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_ "Where it pertains to the Force, 'light' is generated from action and choice, through acts of compassion, kindness and love. Not matter how deep and pervasive the darkness is, even a little light is a victory that can't easily be extinguished." _

~Unknown Jedi Knight

Miles Lohess had hoped the time he had spent in the Omega-Orr would culminate in him being able to better "see" in the vessel. From the moment he stepped out of the Gold Rush his Force-sight had been hampered by the pervasiveness of the dark side concealment, reducing his sight to being no better than as if he were a normal human, albeit without eyes. That had not changed throughout much of the ship- yet the growing sense of hope, of the will to live, desire to be rescued and succeed in their task tomorrow, had lifted the darkness around the medical facility, allowing him a clearer vision of what was happening. And what he was seeing was, in a way, heartwarming and bittersweet. He could feel the words as he peeked into some of the different patient rooms, where a dozen or so Imperial and CorpSec soldiers had retired privately to share in moments of intimacy.

With his vision restored, at least within Medical, he did not miss when a figure approached the hatch to the room he was meditating at, where a well-groomed, blonde-haired male hesitated, a piece of paper clenched in one fist as the other was held up, ready to knock at the hatch. Before the first rap landed, Miles smiled and spoke clearly.

"Come in."

Liam jumped slightly before relaxing, activating the hatch controls and stepping in cautiously. "I... hope I didn't catch you at an inopportune moment," the human said, shutting the hatch behind him.

"No, not really," Miles answered, relaxing and hanging his legs off the patient bed. "I was just getting some meditation in, being able to 'see' again is refreshing- wasn't able to for a while, until we got in here."

Liam nodded, taking a seat in one of the visitor chairs. "I've heard that Miraluka can see all sorts of incredible things through the Force- I can only imagine what it'd be like to have that sense stifled all of the sudden. Like a pair of normal human eyes forced to view through a keyhole, I imagine?"

Miles nodded, sighing. "That's not a bad way to put it, really. I had to put up with it once, on Dakua. We nearly lost Keris there. It was one of those times I felt so useless, not being able to help the rest of the pack out because I couldn't see well." He hesitated. "I told you I was Locke's aide-de-camp, and a bodyguard of sorts, right?" Liam nodded. "In that time, I learned to appreciate him as a friend, as someone I'd lay my life down for- he tried to do the same thing for me on Katarr. Then there was Keris, and after we defected, I started training and looking out for Locke's twin and his fiancee... I still haven't decided if I'm going to stay with them in the end, after this bullshit with the Circle of Syn is finished, but the longer I stay, the more it feels like the answer will eventually be yes."

"Because you've grown to care that deeply for them?" Liam asked.

"Right... and having my sight reduced, to the point where I can't even keep an eye on them at times? Well, that hurts. Kinda scares me." A moment of silence follower as the Miraluka stopped speaking, watching the human's body language. There was a reluctance in his posture that had not been there until after he had said these things. "Anyway... enough about that, though. Did you need something?" he asked curiously.

Liam didn't answer immediately, looking nervous. "I... well, I suppose I don't really need it, but... I wanted to ask you something."

"Go for it."

"Well... Saine started to, ah... administer certain medical treatments to the soldiers around here, offered to do bloodtests because... well, tomorrow will be quite a day. And some of the soldiers here... I mean--"

"Take it slow, Liam," The ex-soldier chuckled. "There's no need to rush."

"But there is!" Liam countered anxiously. "I mean... you were in here, so you probably didn't see where that one engineer, the one working on the hover-stretchers, was proposed to by one of the CorpSec soldiers. And... she said yes. Got a bit of a cheer from the guys here, couple of them have plans to break out some of the remaining spirits they have in the medical mess hall and party, but some of the others have taken to... well..."

"… Partying on their own," Miles finished for him with a smile. "Yeah, I saw when she accepted his proposal. Really sweet- I hope they both make it out of here alive. And so Saine started handing on birth control measures to anybody that asked, since we're putting our plan into action tomorrow."

"That's kind of my point, though," Liam said, wringing his hands. "They feel like time is short- everyone does. And I guess all sense of trepidation has left them, they don't feel like there's any point in holding things off any longer, so they're taking chances they normally wouldn't, you know? Everyone is just going for broke."

"Except you."

Liam flinched, looking away. "… Except me."

Miles got up from the bed, circling around in and kneeling, looking up at the human with a warm smile. "You're almost there, though. You went to Saine to get some blood tests done, because you wanted to know something. And then you asked her something too, because you had an idea- a hope, right?"

Wonder filled the CorpSec officer's eyes. "You... saw that?"

"And then," Miles continued as if he hadn't spoken, "you spent about 30 minutes sitting by yourself, trying to come to a decision. You were thinking about something important, something that made you go back to Saine to get a piece of paper, right?"

Bowing low, looking ashamed, Liam nodded. "Y-yeah..." he confirmed, the crumpled piece of paper still in his fist.

"What does that paper say?"

Silence hung between them as Liam held his answer back, his breathing audible as he tried to steady himself. But it took little more than a simple, kind gesture to rouse him, when Miles reached out and touched the human's occupied hand. A flinch passed through Liam at the sensation, but he didn't draw away from it- rather, his breathing eased as he looked back up, staring the Miraluka in the face.

"… It says that I possess no sexually transmitted diseases, that I'm biologically clean. I haven't... I haven't had many partners in the past, but I've always insisted that if I... indulge in intimacy, that I know my partner is clean- and that they in turn know I'm also clean."

Miles nodded. "So then all that remains is for you to ask."

"… We haven't known each other very long," Liam said hesitantly.

"Kajex and Syrra fell in love within a week," Miles replied, reaching up and cupping the side of Liam's face. "I'm not saying that this is what will happen between us... but then again, maybe it will- it happened for Talrik and Rook. And either way, I'm not going to say no- not when I want the same thing you want."

Liam's eyes brightened. "I... want to have sex. With you, Miles."

"And I'm more than willing to oblige, Liam," was the answer, before he drew the slightly shorter human into his embrace, sharing a deep kiss.

"How are you feeling?" Locke asked.

Syrra smiled up at the white wolf, her heart touched by the look of concern painted on his features- she did not miss the brief glance to her injured right arm, still reduced to a stump. With the one paw she still possessed, she cupped his face and leaned in, noses touching in an affection gesture. "I keep telling you, I'm fine, Locke. There's no pain, just a temporary loss."

"Kajex worries about you," he responded, holding her naked body close to his. "As do Keris and I. We just want to know that you're alright, that this... that my actions aren't causing you undue suffering." Guilt, shame for what he had been forced to do, emerged on his face, taking the form of a pained grimace that brought a pang of sympathy to the Trianii's heart.

"You saved my life," she assured him. "You showed that you are my fiancee's twin brother, through and through. And if you're worried that depriving me of my right paw would cost you any trust I have in you, you can stop- I would trust you with my own children, were I to have any."

The Jedi Guardian sighed and managed to smile back at her. "I apologize, love. I seem to be spoiling the mood with my fretting, aren't I."

Deciding it would be better to show him than to tell him that the mood remained, she drew him in close and kissed him deeply, moaning as the white wolf's paws stroked down her body. Even with one paw, she was able to push him down before climbing on top of him, his back against the angled mattress as his sheath began to kiss her netherlips. A fleeting memory of her fiancee pinning her against a similar bed back on Ekibo flickered before her waking eyes, yet when it vanished she felt the scene was still being replayed. As their lips drew away, she purred, stroking his thick chestfur.

