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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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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
Relief and concern flooded her when she saw him walking with Karga. It had been another month since she had seen him last and now…his ship was no where to be seen.
“Din!”
Both Din and Boba turn their eyes on the woman running at them and Boba watched as she jumped at Din who wrapped his arms tightly around her.
Fett tilted his head curiously at the sight.
“Mira! Are you a sight for sore eyes!”
She stepped back and looked him up and down, “Are you okay? How long are you back for?”
“Not for long, I’m afraid. The kid’s been taken, Mira. I’ve got to get him back.”
“What happened? And who's this?"
She turned her head to the other male in armor just behind him, confused by the faded green and red paint.
It was older armor that much she could tell but she didn't recognize him.
“Just a helping hand.”
She shivered, his voice was gravely but smooth. It made her thighs twitch. He tilted his head, just staring at her before jerking his helmet at Din.
“You his woman?”
Din gently placed a hand on her shoulder and turned to him. “She’s not my property, Fett.”
Fett. She had only heard of one man that had that last name. Boba Fett. She gasped quietly as the realization startled her but it sure didn’t explain how her core quivered violently.
The way he stood commanded attention and the submissive nature in her wanted to kneel at his feet. Her stomach flipped at the direction her thoughts were going and she looked away sharply, shaking her head.
Din brushed her cheek, “You okay?”
She nodded, smiling softly at him, “Of course I am. Now have you eaten? An actual meal? And a ration pack doesn’t count! That goes for you too, big guy.”
He chuckled, “You're a feisty little thing, aren’t you princess?”
That made her core clench violently. Neither Din nor Paz called her that…choosing either ‘little mouse’, ‘mesh’la’, or ‘good girl’. She breathed softly as the heat flooded into her veins…what would it sound like? Him calling her ‘princess’ while he had her pinned down? Or better yet, whispering ’good girl’ in her ear in that gravely tone of his? She bit her lip. What was wrong with her?
Din shifted from foot to foot, he knew that faraway look in her eyes. He looked over at Fett and noticed how he shifted his stance, he had taken a step closer to her. He frowned.
This could be a problem.
Paz wasn't even here.
But knowing Paz, he would probably let Fett have her. But only if she agreed. He knew Paz was just as possessive of Mira as he was. But the thought of Mira being so completely ruined by another man that wasn’t him or Paz? Maker, that thought made his cock twitch.
“Mira, you still have your comms unit right?”
She was startled out of her thoughts and she nodded, giving a side glance to Fett, before motioning him after her.
Boba studied the woman...Mira…carefully. She was small and curvaceous and soft looking. His hands itched to find out just how soft. Her smile was sweet and innocent yet she was feisty. His cock twitched. Well that was a problem. She was Din’s woman...that meant she was off limits. It still didn’t stop his gaze from lingering on the curve of her ass as she walked in front of them.
He licked his lips.
What would she be like, he wondered? What type of woman would catch Din's eye? The soft, pliant type from the looks of it but just how pliant…did she submit herself to his touch every chance she got or did he have to work at her body, seducing her slowly and thoroughly. Would she be quiet? Voice hitching with soft sighs or would she scream, nails raking down the back as she came.
Fuck. He shifted, trying to sneakily adjust his hardening cock. He was intrigued by this woman. She was gentle and kind, concerned, hell she even turned her worried gaze on him and she didn’t even know him. He was going to have to ask Mando just what type of agreement he had with the woman because he wasn’t going to be satisfied with another at least until he had a taste of that pretty little thing.
“Here’s my house. Please come in. I’m sorry about the mess but I’ve been helping a lot of the families that lost their homes during the Imperial raid.”
Boba nodded in approval, so she was a bleeding heart just like Mando. So there’s the why he was with her, now what else could he find out?
Din rubbed her back, “You still need to take care of yourself too. Don’t forget that. Now, have you spoken to Paz lately?”
She nodded, “Just yesterday. The-” She shocked still as the man lifted his helmet from his head.
Her gaze quickly snapped to Din and he nodded.
“Its okay. He’s not of the watch so he can remove his helmet.”
She nodded then studied him, gasping softly at the scars littered over his head and face. She swallowed hard as she locked eyes with deep brown, her gaze dipped down to his lips before flicking back up to his eyes. They narrowed at her as they flicked down her frame, stopping at her cleavage before slowly dragging back up to stop on her lips.
She shivered, suddenly feeling much too hot under his gaze.
“How’s the covert doing?” Din interjected, glancing at Fett under his helmet.
Mira smiled softly, turning to face him. “The covert is doing well. The Armorer was pleased with the new location.”
“What’s Paz doing?”
“He’s making sure the security is up to snuff and then he’s going to come visit for a few days. It might take another week for that.”
Fett wasn't one to be shy about things and spoke up.
“I thought you were his woman?”
That caught her off guard and she blushed heavily. That made his cock twitch again. Damn. He wanted to see just how far that blush went.
