The night starts out like any other.
Commander Wolffe appears at your apartment door with cheap wine and a video camera. You welcome him inside with a heated kiss, letting him set up the gear in your bedroom whilst you serve up dinner. You negotiate whilst you eat.
"Something simple," he says, swirling his wine in the glass. You like him most like this, laid back without the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. "Last week was pretty rough. I think it will be too much to do something like that again so soon."
You nod, thighs already rubbing beneath the table. Last week was intense. Wolffe drew more orgasms out of you than ever before. Even though you were left sore and overstimulated, the thought now of doing anything sexual had your core throbbing.
Walking into the bedroom after a quick shower, you're no longer fazed by the bright light above the camera that is positioned at the foot of your bed. Wolffe's sat at your desk, already typing messages into the chatroom.
Your stomach flutters, "How many tonight?"
"Four legions," he replies, not looking up from his work. You notice he's still in full armour, so he'll either keep it all on or slowly strip the pieces of plastoid off throughout the night. "More will probably join later."
Chewing your lip, you saunter to your bed. The silk sheets feel nice against your bare skin, and you clutch the fabric in your hands, just to relive last week's adventure. A low chuckle brings your attention to Wolffe who is now watching you, "Everyone enjoyed watching you fall apart."
Smiling, you crawl over to him, purposefully making a show of swinging your hips. Reaching off the bed, you lightly brush your fingers over his codpiece, imaging his cock stiffening painfully beneath his blacks.
"You don't intend to fuck me tonight?"
"I said we were going to go easy," he said with the barest of sighs, "I know others like it when you cry, but I don't."
You laugh softly, swinging your legs off the bed to stand and straddle his waist. Wolffe sighs again, drawing his hands up your sides, beneath your large t-shirt. He massages your breast, thumb finding your nipple to rub with his calloused skin. Grinding your clothed pussy over his codpiece, you latch your lips to his neck, disappointed that he left last week without a mark on his body whilst you were covered in hickeys and bruises.
"Don't you want to save this for the show?" He asks, gripping your waist with his other hand tightly.
"Not this," you say, breaking away from his neck to kiss his jaw.
Wolffe's chuckle vibrates through his chest, cut short by a beep from his datapad. You both know what that means. It's time.
Wolffe takes your chin in his hand, "Get on the bed, darling."
You dip your head, doing what he says, "Yes, sir."
He settles behind you, leaning against the headboard with you between his legs, facing the camera. You keep your knees closed for now, wanting to leave something to the imagination.
Wolffe rubs your thigh confidently as he presses play on the small remote beside him, and the red light starts to flash on the camera to let you both know it's live.
"Evening, gentlemen," Wolffe starts off by saying, still rubbing your thigh as you twirl a lock of hair in your fingers, "Who's here after the show last week?"
His datapad bings excitedly as replies flood in. A rough laugh rumbles through Wolffe, "Well, if you are new, I'm Wolffe, and this is my little cub."
You smile at the camera, the nickname making you feel warm and tingly inside.
When you first started dating Wolffe, you hadn't expected him to share your exhibition kink. What began as the two of you fucking on your balcony to give your neighbours a free show has now evolved into weekly online sessions where his clone brothers can log on to watch the Commander absolutely rail you.
Fair to say, it's pretty popular.
"Let's see who's here, shall we?" He asks, leaning down to nip at the lobe of your ear as he accesses the details of the live stream. "The 121st and the Coruscant Guard, you boys can't seem to get enough of her, can you? The 327th Sky Corps- we haven't seen you in a while. And- oh, the 91st. Neyo must've had a good week if he's letting you whiners relax for once."
The chat explodes, making Wolffe laugh again as he strokes the length of your thighs. Your eyes go half-lidded as your thighs desperately brush against each other, chasing his touch.
"I think she's getting a little desperate, boys," Wolffe says, both to soothe his brothers and to tease you. "What do you want, little cub?"
"Want you to touch me," you say breathlessly, leaning your head back against his armoured chest as he starts to suck on the skin under your ear.
"Little cub," again, the nickname has you aching in need, "I'm already touching you."
You shake your head, eyes falling closed as the humiliation seeps in. You love the embarrassment of getting flustered in front of thousands of replicas of the man making you feel so good. "Not there. My- My pussy..."
"You want me to touch your pussy?" Wolffe asks, breath hot against your cheek, "And how do you ask nicely?"
"Please, sir-"
"Look at the boys, little cub."
