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What Happens on Corellia Stays on Corellia	By : LexiLupin Category: Star Wars (All) > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4058 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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…Stays on Corellia

Corran Horn woke to the sound of his wife giggling maniacally; the sound was soon accompanied by a jolt as she pounced up on the bed and poked him in the stomach.

“Urf.”

“Guess what,” she whispered conspiratorially. “I just went to go put on some caf…”

“Uh-huh…”

“And I poked my head into the living room…”

“Yeah…”

“And there’s no one in there.”

Corran scowled and rubbed blearily at his eyes that were struggling to remain open. “You woke me up for that?”

She leaned back and blinked at him in confusion. “You aren’t surprised?”

He scoffed. “I’ve been waiting for Wedge to reconnect with Iella for years.” He hesitated. “Besides, they were exuding a certain amount of… desire… in the Force last night.”

“You were spying on them with the Force?” Mirax practically shrieked. Corran winced.

“I was not spying,” he retorted defensively. “I just accidentally let my guard down when I was falling asleep.” Pulling himself up into a sitting position, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her stiffly back against him before she relaxed in his arms. “Not to mention,” he murmured, “that they were all over each other when we got home.”

Mirax grinned devilishly. “Maybe Twilight did a little more for them than they’re willing to admit.”

Corran tried valiantly to suppress the shudder that threatened to overcome him. “I wouldn’t count on it. I had nightmares for three straight nights last week after we watched it in bed.”

“You did not,” she giggled, “don’t exaggerate…” she trailed off and frowned deeply, looking around at the holoscreen on the wall across from the bed.

“What’s the matter?”

“We did watch that in bed, didn’t we?” she asked, pulling herself from his arms and scooting off the bed, crossing over to the dresser. “Did you put the disk away?” He shrugged and rolled out of bed, stretching his arms out above his head and working out stiff muscles in his shoulders and back. “No,” she murmured, “it’s still over here.”

“Guess they got the title wrong.” Corran stopped and stared at her in horror. “Oh dear Force…”

“What?”

“Is there another painfully awful romance holo with a stupid title somewhere in that collection of yours?” he asked dramatically- and was promptly rewarded with a light smack to the arm.

She pouted. “I have to have something to pass the time when you leave me on my own so you can run off and save the galaxy.” Grabbing the errant holodisk off the dresser, she threw a wink over her shoulder at her husband and opened the door. “I’ll just put this away now and remove the offense from your delicate sight…”

Disk in hand, Mirax left the bedroom and her delightfully underdressed husband, checked on the brewing caf, and headed into the living room. She opened the cupboard that held their sizeable collection of holodramas, slid her disk back into its proper spot, perused the other titles idly trying to decide which one might have irritated Wedge so much the day before, shrugged, and closed the cupboard again.

Except the door didn’t close all the way and rebounded back as she started to walk away. Frowning, she glanced down to see what had caught it, and noticed that the drawer at the bottom of the shelf had slid open slightly, probably when she’d opened the cupboard the first time. Kneeling down to straighten, it didn’t occur to her right away that it was supposed to be locked- and when it did, she bit her lip to keep from laughing.

Corran might have been embarrassed at the possibility that their guests might have seen the collection, but Mirax shrugged it off. They were all mature and sensible adults, and Wedge and Iella hardly seemed the types to care whether their friends had an admittedly impressive compilation of erotic holos. Corran though- he was still recovering from the surprise of Mirax asking if they could make their own holo. In fact, the last time she’d been in this drawer had been when she’d put that disk in the collection…

Maybe they could watch it tonight. Grinning slyly, Mirax glanced around to make sure that she was still alone in the living room, and then slid the drawer open, shuffling through disks towards the back, looking for the one she had never gotten around to labeling- she still had to think of a good name anyway.

After a moment of bemusement, the panic started to set in. It wasn’t there! Following one frantic glance over, she picked through them individually, carefully, making sure that each label was read before moving on to the next one, but there was no blank holo in there at all.

“Myra?” She whipped around and saw Wedge, frowning lightly down at her from the doorway of the guest bedroom. “Everything okay?”