“I-I am.”
“Paz and I have a standing agreement with Mira. We…take turns and sometimes we share.”
That stunned Boba and he was suddenly seeing her in a new light. She was shared between two men…did that mean she would take any other man into her bed?
He chuckled lowly, “So not so innocent after all.”
Her eyes widened and she quickly looked away, wringing her hands together. That unexpected chuckle sent a jolt of heat straight to her core and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning openly.
Maker, what this man’s voice was doing to her…and she foolishly wanted more.
“So, food?”
Din nodded and she retreated into her kitchen leaving Din with Fett and he faced the older man with a sigh.
"Answer me truthfully, Fett...Do you want her?"
“What?”
“I didn’t stutter.”
"She wants you...that much I can tell. She usually only this flustered when both Paz and I are here."
“Why?”
“Its her decision. We may be...demanding of her at times but she always has the last say. Its just been Paz and I, no one else has caught her attention so completely until you.”
“Have you both had her at the same time?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck. Is she loud?”
“You do want her?”
“She's...a soft, sweet little thing.”
“Now, it's her choice but I will run it past Paz as well. Then, only then will we approach her with it.”
“So this Paz is the...leader of your little group?”
“He has a more dominant personality and she defers to him more than me.”
“Submissive too? Fuck.”
She was breathing heavily, leaning back against the wall as their words reeling through her mind. He wanted her…wanted to fuck her. She moaned softly, secretly hoping that Paz would agree because she already knew her answer. Her hand slipped under her waistband, sliding down between her legs and she moaned at how wet she already was. This was naughty and she knew if Paz were here, he would punish her. Her core quivered at a rather delicious thought...would Boba be just as dominant? Would he punish her too? And how?
'Feisty little thing, aren't you princess?'
That voice...and the way his eyes openly traced down her body as if undressing her slowly. She bit back another moan, her fingers working furiously at her folds. Maker, she was turning out to be such a deviant…wanting another man, a complete stranger to fuck her. She teased at her own opening, muffling her soft moans with her other hand.
Her muscles tensed as she rubbed her clit harder, thinking of his lips on her skin, his breath hot in her ear as he chuckled yet again, 'Not so innocent after all.'
Her orgasm hit suddenly and she bit down on her hand, a soft cry catching in her throat.
"Maker."
She turned back to her kitchen and sighed heavily when her stomach growled. She really did need to make some food. Maker knows Din would have just been existing on ration packs and Fett…well she didn’t know what he liked so she would just make what she normally made for Din and Paz.
Mira busied herself, trying to ignore her wobbly legs and pushing the naughty thoughts from her mind to focus on the cooking meat. It wouldn't do to burn dinner.
/ - / - / - /
Paz fizzled into frame and crossed his arms, tilting his head down at Din.
“So you’re still alive?”
“Paz.”
“How is little mouse?”
“Good. She’s cooking right now.”
“And she’s probably berating you for just eating rations again.”
“Of course, but nothing’s better than her cooking.”
“Why are you really calling, runt?”
“Watch it. I can still take you.”
“I bet you could.”
Paz’s teasing tone stilled Din and he growled. “Enough. I have something to bring to your attention.”
“Oh?”
“Fett.”
The older man stepped forward, his helmet held in his hands. Paz dropped his arms furiously.
“He is not of the watch. What is he doing there?”
Fett chuckled, “Don’t worry. I’m not here to hurt anyone. I owe him a debt and have yet to repay it.”
“That still doesn’t explain what you’re doing in Mira’s house.”
“She offered dinner...who am I to turn down a home-cooked meal especially from a pretty little thing like her.”
Paz chuckled, "I had a feeling this would happen sooner or later."
The larger man was silent for a moment, seemingly mulling it over before he lifted a finger.
“Three conditions. First, she has a safeword, Tok’kad. If she uses it, you are to stop immediately.”
Boba nodded.
“Second, if you leave marks, make sure they don’t last more than a day.
"And the third condition?"
"Din records the whole thing."
Fett arched a brow, chuckling at the last one. "Oh don't worry, I don't mind giving a show. Might teach you two a thing or two in the process."
"I doubt it."
"I can guarantee that she'll enjoy my cock."
“Do you agree to the terms?”
“I agree. If she wants him to join?”
“No.”
“Paz…” Din warned.
“Not even if she's begging. You are to only watch. You are not to touch her tonight.”
"Fucking cuckold? Again?"
Paz leveled his visor at Fett. “One last thing, your name?”
“Boba Fett.”
Paz stilled a moment…he had heard that name before but he shook it off. His only concern was for Mira. “Mira is…special. Treat her as such. And Din, remember…I want everything recorded. Every single sound and arch of her back and I want to see her dripping afterwards.”
“Agreed.”
“Vizla out.”
Then his holo was gone and Boba grinned, turning to Din. “So…after dinner then?”
“Paz may have said yes but Mira still needs to agree."
"Leave that to me."
