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“Well, you could let me take you home.”
Obi-Wan leaned his head on his laced fingers, eyeing the man up and down before tilting his head a little.
“I’m flattered, but I don’t think so,” he replied, “I’m afraid you aren’t what I’m looking for.”
“What is it you’re looking for?” the man said, leaning forward as he leered at Obi-Wan, “I could be whatever you want, baby.”
“Unfortunately, the one thing you can’t be is older than you really are,” Obi-Wan responded wryly, “But I do appreciate the effort, darling, and your attempt is noted. Unfortunately, calling someone only a year or so older than me Daddy just doesn’t do it for me.”
The man straightened, squaring his shoulders.
“I’m at least a decade older than you,” he said, “I just take care of myself.”
Obi-Wan squinted as he looked the man over again before shaking his head.
“No, I can’t do it,” Obi-Wan replied, “I need a deep voice or some grey in your hair or something. This—”
He gestured at the man’s form.
“—it just won’t work. I’m not jumping into bed with someone I can’t come with. That’s just a waste of our time, and then you’d cry, and it would just be a whole mess. Trust me.”
“I didn’t know sluts had such high standards,” the man replied as he sneered at Obi-Wan.
“Well, this slut doesn’t have many. It’s not my fault you can’t meet them, darling,” Obi-Wan said, smiling cutely at the man just to watch him fume.
“And you wonder why you’re sitting here all alone on a Zhellday night,” the man scoffed before he stood, shoving his chair in as he stalked off—presumably to his next victim.
“Triple shot of Corellian whiskey, neat.”
Obi-Wan raised a brow at the thick Concordian accent as he looked left of him, throat going dry.
The man standing at the bar was undeniably a bounty hunter, impossibly broad and tall with a modified sniper rifle strapped to him in addition to the belt full of weapons Obi-Wan clocked quickly—two blasters and a slugthrower on his belt next to a vibroknife and what looked to be a beskar blade with a well-worn wooden handle.
He was in a mix of traditional Mandalorian beskar armour and some dull, durasteel pieces that latched onto a well-fitting but worn-looking undersuit—though Obi-Wan couldn’t help but note he wasn’t wearing a complete set—but his appearance was what struck Obi-Wan dumb.
Piercings were lining the ear that Obi-Wan could see—tucked between salt and pepper hair that made heat stir in his gut—followed by a swath of tattoos down his neck that dipped below the high neck of his undersuit.
Thick corded muscle across his shoulders, chest, and arms stretched the fabric of his undersuit, leaving it looking almost a little sheer against his honeyed skin, and Obi-Wan’s mouth went a little dry as hazel eyes met his.
The man smirked, and Obi-Wan forced himself to look nonchalant as he lazily looked the man up and down like he hadn’t been staring.
“You’re cute,” the man said as he took the glass the bartender handed him, taking a sip as his eyes roamed up and down Obi-Wan’s form in interest, “Whatcha doing day-drinking on this lovely Zhellday?”
He leered a little as he leaned forward, sliding into a seat and smirking like the man knew just how he was affecting Obi-Wan.
“It’s nighttime now,” Obi-Wan said primly, taking a sip of his fifth cocktail, suddenly overly aware of how loose the alcohol had made his lips, “Surely you can’t call it day-drinking when it’s dark out.”
The man glanced out the windows and shrugged, taking another slightly larger sip of the drink he’d ordered as his eyes fell back to Obi-Wan.
“Hard to tell the time in my field of work,” he said as if any bounty hunter worth their salt wouldn’t know the difference between day and night on the planet they were supposed to be hunting their mark on.
“I see,” Obi-Wan murmured, “And what work do you do?”
He leaned forward to touch the man’s knee, making sure to give the man a good look down his shirt—bouncing a little to draw attention to the swollen tits inside of it.
The man’s eyes dropped to stare at Obi-Wan’s chest, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he stared—making no secret of what he was looking at.
“See something you like?” Obi-Wan purred.
“I see a lot that I like,” the man murmured as he looked Obi-Wan up and down again, shifting to sit a little wider to give Obi-Wan an eyeful of the growing bulge in his pants.
Obi-Wan glanced at the faded mating mark on the man’s shoulder.
“Do you have someone at home you like a lot too?” Obi-Wan asked, raising a brow.
The man didn’t even bother to acknowledge the mark.