"You could never spoil the mood for me- you'll always be welcome in our bed. In you, Locke, I see my future husband: his courage, his kindness and ability to instruct, his wisdom, and even his wit." She paused, giggling softly and letting out a quiet moan as the Guardian's prick caressed her slit. "And I see and feel him in your body, of course."

"I love you, you know," he told her quietly, pure affection for the feline straddling him evident in his silver-blue eyes. "As deeply as my brother and Keris- another similarity I share with them."

"And I love you too, Locke," the Trianii answered, her heart singing as she leaned forward and kissed him again, just as she impaled herself on his thick cock. Even in the darkness they were surrounded by, it was impossible to overcome the warmth of the light they shared in.

"Tal?"

"Which means 'blood,'" Rook informed the fox, smiling as they sat side-by-side. "When you want to say 'dried blood' or 'scar', it's 'haastal'."

"Haastal. Like that?" the fox asked.

"Spot on, mate," the otter replied with a grin. "You're really getting this down."

A loud bang sounded from the blast doors some 50 feet away, but the sound had become so frequent that it had become only a minor annoyance to the two. Try as the Infection might, their physical strength could only do so much to a warship using reinforced durasteel blast-hatches; and thus far, none of the undead possessed the capacity to bring a plasma torch or fusioncutter to breach through- according to Saine, the medical officer who was leading the survivors, what remained of their rotting brains and limbs after such a long period of time was not enough to operate such tools. In either case, the alarms would go off if an unauthorized mechanical breach was detected.

Still, the fact that there was a plague of animated dead beyond the doors and that it was trying very hard to kill them, was unnerving in and of itself- so to settle their spirits while Kajex began indulging in physical intimacy with Keris in the galley's break-room, Rook had started teaching Talrik more words in the Mandalorian language; with every bit of knowledge she imparted, the fox focusing and committing her language to memory, the Selonian's chest grew warmer. Where only 2 hours ago she had felt cold, inwardly afraid for herself and for the fox she had become close with, fear had left her and been replaced with deeper affection for her friend and lover.

"So what if I wanted to say 'spill blood'?" Talrik asked.

"The word would be 'tal'galar'," she responded. "That's the word you would use, with galar meaning 'spill'." She held up a finger. "But if you wanted to say give blood, you would use 'tal'onidir', which means 'to sweat blood'- it's what you'd say for putting all your effort into something."

"Tal'galar, tal'onidir- to spill blood, to give blood," Talrik repeated slowly.

The Selonian grinned. "How did you become so proficient in learning languages? Is it just a part of you that you don't get to show off often?"

The fox chuckled, shaking his head. "Learning non-Basic languages is actually a prerequisite to being assigned out in the field. They trained me to pick up on new languages quickly, which is what's been helping me learn Trianii from Syrra and Kaj. But back then, I decided that if I had to become a stormtrooper, that I'd be put on assignment where I could earn a steady enough paycheck to support my mother and brother- multilinguism seemed like a good opportunity. Didn't work, obviously."

"You really care about them, don't you, mate?" she asked, admiration for the fox's loyalty to his blood family growing.

He nodded, looking subdued. "There was a time when they were all I had left, and they were living in the slums that were unsafe. We got by, lived comfortably enough, but there was always the chance something bad could happen. Being able to get them to Yavin 4... there's no way I could ever repay Kajex for it." He paused. "I hope I get to see them again, after this."

The Selonian treated him with a sympathetic smile as she leaned over and lightly slapped his upper arm. "You will, fox-boy. Don't you worry, I'll get you out of this myself."

"I'll bet," he replied, smiling back. "I'd like for you to meet them. I think they'd like you."

The suggestion made her blink, then blush. "I... well, of course they would!" she answered proudly, regaining her composure with a grin. "I'd be glad to meet them, give them another reason to breathe easy- not many people can say they have a Mandalorian watchin' over them- a veritable beskar-clad guardian angel!" she added with a barking laugh, which Talrik matched. "Don't worry, mate- I'll put all I got into getting you home. Besides, you're fun to be around, and I don't wanna lose that."

"Not that you're asking for it, or that you need it," the Ranger said in response with a fading smile, "but I've got your back too."

"You really enjoy my company that much, eh?" she chuckled- but her smile faded as the fox licked his lips, concentrating as he stared into her eyes.

"Ori'haat... par gar, ni ru'kel ner tal'galar, Rriyan A'Kiif."

Rook blinked, the words freezing her in place.

"… Did... did I say that right?"

The otter nodded slowly, swallowing. "You... you said it perfectly. I-I mean, if... if that was what you meant to say," she stammered, feeling a slight burn at the corners of her eyes.

Talrik smiled warmly. "Yeah, I think that was what I meant to say."

"It's... it's definitely not something you should say lightly," Rook cautioned him quietly, feeling the steady, powerful thump of her heartbeat in her chest as she struggled to keep calm.

"Who says that I'm saying it lightly?" he answered, as he reached out and touched her paw- and now the thumping in her chest accelerated in pace. Conflict raged in her mind as part of her wanted to draw her paw away, while the other part kept it in place. Eventually the latter feeling won out, as she lifted her paw and held his.

Silence hung between them, the fox staring at her in expectation- she knew he was waiting for her to say something, that she wanted to speak, and he was waiting until she had come out to say it. A shudder passed through her as she recalled Kajex's words only 2 weeks prior- "I know Mandalorian etiquette to a degree- you don't generally make passes at a Mandalorian you find attractive unless you intend to have them join the clan, and they don't make passes at non-clan unless they intend to ask them to join."

The memory prompted her to speak. "Talrik, I... I don't know if... if I should teach you anymore."

His smile faded, ears flattening sadly as he wore a confused, slightly hurt expression. "I'll respect your decision, if that's what you want- but I'd like to ask why."

"It's... i-it's complicated," she stated, wincing as she did- it was not the truth, and she hated herself for not being honest. Warmth enveloped her paw as Talrik reached out with his other, holding it in both hands, causing the otter to flinch and look away.

"Gedet'ye, gar'cuyir hayc," Talrik asked softly, requesting her honesty to him. The words were calm and kind, understanding- fighting to keep her emotions in check she looked up, seeing a smile on his face that told her he would not hold it against her if she decided to lie to him again. But even as she acknowledged that she could, she steeled herself, knowing she would not- not to him, nor his pack.

"It's... it's not easy for me to say," she admitted. "It's just... Mando'a is a language that only my people use. Aruetiise are not... not permitted to learn it, unless they intend to become Mando'ade. And... to flirt with or have anything resembling a deep relationship with one is only allowed if... if you intend to join, to be with them for the rest of your life. I just- I feel like I've been leading you on, teaching you these words even though you already have kin. A-and I don't wanna take you from that," she said, tearing up inside as she said it, a searing heat trickling from the corners of her eyes. "B-but at the same time, I... I do wanna take you away from them. For... for me."

She had expected him to look away in disgust, or stare at her in disappointment. But what she had not expected was for him to smile, to move closer to her and clasp their paws together.

"Did I upset you, with what I said?"

"Fuck no, mate," she answered honestly, trembling as she wiped impatiently at her tear-streaked face. "I... fuck... I'm happy I make you feel that way. That's why I'm also fuckin' terrified right now. It's getting' too deep, we're getting' too close. I'm teachin' you things that would force you to let go, all because I can't let go."

