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Red Rose

Flowers for Ishtar, Chapter 3

(Nonhuman!Mando x f!reader)[+18]

They weren’t ugly eyes by any means, but they definitely weren’t yours, and for the first time in days you felt the gravity of the situation bearing down on you.

Something was very, very wrong with you.

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Rating: Explicitly fucking weird as all get out

Word count: 14k whoopsie

Content warnings: Oh BOY. Canon-typical violence, human-to-alien transformations, possessive mando, one (1) mostly lighthearted medical exam complete with chapter-specific oc, birthing/spawning. Big Decisions, Big Feels, BIG FUCKING ANGST. More breeding, more things going in things and it feeling good, funky wigglers, and the strangest smut scene I've ever tried to put together.

A/N: The final chapter(???)! Woohoo! What a wild ride, and it's about to get wilder. I really poured some of my personal struggles into this and it's gonna be really ouchy hurty for a bit but I %100 do not do sad endings so be strong with me! I think writing this has officially turned me to the dark side of writing Weird Fuckedup Shit and you know what? I'm ok with that! If you like my freaky deeky work, feel free to ask for more >:3 Anyway, good luck and have fun, and I'll see you in the light at the end of the tunnel ❤

There’s no such thing as darkness on Nevarro.

Even in the dead of night there is a persistent haze of light, filtering through the low-hanging clouds of volcanic gas. No moon illuminates the lava flats, only the red, pulsating glow of magma breaking up through the ground, rivers of crimson undulating through the night; the planet's life-blood spilling and coagulating into sheets of obsidian.

The pyroclastic gravel crunches under your boots as you move through the city, between the narrow, ashy alleyways that pockmark the quiet streets. The molten luminescence of the sky fades behind you as you and your companion duck into a hidden stairwell, the inky void of the sewer swallowing you both whole.

It’s cooler down here than on the surface, but the metallic tang of sulfur is just as strong, maybe even stronger. You pulled the collection of cloaks you wore tighter around your rounded body, hiking the one tied as a skirt around your waist up so as not to trip down the stairs, but even if you did you knew the monolith of beskar leading the way would catch you if you fell.

The Mandalorian would never let anything happen to his precious buir’ika.

You always felt safe with your partner, but as you ghosted behind him through the long, desolate tunnels running under the city you couldn’t help the anxiety that welled up in your throat. Though your wide hood covered your face almost to the point of blinding you, you could still catch the occasional chatter of other mandos that you passed, their hushed curiosity making you nervous.

Din walked ahead of you, but just barely, as if a few paces between him and a cloaked stranger would keep suspicions low. The light from the streetlamps high overhead streaked over his beskar like shooting stars every time he passed under a grate, unwillingly drawing the hidden eyes of his clan members and making their curiosity burn. It was none of his creed-sibling’s business what their best hunter was up to, but he knew if he walked with you under his arm they would circle like vultures, eager to know who his special new friend was. That’s where he wanted you though, close to his body, wrapped tightly in his arms where he could squeeze your waist and hold your hand.

Show everyone that you belonged to him.

He knew it was selfish, and wrong, but that’s what he really wanted, to rub everyone’s noses in his accomplishment, to let everyone know whose clutch you were carrying and who had put it in you. The possessiveness that had started to fester in his heart like a beautiful infection surprised him, and it was making him feel stupid and arrogant. Prideful. He knew it was a dangerous feeling to harbour, but fucking Maker he couldn’t let it go, and the longer it spilled like summer spicewine over his ribs the more he wanted it to stay.

But no, you were not his, and surely after all was said and done he would never see you again, off to chase the stars wherever they led you and far, far away from him and his toxic ilk. Tonight he was coming to his clan leader under the cloak of night and shame to find a cure for your illness, to find a way to purge the poisoned eggs from your womb before they changed you irreversibly, or worse. He knew she would have the answers, but stars fucking help him, he was not ready to face the judgement of his Alor.

You could hear the steady beat of her hammers long before you entered the antechamber of the forge, the golden matriarch burning the midnight oil, working the sacred beskar to be wrought anew. Ghostly forgelight flickered in the corners of her visor, winking in and out like watchful eyes, all seeing and all knowing.

Din held his hand out to you, helping you lower yourself into a kneeling position at the little table that marked the threshold of the warrior queen’s domain. It was difficult with your full womb, but your partner didn’t let you falter, easing you down onto your knees before he joined you at your side, awaiting the forgemaster’s audience.

She didn’t seem to notice you at first, but you were told to expect this, so you waited in respectful silence as if your heart wasn’t trying to explode out of its cage. The ironsong of beskar on beskar rang loud and true throughout the antechamber, the ring of it reverberating through your hollow belly and rippling up your spine. Beside you Din was still as a statue, only his breathing giving away the fact that he was still among the living, though his rigid posture told you he would rather die than explain the situation to the awe inspiring woman before you. You fought the urge to reach out to him, to touch him, let him know you were there, that you were alright, but the intricate rituals of his heritage had to be observed.

The negotiations would be delicate.

“Outsiders are not permitted in the Forge.” Though she didn’t turn from her craft as she spoke, her commanding voice carried far beyond the sewer’s stone walls, echoing with graceful authority well beyond the reaches of the Nevarran deep. “Why have you brought this one here?”

“We need your guidance.” Din stated flatly, his voice striving to stay strong, but under his words you heard the wavering edge of fear, tinting his voice like a shadow. “My partner is… sick.”

“Then take them to a healer.”

Din’s helmet shook defiantly. “I don’t trust the town medic to help her. She’s… um…”

His hesitancy is what finally got the armorer's attention, firelight dancing in her black, angular eyes as her helmet snapped towards the pair of you. She sank her calipers into the crucible, retrieving the slab of beskar she had been working with and setting it aside, her curiosity too piqued to mould it any longer. Her leather boots made no noise as she crossed the room to you, her helmet tilting this way and that, trying to gauge what possible illness would require her diagnosis.

You swallowed dryly around the slab of dried meat that seemed to be sitting in your mouth as she approached. She couldn’t be much taller than you, but kneeling on the floor at her feet made her look like a giant, her authoritative presence magnified tenfold by the fur mantle draped over her broad shoulders. You tried to look away, shriveling up under the cloak’s hood as if you could vanish into the heavy linen, but her impressive hammer came up to rest just under your chin, bringing your face up into the light of her judgement.

If you weren’t so close to her, so close that you could see every thread in the quilting of her gloves, so close you could see the spackles of slag dotting her boots, so close that you could smell the burning, sulfurous odour of a lifetime before the anvil, you would have missed it. It was imperceptible, but there, kneeling at her feet, you were just close enough.

To see her flinch.

“You found one?” Her unbreakable voice flickered between awe and surprise, a tone you didn’t expect from one so formidable. She pulled the hammer from your chin, nearly dropping it on the low table to free her hands. The matriarch held your head between her thickly-gloved palms, tilting your face so that the forgefire caught in your eyes.

Your new eyes.

Mando brought them to your attention almost the second night had fallen, waking you up softly from your nap even though his voice was laced with worry. You’d rolled out of his bed like a little princess, fresh as a daisy and hungry for your dinner, but instead you were greeted with a fidgety, stuttering, apologetic Mandalorian. He’d taken off his breast plate and shined it to a radiant sheen, the mirror-like finish probably taking him hours to achieve, and it was now so impeccably clean that you could clearly see your face in it.

But it wasn’t a face you recognized.

The belly full of eggs was one thing, you’d practically begged for that, the swelling of Din’s clutch bringing with it the fun new ability to spill milk from your softly glowing nipples, though their light long since faded after his mouth had left them. You could handle the fact that your partner’s bright blue bits could bite you if he felt threatened by your touch, but his fanged folds were more apt to devour you lovingly whenever you sank your fingers into his snatch. The insatiable hunger, the breeding madness, the gas, you could handle all that.

But you weren’t sure if you could handle your reflection.

Staring back at you from the beskar were two wildly inhuman eyes, and like nothing you had ever seen. In the silver of his armor sat two brilliant opals, shimmering back at you like pools of frozen moonlight, made even brighter by the wine-dark markings spreading under your brows. The flickering of your ridiculously adorable, heart-shaped pupils made the pearlescent spheres glitter with the faintest streaks of pink and cyan, radiating towards the spiderwebbed rim of your irises where they darkened to indigo and navy blues, spilling threads of prismatic ivory across your near-black sclera.

They weren’t ugly eyes by any means, but they definitely weren’t yours, and for the first time in days you felt the gravity of the situation bearing down on you.

Something was very, very wrong with you.

