#thrawn fluff

[milfthrawnuorodo]

Admiral

Pairings: Thrawn x Reader (no use of Y/N because it drives me literally insane lol)

Warnings: SMUT!! So much fucking smut. Established relationship. P in V. Oral (male receiving). Fingering (female receiving). Fucking in an elevator ?? Listen this is just so fucking filthy. Porn without plot. But also of course I had to end it with fluff because I don’t know when to stop. 

*minors do not interact!!*

Summary:  Thrawn just got promoted to admiral, and then inadvertently discovers he really likes it when you call him by his new title. Like, he really likes it. How do we celebrate this new promotion and self discovery?? By fucking in an elevator of course!

Authors Note: So just to be clear, I have this HC that Chiss are extremely strong compared to humans. And Thrawn especially so (I mean, come on, we’ve all seen that scene from Rebels with those buff af arms). As a plus size reader and writer, I want to make it ABUNDANTLY clear that size does not impact the readability of this fic (at least, I don’t intend it to). . I do try to write with as much versatility as possible, and I don’t want anyone to read this and think it only applies to a specific body type. I specifically wrote this with the mental image of him lifting up a curvy girl EASILY.  REPEATEDLY.  Definition of:  Light work, no reaction.  

Also, I don’t fucking know how elevators work. We go with it. 

Translations: 

Turbolift = Star Wars Elevator (yes, it’s a thing apparently lol)

ch’eo ch’acah = my beloved

Ch'ah ch'acah vah = I love you

“I knew you would look good in white,” you smirked, brushing off invisible lint from Thrawn’s  jacket with your spare hand. Your other hand held a pair of high heels as uncomfortable as they were stunning and you had rid your aching feet of the offending items as soon as you and Thrawn were in the relative safety of the turbolift, heading up to your penthouse apartment on your homeworld of Coruscant. You and Thrawn had just left the celebratory ball honoring Thrawn’s latest promotion to admiral. It was a night full of pride for your lover, honor for the Empire, and maybe just a few too many glasses of Corellian wine, if you were being honest. 

“I was under the impression you thought I look good in everything,” Thrawn drawled, his deep blue lips twitching upwards, a hint of a smile gracing his usually stoic face. 

“Whatever you say…admiral,” you playfully quipped and watched as Thrawn’s lips curve upwards even  more, a tinge of violet flush creeping up his neck. 

You opened your mouth to comment again on his new rank, enjoying the momentary power trip–it wasn’t often you could incite this kind of reaction from your lover, when a soft ding  warned you that the turbolift had reached your floor. You smothered your frown, taking a step off the elevator before stumbling over the silken hem of your gown. A strong hand gripped your elbow to steady you, another reaching around to rest firmly on your waist. Before you could attempt another step, a force abruptly pulled you backwards, your back pressing against Thrawn’s muscled torso. His warm breath caressed your neck as he dipped his head low. “Say it again,” he all but growled, his lips ghosting your neck in a way that sent heat straight to your core. You couldn’t  help the slight arch of your back in response, noting with pure satisfaction the reaction you were garnering from Thrawn. You could feel his hardened arousal through the pristine white dress slacks, and your cunt clenched in response. 

“Well now, love, here’s the thing,” you tease, pressing your backside against his hardened member and relishing Thrawn’s sharp intake of breath in response. “I  don’t take orders from you.” You felt the rumble deep in Thrawn’s chest as he took the bait, his fingers all but slamming the keypad to shut the doors to the turbolift. Confusion flitted across your face, but Thrawn didn’t even hesitate as he forcefully pressed the sequence of buttons necessary to stop the elevator completely. A brief alarm sounded, followed by a robotic voice that was no doubt meant to sound soothing as it reassured passengers that the turbolift had been halted and help would be arriving soon. Understanding began to dawn as Thrawn released his hold on you, and you turned to see two glowing red eyes peering down at you, ravenous. 

“If you don’t take orders from me,”  Thrawn’s voice was low and steady, a hint of that tameless lust just under the surface. “Then please, do tell me, who do you take orders from?” he took a step closer, towering above you with that piercing glare. Reflexively,  you took a step back. Well, tried to–the turbolift door pressed up against you, and you weren’t  sure if  it was the sudden coolness of the durasteel or the heat of Thrawn’s gaze that caused the shiver that shot up your spine. 

“Well, that would be…” you  swallowed hard, wracking your brain for a name, any name. “Umm,”  you attempted to buy yourself time, but you felt as though every coherent thought you’d ever had eddied out of your mind, a ravenous need overtaking your entire body.  All  you could think about is Thrawn and how stars damned good he looked in that fucking uniform. As if reminding yourself, your eyes trailed downward, soaking in every last detail of his new admiral dress whites. Your gaze stopped short upon seeing the evident outline of his arousal and you instinctively bit down on your bottom lip to conceal your moan. 

Thrawn took another step to you, quickly closing the small distance between you two. You felt his firm grip on your chin, forcing your head to tilt up and meet his gaze. Passion burned in his gaze and you felt the last of your resolve melting away. Fuck being witty right now, you thought to yourself, I need this. As if Thrawn read your mind, his lips crashed against yours and your entire body ignited with need. Your fingers tangled in his blue-black locks and every inch of your body pressed up against him. Thrawn’s hands gracefully slid down your hips, cupping the upper back of your thighs. You took the sign for what it was, giving a little jump as he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He didn’t even break the kiss, just pressed  your back against the doors of the  elevator, grinding his erection into your core. The friction was practically electric and you couldn’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you break the kiss. You leaned your head against  the  frame and Thrawn’s lips moved to your newly exposed neck, sucking and nipping the sensitive flesh. He took the thin strap of your gown between his teeth and  before you could so much as utter a warning, he ripped it straight from the gown. Without its integral support, the delicate satin of the bust fell down, exposing one of your breasts. 

“Stars damn it,Thrawn, that was expensive,” you chastised halfheartedly, your chest rapidly rising and falling as Thrawn once again ground into you. As if  in apology, Thrawn peppered kisses across your exposed breast before taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Your complaints died in your throat as your body became alight with pleasure. As he continued his ministrations, he pinned you against the wall with his body, freeing one hand to gently slide your remaining strap down your arm, exposing the other breast in a manner completely opposite to its torn counterpart. Thrawn switched his attention to the other breast, gingerly taking your other nipple into his mouth. He took a moment to adjust your position against the elevator, one hand cupping your ass as the other hand slid between your bodies. For  the  second time that night you heard Thrawn’s sharp intake of breath as he brushed your bare self. 

“Are you really telling me you didn’t wear underwear to such a formal event?” he breathed out,  barely concealing his moan at finding you bare and ready for him. “Stars sake,” he breathed out, “you are so wet for me.”

You couldn’t help but let out a slight breathy laugh. “I told you I like the uniform,” you panted before your sassy remarks were replaced by cries of pleasure as two of Thrawn’s fingers plunged into your aching cunt. 

His name fell from your lips like a prayer. 

Thrawn. Thrawn. Thrawn. 

Your body was lost in the passion, his lips on your breasts, his fingers curling towards himself, hitting that spot that makes you see fucking stars. He’s relentless, devouring you–mind,body, and soul.  Before you knew it, you were on the brink of pure bliss. “Thrawn,”  you gasped, “I’m going to come,” you warned, though you knew it wasn’t necessary. Knowing Thrawn and all your years together, he knows exactly when you’re on the edge just as well as he knows exactly how to pleasure you to get you there. He is as in tune with your moans and sighs of pleasure as he is with his own heartbeat. 

His fingers picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Come for me, ch’eo ch’acah,” Thrawn purred in your ear, and the low timbre of his voice combined with the heat of his words had you tumbling over the edge of pleasure, his name on your lips as stars crossed your vision. 

You slowly drifted back to reality as Thrawn pressed soft kisses across your chest, trailing up your neck and back to your lips. He set you down on shaky legs, supporting you with his strong grip. 

Having finally caught your breath, you took a second to take stock of the sight before you: Thrawn’s dark hair, once perfectly styled, now a mess, the ironed jacket now crumpled and partially undone, and worse of all, the pristine white pants now clearly soaked through with a mix of  his precum and your juices. The sight had your mouth watering. You fell to your knees before the admiral, hands reaching up to unfasten his belt. It fell to the floor with a satisfying clank, but you  didn’t even flinch.Your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip as you oh-so-slowly began to free Thrawn’s cock. 

A low hiss escaped Thrawn’s lips as you took his bulging member into your hand. Your hand glided across the blue surface, eyes drinking in the veritable feast before you. No matter how many times you had been with Thrawn, his size always took you by surprise. The length, the girth, the thick veins covering the surface. Your attention shifted to the deep purple head, your  thumb swiping a bead of precum from the tip. Thrawn’s gasp  only  encouraged you to lean forward and take the tip into your mouth, his fingers instantly tangling in your hair. Your mouth slid down his length, struggling to take as much of him in as you could. You used your hand to take whatever can’t fit in your mouth, and your mouth and hand worked in tandem to pleasure him. Thrawn’s quiet moans and growls of pleasure only spurred you on, and you worked to take more of him in your mouth. Only once the head of his cock hit the back of your throat did you stop, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. His glowing gaze peered down at you, his lips ajar as he panted with need. 