“Mated to another Alpha,” he replied, “But we have an agreement. As long as I come home to him and he comes home to me, taking an omega into my bed isn’t an issue. We both like to let off steam occasionally, and I’m often away.”
The man looked him up and down.
“Besides, who could pass up something as sweet-looking as you? How long have you been breastfeeding, sweetheart? Those are some nice tits that you have.”
His hand slipped up Obi-Wan’s shirt easily, and Obi-Wan gasped softly as a gloved hand squeezed his tit hard enough that his cunt pulsed, his panties growing wet as the man leaned closer to him.
“You smell so sweet,” he murmured, “Maybe you’d let me give you what you need? I bet your cunt would love a nice, thick knot right about now. Is that what you’re out here for?”
Obi-Wan whimpered softly, nodding as the man smirked.
“Yeah? You look like you could use a strong alpha to give you something special,” he leaned forward, his mouth against Obi-Wan’s ear, “I’m not really a one-and-done kind of alpha, though. I’m going to need to borrow that sweet cunt of yours for at least a few hours tonight. What do you say?”
He was perfect.
Alpha enough to be attracted to an omega who was clearly breastfeeding but sleazy-looking enough that he’d probably bareback Obi-Wan against the bar if Obi-Wan asked him to.
“Daddy,” Obi-Wan pleaded quietly, cunt aching at just the thought of the man kriffing him.
“Yeah?” he asked, “You want me to be your Daddy, sweet thing? Guess we don’t have to bother with my name, then. Why don’t you give me yours?”
“Obi-Wan,” he answered.
“Okay, Obi-Wan,” he said, “Is your pup somewhere safe for tonight?”
Obi-Wan nodded.
“Good,” he replied, “Let me finish this drink, and then I’ll take you back with me. I’ve got a room with some of the best soundproofing I’ve ever found in an inn. But for now, why don’t you slip into my lap, sweet thing? I wouldn’t mind sipping whiskey and looking at the nice view.”
Obi-Wan obeyed immediately, slipping into the man’s lap so that he could press Obi-Wan against the bar and rock up against his cunt as the man held his hip so that Obi-Wan would have to feel the entire length of his cloth-covered cock against his cunt.
“I’d offer to let you have a sip, but should you really be drinking while you're supposed to be breastfeeding?” the man asked with a raised brow and then, “I guess it doesn’t really matter. S’not my kid.”
“I have a flusher that will completely clear it from my system in the morning,” Obi-Wan whispered, “It’s perfectly safe. I wouldn’t hurt my baby for something as silly as alcohol.”
“Oh, are you a good mama?” the man asked, and Obi-Wan whimpered, “Oh, do you like that? It’s okay, sweet thing, you’re a good mama. Just look how full those sweet tits are for your baby. I bet you look hot as kark when you’re feeding them.”
He pressed the glass to Obi-Wan’s lips. Obi-Wan took a sip, swallowing some of it softly as the button of his pants was flicked open with ease, the man’s thick fingers slipping into them to cup Obi-Wan’s cloth-covered cunt.
Obi-Wan couldn’t help but rock into the man’s touch, moaning softly as pleasure sparked up his spine, some of the whiskey dripping from his lips.
The man licked the whiskey as it ran down Obi-Wan’s neck—following the trail until he could kiss Obi-Wan hard, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling back.
“Mmm, you know I think the whiskey tasted better on your skin,” the man murmured, “Pull the shirt down for me a little and hold your tits together, would you?”
Obi-Wan felt like he couldn’t breathe as he obeyed the man, pulling his shirt down just enough so that the lace of his bra was visible and then pushing them together as the man watched.
His breath hitched as cool liquid hit his cleavage, and then he moaned as the man ducked his head down, lapping at the whiskey—uncaring of the audience they were starting to draw.
He pulled back, taking a sip and pressing his lips to Obi-Wan’s mouth to push it into his mouth, grinning against Obi-Wan’s lips as Obi-Wan swallowed it.
“Good boy,” he murmured, and Obi-Wan's hips jerked desperately into the hand that was cupping his soaked panties—his cunt throbbing against the touch at the thought of the man kriffing him.
“So pretty and obedient,” the man said. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, aren’t I?”
Obi-Wan nodded eagerly, his face flushed as the man poured more whiskey over his tits, lapping what didn’t soak into the bra that he was wearing.
“The best way to enjoy a drink,” he said, his breath warm as it hit Obi-Wan’s cleavage, smirking at Obi-Wan started to tremble for him, “On the tits of one of the prettiest omegas I’ve ever met in my life.”