" you wont force her to agree, will you?"
"I'm not a monster, kid. I wont take a woman against her will. If she says no, then she says no."
"And if she says yes?"
"Then you better get that holo recorder ready. If he wants a show, he'll get one. Make sure the recorder has at least a few hours charge...three at the most because I intend to take my time."
"Fuck."
She finished setting the plates on the table when they walked in, both men immediately noticed that she had changed skirts. Boba inwardly grinned. He had a feeling he already knew why.
He sniffed the air and his stomach growled. "Smells good."
Din chuckled, "of course it does. She's a great cook."
She blushes, tucking her bangs behind an ear and Boba bites back a groan, moving his helmet in front of him.
"Din, I put your plate in the other room."
He leans in and nuzzles her with his helmet. "Thank you, mesh'la but I'll eat later. Fett?"
"I can eat."
She stumbles to speak at his teasing tone, "I didn't know what you liked so I just made what I usually make for Din."
"I'm not one to complain when I'm offered a meal."
She waved to the table before taking her usual seat. "Sit wherever."
"I think right here will be good."
He grins at her, his seat rather close to hers as Din sits down across from them.
Then he tucking into his food, not before sending a wink in her direction and heat punches low in her belly and she quickly looks down at her plate. She's picking at her veggies, barely touching her krayt meat and he sighs.
"Eat, princess. I'm not going to bite...not unless you want me to."
Her head snaps up. Did she just hear him correctly? He's chewing his food but the amusement shining in his eyes confirmed that her ears had heard him right. Her hand is shaking now as she brings a veggie to her mouth, nearly dropping it when a hand drops onto her knee.
She glances at him from the corner of her eye and he's still eating, but then the hand is squeezing her knee gently, sliding up to rub circles into her thigh.
"A-are you..."
"You should really be eating."
"Your hand?"
"Do you want me to stop?"
She swallowed hard. Did she want him to stop? His hand was hot through the fabric of her skirt and she reached for her water, taking a gulp to steady her nerves. Then she sends a searching look to Din.
"Din?"
"Its okay." She breathes a sigh of relief.
Then she shook her head.
His hand gripped her leg tightly, "What was that, princess? I couldn't hear you."
"N-no."
"No?"
"Don't stop."
"I thought so." Then his hand is sliding up her leg until his fingers are so close to her core that she shivers. The pressure was building yet again and he's only touched her thigh.
"Eat, princess."
"I-I don't think I can."
He stops eating, leveling a curious look at her and she bits her lip, looking down at her plate, unable to meet his gaze. Then his hand is in her view, spearing one of her veggies and lifting it to her lips.
"Eat."
She moves forward quickly but his hand tightens again on her thigh and she stops.
"Slowly. Use your tongue. Taste it."
He's suddenly moving his hand into her lap further, lightly brushing against her and she gasps.
"Eat." He brushed the veggie across her lips and she licks them, before opening her mouth, her tongue licking gently at the root vegetable he was offering her and he groans.
"Good girl. Now wrap your lips around it."
Maker, he was treating the vegetable like it was a...her face flushed from the realization.
Boba just grinned, "Come on now, be a good little princess and eat your vegetables."
She closed her mouth around it and he murmured lowly, "Easy there, not too hard....gently use your teeth to just slide it into your mouth."
Her teeth lightly scraped against the fork as he pulled it free with another groan.
Din moans low, his cock twitching at the sight. "Fuck."
"Now swallow it."
She made a noise in the back of her throat as she did and Boba's hand grips tight, fingers nudging against her harder and she jerks into his touch.
"Damn, baby girl. You make eating look so damn indecent. Doesn't she?"
"Yes...fuck yes."
"Din, what's going on?"
"Do you want him, mesh'la? And don't lie. I've seen the way you've been looking at him."
"But...Paz?"
"Paz has left the final say to you. If you say no, then he won't pursue this further. Also if you say yes, you can use your safeword at any time."
Boba leaned close, lips brushing her ear and his breath is hot on her face. "What do you say, princess? You want me to touch you? Seeing as you've changed this skirt of yours, I'd say you've already been doing that. Tell me...were you thinking of me when you had your fingers buried in that pussy of yours?"
She sputtered, shaking her head and he nips her ear and she moans.
"You're lying, Mira."
Dear god, his voice dropped in pitch and it sent a bolt of electricity through her, snaking from her ear down straight to her clit and it throbbed. He was experienced in this...this slow seduction he was weaving over her and she was pushed adrift on its wave.
"I-I..."
"Tell him, Mira. Were you touching yourself?"
"Y-Yes."
"Were you thinking of him?"
She nods.
His breath again hits her cheek and she turns towards him, only inches from him now. Her eyes drop to his lips and she licks her own.
"So, princess...I'll ask you again. Do you want me to touch you? To touch every inch of your soft little body until your sobbing for my cock?"
She moans loudly then, "Yes."