"Do either of us need to let go of what we have?" he asked. "Or is it okay for us to have both?"

"Talrik... I don't know, mate, I really don't. I ain't ever heard of it happening to a clan member."

"Do you want me to come with you? To join your clan?"

Oxygen seemed to leave every fibre of her body as he said it, the suggestion and the sincerity in which he had made it stirring a mix of emotions within her; fear, admiration, pride- and love deeper than she'd ever known. "I... Talrik, I don't know that you, of all people, should ever be Mando'ade. You're... too sweet. You're a badass, and you have an incredible heart, and... shit... you have a family here that cares about you, and I'm just in the fuckin' way, trying to mess it up because I'm selfish, and--"

But in the middle of her tears, her anguish at trying to let go of the connection she had, Talrik had leaned in, embraced her tightly. Her reaction was to choke back a sob and hold him, bringing her muzzle in and kissing him deeply. Whatever else she was certain of more than anything else at that moment, it was that she did not want to let the fox go. Even as they drew their muzzles away, she held onto him, trembling as he muttered word into her ear.

"I don't know where I want to go, Rook. What I do know is that I'm not ready to let go of you yet, and I want to see how far this goes. We've known each other nearly 3 weeks, but every moment spent with you in that time has been just as great as the time I've spent with my pack. And I don't want to give that up easily."

She nodded, nuzzling into his neck. "I don't want you to rush a decision, either. I... I wanna be here with you, too. By the Force... I'm such a fuck-up in some ways, you haven't even seen the worst of me yet. I want, at least, for you t'see that, before you say anything."

"Until then... can I still bleed for you?" he asked softly.

"Yeah... because I'm sure as hell gonna bleed for you, mate," she responded with a watery chuckle, smiling despite herself. With his vow still making her heart sing, she drew in close and kissed him again, before leaning into him and resting her head on his shoulder, purring gently as she calmed down. Happy as she was, she almost didn't notice another loud thump coming from the blast door, though the sound made Talrik sigh.

"Hey... do you wanna get out of here, maybe... spend a little private time together?" he asked, squeezing around her midsection.

"We're supposed to be standing watch," she reminded him, though she grinned. "Wouldn't be very responsible of us to fuck on the job."

"Everyone else is," he countered with a grin of his own. "And I was thinking, if you're still up for it... maybe we see what Kajex and Keris are up to, help them unwind?"

"I... well, I mean..." she swallowed, blushing hard. "You're the first guy I've ever been fucked by, it's not like I ever... I dunno that I'd be a stellar partner, y'know?"

"You don't have to, if you'd rather not," he assured her. "But if Mando'ade are meant to live every day like it's their last- and given that it looks like for some of us, it very well might be- maybe you should try something new, something you'd never done before, right?"

She giggled in response, burying her face shyly into his neck. "I... alright, I'm game. But... you'll let me back out if I feel I'm not up to it, alright love?"

"Gar ganar ner miit," he replied warmly, making her laugh and kiss him once more before the two stood and, still holding each other's paws, left the galley to join the Jedi lovers.

They'd not gotten very far, the wolf and vixen, when Kajex sensed apprehensive eyes watching them from a distance. Content first to spend time cuddling, kissing and share in the kind of comfort that washed away all fear of what lay beyond, they had only just bared each other's bodies; the moment the Sentinel's sheath was in sight, the vixen Padawan had straddled her lovers hips and caressed her gash against his maleness needfully, purrs and whimpers emanating from her each time the peeking black tip nudged and nuzzled against her clit. Despite the focus he put into turning her on, with lips and teeth tracing her neck and tits, he did not fail to notice the two intruders, though their presence did nothing more than cause him to smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Talrik and Rook peeking around the upturned tables the two Jedi were hidden behind; and beyond that, perceivable in his position only by his Jedi senses, he could tell they were turning each other on, paws sliding between their legs or stroking their chests.

"We have an audience," Kajex whispered into the vixen's ear. Through half-lidded, lust-hazed eyes, Keris blinked then smiled at the words, but the Sentinel held a finger to her lips to silence any response- he was not quite ready to spill the beans on the two non-Jedi viewers. Rather he lifted the vixen up, coaxing her to her feet while he remained knelt before her; with his arms supporting her rump and lower back, his muzzle pressed against her exposed cleft, causing the vixen to arch her back and moan as he kissed her sweltering netherlips.

He had 'tasted' her before in the past, in the few sessions they had shared together, and he still enjoyed the subtle differences in flavor between his fiancee and his lover, as his tongue lashed against her folds. More enticing were the not-so-subtle differences in their reactions, for while Syrra would gasp and coo at the oral attention, Keris would mewl and moan loudly, ensuring that the Gold Rush's soundproof rooms would be put to the test. With no such sound barriers, the vixen's improvised sexual song echoed throughout the mess hall- it was clear to the wolf that she had every intention of turning their two voyeurs on with her howling, letting them know the incredible bliss her loins were subjected to.

Soon it became apparent that her vocal efforts were having an effect on the two hidden lovers, as sparks of pleasure erupted out of sight, perceivable to the wolf's Jedi sense. Keeping his eyes up on the writhing vixen, he drilled his thick tongue deeper into her gripping depths, where the taste was raw and concentrated, such that he salivated at the flavor. Every lash of his tongue made the vixen's quim quiver, her body reacting by attempting to squeeze her vaginal walls around it. A simple flick and the flat of it scraped against the roof of her cleft, making the vixen tremble; he'd bred the vixen often enough that he had learned (with his brother's guidance) where her g-spot was. The moment the tip of his tongue reached the spot, it tensed and assaulted the weak point mercilessly, causing Keris to scream as she experienced a hot, explosive orgasm.

Kajex drew away just in time to avoid being overwhelmed, the vixen's honey splashing over his snout as he chuckled, the sticky output dribbling around his muzzle and off his chin as he licked it clean. Working quickly, he lapped at what trace amounts of the vixen's femcum remained, cleaning her cleft as her knees shook violently. With the reflexes of a trained Jedi he sprang to his feet and caught her just as her legs gave out, helping her down into a sitting position in his lap. The vixen panted and purred, head rolling to the side as the wolf's stronger arms wrapped around her form.

"Haah... f... fuck... Kajex, that was incredible..."

"I'm glad you feel that way," he responded, nuzzling into her neck playfully and drawing out a giggle. "Think our audience enjoyed that?"

"Not as much as they could," Keris responded softly, turning her head to lick the Sentinel's muzzle. "But I think I can draw them out."

He would have asked what she was planning had it not become immediately apparent, the vixen's muscles relaxing as she leaned into her lover's embrace. He noticed the look of focus she possessed as she fell into a minor trance, but his attention was drawn away from his lover by movement in front of them. Standing completely nude was her clone, another Force illusion crafted by the vixen. The mental construct's movements were flawless- every step she took caused the phantom-vixen's breasts to bounce as if they were flesh, her hips swaying side to side exactly the way Keris would when attempting to entice a male. Marveling for a brief moment at how quickly Keris had learned to conjure and control her phantoms, he gave her a quick, proud hug before focusing himself. As a better trained Jedi, it wasn't difficult for him to 'see' both Talrik and Rook from the opposite angle; nor was it difficult to see how turned on the two were.