She stood and turned, kicking the drawer shut with her foot as she did so. Wedge’s eyes followed the movement and his expression changed- subtly, but noticeably- from mild concern to tense calculation. “Did you have a nice night?” she asked sweetly.

“Well, I mean…”

“He means yes, he did,” Iella appeared behind Wedge and ducked around him in the doorway. Both were still dressed in sleeping attire- or perhaps newly dressed in sleeping attire, if Mirax’s suspicions were correct- and had likely just emerged at the scent of the brewing caf to get a cup to start their day. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” she nodded slowly. “And then I woke and noticed that the holo you two said you watched yesterday was still in our bedroom.” They exchanged a surprised look- part confusion, part guilt, part sudden and horrible realization. “And then when I went to bring it back, I noticed a different holo is still missing from the cupboard- I wonder if either of you might know anything about that?”

Iella bit her lip, seemed to assess her options, and then disappeared back into the bedroom, leaving Wedge to wither under Mirax’s piercing stare. Thankfully, she returned after only ten seconds, and she quietly placed the innocuous-looking disk in the other woman’s hand. “I’m sorry,” she told her, “it was blank, we didn’t know what it was until we put it in and-”

“You watched it?!” Mirax shrieked, finally drawing Corran’s attention, and he appeared moments later to see his red-faced wife glaring at an even more red-faced Wedge and a forcedly impassive Iella.

“We turned it off when we realized what it was,” Wedge hastily assured her. “And Iella was going to put it back last night but after all the Whyren’s and… uh…”

“The hot sex?” Corran supplied helpfully.

His former CorSec partner turned towards him, eyes narrowed. “You’re awfully presumptive, Master Jedi.”

“The Force doesn’t lie,” he countered, grinning.

Wedge’s eyes bulged. “You were spying on us with the Force?!”

“See?” Mirax demanded of her husband before whirling back towards Wedge. “But that is so beside the point, Wedge Antilles!”

“It was an accident!”

“What was an accident?” Corran asked, still behind on the prior conversation.

Mirax was practically apoplectic. “They- we- they watched our holo we made a few days ago!”

“We didn’t watch it,” Iella countered, still calm and controlled. “We turned it off as soon as we realized that it wasn’t something you just recorded off the ‘Net…”

Corran was frowning lightly at his wife. “You told me that you were going to erase that the next day!”

It was too much. Mirax stood silent for a moment, surrounded by Wedge, Iella, and Corran, looking irate- and then her face crumpled and her lip trembled, and she started crying. Dodging Corran, she dashed back towards their bedroom, leaving the other three standing baffled in the living room.

Iella looked pointedly at Corran for a moment, but he was confused and totally lost in whatever had just transpired between him and his wife. She turned to Wedge, who was staring blankly back at her, and then huffed in frustration and hurried off after the distraught woman.

Mirax was curled up on her bed, face buried in her hands, clearly mortified. Iella tentatively approached and bed and sat gingerly.

“Go ‘way, Corran.”

“It’s not Corran,” she informed her softly, placing a hand on the other woman’s shoulder. Mirax tensed, but did not shrug her off, which she took to be a good sign for the moment. “Don’t be embarrassed, Mirax,” she murmured quietly.

“Wedge’s embarrassed,” she shot back in a muffled voice. “Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Wedge is embarrassed that he accidentally intruded on your privacy like that,” Iella told her firmly. “And that’s what it was- an accident. Anyway- I’m not embarrassed.” Mirax actually looked up at that. “You have a loving relationship and a husband who not only went to the ends of the galaxy to find you last year, but he’s not bad-looking to boot,” she winked. Mirax gave her a watery smile. “Why shouldn’t you take advantage of that in any possible way? No one thinks any less of you for maybe… wanting a little something to remind you of him when he’s off with Rogue squadron…” her lips quirked and Mirax sighed.

“Be honest- how much of it did you really see?”

She answered immediately. “Under a minute; probably not even half of one. And we turned it off and would have put it away if you hadn’t returned home moments later.”

While she spoke, Wedge appeared in the doorway, and he nodded his agreement with Iella’s assertion. “I’m sorry, Myra. We honestly thought we were just getting something else along the lines of Thrawn and the Battle at Bilbangi,” he teased gently, and Mirax burst out laughing.