The sight of you, on your knees before him, looking up at him from under your dark lashes,  his cock resting in your mouth–it almost sent him over the edge. It took everything he had to pull himself out of your mouth. You sat on your knees, looking up at him as he closed his  eyes and took a few deep breaths to steady himself. A brief moment of uncertainty flashed across your face,  “Was it…not good for…” you trailed off, slightly confused why he stopped you. You weren’t one to brag, but you certainly hadn’t had any complaints before. Before you could even finish the sentence, Thrawn pressed a finger to your lips. “You’re perfect,” he breathed out. “I wasn’t going to last like that,” he finished, a small smile at the edge of his lips as he helped lift you to your feet. “And I’m not done with you,” he growled as his lips crashed against yours once more, but this time there was even more urgency in his kiss. He pressed your back against the elevator wall, sliding the skirt of your dress up your hips so he could lift you up again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, causing his throbbing member to brush up against your soaking wet cunt. Biting back a groan, Thrawn repositioned his hips to line up with your entrance.  With a growl, he slid home, your earlier  orgasm  helping his cock slide in with ease. You can feel and hear the groan deep in Thrawn’s throat as he bottoms out, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix. 

Thrawn’s forehead dipped to touch yours, his unsteady breathing matching yours. His hips froze as he waited for you to adjust. You waited  a few beats,relishing the delicious stretch, before you gave a nod of approval. Supporting you with his hands, he pulled out, all the way to the  tip, before slamming home. Your head fell back to the durasteel wall as you gasped in pleasure. Thrawn continued  the action, hips colliding with yours,  every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through you. Your moans got louder, joining in the symphony of your bodies slapping against one another, the soft beat of your body against the cold wall of the turbolift as thrawn railed into you. It was too much. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, and you didn’t think  you could take much  more. “Yes,” you cred out,  “Yes, Fuck me, admiral,” you pant out, extra emphasis placed on his title. Thrawn’s hips  stutted at hearing  that word on  your  lips  once more . With a growl he  slammed into you even harder. “Again,” his voice so low it sent a shiver straight to your cunt. 

“Please,” you begged, as his hips pistoned in handout of you with abandon, veritably nailing you to the wall with his cock. He hit that delicious spot deep within you and every thrust pulled  you closer and closer to  bliss.  “Admiral,” you cried out before biting Thrawn’s shoulder as your orgasm crests, washing over you in endless waves of pleasure. You bit down harder than intended, but you don’t have time to regret it, not as Thrawn loses all semblance of control, thrusting into you with abandon. He  thrust into you once, twice, and a final time as he came with a roar of pleasure and his hips stuttered as he flooded you with his come. 

Your breaths were ragged, foreheads pressed against each other, feeling every twitch of  his cock deep inside you. After a few beats,  Thrawn withdrew, gently lowering you to the ground on legs that felt less than stable. He made sure to tuck himself back into his uniform and  adjust the remaining strap  on your dress. You kept your grip on him, balancing yourself, as you felt his hot seed start to drip down your leg. An attempted step forward proved to be too much in your addled state, your leg threatening collapse as soon as you tried to step away from Thrawn. Without a word, Thrawn scooped you up into his arms, deftly typing another code into the keypad. The turbolift gave a small jolt back to life, and you found yourself thankful that Thrawn was holding onto you so tightly. Like nothing happened, Thrawn stepped  off the lift and crossed you over to your home.

You dozed in and out of consciousness in your blissed-out, post-orgasmic state, but came to as Thrawn gingerly laid you on the bed. He  helped slide you out of your dress, and you made a mental note to berate him in the morning for ruining your dress, already mapping out when he would take you shopping for its replacement. You watched in silence as Thrawn disassembled his uniform and set it out almost reverently before crawling into bed next to you. Rolling onto your side, you laid your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I am so  proud of you, Admiral Thrawn,” you murmured. His hand trailed slow,  lazy circles  over  your arm and down your back, pulling you closer into him. “Everything I do is for you,” Thrawn replied, his voice barely  above a whisper. He pressed his lips to the top of  your head, “Ch'ah ch'acah vah.”

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I follow through on my dares @vibratingbonesbis !!!

[cambion-companion]

Crystalline Moments Part 1/2(SFW)

Hi!! It's been too long since I wrote a reader x Thrawn drabble. I just...adore him. Obviously, and the announcement for the new comics really just stoked the fire. Enjoy some rainy evening with Thrawn reading to you next to the fireplace, before things get a little heated. Listen, I don't control these things, just write them down LOL Hence there will be a NSFW part 2.

Word count: 850

THRAWN X READER | Drabble

You leaned your head against Thrawn’s chest, listening to the rain thrumming against the roof.  Your legs rested across his lap, his arm snugly holding them against his warm body as he read to you.  His voice was soft, almost hypnotic, lulling your mind into a comfortable haze.  

“My dear, are you still paying attention?”  Thrawn squeezed your calf gently, coaxing you to open your eyes again.

“Hmm?”  You stifled a yawn behind the back of your hand and gave him a sleepy smile. “Yes, of course.  Our protagonist was just writing a letter about his current dire circumstances.”

Thrawn gave you a tender smile, his eyes glowing soft as embers of the fireplace. “Almost.”  His smile turned a bit teasing. “If my cadence is too much to withstand, we may continue this at a later time.”  He propped the book open upon your knee to demonstrate; his long fingers then lacing with yours and bringing the back of your hand to his lips in a chaste kiss.

You hummed softly in pleasure, your eyes lidding slightly as he continued placing soft kisses to each of your knuckles. “Perhaps I will brew us some tea?”

“And deprive me of your warmth, my darling?”  Thrawn’s cinder eyes wandered over your blanket-swaddled form, he carefully set the book aside and tugged your body closer until you almost sat on his thigh.

You couldn’t suppress the giggle his sudden movement elicited.  You leaned forward and touched the tip of your nose against his, closing your eyes when he reciprocated and pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you, and I love this time we can steal together.”

The rain above began to thrum with a steadier beat, intermingling with the sound of your breaths as they deepened and synchronized. You pressed your lips to his, savoring the familiar comfort of having Thrawn in your arms.  

Thrawn made a pleased sound deep in his throat and his fingers tangled in your hair as he leant into the embrace. When the two of you pulled apart slightly, he admired the red glow from his eyes lighting your cheeks softly.

“I love you.”  You whispered; the words almost lost amidst the crackle of the dying fire.

“As I do you.” Thrawn replied without hesitation, the admission came so easy to him now, so naturally.

“Now, I’m going to make us something hot to drink.”  You gave him a more playful kiss this time, brief but scorching. “And then you can read more to me.”

Thrawn almost groaned in protest as you withdrew and stood with a slight sway before regaining your balance in the dimly lit room. You gave him a sly grin and held out your hand. “Unless of course you wish to join me in the kitchen.”

“I would never refuse you, my beloved.” Thrawn tilted his head as he read the slightly wanton expression on your face, a slow smile tugging his lips. He took your proffered hand and stood as well, noticing how your lips parted slightly and your pupils dilated as his height towered over your smaller form.  “After all, brewing tea is a difficult task.”  

“Hmm, yes.”  You agreed, leading the way through the darkened hallway. “I certainly require my master tactician’s help in this endeavor.”

You’d barely begun the pretense of retrieving the boiling kettle and sugar from the cupboards before Thrawn moved up behind you. His lips began pressing gentle kisses to the skin of your neck.  Your hands faltered slightly in response, fumbling the packet of tea you’d opened. A small gasping laugh left your parted lips as Thrawn’s hands tickled along your sides before he firmly pulled your body back against him.

“Thrawn.”  You said his name, almost pleading.

You pressed instinctively back against him, and his teeth scraped against your neck in response, his strong hands tightening their grip on your hips.  A small hiss left his mouth, sending chills of anticipation down your spine. “Continue with your task.”  He spoke softly into your ear before running his tongue along it, kissing your earlobe. “Don’t allow me to distract you, my love.  You were so determined to make us tea.”

“I’m not sure if I can remember how.”  

Thrawn laughed softly in response, the deliciously rare sound almost causing you to whimper.  

In a fluid motion he swept aside your hair and began kissing and biting the nape of your neck. “Continue.”  He murmured, following your movement as you bent over the counter slightly, keeping his body flush to yours.

Your hands shook slightly as you continued unpacking your tea assortment, the floral and herbal notes wafting from the paper pouch. You had trouble filling the kettle with water as Thrawn decided then was the time to begin lifting pushing his hands under your shirt and caressing the sensitive skin at your waist.