Talrik had opted to open up his intimacy with Rook the same way Kajex had, by flipping the otter onto her back and lashing at her slit with eager slurps and licks. The Selonian had a paw clamped around her muzzle to stifle any noises, which had been pointless while Keris was screaming and mewling her pleasure- but now the wolf could hear the soft squeaks and muffled chirps she was attempting to stifle, and the quiet groans of her Ranger lover as he stroked his fully-erect cock as he prepared her. It was from this angle, watching Rook's hips roll into the fox's face needfully, that he saw Keris' clone approach them, ignored by either. She got to her hands and knees behind Talrik, her muzzle leaning over his shoulder as a paw reached around his midsection and wrapped around his cock.

It was an impossibility, Kajex knew- only Grand Masters who had devoted a full lifetime towards conjuring illusions through the Force, could create them in a fashion that generated a physical touch. Yet Keris had been clever, he noticed- rather than attempt such a task, she had instead used telekinesis to squeeze the Ranger's cock as if her clone's paw had been responsible. The effect made Talrik jump in surprise, breaking away from the otter's netherlips as he let out a moan, forgetting to stifle the sound to keep them hidden.

Rook's eyes opened a fraction, staring at her lover for a moment before straightening up with a sharp gasp as she spotted the illusion. "K-Keris!"

The clone smiled and spoke. "Silly pup... you don't need to be shy, you can come on out if you'd like join me and Kajex," she cooed enticingly, as Talrik wiped his messy muzzle with his forearm- he had left the Selonian's pussy in a state, tufts of fur messy and uneven, soaked in the Amaran's saliva and her own female dew.

Rook's face was red enough that patches of it nearly matched the crimson highlights in her black hair. "I... but I--"

"You can't pretend this is the first time you've seen me go at it, pup," Keris admonished the bounty hunter playfully. "I'm sure you know by now that I noticed you back on Corellia, when me and Talrik were having a moment of our own, yeah? So why don't you come out and show us how bold you can be?" The vixen's clone winked. "Or I could just give your boyfriend's cock here a good workout."

The Selonian blinked, then glared at the vixen's clone, jumping to her feet and sprinting around the upended galley table with a growl. Immediately worried that Keris' offer to take care of the Ranger herself had angered the otter into violence, Kajex snapped out of his trance the same moment Keris did, just in time to see the completely nude albino otter spring forward and tackle Keris with enough force to slam the wolf onto his back and knock the wind out of him- Talrik, meanwhile, had circled around the barrier, just in time to see his lover lunge. A yelp of fear rang as the Selonian grabbed Keris' hair and wrenched it back, snarling into the vixen's face.

"Y'wanna know how bold I can be, kar'tachka!?" Without warning, not even waiting to hear an answer from the bewildered vixen, she leaned forward and caught her muzzle with her own, moaning as she gave Keris a deep, passionate kiss; the moan was echoed by the vixen as she trembled and pressed herself against the slightly younger female. Opposite Kajex, Talrik had stopped short, gaping at the two females as they shared a moment of sapphic intimacy, apparently not at all expecting Rook to have ever in her life done something so out-of-the-blue. As their paws roamed around in exploration, sliding over breasts, smoothing over one another's hips, squeezing each other's rumps, and finally slipping between their legs; both males were left to stare in aroused shock.

It was, Kajex decided, easily better than any lesbian content on the Gold Rush's server- and they'd only gotten as far as pawing at each other's slits. From his close position he could easily see the light suction of their lips, the subtle hints that indicated their tongues were entwined and struggling against each other. If Syrra had been in the middle of this, the wolf wondered if he would not simply cum on the spot. As it was, his ebony prick was painfully hard, every throb of his cock generating a dollop of fresh precum that trickled down his shaft and balls. Over Keris' shoulder, he could see Talrik's fist clenching around his foxcock , as if 'pinching' himself to discern whether or not what he was seeing was real; though it also caused him to squeeze a considerable amount of natural lube down his shaft.

When the two finally broke their kiss, it was with a single thread of saliva stretched between them; Rook was panting softly, shivering as she stared at the woman she had just locked lips with. "How's that... for bein' bold... slut?" she said between breaths, smiling uncertainly as she continued to rub the vixen's soaked cunt.

Keris' smile was nothing short of broad and amused, as she returned the favor and made the otter squeak by inserting a pair of fingers into her cleft, thumb working along the pink nub of her clit. "Girl, you got my juices flowing again," she purred, "not to mention Kaj's and your boyfriend's. Still game for a foursome, pup?"

"On one condition," the otter replied, looking to the wolf. "Talrik gets to finish in me at some point, savvy?"

The wolf chuckled. "Savvy- but I hope you don't mind if I finish in him," he added as he pointed to the fox. "It's been a while, I'd appreciate you not hogging my little brother."

"Deal!"

"Do I get a say in this?" Talrik asked, ears flattening as a sheepish grin formed on his muzzle.

All three of them answered. "No!"

Back in the medical wing, another pair of lovers were spending what might very well be their last night alive with each other.

Liam grit his teeth to hold back the groans of intense physical pleasure his Miraluka lover was putting him through, tensing each time the ex-soldier's tongue flicked against his glans. Miles had proven an impressive lower, not only due to his immeasurable compassion and care, or his 12-inch member; but primarily due to his ability to gauge the human closely and keep him in a state of sexual limbo, at a threshold that kept Liam's respectable 9-inch cock as hard as possible. Not a single movement made by the Miraluka was wasted- everything he did had a purpose, keeping Liam on edge.

The near-human's massage, performed only with his bare hands, had been nothing short of incredible; to have it followed by an expert blowjob that put a delicious ache in the CorpSec officer's balls made Liam feel like the luckiest man in the galaxy. But it was without warning that he was subjected to another act of intimacy that nearly sent him past the edge, when the eyeless male penetrated his ass with a pair of well-lubed fingers. At some point, when Liam was least-aware, the Miraluka had slathered his fingers in medical lubrication, the warm gel making the entry slick as he buried his fingers down to the knuckle. It was enough to make Liam cry out in bliss, writhing beneath Miles as the latter swirled his fingers around, subjected to both anal penetration and oral ministrations.

Yet it didn't last long- Miles' Force sight allowed him to know how close the human was to orgasm, and before long he tapered off his efforts to allow Liam to catch his breath, extracting his fingers and laying next to his lover with a grin. "Too much?"

The CorpSec officer groaned, nerves tingling as he lacked the strength to do little more than turn enough to face the Miraluka. "Why are you asking me that?" he said through strained breaths, smiling. "I know damn well you can see it all."

"I'd prefer to hear it from you, to be honest," he answered warmly.

"You're easily the best I've had so far," the human responded. "And we haven't even gotten down to the best part." Unable to help himself, he chuckled. "You weren't lying, after all."

"About what?"

"You expressed concern about keeping an eye on everyone, and now I think I have an idea about how you operate. You could be selfish and simply get what you want for yourself, but... you're not that kind of person. You have no reason to treat me like this, giving me the best night of my life, but you're doing it anyway- you've been nothing short of mindful and kind, receptive to my desires instead of tending to yours." He reached up and rubbed the older male's coarser face affectionately. "I could have asked around, seen if there was anybody else interested in a brief fling, but I'm glad I came to you; because I kinda don't want for it to be a fling."

Even in the dark, star-lit room, it was easy for Liam to spot the Miraluka's blush on his tan skin. "I... thanks, Liam. I'm glad a handsome guy like you decided to go with me."