You blinked up at the matriarch from the floor, wincing when you caught the flash of a secondary pair of eyelids cross your sight that definitely hadn’t been there when you went to sleep. Beside you Din sighed, broken and defeated like a kicked puppy. “No, I didn’t find one. She’s human.”

“She doesn’t look human.” At that you tried to avert your eyes, but she held you strongly between her palms, her obsidian stare cleaving right through your very soul. Though the loose cloaks you wore hid your distended shape well, the warrior queen’s gaze still caught the bulge that stood out over your bent knees. She let go of your face to prod at your belly, a soft gasp whispering through her modulator. “She’s pregnant.”

Din had never wanted to curl up and die so badly in his entire fucking life. “No she… she volunteered to help me with my heat.” You tore your eyes away from the woman’s inspection to glare at Din, a plum scowl crinkling your brows. “She’s carrying my unfertilized eggs, and they’re… poisoning her, changing her into… into…”

“Into one of your kind.” She whispered, her noble demeanor flecked with shock. “How… how is that possible?”

“I don’t know, but they need to come out. She’s having other symptoms and I’m afraid the changes her body is going through will… hurt her, or worse.”

“It doesn’t hurt, Mando.” You whispered reassuringly, reaching out to him. He didn’t hesitate to grab your hand with a gentle squeeze before he let it go again, reluctant to show affection in front of his clan leader.

“What you have done is very foolish, especially out of riduurok.” She scolded, fixing him with a steely glare. Her gloved hands found yours and pulled you carefully to your feet, your partner rapidly following suit to hold you steady. “This one is strong though, and would make a fine riduur- if she survives. I hope that since you two have already consummated, you will soon-”

“HA!” A violent bark of laughter startled you from behind. You whipped around to see an enormous mando leaning against the archway that led into the forge, blocking the vision of a handful of other armored warriors that had been eavesdropping on the conversation. Though your Mandalorian easily dwarfed you, this one made Din look tiny. “You let him put that thing inside of you?! Are you crazy!?”

“Fuck off, Vizsla.” Din growled, broadening his shoulders and putting himself in between you and the newcomer. “This doesn’t concern you.”

The extra-beefy mando ignored Din, jabbing a finger at you. “How much did you pay this little whore to take your fucked-up dick, Djarin? Probably not nearly enough. She’s pretty, though, I’ll give you that. Too pretty to let you pump her full of your fucking spawn.” Your face went hotter than the center of Nevarro with embarrassment and rage, but Din was faster on the comeback.

“You don’t get to talk to her like that.” Din snarled, marching up to the towering mando, seething with possessive rage.

Vizsla laughed, crossing his arms. “Oooh what’s wrong, freak? Did I hurt your feelings? Or are you just jealous of how well a real man would fuck her tight little pussy?” The big blue mando made a crude display of palming his crotch. “C’mere, babygirl, bet I can make those pretty eyes’a yours roll back while you choke on my d-oof!!”

Din rammed a black and silver fist into the mando’s unarmored side, making him double over, the wind rushing painfully from his lungs. Quick as a viper, Din grabbed the warrior's helmeted head and slammed him into the wall, sending chunks of stucco skittering across the floor. Vizsla stumbled, found his footing, and lunged, plowing headlong into your Mandalorian, taking him across the room.

Din’s dorsal plate hit the wall with force, bringing a black cloud of soot down from the ceiling onto the pair of fighters. Your Mando snapped his head forward and rang the assailant's bell, but even disoriented the big dude could still throw a punch, copying Din’s move and aiming right for the spleen. You heard Din grunt from the pain, then a screech of a vibro on steel. Sparks flew out between the pair from a knife slicing up the broader chestplate, fanning sprays of wicked fire. Din struck out against the warrior, his aggression fueled by unbound fury, pushing and pushing the other through the room until the backs of his knees met the crucible’s voracious maw.

Phantasmal forgefire danced over the vorpal blade’s wild edge as it was pushed up into the fabric protecting Vizsla’s throat, the sapphire light pulsating across Din’s silvery beskar with each ragged breath. “I said you don’t talk to her like that. Do you understand me?” Venomous words seeped out of Din’s modulator like poison, so thick with malice you felt every hair on your body stand on end. The knife sunk closer to the larger warrior’s jugular, forcing him to lean back into the ravenous smelter, hungry flames licking up his backside.

Vizsla nodded, and for a moment you thought Din would kill him anyway, his shoulders broadened, stance wide, fist clenched around the handle with bone breaking strength. The blue-armored warrior put his hands up defensively. “Yeah.. I understand.”

“Apologize.”

“...I’m sorry.”

“Apologize to HER.” Mando pressed his palm into the infantryman’s chest, threatening to toss him right into the fire if he didn’t slice his throat open first.

“Ok ok I’m sorry… miss.” He stammered, his wide-rimmed visor tilting your way. The air was thick with tension and silence, save for the low roar of the forge and the desperate breathing of the two Mandalorians.

“She is MINE, and If you ever speak to her like that again I’ll cut your tongue out and choke you with it.” Din’s baritone growled from deep in his chest, reverberating with the ferocity of a wild, territorial animal, leaving no room for argument. Reluctantly, your partner withdrew his blade and stepped back, releasing the other from his deathgrip. Grumbling, the defeated soldier stormed past you, barging through his creed-siblings that were hanging outside the archway. The small crowd took one look at the unbelievably furious man bristling in the firelight and scuttled away into the darkness, unwilling to face your companion's ire lest it burnt them alive.

The vibroblade found its way into its sheath before Din was coming back to you, not caring any more if his Alor saw him show you affection after such a display of jealousy. He brushed a hand down your cheek, the other squeezing your shoulder, making you suddenly realize that your own arms had been wrapped defensively around your belly, instinctively protecting it. You nodded when he asked if you were alright, the cool iron of his helmet tapping softly against your brow.

His visor tilted towards the Alor, awaiting her final judgement. She nodded, the same stiff, singular nod that Din often used and pointed with her hammer towards one of the archways leading away from the forge.

“You have my permission to see the Physician, but the next time you bring an outsider to kneel before my forge I expect there to be oaths exchanged. This is The Way.”

“Thank you.” Din’s helmet bowed respectfully, and you swore you saw the fabric around his thoat bob with a swallow. You made an awkward curtsy as well and took Din’s outstretched arm to lead you through the sewers, the firelight dancing down the tunnel for only a little ways before it was plunged into darkness. A flashlight flickered to life on the side of your partner’s helmet, illuminating the way through the desolate corridors.

“Hey, Din?” You asked quietly after a while, squeezing the inside of his arm. “Um ...Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For… I don't know, protecting my honor or something?”

“This is The Way.” He stated with rehearsed candor, the grip on your arm tightening when you stumbled over a loose stone. “And Vizsla is a jerk. He needs to be put in his place sometimes.” You giggled at that, it was a much-needed relief to hear him joke, especially now that you were coming up on a large, foreboding door.

“What’s a Djarin? That some kind of mando insult?”

“No, well, coming from him I’m sure it is. It’s my name.”

“I thought your name was Din?”

He laughed softly. “Djarin is my last name.”

“Oh, ok, Din Djarin.” You chided, goading him with your elbow, trying to shake off the idea of how well your own name would pair with his. The girly thought spurred another one, one that siphoned heat straight from your heart and up to your cheeks. “Why’d you say... what you said back there?” You asked softly, watching Din’s helmet tilt with a questioning roll. “That I’m… yours?”

“I got… defensive. You don’t belong to anybody.” He said with a huff, avoiding the question. “I’m… sorry about all this.” Din whispered tentatively, laying his hand on your middle, gliding his palm over your swell lovingly. “I… I never wanted any of this to happen. If I’d known they’d get stuck in you, that they’d... change you into something you’re not, I would have never-”

“Is there someone out there?” A voice called from behind the door, the latch jingling and making you jump. “Goodness gracious this blasted door…” You both stepped back, allowing the heavy barricade to fall open, flooding the gloomy tunnel with warm yellow light.

On the back of the door a short, portly Mandalorian clung to the knob, stumbling as the thing swung wide until Din caught it. “Ope! Clumsy me! Well hello dearies!” she beamed, finding her footing. She didn’t look anything like the other mando’s you had seen, for one you could tell she was a Twi’lek, her tightly-curled lekku protruding out of the openings on the top of her helmet like cinnamon rolls. Her visor was also unique; instead of the sharp, angular T visors you’d grown accustomed to, hers was composed of two circular, bulging orbs, giving her a somewhat insectoid appearance. Her helmet was dark purple with stripes of copper, the color scheme matched by the few other small pieces of armor she wore over her blacks, the muted tones contrasting harshly with her sunshine personality.

