Physically Assult Warning. Its apart of the Sith Mating Culture.
Starts at "The castle comes into view"
Ends: "He leans back against the tree"
Obi-Wan sat in the stadium. HIgh up from the crowd, watching his husband prepare to fight. Their daughter was successfully knotted and scented by a man named Jango Fett. A man at least ten years her senior and with a child of his own already.
So like Sith tradition, Jango had to fight the patriarch and with Anakin being the current Emperor, it was turned into a public spectacle. He didn't know how to truly feel at this moment. His husband could die, if he didn't yield or he'd kill the other man if he didn't yield. Their children didn't need to lose a father because both men were prideful.
Young Boba Fett, was still a toddler and was currently curled up on his daughter's lap. All of his children were in the royal stadium seating with him. It's been five years since Mera was age appropriate to mate and the first two attempts were ended by her strength alone. She didn't seem too upset by the events that have currently led up to this moment. All he knows is that she meet Jango Fett once before the rape occurred.
She was in the market with Sjeeka, Asajj's daughter, when they both saw a crying child. With her experience with her own siblings, she was able to calm him down fairly quickly and took him to a food stand to feed him before questioning him about where his parents would be. It was during her hand feeding Boba on a bench next to the stall that she noticed a frantic man with a weapon strapped to his back. That she put two and two together.
The child gleefully greeted his father, as he was taken from Mera arms and into his fathers. Mera smiled brightly and introduced herself when the man seemed to calm down from being reunited with his son. She noticed he was covered in armor and thought he might be auditioning to be a Knight or was a Knight of a neighboring Empire.
"Thank you." a gruff voice said.
Brushing her wild brown curls behind her ear, she said, "It's no problem. I have siblings and he was easier to calm down than they usually are."
Looking at his son. "Yes, he is a sweet boy." Kissing his chubby cheeks.
He turned back to Mera. "I must get going now though. May I?" He gestured to Mera's hand. She didn't understand, but from her studying she knew some clans liked to show thanks with a hand gesture.
She offered her hand. He flipped her wrist over and sniffed it before laying a kiss on her palm. "You are a worthy person of life, young Mera." He whispered. Releasing her hand.
Confusion seeping into her voice. "Okay." Hearing Sjeeka laughing behind her. She had forgotten her friend was still with her. Most of the time she usually disappears without a word. Guess this moment was too good for her to pass up.
"I am Jango." He said and left. The toddler over his Dad's shoulder waving at them. They both wave back.
It was a month later that she saw Jango again.
She was walking home from Ahsoka and Rex's home from spending the day babysitting their two children. Both under the age of three, so exhaustion couldn't even describe what she was feeling. She was offered to stay the night in their guest room, but she wanted to be in her own bed and away from the smell of babies. Also, she has walked home at that time of night countless times before.
She looked at the sky and it seemed to be close to 10pm, which means her whole family should still be up minus the twins. She stretched her arms up to the sky as the grass crunched under each step she took. She was ready for bed or at least sitting on the couch with her parents. Even at age 21, she still liked being treated like a baby by them.
The castle had just come into view when it happened. One minute her feet are touching the ground and the next she is being lifted into the air and body slammed to the ground. Groaning from exhaustion and feeling disorientated, she barely felt her wrist being locked together above her head.
Whoever her attacker was, protected her head from hitting the ground, but her back was beginning to ache and she knew it'd be even worse tomorrow, if she survived that long. Being the daughter of royalty, she knew she could be a target, but the strength her father had, usually kept harm away from her kingdom.
The man above her had a familiar mature scent, so she knew he was older than her. A knotting process didn't even cross her mind until she felt a knife glide against the seam of her pants against her vagina.
"You Sith have an interesting mating process."
So not a Sith then. A rape then murder then?
Tears began to prickle from her eyes. She wanted her Mother.
"I aimed to do it the Mandalorian way, but I learned you were of Sith royalty and I wanted to do it proper to your culture." The knife at her vagina, slowly ripped open the seam. Her moist pussy being exposed to the night air.
