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Beskar Nights	By : WhisperedWishes Category: Star Wars (All) > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"He's back."
Those two words freeze her in place and she shakily looks up into Paz's visor and he nods.
"His ship docked yesterday."
"Is he okay?"
Paz shrugged, "Don't know. We...we had a disagreement."
She gives a long-suffering sigh, "What was it this time?"
"An issue of Mandalorian custom, nothing for you to worry about."
She places her hands on her hips, glaring up at him and he chuckles, gripping her chin. He leans down over her to gently press his helmet to her forehead.
"So fearless, little mouse. Go...see to our third. "
She smiles softly, tracing the divots of his breastplate and he growls playfully, pushing her away.
"Go. I'll have my fill of you tonight."
It didn't take her long to find his ship, punching the code for the ramp and waiting rather impatiently for it to lower. It creaked and groaned, making her roll her eyes.
He needed a new ship...or at the least a complete overhaul on the poor thing.
She climbed up to the cockpit and stood there, breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of his hands flicking switches and pressing buttons. He was safe...unhurt and still breathing.
That made her angry. If he hadn't been hurt...why didn't he come to her? She had missed him terribly. She had thought the worst, leaving Paz to deal with her being distraught and much too clingy.
'Don't worry, your pretty little face. He's of the Watch, Mira. It would take a small army to kill him.' She supposed he was trying to reassure her in his own way. Her face heated up as she remembered the other ways he had reassured her. His hands leaving a burning trail of fire across her flesh.
"Why didn't you tell me you were back?"
His hand stilled midair and she continued, "I had to find out from Paz that you were back. Paz! I was worried sick about you, Din!"
"I had important things to take care of."
"Oh and assuring your lover that you weren't dead wasn't important too?"
When he spun the seat around to face her, it was as if all the air in her lungs just vanished and she could barely breathe.
He tilted his visor in confusion, "Mira?"
"You have new armor."
He looked down at himself and nodded. "My old armor got destroyed. What do you think?"
Maker, what did she think? Her pulse was jumping and the sudden painful ache of heat between her legs made it all too clear what she thought. The armor was all a shining silver...no longer mismatched and it fit him perfectly, accentuating his slim hips and broad shoulders...he looked good...damn good.
She took in a deep breath, letting it out in a rush, reaching a hand out tentatively, fingers brushing over his breastplate almost reverently.
"You...I like it. It...you look good."
"Really?"
Mira's hands tenderly gripped his helmet and she leaned forward, pressing a kiss over his visor. He groaned.
"I've missed you, Din."
His hands settled on her hips, squeezing gently and she gasps.
"I've missed you too, mesh'la." His voice dropped low, the gravely tone sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core as his thumbs worked circles into her flesh through the fabric of her skirt.
She wobbled when his hands slid down her backside, grabbing her ass roughly, pulling a squeak from her throat as he pulled her closer his thighs falling open to either side of her. His hands tugged at his belt, letting it drape from his chair as he worked at his pants. Her own hands tore at her belt, undoing it, letting the fabric of her skirt slide down her legs to pool at her feet.
He chuckled, one gloved hand drifting between her legs to stroke at her folds while his other one fisted around his cock. "You walked the whole way to my ship with no panties on, Mira?"
She bits her lip, whining softly, "Din, please..."
He groans, a hoarse sounding whimper at her begging. "All of it off. Now. I want to see all of you bare, mesh'la."
Mira grabbed the hem of her tunic and yanked it up over her head and his hands were immediately smoothing over her ribs, cupping her breasts.
"Fuck, no bra too. You really want me to fuck you here? To have you in my lap, Mira? Bouncing on my cock?"
She whimpered as his grip tightened on her breasts. "Maker, Din..."
"Cetar, Mira. Show me how much you want it."
She sunk to her knees in between his legs, hands massaging his thighs as they slowly inched up, stopping to dig her thumbs into his hips and he jerked up with a growl. She slid her hand over, wrapping around his cock and he hissed, hands nearly breaking the armrests.