You sighed in pleasure and took a moment to straighten up and lean against him, turning your head to give him a searing kiss. This was going to be a delightful night.

[littlekhada]

thrantober day 1 FLUFF!

[syntheticsystem]

midnight movie

Movie night with the Captain wasn’t quite what Eli had in mind when he’d called. All he’d been looking for was a pillow and a quiet place to fall asleep. But, he wasn’t going back to Ensign Elmhurst or Haller’s bullshit anytime soon – and wouldn’t be getting much sleep either way. To hell with it. He kicked off his slippers and hopped onto the bunk next to his Captain, cross-legged and facing him rather than the holofilm. To Eli, the way light shifted over the deep blue of his skin, swept his cheeks and brows, was infinitely more interesting than the projection. It seemed to glisten in those Chiss eyes. They looked deep, full; an endless pool, holding the glitter of the film’s ever-changing form. Eli glanced at the projection to try and figure out whatever Thrawn was so enthralled by. Beyond any semblance of narrative or sense, though, he couldn’t even make out the artistry in it. “What exactly is this, sir?” Eli asked, trailing off into a yawn...

kicking off my new (first? only?) series of thranto oneshots with the boys chilling in thrawn's quarters aboard the thunder wasp. that is not a euphemism, they just sit and chat, rest a head on a shoulder. y'know. slowly drift to sleep.

it's 4.3k words, pretty calm, somewhat slow-paced, relatively fluffy with some brief, light humour. plus, an excuse to let thrawn ramble about art (a film in this instance) and put him in silly clothes.

if you're interested, you can read it here.

thank you and goodnight :)

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Thrantober day 7: fluff

Thrawn: Eli, take me to art museums and kiss me. Eli: But that one time you said not to touch the masterpieces. Thrawn, whispering into his ear: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. The curator, on a walkie talkie: This is Smitt, those idiots are making out in the East wing again.

[julesdraws]

thrantober-day4-chiss ascendancy

(thrawn sporting a manbun with dedication for @twocrowssinatrenchcoat :)))

[stargildedskies]

Stardew Valley premise of “Escaping a big corporation to live a blissful life in a small beachside town”……. but make it Nanami Kento finally getting to be a baker in Malaysia

[fuckyeahelivanto]

“A Merry Vanto Christmas.”

Prompt teaser. Piece coming soon 💙🤠🎄

; Eli Vanto takes his lieutenant, Thrawn, to his home world of Lysatra to show him his family’s version of Yule for the first time.

[gia-batmm-crickle22]

Thrantober Day 7 ~ Fluff

Just a cute, fluffy scene between my boys :3

[contentment-of-cats]

Delicious fluff!

A pair of get-well drabbles featuring Carvia and Pyro!

Pyrondi: Ship Social Director (809 words) by PierceTheVeils Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carvia/Pyrondi Characters: Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Eli Vanto, Karyn Faro, Lomar (Star Wars), Carvia (Star Wars), Chimaera Crew Members (Star Wars), Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo Additional Tags: Inspired by Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), marshmellows, Games, Ficlet Collection, Light-Hearted, Drabble, Medbay, light shippiness Summary: A drabble/ficlet series featuring our favorite weapons officer bringing cheer to the Chimaera.

[owlpartytime]

Starting October 1st on Ao3!

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[tuliharja]

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types / Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017)

Rating: General Audiences

Genres: Romance/Sci-fi

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:  It's not easy to be long-living, especially if your partner's lifespan is much shorter. Luckily Eli knows just the right words to reassure his lover. One-shot.

Characters: Eli Vanto, Original Character, Thrawn (gets only mentioned) and Ar'alani (gets only mentioned)

Note: Also posted in fanfiction.net under the same name.

[99tech99]

reblogging to get some last min votes!

time to get back on my bullshit!! aka WRITE!

tagging those who might have an opinion

@empresskrennic @ivorydragoness44 @thedirtiwalkoniswet @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @enaelyork @starlady66 @starwh0ers @baskervilka @sinker003 @allthebestscreennamesaregone63 @darklightcannon @perfecttimemachinestranger @znerac @msjackson1073 @hottpinkpenguin @shelveddoll

[vibratingskull]

Ok after doing my silver haired Thrawn drawing I got a cool idea for a Thrawnx Fem!reader.

So I know in Chiss Culture grey hair usually means you sired great offspring. Sooooo when Thrawn starts to see grey hairs coming in he gets a huge sense of pride. It also makes him want even more kids with human (y/n) and he is trying to convince her like “Don’t you see my hair we are destined to have badass kids so let make more.” And then spicy stuff👀

I love your writing so much keep it up!

Hihihihihihi, that counts as breeding kink in my book! Thank you dear ❤️

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : Thrawn is a peacock dad, bredding kink, P in V, creampie, knot, matting press, lovey dovey, fluff

Thrawn stands proudly, looking down at the crib with gentle possession and a deep desire to protect. 

His secondborn wriggles in his arms, trying to see the baby from her station while his first daughter is on her tip-toes to look just over the rail of the crib, devoured by curiosity. 

“Welcome your baby brother.” He announces. 

The little boy is four months old but for his peace and tranquility, you kept him separate from your daughters. This is their first official meeting. 

“He is so little.” Thimasa, his firstborn declares, “Why does he not move?” 

“He is napping for now.” He explains, leaning forward to help Thegusa in his arms to see. “Speak softly, daughters, a baby’s hearing is very sensible.” 

Immediately Thegusa erupts in joyful sounds and laughs discovering the newborn, extending her small arm to try and reach the baby. Thrawn supports her well to make sure she doesn’t fall over. 

Thimasa snifs 

“Where do babies come from?” 

Thrawn chuckles and gently pinches his daughter’s cheek. 

“They come to life through a long and complicated process that you will find terribly boring if I explained it.” 

“Ah.... Will I know it someday?” She tilts her head towards her father. 

“Of course. You will have classes on that subject, for your protection and peace of mind. ” He nods, caressing her blue-black hair. 

Thimasa inherited his hair color but not Thegusa. All three are blue with red eyes but not everyone has forehead bumps or his sharp cheekbones. All three received his nose, however.  

He doesn’t mind, he loves discovering pieces of you in your children.  

“He’s Blue!” Little Thegusa agitates herself in his arms, pointing in the baby’s direction. 

“He’s blue indeed, you are correct, ch'eo en'kin” He approves with a smile, caressing her cheek. 

He doesn’t baby-talk to his children, addressing them as adults, but he adores witnessing you melting and going completely coo-coo over your babies. Right now Thegusa is discovering her Chiss vocal cords and loves to point out colors in everything she sees. 

“You’re grey!” She giggles once more, grabbing one of Thrawn’s strands of hair and pulling on it. 

He delicately opens her little fist to free the hair, bobbing her up and down. 

“I am, correct once again.” He approves. 

He slicks the hair back with a feeling of pride in his chest. He earned those gray strands. He gets more for each baby and the ones for his baby boy are slowly appearing. He grins remembering you complaining that you will gain grey hair while aging while he gained his for siring great offsprings. He tenderly kissed your temple, promising that even with only white hair you would still be the most beautiful woman in this universe and the only one in his heart. 

His baby boy suddenly yawns with the biggest stretch his baby limbs would allow. 

“All right, Ch’eo k’etens," He declares, “Let your little brother rest, he needs calm and peace. Thimasa, your classes resume soon.”  

She grumbles but obeys like a good kid, he looks at her heading towards the door, his heart compressing with love. 

4 years old and so serious already, she will go far in life. Maybe a Speaker? She already proved herself capable in the delicate art of negotiation, she almost got that nightcat she keeps asking for and he has no doubt in his mind at the age of 8 she will have her way against you both. 

Thegusa already has a very solid grip on her small body despite being only 18 months old, she learned to walk and even run and climb terribly early, giving you heart attacks when she simply disappeared from your sight. She will make an efficient warrior, he could already envision her in the army, training recruits, making them unstoppable soldiers as she climbs the ranks! 

His son... He doesn’t know yet obviously, but going by his new grey hair, he must also have a prodigious future ahead! Maybe a doctor? A surgeon who will revolutionize the medical world! A healer in the family... 

He tenderly kisses his second daughter’s cheek while she whines and yawns. She still needs her naps too and she presses her little head in the crook of his solid neck. Thimasa leaves with her teacher as Thrawn heads towards another part of the nursery of the Mitth Manor to lay Thegusa in her bed to sleep. 

He observes her with so much love he feels like he could choke. His babies, his blood, his children... The next generation secured. However, a lot of his compatriots would argue that your three children do not belong to the Chiss race. 

He misses his big brother, he would never have approved but he would have stood at his side no matter what and took care of the children as a doting uncle. He has no doubt that half Chiss or not, Thrass would have been crazy about his nieces and nephews. It is a certainty. 