His fingers touch her chin first, then they trail up her jaw and she leans into it with a breathless sound. He groans, fingers sliding into her hair and grabbing tight before pulling her close and her hands fly to press into his chest. His armor is cold against her flesh and she slips them up to his neck, lightly scratching him. His lips are brushing lightly over hers.
"Are you sure, princess?"
Her eyes are half-lidded, locking with his and she softly breathes her reply.
"Please?"
Then he's closing that gap between them and she's shocked at first but then she's melting into the kiss, eyes falling closed, sighing into his mouth. He's moving his lips, pressing again and again, until he's licking at her lips, tracing them, pulling her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it hard. She's left breathless, arching into him, softly moaning as he nudges her mouth open slowly with his tongue. He pushes further, finally dipping his tongue into her mouth, running over her teeth before brushing up across the roof of her mouth and she whimpers. He growls into her, his tongue wrapping around hers, sliding back and forth. Her nails are digging into his neck as he completely consumes her mouth.
Her brain has somehow stopped working, choosing to only focus on his mouth...his tongue stroking against hers and she can feel a fresh rush of wetness between her thighs. Maker, he knew how to kiss. She never knew a person could be kissed like that. When Paz had kissed her, she had been blindfolded and she had enjoyed it but this...this was different.
Mira opened her eyes, locking with his and she is left shaking when he pulls back from her.
He's watching her, groaning at how red and swollen her lips were. Fuck. She was soft and pliant...sweet as sin. He now knew why both men were so protective of her. She gave in so easily. Wanting to please. His cock twitched violently, painfully and he moaned.
"You're addictive, little one."
She swayed into him, "Again. Kiss me again."
He chuckled, "Liked that did you?"
She was feeling impatient so she gripped his face and kissed him hard, making him grunt in surprise before he was pulling her into his lap, kissing her just as fiercely. He broke away with a gasp.
"Needy little thing!"
His hand is gripping her ass, fingers digging in and she arches into him.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure you're well taken care of tonight. Din?"
She looks over and jerks in surprise at the recorder in Din's hands. "Din? What is that?"
"One of the conditions Paz set. The whole night is to be recorded."
"What?" She struggles in Boba's grasp until he kisses her again and she sags into him.
"Don't worry. You'll forget it soon enough."
"But..."
"This is for Paz. Don't you want to be a good girl for him?"
There it was...the two words she wanted him to say and it made her whimper.
"I knew it. You really are a submissive little slut aren't you?"
She's pressing her face into his neck, whimpering again as his hands knead her ass, pressing her into him and she can feel how hard he is, like soft steel across her stomach. His hand is yanking her head back, his lips nibbling at her throat as he rocks her into him, grinding up into her at the same time. Her legs instinctively wrap around him and she's bucking into him.
"You want to come so badly, don't you?"
"Y-yess..."
But then he's chuckling again, pushing her legs back down before pushing her back into her chair and he's leaning back into his with a sly grin.
He motions to her, "Clothes off, princess."
Mira gives him a confused look and he repeats himself. "Clothes. Now. I told you that I'd make you beg for my cock and that's exactly what I'm going to do."
Din groans, palming himself through his pants.
She stands shakily to her feet and reaches for her sash but his hand on hers stops her.
"Slowly, princess. Take your time. We have all night."
Mira tugs her sash free slowly, pulling it away from her body and letting it fall to the floor. Boba grunts in approval.
"Shirt now. Unwrap yourself like a present. A nice curvy present for daddy."
She bites back a low moan at the title he gave himself, slowly parting her shirt, her nipples pebbling in the cool air of the dining room and he outrights moans, rubbing himself at the sight.
"Fuck, yes, just like that. Let Daddy see those perfect tits."
Her shirt is fully open now, sliding off her arms and he's working himself free from his pants, growling. He's gripping himself tightly, thrusting into his fist as his eyes hungrily watch her. Her eyes widen at the sight of his cock. He's not as big as Paz but Maker, he's thicker, making her mouth water and she swallows thickly.
Panting she slowly pushes her skirt from her hips, wiggling slightly as she leans forward, her eyes still trained on his cock.
He thrusts again, moaning. "You like what you see, princess? You like this cock?"
She's nodding, letting the skirt fall revealing her panty-less state and this time its Din that moans loud.
"Fuck, no underwear again, Mira?"
"You and Paz always ruin them when you visit."
"Naughty little thing, aren't you? Come here."
He's patting his thigh with one hand, the other still wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down at a languid pace. She moves to kneel but he shakes his head, patting his thigh again.
"Sit right here on Daddy's lap. I want to take a good long look at you."
Her pulse was pounding in her head as she steps forward and he plants his thigh right between her legs gripping her hip with his free hand to pull her down onto him before sliding back to knead her ass.
She gasps at the sensation of her clit rubbing over his pant leg and she clutches at his shoulders when he begins to bounce her up and down.