Now it was Liam's turn to blush at the compliment. "For now, stop worrying about my desires- I want you to enjoy yourself too," he insisted, shifting onto his back and pulling the soldier over him. A thrilll passed through his body as Miles complied, chest-to-chest as he lined his massive prick against the human's well-lubed asshole. A brief moment passed where Miles looked as if he wanted to say something, but rather than commit to words he instead leaned closer and kissed Liam deeply, plowing the slick head and shaft of his cock easily into Liam's body with a single stroke.

Until he'd seen Miles strip down, Kajex had possessed the largest cock Liam had ever laid eyes on (though it was fair to say that his intense focus on his work made dalliances like this far and few between); with an extra two inches over the captain and a human shape, Liam found it more to his appeal, despite the length being intimidating. But Mile's once he'd hilted the pulsing tool completely within Liam's anal walls, it left the human feeling more filled than he'd ever felt in his entire life. It was impossible not to moan and squirm beneath the ex-soldier as he adjusted to the size, his tight anal ring squeezing hard around the girthy visitor, flexing slightly each time the flesh rod throbbed and spit extra precum into his depths.

Yet Miles was not content to wait long, seemingly heeding Liam's offer to focus on his own physical pleasure for once. Taking a brief moment to grab Liam's hands and pin down to each side of his head, their fingers entwined, the Miraluka drew his hips back, pulling half his length out of the warm grip, before slamming back in. With the precedence for the Miraluka's pace selected in the second thrust, Liam could do little more than writhe beneath the well-muscled ex-soldier and wrap his legs around his toned hips. Every bump that battered against his backside sent a jolt up the human's spine, forcing his back to tense and arch, and his vocal cords to react with sharp gasps and heavy moans.

It had started slow, a steady pace of well-timed thrusts that, aided with a slight angle, allowed the Miraluka's fat cockhead to grind against Liam's prostrate. The pace quickened soon enough, however, the rhythm increasing ever so slightly such that Liam didn't notice until he felt Miles' heavy balls bouncing shamelessly against his ass; or at least, they were bouncing, until the leaking precum and lube caused enough of a sticky mess that before too long they made a wet slap each time, the near-human's nuts briefly glued against his butt.

But at no point did this force Miles to decrease the pace in any measure, though as the minutes wore on and Liam kept moaning, squeezing around the ex-soldier's fat cock, his thrusts did become wilder, more needful. Though he had hoped to hold out as long as his lover, Liam's endurance was waning, not helped by the fact that his cock was sandwiched between their abs while his prostrate continued to be subjected to the most incredibly blissful burning sensations he'd ever felt. Eventually it became too much, and without warning his eyes snapped open and he arched his back, moaning loud enough he was certain anyone outside the patient room would have heard, as his cock shot thick, milky globs of cum between their bodies and painted their abs and chest alabaster with the seed.

Deep in the throes of orgasm, he did not expect Miles to have followed suit so soon, but there was no mistaking the strained groans, the tightening grip on his hands and the trembling, powerful thrusts that transitioned into desperate grinding. When it happened, it was not quiet- Miles grit his teeth and let out a noise between a groan and a growl as he thrust a final time, burying as much of his prick into Liam's ass as possible before letting loose. Even as deep as it was, the human could feel the pulsing, thick tool deposit hot ribbons of cum into his belly, pooling in his guts as their bodies tensed and flexed together.

The tension couldn't last, and before long they fell apart, Liam's legs falling to either side as Miles shivered and pulled every delicious inch of his prick from his partner's backside before slumping beside the human with an exhausted groan. Nerves tingling from the incredible sensations (and slight soreness), Liam did nothing but lay still, catching his breath.

Yet Miles, it seemed, was not content to let that happen. Without warning he pulled Liam into a warm embrace, letting out a satisfied sigh that the human easily matched. "How was that, babe?"

Liam chuckled. "Better than Kajex, for certain," he answered. "I don't regret for a moment asking you for a night of intimacy."

Miles nodded, grabbing the human's butt and giving it a playful squeeze. "Y'know... assuming we both make it out of this, it doesn't have to be just one night."

Liam's head jerked up at the words, eyes widening slightly. "I... well, not that I wouldn't mind it for a moment, but assuming my superiors allow me to have my job back after this... would you really want a CorpSec officer as a... whatever it is you have in mind?"

"You're talking to an ex-Imperial lieutenant, Liam," was the Miraluka's warm response. "I'm not in any position to judge you, particularly if Kajex feels you're a decent person at heart. He doesn't trust easily, you know- but if something makes you different, then... I want to know what it is."

"Trade com-signal prefixes, then? E-mail addresses?" Liam suggested, unable to contain his smile.

"I'd love that," Miles said, squeezing the human tight with a matching smile.

Two rooms away another couple was sharing in deep intimacy, though it would have been fair to say they were far closer than most of the handful of people looking to unwind. While it had started with Syrra straddling Locke's hips and sinking onto his throbbing red member, the Trianii's lack of right paw had made it difficult for her to remain steady, force to bear all her upper weight with one paw. It was now with Locke's help that they were able to continue, as she remained erect while riding his hard prick.

The change in position had worked, giving Locke the opportunity to meet her descent with powerful counter-thrusts that lodged his cock deep into her quivering folds. Better still was that it meant the wolf's paws were not idle- not a second after she had restarted her efforts, they had snaked up her body and palmed her ample breasts, eliciting heavy moans and whimpers as he squeezed the jiggling mass and pinched her nipples between his fingers. Mixed with the impact of her cleft hammering down on Locke's thick, throbbing wolfdick, Syrra found herself in a deep state of sexual bliss.

A fire had burned in her lower belly as the two made love, sparked by the hot precum pouring into her channel and stoked by the wolf's cocktip as it nestled against the narrow entrance to her womb. It was not a sharp pain, but a deep, burning tingle that only fueled her desires, serving as a reminder of how incredibly easy it would be for her fertile womb to be swarmed with rich seed. Each time her backside rested briefly on the wolf's heavy balls, it reminded her of the output of the two Kanj'Isha brothers. It did nothing more than spur the feline on, continuing to bounce on Locke's cock as her gripping tunnel squeezed around the throbbing shaft with enough force to make him groan.

Though she had felt deep loss and pain at the loss of her right hand, that sensation had disappeared and given way toward affection and warmth in Locke's presence, moreso when she acknowledged how he had saved her life. As the rhythm shifted and he sat up, holding her close and meeting her muzzle, her heart swelled- he had done exactly as Kajex had done, almost a year ago. As he continued to buck into her tender tunnel, lips tracing her neck down to her breasts as she leaned back, she could only use her moans to convey her love for the white wolf. On some level it seemed her understood, as he took the position of control from her and hefted her up in his arms. Allowing the change without any struggle, Syrra let out a satisfied sigh as she was flipped onto her back, pressed against the angled mattress as Locke pounded away at her salivating netherlips.

Another memory resurfaced, of the last time she had made love in a recovery room in the exact same position with the wolf's twin brother. It had been then when they had confessed their loved for each other, had agreed to remain by each other's side. As she gasped, trembled and wrapped her legs around Locke's athletic waist, enduring each powerful thrust that sent waves of pleasure through her gripping cunt, she could see in his silver-blue eyes the same deep love Kajex had for her when they'd bred. Added with the feeling of his muscles tensing and releasing with each stroke, drilling his piece deeper such that his tip repeatedly kissed at her cervix with amazing gentleness, Syrra could to little more than moan and roll her hips back into him, gladly offering her body to the Jedi Guardian.