“We’re sorry to bother you this late, Physician, but we need your help.”

She swatted at your partner, her fat little hands smacking his wrists playfully. “Dinny you know you don’t have to call me that!”

“Sorry, Fizzy.”

“Better!” She chuckled, stabbing her fists to her hips with a joyful tilt of her head. “Silly boy, always so kriffing polite. Who’s your friend y’got here?” Her lekku bobbed when she cocked her head at you, her hands already going for your face. “Oh my stars and ganders! You found one! Where in the galaxy did you come from, pumpkin? Come in come in, let’s take a look’atcha.” She tugged you into her chamber, her bewildering strength nearly pulling you off your feet.

The medic’s sanctuary was surprisingly pleasant. Even as deep as it was hidden in Navarro’s sewers there still seemed to be a ray of sunshine shining on every corner from the artificial windows. Potted plants draped and flourished from multiple surfaces, sitting on tables or hanging off of shelves. There was a soft, well-loved chair in one corner next to a bookshelf loaded down with actual, flimsi-filled books between data cubes for the holocorders. You caught the sound of bird song being played over the babbling water of a fountain, but the pleasant melody was swept away by the doteing doctor.

“My goodness, let’s get you into the light here, chickpea.” She waddled you further into the sanctuary towards where she practiced her healing arts. From the ceiling a large spider-like contraption hung, it’s legs each bearing a different instrument over top of a low examination chair. On the wall opposite a multitude of mystery jars and bacta infusions was a poster of a tooka hanging from a tree with the phrase ‘hang in there’ written in Basic below it. You didn’t get much of a chance to laugh at that, being interrupted by the Physician pulling a light into your opalescent eyes. “Such pretty peepers! Dinny, where did you find her?!”

Din sighed, though you weren’t sure if it was from having to explain himself a second time or because he kept getting called ‘Dinny’. He went through the painstaking rigmarole of telling the story again, the Physician’s helmet snapping between you and him with each and every incriminating little detail.

“Gracious...” She took your hand, patting it reassuringly and helping you to sit up on the examination table. “Let’s getcha up here and take a look-see. Oh don’t look so embarrassed, you’re not the strangest thing I’ve had in here. You ever see a fledgling Mythrol evacuate their thorax? Didn’t think so.” She practically yanked your cloak collection off and left you naked as a jaybird under the blazing white lights, save for your gravel-encrusted booties.

Instinctively you tried to cover yourself up, but your arms did little to hide your voluptuous curves. “Damn, Physician, at least buy me a drink first before you start tearing my clothes off.”

“Maker’s mandibles, stop calling me that! You can call me Fizzy, too.” Her bubbly demeanor helped to make you feel more comfortable, though in the corner you could see your partner pacing the room, not entirely sure what to do with himself. The doctor clicked a button on the side of her helmet, summoning a light and a magnifier from the ear piece. “Follow my finger.” You did as she asked, letting her see your unusual eyes up close, their shimmer reflecting back to you in the bubbles of her visor. “Fascinating. Is your vision altered at all? No? That’s good. Blink for me...oh! Two pairs of eyelids! How long have you had those in there? This afternoon? Stars above.”

The Physician prattled on, going over your eyes and poking at your breasts, giggling a bit when you told her about their new tricks before making her way down to your more obvious affliction. She pulled a hanging viewscreen from the spider-legged contraption hanging from above, then found a scanner from somewhere under the table. “Alright my love, let’s see what’s going on in here, lay back for me.”

You shifted to get more comfortable on the table, but under the bright examination lights you could see your on-going changes more clearly. The wide stretch marks were spanning the entire width of your sides, the wandering purple patterns reminiscent of a cuttlefish, the tiniest lights starting to flicker in their heliotropic depths. The colorful hues were drowned in red when Fizzy fired up her scanner, making slow, calculative sweeps over the swell of your womb.

“Okie dokie, there’s all the eggs. My goodness Dinny, how’d you get all those in there?” Your partner’s spine went ram-rod straight with embarrassment, though you didn’t look any better with your bright red face. “Now this is quite the pickle! No, literally, I see a pickle!” She pointed to something long and pickle-shaped on the screen. “That’s an ovary, it’s not supposed to look like that… oh I see where it’s going. It’s headed riiiiight over here…” She pointed out some muscular looking structure. “Is that… is that what I think it is? Stars above sweetie, I think you’re growing an ovipositor!”

You could hear the sparks of your brain short-circuiting, gears grinding to a halt. “I’m what now?”

She waggled her pointer finger downwards. “That thing Dinny’s got sticking out from his snoochie, which I’m guessing you're familiar with. Yes I’ve seen it, I’ve seen everyone’s bits’n bobs in this convent, it’s my job. Never thought I’d see another one though! And look at the size of it, that thing’ll be pumping out eggs in no time! Legs up! Let’s take a gander under the hood.”

You weren’t sure if you were going to laugh or cry, but you chose giggling when you looked to your partner, the distraught Mandalorian so far in the corner he could almost be part of the wall. You were thankful that you’d taken the time to shower before leaving the Crest, but you still felt unbelievably self conscious when Fizzy hiked your legs up into a pair of stirrups that popped out from the table’s edge. “Now then! Oh my yes you’re already quite engorged, that won’t be a cute little bean much for longer. How bout these, is this painful at all?” She brushed her gloved hand against something on your folds.

“No, it doesn't hurt, what’s-YOWCH!! Fizzy what the hell?!” Whatever she pushed on stung, and you nearly kicked the medic in the bucket for it.

“Baby teeth! Well, tooth, sorry sweetie it just broke the skin, and it looks like you’ve got a couple more on their way. I’ll stop pokin’ at’em, but I do want to poke in here a second…” You heard the -splurt- of lube, then felt the chill of it being pushed inside you. “Sorry sorry sorry, I know it’s cold, it'll warm up.” She curled her finger this way and that, pressing it into your walls. “Feel that? These little rough spots? Those are your spermatophores developing, and they’re coming in quick!” She pulled her finger from you, making you shiver from more than just the cold lube.

“I have… spermatophores?” You squeaked, still trying to wrap your head around the ridiculousness of things. “But I have an implant?”

“Interesting, I wonder if that’s why you haven’t been able to pass the eggs naturally. Stars above this is incredible! A human undergoing speciatial metamorphosis from carrying the eggs of another! What an amazing universe we live in, I’d love to study-”

“Fizzy.” Din growled, though the grating timbre of his voice couldn’t nullify the hilarity of the nickname. “Get them out of her, please, before it becomes permanent!”

“Righty-o! Sorry pumpkin, I got carried away. I’ll get those out of there lickty-split.”

“Wait!” You shouted, sitting up from the table. “Din, you said you can’t fertilize your own eggs, but maybe… maybe I could?”

“Hmm…” Fizzy pondered, tilting her buns. “Possibly! Though with that implant I doubt you’re even producing sperm, just growing the necessary organelles. Once they fully develop, however-”

You jabbed your wrist out at her. “Deactivate it.”

She hummed with concerned disapproval. “The implant might be the last thing keeping you human, it’s slowing down the transformation process, and I fear once it’s turned off your body may start to reject-”

“I said deactivate it!” You pleaded, waving your arm with intent. “I want to… pfft, donate my… sperm. Fuck me I can’t belive I just said that.” You laughed, squashing your palms into your illustrious eyes.

“Oh Maker no, now her mind is going too!” Din whined with fresh panic, closing the remaining distance between you, his hands hovering just out of reach of touching your skin. “Cyar’ika I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you, but it’s almost over, you’ll be back to yourself in no time.”

“Dammit Din I’m not wackadoodle, I’m fine, and I want to do this for you. Let me do this for you!”

“But… but cyar’ika, if you do that, i-it might… might be permanent. Or what if-”

You reached out to him, stealing his fidgety hand. “The only ‘what if’ you should be considering is what if it works? What if you didn’t have to be the last of your kind anymore? What if I could give you a youngling? Or, shitballs, by the looks of that screen I could probably give you a dozen. You don’t have to keep me around afterwards, if you don’t want to.” He looked down at you with that infinite, black hole stare of his, his shoulders droopy from carrying the weight of his emotions. His gloved hand came up to your cheek, his thumb tracing the darkening stripes forming under your eye.

“But… your face? Your body! Don’t you want to be human?”

You cocked a brow at him with a wayward smile. “Humans are boring. They’re the most widespread species in the galaxy, but there’s only one of you. Well… two now, maybe even more! Besides,” You reached up, holding his hand under yours where it was pressed to your face, nuzzling into his palm. “Now I get to see what you look like without losing my head. Sounds like a win-win to me.”

