✨ Vampire Sera x GNreader x Vampire Lute✨ I want it to be a mix of Horror and Fluff if that's possible. But if not, only Horror.
I got a similar ask to this but ima make that one fluff so this one ill do horror♡
Been wanting to do a horror thing anyways♡
Warning(s): horror, angst, dark fic, hallucinations, vampire magic? Powers? Idk. Reader is slowly losing it, SLIGHT suggestive at one point but. It has a reason
Hopefully the ending makes sense
Vampire!sera x GN!reader x Vampire!lute: Hungry.
Ft: surprise "guest"
Touring in abandoned places is fun and all. Dangerous, of course. But seeing all the pretty things is interesting - wandering seeing all the forgotten places. The way nature took over changing the places to fit into the area around- the way some abandoned buildings look just as gorgeous in certain ways.
Maybe that's why you didn't think too much about going into this abandoned village. Glancing around, you hummed, taking some pictures of the area around you as you walked humming softly. Before a noise caught your attention - turning you smiled seeing such a gorgeous silver fox - kneeling, you smiled as it watched you with unreadable eyes. How it stared unnerved you- as If you shouldn't have noticed the fox. Turning your phone to the camera setting, you took a picture of the gorgeous creature surprised at how it moved, allowing it - usually, it'd come a bit blurry.
Animals don't have a fondness to pictures after all-
Looking up, you frowned the fox was gone. You must have bolted when you took the picture you frowned - guess it did come out slightly blurry. Only around the face altering it in such a way- the eyes. Glowing yellow- humming you rubbed your neck could have sworn foxes couldn't have that eye color.
Sighing, you walked around more, taking even more pictures around you- you knew you may be staying a bit too long. You knew some of the known history of this place. How visitors weren't.. welcome for too long.
After all its good to know what happened.. Why it was abandoned by the people.
The surviving ones at that.
Such a odd story- you weren't to sure if it was real. Two vampires from the manor losing their minds from.. something. And slaughtering the people. Anyone in sight. Man woman even children. You shivered at the thought-
What could have possessed such a sweet lady who loved her people and who loved her to do such a cruel thing all those years ago? How her personal guard even went along with it. Apparently the guard was similar. Beloved yet feared
For how she was a cruel one.
Humming, you pulled a phone out, texting your friends your location and that you made it ok. Truly, you wished you had brought a friend like usual- but you weren't all too sure why you went alone. Such a odd impulse you never expected to have. Sitting on the broken steps to take a break, you went through the pictures so far
How the lighting hit the trees engulfing the area around the building- how it almost looked to glow- smiling in approval you went through until you reached something odd- frowning - you leaned back. As you stared, just almost out of sight. As if it didn't want you to notice right away.
The fox was there.
But- that couldn't have been right. No- the fox wasn't spotted until hours later. The same silver fox watching you- a shiver ran up your back pale from how odd it was. Swiping, you looked around, spotting it finally in every single picture you owned but. It wasn't right. It was wrong. It wasn't looking around the place like the other animals you happened to snap as well.
It was watching you.
Every single one, its eyes locked onto you. As if looking through the camera itself. Gazing into your soul. Closing your phone, you stood up even more uncomfortable. Why was it in ever picture? Was it following you?
Did foxes even eat- hunt humans?
How did it get so close to you- until you finally spotted it in person. Not with the camera. As if it wanted you to see it-
Something wrong. But you couldn't figure it out.
Swallowing you pulled your phone out, dialing your friends number, panicking deeply something isn't right. The fox is weird. This is weird. Wrong. Once they picked up you asked.
"What? Foxes? Oh. Yeah, their curious things remember? They love watching people, after all. Mostly their prey. Why?"
That. Did nothing to sooth you. Not even close. Sighing, you hung up on your friend, feeling eyes on you. Glancing around, you huffed. You're alone. You're safe. It's ok.
Looking up, slightly frowning. You had this deep feeling to leave. To go home. To go anywhere but this abandoned area its getting to dark. A deep feeling in you gave soemthing that just screamed to run.
That it wasn't safe at night.
You chalked it up to being nervous. As you always are, when visiting abandoned, place the first time. Maybe it was the stories you heard of this place? The horrors.
The history. How horrific the acts that happened here happened. How it gave you an uneasy feeling. Even the second you stepped past the gates, ignoring the warning from the gatekeeper. The kind old lady.
You weren't ever coming back here again. It made you to uneasy.
To unsafe.
-
But you kept coming back. Coming back to this village? Town? Whatever it was. You were certain it was no ordinary village after all. Huffing as you shopped around feeling eyes on you more intense than ever since you first stepped onto the territory- the old lady who stood at the entrance who as always cleaned those things. Those doors? The odd shapes on it. Why didn't you notice it before? Why is it so new to you know? You knew the old lady. Talked to her before every single time you entered to go into the only known opening.
"Oh! Your.. back?"
The old lady croaked, turning to you weakly in her slowed state. Yet you knew even If she's old? She's more than capable of on her own "yes ma'am! Something about this place just.. draws me in!" You beamed moving to hold her as always stoney cold hands helping her off the plate form- despite knowing she did not need such assistance
Humming softly, she stared up at you through eyes. You couldn't place - "Ah, I see. Do be best to be careful then? You wouldn't want to be on cautious on this day, my dear" crossing her arms behind her back, slowly walking you to the entrance yet stopping just before the door. As if a line stopped her a barrier, "I warn you all the time but this day do it the most."
That made you stop curious- but filled with dread asking her what she meant- which did anything but sooth your aching mind.
"She has seemed to become more active today. Seems you have caught both their attention. Do be careful not to draw anymore to yourself. Today is not a good day"
You blinked confused "what?" But the old lady didn't day anything just smiled sadly. Turning to face away from you walking away silent. Sighing, you shook it off. Must be something to spook you. Scare you.
She seemed to like that.
As you walked away. You sealed your fate more and more.
-
Walking around the abandoned village, you swallowed your nerves. Going up to the Palace, which unlike everything else stood tall. Intact. Only signs of abandonment was the weeds growing everywhere. On the building itself.
Before you'd never dared, go up to it. Every time you came a bit to close, you felt sick to your stomach feeling the urge to get sick
You chalked it up to knowing the horrors that took place inside. How it all started. How the blood bath began.
Sighing, you looked around. Feeling those eyes yet again on you. It's more intense than ever before. Grumbling, you walked up the stairs trying to think of where the front entrance was. Passing a bench shaded by some trees you hummed before grinning "oh- makes sense,"you huffed, spotting the doors off in between two huge bushes. As if to hide.
The lady of the Palace always preferred to have the doors hard to find for the safety of herself and her workers.
Walling up the staird a sound of walking caught your attention. Glancing, you saw that fox. Again. Staring right at you as you went up. Feeling something wrong as a click was heard - something shooting out slicing your arm, making you back up
Looking back, a knife was thrown from... somewhere "..a trap -" a shiver ran up your back, turning you paled. The fox was staring at your arm. Hungry.
Something was off
Almost in a trance as you stared, moving close to the fox. Kneeling down to it, letting it get close to you, gesturing your hurt arm to it as its mouth opened wide about to bite-
"Wouldn't do that if I were you"
A voice called out, making you snap out of that odd trance. Jumping back back away from the fox who snarled at you before for the first time ever looking away from you. Past you. Turning, you caught sight of a woman sitting at the shaded bench the one you just past. You could have sworn no one was there
Weren't you just about to let the fox lick your wound? Why aren't you worried. Even thinking if it?
The woman in the sun hat blocking her eyes so big making a whole new shade. Just from her sitting, you knew. She was tall. "Wild animals are dangerous. And you are wounded." The woman hummed, staring at you softly. Oh so soft, it- made you weak.
Felt wrong.
"Oh- uh yeah I uh-" Holding your arm, you sighed "somehow a knife came and... where did you come from ma'am?" Watching her hum, crossing her leg over her other staring in such comforting uncomforting silence
Your ignoring all the warning signs. Why aren't you running.