It was clear he understood the Trianii's wordless offer, rocking his lower body heavily between her legs. For every thrust, the feline Padawan could feel the older Jedi's knot swell and grind against her deliciously sore and soaked netherlips. The frothy, sticky veneer coating her labia seemed to spread as the knot lewdly kissed her cleft, the lubrication making it much easier for the slimmer parts of his cock to plunge into her folds. Frustration built between them both as the wolf's knot prevented him from nailing her depths as deeply as he had before, causing Locke to whine quietly in desperation as he bucked harder; Syrra was reduced to yowls and mewls as the apex of sexual pleasure remained just out of reach, leaving her gasping as her endurance diminished. The moment it hit empty, she cried out.

Her explosive orgasm turned the sparks in her belly into a roaring blaze, one that washed over her body with an incredible, blissful wave of heat that caused her muscled to tense up before relaxing and reducing her to shuddering mess of tingling nerves and fur as her pussy was soaked in nectar. The loosening of her vaginal walls and the extra lubrication, meanwhile, was enough for Locke to sink the final few inches of his throbbing wolfhood into her depths with a snarl, growling lustfully as he poured his thick, potent seed into her womb and filled her belly with a warmth that matched the heat-waves she was still experiencing. Before long the volume trickled around his prick and down her trembling backside, pooling beneath them.

He held her still, smiling broadly as he raised himself up. "Brace yourself, kitten." She nodded, chirping excitedly as he popped out of her abused hole easily, pulling back to watch what she could only feel- the incredible, enormous creampie that he had deposited into her womb. When he reached out and placed his paw on her lower belly, pressing down firmly, she gasped and mewled, feeling what seemed like a deluge of wolfcum pouring out of her slit.

The sensation was nothing short of amazing to her. "Hah... you'd... better be careful," she warned Locke playfully, as he slid up next to her left side and nuzzled her. "You wouldn't... wanna get me pregnant... before my future husband does..."

"True enough," Locke chuckled, kissing her muzzle affectionately. "I have no intention of making him jealous, but as I've told him before, he is blessed to have you at his side; being able to share time with you like this, I see the other reasons why he loves you so much."

She nodded, snuggling him as best she could with an arm and a half as they held each other silently. But before long, she looked up at him. "Keris is lucky to have you, too. Seeing how far you'll go to protect the people you care about, how much you worry for their well-being- it's not hard to see why she fell in love with you, too." A warm smile formed on her muzzle. "I agree with Kajex- you need to propose to her."

"Force willing, I will when this nightmare is over," he said. "But you know, having this with you... it's hard to believe there's any darkness around us."

"We'll beat it back, Locke," she replied resolutely, kissing his cheek. "And I swear on my life, even with one arm, I'll get you back to Keris."

It would have been fair to say that Kajex was perhaps the most experienced in sexual settings involving more than one partner, so he was not new to getting others to open up and be comfortable with each other. To him it was simply another facet and application of battle meditation, by instilling confidence, trust and coordination between several people at once to achieve a common goal. And despite its relative lack of use over the years, it came as naturally to the Sentinel as breathing, requiring bare amounts of concentration in the relaxed environment he found himself in.

He hadn't even needed to say a word as the two females 'played', exploring each other's bodies thoroughly with their paws and tongues. What had started as a deep, passionate kiss from the Selonian had transitioned into a lesbian session that Kajex could sense was entirely new to the otter- though he could also sense she was completely comfortable with it, enjoying the feel of her sopping wet mound sliding against the vixen's, their netherlips meeting in gentle, erotic kisses that made them both moan into each other's muzzles.

His attention to the fox in his lap, however, did not wane- Talrik had slid into the wolf's embrace with a kiss of his own, matching the female lovers efforts in his own way by frotting his throbbing 8-inch pole against the wolf's 10-inch shaft. With both of them contributing paws to squeeze and knead their flesh simultaneously, they were able to keep in pace with Rook and Keris- though Kajex took special care to hold Talrik back, grinning.

"Easy, kit- we don't wanna finish before they get to the good part," he cautioned.

Before Talrik could ask what the wolf meant, the female pair supplied the answer- it took little more than a gentle mental suggestion for the wolf to drive both of them to action, breaking apart abruptly and leaning back with their legs spread apart. As if their minds were linked they rolled their hips forward as one, their netherlips connecting firmly in a much deeper, passionate vaginal kiss. Both the Mandalorian and Jedi gasped and moaned as their quivering, swollen folds massaged against each other, threads of vaginal salivation messing their pubic fur as it smeared along their gashes. Their chests heaved with heavy, panting breaths, breasts rising and falling as they sang a song of sex between them.

Had the sight not been so arousing, Kajex thought he might have laughed at the look on Talrik's face, the Ranger gaping as the woman he'd spent so much time with purred and mewled along with the vixen. It was not as if he could blame the Ranger, though; while he certainly considered Rook attractive in her own right, it was not until now that he felt a twinge of desire for the otter- a spark that formed a need to know what she felt like. But as he watched the two, he made his intentions clear to the fox.

"Not gonna lie, kit... the pup there looks incredible. And she really makes me want to have a taste." He smiled as Talrik's head jerked in his direction, a troubled look on his face. "But I'm not going to attempt to steal what my little brother is so lucky to have- so whatever happens tonight... it'll be with her permission, and yours, if you're comfortable," he promised, planting a gentle kiss on the fox's lips to help him relax. Talrik sighed and nodded. "I don't want to come between the both of you."

The fox glanced at Rook, smiling as she squeaked and shuddered, experiencing a hard orgasm against the vixen moments before Keris mewled through her own. The floor beneath them possessed a pool of their sexual cocktail, still dripping from their twitching clefts as they lunged forward and kissed each other against deeply, still moaning as they trembled and clung to each other. "I don't mind," he said, "on one condition."

"Anything."

"You stop when she says stop, got it?"

"You know me, kit- it'll only go as far as she wants it to," Kajex assured him, licking the fox's nose before pushing him up back to his feet and getting to his own. "But I think I know how to make this fun for everyone."

With that they circled around the two dazed, panting female lovers, crouching once their presence was noticed. "Nng... hi boss," Rook purred, stretching out with a satisfied sigh of contentment as Kajex kneeled next to her. "Takin' care of fox-boy while I get my breath back?"

"Well I figured you'd want him back at some point," Kajex admitted, "but if I had to be honest I see why he finds you so physically attractive. So I got a question for you."

"Wassat?" the otter asked, cocking her head to the side as she continued to lie spread-eagle on the floor- the wolf did not miss the brief glance to the side as she spied his still-throbbing length, nor did he miss when she unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of it, blushing furiously.

"Would you be interested in a bit of partner-swapping? I don't have any intention of doing anything you wouldn't want me to do, but at the same time I have to wonder how comfortable you'd be having sex with the guy you were hired to watch out for," he said with a smirk. "I also think it's a little unfair that you gave me and Talrik that incredible show, leaving me out of it."

Rook giggled, hiding her face. "Fuuuuck, mate... Talrik suggested I... y'know... live tonight like it's my last, right? And if I gotta be honest, I'm interested in feelin' whatever it is he feels when he's under ya."