He continues bouncing her, leering at her breasts as they jiggle from the motion. "There we go. Such a pretty girl on Daddy's lap. Now...what should we do first? Should I let you suck my cock? Hmm...no, that would be letting you have what you want. I can see it in your eyes, pretty thing. You want this cock down your throat until you gag. And I'm not going to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours just yet. No baby, you have to earn that."
She's panting heavily now, the constant smack of his thigh against her folds causing that smolder in her veins to spread, igniting it further as he chuckles, smacking at her breasts. She bites back a moan.
"Maybe I should play with that pretty pussy of yours, finger you until you squirt all over me? Or should I shove my tongue inside you, slurping at you until you cry? No, not yet...soon. What should Daddy do with you, hmm?"
His hand is trailing light caresses up her side before cupping her breast tightly, then he's pinching her nipple and she throws her head back as she arches into his touch. He looks over at the younger man. Din now has his cock out, groaning as he works at himself.
"Maybe-"
"Shut up, kid and just watch me ruin this pretty little slut like you were told." He growls in reply.
He's pumping his cock now, timing his thrusts with each bounce of her on his knee, the hand that had been playing with her breasts splaying out over the soft skin of her stomach until his hand is gripping her hip, thrusting hard into his hand.
"Oh you're a soft little thing. I bet you mark up really well. Would you want that, pretty thing? Me to leave my mark on you? How about my handprints on your ass? Or the marks of my teeth on your neck...or those delicious tits of yours?"
She's whimpering, grinding into his thigh when it connects and his hand grips her thigh, thumb rubbing close to her core and she jolts breaking the rhythm and he chuckles.
"So close aren't you, pet?"
Her breath is catching in her throat as his thumb slips closer, finally connecting with her clit and he rubs over it hard.
"Come for daddy."
And she does, the coil inside her snaps and she comes viciously, with whimpering moans she slumps into him, hips jerking against his thigh.
"There we go. Good girl, such a good girl."
Seeing him come was an experience in itself, his eyes were hot, dark with lust, sweat dripping down his temples as his hips jerk and his cock is twitching violently in his fist ripping a hoarse, growling moan from his throat as thick ropes of his seed splash onto her, painting her breasts and lower stomach.
"Fu-uck! Fuck! You look so good painted like this."
Their both panting and she's swaying but he catches her, shaking his head.
"You're so dirty now, pet. We should clean you up." His hands are smoothing over her flesh, gathering his seed and bringing it up to her mouth.
"Eat."
Din is thrusting hard into his hands now, moaning audibly as she leans forward and licks Fett's fingers clean.
Again Fett gathers it up and this time she wraps her lips around his fingers, sucking hard. He growls, pressing his fingers further into her mouth and she gags.
"Damn. You're so damn eager for it."
She grinds against his thigh again, wobbling slightly and he chuckles, holding her still with his fingers in her mouth. He's pushing them to the back of her throat and wiggles them. She nearly chokes, gasping as he removes them. He does this again and again until she's dizzy.
"Breathe, pet."
His other hand moves, sliding down her front, kneading her breasts before it's diving between her legs and she bucks into him.
He's growling again, "So damn wet for me. You like Daddy's attention, don't you?"
Mira nods, unable to speak as his fingers are still working against her tongue but then they retreat and his hand wraps gently around her throat, squeezing lightly.
"Don't you?"
"Y-yes."
"Yes, what?"
She flounders and he laughs, "So this is a first. None of those boys had you call them 'daddy' while they fucked you? Well, that's your name for me, baby. I'm Daddy tonight. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"I didn't hear you."
"Yes...daddy."
He's grinning at her, releasing her neck and patting her cheek gently. "Don't forget it again. Or I won't let you come again. Now, since you did so good for me earlier...I'm going to let you touch my cock. Would you like that? Now think before you answer."
She bits her lip. "Please, daddy."
"That's my good girl."
Then Din is shouting, coming hard, gripping the table as he thrusts hard into his hand and Mira is watching until Boba's hand grips her chin hard, turning her back to face him as his fingers press into her opening. She moans.
"Oh no, baby girl. Don't worry about him. My cock is all you're going to need tonight. Kneel."
"But-"
He smacks her hip hard, removing his fingers from her and he's pushing her down. "No talking back to Daddy. Get on your knees."
The floor connects hard with her knees and she whimpers, looking up at him. His cock twitches and he's patting her head gently. "Learn to listen and that won't happen. I don't want to punish you, baby but I will if you disobey."
"Yes, daddy."
His knuckles brush against her cheek, "You learn fast. Good. Now, remember my lesson from earlier? When I was feeding you?"
So it wasn't a coincidence...he had been teaching her how to...she flushed, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes and he groans, gripping himself hard.
"Fuck. Show me how much you remember."
Now this was familiar territory for her, having sucked both Din and Paz off plenty of times but he wanted his way. Slow and meticulous. She grinned seductively, her hands gripping his knees, rubbing circles into his thighs as they slowly slide up. He's watching her confused at the sudden switch in her, not sure what to make of it.