It was probably a lie, but Obi-Wan didn’t care, half undressed in front of a bar and sitting in the lap of a man whose demeanour promised a hard, dirty kark and a cunt full of come in Obi-Wan’s future.
Obi-Wan gasped softly as the man started to kiss up his neck—sucking hickeys and nipping at the skin there as Obi-Wan rocked in his lap so hard that his soft, omega cock slipped out of his pants and brushed the man’s hand.
The man glanced down, took another long sip of whiskey, and raised a brow as Obi-Wan looked up at him.
“Are you in heat?” he asked, glancing down pointedly at Obi-Wan’s soft cock.
Obi-Wan flushed even deeper but nodded.
“Stress heat,” he agreed, throat dry at the thought of being denied, “But I’m on the shot and breastfeeding. You couldn’t get me pregnant if you wanted to. I just need a knot to take the edge off.”
“How long?”
Obi-Wan swallowed thickly.
“Since I gave birth and my alpha left me,” he murmured, looking down so that he wouldn’t have to look the man in the eye.
He didn’t mention he’d been through nearly a dozen alphas during his pregnancy—at the behest of his alpha, who always loved to watch Obi-Wan get kriffed by cocks that he could barely handle, preferring besalisks so that he could watch Obi-Wan plead on two cocks at once—plus another five or six since he’d given birth nearly three months ago.
Of course, none of those alphas had been able to quell the heat in Obi-Wan’s gut—not that he’d expect someone who wouldn’t stay more than two or three weeks to be able to. Still, he couldn’t help but hope, even if the idea of one of them staying for more than a short fling made Obi-Wan want to bare his teeth.
“How long will the heat last?” the man asked quietly, something changing in his voice—his tone soft and concerned.
Obi-Wan tried to ignore it, knowing the man was trying to play Obi-Wan into doing whatever he wanted.
Obi-Wan wouldn’t fall for it.
Not again.
“For as long as it lasts,” Obi-Wan replied, his voice a little hoarse, “I don’t know. I haven’t been able to stop it.”
Not for lack of trying; since Obi-Wan had hunted down every daddy-like alpha in the spaceport to come and take him to bed, spreading his legs like meiloorun jam in a desperate bid to stop the ache in between his legs and emptiness in his uterus.
Despite his insistence that he’d been filled very recently—and certainly didn’t need to be full again—his body had yet to get the memo, leaving his blood burning and his hole aching all day and night as he took care of his son.
“Hm,” the man hummed, “Tits together, baby.”
Obi-Wan pushed them together tightly again as the man dripped whiskey between them, bending down to lap at the liquid as he wiggled his fingers around Obi-Wan’s panties to rub against his hole.
Obi-Wan moaned loudly, not bothering to hide it. He rocked into the man’s touch desperately, their conversation forgotten as the man started to play with him.
“Since you’re in heat, how do you feel about going back to your place?” the man asked as he pressed tightly against Obi-Wan’s back.
He’d barely bothered to button Obi-Wan’s pants up after he finished his first whiskey—ordering two more and handing one to Obi-Wan with the order to throw it back with him and then he’d led Obi-Wan out of the bar, the front of Obi-Wan’s shirt still baring most of his tits to the cool air.
Obi-Wan bit his lip, thinking about how it would be to have the man’s scent in his nest and grabbed his hand, pulling him to turn off to the right before he could think better of it; the idea of a lingering alpha’s scent—especially one that smelled so good—in his nest too good an offer to turn up.
Obi-Wan’s apartment wasn’t much—but it was better than most of the shitty, cheap rentals on the spaceport, and he’d done his best to keep it clean and tidy.
The man stopped as Obi-Wan led him around the divider to where his bed was, blinking a few times as he looked at the space.
Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably.
“Is something the matter?” he asked, trying to focus through the throbbing in his core.
He was horny and desperate, and the man had called him good, and more than anything, Obi-Wan wanted to be on his hands and knees, getting his cunt reamed to Primeday.
“You’re in heat,” the man said, “But you haven’t built a nest, sweet thing.”
Obi-Wan shuddered at the pet name—half of him hating that he was responding to it at all—and then turned, frowning as he looked back at the man.
“That is my nest,” he murmured, “Perhaps it’s a little threadbare, but it serves its purpose just well, and I’m-”
He squirmed again as he felt himself getting wetter.
