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Chapter List
- 1-Sheresh x Korbin
- 1
The events of this story are based on a current fannon work-in-progress. A brief description of characters are as follows:
Sheresh Par'jain: original character; Mandalorian; half-Zeltron (Force Sensitive as a result); native to Alderaan. Married to Fives.
Fives: clone character from the animated TV series; deserter from the GAR post-Order 66; married to Sheresh.
Boil: clone character from the animated TV series; deserter from the GAR post-Order 66; single; friends with Fives from their experiences on Umbara.
Korbin: original character; ARC and clone assassin; created secretly with other clone assassins to be Force Sensitive; deserter from the Empire post-Order 66; Kareth's male lover.
Kareth: original character; smuggler; Mirialan (Force Sensitive as a result); Korbin's lover.
Kil: original character; former Jedi; lost her connection to the Force because of losing her twin brother to Order 66; Kareth's female lover.

Setting: Alderaan, at a “resistance” campsite, directly after engaging an Imperial scouting party in combat.
Year: approx. 11 BBY
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“So that's what it's like to fight like a Mandalorian...!” Boil' voice was muffled as he pulled his helmet off, but I even if I had missed his words, I would have known what he had said by the look in his dark eyes.
They were fierce – bright, dilated, and predatory. I had never seen him so aroused before; his whole body was still taunt beneath his armor and he appeared to be in no rush to get off of his feet. The former scout prowled around the circumference of our little camp, pausing only to toss his buy'ce toward Fives.
My husband caught it easily and chuckled deep in his throat as he set the helmet carefully on its side on the flattened grass beside him. My interest was only momentarily diverted by Fives' movements; otherwise, my eyes were glued to his face, fascinated by the undisguised hunger I saw there.
Hunger for me, I had no doubt. But also, hunger for Boil.
I couldn't blame him. Without the rigid physical routines of the GAR to encourage the development of almost identical “templates”, the clones that had deserted with Clan Par'jain had grown to favor body types that were ever so subtly unique. Age had something to do with it, as well the availability of personal diets, and the pursuit of personal interests. Fives, for example, had bulked up even more from his days as an ARC – he put a lot of emphasis in endurance and strength. Boil, on the other hand, had come to favor speed – the former scout had the long, lean frame of a runner. Their physical interests dictated their dietary preferences, which changed the ways their bodies matured. The anti-aging serum had added subtle differences to each man, too – there were three clones in our group and all three of them could now be differentiated by body type alone.
All that to say, Boil was a handsome man. He still favored his mustache – an unusual preference that had long set him apart from his brothers. Thanks, perhaps, to his mostly vegetarian diet, the lines in Boil's face was smoother than either Fives' or Korbin's, so he appeared younger. In many ways, though, the death of Waxer still weighed heavy on his heart and that invisible weight could still be “seen” in the way he avoided any sort of intimacy or physical contact.
Which was a pity. Fives and Boil had grown close over the years and I knew that my husband – who still missed Echo in many ways – would have happily invited Boil to our bed. I wouldn't have minded sharing Fives, either; when we were apart, I would still relive scenes with Fives and Echo from the past while I pleasured myself. We had had a brief fling with Kareth – before Korbin claimed him for his own – shortly after meeting the smuggler back in our early days on Anobis, but we hadn't had a third partner since.
Neither Fives nor I had any interest in another woman. But, another man? Boil? I met Fives' gaze as the scout paced restlessly behind us.
Boil could be fun.
“Pffffft,” Kareth broke the smoldering silence by pushing a long, frustrated sigh through his teeth. “What the kriff is up with all of the sexual tension?”
I blushed a bit, thankful for the darkness as my cheeks reddened. Even after all this time – nearly six years – it was hard for me to remember sometimes that I was not the only Sensitive around. In fact, of the three currently present, I was the least Sensitive. My eyes flickered toward Korbin and Kareth; the Miralian smuggler was sprawled back on his elbows on the ground and had a rather peculiar expression on his handsomely tattooed face. Korbin still had his helmet on, so there was no telling what was going on there; though, his body was just as tense as Boil's and he seemed to be making a concerted effort not to lean toward the smuggler beside him.
Out of all of us, Kil appeared to be the least affected by what had to be a good case of lingering battle lust. Though, she seemed to be picking up on something, if only through body language, because she was looking Kareth with unusual interest. Kareth seemed to realize that he was the object of at least one person's desire; the green-skinned smuggler titled his head back and glanced first at Korbin's mirrored visor and then at Kil's sweaty face.
He then laughed, the sound making even Boil stop his pacing and focus on the issue at hand.
“Please tell me I'm not the only one who's willing to acknowledge it?” Kareth's startlingly blue eyes searched for mine through the dancing flames of the fire between us.