"Oh? Your hurt from the stairs, no? That's a trap for trespassers after all" the lady hummed on instinct you glanced down. The fox? Gone just like that. The oddest thing. Where did it go-
"Wait -" you stared, looking right back to the lady who was unmoving like that of a statue. "How did you know that?" Wasn't something even they knew. Couldn't find much information on this place through any papers or on the internet
It was silent. She didn't utter a word for a couple minutes too long "..all castles have traps. Some are well known and documented others like this place giving its..history for people around it too long. Don't know. Studied old-time castles more than once before, so.. I know how to spot some traps" she hummed making you nod. Feeling weird.
You didn't wanna be here.
Didn't wanna be near her - but why? She's been nothing but kind.
"Why don't you come here and I'll look at your wound for you?"
There it was. That unnerving feeling just like with the fox. Something told you not to go near her. Not to allow you to touch her. But your legs were that of not your control. Moving before you could stop yourself. Why can't you stop? Why- what is this.
You didn't stop. You walked right up to the white haired lady- staring at her unhumanly beautiful face as she held your arm. Gazing carefully as she hummed cleaning the wound gently, "not enough to need stitches~" she hummed out.
Somethings not right.
She looked up at you- blinking. You flushed automatically smitten with her not hearing anything she spoke as she took care of your injury. Not hearing how she shooed the fox away.
How it listened
You need to leave. Run
"Come~" the ladies' voices do hypnosis, so captivating "come with me~? To the Palace ? Won't you keep me some company ~?" She purred holding your chin staring deep into your eyes.
How could you say no?
Not like you could by now.
Following the lady without any ounce of regret. You knew you could trust her. Despite not knowing her name and just meeting her. You knew you could trust her
Yet deep down. You felt weird. Something wasn't right about her. Was it the odd speech she did every now and then? Speaking in such an old tongue? Was it how she stared at you hungry.
But as a food?
"Sera," she spoke up after a moment, humming seeing your confused look, making her hum smile softly. "That's my name~" her smile made your chest heavy. It was gorgeous.
It was a trick.
Walking closely, you talked about anything you saw. Your guard is lowering. Unaware of the fate, you sealed yourself in more and more. You weren't even too sure what you were talking about. Like it was a blur. It confused you. What was happening? How did you. Get in these corridors?
It's not too late.
"Oh, my friend should be coming soon," Sera spoke, making you up, looking up at her in thought- not at all worried how you follower a stranger into a building alone. How her friend is coming- somewhere around. Not at all worried about how weird it is.
How does she know where to go?
Walking around her more your feet on autopilot as they matched with her. Like you were in a trance of sorts walking with her trusting her to lead you to your destination. How she turned in these long, confusing corridors like she knows it like the back of her hand. "Have you been here before?"
She didn't answer.
Frowning, you glanced, wanting to look at the paintings. The pictures from what you saw looked strangely familiar. Narrowing your eyes, you tried to peak to look more before doors opened "Oh there you both are," a new voice spoke. Glancing over, you saw an equally gorgeous woman who wore a scowl. As if that was her normal expression - but the second she looked at you, she smirked knownly
How did she know you were here as well?
As the woman walked to you. Your heart pounded as If.. something was wrong. Something isn't right about this. Why do you feel so.. uncomfortable? Was it the lack of familiarity of the woman with you? Or was it your gut telling you. Somethings wrong?
"This is Lute~, a good friend of mine~," Sera purred, gesturing to the shorter woman who smirked at you "shes.. much more quiet. Dont take it personally, ok?" Nodding at her, swallowing thickly feeling even more nervous.
Why do you know her? Why do those eyes remind you of her
Almost fox like.
Sighing, you nodded following the ladies. Noticing how Lute preferred hang back. Behind you walking slowly watching you as you walked. Checking out all the walls and paintings that somehow laid untouch in the attacks minus the dried blood here and there.
It was like she was watching you
She is.
You knew you could trust Sera, so by default, you trusted Lute too. Their both kind. Nice. Just overall caring. How they coo at you softly speaking to you. Leading you everywhere. Lute doing the leading more as Sera talks. Their safe.
You shouldn't trust them
Glanicng you blinking a painting caught your attention. Making you walk right up to itzx making Lute stop to watch you. Looking up at the painting, three women in it. The tallest looks identical to the woman your following - frowning - you watched the two ladies. As a hand rested on your lower back- glancing those Sharp eyes staring right at you. "Oh sorry Lute" you whispered, smiling nervous. She looked just.. like the guard. Must be a coincidence
"Come alone~?" Pushing you along with her. Glancing up at the painting, you frowned, but the third lady. Why did she look so familiar? That blond lady..
Why aren't you wondering why her face is blurry to you?
As you were pulled into a room, Sera spoke. Showing you around as Lutes hand never left your back. Yet you heard not a single word. You felt off. Nervous. Something wasn't right. Why was -
"Well?" Your thoughts cut off from Sera, who smiled so softly at you walking up to you cupping your face, making you shiver from how unbelievably cold she felt. "Will you allow us~?" She purred as you jolted, feeling cold lips touch your neck. "Focus on me~" she hummed as lute pressed kisses to your neck. As if searching for something groaning, you held Seras hands as she hummed, taking that as a yes "come on~ say It for me?"
Why didn't you run.
"Yes~" you spoke as she kissed you deeply groaning as Lute peppered your neck in kisses before stopping at a spot. Too focused on Sera kissing you- you didn't see her smirk. Hungry. Opening her mouth to bite. Piercing your neck, causing you to scream. Sera swallowed your agony. How you attempted to push away
"No~ it's ok it hurts for a second, but don't worry," Sera purred, kissing you again, moving to your neck on the other side searching as both ladies began to drink
To feed.
After a while, it got too much. Hurt to bad. Making you beg them to stop. To let you go. You didn't want to die like that- to be drained by... whatever they are. Vampires? Cannibals? You didn't know.
But they didn't stop. They kept going not even stopping as your hits became even weaker then before how you got worn out. Tired. To tired-
If they didn't stop now, you'd die.
"-away"
A voice making the two ladies finally release you as you fell to the ground, sobbing out in pain. Confused on what happened. Not even waiting the two..whatever the hell they are hisses backing away from you as if something in the room pushed them away. Disgusted them. Looking up you never thought you'd see Sera look so disgusted by.. whoever. Bloodied from your blood as she drank from you.
Not even waiting, the ladies glanced st you before turning. Rushing off.
As you laid in your blood, it pooled around you. Losing to much blood' A husk of yourself - feeling yourself sliping away. Black dots in your eyes. ".." a voice spoke. Weakly, you gazed up seeing the kind old lady walking to you - confused. She never walked into the village. She always refused. Strictly so- saying she's the guardian. To make sure nothing was released. You suspected to keep those blood suckers inside.
But it's odd. Why is she walking so much better then before? Looking healthy?
Blinking, you froze something sick in your stomach. She wasn't an old lady. No - not with that long blond hair. Those blue eyes shun red if you looked just right. Smiling those fangs shun as she knelt beside you. "Oh my sweet~, look how rough they treated you.. my own creations. Mistreating their food so" her usual familiar odd speech
It all made sense.
There was never just two.
There was a third.
The forgotten one. The one who pulled all the strings. That's how it all started. Only hints through out the history books on the past
"Y-your"
A finger pushed against your lips as she hushed you softly smiling "it's far from over. We must do it again. Right this time." She spoke softly as if knowingly. Knowing your fate. Why was it so familiar? Have you heard it before
Yes.
What was this woman's name? It was on the tip of your tounge-
"Just close your eyes, let's restart once more. Do be sure to keep entertaining me~"
Right- her name. It's Li-
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Hello hello! happy new year 🎊🎊🎊!!! I was just wondering if you could do a part two to the stranded fic you wrote for Thrawn (totally optional ofc ignore this if you want‼️‼️‼️) I think it would be interesting to see the aftermath of their relationship like are they rescued or not? If they're not do they just say fuck it let's start a family? If so do they eventually get discovered by the rebels/empire (sort of like the plot for Ahsoka ig???) And they're like yo look at me and my family haha fuck y'all I'm not going back to civil society I love my partner and our children! (If you can't tell I have been thinking about this situation for ages it's making me go crazy with the possibilities) Your fics feed my soul tbh I'd actually die for your writing I go feral when you update the JC series or just post something in general 💞💞💞 (idk how to end this lmao I barely request stuff LMAOOOO idk if I'm even doing it right 😭) (also feel free to make it as horny as you want you can literally make it the sexiest of smut or just make it completely cute and tooth rottingly sweet!!!!!) (Again ignore this if it's something you're not interested in or if it breaks a rule or something!!!!!!)