He shook his head, brushing a wayward lock of hair from your brow. Behind his visor he was searching your eyes, your beautiful, chromatic, pericardial eyes for any hint that you were telling him lies. Just a flicker, a shadow of a thought that you were reluctant to follow through with the transformation, to become one of his kind and no longer your own just to give him the gift of life. He searched and searched, just like the first time he’d hunted in your eyes for resistance, fear, disgust, anger. But once again he didn’t find any of those.

What he found, was hope.

His breath caught in his throat, a fluttering noise like a trapped bird, caged by the gravity of what you were offering him. He managed to choke out a single word: “...Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why… why would you sacrifice being human… f-for me?”

“I know you’d do the same thing for me if I was the last of my kind, wouldn’t you?” He nodded, squeezing your hand, helping to pull you up to sit on the edge of the chair. “You’re a good man, Din, and I think the universe needs more of you, whatever you are. I know we’re just hunting partners that do the nasty, so I get it if you think this is weird, I think it’s weird too.” You forced a laugh. “But, um, I… I kinda... like you.” You glanced nervously around the room, trying to avoid his tilted gaze like a giddy teenager. “Sorry, I know it’s wrong of me but-”

“I like you too.”

You blinked, oblivious to the secondary pair of lids. “You do?”

“Yeah… I.. like you a lot, actually. If there’s anyone I’d want to…” He turned away briefly, composing himself. “To fertilize my eggs, I’d want it to be you. But… but I can’t ask that of you, to give up being human for… me.”

You laughed, quirking a brow at him. “I’d do anything for you, bucketbutt, because I know you’ll always have my back.” You giggled at his monumental sigh, the strength of it heaving his shoulders, making them glitter in the light. “Din Djarin, you big fucking waffle iron, will you let me be your baby daddy?”

He snorted he laughed so damn hard, the husk of it making his modulator crackle. “Mesh’la, I would be honored.” He leaned forward, pressing his brow to yours, rumbling against you. “But younglings or not, you're my partner, and you mean more to me than you will ever know. I’ll always want to ‘keep you around’.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

You heard a soft -beep- followed by a gross sniffle coming from the other side of the chair, making you whip your head away from Din to where you’d forgotten entirely about Fizzy. The distraught healer was fanning her helmet like that would dry the tears fogging up her visor, a remote device blinking in her other hand. “Oh you two are the sweetest, strangest things I have ever seen, and I’m sorry to interrupt but I went ahead and deactivated your chip for you, pumpkin. Y-y-your body might start to reject the eggs, so we.. we gotta… oh stars, get you to some water.”

“Reject? What does that m-oh… oh no.” You heard your guts before you felt it, the sickly drop in your abdominal muscles, heralding the coming storm and making everyone in the room collectively pale. “REalLy?! AlReAdy?! Fuck me sideways, they’re coming!!”

You’d never seen beskar move so fucking fast in your entire life, the tower of steel springing to his feet, eagerly awaiting Fizzy’s orders. “Tell me what to do!”

“Bring her this way, there’s a back door to one of the private Twi’lek healing baths that’s close enough to the sewers nobody ever uses it but me!” Fizzy shouted, ambling as fast as her little legs could carry her towards the rear exit. Dutifully, Din scooped you up in his arms, following the medic to the other door “The eggs’ve gotta be released in water close to her body temperature if they’re gonna keep while I track down a working incubator. You two hurry on ahead, I’ll only slow you down. Run!”

“Thank you.” Din said as politely as he could through his exploding anxiety, clutching you close to his armored body and hauling ass towards the pools. Red, hazy light filtered down from the grates high above your heads as your living locomotive plowed through the canals, but it was no match for the literal river of lava that was illuminating the corridor. You were sweating already, but whether from the molten flow or the pain spurring through your body, you couldn’t be sure; but you were thankful for Din’s cool beskar pressed tight against your skin.

The Mandalorian’s footfalls fell like thunder through the sewer, each armored step more urgent and desperate than the last. He skittered when he reached the end of the canal, veering a sharp turn down the only available hall towards another door; the brittle wood turning to splinters from the force of his boot.

Before you even reached the pool you could smell the healing waters, the rich, indulgent scent of chamomile and vanilla giving you the briefest respites in your mounting cramps. With your face pressed into the fabric of Din’s cowl you were barely aware of the luxurious suite, catching the occasional glimpse of white cotton awnings and brightly-beaded pillows strewn across the floor, sparkling in the light of hanging lanterns. Strong arms coiled tightly around you before you felt the first splash of water touch your skin.

“Din, you’re gonna get wet.” You mumbled against him as if that was the most important thing in the world, and you almost thought you heard him laugh. Completely dressed in his armor and leathers and loaded down with more ammunition than an entire platoon of Imperial stormtroopers, your Mandalorian was getting in the pool.

“I don’t mind.” He said as delicately as he could manage, his unfailable poker voice cracking with the strain. He sat down on a submerged step, the scented water just barely reaching your chest when he guided you into his lap, pulling your legs apart so they hung over his own, your back flush against his chest plate.

The warm water felt amazing lapping up your swell and caressing your swelling cunt, but it was no match for the maelstrom brewing inside your guts. You choked back a groan when your body convulsed, straining against the arms that held you in place. Reaching back, you found the smooth iron of his helmet, pulling him to you so the sharp edge of his beskar cut into the softness of your neck.

“You’re ok, cyare, I’ve got you.” He whispered, splaying a wide palm over the top of your belly, tracing the wide purple bands to feel for the next contraction. You vocalized it before the muscles in your middle tried to snap you in half, your agonized roar echoing in the stately chamber. "That's it, be as loud as you want, don’t hold back.”

“Fucker.” you hissed against his iron, eyes bleary with tears. “You didn’t say it would fuckin’ hurt.”

“You don’t have to go through with this.”

“Shut up.”

He groaned at your adorable stubbornness. “Alright. Would… would it help if I opened you up?” You started to snarl back at him, but your body had other plans, seizing violently against his grip. Nodding, you clawed at his gloves, chucking the soggy things towards the edge of the pool, desperate for anything that might help you weather the storm you had so foolishly brought upon yourself. Din’s left hand came back to your belly, but his right stuffed itself up under your legs to your quivering core.

You moaned, breathless and rabid like a lothcat in heat at the feel of his rough pads circling your swollen clit, rolling the engorged nub easily between his fingers and sending jolts of pleasure burning through your nerves, tingling under your skin like live wires. "Ah~! Din!"

"That's it, cyare. Stars, you feel… different. Bigger." His thumb joined the first two fingers, stroking the budding ovipositor carefully and making both of you jump when his pinkie caught on the newly-erupted fang protruding from your puffy folds. "Fuck me, I thought she was kidding."

"S'gonna be bigger'n yours" you slurred, delirious with pain and pleasure. "Bet'cha." He hummed against you, the depth of it swirling with the first twinges of lust that only deepened when he pinched the tapering bud, making you wail.

"Such a pain in the ass, gonna have to punish you if you're gonna keep acting like a brat." Liquid fire surged through your veins at his completely inappropriate but fucking sexy as hell implication, spurring another contraction. Din eased you through it on his fingers, sliding them lower and plunging them into your hot, wet hole. “Gonna make you cum each and every one of my eggs out. One. At. A. Time.”

Din’s fingers sank into your velvet walls, hunting through your slick folds for the bumpy new patches that were deep inside, his wild thrusts making the water around you ripple and splash over your slightly-leaking breasts. You let him fingerfuck you to his heart’s content, clamping your legs around the sharp points of his legplates, trying to anchor yourself to him as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it, be a good girl and come for me.” He growled, digging the sharp edge of his beskar into the tender flesh of your neck, forcing you harder against him. You whined, the needy sound of it pushed higher when his dry arm squished your belly.

Your eyes cinched shut, your back arched, muscles tighter than harp strings that played a song of tormented passion with your own vocal cords. “Ah~! Din! I-I’m… g-gonna…!”

White light flashed behind your eyes, but that was nothing compared to the metamorphosis your body went through in the blink of an eye. The streaks on your flesh brightened, searing across your skin like you’d been struck by lightning, making the surrounding waters glow with otherworldly hues. Lilac and lavender spirals burned themselves permanently across your body, flickering with hot pink and purple splatters that drowned out the fainter yellow stars freckling over every inch. Eyes closed, neck craned back, you gritted your teeth and bore down, so enraptured in your orgasm that you missed the light show entirely.

But you did hear it.