Din is chuckling and Boba levels a glare at him. "What are you laughing about?"
The younger man shakes his head, "Just wait."
Then he's bucking in his seat when she digs her thumbs into his hips. His eyes widen as she leans forward, tentatively licking the tip before a hand moves to fondle his balls. He's breathing hard, watching her swirl her tongue around the tip before closing her lips around it, sucking hard.
"Holy shit."
Then she's opening her mouth wide, slowly sliding down over him and his head falls back, hands tangling in her hair as she devours him.
"Holy shit."
She's sucking hard as her tongue slides against him. Boba is floored. She's good...damned good at this.
"She likes having her mouth fucked."
Boba's eyes snap to Din and he thrusts up, making her gag and Din moans. "She's good."
"She's fucking perfect."
So he does what Din suggests, bucking up into her mouth again and she moans around him. He growls, thrusting up as he pushes her down and she chokes before he retreats. He's brushing her hair back, his voice dropping dangerously low.
"You like having your throat fucked, don't you?"
She hums happily, sucking hard around him and he's gone, holding her still as he fucks her mouth roughly, slamming into the back of her throat. Her choking moans and nails digging into his hips only spurred him on.
"Holy shit. So good. So fucking good. Good girl. Taking it so well. I'm...fuck! I'm close, baby girl. Fuck! You gonna drink it all up? Gonna make Daddy proud?" Boba breath is coming out in pants now, ending with little gasps until finally he's cursing, thrusting deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as he comes hard.
Mira struggles not to choke as his seed fills her mouth flooding down her throat and he's pushing her down, his voice thick and raspy.
"Get every last drop now."
She's gulping, breathing sharply through her nose as she swallows as much of him as she can. He's groaning again, twitching in her mouth before he's pulling her off with a wet pop, some of him dripping down her chin. She wiping at her chin, pushing her fingers between her reddened lips and sucking them clean.
Boba's gaping at her, feeling his cock twitch at the sight. "That mouth of yours, pet...it's going to get you in trouble."
She grins, winking at him and he groans. "I like having a cock in my throat, daddy. You were delicious."
"Fuck Mira." Din breathes, stunned at her cheeky tone. What caused this switch in her? She was submissive yes but this Mira sounded like a slut.
Fett's chuckling, pulling her hair up and she stands before he's hauling her against him, nipping at her lips, moaning as she kisses him viciously. He drops her hair, drifting his hands down her shoulders and arms, before sliding down over her ribs, rubbing at her hips and gripping her ass. He suddenly sweeps the plates off the table to the floor before lifting her up to sit on it right in front of her.
"Now, pet, since you've been so good for Daddy...I feel you deserve a reward. Would you like to be rewarded?"
"Y-Yes, daddy."
"Din, get over here behind me. Find a good viewpoint."
He's pushing his chair back, kneeling in front of her as Din scrambles to stand behind him, his cock still free and now hard and twitching again. Mira reaches for him and Boba grabs her wrist, his other hand is again between her legs and she gasps, bucking into him.
"Oh no, baby girl, he's not to touch you at all. He's just going to stand there and watch you go cockdumb for me."
He releases her wrist, dropping to pull her legs further apart, his thumbs stretching her folds open and she looks away.
"Look at me, Mira."
His use of her name has her looking down at him. He's licking his lips, "Look at that pretty pussy. So wet and dripping for me."
And he moves, pulling her legs over his shoulders, as his tongue draws a slow strip over her exposed opening, flicking against her clit and she cries out. He's lazily tracing circles around her opening and she's clutching his head to her, bucking into his mouth.
His lips rasp along her core and his breath is hot on her as he speaks, "Your such a good girl for Daddy, aren't you?"
"Y-yes..."
He nips her gently and she cries out.
"Yes what?"
"Daddy...yes daddy!"
"That's better." He slides two fingers in her and wiggles them, working in and out of her slowly, crooking them every so often as he licks at her folds. Her heavy pants fade into whimpers as the wet sounds of his mouth licking and slurping at her has her thighs quivering and her core clenching. Then he's laying his tongue flat, lapping roughly at her clit and she tightens her thighs around his head and he lets loose a strangled, primal sound into her folds. She's sobbing from the pleasure as he devours her center, the coil of heat twisting and twisting and she's pulsing, convulsing around his fingers.
It was indecent, the way he was growling into her cunt, his lips moving viciously against her like he was a man starving.
"Please?! Please, daddy!"
He makes that same sound again and pulls his fingers from her, opening his jaw wider, to inch his tongue inside her and she jerks as a finger is toying at her ass. He's slowly pressing a finger into that puckered hole and she shatters, her hands grabbing his head as her thighs tighten around his neck. Her head falls back as she screams his name, coating his face with her slick. He's lapping at her furiously, cleaning it from her with a pleased grunt.