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw thank you love ❤️Happy new year to you too❤️Thank you for your support, my dear. I hope you will love this one too❤️
Part 1
ThrawnxF!reader
Tag : Non descriptive birth, cunni, P in V, creampie
You open your eyes, your face bathing in a ray of sun. It is already quite hot outside, but the hut retains the freshness of the night quite well. You rise in a seating position, on your mattress of hay and palm tree leaves in a sheet of linen. Next to you Thrawn’s spot is cold already, he must be awake for some time now. You wince as your baby hits your tummy.
“I’m sorry darling, you must be hungry.” You gently caress your swollen stomach. “I will find something for us to eat.”
You stand up on your feet, a little bit unbalanced by your pregnant stomach and head for the main place. You wave at your neighbors that go around their business, greeting you in return.
A month after escaping the cannibal village you crossed paths with another alien species, beings you can at best described as frog people with their globulous eyes and slimy greenish skin, but full of kindness and a strong community sense. They welcomed you in their village, feeded you and soothed your wounds, and contrary to the cannibal village Thrawn did not detect any ill intent or habits in their art. He analyzed that they were former peaceful wanderers of the universe that crashed on the planet like you did millennia ago. In fact, the village is right next to the destroyed carcass of the ship that brought them here, the survivor took everything useful from the ship and built a new community.
They now speak a bastardization of Basic, permitting you to communicate with them quite well, even if there are still some mishaps here and there. You came to discover the cannibals took them regularly for preys and they had the greatest difficulties at repelling them, their former peaceful ways led to a more armed culture but they are still not efficient soldiers. That’s when Thrawn intervened. He trained with their warriors to get used to their different weapons and tactics and convinced the chiefs to let him lead their warriors on the next attack.
And he did.
Successfully.
For the first time in the millenia of conflict between the two species the frog people didn’t lose any lives or children to the cannibals. The party that followed that night was grandiose and flashy, the frog people warmly thanked Thrawn and offered you both to stay at the village.
You accepted, given they weren’t murderous cannibals. Thrawn pondered the question longer, still focused on the possibility of finding a way to come back to the Empire.
There wasn’t.
The frog people spreaded all around the globe of that planet and established colonies on all the continents and kept a tight diplomatic bond between each colony. The chiefs proposed you remain in the village to relax for while they sent messages to the other colonies to ask them. You have been in the village for some weeks now but Thrawn decided he would go to meet the other colony and have the chance to ask for himself. And you would not let his politically incompetent ass go anywhere alone unless you wanted him to create chaos, so you decided to go with him. But the morning of your departure you started puking and couldn’t walk without feeling weak so Thrawn carried you bridal style to the healer of the tribe, deciding to postpone his travel until you knew what was going on.
And you didn’t have to wait long.
After examining your body and checking your hormonal balance with some reactives plants the healer determined that you were pregnant! You had a moment of silence, brain frozen, taking in the news and asked for other tests to be conducted immediately, she obliged, and ended up with the same results. Thrawn wasn’t in the hut, politely waiting outside while she examined your body.
You were at a loss of words. A multitude of contradicting emotions raging in your brain and heart.
You were pregnant? Chiss and humans are compatible?
How would Thrawn react? How should YOU react? It was one thing to share a night of passion with your enemy turned ally while you were stranded, carrying his child and heir was a complete other matter!The healer noticed your clear lack of enthusiasm and asked if you wanted to terminate the pregnancy now.
You had no words. Should you do it? Should you not? How would your comrades react at the sight of you bearing the child of the Grand Admiral Thrawn?
Should you even tell him? If you took the preparation she was handing you and terminated the pregnancy in its early stage, was it even worth informing Thrawn?
You decided that yes.
It was.
You called for him and he entered the hut, kneeling down next to you he gently put a strand of hair out of your face with his fingers in a reassuring gesture. You smiled at him gently and warned him to stay seated for the news. He turned to the healer, squinting his eyes in concentration and maybe some worry.
“Is it a dangerous illness?” He asked, “Is her life at risk?”
“Her life is at risk, but not by an illness. This is simply the circle of life.”
He tilted his head, clearly not understanding the healer's words. You took his hand and squeezed it, looking at him in the eyes.
“Thrawn…” You started, deadly serious, “I am pregnant.”
He fully turned to you in complete silence, his eyes barely rounding up in surprise, his control remaining total. Will you one day be able to surprise this man?
He remained mute for a full minute, eyes fixed in yours, before opening his mouth.
“Do you want this child?” Was his only question, his only worry.
“I… Do not know.” You confessed. “What if we find a way to go home?”
“I would not impose you to follow me in the Empire’s ranks.”
“Then could I deprive this child of their father? Could I tell them their parents are mortal enemies?”
“Maybe you could send them to me.” He proposed.
“And have them in the Imperial system? Out of the question! My child will not be an imperial pawn!” You exclaimed resolutely.
“I could send them to the Ascendancy.” He proposed again.
You pondered that possibility. You live a dangerous life made of battles and combats, constantly on the run. Thrawn has more stability, but you will not make your child and Imperial citizen, they will be free and nothing else. Sending them to the Ascendancy, to Thrawn original worlds however… might be their best chances. He talked to you about it for long hours, revealing to you his memories, maybe… Maybe this is the best you could offer that child.
Of course it would mean being separated from your own flesh and blood, but the life you would give them isn’t a life for a child.
“That’s a good idea.” You finally nod. “It would be a more stable environment for them.”
Thrawn squeezed your hand approvingly in response
“But do you even want this child?” You raise your head to him, “We never talked about it. We don’t even know what we are.”
Since that night you shared, you didn’t leave each other's side, living, sleeping, bathing together, just spending the days hand in hand. But you are not in a regular situation, is a relationship started in such extreme conditions as of a crash a stable basis for a healthy couple? Do the standard relationships apply to you? So far away from all laws and civilization do putting a label on your situation even make sense?
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
“You are the one carrying the embryo, you have the final word. But if you ask me : yes. I want that child.”
But you are still unsure. Are you ready to be a mom? Delivery in those conditions could be incredibly dangerous for you and the baby, what about infections, complications? The frog people kept some techniques and technology from when they still traveled the universe but a lot of machinery simply died for lack of energy source or repair pieces. Could you give birth away from the comfort and security offered by a hospital?
The healer took the powder and poured it in an envelope that she handed to Thrawn.
“Take the time to think about it.” She simply said, giving you a bay to eat to help with nausea.
You exited the little hut in silence, the envelope pressed against your chest. Thrawn circled your shoulders with his arm.
“We need to talk.” He said very seriously, “Let’s put you to bed, first.”
He guided you to your hut and helped you lay down, putting the traveling gear in one corner of the room.
“I am sorry.” You breathed, “I’m slowing you down.”
“No need for excuses. You are forgiven.” He responded by coming back to you, kneeling at your side.
He put his hand on your forehead to take your temperature very delicately.
“Are you comfortable?”
You nod, the nausea slowly subsiding. He remains silent for a long moment, only caressing your forehead, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. But he is never lost, merely reorganizing his brain like a computer.
“What?” you asked with a little voice.
“Nothing.” He said.
“You are fixing me so intently.”
“I am simply thinking, I thought about what you said: “We don’t even know what we are”.”
You purse your lips. It’s true you said that.
You were content about what you had all this time but the prospect of a child put everything into perspective and demanded clarifications.
“I am not wrong. We never really discussed about us, just lived in the present moment.” you argue.
“You are right, it was not a criticism.” He tampers with his deep melodious voice, “Were you happy during those times?”
“Yes.” you confess.
“Me too.” he admits too, “Do you envision yourself pursuing this relationship seriously?”
“I… Is this what you want? We talked about keeping seeing each other and all that, but… Does being a couple make any sense here? Does going official have any weight in our situation?”