-*blorp!*-

Din was so captivated by the kaleidoscope of colors rippling over your skin he was almost startled by the first egg being forced out, the bright orange ball squishing past his fingertips and bobbing to the surface. Your breath rattled out of you as you came down from your high, your voice rising to a squeak when you opened your eyes again. Panting, you looked down at your chromatic arms, your breasts, your belly, everywhere that was pulsating with flickering bioluminescence, gasping softly at the living aurora you had become.

“Mesh’la, a-are you alright?” Din asked in your ear, his voice rich with wonder, his dry arm tracing the constellations sprawling over your skin. You nodded weakly, your guts still convulsing, still needing to purge your womb of many more eggs, but your primary concern was the one floating just a few feet away. You reached for it, the warm water splashing over your arm, pushing the little orb further from you. Stretching, you tried to get it, to pull it closer, to see if your experiment was a success.

-....*fsss*....-

It wasn’t.

“Damn it!” You slapped down on the surface of the water, making the gooey orange smear dissipate. Ugly rage billowed up over top of your ecstasy, burying it under a pile of ruinous disappointment. “It didn’t take.”

“Not yet it didn’t, gotta keep them coming, cyare, keep you coming.” Din snarled, stuffing his fingers back up into your dripping hole, a lecherous laugh making his chest rumble when another one of your dainty dentitions scraped along his skin. The stretch of his fingers made you keen, his devious digits spearing into the multitude of developing patches, drawing out the ambrosial slick that was unique to his species, though yours was much thinner than his was.

Electricity coursed through your veins and exploded behind your eyes, your contractions working in tandem with your convulsions, forcing more eggs from the cradle of your womb. This time you were just barely able to wrench an eye open, gasping at the fireworks dancing along your skin. Milk dribbled from your luminous ladies, spreading into the water above your star-streaked belly, its lights glowing faintly in time with your racing heartbeat that was reflected back to you on the curved surfaces of the eggs before they withered and dissolved.

“You’re doing so good, ner sarad, still feel alright?” Din growled, undeterred by the loss of his clutch. His raspy voice dripped heavily with desire, the tent in his pants rutting against your ass. He hummed when you nodded, grinding himself against your fleshy globes. “You see what you do to me?”

“I can’t believe you find this attractive.” You grunted, scowling at the tanjello smears that would hopefully be picked up by the galaxy-renowned, industrial strength, we-know-what-you-do-in-the-baths, Twi’lek filter system. Glancing down at your shrinking belly, you guessed you’d passed at least half of the eggs by now. Running out of chances.

“Never seen anything so beautiful… even more beautiful when you come.” The hand splayed on your belly groped at your tit, pinching the sensitive little bud on its tip and coaxing dribblets of your milk to coarse over his fingers. The hand between your legs pushed against your fattened hood, exposing more of the sensitive nubby for him to play with. Your head rolled back and caught on his shoulder plate, the Mandalorian steel making you cry out from the way it bit into your skull. “Love the way you moan, cyar’ika, come on, sing for me.”

Under the water he gathered more of your copious arousal, smearing your juices over the thickening length that your clit had become. Though it wasn’t much bigger than the tip of your pinkie, he could still grab a hold of it and tweak, trying to mimic the feeling of his lips with his fingers. Din found a rhythm with your body, stuffing his fingers up inside every time he felt your abdomen clench, then pressing on your belly to help force the precious eggs out; stroking you to keep you right on the edge of your high, bringing you crashing around his fingers over and over again.

-*blorp!* fsss… -*blorp!* fsss… -*blorp!* fsss…-

Eggs came and went, floating to the surface one after the next only to crumple and dissolve, devoid of life. Your belly was nearly back to normal now, just slightly distended from the stretch of Din’s clutch being in you for so long. Sweat poured over your brow and mixed with the now-too-warm water that streamed over your reddened, chromatic skin. Din was hardly in better shape, his muscles shaking, arm starting to cramp, his breath panting through his soaked modulator. “One.. one more, cyare, then it’s all over. ”

“Better… better make it count.” you wheezed, exhausted nearly to the point of fainting. “L-last chance.” Din nodded, pushing his helmet against your temple, desperately wishing it was the skin of his cheek or the plush of his lips instead. Pruney fingers wormed back up inside your stretched hole, squishing into your spermatophores, churning up the thickened slick to coat over your overstimulated jellybean. Everything hurt, your back, your breasts, your guts, your fucking combo-cunt, everything, and for a moment you thought you might dissolve too. “Don’t… don’t let go of me.”

“Never. Never gonna let you go, you are mine.” The hand on your belly snaked down under the water to your bud while the other speared up into you, turning you into a boneless mess that would have floated away if you weren’t locked in his arms. His breathing was ragged right in your ear, raspy and desperate. “I feel it, come on, you’re so close, beautiful. Push!!”

You bore down with bone-breaking strength, forcing the last of Din’s clutch out down your ruined channel through the ambrosial cum that poured from your walls and into the tepid waters of the healing pool. You wanted to pass right the fuck out, exhausted from the literal labour of love you had just preformed, but you needed to know that this hadn’t all been for naught.

The little orange ball floated up to the slimy surface of the water, rolling and bobbing through the obscene combination of fluids that had been coaxed from you. You cupped your hands under it and brought it towards your heaving body, eyes full of tears and hope. “Do… do you think it took?”

Din carefully brought his hands up under your own, hugging his waterlogged arms around you and pulling the bowl of your palms closer to your bosom where he could see the solitary egg more clearly. He squinted at it through his water-washed visor, his breath catching in his throat, heart fluttering in his chest. Could it be?

-....*fsss*....-

You watched in horror as the last of Din’s clutch turned to goop in your hands, the spilled albumen straining between your fingers, joining the rest of the brood in the herbal waters where they would get sucked into the filters and be scrubbed from existence.

“No…” your voice came out reedy and broken, thick with emotion. “No no no no no!!” Your hands curled into shaking fists, as if that would squeeze the ruptured shell back together and give you just one more chance. Hot tears splashed down over your hands, falling hard and fast from your eyes. “Fuck! Fucking shit damn it all!” Curses thundered out your mouth, but none of them were nearly strong enough to enunciate the soul-crushing heartbreak you were suddenly drowning in.

“Hey hey hey, it’s alright!” Din soothed, dipping a water-logged arm under you and pulling your legs around so you were sitting sideways on his lap, the muscles in your thighs cramping from being spread apart for so long; but you couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with his visor.

“I-it’s n-not al-al-alright!” you stammered between gasps, smushing your pruney purple palms into your heartbroken eyes. “It didn’t work!” Your face contorted grotesquely as you wept, your entire body wracked with deep, dreadful sobs. “Din I’m so sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!!!”

“Why are you sorry?! You don’t have anything to be sorry about!”

“yEs I DO!” You wailed, slamming your fists against his chestplate, your blood curdling with hopeless fury. “I-it wasn’t e-enough. I was-was-wasn’t enough, and I’m sorry!” You curled in a ball in his arms, your strikes becoming pitifully weaker, trying to hide your shame under the edge of his helmet. “I couldn’t fertilize y-your eggs and g-give you a youngling. I wasn’t enough and I’m so sorry.”

“HEY.” Din pleaded, wiping a wet lock of hair from your brow. “You’re more than enough. They never make it, remember? And your chip’s only been deactivated for, what, a half hour?”

You rocked in his arms, still convulsing with grief that bordered on mourning, nearly inconsolable. “Maybe the n-next person you fill will b-be able to-”

“Next? There is no next.” He growled, pushing you out from his chest where he could see you, his visor tilted with disdain.

Your whole face scrunched up, tears streaming down your face, splashing across your color-banded chest where your lights had started to darken and wink out, extinguished by despair. “That wasn’t your last clutch was it?! Oh Din I’m so fucking sorry!”

“Stop apologizing. No, it wasn’t my last clutch, hopefully, but I don’t want there to be a next person.” Din took your clenched fists in his strong hands, holding them against the indents on his helmet, pushing your fingers into the sharp edge. “I want… I want you to see my face.”

Agonizing misery roiled over into a conflicting torrent of confusion and rage, but once the emotional concoction was thoroughly boiling it erupted from your throat as maddening laughter. “Of all the places I thought I’d die, a bathtub wasn’t one of them, but I suppose that’s fair. Just make it quick, ok?”

He shook his head between your hands. “What? No! I don’t want to kill you, I want to marry you!”

Surely you must be hearing things, there’s no way he just dropped the M word on you after you’d just spectacularly failed. “S’cuse me?”

“Cyare, I don’t want to mate with anyone else, whether you can give me a youngling or not, it doesn’t matter. What matters is… Is that I love you, and when I said I want you always by my side, I meant it, in every way.”