“-I’m not very concerned with it right now,” he finished, nipples aching against the bra that his tits were trapped in.
“Low maintenance,” the man nodded, more himself than anything. Then his mask of concern was gone, replaced with the heated, lecherous look, “Strip. Let me see you.”
Obi-Wan was pulling off his clothes before the man had even finished his sentence, tossing his clothes aside as he stood in front of the alpha, completely naked.
“I love an omega who knows how to take orders,” the man murmured, “And you’re so karking hot it’s not even funny. Turn around and put your hands on the bed, sweet boy.”
Obi-Wan obeyed, face flushing at the older man’s hum.
“Now widen your stance,” he ordered.
Obi-Wan followed his instructions, whimpering as the cold air hit his hot, swollen cunt.
“Wider.”
Obi-Wan trembled as he did, his whole body aching for the man.
“Kark, how pretty,” he said, stepping forward to squeeze Obi-Wan’s ass hard.
Obi-Wan moaned loudly, “Daddy, please.”
The older man pressed against his back, lips against Obi-Wan’s ear as he whispered.
“Please, Daddy, what?”
Obi-Wan whimpered.
“Please, Daddy, use my cunt,” he pleaded, “Please fill me up and trap me on your knot. I need it. I want to be your dirty slut. I want you to kriff my greedy hole until it can’t take anymore. I want to be spanked and punished.”
A hand found Obi-Wan’s throat and tilted his head until he looked into hazel eyes. The man’s face was so close to his that he could see the flecks of green in his eyes.
“Are you sure about that?” the man asked, “Because you react so sweetly when I call you a good boy—”
Obi-Wan jerked in the man’s grip as if to prove his point.
“—and that cunt looks so sweet and ready. Perfectly warm and plenty clean. Are you sure you don’t want to be my sweet little baby boy?”
The noise that left Obi-Wan’s mouth was a desperate plea for his offer, and the man smirked.
“I’ll still spank you if you want, sweet boy,” he whispered, “But why don’t you spend some time being Daddy’s perfect little cock warmer? I’ll give you a good, hard knotting, and then you can keep Daddy warm until he’s ready to go again?”
Obi-Wan knew that he shouldn’t.
No one in this spaceport wanted anything more than a dirty, hard kark with a slutty, breastfeeding omega that they could imagine they were trying to knock up. Obi-Wan shouldn’t get used to being called good if he didn’t want every kriff he found after this to be horribly disappointing, and still…
“Yes,” Obi-Wan agreed, closing his eyes as the man started to rock his hips into Obi-Wan’s ass, “Please, I want to be your good boy. Please.”
“Good boy,” the man praised, “That makes your Daddy so happy. This is how we are going to do things—”
He pulled back and sat down on the bed, pulling Obi-Wan over his knee. He wiggled his hand between them so that it was rubbing against Obi-Wan’s soaked folds, and Obi-Wan’s fingers twisted into the nest underneath him.
“You’ve obviously been being a bad little whore without your daddy here to help you,” the man murmured softly, brushing a piece of Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face, “So why don’t you let me give you a nice, firm spanking as an apology to your Daddy so that you can be my good boy again? Then we can help you through your heat, and you’ll be my sweet baby for the whole thing.”
“Okay, how many times have you had sex without your Daddy, sweet boy?” the man asked.
Obi-Wan whimpered, biting his lip.
“A lot,” he admitted weakly, “Over fifty.”
The man hummed in thought, a large hand finding Obi-Wan’s ass to rub—fingers occasionally running over the bottom of Obi-Wan’s cunt as Obi-Wan squirmed in his grasp, head getting fuzzy as he tried to be patient.
“I think fifty is too many spanks for that sweet little ass,” the man finally said, “So how about this? Your Daddy’s husband would probably have loved to see this, but he couldn’t come with him. How about Daddy agree to only twenty-five spanks if Daddy can film this to go to his husband?”
“Only to Daddy’s husband?” Obi-Wan confirmed, his throat tight.
It was a gamble he shouldn’t take, and he knew it. The man wasn’t exactly trustworthy, Obi-Wan was drunk as hell, and there wasn’t any telling where the holovid would turn up after the man left Obi-Wan.
“Only your Daddy’s husband,” the man agreed, “No one else. I promise, baby boy.”
“Okay,” Obi-Wan whispered, “Twenty-five spanks and a holovid for my Daddy’s husband.”
