Hey everybody!

The New Mandalord is back from the Dominican Republic, and I learned a few things:

1. Brush up on your spanish, italian, french and german,

2. DON'T DRINK THE WATER!

3. Just because you can wear a speedo, does not mean you should. SO! MUCH! HAIR!

So, anywho, I'm back and giving you two chapters because 6 & 7 are relatively short.

Be sure to review. Reviews = ideas and Ideas = better chapters!

Chapter 6

Aaron wandered through an unnamed city, unarmed and in clothes that were covered in grit, grim, dried blood, and other things that were completely undescribable. He was searching, but he was never sure what for. Looking through the windows in the prefab buildings he could see that they were all empty. A city which was once home to hundreds of civilians now sat like a ghost town baking in the sun.

As he ventured deeper into the city the quality of the buildings quickly began degrading. He could tell there had been a battle, but the evidence for the most part wasn't made of bullet holes and blast marks, although there were a few. Mostly he noted that several of the buildings seemed melted, not by heat but by some kind of chemical or acid. Continuing down the vacant streets he swore he noticed shadowed figures staring at him through the windows, but they vanished when he turned to face them. He reached a crossroads, somewhere in the heart of the city.

"Aaron…" A voice whispered in echoes from the path to his right so he followed.

The buildings degraded further as he continued down the path. Then he noticed a figure in what he recognized as a Mandalorian warrior in a rebel uniform facing away from him far down the road at the next intersection.

"Aaron…" He knew that's who must be calling to him so he picked up his pace. As he continued his approach, the city's deterioration continued and a dark caustic acid began spilling into the streets from the windows of the prefab buildings, never quite reaching him. Aaron tried to call out to the rebel as he got closer but found his words disappearing as soon as his mouth tried to form them.

"Aaron …" The rebel called out to him once more when he was within arm's reach. Cautiously, Aaron placed his hand on the rebel's shoulder, in an attempt to turn her around to get a better look at her, though he wished he hadn't.

The rebel spun toward him, revealing a familiar face now partially melted and disfigured. The same dark acid Aaron had seen in the streets began pouring from the marine's mouth and eye sockets as it grabbed a hold of him.

"AARON!" It now shouted at him as acid continued to pour from the rebel's facial orifices until the body collapsed leaving behind only a tattered uniform in a pool of acid and liquefied remains. "Why couldn't you protect me? I thought you loved me!"

Feeling that he was being watched, Aaron then noticed dozens of other Mandalorians standing in the windows of the prefab buildings whose faces were also marred by acid. At almost the same moment the ground began to shake and a terrible shrieking noise pierced the air.

An air raid! Aaron ran. Not out of fear, but rather his body knew it was the right thing to do. The rebel Mandalorians he passed were trying to slow him down and kept battering at him; calling him a coward, or a fake leader. But he could careless when explosions coming from twenty pound bombs were on his heels. Then the rebels ganged up on him and held him down as a bomb landed right on top of them.

Only then the Mandalord woke up. Sweating and out of breath, he tried to steel himself in the cool bluish-green light that came from the Third Earth's moon. To his right, Lara-Su still slept peacefully. Her pink hair, and red dreadlocks, spilled against the down pillows and framed a soft smile she often kept in her sleep. One that Aaron both admired and envied.

After a few more moments of admiration, Aaron checked the time and found that he had only little more than two hours of sleep. Certain that he was unlikely to get more, he stood from the bed and slid on a pair of leisure shorts that hung from the room's couch's armrest. He then sat back against the couch, the leather cool to his skin, and poured himself a moderate size drink from a bottle of whiskey he had left out for occasions such as these. It was not long before the glass was empty and he was pouring himself another one.

"Aaron?" Lara's voice rang quietly from the bed where she was now sitting up and awake. He turned to her.

"Sorry, love, did I wake you?" He asked.

"I was awake already." She said as she stretched, but soon a silence began to build between them. "Is everything alright?" She asked.

"Yeah… Everything's fine. More or less."

"Another bad dream?"

"How'd you guess?"

Lara stood from the bed to join Aaron on the couch. She didn't bother bringing anything to cover herself. She enjoyed being out of her trapping, regal clothes for as long as possible when she could be. She sat close to him while he hovered over his drink and ran her fingers across his back. Aaron leaned into her a bit.

"After everything we've been through, I still can't get two nights of good sleep." Aaron said with a heavy sigh.

"Trust me, I've noticed." Lara-Su replied. "Maybe I should be a little harder on you, get you really exhausted so your body doesn't have a choice." She teased.

"Now there's an enticing thought," Aaron let out a small laugh. "As much as I would enjoy that, my mind is the real problem here. It just can't let go of the past. Of course I'd still be willing to try your suggestion." He turned to Lara with those last words and the two shared a kiss.