Ok, now you were definitely going bananas. You crinkled your brow at him, digging your thumbs into his hollow cheeks, squinting at the corners of his visor where you thought his eyes might be. “No.. no you don’t. You’re just saying that because you feel guilty about...This.” You gestured broadly at your situation, your eyes going over your patterned skin and leaky tits, trying to avoid the reflection of your gemstone eyes.

“I do feel guilty, but that’s not why I’m asking. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to say it in front of Fizzy, but I love you.” The condensation that dripped down the front of his visor matched the tears that were still flowing so readily from your eyes, the shimmer of them visible in his visor. He brushed his thumbs over the backs of your hand, making the edge of his helmet bite into your palms, driving the point home. “You are my sun, my moon, my shining stars. Light of my life, will you marry me?”

Every emotion you’d been tortured with ripped through your heart like a hurricane. The ice-cold terror, the gut-wrenching heartbreak, the wild, animalistic rage.

The heartwarming joy.

The syrupy drip of passion.

The intangible, incredible, rebellion-driving, empire-destroying tenacity of uncrushable hope.

Every heartbreaking, soul shredding, awe inspiring, snide-remark-deserving moment that had happened between the two of you crashed over your heart and welled out your eyes and made you sob ugly again. Din squeezed the backs of your hands where they were clutched to his armor and let go, reaching out to wipe away the stars caught in your lashes; and you knew right then and there that there was no one else in the galaxy you would let see you so vulnerable, and you knew exactly why.

“Yes! Yes, Tinman, I’ll marry you, because I love you, too.”

His monumental sigh shook waves across the surface of the pool, his back plate scratching slightly over the jagged concrete edge. “Take the helmet off, and I’m yours.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Such a simple thing, lift the helmet, win a prize. Your arms felt like jelly, the sticky wrinkling of your finger pads were the only real thing keeping them from sliding off of his shiny wet armor, though you knew the lack of strength wasn’t the only thing making this difficult.

You nodded, scooting your butt against his submerged lap, trying to straighten your back as best you could. Din wrapped his arms around you tight, dipping his helmet lower so you wouldn’t have so far to lift it, but even under his pile of armor you could still feel his breath catching; eager and terrified to give you his most treasured secret.

Riverettes of water coursed over the streaks of rich amethyst that had seared themselves into the flesh of your arm as you started to raise your hands, the pinky-purple starlights shimmering back at you from the beskar as it moved. The edge passed over his neck slowly, revealing the hem of his soaked flight suit and the first inches of the mysterious man underneath.

His throat bobbed where you were staring at it, your eyes taking in the colors of his skin. His adams apple was the same lovely golden tone you had seen on his hands and belly, but the oceanic blues unique to his species were creeping around from the back of his neck, spackled with intermittent strings of teal lights. You kept going, the first dark hairs of his scruffy chin beginning to poke out from the iron, their scratchy-soft curls begging you to dive in for a kiss, but there would be more time for that later, especially now that you could see his mouth.

Plush pink lips glistened in the light of the healing waters, parted slightly by his captured breath. He sucked them in to lick them, making your heart flip flop with desire. A line of dark brown bristles hung slightly over top of the line of his mouth, and you were a bit surprised to see the occasional silvery hair catching the light.

“Cyare?” Din whispered, making you jump at seeing his mouth move for the first time, the flash of his pearly whites glittering back at you. Even in a hushed tone the silky baritone of his natural voice thrummed through your soul, carrying with it the weight of unimaginable anticipation. “Please, I want to see you, really see you.”

You swallowed and nodded, though with his eyes where they were at behind the beskar there was no way he could see your head bob. You breathed deep, squeezed your eyes closed, and pushed.

Soft locks of hair brushed your fingertips as you lifted the helmet clear of his head, the grating sound of iron-on-concrete making your teeth itch when you set his armor down on the deck behind you. Your heartbeat was pounding away so strongly you could feel the water pulsate in time, and for a moment you wondered if you’d ever been as scared as you were right now.

“Hey.” He whispered, taking your hands in his and bringing them up to touch his face. “Open your eyes, it’s ok.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to each of your closed lids, inhaling sharply when he heard you sob. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you sure you want to… to marry me? What if there’s another one of your kind out there, a real one? Wouldn’t you want-”

“No, I want to marry you. I want to be your husband, your riduur, but only.. Only if you want to be my wife?”

You relaxed your furrowed brow, tilting your head forward to catch one of the kisses he was planting on your cheeks with your lips, humming against his softness. Your shaking arms came up, curling around his shoulders and threading into the thick locks of hair, the last part of his body that was still dry. Breathing in the scent of him spilled courage into your veins, and when you could inhale no longer, you opened your eyes.

And gasped.

Maybe you were dead. Maybe you’d imagined him saying he was going to marry you and instead he’d killed you on the spot for getting a glimpse of his face, because the creature you were looking at now was nothing short of celestial.

The sapphire hues you had first encountered between his legs were just as strong around the wells of his eyes, the oceanic tones pouring like rivers over his lovely, scruff-covered cheeks, flecked with the tiniest tints of teal; but even his ethereal markings were no match for the beauties staring back at you from under his sweat-soaked, chocolate-brown curls.

Din’s pupils were shaped like yours, but the literal hearts in his eyes were cushioned in amber, not opal. Richer than burnished gold and warmer than the setting sun, his aurellian eyes looked like two forgotten treasures sitting at the bottom of the sea, their honeywell depths imploring you to dive even deeper.

You struggled to form words, but one in particular always came to you more naturally than breathing. “Bullshit.”

Din reeled, his double-lidded eyes blinking at you rapidly, making the enchanting, stained-glass windows to his soul flash in the light of the bathhouse. “I’m sorry, I know I’m hideous, I can put the helmet back-”

“Fuck you, chumbucket, you’re not ugly, you’re goregous! You’re the prettiest fucking thing I have EVER SEEN!” He stared at you in disbelief while you groped his face, tracing your fingers over his cephalopodic stripes and pinching his cheeks, laughing a bit when the little lights in his skin flickered even brighter from your touch. “This is what’s been hiding under your armor all this time!? Bullshit!”

“I.. I don’t know how to take that.” Din smiled at you with a lopsided grin, his colorful cheeks rolling right up into his literally-love-filled eyes, his boyish smile so fucking adorable you thought you might die. “Is that a compliment?”

You snickered, pressing yourself to his chest to kiss his face, ignoring the way your milky breasts leaked over his beskar. He twitched, almost recoiled from being so exposed to your touch, but melted into your kisses soon enough, a warm, contented sigh catching on your lips when you pressed them to his.

The bristles of his mustache tickled your face, but that wasn’t what made you start laughing again. “Do you always kiss with your eyes open?”

“Yours were open too.”

“Fair enough.” You pressed another kiss to his lips, and this time you both kept your eyes closed, letting your other senses indulge. The smell of chamomile and vanilla rose up underneath the water-washed warrior spice of your now-husband, the taste of the herbal vapors tinting his lips. The smooth muscle of his mouth swept gently over your own, bringing with it the taste of salt from the tears that still flowed softly from your eyes.

Din pressed another strong kiss and pulled away to bury his head in the crook of your shoulder, the bite of his slippery vambraces stinging your skin, but you didn’t care. You sighed deeply and let yourself be consumed by him, rubbing your own cheek against the side of his head, his funny ears dragging against your face when you tangled your fingers in his dark locks. The pointy things that he’d been so shy about twitched slightly with you being so close, though they weren’t nearly as ugly as he’d made them out to be. He grunted with surprise when you kissed them, breathing a delighted moan into the side of your face.

You heard the hustle-shuffle of someone running through the sewer long before you saw them, giving you plenty of time to place the beskar crown back on your king. Fizzy’s desperate panting came next, the chunky lady running as fast as she possibly could, though her hurried steps were barely faster than walking with her stubby little legs. Slung over her shoulder a large, cylindrical glass container sloshed with fluid, the indicator lights on the side flashing with the perfect temperature.

“I… got… the… woo… got the incubator! This sh-shu.. shu … kriff. SHOULD mimic the same conditions as your new-terus, ha!” She nearly dropped the heavy container on the cement deck in front of you, slumping over into one of the fanciful lounge chairs, her breath heaving under her armor from the marathon she’d run. “How many didya get?”

Your resplendent moment was cast back into the shadows from whence it came, a dejected scowl furrowing your brow. “None, it didn’t take.”

“Dank farrak!” She barked, her spiralled lekku coming slightly unfurled. “Oh dearies I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s alright.” Din hummed, taking your hand in his, lacing his fingers between your own. “We can try again.”