"Fuck!"
She leaned forward and licked a strip from the base to the tip...once, twice...three times before he growled at her and she took him completely into her mouth.
His helmet fell back with a muffled thud against his chair, his hands weaving into her hair, guiding her down over him.
She hummed around his length before sucking hard, ripping a ragged groan from him and he reacted pushing her down onto him as he bucked up into her. Mira ripped away with a slight gag and he shakily mumbled in reply.
"You okay?"
She didn't even speak, quickly wrapping her lips back around him, swirling her tongue around the tip before she took him completely into her mouth and gasping, he bucked into her.
She was going to kill him. That was the only thing he could think of as she slowly slid her lips off his cock before taking him in again just as slow. It was torture this languid pace that she set but fuck if the sight of himself disappearing into the warmth of her mouth wasn't nearly sending him off the edge already.
"Fuck Mira! Your mouth....maker, I'm going to..."
Her fingers dig into his thighs hard and a guttural growling groan cuts in and out from his helmet as he holds her down onto him and he cums, nearly choking her as his seed floods her throat.
She barely manages to contain it before sliding off him with a wet pop, some of it dripping down on her breasts.
He chuckles, leaning forward a bit to rub it into her pale flesh.
"You look so damned indecent like this Mira but I'd rather have cum deep inside your pretty little cunt...made your belly swell from it."
His hand drifted down to her stomach and pressed gently.
"Would you like that Mira? For me to cum again and again until your full? Until I'm dripping from you for hours?"
Her fingers dug in painfully hard, "maker Din..."
His hand tugged her up standing before both slid back around to her ass, digging in hard to pull her flush against his breastplate. The sudden contact of cold beskar against her heated flesh made her yelp but then he was nuzzling his helmet into her and she slid her arms around him, pressing a kiss to the cheek.
"Legs on each side, mesh'la. Sit on my lap, baby."
She looped one leg over than the next and he pushed her ass down against him, grinding up into her and she bucked in reply, giving a cry of frustration as her core clenched around nothing.
"Udesiir. Haalur."
'Calm down. Breathe.'
She softly panted as her hand snaked down to wrap around him tightly. "Gedet'ye, cyar'ika."
'Please, darling.'
His voice cracked hoarsely, "Fuck." He watched between them as her hand guided him to her opening, panting just as hard. He wanted this...no needed this, they both did. He knew what had happened between her and Paz and how he had described that night, how her needy voice had been screaming for him. How her flesh had looked with all those red marks. He wanted that, to hear her scream his name, not Paz's. His.
Din.
His hand tore hers away from his length and bucked up into her at the same time pulling her down. He plunged into her roughly and she squeaked, moaning sharply when he slammed up into her again. Her eyes drooped and caught sight of something reflecting back in his vambrace, when she focused...she could see herself in the reflective surface of Din's new armor. Fire shot through her veins, igniting her nerve endings. Her breasts were bouncing and she could see his hands gripping her hips. She looked up and then one particularly brutal thrust she looked back down at his arms and cried out when she could see the reflection of his cock disappearing into her.
"That's it, mesh'la. You like this?"
"I...I can see you, D-Din." His helmet tilted in confusion until she gripped his wrist and turned the vambrace until he could see it too.
A bolt of white-hot hunger crashed through him as he thrusted again, murmuring lewdly when he saw himself slip into her folds.
"Fuck! That's what's causing you to be so loud?"
"Mmm-hmm."
He growled harshly, clutching her close as he slid off the chair, laying her back on the floor and plunging into her once again. Din was hammering into her at a brutal pace leaving her reduced to sharp cries and whimpering moans. Her hands found their way into his collar and dug her nails into his neck. He grunted as the feeling sent a sharp jolt straight down his spine, making his cock twitch inside her.
"Gar aalar bid jate rud ni, Mira."
She arched up into him as he continued his brutal rhythm, pressing his helmet into her neck and whispering the Mand'oa in a low, sultry tone. She didn't know what it meant but the way he said it as he continued claiming her body had only made her all the more turned on.