“You’re already being such a sweet boy for Daddy,” the man murmured, “Now, spread your legs a little wider for me.”
Obi-Wan was sure there was no blood left in his brain as he spread his legs further for the man, cunt aching and swollen against the man’s hand as he started to rub at it gently.
Obi-Wan saw the man hit a button on his armguard and heard a click. He turned to see the man’s helmet on the table across from Obi-Wan’s bed.
Obi-Wan swallowed thickly as he realized the man had probably planned this, and Obi-Wan had fallen for it like some stupid, kriffing virginal omega at a school dance.
The first smack against his ass broke him out of his thoughts. He cried out, rocking into the hand pressed against his cunt with a strangled moan, fingers digging into the sheets below him as his entire body shivered from the thrill.
Obi-Wan pressed his face into the bed as the man spanked the bottom of his ass—so hard that his entire backside stung from the force of it.
The spanks were so hard that they brought actual tears to his eyes, but then the man slipped two fingers into Obi-Wan’s cunt easily. He fingered Obi-Wan as he pressed his palm into Obi-Wan’s clit to keep him trapped on the edge between pleasure and pain as he spanked him over and over again.
His ass felt like it was on fire as the man delivered another hard smack between Obi-Wan’s cheeks. He let out a sob, desperately humping the man’s hand as a third finger dipped inside of his cunt to stretch him farther.
“Good boy, good boy, good boy,” the man above him panted softly, “That cunt’s so sweet, baby boy. You’re doing so well, getting it ready for your Daddy to pound into. How’s that feel, sweet boy? How’s that cunt feel?”
Obi-Wan’s cunt and ass were throbbing, his orgasm building too quickly for him even to say anything, sobbing openly as he came hard as the man gave his ass one last bruising spank.
Obi-Wan couldn’t stop crying as he humped the man’s hand desperately, cunt aching and his ass throbbing as the man fingered him through his orgasm, his fingers only stilling when Obi-Wan did.
The man gently pulled Obi-Wan so that Obi-Wan’s hips were straddling one of his thighs, tucking Obi-Wan against his chest as he rubbed his back gently, pressing kisses to his hair as he shushed him.
“It’s okay, baby boy,” he promised, “You did so well for your Daddy. Daddy forgives you for all the other cocks you took before him. You’re all better now. You can just be Daddy’s sweet little boy now.”
Obi-Wan clung to him as he let the alpha calm him down despite knowing he shouldn’t—that this was probably more than the man had bargained for when he’d brought Obi-Wan back to knot.
His cries died down to sniffles, and he looked up at the alpha, his chest feeling lighter than it had in years—before he’d married the deadbeat alpha who had left him alone with a pup to care for.
“Are you okay?” the man asked, and Obi-Wan nodded, fingers clenching into the man’s undersuit as he realized just how badly he wanted to be knotted.
“I want it,” Obi-Wan pleaded, “I want your cock in me. I want to be knotted.”
“Okay, sweet boy,” the man agreed, “Get on your hands and knees for me, and I’ll give you my knot.”
Obi-Wan scrambled to obey, pressing his face against the pillow as he arched his back to give the alpha a good view of his soaked, swollen cunt, wiggling a little to tease him.
The alpha smirked at him as he started to rub his cock through Obi-Wan’s soaked folds.
“You don’t mind a little come inside you, do you?” he asked, “Because it will feel so much better inside your cunt without it, and you said that you wanted to be full.”
Obi-Wan nodded eagerly, pressing his ass back against the man to try to speed him along.
“Kark, there’s nothing better than a hot, wet cunt desperate for a knot,” the man muttered, “You’re so damn pretty.”
He slipped in, and Obi-Wan cried out as the man’s cock started to split him in half, his cunt trembling around the length as the pain mixed with the pleasure of being full.
The man wasted no time, pounding into Obi-Wan relentlessly—his hips snapping against Obi-Wan’s bruised ass over and over again as Obi-Wan’s thighs started to tremble. The heat started to build in his gut again, and the relentless pressure on the spongey spot inside him punched noises out of his chest that he hadn’t known he could make.
It felt so good, the pressure on his rim already mimicking how a knot would feel inside him. Obi-wan couldn’t remember ever being karked so well in his life—his fingers twisting into the sheets as the man’s hands gripped his hips.