Thrawn silently heads to your shared suite to freshen up. He would have preferred a privatized apartment in the middle of Cs’aplar like he used to own, but Patriarch Thurfian formerly forbade you to freely roam around the Capital of the Chiss, locking you down the family Manor. Thrawn did not hesitate a second and moved back into the Manor he used to avoid like the plague, full of politicians and syndics of all sorts. He would not let you all alone before the snakes. 

Patriarch Thurfian did not appreciate that move either but kept his thoughts to himself. 

Thrawn enters your suite and immediately goes to the bathroom to clean himself of his long day. When he reappears before the foggy mirror, he cannot help but tilt his head in several angles, admiring his new gray hair. 

What dignified look they give him, what presence he exudes now! Each time you go out just the two of you you have fun pointing him at how many women turn back to admire him walking away and how many jealous gazes he earns from the men. 

He doesn’t let that go to his head, but it amuses you tremendously so he lets you have your fun. 

He brushes the outline of the grey strands... He indeed gained some more for his baby boy. 

“Yes, Ch’acah. Your precious grey hair are still there, do not worry!” You yawn. 

He spins his head towards the bathroom’s open door. You must have finished your shift while he was in the shower. You sniff, taking off one boot and your red jacket as you sit on the bed. 

He details your body, checking you out while he combs his new prestigious hair. 

By the Warrior, you are so beautiful! You complained several times that the pregnancies had effects on your body that you did not really appreciate but he just... cannot see what you see. 

You are the epitome of beauty in his eyes and those three pregnancies only make you shine brighter in his chiss eyes. 

“What?” You ask, tired. 

He verifies the knot of the towel around his waist and enters the master bedroom. 

“Nothing. I was just admiring you.” He confesses. 

You snigger. 

“Yeah, I don’t think there is still a lot to admire after an 11-hour shift.” You gasp, making your spine pop after a hard day of work. 

“On the contrary, that hard-working attitude of yours only makes you more beautiful and worthy of admiration.” 

You snigger harder. 

“We’ll say that, don Juan.” You kick your second boots off your foot, “I hope I still have warm water!” 

He contemplates you up and down as you slowly undress like he isn’t even here. You simply undress to take a shower, not trying to impress or seduce anyone, but holy warrior he can feel his blood fleeing to his virile member under the thin towel. 

He deeply inhales as you take off your velvety top and get rid of the red pants. You’re slightly softer around the waist than when you met, courtesy of the pregnancies, but he would lie if he said it did not make him hard like wood.  

That body that birthed his children, his legacy, the most precious being in the universe... It deserves nothing less but neverending love and attention from him.  

He lowly hisses, feeling his powerful muscles starting to roll under his thick chiss skin in anticipation as he details your breast lifted in your bra and the roundness of your ass.  

You approach to kiss his cheek and walk past him for your shower but he immediately grabs your hips, keeping you here. He dives his nose into the crook of your neck to deeply inhale your sweaty musk, making him salivate. 

“My shower!” You giggle, trying to detach him gently. 

But he digs his fingers in the flesh of your hips, keeping you trapped as he gets high off your scent. 

You smell so good! His sensitive Chiss nose is titillated by so many pheromones, but some are way more interesting than others. 

You are ready. 

Ready to bear another child, to give birth to another chiss baby. 

He refrains a growl from escaping his throat as he licks your skin, tasting your hormones on his tongue. 

You’re making his head spin so dangerously, sensual temptress! And most probably other Chiss men’s heads too, parading yourself like that! 

“Thrawn, I just want to-AH!” You yelp as he captures your legs to carry you bridal style to the bed. 

He gently lays you down on the mattress, following you as he kisses your pretty neck with delight. 

That scent...  

Oh that scent...  

That marvelous scent! 

His blood is boiling in his veins as his member gets hard just thinking about another heir. Another baby of you both, your baby... 

He waited 3 years for Thegusa and 1 year for your baby boy... 

He doesn’t have the patience to wait another month for you to become pregnant again!  

He wants to breed you again right now! See you round and heavy with another one of his children! Tasting your pretty pussy all puffy and swollen with the pregnancy! Taking care of you in all matters of things! Seeing your delectable tummy getting round as you glow so hard you blind everyone in the Manor, him first! 

He salivates at that simple thought and starts humping your clothed pussy with his hard and warm shaft, so tensed it is painful. 

“No shower for you.” He decides arbitrarily, “Stay in bed with me.” He offers, kissing his way up to your face. 

“Thrawn...” You gasp as he grabs one of your boobs to knead it while he licks your cheek tenderly. 

“I want another child, Ch’acah, give me another baby. I beg of you...” He deeply growls as he captures your mouth for a passionate kiss that he knows makes your head spin so much. 

“I-Thrawn! I just...” You just manage to say between his kisses. 

He enters your mouth with his tongue as he feels your lips swelling up against his. He robs you of your air until he feels you panting in the kiss. Only then does he deign part from your delicious mouth. 

You gasp, taking a big breath. 

“Thrawn... I just gave birth, be reasonable.” 

“No. I do not have to. Not when so much more of our children should roam the universe!” He counters, licking the tip of your nose. 

“Thrawn... I gave you three already. It is plenty..” 

He lowers himself, kissing your clavicle as he pushes your bra out of his way to take your boob in his mouth. 

“Mmmmmmmmmmh... No. Chiss families are full and so many babies are birthed each year. I have to accomplish my duties and offer a lot of children to the Ascendancy. I want you full of my semen, please Ch’acah... You’re the only one for me, you are my ch’acah...” 

He sucks hard on the nipples, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue crosses the nervous bud, lathering it with his saliva and letting roll down the hill of your boob. He makes a real mess, soaking you in his drool like a famished carnivore who just found a juicy piece of meat. 

You are always so delicious to devour, to lick, and to savor. He cannot get enough of you, you are his oxygen, the only one able to reduce him in a primal, feral state, humping the covers in a desperate chase of friction. 

He would crawl before you with a leash at his neck if you promised him access to your body each time he craved it like poison. 

Your sexual pheromones make his head dangerously spin and your little gasps and whines just titillates his breeding instincts harder. He humps your pussy hard, the remnants of water drops rolling on his skin making him shine under the light. 

But by far, this is his eyes the biggest hint of his despair. They shine so bright his black pupils simply disappear under the red light, and they caress your exposed skin with a delightful red shade. 

He cannot take it anymore and bites down your nipple, making you yelp. He wants to see your tummy bloated, his virile seed oozing out of your swollen quivering pussy. He just purchased a new plug, perfect for your sensitive human skin. He wants to take you languorously until you pass out in his arms and give you so much you already look 4 months pregnant, he wants to rut into you until you scream his name for all the Mitth Manor to hear, for all those males to know who’s wife you are. 

They already know, your marriage was not especially a secret after you gave birth to a blue-skinned, red-eyed baby, but a little reminder is always welcomed. He sees how they turn their heads toward you, that hunger in their Chiss eyes, a mix of disgust and deranged curiosity to taste exoticism once in their life when they get a whiff of your human pheromones. 

Humans’ pheromones are less easily concealable than Chiss’ and you fill entire rooms with yours, titillating Chiss’ sensitive noses, letting them all know that you are fertile. Thrawn already had to shut down some of his compatriots who were ogling you a bit too much to his taste. 

Contrary to all of them, he has the privilege to enter the same sheets as you and take care of your oh-so-fragile human body... 

Oh, how he loves those jealous burning gazes on him when you are pregnant, they would die before admitting they want to try what you offer, but their gazes do not lie to him, they are so deeply jealous. But he is the one coming home to you when evening comes. 

To the adorable little alien making everyone’s head spin. 

He ostensibly sucks two of his fingers, looking right into your eyes and he pushes them past the hem of your panties, circling your little clit while he resumes his work on your nipples. You mewl, defenseless as he toys with you like he knows you adore, giving your delicate pearl all the attention it needs to awaken your desire. 

But not enough to make you cum! This is a job for his mouth and cock, right now you need to savor all the sensations! 

“Say yes, Ch’eo Ch’acah, bless me again. I will spoil you rotten. This universe needs more of you, of us...” 

“I... I...” You pant, your beautiful face red in his infrared vision. 

He flicks your bundle of nerve several times, making you shudder dramatically, prompting you to close your legs in a desperate attempt to stop him, only caging his hand on your sweet pussy. 

He grins as he rises to bite down your lower lips. 

“Come on... You know how important it is for me, Ch’acah. We discussed it before. Admire my hair, our offspring are destined for grandeur, they are destined to save the Ascendancy with me. They are the heroes everyone awaited for! You cannot deprive the population of their rays of hope.” 

He accelerates his ministrations when you open your mouth, tempting you with another kiss as he lets his lips hover over yours with a satisfied smirk. You grab his torturous hand playing with your pearl to stop him but you are already too weak under his touch and just manage to hold onto him, your grip trembling around his wrist. 