When she mastered herself, she actually scowled slightly. “I’ve never even seen those,” she confessed. “I acquired them as part of a business deal- apparently Thrawn is quite a hot commodity among dealers in such things,” she winked. “Anyway, my buyer backed out and I was stuck with them.”

Iella shuddered exaggeratedly. “The blue skin, sure, but those creepy red eyes?”

“It’s the power,” Mirax said sagely. “Power is sexy.”

“I’m a general in the New Republic Defense Force,” Wedge pointed out innocently.

“Which you complain about at every available opportunity,” Mirax shot back.

“Well I’m a Jedi,” Corran put in from the doorway.

His wife shook her head. “Are you and Wedge really going to turn this into a… lightsaber comparison? Figuratively speaking, of course.”

“Wedge is bigger.” Six eyes tracked around the room to Iella who looked up and shrugged. “What? You don’t think working investigations and undercover with someone for three years ever lent itself to seeing one another change in a hurry, in close quarters?”

Corran pouted. “Well how is that fair? You can’t judge a man in haste and when he’s not even… you know.”

Iella settled herself on the bed back against the pillows and leaned conspiratorially over to Mirax, who was giggling under her breath. “The way I see things, there’s only one way to solve this: boys- strip.”

“Haha,” Wedge drawled.

“Okay- fine,” Iella said simply and, with no warning whatsoever, leaned over, wrapped an arm around Mirax, and kissed her full on the mouth.

The recipient of the unexpected kiss made a startled exclamation that was muffled by the lips over her own; Corran and Wedge exchanged one look and goggled at the two women; Iella slid her other arm around Mirax and bit her lower lip playfully before pulling back, meeting the other’s dark eyes evenly.

“What the kriff was that?” Corran demanded of his longtime friend and partner who had just very sensually kissed his wife.

She shrugged. “Seeing- even only briefly- the kind of relationship the two of you have, the fun sexuality and physical intimacy… well, I think Wedge can vouch for the fact that it brought back some aspects of myself that have been forgotten for entirely too long. In short,” she turned from Corran back to Mirax, “it was hot.”

“So was that,” Mirax admitted sheepishly.

“Yeah, but…” Corran looked to Wedge for help, but the older man was still staring in utter bafflement at the two women on the bed. “That doesn’t mean you can just…”

“You two can play too,” Mirax murmured softly, blinking up at Corran through long lashes. When he hadn’t yet formulated a coherent response after a few moments, she steeled herself and leaned back into the other woman, kissing her more deeply than before, their tongues darting out to explore and taste each other fully.

Corran didn’t need the Force to know that Wedge was painfully affected by this unusual turn of circumstances; he definitely didn’t need the Force to determine that his own body was betraying his shocked words to his wife and did, in fact, find the image of her making out with Iella Wessiri to be quite… arousing.

Wedge forcibly averted his gaze and looked determinedly at Corran instead, whose green eyes had gone wide and glassy. “Are they allowed to do that? I mean- is that really fair?”

“Definitely not.” He swallowed. “What do you think- solidarity to the end? We can go drink our sorrows at having to turn them down in the tapcaf down the street?”

He took a deep breath. “That’s probably for the best. After all- a commander engaging in any sort of intimacy with the wife of someone under his command… I could- and should- get sacked for even looking at Mirax wrong.”

“You are a credit to us all, General Antilles,” Corran saluted him gravely. “The New Republic is lucky to have a man like- ugh…”

Wedge made the mistake of turning and following Corran’s gaze in time to see Mirax relieve Iella of her night shirt and slide a hand up the other woman’s body to cup one full breast, fingers gently pinching at the dark, pert nipple. “Then again…”

“Yes?” Corran’s words emerged painfully.

“You know what they say- ‘What happens on Corellia…’”

“’Stays on Corellia’,” Corran finished with him. “Oh, thank the Force.”

Some measure of time later- Wedge estimated it to be approximately an eighth of a standard second- the two of them were on the bed, Corran pulling Mirax to him and Wedge doing the same for Iella, who practically purred at his touch. “What happened,” he asked as he ravaged her throat, “to ‘in your dreams’?”