“To me it does.” He tilted his head, “I want to be with you. Live with you, build a family with you.”
“And when we get rescued?” You ask, “You didn’t renounce that possibility. What then? We go our merry way, tearing the family apart?”
“I am afraid we will be blocked here for some time.” He responded, “If we ever get rescued.”
You frowned.
“You think there is a risk we stay stranded here?”
“This is a possibility to keep in mind.” He ominously said
You sighed, suddenly exhausted. You closed your eyes, trying to clear your mind.
“Do not take the medicine, please.” You suddenly heard him murmuring so low you almost doubted you heard him.
You reopen your eyes to look at him interrogatively.
“I want this baby. I want to be a father. I want to live with you and see our children grow. Leave me a chance to prove to you I am worth it.” He said, looking into your gaze with sparkly eyes.
His tone was assured and affirmative but you saw so much hope in those red eyes, all the dreams he had to leave behind when he became a Grand Admiral, he could live them here. He could restart anew, fresh, become the man he dreamed to be deep inside himself.
You raised in a seating position with a grumble.
“I do not doubt your worth, nor your capacities to be a father, but… There is so much uncertainty, so much fog… I cannot take that decision carelessly.”
“I understand your doubts and difficult position. And whatever you do, I will respect your choice. But, if I may tell you my opinion, again, please do not take the medicine. I will be here for you and the child, I want us to live all together. As a family”
“I will think about it…” You clench your fist around the envelope.
“Of course, Cha’cah.” He leaned forward to capture your lips in an infinitely soft kiss that you would have never believed him capable of, “The final choice is yours only.”
He caressed your cheek, kissed your forehead and left you alone to nap and gather energy.
You didn’t sleep, a headache threatened you all day long. And as usual, when night came you felt his arms wrapping around your form, tighter this night. You were pressed against his broad chest, his warm body, shielding you from the rest of the world.
You never took the medicine.
You pondered it during long weeks before one day standing still in front of Thrawn and handing him the envelope.
“Get rid of it.” you simply said.
He looked at the envelope, squinting, before grasping your arm and pulling you in a tight hug.
“Thank you.” He murmured, nose buried in your hair.
And that is how you ended up giving birth to your daughter. A healthy little girl in a rush to come into the world.
You woke up in the middle of the night like someone stabbed your womb before realizing your waters broke. Thrawn, awakened in a flash, helped you to the healer and she woke up all the women of the village, all came in the middle of the night to help. A birth is a matter of the entire community here.
They helped you to get rid of your tight clothes and enter a bath, trying to help you relax and relieve any tension. Thrawn was pushed outside the hut unceremoniously at first, “it is a women’s affair only.” They said to him, you don’t know what he responded but he was finally authorized to stay after a back and forth. He came to your side and took your hand, circling your shaking shoulders with his long arm.
“You got this, Cha’cah. I know you can do it.” He praised and supported you.
He talked to you during the whole process, taking your mind off the pain, kissing your temple, squeezing your hand.
Until finally, you heard her first scream.
She was as blue as him, with the same red eyes, but she inherited your hair. You immediately took her in your arms, still shaking and full of sweat but so relieved and happy.
Your little baby.
Your daughter.
Thrawn cut the umbilical cord with the fang dagger he gave you and came to your side to admire his daughter, delicately caressing her head still full of blood.
“She looks like you.” You say out of breath and the heart spilling love.
“Indeed. But she has your features. She will be as beautiful as you.”
He hugged you both like you could vanish at any second.
“Welcome to the world, little one. I love you so much.” He murmured, taking her in his large hands.
“What should we call her?” You ask. “We should pick a Chiss name.”
He looked at you with a hint of surprise and gratitude.
“What do you think of… Thaishi?” He proposed with a thin smile, eyes fixated on the baby.
“Taishi… Little Thaishi.” You make the name roll on your tongue, “I like it a lot.”
“Welcome Thaishi. My daughter.” He let out still incredulous, but the love and warmth was unmistakable in his voice. He immediately initiated skin-to-skin contact, trying to appease your daughter’s cries before the healer took her to examine her.
It was four years ago.
Thaishi speaks and sprints everywhere now, she is unstoppable, making you run after her all day long under Thrawn’s amused loving gaze.
She is already at the buffet this morning when you arrive at the center of the village. The frog people cook for the community and not for individuals, hunt together, fish together, gather together and they eat all together. But today is not your day to cook so you slept late.
You caress Thaishi’s head who doesn’t even take the time to sit with others to eat, she just picks what she wants and eats it immediately. She looks up to you with her mouth full, making her look like a hamster.
“Go sit with the kids, little terror.” You kiss her forehead.
She picks up three other fruits and runs to the kiddos and sits with them.
“(Y/n), we could have brought the food to your hut!” The lady in charge of the cooks today chastises you.
“No, it’s better if I come to eat with everyone.” You respond with an appeasing smile, “Did you see Thrawn this morning?”
“He was out hunting with the youngs early, they should… Ah! Talk about the wolf!”
You spin on yourself, your plate in hand, to see the hunters entering the village with their games. Thrawn stands out with his deep blue skin against their green ones, you notice him immediately. Everyone comes to them to inspect the meat and congratulate the hunters.
“How is my wife this morning?” Thrawn asks, pulling you in his arms immediately.
You giggle as he presses you against his large body, your pregnant belly in the way. He leans forward to kiss you tenderly and then kneels to caresses your belly with enamored red eyes.
You feel your baby giving a kick against his palm.
“They are full of energy.” He notes satisfied.
“Thaishi is too! I have trouble containing her sometimes.”
“Thaishi, listen to your mother.” Thrawn takes his daughter's shoulder in his hand, “It is important to obey adults, young one. We do it for your protection.”
“But I can’t help it, I want to run and jump everywhere!” She responds with her mouth full.
“Young lady, your table manners are lacking. We need to correct them.” He boops her nose.
She gulps her bite down and smiles at him with all her teeth.
“Go play, we will study Cheuhn later.” He smoothes her hair and pushes her gently towards the kids.
You both look at her running again to her comrades, the only blue skin and red eyes in the green and globulous eyes.
You sigh, the heart so full of love it could explode any minute now, when you feel Thrawn arms circling your shoulders.
“She’s four already.” You let out.
“Yes. She is growing quickly.”
“I feel like I gave birth to her yesterday and now look at her… Running all over without losing her balance. Maker… Tomorrow she will be a fully grown adult.”
“She will not, do not worry. She will remain our little lady whatever happens.”
You glance at him with a little grin.
“Are you becoming sentimental, Thrawn? What’s happening to my tough warrior?”
He chuckles lowly in response, amused.
“I have always been sentimental since she was a baby. Do not tell me you never noticed?”
“Oh I did notice! It was quite endearing to see you melt before her by the way! Seeing your facade cracking before your own baby…” You lay your head on his shoulder, caressing his cheek. “You have a good heart, Thrawn.”
“When it comes to you three, I always do.” He puts a hand on your tummy “What did the healer say yesterday?”
“They are growing quickly and well. I gained plenty of weight, my hormones are balanced and she didn’t notice anything wrong.”
“Yes, but she doesn’t have the correct equipment, so much could escape her.” He argues, suddenly frowning.
“Thrawn… Women have been giving birth here in those conditions for a millenia! So much they spread all over the continents, their death rate is really low. She knows her stuff.” You comfort him, holding his cheeks in your hands.
He slowly nod.
“You are right, as always.”
“I already gave birth, I can do it. I know I can.” You insist.
He kisses your palms delicately.
“I trust you, Cha’cah.”
“Good.” You raise on tiptoes to brush your nose with his. “Did you eat this morning?”
“I did, right before the hunt.” He squeezes your hand, “I will be on the ship if you need me.”
He kisses your forehead and grabs and carries Thaishi on his shoulders making her scream laughing among the children.
You go back with the others, sitting on your ankles, observing your husband and daughter as you eat your fruits. Your minds start wandering back to the night you wed Thrawn, you remember being in his arms, heavily pregnant with Thaishi, laying on your mattress. He was caressing your hair as your cheek was pressed against his chest, listening to his beating heart.
“We should get married.” He suddenly said in the dark of the night.
“Why?” you asked, yawning.