“Only you can have my children. Only you can drive me insane with lust and love. Don’t you want another baby? Another little one to brighten your days? I know you want more, you cannot lie to your husband, not to me...” He furiously brushes your clit making you arch your back against his broad chest, your mouth forced agape to plead mercy. 

But Thrawn has no mercy on this subject... 

“You only have one word to say and I will be all yours, Ch’acah. My entire Chiss body will be at your entire disposal. My entire focus just on you...” 

He lets out a satisfied growl as your face gets bright red at his word, like your core between your legs, shining with shimmery red. He lets his lips soar right above yours and just as you’re about to kiss him, he lowers down, escaping your desperate lips, kissing his way down your breast to your stomach. 

He stops, looming over your venus mound, right where your womb hides from his eyes and he presses his lips on the soft flesh, fondling it lovingly, delighting himself in this gem of nature. He gives it a long lap with the flat of his tongue and goes down again, right between your thighs. 

He hooks the side of your panties and pulls them off his way to discover your delicate pussy. He trails the slit with just the tip of his finger making you tremble irrepressibly. He notes delighted that you started to get wet and your slick now coat his finger. He raises it to observe the glistening substance with hungry attention and licks it clean, looking dead serious into your febrile gaze with a loud moan of satisfaction. 

“Delicious, as always, my sweet. You always make for the sweetest treat I have to refrain myself to not eat you out each morning for breakfast.” He licks his finger clean sticking his tongue out, full of promise. 

You huff. 

“We eat breakfast in the communal room!” 

“Did I stutter? I could eat you out with an audience. It would be my utmost privilege.” He lets ring in the Master bedroom. 

You gulp as he places himself between your thighs with a playfully dark grin. He dives his nose into your pubes, deeply inhaling our sexual musk. 

Oh for warrior’s sake... He needs to pounce now! To bury himself in your pussy, to make you scream his name and spurt his load deep inside your womb... To breed your sweet body again. You are just so beautiful with the pregnant glow, he feels the need to be chained just to keep his hands off of you. He should think about purchasing new cuffs for you to chain him again after he broke the formers into pieces. 

All your sexual pheromones hit him like a ton of bricks, making him so deliciously dizzy. He lets out a deep growl of satisfaction and takes a big sloppy lap at your pussylips with the flat of his tongue. He licks your folds nice and well, teasing your sensitive sex with the promise of so much more. 

You yap and your thigh muscles contract in response. You quickly close them by reflex, imprisoning him against your pussy as he loves so much. His hands slide in between and spread your thighs open for more comfort. 

One day he will let them cage him and suffocate him until he is fully satisfied or when he finally passes out of lack of air. That would be a lot of fun! 

But that will be for another delicious evening, maybe to celebrate your new pregnancy. He will lick you until you cry real tears of overstimulation. 

He trails your slit expertly with the tip of his tongue up and down, coating his tongue with your slick, feeling it starting to drip out of you. He presses his lips on your pussy and sucks it and drinks it with a loud satisfied growl. 

That’s the kind of drink he love, so much better than any cocktails! 

He spread your pussy lips open and laves at your hidden flesh with glee as your shake with pleasure under his care, mewling and gasping like a good girl. 

He loves those evenings between your luscious thighs. Sometimes when he lacks inspiration or ideas he just grabs you and opens your legs wide on his desk and eats you out until his motivation comes back, licking his lips with satisfaction. 

You generally walk out with wobbly legs and your slick rolling down your skin. It works very well! He usually has a fresh new mind after those delicious sessions and his problems aren’t that big of a pain in the end. 

“Thrawn...!” You gasp trembling, your hand gripping his wet hair. 

He purrs loudly as he takes your clit in his mouth and proceeds to suck it like a lollipop. He flicks it, wipes it, and drums it, glides it and twists it between his lips, savors it like a treat. 

He feels your sweat rolling on your thighs and your slick beading off his jaws, getting drunk out of it. 

You gasp and moan, your body undulating under your husband’s attention. All your blood flees to your southern mouth, fluffing up your inner muscles like pillows while you open your mouth wide in a silent plea for him to slow done. 

But Thrawn doesn’t slow down, he is getting high off your body and will not let you escape him. 

You lower your gaze to see him, eyes closed shut, focusing so hard on your taste as he laps your pearl like he is on the verge of dying of thirst, while his hips hump the thick cover of your wedding bed, desperate for some friction. 

You slam your head back into the pillows as he flicks your nervous bud at high speed, sending shockwaves of pleasure into your tight cunt, your eyes rolling inside your skull. Your hand rolls into a fist around his disheveled hair as he grabs your flesh by the handful, locking your hips to his desperate mouth 

He gently bites down your clit, making you yelp in return. He sniggers and kisses it tenderly as to say sorry. 

He circles your pearl and crosses it with his tongue, licking it up and down, making you wetter and wetter as you hold on to him for dear life, your other hand threatening to tear the cotton of your mattress. 

He darts his tip and harasses your precious little nub like he would harass an enemy’s ship, never leaving you time to recover and recompose yourself.  

He deeply sighs as he feels you creaming on his tongue and gives a last, fateful brush at your palpitating clit. 

And you come undone in his mouth. 

You scream Thrawn’s name, your back arching impressively under the sheer tension of your orgasm, pressing his head against your pulsating core, making you both see stars. All your muscles contract under the pressure before relaxing, squirting in his mouth. 

You fall down, all strength evading you with an “oof”, releasing his hair, letting your hand fall down on the mattress while you pant, all sweaty and goosebumps all over. 

He kisses your pussy lips a final time with a loud purr before rising on his hands, licking his lips as he looks at you, shaking under him. 

“Thank you very much, Ch’acah. Flavorful and refined as always.” He wipes his jaw with his thumb before sucking it clean, “Did I make my point? Should I give you more arguments?” 

You raise your trembling hand to him, panting, before letting it fall, fatigued. He grabs it and intertwines your fingers together, looming over you with a stern expression but sparkling, mischievous eyes. 

You open your mouth to speak, only for a gap to escape you instead. 

“I am all ears, Ch’acah.” He purrs, getting rid of his towel to finally meet your skin with his. 

You shiver as you feel his tip poking your sensitive pussy as he undulates his body on yours. He lets his face soar over yours, taunting you with his lips, promising a kiss that he keeps denying you. 

“Thr... Thrawn...” You gulp. 

“Yes? Tell me, Ch’acah. I am hanging out of your words.” He darkly grins, brushing your nose tips together. 

“Please... Please...” 

“Please what? What do you want? I cannot read minds.” 

“Please... Make love to me, take me....” You beg, digging your nails into his back, trying to press him against you but he remains looming, taking support on his hands. 

“Can I make you a new baby? Take you raw and breed you until you cry your pleasure in my hands?” He asks with his rich velvety voice. “Can I, my sweet...?” 

“O...Okay...” You back down, giving him what he craved. 

His purr lowers a few octaves and his first order of business is to give you that kiss he kept from you. He presses your lips together, embracing them deep and long, meeting your tongue with a growl of satisfaction, like a carnivore. 

He parts from you, a string of saliva liking your two mouths. He breaks it with his tongue and a snigger and sits on his ankles between your legs, parts your thighs wide open, and aligns himself with you. 

You feel him probing your entrance with his fat tip, coating it with your essence, holding his length he draws sweets circles with his tip, lathering your pussylips with his precum until you feel him press against your quivering hole and entering at last. 

You gulp, all air escaping you as his girth spreads your inner muscles open, stretching them to their maximum.  

“Breath, sweetheart. You always make it fit...” He encourages gently, his powerful abs rolling under his skin as your inner warmth caresses and squeezes him so deliciously. 

He throws his head back at all the sensations you are giving him while you cry out each time one of his ridges grazes your G spot. 

“Warrior...” He breathes out, his eyes coming back on your form as he keeps pushing deeper, “So much...” 

He draws sweet circles on your hips with his thumb as he keeps pushing, splitting you in two with his girth and length. 

Like he always does. 

You grab his two wrists and dig your nails in his thick Chiss skin as you grit your teeth, trying to not break under the pressure. 

“There... Here we go, my sweet. All is inside...” He praises with a chuckle as you finally feel his hips pressed against your rear. 

You pant heavily as he lets you time to catch your breath, but you can feel his cock twitching with impatience inside of you. You gulp, inadvertently contracting your muscles around him. 

“Careful.” He grins deviously, “If you don’t want me to pound you right away, you better not repeat that...” 

“Tha-that’s not voluntary...” You defend yourself, trying hard to remain sane. 

“Was it? You know how to play with my body so well...” He circles his hips voluptuously, making you bite your lips with a yap, “Maybe you are secretly trying to push me to my ultimate limits...” He whispers lowly with his deep voice. 

You sigh, licking your lower lips as you slowly relax. Thrawn hums appreicatively. 

“There, I feel you relaxing all around me. Breathe deep, I will help you.” And he resumes his grazing of your clit making you yelp, “Welcome it deep in your flesh, Ch’acah. I cannot wait...” 