"Don't worry, pup- I'll make sure to treat your boyfriend here politely," Keris chimed in, grinning as she hugged the other Amaran from behind and licked his cheek.

Giving it a few more seconds thought, the otter finally nodded and rolled onto her stomach, flagging her thick tail up and giving the wolf a very nice view of her soaked nethers. "Alright then, boss- lessee whatcha got, right?" she challenged, swaying her hips side to side playfully.

Since he and Keris had started fooling around earlier, Kajex had been holding off his own climax for roughly an hour- seeing such an enticing view from the otter gave him a painful reminder of how ready he was to put a load in one of the three available lovers he had access to. But with his promise to Talrik in mind, and intent on making the pleasant opportunity last as long as possible, he held himself in check; rather than immediately penetrate her sopping wet cleft, he smirked and grabbed her lower torso, causing the albino Selonian to chirp in surprise as her lower body was lifted into the air, her muzzle inches away from his ebony black prick.

He buried his muzzle into her netherlips with vigor, the scent having immediate driven his sense wild with carnal desire, and was not disappointed as Rook squirmed and gasped, flexing and rolling her hips around as he lapped through her vixen-sweetened folds- he could still taste the vixen on her mound. A slight twinge of disappointment ran through him as Rook initially failed to reciprocate, feeling the stirrings of apprehension in the otter. But it took little more than a subtle mental suggestion and a deeper application of battle meditation to clear her doubt, embolden the Selonian and spur her into action- despite her lack of experience, he was certain she could perform the task adequately. The disappointment vanished completely as he felt her lips wrap around the tip of his member, sliding her tongue around the head and tasting the wolf's slick, jet-black flesh as her efforts coaxed out a bit of extra precum.

For the space of a few moments, Kajex turned his attention to the two Amaran lovers- he had known Talrik and Keris to fool around now and again, but this was the first time he'd actually seen to two go at it, and the Sentinel found he was not disappointed at the sight. Keris had apparently decided against another round of foreplay, having pulled Talrik on top of her and allowing him to penetrate her slick, tight snatch, a smile on her face as she gasped and moaned. Her eyes met the wolf's and she winked, glancing down at the otter with an approving look before having her focus retaken by the Ranger plowing through her folds.

Kajex had not wanted to simply spear his length into the otter irresponsibly; while Talrik possessed a cock to be proud of, Kajex's length was still two inches longer and a bit thicker- a tool the hired female had likely never experienced in her life. Thankfully it seemed Rook was warming up to it, her muzzle working over the salty, pre-stained length with growing appeal. Struggling to keep his hips in check to prevent causing any measure of injury, he nevertheless pushed his hips forward, sliding a few inches of hot wolfmeat into the otter's muzzle. Rook moaned in response, and through the Force he could feel a thrill run through her as she readily accepted his cock, suckling and lapping the length with increasing eagerness.

Despite her inexperience, Kajex was pleased that she was receptive to being paired with him; soon enough, despite the awkward position, she was kissing, suckling and licking at his length while pumping the throbbing shaft with a free paw, purring as it spit brief jets of precum against her muzzle, letting out abrupt moans each time the wolf's lips pinched at her unprotected clit. It was not long before the Sentinel was satisfied with how prepared her slit looked, glistening in the dim lighting with his saliva and her dripping dew. Taking one last moment to slide is tongue deep into her cleft and swirl her pot around, making her chirp and gasp, he pulled back and carefully set her back onto her hands and knees, the otter panting and swaying slightly.

"I-is this what it's like... for Syrra?" she whimpered, flagging her tail up as she shivered.

"You'll have to ask her that," the wolf replied with a grin, squeezing her curvy butt and making her jump.

"W-wait, hold it!" she chirped, sitting up and turning to face him with a pouting expression. "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it my way!"

The wolf chuckled, glancing at Talrik and nodding. "Fair eno-OOF!" Without warning, the otter had tackled him and pinned him to the floor, tail wagging from side to side as she pressed her paws into his chest. The wolf hissed slightly as her sweltering nethers grazed against his flesh. He made no attempt to guide her movements as she stared apprehensively at his member, the length drooling against her bellyfur and giving the both of them a rough idea of just how far it would reach into her.

"Osi'kyr... it's big," she muttered nervously, giving him a few gentle strokes. "Dunno if I can take it all, boss."

"You don't need to," Kajex responded patiently, smiling up at her. "Last thing I want to do is hurt my partners- or cause my partners to hurt themselves. Just take it slow, and we'll stop the moment it's too much, alright?"

Looking reassured by his words, she nodded and smiled back, raising herself up enough for the wolf to grab his length and hold it steady. With a deep breath, the otter steeled her nerves and sank back down, whimpering quietly as the tapered tip of his black length nestled between her slightly-pink mound, spreading the lips apart as she slowly descended down the first inch. The second, thicker inch followed shortly after with incredible smoothness; then another, as the wolf's precum-slick tool offered very little in terms of friction. Halfway in and Rook sighed, arching her back a bit before continuing; 7 inches and a strained expression formed on her face; 8 inches and she gasped, letting out a small moan.

"Too much?" the wolf asked in concern, reaching up to squeeze her shoulder.

"N-no, I can--"

"You shouldn't force it if you're not sure," Kajex warned softly. "You don't need t--"

But before he could finish she had slammed her hips down and yelped, shaking and jerking violently as she slid down the last two inches with unexpected gusto and squeezed around his based with a vice-like grip. Robbed of his last few words through the abrupt act, he grunted and groaned, rolling his hips up as he savored the incredibly warm tightness of Rook's vaginal walls. A brief wave of dizziness hit the wolf as his senses were addled by both the otter's scene and the feeling of he cleft gnawing around his flesh firmly- but once it had passed, he turned his concerns to her. "You okay, kid?"

The Mandalorian nodded, shuddering and adjusting herself on his length. "Y-yeah, it's... it's amazing, it feels exactly like Talrik's," she moaned. "Just gimme a sec to get used to it."

The wolf chuckled and nodded, letting the mercenary get her breath back; though he did tease her slightly by giving her gentle thrusts that made her purr. Though he expected to go a little soft in her depths, the marveled at how snug the fit was, the subtle flutter of her velvety walls keeping his length rock-hard as she started to breathe a little easier. After a few minutes of twisting around and savoring the feeling of a thick male embedded in her cleft, she took in a breath and sighed, nodding to the wolf as she drew herself up slowly. With aching slowness she relinquished her grip on his length until a third of it remained buried in her; once at this point, she slammed back down with a chirp, sounding as if she'd been punched in the gut. Yet he felt no pain radiating from her senses- just pure, blunt pleasure that pounded her core.

Not content to lay on the floor and become a living sex toy, he intercepted her next descent, thrusting upwards and nailing her moist hole halfway. The unexpected contribution made her moan louder as he sat up, wrapping his arms around her midsection and smiling up at her, nuzzling her neck. Though initially a little surprised, she purred and nuzzled back, appreciating his affection as she began to gyrate her hips a little faster and stronger into his lap.

"Yer... not a bad fuck at all, boss," Rook purred as she licked his face, a look of shy admiration on her red-flushed face. "Th-thanks... for bein' patient with me," she added in a whisper, embracing the wolf closely as she rode his cock.