She felt a thumb open up her labia, she could feel her moistness oozing out. His finger moved up to press against her clit. She felt herself jolt unconsciously. He kept pressing against it as his thumb moved in and out, being coated in her slick.
"Next time, I shall take my time and taste all that you have to offer." His gruff voice became clearer to her.
"Jango?" She croaked out. Why would she want her? DId he not have a mate already? He had a child.
"Yes, young one." He moved his hand away to grip under her thigh.
She started to cry harder. Trying to move her arms, but the cuffs were locked tight. She knew nothing of this man. He was so unfamiliar to her.
"It's been nice to be closer to you again. I've been watching you. Learning your patterns. Being a bounty hunter, my tracking skills come in handy." He moved closer to kiss her cheeks. Moving down her neck. Grabbing his knife again to expose another part of her. Everytime that knife got near her, she didn't fully trust it wouldn't cause harm.
From the collar to her underboob, her left breast was freed. Continuing his trail down her neck to the tip of her nipple. Her slick gushing more from the teeth grazing her nipple. Her past partner's usually lick and suck, but Jango just nibbles and pulls. Her breast has always been a sensitive part, so the pain brought a delicious feeling up her spine.
She hears the sound of a zipper, his thigh shifting closer under her own thighs. A thick appendage rubbing against her opening. Being coated in her essence.
The mouth on her nipple bites hard, she cries out, the cock below pentrentrates. She doesn't have the energy to focus. He is whispering words to her. The cock is moving in and out. Molding her insides to only want what he is offering.
He finally moves away from her nipple to try and kiss her slacken mouth. His tongue seems to almost be trying to merge with hers. The hand under her thigh shifts higher to place her leg on his shoulder. A deeper depth is felt within. She cries out. Moaning. Feeling herself become excited for the knot. The only knot she may ever feel again, if he was able to defeat her father. She doubted the man could do such a thing, but felt she was looking forward to the outcome of this evening.
"Jango!" She moaned.
"Fuck!" His hips are diving more. Short, direct, precise. "I knew you'd be the one for me. A perfect mother for my son." He says against her mouth. "You looked beautiful with him on your lap."
He sat up. Both of his hands gripped her hip. His cock was pulled all the way out and slammed right back in. Over and over again. He felt himself getting closer to the edge.
His knot begins to form. With another snap of the hips, it popped.
"SHIT!" He cries out. Coating all of her insides. His knot kissing the cervix.
Mera feeling herself orgasm. Biting her lip. She turns her head deeper into the dirt below her, trying to ground herself. She never felt that way before. Her leg twitching on his shoulder.
She really needed a shower.
"Mera? Are you alright?"
It takes a while before she responds. "Yes." She croaks.
Finally getting a good look at her possible future mate. She sees him smiling. "I am glad. I've never raped someone before. Your customs are different." He chuckles.
All cultures are different. That's what kept life exciting . She thought.
He leans back against the tree before and pulls Mera into his lap. "Can I take you back to my residence after this? He asked.
She shakes her head. "No, you must meet my father now. He needs to see the evidence of the evening."
He understood, he just hoped he could clean them up first.
"Is your wife watching your son?" She asked. She didn't want to be a second wife, but if that was her destiny, she'd follow it.
"No, I have no mate. Boba is adopted. I've been around for 31 years and I didn't think I would have a mate, so I got a child instead, but that was until I saw and smelled you." He kisses her forehead. "You are very alluring, young one. If I succeed in defeating your father, your belly shall sit full of my seed."
She knew she wasn't pregnant now, but the thought of it was so intoxicating. Sjeeka was going to make fun of her later when she retells this night.
"We will be stuck like this for a while. Is there anything else you would like to know about me?" He asked. Plenty , she thought.
So for the next hour, they talked before taking the trek to her home.
That was a week ago, and her parents upon sight took her to the doctor inside the castle to be examined.
Anakin shook the hand of Jango Fett and led him into his office so they could talk. When Obi-Wan wanted to follow, Anakin held up his hand and told him to tend to the children. Anakin rarely told his mate what to do, so he listened.