To make himself wait he keeps drawing circles with his hips while you mewl under his caresses. 

“So beautiful... That bulge inside your pussy is truly magnificent, I love admiring it each time I enter your tight cunt... This is such a sight, Ch’acah.” 

“Ah...! Mo-move...Please!” You start begging, trying to undulate your hips against his. 

But his cock is like an anchor, keeping you still and stuck under him. 

‘’Patience Ch’acah, a little bit more or I am afraid it is going to hurt you.’’ He tempers, but accelerates his caresses on your clit sending shockwaves in your pussy. 

You feel your saliva rolling down your jaw as your clit palpitate under the pads of his careful fingers. 

He always takes such good care of you… 

‘’I feel your pussy squeezing my cock so hard… I love it so much.’’ He praises, rubbing your pearl at high speed, ‘’I think this is good now.’’ 

He grabs your legs and throws them on his shoulders before laying on you, keeping you stuck under his weight in a tight mating press. 

You gurgle an incoherent sentence as your pussy opens up as he tilts your hips, allowing him to slide even deeper than usual. 

He starts with shallow thrusts, testing the waters gently, admiring how your muscles stretch and welcoming him deep inside your most secret place, undulating all around him. 

‘’You give me so much Ch’acah, the way you strangle my cock is like nothing else… Tight human cunt for me to play and breed.’’ He whispers. 

He accelerates his thrusts steadily, making you see stars as you feel him slip out and ram it back inside like you were just a toy for him, but he always remains careful of your fragile human body, never forgetting the size differences between your two species, no matter how rough he might get. 

He tenderly kisses all over your face while rutting inside of you like a machine, steady and powerful. He tilts his pelvis in such a way it doesn’t hurt when he plows you down, but just cuts your breath each time he pushes his entire length inside. 

You open your mouth wide to breathe and he takes the opportunity to clasp his lips on yours, languorously kissing you like he knows you love, making your head spin so easily it’s ridicule. The rocking of his hips is so powerful you almost bite down his tongue several times in your confusion. 

You gasp, feeling his tongue dancing and embracing yours like a sensual tango, while he sighs of satisfaction in the kiss. He parts from you, barely shaken up while you pant again. Truly, a human is no match for a Chiss’ stamina as he loves to remind you each time you enter his warm embrace. 

He usually remains awake, hugging your form while you fall asleep, exhausted by such activities, cradling you tenderly while kissing your temples while you cockwarm him nicely. 

“Mmmmmmmmmh... Your little body is such a delight to me, ch’eo Ch’acah. I do not know what I would do without it, truly. You hold me in a chokehold, you could kill me anytime you so desire I would not be able to fight back under such bliss...” He brushes your nose tips, licking your lips with a guttural purr, praising you for all the pleasure you give him. 

You are way too fucked up to understand a single of his sentence, the only things your brain still register is the increasing pleasure pumping up in your veins at each of his deep thrusts. You feel your inner muscles do their best to allow him to move, but it is always a miracle with his size. 

“Oh, you drool all over yourself, my sweet... Is that my doing? Do I give you that much? Good, I do not intend to stop.” He declares like a sentence “ And what if I do this?” 

His hand slides between your two sweaty bodies, reveling in the softness of your skin until he reaches your clit and grazes it. 

“What a reaction, my treasure. I barely touched your sweet pearl and you clenched so hard around me...” He purrs, peppering soft kisses on your lips. 

He starts massaging your clit seriously, making you yap and moan in hopelessness, eyes closed to survive the pleasure you are receiving. You gulp, feeling his knot swelling up and hitting your entrance as he rolls his hips at a hungry pace. 

You cannot do anything under his massive body, you are completely stuck at the entire mercy of your husband’s will. 

But he wants nothing more than your love and pleasure, he dedicates his entire energy and will, serving at your feet with beatitude, kissing them reverently before looking into your eyes with so much love you wonder how it is even possible. 

But it is true, you are his person 

Thrawn’s person 

His intended, his promised 

You circle his shoulders to hug him tight, digging your nails into his shoulder blades and making him throw his head back in ecstasy. 

Your pussy furiously convulses around his thick shaft as he keeps brushing and twisting your clit like a master, making you helpless and useless between his hands. You gasp as he undulates his hips so deliciously that you see real stars exploding behind your eyelids, his ridges grazing and titillating your G spot with such ease. 

“You shake so much, Ch’acah. Do not worry about anything, you are safe in my arms, I will never leave you alone. Ch’eo Ch’acah, Ch’eo Ch’acicoh, ch'eo bsetah rcati... Let me take care of everything, I will protect and devote myself to you and our children till my death...” He begs out loud, ramming into you like a desperate animal. 

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing it urgently as you could break in his hands, his free arm sliding under your back to hold you so tight your ribcages complain. 

“Let me breed you, Ch’eo Ch’acah. Let’s have a new baby, a little one for the two of us. Bless me again and illuminate my days brighter! Let me make you a new baby, my sweet! Oh, I beg of you... Give me one more to save our worlds.” Thrawn pleads, plunging inside of you with abandon. 

Your pussy spasms and quivers around his cock and with a fatal twist of your clit, you cum hard. 

Your body arches and your toes roll, you open your mouth wide to scream the name of your husband for all to hear, bright fireworks behind your eyelids blinding you. All your muscles contract as one and you feel your cunt clench tight around Thrawn’s shaft, trying to retain him inside. 

Thrawn hips thrusts become erratics and he pushes a final time all the way in, gasping as your tight pussy swallows his swollen knot, plugging your cunt shut as he cums inside of you, your pussy kneading his entire length to milk him for all his worth.  

Thrawn cums with a growl ending up in a long sigh, pressing his forehead in the crook of your neck, his hand caressing your cheek so tenderly while he takes back his breath, his warm respiration blowing on the goosebumps of your sweaty skin. 

You wince as he relaxes on top of you, weighing down on your legs and ribcage painfully. He immediately notices and raises back to relieve your tensed body; allowing your legs to lay down the mattress at last. He lays back down on top of you, nudging his nose in your neck while you feel his pulse palpitating in his knot inside of you. 

“Ch’eo Ch’acah...” He whispers, grazing your cheek and jaw with just the tip of his fingers like he would brush a petal, “Ch'ah ch'acah vah cseo ch'otcah bi...” 

Your chest rises up and down rhythmically against his large pecs, you gently caress his shoulder blades, drawing sweet circles on his thick blue skin. You open your eyes to look at him, discovering your husband with a stern expression but devouring your face with sparkling eyes. He lowers to your level to softly capture your lips. 

You respond with a sigh. 

“I guess I earned my shower now?” You demand with a tired chuckle. 

He considers you with a hum before sneaking his two arms under your back to lift you up from the mattress.  

You yelp, still knotted. You circle his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arms, hanging onto your husband for dear life. 

He leaves the bed and carries you to the bathroom, to sit on the edge of the tub and turns on the warm water, letting it fill the tub slowly. He expertly spins on the edge to enter and sits down his ankles in the water, knot still swollen inside of you. 

“How about a nice bath where you do absolutely nothing while I keep rutting into you?” He kisses your temple with a purr, “You deserve some sweet lovemaking and attention after that shift. Let me take care of everything, Ch’acah, that would be my pleasure...” He tenderly caresses your back, purring loudly. 

Simply happy to have you in his embrace. 

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Star Wars: The Old Republic and the virtues of hiding under a rock

After all the fun I had writing a deep dive on the delightfully unhinged decision-making process that gave everyone in the Sith Empire equal opportunity to shoot lightning out of their fingertips, I decided hey, why not do another post on Sith-side stuff? Why not focus on another aspect of how The Old Republic's backstory set up for the players to run around being special little guys?

Welcome to the Chiss Ascendancy, which really would rather not be here, thank you.

Spoilers for the Imperial Agent plotline, Act 2 of the Bounty Hunter plotline, Act 1 and 3 of the Jedi Knight plotline, and for the expansions up through the Traitor Among The Chiss flashpoint storyline, set just after the Knights of the Eternal Throne expansion. Also, spoilers for a 30 year old novel series, and bits of current canon. Assume all links to Wookieepedia may include unmarked spoilers for anything and everything under the sun.

Also, many, many side rambles in the picture descriptions. As soon as I realized they were a place I could hide secret bits of brain fluff, I could not be contained.

So, for a little out-of-setting backstory first: The Ascendancy is in SWTOR for one reason. If you're a Star Wars fan, you probably know his name by now. You might even be able to pronounce all of it: Grand Admiral Thrawn, known to his own people as Mitth'raw'nuruodo.

Thrawn was a breakout character from the early Star Wars tie-in Heir to the Empire trilogy by Timothy Zahn, which you can see reflected in the increasing amount of cover space he takes up on each re-release. Zahn may not have totally intended for Thrawn to be the character everybody latched onto so hard—I mean, it was originally the Heir to the Empire trilogy, but it's officially the Thrawn Trilogy now. Which makes it confusing, because Zahn has since written two other trilogies that actually star Thrawn as a main character rather than having him as the main antagonist.