“Only if, by 'sexual tension', you mean the desire to push our scout to his knees and teach him a lesson about following orders, then yes. I'll acknowledge it.”
It took even me several long seconds to put together what Fives had just said. Once I did, I whipped around and looked at Boil, who was staring at my husband as if he had sprouted eyes in the back of his head. Even Kareth – who was even more sexually tolerant than me – was apparently rendered speechless by Fives' bold declaration.
Boil's jaw worked futilely several times, as if he was just about to open his mouth and say something and then thought better of it. Finally, though, he seemed to settle on what he wanted to say, and his eyes narrowed dangerously as he addressed Fives' broad back.
“Are you implying I didn't follow orders...sir?”
“I remember Sheresh and I both telling you not to engage the enemy when you took point. I also recall that you were the one to fire the first shot,” Fives finally twisted around in his seat to address Boil face-to-face and the ferocity in his eyes made me wonder if he really meant what he was saying. “A mistake like that could have cost us all, scout.”
There was a long and awkward pause, during which Fives and Boil glared each other down. I wasn’t even going to try and fathom what the three K's on the other side of the fire were thinking. I was trying to figure out where my husband's sexual bluff started and where his military instincts ended. As an ARC, I had found that dominance colored much of Fives' sexual interactions; his preferences had always been a little rough, a little taboo, a little edgy. I also knew that battle aroused him deeply and that unresolved sexual tension from combat only made his tastes run darker.
I wasn't sure, though, what he was trying to do with Boil. On one hand, Fives' reprimand was legitimate enough – abrupt, but legitimate. I had felt Fives' frustration with Boil throughout the battle – enough to be feed off of its negative energy once or twice myself. I had even wondered at what point that frustration would bubble over into genuine anger – if this had been a group entirely comprised of Mandalorian battle leaders, Boil wouldn't even have been warned before his punishment had been meted out.
But, the sexual undertone of Fives' threat was confusing even to me. Sure, I knew that he was attracted to Boil – I had known Fives longer than anyone else present. I was also the only one present – except for Kareth – who had known Fives sexually and I was the only one who knew the ARC's desires intimately.
I had not, however, ever expected Fives to come onto Boil with such a mixed signal. Or so abruptly. Or, even, so roughly.
There was movement on the other side of the fire and I was distracted just long enough to see that Kil was trying desperately – in her own mute way – to turn the tide. She had knelt by the fire with her pack and was industriously wrapping some root vegetables and salted meat into foil flimsi to cook underneath the embers of the fires' edge. The former Jedi seemed quite resolute in ignoring the unexpected dialogue between Fives and Boil, but I could see past her toward Kareth.
The smuggler seemed...inspired by the sudden turn of events. His long legs were splayed in a casual sprawl and it wasn't hard to tell – even in the dim and flickering lighting – that he was already partially aroused. His attention was also entirely devoted to Kil; I felt my eyebrows rising slightly toward my hairline as I glanced toward Korbin. The former assassin hadn't made a move at all, but it was clear by the angle of his helmet, that he was watching his lover intently.
Korbin made no move to stop Kareth, however, as the smuggler slowly lifted himself up off of his elbows and reached for the top of Kil's slender boots. I would have kept watching in arrested fascination, except that Boil said something that sent my husband rocketing upward in a surge of muscle and power.
Before I could quite figure out what the scout had said, Fives had dragged him to the ground where the two were grappling fiercely for dominance. At first glance, it looked like nothing more than a hundred other displays of male machismo that I had witnessed before, but I could practically taste the heady mix of sexually-charged testosterone that surged underneath their silent wrestling. I quirked yet another eyebrow as I watched Boil clamber over Fives' back and pin him face-first against the ground – for a total of about five seconds, before my husband gathered the total force of his strength and practically shrugged the scout off of him.
The desire for dominance seemed mutual. Had Fives merely baited Boil with battle lust and pointed words? Or did Boil genuinely desire Fives as well and had merely been waiting for an excuse to act on his own private fantasies?
A soft, feminine gasp startled me and I looked back over across the fire. I felt my jaw drop, but I could only stare as Kareth's hands disappeared underneath the front of her no-longer-belted tunic. The former Jedi appeared to be even more shocked than I was – she was looking over her shoulder at Korbin, who now held his helmet in his armored lap and was watching his lover place lazy, open-mouthed kisses up the length of his late lover's twin sister's neck. The look on the ARC's face was curious and thoughtful, but he made no move to intervene and if anything, he seemed equally aroused by the wanton display of Kareth fondling Kil underneath her clothes.