“It’s a dream-come-true, I guess,” she gasped and then moaned as his fingers dipped beneath the waist of her shorts and brushed against her wet center, the pad of his thumb already rubbing painfully slowly against her clit. Granted, the ache of her desire was probably nothing to the constricting ache of his impossibly hard erection in his sleep shorts.

Almost as though reading his mind, Iella wrenched her mouth away from his and pulled his shorts just low enough to free his cock. Her warm hand wrapped around it and he groaned and lay back against the bed, lost in a haze of sinful pleasure when, moments later, her hot and wet mouth engulfed him.

On the other side of the bed that was fortunately large, Corran was slowly divesting Mirax of her clothing, lavishing her body with caresses and kisses as he uncovered more and more skin. “You’re so incredibly sexy,” he reaffirmed for her, murmuring lowly in her ear, making shivers run up her back as he traced random patterns against her soft skin. “Married for five years and you still surprise me every day.”

She smiled lovingly up at him. “Then you aren’t mad about the holo?”

“Mad?” he choked out. “I’d have suggested we make one years ago if I’d known it would result in you and Iella- ow.”

“This is a… ohhh yesss… one time thing, you realize?” she murmured in between gasps as he kissed his way from her throat down to her chest. “After today, Iella Wessiri is just your former CorSec partner again.”

Corran looked thoughtfully up from where he had a substantial quantity of her left breast in his mouth. “Then what is she today?” he asked in a mumbling voice, making her giggle with the tickling vibrations before he swirled his tongue around the tip of her nipple and bit it lightly.

“I’m your former CorSec partner who just made out with your wife,” Iella answered succinctly from the other side of the bed, even as her hand continued stroking Wedge’s length. “I suppose that does raise the rather important question of ground rules.” She looked pointedly around them all; Corran was the only one in a still-decent state of dress, and he was only in a pair of grey sweatpants that were quite impressively bulged. “This is fun and all for myself and Wedge, but you two are married and…” she shrugged. “We wouldn’t want to do anything in the heat of the moment that someone is going to regret later.”

Mirax sighed lightly and, with effort, pushed Corran off of her so she could concentrate enough to answer her friend. “I think we’re a little past the point of… normal decorum. Anyway, we’re friends, we’re all adults, we’re open-minded people, and we’re… exploring new avenues of intimacy, right? Hell, some people actually swap spouses and girlfriends… we’re just… sharing.”

“For a day,” Wedge emphasized in a strangled voice as Iella continued working him. “And afterwards, it stays here.”

Corran nodded sagely. “Because what happens on Corellia…”

“Stays on Corellia,” they all finished for him. “Any second thoughts?” Iella asked around challengingly. Mirax was a little pink-faced, but no one said anything. “Alright- let’s share then.” She smiled wickedly. “But not, I imagine, in the way you’re thinking. Mirax,” she ordered the other woman, “front and center.”

Looking mildly confused, Corran shifted and allowed Mirax to roll into the middle of the bed. Iella, a predatory look on her face, crawled over to her and straddled her. Wedge and Corran exchanged an uncomfortable look. “Uh, ‘ella,” Corran said, “Wedge and I are, you know, comrades-in-arms, battle buddies and all, but I wouldn’t hold your breath if you’re expecting us to start making out…”

“Don’t be silly,” Iella murmured, nuzzling against Mirax’s throat as she crawled lower and lower down her body. “I’m not expecting that at all. Poor Myra here has felt horribly embarrassed today and the three of us,” she ran her fingers along the edge of Mirax’s last remaining article of clothing, her underwear, “are going to make her feel better about that.”

And she began to slowly shimmy that last garment down Mirax’s legs, the dark-haired woman lifting her body slightly to assist in the effort, even as Corran and Wedge looked on wide-eyed again. Starting out of his stupor, Corran hurried up to his wife’s side where he could kiss her slowly and sensually, even as Iella tossed away the piece of cloth and gently touched Mirax in her achingly wet center, running a hand slowly along her thigh while two fingers dipped barely inside her, making her whimper and writhe and gasp into her husband’s mouth.

Wedge approached more hesitantly, still trying to shuck off the insistent voice of Fleet protocol telling him precisely which articles of the uniform conduct code he was breaking by even being in the room; not to mention the further three that would be broken the moment he laid a finger on Mirax.