"You know I'd do anything I thought might help you." She purred as she rested her head against his shoulder.

Aaron then took her hand in his and nuzzled his chin against her head. "Well I'll certainly let you know if I come up with anything."

"So tell me about this dream you had." Lara inquired as she drew circles with her finger in his metallic palm.

"I was afraid you might say that." He mumbled.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I just think I might be more helpful if I knew exactly what was keeping you up." She sighed. "Was it the Drop Site Massacre one or the one where you died?"

"Sort of the mixture of the three," He said. "But this one I had tonight is my oldest, and probably most painful."

Lara had to let that last word sink in for a moment. This was a rare moment of weakness she seeing in her husband. Aaron was a known hero throughout the entire universe. He had the most powerful will of any man she had ever met, Mandalorian or otherwise. But here he was with her, talking about the scars of his past. It made him seem so much more mortal, and all she wanted to do was comfort him.

"I'm sorry Aaron. I know what it's like to be haunted by your past; I have my fair share of scars as well." Lara-Su had a building suspicion this nightmare he was referring to had something to do with the death of Electra. She squeezed his hand tight in hers. "But I'm always here to help, even just to listen."

"Thanks, darling," He said as he kissed her forehead.

"So do you want to talk about it?"

The Mandalord thought for a moment. He had already relived that fateful day enough for one night. "Tell you what." He said. "Next time it comes up, I'll tell you all about it."

"Well then let's hope you never have to tell me about it." She replied with Aaron's favorite smile.

"Yeah let's hope." Aaron chuckled. "For now, let's just relax."

Aaron put an arm around Lara who took this chance to snuggle closer to him. For a while the two rested there on the couch, simply enjoying each other's company and the marvelous view of the Thunderian capital city. Aaron tried to cherish these out of quiet moments with Lara as best he could, even just a simple hand holding. It always saddened him a little bit when they had to go different ways; whether it is political work or kids.

"Lara, love, you awake?"

Lara-Su had fallen back to sleep against Aaron. Gently, he placed one hand under her legs, tightened his grip around her shoulder, and proceeded to lift and carry her back to bed. She stirred somewhat and let out a small sigh with a smile.

"You seem to be enjoying this a bit too much, darling."

He placed her back on the bed and placed the covers over her. Aaron opened some of the windows to the bedroom, hoping it would let out some of the stuffy air. He then looked at his clock. It read three.

"Great! A political mission against a succubus, and I'm having nightmares! Just great!" His head hit the pillow with a thud as his exhaustion and frustration were getting the better of him. But when Lara curled up to him, everything felt right. "Then again. It's not all bad."

A warm gust blew in through the windows, and Aaron shot awake again in a cold sweat. He dreamt about losing his family in a catastrophic explosion in the depth of space, and all he could do was watch helplessly. He wiped the sweat off his bow and tried to relax in his bed again.

"Did you have another bad dream?" Lara-Su nipped at his ear as obviously felt the tension in her husband.

"Why would you say that? I've an armful of the most precious woman in the universe."

She shivered, squeezing him tightly. "The sweet talk is no longer necessary," she murmured.

"I highly disagree." He switched his tone, so that it hid whatever fear he felt. "A lifetime isn't enough to tell you how I feel about you."

"Oh, just shut up and fuck me already."

Their lips met for a slow, drawn-out kiss that could have lasted for many hours as far as both of them were concerned. She let her hands slide over his arms, from the warm skin to the cold metal, and into the dips and bumps of his scars on his chest. Lara then threaded the tail of his hair loosely through her fist. It was almost simplistic to make her moan as Aaron ran his hands through her satiny fur, and gave her ample buttock a good squeeze. She growled, sucking in his tongue and canting her hips to plunge those long fingers inside her.

When it proved too difficult to wedge her hands between them to his manhood, she pulled her head back so she could speak. "I need you naked. Now!"

Chuckling, he nipped at her shoulder before pushing off his boxers. "How could I deny such a lovely request?"

"You can't." She purred, licking her lips and moving her hands down to the hardening flesh.

She gripped him firmly and it didn't take long for him to respond to it either. Lara marveled at the lengths it grew to in response to her touch. How she could accommodate him was still beyond her comprehension but it wasn't a thought she put much weight into. All she wanted was to feel it inside her…sliding in and out, pounding her, making her ache and throb and scream. She rubbed him enthusiastically, watching him close his eyes and savor the feel of her touch on him. He allowed her to stimulate him to the point where he felt he could harden no more, and when her mouth replaced her hands he stiffened in excitement. Aaron's hands grasped the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white from the tension. Lara had a way with her mouth and her tongue that drove him to madness. She licked him, sucked him, drew him in and out of her mouth so expertly he felt like he was going to explode any given second. He had debated on whether to cum into her mouth or not, seeing how much she savored swallowing him whole.