“We have a baby on the way. We should do it for them.”
“For them? Not because you’re so in love with me you could feel your heart explode?” You tease him with a light laugh.
“Do you doubt my love?”
“No Thrawn, I was simply joking. I do not doubt you.” You brush your cheek on the skin of his pec to reassure him.
Something you picked up on is Thrawn's low self esteem, or rather poor view of his own person. You realized it listening to him talk about his time in the Ascendancy, he measures his self worth though his capacity to serve and obey his people, completely ignoring his innate value as an individual being. He thinks of himself as a tool, a cog, in the great scheme of things. Just a usable asset to throw away once he has served his purpose. And maybe the most terrifying thing in this situation is that he was contented by this. To him he isn’t deserving of respect and love if he fails his duties. It is a completely normal situation to him, something he has internalized and never questioned.
So he didn’t understood you throwing yourself at him to hug him tight and reassuring him that you loved him. He stayed still, like frozen, listening to you declaring your love to him so suddenly he had nothing to say, maybe a bit shocked.
From this day on you took care to tell him everyday that you loved him, hugging and kissing him, showering him with your love, proving to him that whatever flaws he had or whatever failures he may have committed, he was worthy of unconditional love.
“I love you, (y/n). It is a fact that I cannot deny. When I realize you are in my presence, my heart tightens. When you speak, my heart seems to jump. When you are in my arms, it races. I daresay those symptoms point to love.”
“I know, my love.” You grazed your finger on his chest, “I love you all the same. I am truly at ease and relieved when you are at my side. I worry when I do not feel your presence.”
He took your hand to kiss your knuckles.
“I will not leave you. I am whole and appeased only with you.”
You raised your head to kiss his jaw tenderly.
“I want to tie my legacy to yours, be a family.” He continues.
You looked intently at his laying form silently.
“Because you miss yours?”
He remained silent and his gaze fixed on the ceiling seemed to harden.
“There is no need to hide it, love. It is natural to long for the presence of your family, whoever you are. It means you have a heart and a home to go back to.”
“I have a duty towards them. I will not go back to them until it is done.” He finally said with a hard tone.
It wasn’t directed against you, you knew it, it was simply a testimony of his resolution.
“So you truly want it?” You questioned gently.
“It would fill my heart with bliss if you bestowed yourself to me.” He confessed with a tone of confidence, caressing your cheek.
“If you promise to love me for all eternity, I accept to be yours.” You said.
He kissed your knuckles again before putting your hand on his beating heart.
“For all eternity, Cha’cah. You have my word.”
You lowered yourself and kissed his lips gently, he responded lasciviously, deepening the kiss.
He stood up, helped you rise on your feet and you sneaked away in the night to the Chiefs hut like children who would have stolen a cookie jar. The chiefs performed the ceremony according to their traditions and you were married to Thrawn.
To your Grand Admiral.
And him to his Rebel.
You shared the decisive kiss with the chiefs benedictions and felt your heart tightening with love. He kissed your forehead tenderly while caressing your cheek and you hugged him tight.
Now, with you pregnant, your destinies were intertwined forever.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
You never told the rest of the community, they didn’t need to know. You were together and that is all that mattered.
But there was one dark stain on the canvas.
You made peace with the fact that you wouldn’t get rescued by now. That is also why you carried the pregnancy to term and accepted his hand in marriage. Because deep down you felt you would never get out of this isolated planet.
But Thrawn didn’t.
Thrawn keeps fighting everyday to go home.
And you’re not sure how to feel about that.
Was it his loyalty to the Empire or his relentless devotion to the Ascendancy that pushed him so much? He refused to answer.
But coming back signifies saying goodbye. And that’s tearing your heart apart. When you realized he was tempering with the ship communication device to send messages to the Empire you badly reacted, you had your first real fight. He refused to stay arms dangling when his duties called for him and you refused to help go back to his murderous Empire.
In the end you remained a rebel and a Grand Admiral.
And it created the first cracks in your marriage.
A chance Thaishi was still a baby and couldn’t understand why her parents were arguing, but she did pick up on the bad vibes and your cracked voice and started crying. Before Thrawn could pick her up to console her, you took her, shouting he better get used to not seeing his family if he wanted to go back to the Empire so badly and ran off to the hut of friends and remained here for a full week.
You regretted those words. So badly. He never once raised his voice against you, remaining calm, but also so cold, so calculating, his determined gaze terrified you so you preferred to flee with your daughter.
He came to your friends’ hut everyday to see his child and everyday you refused, hugging her against your heart. You were so mad, so terrified, so… So betrayed! How could he dare do that to your family?
When you accepted to receive him, he sat down in front of you in silence, just observing his baby in your arms with a loving gaze.
But he was actively trying to tear his family apart and you couldn’t forgive him just yet.
“How is she?” he asked
“Good.”
“Can I hold her?”
“No.” you placidly answered
He simply took a deep breath in response before opening his mouth again.
“We should talk.”
“Indeed we should. You have a lot of explaining to do.” You frowned.
“I had good reasons to try to go back to the Empire.”
“Yes, evidently you are still very much attached to this tyranny.”
“You do not understand. I didn’t tell you everything.”
You raise an eyebrow, what could he say to save his image now?
“If I am so attached to this tyranny, as you call it, it is to save my worlds.”
And he explained everything to you, all the secrets he kept hidden all this time, secrets nobody’s outside of him and a certain Ba’kif knew about. The true reasons of his mission and allegiance to the Empire, anything he didn’t tell you before.
You just listen silently, eyes round and mouth agape.
“... You may hate me now, but I will demand to keep seeing my daughter. This is all I ask for.”
“I…” You just manage to say, lost “I am sorry, Thrawn.”
He remained silent, sounding you with his inquisitive red gaze, awaiting your reaction once you gathered your thoughts.
“I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” You concede, “But I couldn’t turn a blind eye either…” You try to show him where you come from.
But he is determined.
“I know. But my success depends on the success of the Empire.”
“The success of the Empire implies the subjugation of all races and slavery.”
“Not when I will have taken control of it. This is a necessary evil for now.”
“This is horrible… How can you say that?” You said, pained.
“This is war, casualties are inevitable. ” He insisted, “But when I will lead it, everything will end. You need to trust me.”
You lower your gaze to observe your daughter’s face. She is peacefully sleeping in your arms, soothed by both of your voices. She is as blue as him, with the same red eyes…
You already tied yourself to him, for better and for worse…
You sigh, closing your eyes. You hear him getting closer and circling your shoulders with his arm.
“I need you to trust me, cheo Cha’cah. I do it for the greater good.” He murmurs soothingly.
You purse your lips.
“I will not hinder you, but do not expect me to help you in any way!” You annonce with tenacity.
“Alright.” He gently kisses your shoulder, “Are you still mad?”
“Yes! A lot! But… I understand better now.” You say giving him a side glance.
He looks deep into your eyes, squeezing your shoulders against his body.
“I love you…” He confesses like a secret.
“Me too…” You reassure him. “But I will need time.”
“Will you let me hold our daughter?”
You gently give him your baby and she opens her eyes to meet his. He presses her delicately against his chest, a skin-to-skin hug so important for babies. She grabs one of his fingers in her little fist and starts babbling, smiling at her father.
“Hello you.” He gently says, “I missed you.”
You purse your lips, feeling like a heartless monster for depriving him of his child, and her, her father.
He slept with Thaishi in his arms that night and you pressed yourself against him, looking at your baby, cheek pressed on the chest of her father, sleeping soundly, at peace.
And you cried, knowing that this could come to an end one day.
You’re being brutally called back to reality when Thaishi sprinted into your laps to smash into you.
“Leys proposed to me to spend the day with her!” She exclaims joyfully as you try to catch your breath after that hit.
You turn towards Ley’s mother, slowly nodding.
“You need some peace and quiet at that point in your pregnancy, (Y/n). Relax for the day, we will take care of the kids.”
You turn back to Thaishi, eyes full of hope.
“Alright, but you must promise to behave well when you are with them! And don’t forget your Cheuhn lesson with your father.”
“Yes, mom!” She already sprints back to her friends group, barely listening to you.
She only listens to her father. You sigh, shaking your head.