Even with his helmet back on you could easily hear the smile hugging his words, full of enough hope and adoration that the fringes of darkness trying to seep into your heart were cast away, burned to cinders by the fires of his love. “Yeah, you’re right.” You leaned forward to press your forehead to his, imagining the depths of his lovely, soulful eyes. “We can try again.”

Your first heat came faster than either of you were expecting.

Din felt it first, his body attuned to the experience after many years of suffering through it alone. The second he could smell your pheromones he was flying, dropping a shitload of credits on an entirely-too-nice cabin in the temperate forest of Naboo, a delightfully secluded thing where nobody would be able to hear your cacophonous lovemaking.

It was a good thing you were the only one going through it, because you were completely useless, so hungry and horny you were practically hanging off of his shoulders at every turn, trying to worm your fingers into his pants to play with whatever you could get your hands on, not that he minded. He loaded the kitchen up with enough food to feed a small army and set about covering up every window, hiding you both from prying eyes.

He adored the way you had begun swelling up with your own clutch over the last few days, your belly growing heavy right before his very eyes, making everything inside him drip like honey, his lust for you oozing out both of his sexes and getting worse the closer you got to ovulation.

And that was happening today.

“Din, baby~.” You purred, fishing your fingertips under the edges of his armor, trying to pry his plates off, rocking your hips in a temptatious sway. “Baby, I think it’s time.”

“Oh?” He peeped, nearly vibrating with excitement, his feet doing the tiniest dance, making his boots scuffle over the hardwood floor. “Time for what, ner riduur?” He was trying to be elusive, but his hands couldn’t keep themselves from your rounded tummy, squeezing gently at it before reaching up to cup your heavy breasts.

Your lust-blown opals fluttered under your lashes, a wicked grin teasing at the edges of your mouth. You bit your lip playfully and lifted his helmet off, a delighted shiver running down your spine at the sight of his bare, blue-streaked face and wide, heartfilled eyes; and you were starting to think you would never get used to how beautiful he was. You pressed a kiss to his smile, your lips dancing from his over to his sharp ear, the heat of your breath making his skin prickle with goosebumps. “Time for me to breed you, big boy.”

“Fuck yes.” He breathed deep when he kissed you again, but his hands were already ripping at his armor, the heavy plates clattering disrespectfully to the floor. Eagerly he pushed you back towards the bed, your fat ass making the bedsprings creak when you plopped down on it. In the dim lights of the cabin you could clearly see the trickles of lights that wormed over his body as every inch of it became exposed to you.

The freckled constellations on his cheeks weren’t very bright, but the ones spreading like the night sky across his chest drew your eyes like a moth to the flame, the azure blazes fanning even further across his arms and down the length of his fuzzy belly. Rich indigo sprang from his pants when they fell away, his toothy cunt already wide open and drooling, his big blue bastard glittering with pearly precum. Instinctively you opened your mouth for him, hungry for everything he would give you.

Din smiled villainously at your blissed-out face, loving the way you were already so needy for him. “As much as I’d love to have you wrap that pretty mouth around my cock, I think someone needs my attention even more.” He tipped your face up by your chin, placing one strong kiss on your lips before coasting down to your neck, sucking his marks into your flesh while his hands continued to wander down the front of your dress.

He brushed a thumb over your pebbled nipple, the sensitive bud straining against the flimsy fabric, already sticky with milk and glowing faintly. He squeezed them again, the weight of them spilling delightfully between his fingers, but continued down, down, down, splaying a broad palm over your bulging middle. It wasn’t nearly as heavy as it had been when he’d pumped you full, but it was your very first clutch, and he was ecstatic that you had grown one at all. However, there was something else entirely that he really wanted to get to.

Your big stupid fucking cock.

The beast tenting the fabric between your legs had been growing steadily in the days leading up to your heat, nearly doubling in size once the pheromones began to seep from your pores. It wasn’t quite as big as your husband’s, though you doubted he would have minded if it was. Din’s aurellian eyes shimmered with desire, his hands hovering just above your hidden length. “May I?”

“Fuck-ing please,” You begged, your prismatic gaze rolling back in your head long before he’d even touched you. “Need it, need it bad, gonna breed you, baby, fill you real good.” You batted your lashes at him, your tongue flashing out over your lips, unable to hold back the filthy words pouring out your mouth. “Why don’tcha bring that pretty pussy of yours up here’n sit on my face? Lemme make out with your sexy little sharky.”

“Another time, my love.” He purred, trying not to laugh at how delirious you were becoming. “Let me take care of you.”

He flashed a boyish grin at the heat burning across your cheeks, his teeth flashing even brighter as he lifted your skirt up, exposing your half-hung heliotropic hardon, the colors of it matching the wine-dark mosaic of your stripes. You knew better than to wear underwear today, letting the thick thing spring out unhindered. Din licked his lips, breathing in the steam you were putting off, the rich spice of you already making him drool before he’d even tasted your flesh.

“Please please please, baby.” You stuttered, rocking your hips toward him, drunk on your rut, the breeding madness seeping into every synapse and making you fucking feral. His dark, lecherous laughter danced along the crook of your neck, the scrape of his teeth tracing along your lovely lavenders. “Wanna put it in you, fuck you real good.”

“Gotta get you nice and hard first.” He mused, as though you weren't standing proudly at attention. Beautifully naked, he stuffed himself up between your thighs, his beast laying over your groin, so close you could feel his heartbeat against your own length. He made a scandalous show of licking his palm before reaching down between the two of you, grasping both of your cocks in his wide hand.

“Diiiin!” You cried, writhing from his touch, rutting up into his palm and making his velvety length drag over yours. He grunted in response, trying to fuck himself against you, his underbites clicking softly with yours. Slowly, almost painfully so, he started to move his wrist, rubbing both of your lengths together in the dribbling precum you were both making. The ambrosial slick coated quickly over his fingers, glistening in the dim lights of the cabin whenever your flowerbud heads peeped out from his fist.

Your own fingers tangled in the sheets of the king size rental bed, nearly ripping the soft cotton cover apart at the feeling of being jerked off like this. Between your legs Din was a vision, brows arched together, the creases around his eyes softened, those deep, ale-dark eyes watching you with rapture. His empty hand pawed at the swell of your belly, groaning with need at the idea of it being passed to him.

Leaning carefully over you, he found your milk-laden breasts with his mouth, sucking at the luminous tip to drink from you. His hips moved in time with his tongue, swirling over you and under you and making you writhe. The well muscled warrior groped at your other breast while his hand continued to stroke your cocks together, making hot everything leak from your body.

When he’d decided you were hard enough for his liking, he flicked his wrist in one last languid spiral, giving your teat a decimating slurp when he unlatched from it, dropping to his knees in front of your soaking wet situation. “Does my pretty girl want her cock sucked?” He purred, the heat of his breath making your length twitch, his words dripping with desire, but you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Yes yes yes! Pl-eeeeEASE!” The pitch of your voice went to an octave only dogs could hear when he wrapped his hot, obscenely wet mouth around your petal-tipped member, nibbling softly at the luminous lobes. You flopped backwards on the bed, opals rolling backwards into your skull from his expertise. The top of his head was just barely visible above your rounded curves, chocolate brown locks bouncing with the bobbing of his head, but you couldn’t keep your eyes open even if you wanted to.

He took your amorous amethyst alll the way to the back of his throat without gagging, making your muscles spasm at the feel of him swallowing around you. His broad tongue licked deviously around where the flushed folds of your once-human sheath were still partially recognizable, making you squirm delightedly. The feeling of being buried in his throat was like nothing you had ever experienced, like if he swallowed any harder he would consume you entirely, making you a permanent part of his soul.

He lifted himself off of your throbbing cock slowly, flicking his tongue between your petals, drinking down the leaking nectar that was flowing so readily, perfect for your eggs to slick through unobstructed. You caught the flash of his eyes over the top of your belly, his love-laden pupils blown wide, soaked thoroughly with lust. He winked at you and pushed his fingers into your cunt, using his pinkie and pointer to push your fangs away. The long, calloused digits sank easily into your weeping pussy, the pads of his fingers spearing gently into the roughened patches, making you whine.

“Din~!” You cried, the sweet syllable tumbling from your lips, the song of it heralding the orgasm he was teasing from you, but right before your fluttering walls could push out the first of your clutch, he withdrew.

“Nuh-uh-uh, my love, I want all of your eggs. Not gonna waste a single one.” He wiped at his mouth with the back of his wrist, using your knees to pull himself up from the floor, the night sky brought alive across his broad, muscular chest twinkling back at you. The beef shank you were familiar with bobbed between his legs as he got up to straddle you, stringing a line of precum across your belly where the crown of his cock kissed your womb. “Are you ready, mesh’la?”