Kil, on the other hand, seemed torn by desires I would have never guessed she had. She herself wasn't discouraging Kareth's caresses – which were both knowledgeable and enthusiastic from where I was sitting – but she seemed frozen in indecision. A string of soft moans passed her lips, but her hands hung clenched on her side, her pack opened and forgotten on the ground next to her. She looked toward Korbin until he finally seemed to realize what she wanted. Even Kareth seemed to sense something, as he lifted his head from Kil's neck and flashed a sexy grin toward who I now realized was not necessarily his only lover.
Had Kareth and Kil been sleeping together? It was common knowledge that Korbin and Kareth were a pair – and had been ever since Anobis. But...Kareth seemed to be unusually bold toward Kil and she seemed unusually responsive to his touch. What kind of arrangement did those three have, exactly?
Whatever it was, Korbin seemed to be fine with it. The ARC nodded his head, just once, and Kil's body shuddered as Kareth lowered his head and ran his tongue slowly up the length of her neck. The former Jedi mewled and practically melted into the Mirialan's embrace.
I shook my head in amazement – I had never heard Kil make so much as a peep in all the years I'd known her. Apparently, she was capable of noise, as long as she was properly inspired.
And, speaking of inspiration...
Boil and Fives crashed into my leg and my attention was abruptly redirected toward them. My husband had gained the upper hand, but he was breathing hard from the effort. Armor now littered the ground in their wake – while they weren't even partially undressed, the two were well on their way to some sort of simmering sexual resolution. I did a quick inventory of their state of undress – Boil had lost his chest plate, both vambraces, and back piece. Fives had – predictably enough – lost his cod piece, as well as both his shoulders, and his greaves. Boil's under tunic had torn around his shoulder, too; I couldn't be sure in the light, but it looked like he was now sporting a mouth-sized bruise on that one patch of exposed skin.
Fives reared up off of the scout and sat back on his heels; both men were breathing heavily and I thought I might swoon in the wake of their heady tension. I watched as my spouse reached down, grabbed Boil by the collar, pulled him up roughly, and planted a bruising kiss on his brother's unsuspecting lips. It didn't last long, as unannounced as it was, but it seemed to be enough to solidify Boil's devoted attention.
And, confusion.
“Uh...Sheresh...?” the scout stuttered the instant my husband's mouth left his; Boil's honey-brown eyes slid over almost guiltily to look up at me.
I just shrugged and fought the urge to fan myself.
“Don't mind me,” I shrugged, feigning a decided nonchalance that I most certainly didn't feel. “I'm just waiting for an opening.”
“What...?” Boil's confusion deepened and I tried not to grin at his undisguised shock.
“You remember me talking about Echo, right?” Fives shifted his grip on Boil, in order to bring the scout's attention back toward him.
“Uh...yeah,” uncertainty now fluttered across Boil's face and my husband grinned cheekily as he leaned forward to whisper in his brother's ear -
“Sheresh is the one who taught me how to suck his cock.”
“Oh,” the expression was less of a word and more of a sudden expulsion of sheer shock from between Boil's parted lips.
I preened a little bit. There was truly nothing sexier (I thought) than watching my husband going down on another man – or, going down with him on another man. And Fives had never earned any complaints; even Kareth, a hard man to please, had been rendered boneless after the ARC was finished with him.
Boil really didn't stand a chance – I could see the gleam of conquest in Fives' eyes. I also knew, instinctively, that tonight my spouse was in a particular mood. I was welcome to watch...but there wasn't really going to be an opening for me, as it were.
Instead of feeling put-out by the vibe of exclusivity that rolled subtly off of the two, I felt strangely excited by the scene unfolding right next to me. I had no problem getting my own self off and had, in fact, pleasured myself with Fives watching on more than one occasion. So, if I felt the need, I would do so without any shame. For now, though....it was fun to just sit back and watch two hot men make out at my feet.
Though, the two weren't really getting naked fast enough. Now that Fives had Boil's attention, he had scaled the aggression back just a notch or two. Fives had pulled the scout against his lap – I noticed that Boil's cod piece had mysteriously fallen to the ground – and was slowly grinding himself against the other. Boil had his arms wrapped around my husband's shoulders and Fives' hands were roving sensuously over Boil's broad back. Tongues, teeth, and lips were sliding over each other in a rhythm I knew myself only too well – Fives had many talents, but one of his best was kissing.
The man loved to kiss. He could spend hours doing it and be perfectly happy doing nothing but. It was fascinating to watch him seduce another man with just his tongue. Fives teased Boil, thrusting his tongue between his brother's teeth one minute...then sucking the scout's bottom lip between his own teeth the next...then dipping his head down to run his tongue over the muscles of Boil's neck.