"Gedet'ye, Gedet'ye Din!"
He ripped away from her, smacking her hip hard, "Turn the fuck over."
Mira shifted onto her side, then to lay on her front and as soon as her ass was in front of him, he pounced. His fingers dug into the meat of her ass, sliding around to grip painfully hard, pulling her back into his next thrust. He bottomed out and she keened loudly.
"Maker how are you so fucking tight? We're going to have to stretch you out, Mira. How would you like that...both of us filling you up? Your sweet little pussy stuffed full with both our cocks? Just imagine it, both of our seed making you swell."
Her head dropped forward as she clenched tightly around him, moaning brokenly at the thought of both him and Paz filling her at the same time. She imagined how full she would be, stretched out over both their cocks and she moaned again.
He lifted one hand, tangling it in her hair and yanking her head back.
"No, I want to clearly hear every single sound that comes out of you as I fuck you. "
He pulled her hair again, bottoming out again inside her and she screamed then, ripping a gutturally vocoded groan from him.
"Fuck! Arch your back again, Mira!"
She did as he asked and he shouted hoarsely as she clenched tighter around him and his control snapped, roughly, brutally claiming her pussy.
"Gar cuyir Pal'vut! Mine!"
The pressure between her legs was almost being unbearable but a hand snaking down to stroke at her clit had her sobbing in relief.
"Please, Din, please?"
"Cum for me, Mira. Coat my cock with it, baby."
"Din! DIN!"
Her voice broke and her body trembled with one last stroke to her clit, the cold metal of his helmet pressing into her back clashing tumultuously with her much too hot skin. She tumbled off the ledge, pleasure seizing her twitching limbs.
He yelled back in reply, his cock twitching violently as he thrusted one last time and held himself there as his own release was ripped from him, feeling her core pulsing around him.
"Fu-ck!"
He stayed like that for a few minutes, helmet nuzzling into her back...panting heavily, voice raspy and breathless.
Din pulled himself free with a groan, slumping back against his chair, moaning again when he saw the aftermath drip down her thighs. He hadn't planned on getting so rough with her but when she started to plead with him...to beg him in Mand'oa? He couldn't stop himself. Right now all he wanted to do was keep her ass in the air as he pushed the seed back into her. He wanted to see her full and swollen. But that was for another time...hopefully.
"Mira?" He tucked himself back into his pants, shakily lifting his hips to fasten them back up.
"Hmm?"
"Are you okay?"
She turned onto her side, facing him and smiled softly. "I'm fine, Din. A little sore, but fine."
"Come here." He lifted an arm and she crawled over to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her as she snuggled into his side.
"I missed you so much, Din. I was so worried."
"I'm sorry, mesh'la."
There was so much more he wanted to say, especially now looking down at her soft, bare flesh pressed against his armor. He wanted to explain how much she meant to him, to both him and Paz but he found he couldn't. So he just held her, breathing in her scent, memorizing it along with the feel of her in his arms, how she sounded screaming his name. How she looked at him with such care and concern and love in her eyes.
He chuckled when he heard the soft sounds of her sleeping. He would have to move her soon or her back would hurt from the odd angle she was in, but he didn't want to ruin this moment between them...this moment of quiet comfort with her that he had come to relish. A moment that he would commit to memory forever. His chest ached watching her and he quietly slipped his helmet from his head. It was forbidden what he was doing but he wanted to see her with his own eyes, to feel her hair against his face...feel her skin with his lips.
When he spoke it was barely a whisper, his hand smoothing her hair back from her face and pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before resting his cheek against her head.
"Forgive me, Mira but I have to do something."
Din looked over, a pang of guilt tearing through him as his eyes landed on the tiny round object sitting so still on the console. It was such a small thing but he wouldn't feel right leaving the kid there...in their hands.
He owed the kid his life.
He had to make it right.
He would make it right.
'And I might not come back.'
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