Mira's head is spinning and she's trembling as the aftershocks of her orgasm flit across her nerve-endings and she gasping, gulping for air. That had very nearly short-circuited her brain and she wiggles, noticing that his finger was still in her hole and she moans.
"Fuck, you taste so good. Now, give me one more." He pushes her onto her back and she sags onto the table bonelessly as he slips another finger into her ass making her core convulse and she's gripping the table as his other hand is working into her curls, slowly working his fingers into her soaked pussy. His thumb brushes over her clit as the fingers in her ass are wiggling, moving back and forth, in and out.
"Play with your tits, princess. Pinch your nipples for me."
She moans lewdly, her hands instantly kneading at her breasts and Boba grins at her, removing his fingers from her core, his fingers still working at her ass. She gives a frustrated cry, wiggling her hips.
"Don't stop...please don't daddy."
He shakes his head, motioning to her body. "You know what to do."
Without skipping a beat, Mira is sliding her hand down her stomach slowly, skimming her fingertips over her clit, letting them glide through her folds and he chuckles.
That's it, princess. Slowly now."
She rubbing her fingers back and forth, gasping as he adds another finger to her ass.
"Fuck...d-daddy..."
Din's cock is weeping, hard to the point of pain at the sight of her. Her chest is heaving, one hand gripping a breast tight and her other hand toying with her folds, Fett's fingers deep in her ass. His long, drawn out seduction of her has reduced her to this wanton little...creature. She's moving immediately when he gives a command, not questioning anything. Din wanted to fuck her...badly but this was Fett's night. He would behave and watch but damn if he wasn't going to have her in the morning...hell he might spend the whole morning just fucking her slowly into her mattress with how fucking worked up he was.
"God damn."
"You hear that, princess. You've got Din so worked up he's about to come again. Should we have him come all over those pretty tits?"
"Y-yes...oh please yes daddy."
"Din stand next to her. No touching."
He's groaning, moving to stand at her right, keeping the camera pointed to where it could capture everything. His hand is wrapped tight around his cock and he's thrusting into his fist.
"Look at him, Mira. Look at how hard he is...just from watching you like this. Use your fingers, show him how you want him to fuck you.
Mira is moaning loudly now, her fingers diving into her core, thrusting in and out hard...faster and then Boba is thrusting his fingers in and out of her ass faster too and she's staring at Din, lewd sounds falling from her lips.
"Din...I want...fuck! I want you to fuck me Din. I want you both to fuck me. I want to feel so full."
He's cursing, sliding his fist over his cock faster and then he's shouting, splattering his release all over her face and chest.
"Shit! Fuckfuckfuck! Mira!"
She's arching up as her orgasm is suddenly splintering through her nerves, her limbs twitching violently, her hips jerking and bucking as a strangled scream is ripped from her throat. Then Boba is growling, shoving her fingers away and plunging his back in, back and forth, curving his fingers as he does. She writhing from his touch, that pressure building up again, and his thumb is rubbing hard against her clit.
"Fuck, give daddy one more."
And she's sobbing, pleasure making her thighs quiver and quake and then he thrusts his fingers deeper into her ass and she falls again, her voice breaking mid cry to gasp for air and she seizes up, back stuck in an arch as he works her through the orgasm until she sags back against the table and it groans under her.
"Damn, baby girl. You've done so good for Daddy."
She's groggily looking up at him, "More?"
He laughing softly, pulling his fingers free and she whines. "Yes, more. You've definitely earned Daddy's cock."
And he's laying it down over her folds, rubbing it back and forth, making her bite her lip. "I know you want it. You want daddy's cock in that pretty, dripping pussy of yours?"
He grabs her wrist and pulls her up sitting and she clings to him arms shaking as he hooks her legs around his hips. He kisses her sloppily, hungrily and she returns it, gripping the back of his head, nipping at his lips.
"Please...please daddy. Please fuck me."
He's rubbing against her and she whimpers, bucking into him as he licks along her jaw, biting down on her neck and she lets her head drop to the side so he can bite down on her collarbone hard, his tongue soothing over the mark messily.
"Do you really want it?"
"Yes! Fuck me, please daddy!"
He groans, bucking into her again, his hands are bruising in their hold on her hips as he nudges at her entrance. His eyes are nearly black with lust and his voice is husky. "I don't think you do. You're not convincing me princess."
She digs her nails into his shoulders, making him grunt. "I want it! I want daddy's cock! I want daddy to fuck me!"
And that was his signal, and he pulls her into him as he enters her in one brutal thrust forward and she's squeezing so tight around him that he grunts, letting a raspy, "Fuck!" slip from his mouth.
Mira's mind is reduced to one thought and one thought only. The feel of his cock inside her, stretching her out and yet filling her so full she's left gasping for breath.
"Breath, princess. Breathe and hold on."