As Iella lowered her body though, and began tracing her tongue teasingly along her outer folds, even as a finger slid deep inside her, Wedge decided that the code of conduct could shove it. But he wasn’t quite ready to join in the rest of the party yet.

Carefully climbing back up onto the bed, he knelt behind Iella who was, understandably, distracted. Reaching a hand out slowly, he touched the sensitive flesh of her sides and she jerked, startled, making Mirax gasp as well. Wedge smirked and reached around to fondle her breasts even as Iella resumed her careful work of driving Mirax higher and wilder with her hands and mouth. “You two don’t play nicely,” he growled lowly, sliding his hand down to dip inside the waistband of her shorts once more, “why should I?”

He emphasized his question by just barely teasing her opening and then withdrawing his hand. Placing open-mouthed kisses all down her back and making her shiver, Wedge slowly and tantalizingly slid Iella’s shorts as far down her legs as he could while she was kneeling on the bed and tonguing her best friend’s wife. He ran his hand lightly across her ass and gave it a gentle slap, making her gasp, before thrusting two fingers deep inside her incredibly wet tightness.

She shook and ceased her ministrations for a moment while she recovered from the surprise of the attack, even as her body, acting of its own accord, ground herself down against Wedge’s hand as his fingers curled and twisted inside her. “Wedge,” she gasped, “you… oh!... aren’t playing… by the… rules!”

“Once a Rogue, always a Rogue,” Corran nodded sagely before Mirax seized him around the neck and pulled him back down to kiss her.

“No squadron talk,” she reprimanded when she released him, and then squealed when her husband pinched her nipple lightly and began nibbling at her neck.

Surrendering to the trend, Wedge reluctantly withdrew his hand and crawled around Iella so he was on Mirax’s left side, Corran on her right, and he carefully stroked her belly, hand running lightly over her ribs to barely caress the side of her breast.

Assaulted on three sides at once, Mirax never stood a chance. Even as Wedge explored her body and Iella continued to use her hands and mouth to bring her closer and closer, Corran kissed her slowly and methodically, cupping her face as his tongue delved deeply into her mouth. And when his spare hand slid slowly down to massage one breast at the same moment that Wedge’s mouth descended on the other one, sucking lightly and pulling gently at her peaked nipple with his teeth… she lost it.

Iella slowed her pace but continued to drag her tongue torturously slowly over Mirax’s clit as she shook and cried out, the sound muffled by Corran’s mouth. Her hands came up, her right resting atop Corran’s over her breast and her left sliding through Wedge’s mussed hair, and her climax seemed to stretch on far longer than was normal- which, Wedge supposed, was wholly likely given the overload of sensation that had caused her orgasm in the first place.

Gradually, they all stopped their ministrations and relaxed, waiting for Mirax’s breathing to steady and for her body to calm down once more. Iella then climbed slyly up to straddle her once more, pressing her body lengthwise against Mirax as she leaned down close by her ear. “Feel better?” she purred in a sultry voice that made Wedge bite his lip to stop the groan as, if possible, his cock grew ever harder.

“Uh-huh,” Mirax whimpered.

“Good,” Iella nuzzled at her neck before sitting more upright, capturing her lips in a quick but deep kiss before pulling away and murmuring against her ear, “Your pussy tastes sweet.”

It was too much for Wedge. “That’s it,” he growled, seizing Iella about the waist and- much to the surprise of everyone else in the room- pushing her the other way off Mirax, towards Corran. “Iella Wessiri, you are an instigator of all manner of debauchery and naughtiness and, as such, are to be taught a lesson you won’t forget.”

She raised a brow with mocking skepticism. “Oh? And what? You don’t think you can handle me? You think Corran has to teach it to me?” She glanced pointedly down at where Corran had caught her as she tumbled off of Mirax.

Wedge’s grin turned positively feral and her expression faltered slightly. “Actually,” he smirked, “I’m wondering just how much you can handle. Corran?”

“I think I’m reading you,” he nodded, tightening his grip around his best friend. “Mirax?”

She mumbled softly, still dazed from the onslaught that had brought her to such a powerful climax. “Top drawer, table behind Wedge.”