Kids…
You yawn and decide to use this newfound liberty to take a nap, even if you just woken up. You were soundly sleeping for some hours now, back at your hut, when you felt a warm body pressing itself against your back and strong, large hands caressing your pregnant belly.
“Welcome back, sir…” You yawn.
Thrawn kisses your shoulders, pressing you tighter against his large body.
“How are you feeling?” He whispers.
“Heavy!” You burst out laughing “And fat! This belly gets in the way of everything, it’s impressive.”
“You are beautiful like that.” He insists, “I found you more and more hypnotizing as your pregnancy advances” He keeps caressing your tummy tenderly.
“Are you sure you are the most objective person in this situation?” You argue back with a side grin.
“I need not to be objective, I only need my eyes to witness your bewitching beauty. And I can confidently say you are the most beautiful of all.”
“Even when my body is limp and bloated like that?”
“Especially like that. You being pregnant is a real… Temptation.” He breathes lowly in your ear, “I have all the pain in the world to maintain my control.”
“You? Struggling to keep your control in check? I do not believe you sir.” You laugh.
“And yet, such is the effect you have on me.” He starts kissing your neck, slowly going up. “You mesmerize me in every possible way.” He licks your ear with the tip of his tongue.
“You are really touchy today.” You squirm in his embrace, brushing your soft body against his muscles.
“I have been struck by a real vision.”
“Well thank you sir, I take care of myself!” You joke. “You are quite handsome yourself!”
Your hair has grown too by the time and he buries his nose in it to inhale your scent.
“I want to eat you up.” He says with a growl.
“Aren’t I delectable?” You keep joking.
“You are. Exactly to my taste, but you misunderstood me.” He leans again, blowing on the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “I want to eat you out until you are a shaking mess in my hands, until you can not remember your own name.” He gives another quick lick to your ear.
His deep voice has such an effect on you, you can’t help but shudder in response, much to his satisfaction. Thrawn proved himself physically affectionate, not shy to express his love physically in public or in private… Especially in private! And even though Thaishi’s birth didn’t stop your sex life, it is true it slowed it down a bit. Your last sexual relationship was some months ago and the new pregnancy didn’t help, even though… Thrawn looks at you differently when you’re pregnant.
You're convinced it teases something deeply buried in his psyche and entrails, it excites him, always looking at you wherever you are, always holding you in his arms in some ways, keeping you to himself…
You remember your first pregnancy, he had his hands all over you all day long, drinking between your legs for long hours, getting more and more unhinged as your tummy started to get bigger and bigger.
Maybe it is one of his kinks… You have the occasion to verify it today…
You turn to face him with a cheeky grin.
“So you like me pregnant.” You state.
“It is a wonder of nature.”
“Is that it?” You innocently pull on your shirt to reveal your belly to his eyes.
The light growl emanating from him was unmistakable. His gleaming eyes seem to shine brighter and you think you see him gulp.
“Just a wonder of nature?” You insist, blinking your eyes naively.
“I wonder what kind of reaction you expect of me, flashing your pregnant belly to me.”
“I don’t know… Maybe I am simply curious?”
He raises an eyebrow in response, not buying your innocent act.
“Curious?” He repeats cautiously.
“Curious about the fantasy of my man… What titillates him, what excites him, what drives him absolutely…” You keep your act, drawing sweet circles with your nail on your heavy tummy. “... Crazy.”
He takes a deep breath, eyes locked on your round belly, clearly interested in what you have to offer. His growl takes a dive in the deeper tone, squinting his eyes, trying to maintain his cool in front of your insolent temptation allurement.
He remains very set back in his fantasies, never truly revealing his true taste, preferring to oblige yours instead so you have only an unfinished portrait of his kinks.
But this…
This caught his attention well and you intend to play a bit with it.
“I feel like I have your full attention.” you smile cheekily.
“You do.” he says, cautious of your little game, but so tempted.
“My belly is so soft and warm, if only you could feel it like I do.” You tease mercilessly. “Do you like me pregnant with your child?”
“Yes. A lot.” His voice is no more than a growl now.
He extends his hand to caress your tummy and you slap it immediately. He groans, displeases, and frowns in response.
“No touch. You can only admire.”
“You have no mercy.” He mediates, “Will you really deny me?”
“Maybe. After all, physical exhaustion is really bad for me, I don’t know if letting you do what you want is good for the baby.” You clap back without pity for him.
“I do believe what I have in mind is really good for both of you.” He insinuates lowly.
“You have no proof of what you say.”
“Really? We can go ask the healer right now and we will know where we stand.” He responds without missing a bit, absolutely serious.
You observe him haughtily, like you’re not believing him and don’t intend to give up. He presses himself tighter to you. You wonder how it would get if you pushed him to his limits…
He has always been soft and tender to you, but you’re curious. How is he when he is mad? When you push his dominant tendencies?
You refrain from smiling like a deviant.
“Let me show you what I mean, and you will judge for yourself.” He proposes.
“I do not know if I will let you, mister. I am not convinced.” You put your hand on his mouth to push him back with a grin.
He licks your palm to get rid of your hand with a dark gaze.
“Do not play with me.” He warns.
“Or what? What will you do to your heavily pregnant wife?” You tease.
He flinches imperceptibly at the mention of your pregnancy, growling deeply like an annoyed animal.
“You couldn’t hurt a fly. I am not afraid in the slightest, mister.”
He looks at you intently and suddenly his Intense gaze melts into sparkling eyes and he lets out a sneer.
“You will not gain what you want by playing with my ego, Cha’cah.”
Oh Makers damn it!
“Come on!” You insist, pressing yourself more against him, “Humor me!”
“No.” He chuckles, amused like he would with a child, “You will not win that fight.”
“Pffffff… You’re no fun.” You purse your lips, sulking.
“On the contrary, I can be a lot of fun.” He embraces you tightly, “You just need to find the right levers.”
“I had one! You clearly were hanging onto every word when I showed you my belly!” You contest.
“Indeed. And you would have won if you kept playing with this strategy, but you made the tactical error of changing the point of pressure.”
You grumble, frustrated. You were really curious, how is sex with him when he’s mean and overly dominant?
“Do not frown, cheo cha’cah. You need not to play the temptress to seduce me, your innate charms work wonders.” He tries to soothe you.
“I wanted to see how it would go if you were mean and harsh.” You pout.
“Being mean and harsh to you is not appealing to me. I would rather honor you than demeaning you in any way.” He kisses your forehead.
You’re still deadly curious.
“I will find a way, one day.” You promise, seething.
“Do not sulk, my love.” He smiles, entertained, “Let me take care of you, it will ease the tension between your eyebrows, my darling.” He continues, lowering himself to kiss your clavicle and going more south.
He kisses your tummy reverently, leaving sweet kisses all over it while caressing it. You feel the baby giving him a kick and he responds with a final, loving peck.
“They too are quite energetic.” He notes, satisfied, “You keep giving me healthy and strong children. Thank you.”
He then reports his attention to your skirt that he slides down your hips and legs with ease. Still pouting, you close your legs shut to deny him, he chuckles again, sliding his hands between the flesh of your thighs and successfully opening them for him.
“Come on now, there is no need to be difficult, sweet thing. I know you love it when I go down on you.”
It’s true.
With him being so good at it, you can only love it in return. But he doesn’t want to entertain your fancy so you won’t entertain his. You cross your arms over your chest with a grumble.
“You are unbelievable, cheo Cha’cah. You act like a spoiled child.” You hear his smug smile in his voice, hidden behind your stomach. “But I know how to make you react, I know everything about you.”
You feel the cold air on your pussy as he slides your panties on the side, he blows on your clit playfully, sending a shiver down your spine again but you refrain from the whine that threatens to pass your lips.
“I will have you sing soon enough, my love.” He says with his usual confidence.
He takes a sloppy lick at your pussy and you greet your teeth together.
Do not make a sound! Do not make a sound! Do not make a sound!
Unimpressed by your headstrong attitude, he keeps licking your pussy lips lazily, like a tired, lascivious king, moaning his own pleasure for you.
He also knows that you absolutely love hearing him moan and groan, vocalizing his pleasure out loud, it goes straight to your empty pussy that starts to signify to you that it is scandalously empty.