"Don't mention it," he grunted back, grinning. "Wouldn't treat you with anything less than the respect you deserve- and with the way you've been treatin' my little brother, that amounts to quite a bit. So for now, you're still in control- but I'm not gonna just lie still," he added with a wink, drawing a shy giggle from the otter before resuming their lovemaking.

Having been put on the edge for such a long period of time, the wolf inwardly lamented that he didn't have as much endurance to spare as he would have liked. Subjected to both her tightness and enthusiasm, the Sentinel did his best to hold out for her as she impaled herself repeatedly on his prick, busying himself by kissing her neck and chest, licking at her face. She did not possess breasts that could match Syrra's nor Keris', but her petite bust was still arousingly cute to tease and nip, particularly when added with the otter's chirps and squeaks each time his teeth gently grazed her primary nipples. He was exceptionally pleased when his massaging paws stroked along her belly and brushed the tertiary nipples hidden beneath her soft fur, eliciting the same response he generally got from Syrra- an explosion of vocal bliss and erratic movements as the sensation zapped through her body.

But as much as he would have loved to hold on, he knew the climax was drawing close. The ache in his balls was becoming too much, and already he had deposited minute amounts of viable seed into her canal, his ebony cock now smeared and streaked with a frothy white cocktail that bore the thick scent of male sex. It didn't help that even with his knot forming, the female otter was bearing down on him hard enough that he could feel himself bottoming out in her. Yet she seemed to be in no amount of pain, and Kajex found himself amazed at how pliable the entrance to her womb seemed to be, her vaginal walls seeming to stretch elastically to accommodate his girth- though he found it immensely difficult to fit his knot into her quivering folds.

"Nng... c'mon, you fuckin' knot, get in me... lemme feel the boss fill me up," she growled in a strained voice, clinging tight to the Sentinel as she rode him hard. "K-Kaj... y'got... any Jedi tricks t'help?" she whimpered, a desperate look of need in her eyes.

The wolf groaned and grinned, shaking his head. "Not a Jedi trick, per se- but I know something that'll help."

"Nnn... a-anything!" she cried out, clearly on the verge of an orgasm.

He complied to her request, pulling her in close and kissing her deeply in a fashion not unlike when the otter had made out with Keris- indeed, he could still taste the vixen's honey on her lips as their muzzles locked together. Rook gasped in his mouth, then moaned long and loud as she gave herself to him and reciprocated, just as her lower body relaxed enough to allow the wolf's tremendous knot plow past her netherlips.

The moment it did, her eyes shot wide open as she experienced what Kajex assumed was a mind-shattering orgasm, breaking off the kiss and mewling as her paws grabbed his upper arms and she ground her searing-hot cleft into his sheath, bending backwards with a flexibility the wolf had never seen in any bipedal sentient species as her back arched. It was hard to focus on her remarkably agile and lithe body, as he snarled and began to pump load after load of his spunk into her belly, quickly filling the infertile void with his fertile seed as it spilled out around the tight seal of his cleft-embedded knot.

Rook panted, her grip on his arms fading quick as she went limp- he managed to catch her before she hit her head against the break-room floor, pulling her back into his arms as she purred and snuggled against him. Seconds passed between them as the wolf groaned, rolling his hips into Rook with each jet until the flow dissipated, leaving a sticky mess in her womb and on the floor beneath them. With a satisfied sigh, he reclined and lay on his back, letting the otter rest against him.

The wolf managed to turn his head tot he side enough to see Talrik, just in time to see him sink his own knot into the vixen's fold and claim her. Keris howled at the breach, legs curled around his waist as the fox sprayed his jizz into her tunnel. Second passed and soon Kajex spied the leaking seed trailing out from the bottom of her gash. The wolf chuckled to himself. "That's how ya do it, little bro," he said fondly.

"Nng... Boss... that was somethin' else," Rook purred weakly, nuzzling into his chest.

"I'm glad you enjoyed," Kajex answered warmly, hugging her and rolling to his side so that his body blocked the sight of Talrik and Karis kissing and nuzzling. "You still lucid?"

She laughed softly. "Kinda seein' stars, but I'll be fine. How was I?"

"Pretty damn good," the wolf answered truthfully. "Just give it a little bit and I'll pop outta you." He paused. "Hey... I meant what I said about you treatin' Talrik right. You've been a good kid to him, I'm glad you're hitting it off so well- or that they seem to be. You guys doing alright?"

The Selonian blinked before sighing and smirking, catching on. "Keepin' an eye on us from a distance, eh?"

There was no smile on his face, just a look of concern. "You were upset not too long ago. So was he, but... I caught what you were feeling at the same time. Are things okay?"

She stared at him for a few seconds before sighing again, looking troubled. "I... really like him," she muttered softly. "And I'm worried that it'll be a problem. He loves you guys, and his blood family. I get that- and... I don't wanna take him away from you. But at the same time..."

"You're falling for him, and at the same time you do want him for yourself," Kajex finished for her, channeling his thoughts into her mind. She stared at him again before nodding. "I'm not gonna hold that against you, kid. Love's not an easy thing. But I will say that I'm happy you're not taking this lightly, and that you're treating how he feels about you with respect."

She smiled appreciatively. "Maybe I'll figure out some way to make it work. I mean, I'm here because your fiancee paid me, but... maybe I'll figure out something after," she whispered hopefully.

Kajex managed to smile back. "Whatever you choose to do... just know that by looking out for him and treating him the way you have... you have my trust, Rook." The otter nodded, hesitating a moment before sliding up to him and bit and kissing his nose affectionately.

"Thanks, Boss." She cleared her throat, speaking a little louder. "Now, d'ya mind lettin' me loose so I can go see how Talrik's doin'?"

He grinned. "Nuh-uh; my rule in this pack as Alpha is that group snuggling is mandatory when there are multiple partners. You can cuddle with him- but I get to cuddle with you too, least until we're ready to go again," He licked her face and she laughed, licking back affectionately as he hefted her up, still attached to her.

"Whatever you say- just, let's get to the mattresses so we'll be more comfortable."

"I have sensed a disturbance in the Force," a graveled voice stated.

The bridge of the Omega-Orr would have been considered a nightmare to any crew that was expected to handle it, not least because of the various additions its current undead crew had made. Over a year of the Infection's presence had culminated in a collection of bones, desiccated organs, rotting flesh, and a smell that could only be described as pure death. Bridge consoles were stained red with blood, railing strewn with the corpses of men and women who had suffered horribly in the final moments of their lives.

A perfect atmosphere for the ritual, Inquisitor Tooem decided. And the perfect set of circumstances, for the Force to see fit to grant him what he needed.

The bald, ebon-skinned man stared at the freshest constructs under his control. Their minds were rotted, barely active, kept alive only through the presence of the Blackwing Infection and the Sith necromancer's will. They functioned far better than Voyde had suggested they would, more easily bent to his will than the living Imperial officers the older Inquisitor would bend to his. The old fool had suggested seeking refuge from the Infection; but in the end, he had bent it to his will, demonstrating true Sith power- power over the weak.

"There are no fewer than 4 Jedi on this vessel. One was nearly turned to our cause- this must not happen again. She was strong in the Force- very strong. They all are." He paused, turning his gaze over the several dozen abominations in his presence, each listening obediently. "They will move soon. We must be ready to intercept them. The fate of the survivors means nothing to me, but they must not suspect anything is amiss. You will attack them, kill them if possible." He smiled evilly.

"But as for the Jedi... you will bring them to me."