Rather than check in the indicated location, Wedge touched her cheek softly and kissed her forehead. “You need a rest?”

“Hm,” she nodded slowly. “S’ella’s fault.”

Wedge nodded sympathetically. “I know. You just relax and we’ll get back to you.” He stood and opened the top drawer of the dresser, digging quickly through some massage oils to find the bottle he needed. “Corran?”

The Jedi stood, easily lifting Iella, who made an obligatory noise of protest as she was manhandled. Crossing to the foot of the bed, Wedge slid his sleep shorts off and sat near the edge. He placed the bottle on the bed as Corran lowered his former partner down into Wedge’s arms, facing him and straddling his waist. Grinning, he reached down to quickly rub at her engorged clit, making her gasp just as she slid easily down onto his painfully hard cock, making Wedge groan at the sensation as he lay back on the bed, pulling her down with him so they were chest to chest.

She tried to move- he wouldn’t let her, using his far superior strength to pin her against him, and she made a keening noise of protest that quickly changed in pitch as Corran lightly ran a hand over her ass. Her body jerked again as she desperately tried to work herself against Wedge, but he continued to hold firm.

“Believe me,” Wedge ground out, “this is as painful for me as it is for you.”

Before she could respond, an involuntary moan slid past her lips and she pressed her forehead against Wedge’s shoulder as Corran slid two fingers partway inside her ass. Wedge loosened his grip and helped her slide slowly up and down, Corran matching the rhythm with his hand as he slowly worked to stretch and prepare her for what would come next.

She mumbled something incoherent. Wedge smiled through gritted teeth as he fought for control as her inner muscles squeezed tightly against him, trying to draw him towards his own climax far too fast. “What was that?”

“I said…oooohhh…” her mouth went slack as a third finger joined the first two, “I like your… methods of teaching lessons… General.”

“That’s good,” he murmured, pressing his lips to hers, “you think you’re ready for the hard part of the lesson?” She nodded tightly and stilled, resting torso-to-torso with Wedge again, breathing heavily. Wedge slipped a hand between their bodies and slowly massaged her clitoris, helping her relax as Corran began to slowly slide his cock through the tight opening of her ass. She moaned in part pain, part pleasure as she was slowly filled beyond anything she’d ever experienced.

When he was satisfied with his progress, Corran coaxed Iella’s body up a little so he could murmur hot against her ear. “Have you ever done this before?”

He withdrew ever so slightly and pushed further and deeper, and Wedge countered the motion by lifting her hips slightly and letting her slide back on him, her whole body seeming to shake with the overwhelming sensations. “I… not at the… same time,” she gasped, turning her head slightly as she addressed the green-eyed Jedi.

Corran responded by grabbing a handful of her hair and forcing her to look at him. “Good,” he told her lowly. “I like the novelty. Wedge? First time?”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted as he again matched a thrust from the other man. “Definitely.”

Corran gave Iella a bruising kiss and released her. She practically fell back against Wedge, but seemed to have retained enough presence of mind to move of her own volition finally, and she carefully rode Wedge in time with Corran’s steady but shallow thrusts behind her.

Wedge skimmed his hands up and down her sides as Corran reached one hand around to rub slow circles around her clit. Iella’s cries grew even more keening, and Wedge suspected there was still some pain behind them, but she seemed to be enjoying herself enough to mostly ignore it.

When she came, Wedge had to fight to hold himself back- grimacing as his cock was squeezed time and again, he closed his eyes and lay his head back against the bed. When he opened them, he remembered Mirax, who they had left tired and recovering at the head of the bed, and he turned his head to meet her eyes which had gone wide with the sight before her as the two men pinned Iella between them. Her hand though had snaked between her legs, and she seemed to be slowly recovering as her arousal heightened once more.

He swallowed heavily and fought to hold himself back. “Horn,” he grunted. Corran either had already guessed his intentions, or was reading them in the Force, because he had to say no more; the Jedi wrapped his arms around Iella, even as he was still buried deep inside her ass, and held her just long enough for Wedge to pull out of her and slide sideways on the bed. Iella came back down on her hands and knees, trembling from her orgasm, and Corran sped up the pace of his thrusts, gripping her hips with both hands.