Shyly, you open your eyes and stare at the camera. Your chest is already heaving from the thrill. "Please, Commander, I want you to touch my pussy and make me feel good."
The datapad bings constantly as the clones watching roar their approval, and Wolffe chuckles.
"Very good." He abandons your thighs to find the hem of your shirt, "Let's get this off. Cody's boys think you're wearing too many clothes."
"Yes, sir," you sigh, lifting your arms so he can pull the material over your head. The chill of the air against your nipples instantly has them hardening, drawing a slight gasp from your lips.
Wolffe hums in approval, massaging both of your breasts at once. The heat of his large palms is intoxicating, you push into it, which makes him smile against your neck. "She's touch starved, boys, even after last week. What are you, little cub?"
"Touch starved," you repeat softly as his hands trail down your stomach, "Insatiable."
"Damn right," Wolffe puts his hands over your knees, effortlessly pulling them apart to reveal your panty-covered slit to the camera. In the viewfinder, you see Wolffe's eyes widen, and the binging in the chat becomes even more persistent.
On the front of your grey panties is a small, dark patch of wetness.
"Fucking insatiable," Wolffe mutters, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise as he spreads our legs even further apart. "Fuck, would you look at that? Is that from grinding your pussy on my lap before we began, little cub?"
"Mmm, yes, sir," you jump when Wolffe dances his fingers over the dark patch, able to feel how sticky you are beneath the material. He rubs the length of your slit once, twice, with a light touch, just enough to make you squirm a little.
"What do you think, boys?" Wolffe asks the camera, "Take these panties off, or tear them off?"
It's instantly obvious which option they prefer, and in the next moment, Wolffe grabs the sides of your panties as is tearing them away, baring your wet and swollen lips to the cold air.
"Fuck," he grunts, "I'm surprised you didn't jump me the moment I stepped through the door."
"Wanted to," you admit, your breath stalling as Wolffe made a 'v' shape with his fingers and drew it down your slit, barely brushing your clit. "Ah, fuck- touch me."
"I will, little cub," he kisses your cheek, joining his middle and ring finger together to draw a tight circle around your clit. A quiet gasp passes your lips as he does it three more times, "There you are, make those pretty noises for us."
You go a little crossed-eyed, inhaling sharply as Wolffe presses his fingers against your clit quickly. You can feel the wetness dripping down your slit, no doubt making a mess on the bed already. When Wolffe pushes a single finger into your entrance, a choked moan is ripped from your throat.
"Unbelievably, boys, she's still tight." Wolffe grunts, pushing his index finger in and out. He massages your thigh with his other hand, but you want him to use both on your needy core.
He lets you grip his wrist, drawing it down to your clit. Wolffe gets the message, chuckling softly before fulfilling your request. Your small keens get a little louder as he rubs your clit whilst fingerfucking you.
"More," you moan, spreading your legs further to better feel the stretch of his knuckles sliding past your hole.
"More?" Wolffe's fingers on your clit slow down, "What do you think, men? Should she get more?"
"Please," you mutter, eyes falling shut, "Please, I want more, Commander."
"She's asking so nicely," the slow circles he makes against your clit are driving you insane, your palm itching to break your hold on his knees to get the job done faster yourself, but you hold your position.
You feel him lean over to read the chat, your pussy making obscene noises as he moves his finger in and out. "The 91st are wondering if you want a finger in your ass, little cub. Would you like that?"
Gods, you clench harder around his digit, and Wolffe laughs, "I think she would like that, but I quite like the look of that little plug in your ass. We're training your hole to take my cock, aren't we?"
You nod, a blush rising on your cheeks. "I'll make you a deal, little cub. You tell the boys about how we're training your ass, and I'll add a second finger, okay?"
"Yes, sir," you breathe, opening your eyes. In the viewfinder, the gemstone of your butt plug shines brighter from the slick dripping onto it. You smile at the camera, probably looking dazed, "Commander Wolffe wants to fuck my ass whilst he fists my pussy, so we've been practising."
The chat explodes, several hundred men probably cumming alone from just the thought of what you and Wolffe have planned. The Commander seems impressed, as you feel him pull out his index finger and replace it with his middle and ring fingers, slowly pushing them into you so you groan lowly.
"If you were here last week, you know how g-good the Commander can fist my pussy," you start to stutter as Wolffe picks up the pace, slamming his two fingers in and out of your needy cunt whilst he fingers your clit quickly. "Makes me gush everywhere, l-like a water fountain."