He laps at your cunny slowly with the flat of his tongue, trailing your slit with his tip and sucking your nervous clit. You bite your lips and dig your nails into the flesh of your arms to maintain control over yourself.
“Your pussy is more honest than you are.” He notes, “It gets wetter to my touch while you childishly refuse to indulge.”
Oh, he’s one to talk about indulgence, mister frugal lifestyle!
“You do not! I am a dry ice cube! In fact I’m starting to get bored!” You manage to let out in a hurry before any tremors come to shake your voice.
Again he simply chuckles at you.
“You will break, my love.” He simply announces, kissing your sweet pussy between each word. “That is an absolute certainty.”
You’ll show him you can maintain control over your own person. You will not break!
But he is right on one point, your pussy does get wetter by the seconds, at you great damn.
You keep your jaws closed shut, froward. He resumes laving at your soft pussy that gets softer and softer as your blood travels south. You feel him spread your pussylips with his fingers to lick your hidden, tender flesh.
You feel your abdominals contracting at his sweet touch, and it didn’t escape him.
“Oh? Are those the first shivers of your undeniable pleasure?” He teases.
“I’m just cold.” You bite back
“Not for long, sweet thing. I will make sure of it.”
As he keeps licking your now dripping pussy you start hearing his purr resonating in the hut. He enjoys himself very much. He loves eating you out as much as you do, if not more. You suddenly feel his tongue entering your wet cavern and start tonguefucking you.
A single moan escapes you before you press your hand on your mouth. His purr drops down to deeper tones, sending shivers through your puffy, wet, walls, raising your hardly refutable pleasure…
“My little bird does not wish to sing for me? It is alright, I will have you crying, Cha’cah.”
And he starts fucking you harshly in retaliation, his tongue waving and grazing your G spot with such ease it is almost comical. His hand comes to flicker and press your clit, puffy with blood. He makes it roll between his fingers, titillates it consciously as he drinks your slick as he would drink water.
Maker those debauched sounds…
How the wet sounds of your little pussy and his grunts sound to your ears… This is highly depraved and debaucherous.
So exciting… Argh! Get a grip of yourself! Do not let him win!
He is… motivated, to say the least. He must have taken your vow of silence as a personnel challenge because he seems determined to have you cum hard and rapidly. He is eating you out with energy and a will you only encountered when you fought him in battle.
Despite your closed mouth, your uncontrollable whimpers can be heard well in this little room and it is the sweetest melody to his ears, only encouraging him to double his efforts. He eats you out enthusiastically, nastily, roughly, abusing your tender flesh with his swollen lips. He continues moaning without any shame, letting you know that he has no qualms enjoying himself to the fullest while you hold on to a childish pride.
Your dripping pussy convulses around his wet, flexible limb as he brushes your gummy spot with his tip expertly, making your pleasure rise more and more until it comes crashing down upon you. Your little cunny clenches painfully around his tongue and you come against his mouth and against your will.
“What a remarkably honest body you have, cheo Cha’cah. Letting me know everything I need to know without a fuss. Guiding me through your true desires so eagerly.”
“You’re full of yourself!” you spit out.
He gently kisses your thighs, licking you soft, plump flesh with a deep moan.
“Abandon your immature act and just enjoy yourself. Why deny yourself like that, little rebel?” He asks curiously
You do not respond like a mutineer.
“Sometimes I do not understand you.” He sighs.
He kisses your pussy reverently, like he gallantly kisses your hand before rising up to free his erection of his constrictive pants. You look away, stubborn, refusing to look at the member that used to give you so many orgasms before.
“You looking away will not impede the inevitable.”
You feel him coat his shaft with your essence, brushing his cock between your slit back and forth, soaking it with your slick. It brushes against your erected, nervous clit and you have to fight another mewl rising in your throat.
“Your body gives me so much pleasure, I am thankful to you, my love.” He lets you know with a tone of secrets, “We should indulge more, sharing such intimate moments is so important to build a healthy relationship. I know our sex life slowed down since we became parents, but I still look at you as a woman first, not only a mother, with all the desires and craving it implies.” He continues.
He’s trying to win you over! To make you lower your defenses! You’ll not surrender for some sugary words, you have more will than that! He sighs lasciviously and unfastens his long hair, letting them frame his handsome face and draping his large shoulders. You gasp at this gorgeous sight.
“I know you think I am trying to sweeten you. I am simply telling my truth.” He brushes his noses in the crook of your neck, caressing your full tummy so tenderly. “Even if you obstinate yourself to deny yourself pleasure for an infantile vagaries, it will not prevent me from doing my best to satisfy you as it is my duty, cheo Cha’cah.” He informs you as a sentence.
You close your eyes shut as he pushes himself inside you, his size making it difficult for your little pussy. You press your lips in a thin line as he splits you in two with his massive member.
“I missed how your little pussy strangles me.” He gasps, deeply satisfied.
He keeps pushing further, pushing your inner flesh apart until you feel his tip brushing your cervix deep, deep inside your most secret place.
You gulp, bracing yourself for what is to come.
“You are so tense, my love. You should relax.” He says tenderly, “There is no need to make the experience uncomfortable for you.”
“I am 8 months pregnant, I do not simply "relax "." You mock.
“A deep and warm orgasm should help you get more comfortable, my sweet. You can count on me.” He keeps offering you sweet words.
He starts moving, with shallow thrusts, taking it easy on your sore body. You breathe deeply through your nose, trying not to focus on the delicious sensations his ridges give you, how wonderfully full you feel with him inside, how right it feels to have your husband like that. A strangled yelp escapes you as he resumes teasing your clit with his hand as he thrusts into you.
“Give me your hand.” He orders softly.
You feel him trail your arm until he reaches your hand and intertwines your fingers together.
He deepens his thrusts, going deeper, slipping out almost entirely leaving just the tip inside and pushes it back in languorously, undulating his hips against yours.
You try so hard to fight back the waves of pleasure, tensing up your muscles under his inquisitive gaze, but he gives you so much, it is so hard to shield yourself completely when he puts so much energy and love in each of his thrusts, forcing you to endure the delight he offers. You feel tears building up behind your eyes.
You hiss as he rocks his hips with a quicker pace, sliding in and out easily thanks to your first orgasm, the waves of pleasure poisoning your veins and nerves ending.
“You are so reactive for someone who refuses pleasure.” He placidly notes, “You can try and hide as much as you want, you cannot lie to me, my love. I know you too well. Your body is an open book to me. Denying it is… useless.” He says, modulating his deep, melodious voice as he knows you prefer.
You shake your head vehemently.
“I experienced your body for years, sweet thing. I know it as well as mine. I studied it carefully, each and every single one of your reactions. I know how to please it, I know how to bring it to the verge of an earth shattering orgasm.”
He is so confident in his capacities to please you, you’ll give him that. He keeps rubbing your clit and you try to escape his sweet touch but he grasps your hips and impales you back on his cock, burying it to the hilt. You whine.
“You will not escape it.” It is as much a promise as it is a threat.
He accelerates his pace again, bullying himself into you without any mercy. Your cunny desperately tries to accommodate his size, clenching pathetically around his girthy shaft.
“Those are the reactions I like.” He says smugly. “Kiss me, cheo Cha’cah.”
He lowers himself to reach your lips but you turn your head away.
“Are you so cold hearted to deny me your lips?”
You grumble and swiftly kiss his cheek.
“Satisfied?” you bare your teeth.
“Thank you. But I hoped for more.”
You purse your lips but let him kiss you, you feel him purring against your mouth. You open your mouth and he enters it with his tongue to dance with yours. He squeezes your hand with his as he deepens the kiss, looming over your body. You growl in the kiss but feel his lips draw in a smile.
So you bite his lips in retaliation.
He licks the little bead of blood away, looking at you with a pleased expression.
“I love when you defy me.” He says lowly, keeping his hard pace, “I love it even more when it is clear you will lose.”
“I am losing nothing!”
“I have the clear memory of making you cum two minutes ago. And you will suffer another defeat in less than three. How does it feel, little rebel? Knowing your greatest efforts go to waste against a superior will.”