How could you possibly say no?

You nodded, arching your hips off the bed towards his dripping cunt. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Let me stuff that pretty pussy of yours full, please!”

He chuckled darkly, secretly adoring the way you were vocalizing everything he had wanted to say to you when you had endured his own heat, the damnation trapped respectfully behind his visor now flowing like molten beskar from your lips. “It’s gonna feel strange when they start coming out, and it might hurt a little, but I’ve got you.” He reached down and curled his fingers around your length, dragging the weeping head of it against his toothy snatch. Impatiently you thrust upwards, shivering when you felt yourself notch in his entrance.

His face contorted with pleasure as he sank down on you, moaning at the feel of you stretching his walls. You wheezed at the sensation, your eyes torn between wanting to squeeze close and trying to pop out your skull. Using his hairy thighs for leverage you dragged him down to you, spearing your cock up into him until your hips were flush with his.

“Cyare~” He panted, holding onto your belly, trying not to fall forwards and crush you, a sheen of sweat breaking out across his brow. “Fucking Stars, you feel so good!”

“Shit fuck-ass fucking move!” You growled, your innards starting to churn, spooling up to fire your eggs into your lover. Din rumbled, a needy and animalistic sound, his hips spurring to life. Though he was long out of practice, his body remembered how to take dick like riding a bike, rising and sinking onto your cock over and over, his fluttering walls dragging up your length with each roll of his hips, his own member bouncing against your belly.

Something hot and gooey surged down your spine, thick like burning oil that ignited in your belly like a cannon being fired. Every muscle in your abdomen clenched, the first egg dislodged from deep inside. You felt every inch of its path, squeezed from your tubular ovaries down the channel that led to your fancy new equipment, sliding wetly up your shaft and stretching almost painfully when it blasted out from the tip of your blooming head and into Din’s waiting womb.

Both of you cried out, the man above you doubling over at the feeling of being filled, the soft-shelled egg swelling his womb sweetly. “Oh, cyare, is… is this what it feels like to be bred?” He groped at his tummy, trying to find the gift you had left him, but it was nowhere near enough to show. His illustrious eyes were dark with desire, glittering under his sweaty brow. “C-can I have more?”

“Oh I’ll give you more, mister.” You seethed, your voice husky, your fingers clawing viciously into the meat of his thigh. Still buried to the hilt inside him, you threw your weight to the side as if you were strong enough to roll him over. He took the hint and locked his legs around yours, rolling you both over the bed until you were the one on top. “Beg me, beg me to fuck my eggs into you.”

His eyes were lit up like fireworks, the brightness of them matched by the lights dancing over his skin, his chromatophores blinking in tandem with yours. “Please, riddur’ika, fuck them into me, I want to be full!”

You burrowed your knees under his thighs, hiking his heavy legs up around your waist, his heels spurring into your calves. “Don’t.. stop.. please.. n-need to hear you beg.” You rocked forward, punching the head of your cock against his cervix, threatening to break the door to his womb wide open with every wild thrust.

“Yes, please, please stuff me, fuck your babies into me, let me carry them for you.” He was babbling, completly cockdumb for the first time in years. “Let me keep them safe until they hatch, give me your younglings!”

Delirious as a fever dream you speared into him, your heavy tummy pressing into his, promising to give him everything. It wasn’t long before his deep, husky moans coaxed another pass of your seed, the precious orb vanishing into your husband’s depths. He whined when you reached between your bodies to grab his throbbing cock, stroking it in tandem with your thrusts, squeezing it almost too tightly when you came a third time.

“That’s it, pretty girl, k-keep going, keep f-filling me.” His lust-soaked words spilled from his lips like a prayer to the goddess of pleasure that he called his wife, his hungry cunt bearing down on you when he tumbled over the edge, soaking your length with his sweet juices, flooding the room with the heady perfume of your sexes.

His tummy was starting to show the first signs of swell, jiggling just a bit with the fullness of you. Your body wasn’t built to hump like this, and you were already feeling the building ache in your legs and back, but the unstoppable urge to breed flooded your veins with adrenaline. “Fuck yes, Din, you’re so fucking goregous. Such a good boy, taking me like this.” He whimpered at your praise, turning your heart to mush. “Yeah? You like when I talk to you like that?” He struggled to nod, his neck arching off the bed, hands reaching out for you. You leaned down into him, your tummies pressed together, digging your fingers into the meat of his thighs.

The Mandalorian you were breeding was much bigger than you in every sense, making it nearly impossible for you to reach his face. You dragged your teeth along his vulnerable larynx, sultry praises dripping like honey over his tender flesh. “My good boy, so fuckin’ pretty, squirming on my cock. Gonna be -ah!- so fuckin’ hot, pregnant with my eggs. Mine! Mine *thrust* mine *thrust* mine *thrust* MINE!!"

He bore down on you as another egg slid out your shaft, his muscular innards sucking your brood from you, fingertips digging painfully into your back when you sank your teeth into his throat. Though you were buried deep inside him, his own cock was getting rubbed delightfully by your soft belly, his release building towards the breaking point. “Please, cyare, can I cum? I-I need-”

You pushed up from him and keeled sideways, your sloppy wet member popping out of him obscenely. Some inexplicable, enigmatic, extraterrestrial instinct was driving you now, something that had seeded itself in your brain when the first egg bubbled up inside your belly, and by the lust-drunk look in his eyes you could tell he felt it too.

Laying on your sides, you laced your legs together and notched each of your cocks at the other’s entrance. Knees tangled, you scissored into each other, the unassuming cabin echoing shamefully with the filthy sound of your moans. The complicated angle sucked the last of your clutch from you, the pulsating pressure of it bearing down on Din’s cock as it passed into him, throwing him over the edge of ecstasy with you. His body convulsed as he came, face contorting into a grimace, his heavy belly jiggling with the fullness you had put there.

Hot, thick release dribbled down between the two of you, probably costing you the security deposit you had put on the cabin. Breath heavy and chest heaving, you hauled yourself up onto your elbow to glance at the man stuck between your legs. You tried to move to get a better look at him and yelped when you felt his fangs sinking into your overstimulated flesh like a fucking bear trap, keeping you in place.

“You ok down there?” You hollered between breaths, patting his ankle. The bed wobbled with his nod, his shaking fingers tracing over your calf with one hand and his tummy with the other.

“Full…” He mumbled, giggling a bit. You loved to hear him laugh, the stoic hunter letting all his walls down just to let you know how happy he felt with you. Curling your legs around his, you pulled yourself towards him, scooting over the bed without unlocking your bits. He reached for you, grunting a bit from the awkwardness, but your softening lengths would soon drop out from one another. “Feel better?”

“Much.” You hummed, gliding your hand lovingly through the soft dark hair that dusted his now-round belly. “Do you think they’ll take? And what happens if they do? They’re not gonna like, chew their way out, are they?”

He snickered, his soft cheeks making the corners of his locket-like eyes crinkle. “No, I knew both of my parents, but I didn’t have any siblings. I was just a little kid when they died, nobody really explained it to me.” His body went tense, a chill running over his skin, manifesting across his face in the form of a threatening sniffle.

“Baby, what’s wrong? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” Nervously you pawed at his face, his bristles catching under your nails, but when he looked back up at you, eyes full of stars, he was still smiling.

“I’m… I’m gonna be a dad. A buir. We are going to be buirs.” A single tear rolled out of his eyes when he laughed, his fingers lacing between yours. “My beautiful mate, how can I ever thank you?”

Carefully you shifted your hips, dislodging your softened appendage from Din’s toothy taint, letting his slip from you as well, spilling thick arousal across both your star-studded thighs. He drew you close to his body, tucking your head under his, kissing at your sweaty brow. You hummed sweetly into the flesh of his neck, tracing the stars that flickered over his celestial body. “As long as you’ll always love me, that’s thanks enough.”

“Of course I will, ner riduur, just as much as I’ll love our younglings. I’m so excited to raise warriors with you.” He buried his nose in your scalp, taking deep, greedy inhalations of your scent, the bristles of his mustache catching in your hair. He hummed suspiciously when he heard your sneaky giggling. “What’s so funny?”

You kissed the broad expanse of his throat, letting the sinnew in his neck lead you up to his cerulean cheeks where you could plant even more kisses. He sighed from your touch, his eyes fluttering under his lashes, blinking down at your opalescent irises when he saw them. Teasing your bottom lip between your teeth, you snorted a laugh at his cocked brow, booping him softly on the nose.

“I can’t wait to tell Karga!”

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