When he went to check on Mera, she was in high spirits. Sore and bruised, but excited for what to come next. Han saw Mera after she was bandaged up and didn't like the sight he saw. It wasn't his first time seeing an Omega or Beta after a courting process, but it being his sister made it feel different and he didn't know how to explain it.
But she looked happy and he hopped in her clinic bed with her and told her congratulations. She told him thanks, but then he started to tease her about how their father was going to whoop that Alpha's ass.
Obi-Wan sat in the chair next to their bed and watched his kids laugh. The mating process has finally begun for his oldest child and he was saddened at the thought that she may be leaving them soon. He knew nothing of that Alpha yet, so he didn't want to jump to conclusions.
Conclusions that would finally be settled by the end of the day. The announcer talked to the crowd, explaining who the two men in the ring were. Jango Fett, a mandalorian, a well known bounty hunter, but in the ring they gave him a different name since he didn't have his helmet on. If he was going to provide for their daughter, it was best for people to not know the full truth of what he does for a living.
All of his children were in royal black and gold attire. Obi-Wan's top was off the shoulder, so it showed a peak of the runes on his upper back. Anakin requested he wear that outfit for the day. They made love just that morning and even if he couldn't see it, he knew his back was probably filled with love bits. He liked to show off Obi-Wan and how satisfied he could make his mate. The first year, he thought it was barbaric, but he long became accustomed to how his mate desires him.
Before the fight began, he looked around to double check that his children were present. Usually he'd have to worry more about Han, but Lando was in another village for the summer, so that was one issue settled. Leia was sitting next to her grandfather, Palpatine, talking the old man's ear off. She had the gift of gab, a trait that Anakin's mother had. Luke was cuddled up next to Han and Mera, was next to him with adorable Boba on her lap. He was excited about possibly having a grandchild in the family.
One of the runes Anakin carved onto him is that he can control Obi-Wan's fertility. The way he talks about loving how Obi-Wan looks when pregnant, one would think more kids would be running around the palace, but for the past eight years, Anakin hasn't activated that rune. He was almost 50, so it made sense.
He looked at Anakin, taking off his shirt, as did Jango. There are no weapons allowed in the ring. Anakin doesn't need them honestly. He was a weapon in himself. Since the moment he started having children, he'd been preparing his body for this moment. He knew he'd have to do it with Mera, and possibly Luke, if he is still in top shape, but he was training Han as well. Han was the first Alpha child they had, so he needed to be prepared if anything happened to Anakin.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, others, and meatbags, welcome to the Patriarchal Fight of the royal family. Our contender is vying for the hand of Young Lady Mera!" Jabba Hutt says. The crowd erupts with cheers. Mera stands with Boba in her arms and waves to the crowd. She winces a bit as she sits down. Back still tender.
Jabba continues on: "Our Emperor knows the rules, and you should know them as well, Mr. Feta." Jango nods. "Excellent. Now, we shall continue this on. Remember folks, this will go on until someone yields or dies." He laughs. The crowd laughs as well. The royal family does not laugh. They stare at their patriarch as he bounces from side to side with a smile on his face.
"Remember yielding does not mean you won't get a blessing to marry Young Lady Mera, but you better put on a good show to be deemed a worthy addition to the royal family. Emperor Anakin needs to know you can protect his daughter. Period." The stoic man nods again.
"Alright. I'm going to get out of the way. Onces I'm out. It can begin." The man turns quickly to the exit. The door closing signaling the start.
"I won't go easy on you." Anakin says to Jango. Stretching his arms above his head. Moving his head slightly to blow a kiss at his mate. He sees his omega smile, returning the gesture. He wanted to make this quick.
Jango moves into a fighting stance. "I already told you, I shall not yield. It is not the way of my people."
"Then prepare for what we talked about earlier to come true."
He runs toward Jango and feints a punch before sweeping Jango's feet from under him. Fist connecting with his ribs before he hits the ground.
Moving backwards, Anakin watches his opponent groan.
