timeline/plot, so feel free to ignore!

“Why are you hovering in the shadows, little fawn?”

If there was ever a person who embodied the delicacy of the doe; her skittishness and beauty—it was Raesa. She had captivated Kyr’s eye almost as soon as she had entered his territory, hidden amongst the towering aisles of the sanctuary where she worked, diligently transcribing poems and song into a chronological account of Pamarthen history. In particular, the coloured history of Clan Carria.

She was the first of his harem he hadn’t fucked before inviting into that prestigious group.

Though shy, she had agreed with such immediacy that it stroked along the spine of Kyr’s ego, made him hunger for her. But the little fawn needed to find her feet, before she found herself under him—and Kyr had plenty of warm bodies to distract himself with in the meantime.

That celibacy hadn’t lasted long, however. Tiptoeing around each other—avoiding twigs that snapped and leaves that crunched in order to feign ignorance of the others’ presence an edging game that left Kyr rock hard and the woman he buried that frustration in thanking Raesa with giggling gossip the next morning.

Raesa positively blushed at the insinuation every time, unable to hide it as said woman braided her hair in the harems summer solar. She was still adjusting and though the network of friends and support provided by the women who made up the rhaer’s harem were a welcome addition to her life, it was still new. And Raesa struggled with new.

It was by that struggle that Kyr and Raesa would finally bond.

When she slipped away into Siodam’s forest to one of the lonelier creeks to bathe and he spotted her weaving through the trees from his balcony. Still unaccustomed to the shared bathhouse, she preferred the privacy of the fresh water still chilly in the young suns weak rays.

He followed. And seeing her sitting naked on one of the many smooth, submerged rocks in the shallow water – free of clothing and makeup, hair wild and looking every inch a primal goddess – he didn’t hesitate to make his presence known. She welcomed him into the water and into her bed, into her as he joined her night after night to slake his hunger for the lovely soul that had haunted his dreams for months.

He still found it endearing how – even after that – she just about jumped out of her skin now when his voice rumbled across her skin, the hint of amusement noticeable in his voice lost in the flurry of nervousness at being addressed.

In front of all those advisors too, Siodam—she should have just waited until later…

The rhaer looked nonplussed, unperturbed as he interrupted the advisor currently speaking. He had his chin resting on his palm, elbow propped and eyes scanning the great hall for something to lay his attentions on. Anything but harvest logistics.

That something, was Raesa.

A feline smirk spread on tempting lips and lit golden eyes with an infernal glow beneath the strands of brunette hair that had escaped his tie. His gaze was lazy as it dipped down the length of her body. A caress in its’ own right, it touched her with honey warmth—sweet, bad for her.

Her stomach plummeted down her navel, an arousing awareness at being the doe spotted by the stag.

Don’t run, he’ll only chase you. He’ll only enjoy it more.

It was only instinct telling her to bolt, like it did to everything. But she didn’t want to run from him, not really. It was a habit she was slowly but surely breaking with his assistance. Every night spent with him inside her, every shattering orgasm chipping away at the hardwired reactions she had to flee from everything and everyone.

Hypersensitive, people called her. An insult.

A survivor, he called her. A compliment.

Nipples pebbled beneath the sheer length dress – it was summer after all – flowing like water down her curves, his effect on her was instant and obvious. It made the smirk nefarious in its’ intent, and his molten eyes lethal in their hold.

Another advisor had begun speaking, commenting on the previous mans’ findings and adding his two credits. They all knew where this was going. Still, better to let the rhaer have his doe. At least then he would be in a better mood. At least then he would be less obstinate and more likely to allow them to go ahead with the plans they had painstakingly prepared to present to him.

He pushed himself up to sit properly, still watching her—and held out a hand, palm open to the willowy beauty. He never commanded, only invited silently. And it was that quiet strength that made it impossible to want to refuse him.

Raesa was across the hall before she was aware her feet were moving. Small hand in his, his fingers swallowed hers as he closed them around her, thumb rubbing with familiar affection across her inner wrist.

“Mm…do not fear that you’re ever interrupting me, little one—” he guessed her worries instantly.

Chewing her bottom lip, Raesa all but forgot about the meeting going on—eyes dropping to his lap in embarrassment. She might accept him every time he came to her, but despite being part of his harem, she had yet to approach him herself for fear of being in the way.

He knew immediately.

And the colour it resulted in on her cheeks only made the weathered leather of his pants tighten further. That made her flush even further when she noticed.

“How was your morning?” he continued, the words so low she felt them rather than heard them—the sound making her all the more aware of her arousal as they shot with single-minded focus to her cunt, pooling with wetness in underwear she wasn’t wearing.

“Slow,” she began, the sound of her voice making the stag inhale through his nose audibly, as though scenting her very vocal cords, “I finished up some work in the sanctuary—”

“I imagine we’ll soon have more history books than we know what to do with,” the hint of a smile quirked the corner of his mouth, “those sentinels are treating you right, little love?”

She nodded, beaming at his encouragement even though she knew his interests lay in the outdoors, not in books.

“So a good morning, all in all?” he hummed, leaning back against the fur lined Seat of his rule, tugging her between his legs as he did so with confident ease.

“Mm…almost,” she admitted to the curious arch of a single brow, eyes alight with amused interest.

“Almost?”

Raesa nodded, her hands falling to the solid expanse of his thighs—fingers splayed not fitting fully over the tops of them. Strong, fast, as lethal as his gaze and as devastating as his voice. She held that gaze now as she dropped to her knees, slow—purposeful, to catch every shift of his irises as they changed, darkened.

He didn’t stop her from undoing the laces of his pants, too tight to be comfortable… and even when one of his advisors cleared his throat, Kyr only waved a hand dismissively for him to continue his presentation. And all the while, his gaze never left hers.

Not when she pulled his cock from his pants. Not when she wet it with small, tentative licks. Not when she stroked the girthy length of it with slow drags of her wrist up and down it.

His eyes only fell closed when she took him into her mouth, a suppressed groan showing in a strained jaw and head tipped back as he basked in the pleasure. Falling into a comfortable rhythm, Raesa would soon find his hand in her hair, guiding her down his cock while he went back to listening to the meeting. Nodding to certain demands and feeling much more generous than he had an hour before.