Credit really has to go to Zahn for his work on those books, because despite his occasional insistence to the contrary, they revitalized Star Wars as a fandom. It had been seven years since Return of the Jedi came out, and there'd been nothing since then. George Lucas had been pretty burnt out after RoTJ, and the idea of a multimedia franchise wasn't all that common at the time. There'd been Marvel-produced comics, the West End Games RPG sourcebooks, a few tie-in novels, and a boatload of action figures, but all of those save for the West End Games books were produced to market the movies themselves, or directly profit off of their recent release.

All of these were of variable quality and "Star Wars-y" feel. The Marvel comics brought us such incredible things as a carnivorous green rabbit fighting alongside the main cast, and a couple wild comics by Alan Moore where Leia gets her heart turned to diamond by omnipotent Force spirits. The Splinter of the Mind's Eye novel was written while A New Hope was still in production before George Lucas had decided Luke and Leia were siblings, and you can really tell. Zahn, however, helped by the the West End Games books as a worldbuilding reference, did some stellar work integrating his writing into the Star Wars setting, while simultaneously shaping what fans would think of as a good Star Wars outing for years to come. Hell, some of his inventions made their way back into the movies: the name Coruscant is his. But Thrawn is what most people think of as his big contribution.

And it's for good reason! Thrawn is a memorable antagonist. He's smarter than the imperial officers depicted in the movies. He's able to outmaneuver the heroes on multiple occasions. He's got a unique gimmick that dovetails with the Imperial mindset—while the rest of the Empire utterly disdains foreign cultures, Thrawn takes an Orientalist interest in others' art, using it to build theories of a person or culture's psychology to use against them in war. In fact, as we will see repeated in SWTOR, his original role and his people are often used to represent a less obnoxious, more outwardly reasonable sort of imperial behavior.

He's also a cool-looking blue-skinned, red-eyed alien, later revealed to be from a culture of subterranean xenophobes with complex noble house dramas, among whom he's considered to be an outlier. Through all of this, he overshadowed other characters who may have been intended as the center of attention.

What's really funny is that the very next year, D&D would get Drizzt Do'Urden, a character who unexpectedly overshadowed the others in his series who'd been the intended center of attention, who was a cool-looking gray-skinned, red-eyed drow, from a culture of subterranean xenophobes with complex noble house dramas, among whom he's considered an outlier.

I don't know what precisely was in the zeitgeist in the early 90s, but apparently it was just a time for cool guys who grew up in caves.

It's probably similar fandom tendencies that have made both the Chiss and Drow big players in people's imaginations. Anecdotally, I'm one of those fans. You grow up liking elves, but you also became kind of a goth about it, maybe had a bit of an edgelord phase. You wanted cool elves. Possibly cool elves in space.

Apparently there was a critical mass of folks at Bioware who also were on board with cool elves in space, so they made their way into SWTOR, originally only playable for a couple of Sith-aligned classes. If you were to summarize their narrative role in a single sentence: they collectively act much as Thrawn did, providing a calmer, more collected, largely amoral presence that's peripheral to the overall setting narrative, but provides more substance to the villains.

If one were to take it less seriously, the Chiss end up as the serious side of an evil comedy duo. They are the deadpan comedic foil to the lightning-shooting madmen and their minions, the most obnoxiously british military to ever sail the stars.

So, let's dig into the Chiss a little. You kind of have to, given the "underground city" thing. Details around Chiss history and even biology have not remained fixed as canon has undergone its various convolutions, but it's generally theorized that they were the result of a genetically isolated human colony established on Csilla many thousands of years ago, which has since evolved into a near-human species, often with higher physical fitness than human average, but lower chance of spawning somebody with a Force-y destiny for whatever reason. When hyperspace travel became common, their region of space was discovered to be nigh-impenetrable due to a high concentration of wandering gravitational anomalies, which could turn your ship into an interesting collection of relativistic scrap metal.

This means that the "Unknown Regions" in the galactic west remained largely unexplored by the Galactic Republic, and local powers had to develop their own means of navigating the region. This suited the Chiss just fine, because they really, really don't like hanging out with other people.

The Chiss Ascendancy is a major power in the Unknown Regions, and it's highly isolationist, xenophobic, and authoritarian. A Secret Police force helps maintain internal adherence to the Chiss power structure. The average Chiss citizen in the Star Wars setting will never meet a non-Chiss in their entire life. That is, unless, they're stationed in the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force.

That's a hell of a name right there.

The CEDF takes an imperial pattern of national defense and turns it into doctrine: they never attack first. But if someone pokes the Ascendancy, the Defense Fleet will respond, and they'll make sure the poker can never poke again. But the Expansionary Fleet will scout out areas on their frontier, so, y'know, good luck to anybody who happens to be living there.

Within the Ascendancy, a rotating cast of Ruling Families run the government, noble houses that generally specialize in specific industries, space sectors, or resources. Most of the best positions go to those born into one of these houses, but a common Chiss can theoretically become a "merit adoptive", basically a probationary house member that can eventually become "trial-born" into the house proper, possibly achieving a status of "ranking distant". That is, unless you're found to be Force-sensitive, which during the SWTOR time period would either get you exiled, or you'd spend your life on Force-suppressing drugs.

This culture is, it should be noted again, not presented as nice or right by Timothy Zahn or SWTOR, though getting into the heads of Chiss characters can make it seem very sympathetic from their perspective.

Especially when SWTOR's backstory rolls around, and the Ascendancy had the misfortune of being "discovered" by the Sith Empire.

This led to a rather surprising pivot in Ascendancy policy: upon getting a whiff of what the Sith were about, their response was "Fantastic! Let's be friends," and swiftly negotiated a treaty to become a vassal state to the Empire, in exchange for the Empire leaving them the fuck alone.

Zahn's novels in the current Star Wars canon allude to this as a time that the movie-era Chiss are not exactly fans of, but it has an undeniable logic. The Sith are, frankly, out of their collective minds. They're also really focused on beating the snot out of the Jedi and the Republic, and they'll roll over anyone who gets in their way. Or might seem to be in their way. Or might, given the right paranoid squinting, one day maybe get in their way.

And given the Chiss and Sith tendencies toward similar, albeit factually incompatible politics around somebody being the most special thing in the universe, the two factions had enough in common to make the deal work. At least, up until the inevitable day when the Sith would presumably try and take a swat at the Chiss. This was a delaying tactic to defend the Ascendancy against an invasion from "Lesser Space", nothing more.

One might ask, if they're worried about the Sith, why not ally with the Republic? Well, there's two issues. One, the Republic doesn't have a damn clue where the Chiss are, and the Chiss want to keep it that way. The Empire has some clue where the Chiss are. That's more clues than the Chiss want anyone but themselves to have, really.

And furthermore, the Republic isn't really a better option from the Chiss perspective. It's an alien government, largely run by more of those weird Humans that are all over the Empire as well. Its history shows periods of aggressive colonization and expansion, and, the Sith would be very quick to tell anybody, the Republic sometimes decides to just completely obliterate their foes. Do the Chiss also do that? Yes, but they're Chiss, dammit, they're allowed.

So really, the ideal outcome for the Chiss would be that the Empire and the Republic beat each other senseless, with the Empire eventually imploding and the Republic never finding out where the Ascendancy is at all.

As Star Wars will eventually bear out, that's what happened. The Sith Empire falls apart at some point past SWTOR's time period. And in fact, the Republic would eventually go on to implode twice before anyone in the wider galaxy remembered that Chiss existed, when that funny little guy named Thrawn showed up. So, the Chiss might be the only ones who technically achieved their goals with this whole fiasco. How did they pull that off? And how funny is it to watch someone turn imperial chauvinism on the Sith Empire? The answers are: improbably, and extremely.

Throughout the initial war between the Empire and the Republic, the Chiss served as an unseen aid to the Sith. They provided resources and covert services, but they were utterly unknown to the Republic. They were also making moves unbeknownst to the Empire—if they were going to be breaking their usual isolationism, well, why not take up some territory that nobody else wanted while nobody else was looking? And even when they did let the Empire know they were on a planet, they didn't actually tell them where, or how many. Because really, the Empire wasn't too jazzed about somewhere like Hoth. But the Chiss? With a frozen homeworld, their cities dug deep into the glaciers and bedrock? Perfect! Just like home, but with more wampas. They built a sizeable forward base there, and kept that to themselves for decades.

In fact, if confronted about the existence of the base by an Imperial agent, the man in charge of the base will respond "Our presence here is legal, based on all existing treaties. The fact that you never noticed us is immaterial."

Lol. lmao, even.

