#nizyn

[notkirstinetheartist]

Since my original version of the Grand Inquisitor and Nizana as Death & the Maiden is making the rounds again, I thought I’d let y’all know that I recently reworked it and completely redid the background!

Once again pleaaase zoom in to see the details better.

[little-lightning-lavellan]

Happy WIP Wednesday! Do not ask questions as to why I am posting this on a Thursday!! :D

This is a snippet from a sequel fic to a previous Star Wars (I don’t even think I can call it a rarepair since its The Grand Inquisitor from Rebels with a Zeltron rebel OC) fic, and this is just gonna be... filth. Its smut.

We got the plot bit done now its time for pornography.

Tagging those who said they wanted to see it, and those who won’t judge me for it <3 @because-im-hap-hap​ @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius​ @rosella-writes​ @bluecadash​ @pikapeppa​ @bogunicorn​ @melisusthewee​ @jellydishes​ @effelants​ 

Note: for context, Zyn = the Grand Inquisitor’s “real” name in my canon, and these two morons are attempting thigh-jobs.

“Zyn, are you sure this--hah--” Nizana cut herself off with a breathy moan, startled so much by her own reaction that she nearly lost her already feeble balance. “O-Oh, okay then. Let's just…” A bite of her lip to cut off another embarrassing sound, the Zeltron was making hesitant movements against his shaft. It wasn’t quite like grinding, not like when he’d pull her to rut against him in a passionate kiss. It was more like a misaligned dance than anything else, trying to sway her hips in just the right way so that his prick would catch between the plushness of her thighs.

Again, it was like a handjob, but with her legs, that was all; she didn’t need to make this complicated! However, the fact that with each stroke, the ridges that decorated his distinctly Pau’an anatomy glided quite teasingly against her, was adding a bit of a distraction.

At least it added for lubrication.

“Hm--” she moaned sharply, eyes screwed shut and hands repositioned to brace upon a well-trained chest. Her calves felt the burn of the out of the originary position she was placing them in, but a certain sort of pride - both for her own stubborn self, and a want for him to have in her, Goddess curse her should she admit it - wouldn’t allow her to give up so easily.

A breath of relief entered her only temporarily with the feeling of large hands curling up her arm. Her head rolling back, just the slightest touch from him blissful, she was reminded of their usual cat and mouse soon enough when he spoke.

“Do you require some assistance?” Opening her eyes, she saw that smirk was still there, but at the very least he had some flush to him now as well. Good. She’d earned that.

“No, hng, I’ve actually got this,” she stopped to breathe as she felt his cock twitch against her, “This under control, thank you.” 

The Inquisitor tsked, shifting his weight within the bed entirely, but not before securing an arm around Nizana’s waist. ‘Horrid liar, the thing, especially for a Zeltron. Though, he supposed judging her for that outright was needless at this point; she’d yet to use many of her species' famous defenses against him.

She could have… she should have. But, here she was, pliant in his arms as he moved her body in a way that would surely be more pleasurable for them both.

“D-Don’t drop me!”

“Not today.”