Wedge crawled to Mirax and met her eyes, hooded with arousal and pleasure. Neither spoke, but she nodded almost imperceptibly after a fast glance over his shoulder- presumably towards her husband. He hovered over her and met her lips as she raised her head to his, kissing her fully and deeply. His tongue slid slowly against hers and she moaned into his mouth as he simultaneously slid deep inside her; she was still incredibly wet from her prior climax and- perhaps it should have bothered him, but all taboos seemed to be out the viewport today- his cock was slick with Iella’s wetness.

It was not so frenzied an emotional experience with Mirax as it had been with Iella- and within a minute, a cry from Iella and accompanying gasp from Corran drew their attention, and Wedge and Mirax ceased their motion as they watched Corran thrust erratically a few last times into Iella before he stilled, closed his eyes, and groaned; he then withdrew and grabbed the surprised woman, positioning her so they were facing the other two, and he practically fell onto the bed behind her, wrapping an arm possessively around her waist as her head fell back against his chest and she breathed raggedly.

Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Wedge pulled away from Mirax and rolled her onto her stomach, grabbing her hips and dragging her still-exhausted body to her knees- and then he slammed back into her from behind, making her shriek with the sudden force with which he took her. He released one hip and began to touch her, drawing her back to another orgasm even as he continued fucking her hard and fast.

“Wedge,” she gasped breathlessly, and he decided that a primal part of him liked hearing his name on her lips in the throes of passion.

His body covered hers as he leaned forward to murmur into her ear. “I want you to scream my name when you come for me, Myra.” His hips moved jerkily as he tried to delay his own climax, but it was getting more and more difficult to hold back. “Maybe Iella can make you come, but I bet I… can make you… come harder,” he gasped as he sped up in his frenzy, his hand mercilessly stimulating her already sensitive flesh.

When he released his hold on her left hip and reached up to stroke her breast, he could feel her start to tense; when he brushed his thumb over her nipple, he could feel her inner muscles starting to squeeze him as her body began trembling; when he pinched her nipple, just hard enough to sting, she screamed, “Wedge!”

He thrust home one last time and his cock pulsed and throbbed deep inside her as he surrendered to his own climax. She was gasping and practically panting beneath him as he released her, and he rolled as he fell, body spent and weary, landing by her side and drawing her back into his arms. Light bouncing sensations alerted him to the fact that Corran and Iella were returning to the head of the bed, but his eyes were already closed as he basked in his sated contentedness.

At some point in the next several minutes, Mirax slid out from under his grasp, and another body- slightly taller and slimmer- pressed up against him so he drew his arms around that one instead.

And the four of them slept.

X---X---X---X

The all-too-noticeable sensation of someone trying to extract themselves from the bed without alerting the others woke Wedge, and he cracked open a lid to see Corran drawing on a robe and yawning. He noticed Wedge’s attention and shrugged, glancing pointedly down towards Mirax and Iella. Wedge craned his neck to look overtop Iella’s head.

The two women were facing one another, foreheads nearly touching, and each had a hand resting on the other’s hip; Mirax’s hand lay just centimeters below where Wedge’s lay on Iella’s waist. He grinned. “I think they may have taken their friendship to a whole new level,” he murmured drily.

Iella stirred. “I’m ‘wake,” she mumbled, turning around and burrowing into the warmth of Wedge’s chest. The sudden departure of both sources of warmth spurred Mirax into wakefulness as well, and she glared blearily at Corran, who immediately returned to the bed and let her curl up in his arms.

They were silent for a long minute, until Wedge finally said, “So, Myra… about that caf you made…”

She giggled and everyone relaxed again. “What time is it, anyway?”

“Just past eleven hundred,” Corran answered. “I think we slept another two hours.”

It was quiet again until Iella rolled onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows, meeting each of their glances in turn. “So…” she eyed them challengingly. “Any regrets?”

Corran shook his head and shrugged. Wedge murmured a negative and kissed her cheek. All eyes turned to Mirax, who bit her lip and looked torn. “Mirax?” Iella asked softly.

“I- just one regret,” she confessed quietly. Wedge’s heart sank. She drew a deep breath…

“We didn’t get any of that on holocam.”

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