For the few moments where his mouth wasn't occupied, Boil panted and begged.
“Fuck. Me. Fives!” each word was a statement in and of itself, pushed out through heavy gulps of breath and pleasure-clenched teeth.
My husband's hands had found their way between their bodies, between Boil's legs.
“I'm working on it,” Fives chuckled darkly in response and grabbed the back of the scout's head.
There was another rough clash of teeth and tongue, but it was only a tease. A taste of what was to come, as my husband coyly mimicked the movements of sex with his tongue against Boil's; the scout groaned and leaned shamelessly into Fives' body, Fives' hands.
“But first,” a dark, sexy smile curled the edges of the ARC's lips and I felt a smile of my own as I realized where this was about to go. “I meant what I said earlier. You're going to learn to take orders.”
“What?” Boil was back to being confused and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
He was adorable when he was confused.
Fives let go of the scout and slowly rose to his feet. Boil watched, wide-eyed and stunned, as Fives toward over his kneeling form and started to unbuckle his utility belt. I sighed happily – while Boil might be clueless, I knew what came next. Or...well...I could guess. There were a few different ways this could go – it all depended on Fives' mood.
“Strip,” Fives then looked past Boil and jerked his lightly bearded chin in the general direction of the trees behind us. “Then I want you to go put your hands up against that hydenock tree.”
Boil pursed his lips and I knew why – he was thinking about saying “no”. In refusing. In asserting his own dominance. But then I watched that thoughtful look come into his face – the one I had seen come into Echo's once, the one I had seen come into Kareth's, and the one I was sure I was guilty of a thousand times over myself. And though Boil puffed his cheeks and scowled, he stood up and did as he was told.
I had to give it to him, though. He did it slowly. Little by little. Like a tease.
My husband's eyes darkened with every article of clothing that dropped to the ground.
I thought I'd melt into a little puddle of hormonal goo, myself. I knew what Fives had in store for Boil now, too. It would probably confound Boil as much as it excited him, so I made a mental note to pull him aside later and explain to him that Fives would fabricate a reason out of thin air in order to justify spanking his sexual partner. His comments earlier, and their sexual undertone, finally made sense.
Fives loved spanking. Loved the art of it. Loved the dominance of it. Loved the tenderness that could come out of it, too. It was another thing he was really, really good at, too – right underneath kissing. And leaving his sexual partners drooling gibberish when he was finished with them.
I also realized that by taking the scene behind me, toward the tree line, that Fives was inadvertently distancing me from the intensity of the encounter. He was in a particular mood tonight. When I thought about it, though, I should have seen it coming. He had always been like this before, when it was Echo, him and me – when Fives and Echo met up with me, and most especially after a battle, he was always in a singular frame of mind. Sometimes, that meant he wanted only me. Sometimes, that meant he only wanted Echo. So, it wasn't a gender-biased preference. It was merely a preference for a rare exclusivity – at any other time, Fives was sharing and generous with both his body and his affections.
Well...except with Walon Vau. There were exceptions to any rule.
I should have known he'd have been in an exclusive mood tonight, when the battle lust was still pumping hot through his blood. I suppose I had just assumed that it would be me – after all, it had only been me for a long time. Not for lack of interest in others, but because the opportunity hadn't really presented itself before now.
And now, as Boil's undergarments dropped to ground and he stood naked and eager in a fine sheen of sweat, Fives had eyes only for his fellow clone.
And I was okay with that
But, kriff...!
Boil was hard; like my husband, I was instantly fascinated by the swollen erection that stood proud against the cool Alderaanian night air. The scent of precum already hung thick in the air and Echo's pheromones were off the chart – half-Zeltron that I was, I could practically taste them.
Fives hand twitched and I could tell that my husband longed to reach forward and grasp his brother by the base of that practically perfect cock. But, first things, first – Fives was always one to insist on following proper procedure (though usually only if that procedure was his own).
“Orders, Boil,” he shook his head and gave Boil such a practiced look of deepest disappointment that I nearly fell off of my log with the effort of keeping back a laugh.
Of course, it wasn't funny to Boil. Something like terror spasmed across the scout's face and Fives didn't have to say another word, before he turned around and marched – stiff-legged – toward the indicated row of hydenock trees behind him. Fives paused a moment before passing me and bent over to kiss me on the lips.
I could taste Boil on his tongue and I leaned into the unexpected token of affection. Fives' tongue now stirred a roiling heat between my legs and I whimpered against his mouth. He chuckled softly as he broke the kiss; I fought the urge to slip to my knees and reach for his pants.
“Why don't you keep Korbin over there company for a little bit? He's been watching, you know,” Fives winked at me and left me with that rather stunning revelation.