The alpha widened his stance as he focused on karking Obi-Wan deeper, the feeling leaving him breathless as his mouth fell open, his pussy desperately trying to keep the man inside of him despite the way he was stretching Obi-Wan to the brim.
“Kark, that’s cunt’s so good. What a good boy you are for me, just laying there and taking my cock so well. How does it feel, baby boy? Is this what you need?”
“Yes, yes,” Obi-Wan panted desperately, “Kriff, it feels so good. You feel so good inside of me. Oh, it’s so good. It’s never been this good.”
The alpha’s knot started to catch at Obi-Wan’s rim. He yelled hoarsely as the pressure started to hurt—only for the endorphins to wash it away as the man’s knot fully inflated, plugging Obi-Wan up as the first wave of come filled him.
The man moved them to their sides, sneaking a leg under one of Obi-Wan’s to spread them as his fingers dipped down to play with Obi-Wan’s clit.
Obi-Wan jerked desperately in his arms as the man found it right away—hardly able to believe it had been so easy for him as he started to rub circles on it, pushing Obi-Wan over the edge as he came, cunt quivering around the alpha’s cock as he whimpered.
“That’s it,” he whispered as Obi-Wan trembled in his arms, stimulating him through his entire climax, “That’s it. You did so well for me, sweetheart. You’re so good for me, and now you get to come just like all good boys do.”
“Oh, kriff,” Obi-Wan whimpered, looking down at how the alpha’s knot had him spread to his breaking point, his cunt looking comically small against the monstrous knot that was stretching his aching hole.
“Yeah? I guess you weren’t paying much attention to the size when you shoved your pretty little head into the pillow,” the man acknowledged, “I’m not even sure you realized I was taking off my clothes.”
“Feels amazing,” Obi-Wan murmured.
It was the best thing Obi-Wan had felt in what seemed like forever. Even his alpha hadn’t felt this good—and he’d favoured finding the largest alpha races that he could kriff Obi-Wan during his pregnancy, which hadn’t been particularly pleasant even if he’d been a desperate knot slut for the entirety of it.
But this alpha was warm against his back, wrapped around Obi-Wan almost possessively as he rubbed gentle circles into one of his hips, his face tucked into Obi-Wan’s neck.
He wished he could stay there forever, tucked in the man’s arms and stuck on his knot as the pleasure made his head feel happily fuzzy.
“Oh, that’s so kriffing hot,” the alpha groaned suddenly. Obi-Wan opened his eyes, making a noise of confusion until he saw what the man was looking at.
The alpha’s fingers found his leaking nipples, playing with them so that more milk would bead to the surface as he rocked back and forth inside of Obi-Wan’s cunt, the sensation making Obi-Wan start to grow wet again for him.
“You’re so pretty like this,” the alpha murmured, “What did I do to deserve such a perfect little thing around my knot? You’re like a dream.”
Obi-Wan flushed, pushing at the man’s shoulder in embarrassment as the man nuzzled into him.
Alphas were always such sweet talkers once they’d knotted someone—saying anything and everything they thought might get them another round inside of whatever omega they were trying to kriff.
“What?” the man asked, “You don’t think your cunt looks pretty wrapped around my knot? It’s trembling, baby boy, and somehow it’s still greedily sucking at it like I might take it away from you.”
“All alphas are the same,” Obi-Wan muttered, “You say the most embarrassing shit when you’re knotting someone. It’s like the endorphins make you stupid.”
“I’ve got an omega who smells like heat and milk on my cock,” the man replied, “You’ll have to excuse any stupid shit I say. How can anyone think with a desperate, breastfeeding omega on their knot?”
Obi-Wan huffed as the man wrapped around him tighter, playing with his sore nipples as he watched in fascination as the milk beaded and dripped onto the nest under them.
“I don’t know,” Obi-Wan said, “I’m thinking, and I’ve got the largest cock I’ve ever comfortably taken shoved inside my pussy and filling me up with come.”
The alpha jerked forward, and Obi-Wan cried out, squeezing his thighs together as he came again, face flushing crimson.
“How long did you say you can go again?” Obi-Wan asked, and the alpha smirked against his shoulder.
“How long do you have? I can leave you gaping by morning if you let me,” he offered, and Obi-Wan moaned softly, cunt squeezing around him at the offer.
“I’ve got until sunrise,” Obi-Wan replied, “My cunt is yours until then.”
“Perfect,” the man murmured, “You’re going to need bacta in the morning, though.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Obi-Wan whispered before he fell asleep.