By the time we get to Hoth in SWTOR, that base is still secret, but there's a sizeable CEDF detachment that are embedded with the Imperial forces on Hoth. And it's a decent little slice of folks, at least within the EDF. You get a whole range of people, from utter jerks like Warden Khel who tries to detain precious Jawa angel Blizz, to well-liked and respected commanders like Captains Yunaali and Yudrass, the later of whom has to patiently deal with the dumbest white man in existence.

Yudrass is also interesting for a further reason: his voice actor Tony Armatrading was from a British Afro-Caribbean background, and his accent comes through in his performance. In the context where the Empire is firmly Evil Space Wizard Britain, the accents of the Chiss stand out. They're a much more heterogenous mix. Yudrass speaks fluent Basic, but some of the others don't. One speaks Huttese, because he was originally assigned to the Outer Rim and hasn't had the chance to pick up a further language since then. A few speak limited Basic, best illustrated by the guy who gives a delightfully unenthusiastic response to finding out a non-Chiss player character has survived an attack by Imperial traitors: "You're still alive. Huh."

Hoth is also a fantastic place for turning around the chauvinism back on the Imperials, if you're playing as a Chiss. You can summarily ignore human officers in favor of engaging with their Chiss subordinates. You can work to have Yudrass promoted, both because of his competence and because you transparently don't like the other guy's face. You can privilege information gathered by the CEDF, because obviously they don't deal in bad intel. If you're playing an Imperial Agent, you can end up siding with the Chiss so comprehensively that you become a merit-adoptive of a Ruling Family. You can even reveal that you were never earnestly working for the Empire at all.

On the other side of the war, It's unclear when the Republic learns about the Chiss. Probably at some point during the quagmire over Hoth, but they're never thought of as a major player. Nobody in the Republic off Hoth really mentions them. They're treated with extreme suspicion, with a couple lines that are pretty eyebrow-raising. A Chiss defector dies while trying to trade information for asylum, and a Republic major responds to the news with "It's just as well. I'm not sure the men really wanted a Chiss hanging around here." Yikes, my dude.

Still, with their presence revealed, the Chiss seem to have slowly started taking more active roles liaising with the Imperial military, working in Imperial space, or even joining Imperial organizations. This begins as projects by the Ruling Families and other prominent Houses, but individual Chiss also started taking swings at making it in Lesser Space. Some of them may have been average Chiss trying to get ahead outside of the traditional Ascendancy power structure, and some of them might never have fit in well back home in the first place.

This is, for the record, why Chiss are a playable option for the Bounty Hunter class. It's not often remarked on though, and Bounty Hunters don't get much Chiss-specific dialog options.

And it's not like bounty hunters or Chiss are exactly welcomed in Imperial space, though. After all, the Empire has their blood purity laws and all that, if you're a non-human or non-Pureblood, you're constantly subjected to microaggressions and, frankly, macroaggressions. Possibly even megaaggressions. They'd never let Chiss near positions of power, or access to their secrets.

People who've played already know where this is going. And any curious souls who read my last post may recall a really odd evil space wizard gimp who decided he did not give one single fuck about those blood purity laws.

Darth Jadus, blessed maniac that he is, opened Imperial Intelligence to alien recruitment with all the political grace he was known for, which was none, with a side order of self-aware cultic rambling: Everyone should have equal opportunity to access the misery that is the Empire, because the Dark Side likes it when you do that.

And in so doing, he created a very interesting proposition for motivated Chiss willing to take the risk, and an even more interesting proposition for the Ascendancy's Secret Police: they could now embed sleeper agents within an enemy security force by submitting job applications.

And this is why new players can chose to be Chiss when they play as Imperial Agents. You get a lot of Chiss-specific dialog as an Agent. The game supports player choices to explicitly say you reject the Ascendancy, or that you're secretly working for it. Or, hell, you could play a Chiss who says they're in it for themselves, and then secretly confides later that they're actually an Ascendancy spy!

I am so, so tempted to describe the Agent plot in its absolutely bonkers entirety, but let's stick to the Ascendancy view… for now, at any rate. I probably have another of these essays in me somewhere.

So! Sleeper agents. If the Empire won't ever fuck off by itself, then the Ascendancy wanted to make sure that they had options to give it a push. That would allow them to go back to their usual isolationism, if they still wanted it—You hear at least one Aristocra intimate that the Ascendancy might go all British Empire on the rest of the galaxy, if they see the opportunity. Some Chiss now rather like the idea of being the tiny little backwater kingdom that suddenly owns literally everything, as great powers around it weaken.

Complicating their ambitions, things did not turn out that way. Well, not the way they expected. The Ascendancy was out there playing spy chess, while the Emperor was gearing up to eat the entire chess tournament.

Honestly, there was no way the Ascendancy could've predicted the crazy shit that was going to go down in the Empire. Like, really, nobody saw that coming, not even in the Empire. Except for Darth Jadus, if you're weird enough to let him take a swing at running the entire government. Hell, if you're an Ascendancy sleeper agent, maybe he's precisely the sort of destabilizing force you want in the Empire.

So, when it turns out you accidentally allied yourself with an eldritch monster that wants to Pac-Man all life in the galaxy, what do you do? Well, fortunately for the Ascendancy, the Jedi took care of that one for them! Unfortunately, the Jedi didn't count on the MMO having expansions. Turns out, the Emperor was not entirely dead, just a little dead. And also he had a spare Empire hiding elsewhere, just in case the first one didn't work out.

No, I'm not joking, this really happened.

Meet the Eternal Empire, the Sith Emperor's side project where he put all its points toward a cultural victory and military automation, so when he lost control of that empire as well, his usurper was able to just kind of fling remote-controlled fleets at the rest of the galaxy.

With the Republic and Empire all war'd out, they were pretty emphatically steamrolled by the Eternal Fleet. And because the Emperor had known where the Ascendancy was, they were also in the line of fire.

And so the Ascendancy said "Wow! We hate it! Kindly take some planets and fuck off."

And it worked! They had to pay some exorbitant taxes to the Eternal Empire, but not as crippling as what the other powers suffered—because invading them hadn't been as expensive and they made early moves to placate this new empire and its alien human madness, they mostly flew under the radar, and weren't targeted for reprisals.

After that, there was a whole song-and-dance that included a suspiciously protagonist-shaped person uniting the rest of the galaxy against the Eternal Empire, overthrowing two or three usurpers who'd taken over (depending on whether you count the evil mastermind droid who was just kind of there to vibe), and killing the Emperor again for almost the last time, the galaxy could finally stop with that whole nonsense and come to a realization: Everyone was flat broke.

The concessions to the Eternal Empire had crippled the major powers. The Republic was reeling once again, and the Empire had lost most of its leadership and was currently in a very funny series of events that canonically end up with an 87 year old who loves shenanigans assuming the title of Emperor. the Hutt Cartel was probably still having its own problems because it was only a few years since their Supreme Mogul decided to become a raid boss and got killed, then the next one was a violent Hutt supremacist who threw a tantrum that ultimately dropped his own palace on him, and we have no clear successor after that.

The Ascendancy responded to Imperial inquiries with something along the lines of "Oh, yeah, sorry, we'd really like to help, but the Eternal Empire, wow! They really did a number on us. We can't spare any resources right now. We totally would if we could, though."

Literally no one believes them, but because no Imperial ships have ever landed on Csilla, nobody could call them on their bullshit.

And that's about where things stand! There was a kerfuffle where one of the Ruling Families put their drama on display to foreigners, which was a big faux pas. The result is a brief series of missions that actually take place on an Ascendancy world.

But otherwise, the Chiss have maintained their isolationism up to the present day of SWTOR's story. Are they right to do so? I mean, the game remains pretty consistent with the rest of Legends on the Ascendancy: they're a bunch of very pretty jerks who only look better in comparison to their competition, who are grand champions of jerkassitude, and because we're not in a position to see the Ascendancy inflict itself on other people. If they were a major power on the level of the Sith Empire, we'd probably see a lot more of their ugly side.

And what about playing the part of being one of these people? It's not good, certainly. Turnabout may feel like fair play, but it's not great at actually improving the situation overall.

…But it can be fun to indulge in a bit, in the fantasy of an MMO. Especially when the Empire is just so, so dunkable. It's like a less dangerous version of when the English cricket team of 1932-1933 decided it was entirely sporting to give Australians skull fractures, right up until the West Indies cricket team said "Now hear us out—what if we attacked you with the ball as well?"

And beyond that, this is the game where you can get the chance to shoot lightning at people while your eight foot tall cannibal thrall-maybe-turned-husband approves on the sidelines. If anything, the Ascendancy might suffer from being less goofy than that. But taken in full context of the MMO, they're often standing in as the reserved or reluctant bunch who got collectively dragged into this whole mess and are just trying to ride out the chaos with all clothes, dignity, and eyebrows intact. When subjected to the galaxy's shenanigans, the Ascendancy would rather take the advice of the skeleton meme:

And that can be deeply funny to play around with.