- - -
“I'm not exactly sure how this all happened,” Korbin admitted several minutes after I had taken Fives' suggestion and moved around the fire to sit next to the other former ARC.
“Battle lust,” I shrugged and struggled momentarily for the words to explain why our partners had abandoned us for unexpected pursuits. “Fives prefers females...but he was very close to Echo. He'd tell you that I was the one who brought them together sexually, but there was always tension between them, even before I encouraged them to use me as an excuse to be intimate with each other. Echo was a large part of our sexual dynamic before he died at the Citadel. Since being back together, Fives has wanted to bring another man – a brother, honestly – to bed with us and he's had his eye on Boil for a long time. Took something like tonight, though – when he could make an excuse to advance on Boil and Boil could have an excuse to give in to his urges – for it to happen.”
I paused and glanced over at Kil and Kareth. The smuggler was on his back on the grass, his hands on Kil's hips, as she rode him hard. Her head was thrown back, her gasping moans tossed toward the full moon up above us; Kareth filled the air with a low, hoarse litany of curses. So far, he hadn't repeated a single word or a single language; for someone so thoroughly engaged in intercourse, it was pretty impressive.
“Smugglers,” Korbin caught me looking and rolled his eyes. “And they say Twi'leks are the galactic whores.”
My jaw dropped and Korbin actually chuckled. I wasn't sure what was more shocking – the assassin laughing, his blatantly politically incorrect statement, or the fact that he pretty much just called his lover of six years a 'whore.'
“Kareth can't keep it in his pants to save his life,” Korbin rolled his shoulders. “I've always known that. We were exclusive for a while, but....he said that I was enough to satisfy his desire for a man. But, he wanted a woman, too.”
“So...Kil?” I watched the all-too-familiar way that she pleasured herself on top of Kareth, even as her hips rolled across his lap.
“At least three years, now. It's never been in front of each other like this before, though. Usually, Kareth just bounces from her bed to mine and vice versa. Spends a night or ten with me – a night or four with her. Whatever he feels like.”
“And you're okay with that?” I ogled; Korbin just arched and eyebrow and looked eloquently over the fire.
The resounding crack of a belt echoed through the night, accompanied by a muffled groan that sounded suspiciously like “Fives.”
“Fair enough,” I conceded Korbin's point with dignity.
“I think the only difference between us, really, is that you and Fives share your bed with that third party. You, Boil, and Fives will have sex together at some point, won't you?”
I knew that Korbin was a deeply perceptive man – incredibly so, actually. But, it always surprised me when he turned that sharp acumen my way.
“Yes,” I nodded and took a moment to ponder before elaborating. “Fives is not usually in such an exclusive mood. I have to admit that usually we prefer to share our sexual experiences. And it's always another man, that Fives usually invites into our bed and relationship.”
“Except, I hear, Kareth,” Korbin sounded lightly amused and I glanced at his face to make sure I hadn't imagined it in order to soothe a slightly guilty conscious; he looked over at me, his dark eyes wry.
“Yeah,” I blushed again and tried not to flash back to when I was in Kil's place, rocking frantically against Kareth's hard body and rubbing my clit desperately against his groin.
“Kareth and I have always preferred to keep any extra sexual interests separate from our own. It's always been women that he's brought in – we've never had other men between us and no one that I've ever brought home,” Korbin, having made his gentle jab, moved the conversation smoothly on.
We fell silent again – Korbin was not a man of many words – and I found myself watching his lover as he suddenly flipped Kil over onto her back and withdraw from her body all together. Korbin, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, seemed far more interested in what my husband was up to...
“Have you ever been attracted to a woman?” I wasn't sure if I would offend Korbin by the question, but it sort of just slipped out.
I was mesmerized by the sight of Kareth, as he spread Kil's legs wide open and buried his face between them. Her mouth was frozen open in wordless protest – or, perhaps ecstasy, I couldn't be sure of which – and I could see his tongue as it glistened in the firelight. His strokes were long, lazy, and confident and Kil writhed helplessly in his hands; I felt myself growing wet in response to the memory of his mouth having done the same to me.
“Kil,” Korbin answered almost immediately and startled me; I tore my eyes away from Kareth and saw that the ARC was watching his lover as well with something very much like interest.
“Really?” I looked back, this time at Kil, and marveled silently.
“I think it's because of her resemblance – and connection - to Kian, my first lover,” Korbin's words were edged with just the tiniest hint of lingering grief; I reached out without thinking and touched his hand gently.
“We kissed each other once – it was incredibly awkward,” Korbin didn't retreat from my touch and at first, I didn't realize just where the conversation was truly heading; he turned to me and I was so caught up in feeling sympathy for him, that I didn't realize he was actually reevaluating me. “But...” he bit his lip and that distracted me enough to note how incredibly sexy he was when he did that. “I've been...curious. Enough to try again.”