"That the best you can do?" Jango wheezes out. He knew he wasn't that good with hand to hand, but he didn't think a Emperor of a peaceful Empire would still have power in his fist.
He laughs. "If you can stand up, I'll believe you aren't as affected as you look."
Jango Fett fails two times, but is able to get back on his feet. Spitting blood to the ground, he charges at Anakin. Laughing, Anakin blocks two of his punches to his face before using his metal hand to grab one of Jango's wrist and twisting it until a snap is heard.
"Fuck!" Jango clutches his wrist to his chest. Hunched over. He lowers himself to a knee.
"Is our Emperor just playing with his food?" Jabba speaks over the crowd.
Anakin looks away for a second, not seeing Jango grabbing some sand, throws it into the left side of his face.
Staggering, Jango uses that leverage to grab Anakin's waist, slamming him into the wall of the stadium. Jango is stocker than Anakin, so he shoves his weight repeatedly into the Emperor. He doesn't like to kill unless he's paid to do it, so he'll use every trick he has to make this man yield.
"You piece of shit!" Anakin yells before he slumps against the wall. Blood trickling from his scalp. Mixing with the sand.
He watches the Emperor slide down the wall. His shoulder hurt from the multiple impacts. He wants this to be over soon. He hasn't hugged Boba since this morning since he had to leave to prepare for this fight. He wants to feed his child and go to be with his new mate.
"Yield!" He yells at Anakin. His body is not moving. He is doubtful that the man is dead, but with nothing to help wash away that mixture on his face, he can't last much longer. The ball has moved into his court.
Or so he thinks until a manic laughter comes from Anakin. His eyes are still closed, but he stands on shaky feet.
"Young Man, I've lost an arm, and I've been raised in the Sith Empire. My uncle made sure I could endure any obstacle, so I could be a proud King to my Empire." He rotates his shoulder. Jango notices that the mechanical arm goes up further than his forearm. A crack at the top.
"So either yield, and take a chance on what my decision will be, or may where you stand, be your tomb."
Seeing as the Emperor's eyes still can't open up. He'll take his chance. "I will not yield, Emperor."
"Heh, I do like you, young Man." He speaks still leaning against the stone wall.
He watches Anakin raise his flesh hand, palm open, he closes it slightly and he feels a grip around his throat.
How can such a thing exist. He raises his one hand to his neck, but feels nothing. He begins to jerk back and forth, trying to escape an invisible force. Not noticing that his feet are no longer touching the ground until he sees the Emperor below him.
How did my source not tell me about this power? He feels his heartbeat speeding up. He sees Boba sitting on Mera's lap. Her eyes widened, sadness in them. His own eyes probably reflect her sadness. This last week together was enjoyable, but per their agreement, Boba will be taken in by the royals, if Anakin did choose to kill him.
The Emperor did give him multiple times to yield, but that is not the Mandalorian way.
Air leaving his body, he sees Boba reaching out to him. He parrots his child movements. He thinks he whispers I love you before blackess.
The crowd explodes with joy as they watch Anakin lower Jango's body to the stadium floor.
"Bury him with Honor." He yells out to his Knights. He hears Jabba talking to the crowd, but he exits the stadium ring. He wants to see his family and to sleep. Upset that he will have to repair his arm again. The last one had to be repaired because of that damn dog.
Fuck, he had to murder someone. He thought he'd be revved up on adrenaline after a win and hopefully have sex with his mate afterwards. A murder like hat doesn't taste as sweet.
He gets to the end of the hallway when he smells his mate.
"Come here." He follows the voice and a wet rag touches his face. "You did well out there."
He smirks. "Then are you my prize?" Pressing his hip closer to Obi-Wan. He may not be able to see it yet, but he hears the smile on his mate's lips.
"Oh yes. 49 year olds are the new trend among warriors." He jokes.
"God, that's a sexy number. You got grey hairs?"
"Not above, but below I do." One eye clean. He sees his love. "Wanna see it?"
As Obi-Wan finishes cleaning the other eye, he says. "Always."