"Gods…"

Lara was a little surprised when she took him off her suction that he pulled her shoulders up, she was about to question if he wasn't enjoying it but then he signaled her to turn around. He gave her a knowing wink when he assisted in flipping her over so that her wet crotch faced him.

Aaron parted her legs as far as he could without causing her discomfort. He felt her quiver when he pushed his face between her long legs. He felt her muscles throbbing in response to the invasion of his sucking lips and tongue. Lara squirmed when he sucked gently on the apex of her folds. Her juices flowed on his tongue from her excitement. He heard her moan her approval of his tongues movements when without warning she spilled her wetness on him, crying out in delight as she did. It was at that very second that Aaron thought he heard a gasp.

And it wasn't his wife who did.

The door was slightly ajar.

His eyes narrowed in response, though he didn't move a muscle. Lara didn't seem to notice, as she was still quite occupied with eating his rigid cock. One eye kept at the door while his mouth continued its onslaught on his wife soaking wet center. It was then that he saw a very slight movement.

It appeared to be a figure…with blonde, spotted hair….

But then it disappeared again.

Keeping his senses alert and wondering where the hell the Tsu Chans are, he continued to orally fuck his wife. He had a feeling he knew who was watching them make out and though voyeurism was not his thing, he found the thought rather…erotic.

Cheetara held her breath.

She had a feeling the Mandalord had caught her peeping, although the brief he look he threw at her didn't indicate one bit that he was upset about it.

Was he?

She wasn't going to ask. She wouldn't dare.

This wasn't the first time she had gone peeping in someone else's sexual affairs.

She's seen her husband screw over his concubines many times over without him either realizing or acknowledging her presence. She had also on more than one occasion watched Nikolia and Katerina go at it, and of all places, the weapon storage facility and the sparring room. Her sexual curiosity on how others mate heightened in the time of her heat, which today led her to the guest quarters of their latest visitors. That she found both Aaron and Lara attractive was not helping. She knew she could take on either one or both of them with her and make them remember well their trip to Third earth.

That's one way of sealing their diplomatic deal.

"Gods Aaron…harder…harder…"

When Cheetara turned to look in the space between the door, she now noted that Lara was on her knees, her husband standing tall behind her, his hands squeezing her ample breasts while his hips moving in rapid motion, pumping in and out of her like there's no tomorrow. She covered her mouth as she watched them in awe, crossing her legs as though trying to subdue the heat and wetness that formed in between them. She resisted the urge to touch herself as she became more excited. Aaron's manhood seemed to rival Lion-O's with its girth and length. She could almost picture herself on the receiving end of it, imagining herself on the sheets, her legs splayed wide open while he rammed his cock inside her as she would in turn give his wife Lara Su orgasms with the ministrations of her tongue.

The cheetah blushed at the thoughts that purveyed her mind. She turned even redder when she saw Lara scream her umpteenth orgasm and Aaron pulled out quickly to spray his seed on her firm bottom. The two of them were breathing hard as they collapsed on the guest bed, wrapping their legs around each other once they settled down from their lofty journey of ecstasy. Cheetara bit her lip to keep from groaning herself at the erotic sight. She took a step back when the couple seemed to recover from it all. And just as she was about to turn around, the cheetah caught Lara Su looking at her straight in the eye…and winking.

Gods.

This is embarrassing.

In haste she had disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"You didn't."

"Yes I did."

"Lara…."

"I just wanted to let her know she didn't have to be self-conscious about it."

"Well…"

"Well what?" Lara said as she snuggled into her spouse's comforting arms. "I could smell her heat from a mile away."

"You enjoyed being watched."

"So did you."

"I didn't want her to feel awkward."

"My love, I doubt this is the first time she's done it."

"I have a feeling tomorrow going to be a little bit…weird."

"It's not like she hasn't hinted on it." Lara lectured her husband as she nibbled his ear. "Can she be any more subtle over dinner?"

"I suppose you're right."

"I'm always right…when are you going to learn that?"

"Never…"

"Aaron…" her breath came in gasps again when his hand pried her thighs apart.

The Mandalord moved over his wife once again as their own desire for each other rekindled. He could tell that the pair of eyes that they had caught watching them earlier were back. There was no denying the scent of her pheromones. He let it slide and hoped that the empress would enjoy the show. At some point he figured she was going to want to be a part of it.

Author's Notes

Well I have to thank Fuuko no Miko for the edited and doing the smuttier parts.

Lara-Su: Which reminds me, does she have a book out about all of her 'secrets'.

Cheetara: Of corse she does! Its a hit on Third Earth.

Lara-Su: Great! Now is there a place where we can read it peace?

Cheetara: *smiling seductively* I know a nice sedculuded, quiet place.

Lara-Su: *smiling seductively* who siad it was going to be quiet?

Fuuko, you have corrupted my OCs.