“Wait...what...come again?!” my mind did a mental double-take and I looked at Korbin as if he had just proclaimed his undying loyalty to the Empire.
He didn't say anything more. I decided, then, that clones were just bred to be dominate – it didn't even matter their sexual orientation. He reached up, cupped my chin, and pulled my face closer for a kiss. His other hand was equally bold – it reached for mine and then placed it squarely between his legs.
I hadn't even noticed that he'd taken off his cod piece at some point. He was hot and hard, his erection heavy against my palm.
I groaned against his mouth and he parted his lips tentatively. As bizarre as the situation was, I took advantage of the opportunity and teased my tongue into his mouth. Our kiss didn't last long, but it was enough to make me melt to my knees. Korbin, too, was good and he met my twining tongue with his own, with a boldness that left me speechless.
His hand – our hands – weren't idle, however. He didn't let me explore on my own, but rather engulfed my hand with his and ground my palm against his hardened groin. He curled his fingers and mine curled in response, around the shape of his cock, as our hands moved up and down. His partner might have been eating out a woman just feet away...and he might have been kissing a woman himself...but Korbin was no less aroused than I imagined he was when it was just him and Kareth alone.
“Fives brags a lot about that mouth of yours,” Korbin broke away from our kiss and murmured suggestively against my lips.
I decided that it was obviously the night for experimentation, by mutual decree.
A homosexual man's partner played with a woman. A married woman's partner played with another man. Which left said homosexual man and married woman....to experiment entirely out of their norm.
Thankfully, I was half-Zeltron. And that was more than enough to rise to the occasion.
- - -
Korbin tasted like candy. A decadent, forbidden, taboo candy. I lay across his thighs and devoted my entire attention to the emulation of what I had seen my husband do several times before.
There was a different way that men gave head to each other – I wasn't foolish enough to think that I could possibly top a man's preference for another, but I knew that some of the appeal came in the way a man approached another. A man was confident with a cock – after all, he had one himself and knew instinctively what felt good, in a way a woman never could. I had heard that men who gave head the first time where often better than a woman who had been doing so all her adult life – and I believed it. But, I tried to have some of that confidence as I deep-throated Korbin; it seemed to be working, as he twitched against my throat and groaned.
He had bypassed the rest of my body, but had pulled my pants down to explore himself. Rough fingertips danced across my bare bum and ghosted dangerously close to an area I had never had touched before. I couldn't help squirming a little bit and Korbin chuckled darkly.
“So there is something you haven't tried, huh?”
I would have tried to act offended, but I was face-down in the lap of a man who was not only not my husband, but also not usually attracted to women. The sounds of sex filled the air, though, and our partners were otherwise engaged in their own explorations – Korbin and I had been left to ease our own needs as best we could.
“Fives definitely knows how to fuck,” there was admiration in Korbin's voice and his hand slipped lower to tease softly along the edge of my swollen labia. “He's got Boil on his hands and knees, just going to town. Facing us, too – just so you know, your husband's watching. When he's not biting up Boil's neck.”
I groaned. Korbin didn't normally string along a full sentence most days. Of course he got talkative during sex. Figured.
And he was, good at it. His forefinger wormed slowly between my folds and into my slick center, as he described – in pretty graphic detail – what Fives and Boil were doing.
“The way you act, I would have never thought Fives was so dominant,” another finger worked its way tentatively inside of me and I bucked my hips with another muffled groan.
“Guess you like that in a man?” Korbin's free hand tangled itself in my hair; if I had wanted to lift my head from his lap, I wouldn't have been able.
He had a firm grip on me – I wasn't going anywhere.
“Interestingly enough, so does Kareth. But, I guess you knew that already, huh?”
There was silence for a few minutes, during which I could hear my husband's voice as he ordered Boil to pleasure himself. Kareth's voice murmured more clearly, as he whispered Kil's name and encouraged her gently to “let go.”
“Guess fingering a woman isn't much different than fingering a man. Just in and out?” Korbin moved his fingers accordingly and I was surprised at how much instruction he didn't need.
Even Fives, the first few times he had fingered me, had to be gently reminded that I wasn't “an oil well.” Because of the prosthetic arm he had acquired in the war, I still had to gently remind him of that. Korbin, on the other hand, seemed to have a natural talent for how to move his fingers without hurting. He did not, however, seem aware of what spots to search for, or what spots to stimulate, but I frankly didn't care.