He retreats slowly just to slam back into her brutally, pulling her into it and her head is dropping into his shoulder. He growls gutturally, sliding his hands under her ass, lifting her and he moves across the room slamming her into the wall, just to drag himself back out slowly before roughly plunging to the hilt and bottoming out causing her to cry out.
"Yes baby girl. Enjoy it. Enjoy daddy's cock."
He retreats just to slam in her just as hard. Her head falls back into the wall with a gasp. It was a mix of slow retreat and fast return. He was big, leaving her empty every time he pulled out but fills her so full, a delicious stretching feeling in her core when he returns.
He was fucking her slowly, methodically, expertly wrenching every single sound he can from her. And she gives them to him without fail. Whimpers, whining pants of gasping breaths and she's swept away as he ruts into her, pressing her harder into the wall. Then his voice is in her ear, breath hot as he whispers huskily.
"Cum for daddy."
She shatters, legs tight around his hips and her nails are drawing blood as they rake over the back of his neck as yet another orgasm is wrenched from her overly sensitive body but she knows she doesn't want him to stop...she wants more.
One of his hands is wrapping around her throat, giving a gentle squeeze and she cries out.
"Please!"
"Please what?"
"God...please daddy. More! Fuck me more! Please!"
"Fuck! Such a submissive little slut, huh? I'll fuck you baby. Until you can't speak. I'll keep fucking you even after your pussy can't take it anymore. Then I might fuck your pert little ass. Fuck you until you don't know which way is up anymore. Would you want that, princess?"
"Yes...oh yes! Please Daddy!"
He snaps his hips forward and he hissed, picking up a steady brutal pace, his hand still at her throat.
She keens loudly, thrashing underneath him as he claims her pussy again and again, her hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders as she's reduced to wordless moans and babbles.
He grunts, letting go of her throat and grabbing her ass again, pulling her harshly into his thrusts.
"Is this what you wanted baby girl? To be fucked by Daddy like this?"
She could only cry out louder.
A hand tangles into her hair, tipping her head back and he's viciously claiming her mouth like he was claiming her pussy, licking and sucking sloppily at her lips.
It was too much...the wet, squelching noises of his cock slamming into her, his raspy, whining grunts, the pull of his hand in her hair, the mingling of their breaths in each others' mouths. It was a sensory overload and her body just surrenders.
White lights explode across her vision as her body locks up, a high pitched sobbing cry ripped from her throat as the strongest orgasm she ever had tears through her body, sending jolts of electricity through her veins. Her pussy was like as vise, clenching down around him hard and it's the best feeling as she convulses...twitches, left a trembling mess. He feels her slick flood over him, splattering over his thighs and he's left gasping. His balls draw up tight and he's sneering at her lustily.
"Fuck! Fuck, that's it! Scream baby! Scream for daddy!"
Then he coming, shouting hoarsely, and his hips are stuttering until he's slamming himself to the hilt, holding her down over him, his hips jerking against hers with short shallows thrusts as he floods her walls full with his seed.
Boba slips out of her with a hoarse groan and watches as his seed drips from her core, mixed with her slick. He glances at her in his arms and grins smugly.
She's dragging in gulps of air, breathing heavily and her entire body is shaking and flushed. Her face is stained with tear tracks, her hair is wild and damp with sweat and her eyes are blown wide, red-rimmed to match her reddened lips. She was entirely and utterly fucked over and ruined. She was perfect.
"Good girl."
He's lifting her into his arms, "So how was daddy's cock?"
She mumbling, her head lolling into him, pressing light kisses into his neck.
"So...so good...thank you daddy."
Boba turns with her in his arms to face Din and the man is standing stock still, the recorder held tight in his shaking hands is still going and he laughs.
"Its all in the pacing, kid. Now, turn the camera off and go get her a bath running. How long was that?"
Din presses pause, checking the time and he's groans, "Two hours? Holy shit."
"Good, we have one more hour. What do you think, baby girl? You want a bath with Daddy? Then we'll get you tucked into bed after we test just how sturdy it is, of course."
Mira is giving a tired smile, running her hand over his armor and Boba kisses her temple.
"Yes, daddy."
"Such a good girl."

Din rushes into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him and he rips his helmet off, dragging in gulps of air. His mind was reeling at what he had just witnessed.
'I intend to take my time.'
Two hours.
Boba had effectively and efficiently fucked Mira into a ruined mess in the course of two hours. She had never been that submissive with him or Paz....and even after being so thoroughly fucked, she wanted more.
'It's all in the pacing, kid.'
Well at this rate, Mira wasn't going to be able to walk the next morning. His cock twitched painfully and he sighed, taking himself in hand. Fifth time tonight...fuck.
He was going to have to wait an additional day before fucking her just so they both can recover from tonight. Talk about being cock-blocked.
And Paz?
Paz was definitely going to be visiting a lot sooner when he watches that recording back. And he also had a feeling that after tonight, Fett was going to become a regular visitor as well.
But that was on him, both Paz and himself had warned Boba after all.
Mira was special.
Very special.
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