“Imperial dog!” You spit.
“Keep that energy up, my love.” He kisses your cheek.
He accentuates his hips action, making you squeal uncontrollably.
“Ca-Careful the baby!” You warn indignant.
“The baby is fine.” He replies with a mocking tone, “In fact, they can sense how good their mother feels. I reckon they must enjoy themself thoroughly with you squirming so desperately under my touch.”
“I… Fuck you!”
He snickers and raises on his knees, forcing your hips up in the air. He digs his fingers in the flesh of your plump hips to keep you in place, doing so he removed all control you had over the action. Now you are truly a victim of his will.
“Such foul language. I better understand Thaishi’s manners.”
He slows down the pace to give a circling motion of his hips to vary the sensations, making sure his girth rubs every sensitive spot in your vagina. You tremble terribly in his hands, like struck by lightning. You bite down your lips terribly to not moan.
To no avail…
“Ah yes, the sweet moans of my muse. It only motivates me to work harder for you.”
He plundges his cock deep, scratching every itch, making you sing against your will. You feel tears rolling on your flushed lips as you try to catch up your breath under such physical exercises.
He leans forward to lick your tears away, the salt tingling on his darted tongue deliciously.
“You are beautiful, my sweet. Crying your pleasure out loud like that.”
Embarrassed, you hide your eyes with one arm, only for him to grip it immediately to take it off.
“No, Cha’cah. You do not get to hide from me.”
“Pl-please finish soon…” You beg.
You have enough of this trial and humiliation, you’re too tired to get this beating. Something snapped in your stomach, begging for him to reach his climax and yours with it.
“Finishing this early? But I feel plenty full of ardor today, I had in mind to keep going for one or two hours more. Just to be sure you orgasmed correctly, I would hate to have you unsatisfied, my love, your enjoyment is my priority.”
You tremble, shaken by spasms, convulsing in pleasure, stiffness reaching all of your limbs as the waves of pleasure incapacitate you as they spread in your veins. You feel your little pussy gaping around his shaft desperately trying to keep him in.
“Okay… You won, I surrender. Please, finish soon..” You say panting, gasping for air at each of his powerful thrust.
“My, my, you are giving up so easily, my dear. But your wish is my command.”
He adjusts his position, and installs a break-necking pace. You’re being pushed against the mattress without mercy and you bite your tongue in the confusion. You cannot help the squeals escaping your pretty mouth while he moans in tandem with your plaints.
Your pussy clenches hard as you come, trying to retain him inside, strangling him just like he loves sending him over the edge. He slows down his pace and comes undone inside.
You’re shaking, crying, getting back from your high as he puts his forehead against yours, caressing your cheek.
“Cha’cah?” He calls in a whisper, “Are you alright?”
You nod, your visage hidden in your hands, catching your breath. He kisses your hands before taking them off your face and pecks your cheek and nose.
“Breath deep, cheo Cha’cah. Easy.”
He holds you tight, cradling your body tenderly.
“There… Breath. Everything is alright.”
You gasp, wiping your tears away.
“Oh Maker…” You whimper.
He brushes his nose with yours, his long hair framing his gorgeous face.
“Everything is fine, you are with me, my love.” He keeps soothing you.
A sigh mixed with a gasp escapes you as you feel your heart calming down in your chest. Thrawn keeps kissing your face tenderly, holding your cheek in his warm palm. He slips out of you, leaving you intolerably empty and slides to the side where he takes you in his arms to hold you close. You bury your face in his neck and breathe in his musk to calm down, his hand comes caressing your hair gently, appeasingly.
“I love you.” He murmurs.
“I love you too… “ You respond, exhausted.
“We should bathe.”
“I'm too tired… “ You complain, nudging against him
“Come on, ch'eo vir. Let me help.”
He rises with 8 months pregnant you in his arms and heads towards the river where he bathes you both conscientiously, laying you against his naked chest, surrounded by fresh water. You doze off, too relaxed to keep your eyes open.
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You were playing with Thaishi when you heard a familiar sound resonate through the air like a loud bang. Immediately, the sky darkens, the sun disappears and a weird silence takes place in the village, everyone looking up.
You raise your head, gulping, and Thaishi points to the large object in the sky.
“Mum, what's that?” she asks, as fascinated as she appears terrified.
Massive and large, the ISD floats over the village like a dark presage, brining death and fire with it.
“This is…” You start, feeling panic rising, “This is…”
The two headed serpent leave no doubt who’s ISD it is.
They’re here for Thrawn!
You pick up Thaishi in your arms precipitaly, making her yelp in surprise and run to your hut, hugging her tight. When you arrive you see Thrawn passing the doorframe in his white uniform, hair cut and black boot unsoiled.
You almost hit him with your speed, but you stop just in time.
“Thrawn!”
“I know, Cha’cah. Do not worry.”
“But… Where does this uniform come from? Why are they here? Why-”
“I managed to contact them.” He drops the bomb.
You look at him completely dumbfounded, at loss for words.
“What? But… How could you…”
He put his hands on your shoulders to ground you.
“Cha’cah, we are going home.”
You feel like the ground just opened under your feet and would swallow you whole. Your legs give up under you, in shock, but Thrawn catches you and Thaishi expertly.
“(Y/n)! Are you alright?”
“Mom?” Your daughter calls for you in the hands of her father, afraid.
You close your eyes.
You cannot believe it.
The day you feared the most came. You will be separated, torn apart, never to see each other again.
Some villagers came to you when you fell, Thrawn let you in their care, kissing your forehead and heading towards the Chief huts.
When you reopen your eyes, you are in the healer’s hut. You discard the wet fabric she placed on your forehead and go outside.
The ISD is here.
Ominous and threatening.
You reel for some steps before straightening yourself. Here you find Thrawn holding Thaishi, the Chiefs and a woman in an imperial uniform.
Where did he hide this perfectly neat uniform? During all those years he hid it from you, well tidied in a box, awaiting its hour. You suddenly feel a spick of ire in your vein at the sight of that clean white.
Thrawn turns towards you, and a light smile comes lightening his face.
“There she is. Commodore Faro I want you to meet Lady (F/n). My wife.”
Faro slowly bows to you, but something in her eyes displeases you.
She knows who you are.
She doesn’t recognize you as a crew member of Thrawn ships and the only other people present that day were Rebels.
She knows.
She gives a side glance at her Grand Admiral but abstains from any comments.
“Lady (F/n).” She politely but coldly greets.
“Everything is taking care of, Cha’cah.” Thrawn continues, “We will embark everyone on board and exit that planet.”
You turn your head to the chiefs, interrogating them with your eyes.
“We agreed to let your husband temper with the ship if he promised us to take us with you.”
“But.. You’ve been here for a millennia… This is your home… Your planet.”
“We are wanderers at heart, our place is flying through space, not remaining on a single rock.”
You turn back to Thrawn, mouth agape and tears behind the eyes.
“Thrawn… You cannot be serious…”
“Cha’cah.” He cuts you softly, “Our place is not here, our home and duties are away from this planet. It is time for us to go.”
You want to slap him across the face, scream at him, telling him that he will never know the child you bare, that he is killing this family.
“Leave me here with Thaishi.” You just say weakly.
You cannot resume your combat, you cannot fight your husband even if you know you’re in the right, you cannot say goodbye to your children and leave them alone.
“I am not leaving you on this backwater planet, love.” He warns, “We discussed this subject matter and agreed. Thaishi and the baby will be sent to the Ascendancy and live a safe life while we will go back to our responsibilities.”
“How can you say that?” You feel ire rising in your veins.
“We are both warriors. We both know our duties would supplant everything in our life.”
“Thrawn…” You beg.
He caresses your cheek and his thumb swipe one silent tear that rolls on your skin, you sob.
“Those four years have been a blessing. The miracle I stopped hoping for.” He presses his forehead against yours, looking you in the eyes with a sigh, “But the dream must end. It is time now to wake up and advance.”
“Thrawn…” Your voice is no more than a pathetic plea.
“I know, Cha’cah. I will never stop loving you and will cherish those memories I have with you both. But it is time…”
He extends his hand to you with a comforting smile while your image of him gets blurry with tears.
“Come home with me, my love?”
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