I had a man's hand between my legs and a man's cock between my lips. I was drowning in an overwhelming sensation of lust, sex, and raw need – and I was thoroughly enjoying the sensory overload. It wasn't just my own lust that pressed against my senses, either – thanks to my ancestry, I could feel the emotions of everyone involved.
Korbin was curious, almost detached, but enjoying himself all the same. Kareth was eager to please, eager to watch Kil as she came in his hands. Kil was focused on absolutely nothing at all except her own pleasure and her bliss nearly sent me into orgasm myself. Fives was raw, dominant, powerful, and proud – drunk with conquest and pent-up aggression. Boil was completely gone, lost in the throes of a powerful orgasm that rolled through him like a storm.
I could taste Korbin's precum at the back of my throat and he spasmed slightly against my tongue. I realized that he, too, could feel all these things, thanks to his own Force Sensitivity. I wondered what I felt like to him – if I was as needy and wanton as I felt.
I felt heavy, swollen. I wanted more than just Korbin's fingers – he had a beautiful cock. Which could be said of all clones...but each one was different in its own way. Korbin was smooth – unlike Fives, for example, his veins didn't really stand out. So his shaft was silky and soft against my lips. And he tasted good – sweet and a little tangy. I recalled, dimly, observing once that he seemed to like fruit, especially citrus.
Korbin didn't explore for long between my legs, but I was so engrossed in my own pleasure – I loved going down on a man, about as much as Fives liked kissing – that I didn't realize that Korbin's hand was now moving across my backside. In fact, I didn't realize what he was doing at all, until he circled that sorely neglected spot.
I nearly jumped off of his lap in surprise. But, the hand he had in my hair kept me firmly in place and he grabbed my hip with a familiarity that was hard to miss. And, he had started talking again....
“Ever been fucked in the ass, Sheresh?” his tone was sweet, despite the coarseness of his words.
I whimpered wordlessly and he seemed to enjoy the sensation on his cock.
“I'll take that as a 'no', then,” his finger was circling lightly again and pressing gently...
I squirmed helplessly.
“You've got a great ass, by the way. Nice and firm,” his finger, moistened by my own juices, slipped inside and I couldn't help a low, long moan of defeat. “Surprised Fives hasn't taken advantage of it, yet. He certainly seemed to know what he was doing to Boil.”
Now there were two fingers. I steadied myself on Korbin's thighs and tried to distract myself by stepping up my efforts on his cock. If I got him to come first...
Korbin clearly had other plans – his sadistic streak had apparently come out to play. Maybe it was because it was familiar territory to him...maybe it was the realization that I had never had it done to me before... Whatever his reasoning, Korbin had clearly made up his mind.
He pulled on my hair and his cock slipped out from between my reluctant lips with a soft 'pop'. He kissed me then – fingers still inside of me, his other hand still tangled in my hair – and I wondered absently if begging him would have any effect. His tongue swept across mine, tasting himself, and I lost it.
I didn't care.
I wanted release – any release. The pheromones and lust in the air tonight was driving me crazy. The battle's adrenaline still sang through my body and my body just wanted to be plundered. It didn't really care how.
Korbin no doubt Sensed my desires. Before I could really come to terms with it all, I found myself pushed to my hands and knees, my back to him, my body vulnerable. I heard Korbin rustling around and, curious, I glanced behind me just in time to see him pull out a synth-skin condom. He flashed me a rather feral, toothy grin, as he tore open the small package and slid the thin membrane of protection down the length of his shaft. He pulled at his cock confidently once, twice, with measured, knowing strokes – his intent was painfully obvious and I felt myself tightening in fear.
I wasn't sure about this...
I was distracted from that thought, however, as Kil shouted a wordless, animal cry to the night sky. She was followed shortly after by Kareth, who's body arched sharply over hers as their hips still moved erratically against each other. Kil was laying on the ground just an arms' length or two away from me; she turned her head toward me, but her eyes were far-away, lost in pleasure. Kareth thrust himself a few more times into her, but it was obvious that he was just riding out the last of his own intense orgasm.
Korbin petted me intimately, as I watched Kareth and Kil wrap around each other and kiss in post-coital bliss. Fingers touched me in places I didn't even know existed and gently widened me for his impending penetration.
When the moment came, it was not half as traumatic as I thought it would be, though my acceptance of it was probably helped along by the hand that reached around and played teasingly between my legs. There was a great deal of pressure...an uncomfortable, aching, awkward pressure...but Korbin told me roughly to push back on him and it suddenly felt good. His fingers also flickered – accidentally, I think – across my clit, and I arched my back instinctively with a throaty purr.