You squeeze your eyes tightly for a moment, a familiar knot tightening in your stomach. "Fuck- so only my ass is left. Every time Wolffe goes on a campaign, he gets me a new- fuck, fuck- a new dildo to fuck my ass with."
You toss your head back, mouth parted with long moans as you feel your climax rising. Your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs as your knees start to shake. "Fuck, Commander!"
"Carry on, little cub," he tells you softly, going double time on your clit, "Tell them what you do when I'm away."
"I- fuck me- I stick the dildo on my mirror, and fuck my ass onto it whilst I finger my needy cunt." Your pussy throbs, clenching hard every time Wolffe draws his fingers out to plummet back in, "I film myself, and send the v-videos to my Commander, f-for him to criticise me."
"And do you cum?" He breaths down your neck, "Do you cum from fucking a dildo up your ass and filming it for me? Fingering yourself because I'm not there to do it?"
"Yes, I cum, I cum!" Wolffe starts to curve his fingers, hitting that delightfully pleasuring spot inside your pussy. "I cum so hard! All over the mirror!"
"Fuck, yeah, you do. I make you lick your juices off the glass, don't I? Fucking love watching you cum, making you cum. Are you gonna cum for me now, little cub?"
"Yes!" You cry, hips jutting as you try to chase your climax.
"Then fucking cum for me."
It tears through you, the knot in your stomach exploding. You shudder in Wolffe's arms, his fingers still deep inside of you. You don't squirt, but you do feel your juices flood around his fingers, drenching the sheet beneath you with a puddle of your arousal.
The noise you make is somewhere between a groan and a scream, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure makes you white out. It's so fucking good, having Wolffe finger your tight cunt and play with your throbbing clit. He's praising you the whole way through, murmuring quietly in your ear about how good you are for him.
You start to come down from your high when Wolffe withdraws his fingers from your hole, the slick sticking between his fingers as he holds his hands in front of your face. Taking your cue, you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue.
Before Wolffe puts his fingers in your mouth, you hear his breath hitch, "The Sky Corps want to watch you gag on my fingers, little cub. What do you think?"
Chest still heavy and skin slick with sweat, you nod, "Fuck my throat with your fingers, sir."
Wolffe pushes his digits into your mouth, all the way until his fingertips hit the back of your throat. The noise you make is obscene, mirroring that of a little slut choking on her daddy's cock.
You suck your juices off his fingers, coating them in saliva as he prods the back of your throat. You can feel your sensitive pussy throbbing on every thrust.
"Fuck, little cub," Wolffe moans, taking his fingers out of your mouth, his fingers shiny with your spit. "You make me so fucking hard."
The thought of his erection has a glob of drool running down your chin. Wolffe starts to tweak your nipple with his sticky fingers, rolling the tight bud between his thumb and index finger, "Gods, I'd love to fuck you until sunrise, little cub. Would you like that? Your Commander fucking you until you can't remember your own name?"
"Yes!" He starts to grope your entire breast, squeezing it hard. "Yes, Commander."
Wolffe chuckles, running his other hand down to your burning pussy and giving it a light tap that makes you jolt out of your dazed state, "But I'm not going to do that tonight. The next time I fuck you, it'll be your ass, in front of the entire fucking GAR."
"Gods," you moan quietly, eyes slipping shut as the tip of his index finger runs circles around your throbbing clit.
"Every brother will be watching," Wolffe says to your ear, though maintaining eye contact with the camera, "From the newest shiny to the oldest ARC trooper. Every Marshal Commander will watch, and if you're lucky, little cub, the commandos might log on too. How does that make you feel?"
"Like a fucking slut," you choke out. "You-Your cumdump. Only g-good for being jerked off to by your brothers."
"Yeah, a fucking gorgeous slut," Wolffe mutters, slapping your clit again to make you squeal, "An army of a billion men with the same face jerking off to a live stream of you getting your ass split open by your Commander's cock. Gods, that makes me want to cum too, little cub."
"Let me suck your cock," you garble, oversensitive from his post-orgasm stimulation, "Please, Commander, let me choke on your big cock. I wanna make you cum."
Wolffe snickered, "Listen to her, boys. She's so desperate for me to shove my cock down her throat. Do you think you can cum again just from sucking me off, little cub?"
"Y-Yes, sir," you nod in a daze, "Yes, Commander."
He kissed your cheek, drawing his fingers away from your pussy which was now swollen from all the attention. "Get to work then, mesh'la."