He rode me, then – one hand on my hip, one hand between my legs. It was pain and pleasure, decadence and debauchery all rolled into one. I didn't even realize that we were now the main attraction – everyone else was satisfied and sated, but Korbin and I were just getting started. I buried my face in my arms, backside in the air, against Korbin's body, my nose in the grass. So, I didn't see if Kareth was surprised to see his partner fucking a woman, or if Fives was shocked to see his wife getting taken in such a thorough fashion.
I was, however, getting frustrated by Korbin's seeming inability to focus on my clit. I rocked my hips, but he seemed to misinterpret it and changed the angle of his thrusts accordingly. That felt good...but it wasn't necessarily what I wanted.
“Kriff, Korbin,” I gritted through my teeth.
“What?” he panted – I could tell he wasn't putting all of his effort into our mutual activity and for that, I thanked him; I don't think I could have handled Korbin at full force.
“Are you trying to get me off?” I squeaked accidentally, as he rolled his hips and hit a spot that made my nipples tingle.
His fingers were roving...searching instinctively for something, but unable to find what it was they were supposed to please.
“M-maybe,” he grunted; apparently displeased by my impertinence, he pulled out and pushed back in with unexpected force and I was rendered incapable of speech for several moments.
“Fuck,” I swore and decided that maybe it was time I helped him out.
He seemed to have a handle on things behind, but not below. I slowly reached beneath my rocking body and found his hand. As he had done with me before, so I did now – I put my hand over his and guided his fingers deeper between my folds.
“You're right, Fives,” Korbin grunted and I realized – without even lifting my head – that my husband was now standing next to us and watching intently. “She is brazen.”
“She's going to get what she wants, one way or another,” Fives' voice smoothed over me like the richest Alderaanian honey.
“I can see why you like her,” Korbin thrust deeper and I keened into the ground, even as our fingers finally found my elusive little clit.
I dared to glance up, just enough, to see Fives' bare feet directly in front of me. I moaned, as I guided Korbin's fingers in a furious dance across my most sensitive point. I could see Kareth in the space between my husband's legs – the smuggler was still wrapped up in Kil, but they were on their side facing us and Kareth was watching me with something rather like amusement.
Thankfully, he had Kil suitably distracted, as he was playing gently with her small breasts; her eyes were closed and I was thankful for that. I didn't exactly mind being put on display, but there was something weird about being watched by a Jedi – even by one who couldn't use the Force and therefore didn't consider herself Jedi any more.
“I'm going to come,” Korbin announced through gritted teeth and I could feel his body tighten.
He was thoroughly enjoying himself – while he hadn't been sure of fingering me, or letting me go down on him, one's backside apparently wasn't restricted to specific gender preference. He loosened his grip on my hip and slapped my right cheek once, twice, three times in tandem with his thrusts. His balls – heavy and tight – slapped rhythmically against me. We rocked with enough force that they were even able to tap, however lightly, just below my clit.
“Look up,” Korbin commanded and I didn't think to disobey.
Fives had knelt in the grass in front of us and he was moving his hand firmly up and down his own stiff cock. I whimpered, as my belly tightened – with Korbin moving inside of me, our fingers moving against my clit, and the sight of my husband pleasuring himself while watching us...
I was close to an explosive orgasm of my own.
Boil held Fives as he watched us, the scout kissing along the length of Fives' broad shoulder. There scratches across my husband's chest, bite marks along his neck and shoulders. I couldn't see Boil's body, but I knew that he'd carry worse – Fives was a fierce lover.
So, apparently, was Korbin. Everything came together in one exquisitely painful moment.
He bent over and bit me sharply where my neck met my shoulder. I arched instinctively into him with a piercing cry...and he seemed to have finally gotten the hang of things, because he flicked his thumb against my clit...and Boil reached around to fondle Fives' scrotum...
And the world went black for more than a second.
Everything from the night slammed into me. All of it. Lust. Desire. Love. Sweat. Cum. Pheromones. Sex. Tongues. Lips. Teeth.
I was later told that I shouted Korbin's name. He shouted mine. My husband came at exactly that moment, his seed spilling out onto the ground for a second time that night. I didn't know any of that. All I knew was that when I came back to my senses, I was panting against the cool grass and that Korbin had collapsed on top of me.
We were sweaty, exhausted, triumphant. Fives had Boil bring me a canteen of water, but I couldn't find the strength to drink for several minutes. I just lay there. In the grass.
In Korbin's arms.
It would have been a tender moment, too, except the cheeky bugger had to whisper in my ear.
“So is that what it takes to get you off?” he flicked my over-sensitive clit one last time and I squealed in indignation.
“Yes!” I yelped.
“Damn” he huffed into my hair, just loud enough for everyone to hear. “You women are kriffin' complicated."
It was only in retrospect that I would recall that he actually said that with no small amount of awe....
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