Mating of Three (part 1):

Anakin was feeling quite bemused as he was led by the hand out of the hotel and into a building across the street and two over by a very eager Togruta girl. He'd briefly thought about pulling his hand free, but then decided he didn't want to hurt her feelings or get bit by a pissed off female, so he let his tiny Snips lead him. Rex was also being tugged along by the hand and they shared amused glances which turned to identical scowls as a squad of clones walking by started to snicker at their very embarrassing (and probably compromising) position.

The clones shut up right quick and ducked their heads to stay out of eye contact.

Good.

Anakin would hate to have to put them all on latrine duty at their next deployment on a muddy world. Really.

"Where are we going?" he asked out of random curiosity as they crossed through a massive lobby type area decorated tastefully in a lot of blue, grey, and silver.

"To the suite Bo gave us," Ahsoka said, practically vibrating with eagerness. Her hand was also excessively hot in his own, her lust practically screaming into the Force and through their bond. It was literally impossible to ignore. Good thing he didn't have to for much longer. "This whole building is owned by the Kryze clan. As well as most of the buildings in the area, including the hotel the men are staying in."

"Hunh."

Their small talk brought them to a trio of elevators at the back of the lobby where a guard in Kryze colours was posted. Ahsoka nodded to the warrior and received a respectful nod back. The helmeted Mandalorian pressed a button to summon an elevator for them and one of the doors opened immediately.

"Thank you, Brokar," Ahsoka said sweetly, receiving a pleased grunt from the man to be recognized.

She was always good like that, somehow knowing the names of every clone or soldier she came into contact with for longer than ten seconds.

It was one of the reasons the clones loved her so much and would follow her to the ends of the universe. Rex and Anakin were definitely no exception.

As the elevator doors closed them in, Ahsoka whined out, "Need you," and then suddenly Anakin had a girl clinging to him with all of her limbs wrapped around him and his neck was all but being devoured as she kissed and sucked at it.

He could only grunt, wrap his arms around her in return, and then look at Rex with startled eyes.

The clone Captain shrugged, smirking a little as he kept a hand on Ahsoka's back lek, gently stroking it. "Just go with it. From experience, she won't calm down until she's claimed you properly."

"What do you... Uggghhhhh," Anakin groaned in erotic pain as Ahsoka suddenly bit him hard in the crook of his neck, pulling his collars aside to do so.

The girl purred as she sucked on him, almost definitely drawing at least a few drops of blood by the feel of it. Anakin's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as lust hit him like a tank and it was all he could do to remain standing and not come in his trousers on the spot. "Force," he moaned cupping the back of her head and holding her to his neck on purpose now. He'd heard there was an aphrodisiac in Togrutan fangs, but he'd always thought that was an exaggerated rumour. Turns out it wasn't.

"Yep," Rex said, commiserating with him and helpfully wrapping an arm around Anakin's waist as the elevator came to a stop at what was apparently their floor and the door opened. Thankfully there was no one in the hallway to witness the three of them plastered to each other.

Rex leaned over into Ahsoka's space a little more, nuzzling his nose against her montral. "Easy, Ahso'ika. Let us get to our room first before you kill poor Anakin with too much love."

Ahsoka made a little whining sound in her throat that made Anakin want to give her the galaxy, but then she pulled back after licking his mating bite with a gentle tongue. Her eyes were nearly black and absolutely huge when she looked up at him and then over at Rex. "Okay."

"Good girl," Rex praised.

Which made her purr again and lean over to kiss him with a whispered, "My Rexy."

It was clear to Anakin that he had a lot to learn about dealing with a Togruta in heat as opposed to a regular Human woman in love.

Rex let himself be drawn into her passion as Anakin watched with his blood singing, 'me too, me too!' But somehow the clone found the will to pull away and lead Anakin – who still had Ahsoka wrapped up around his body – down the hallway and to the third door on the left.

Rex pulled his glove off and used his thumbprint to unlock the door, saying something about adding Anakin to their security clearance later, but Anakin wasn't really focusing on that at the moment.

Nor did he really notice the features of their suite of rooms aside from acknowledging that the Kryze's were decently well off based on the quality of the furniture alone.

What Anakin was focused on was the girl who'd squiggled out of his arms as soon as they entered a room with a massive bed in it only to start pulling his clothes off at the speed of light while she mumbled, "Hot, hot, hot. Need, need, need."

Since his own libido was flying in the same zone, Anakin had zero problems with this.

He made an attempt at returning the favour, but that only got him growled at, so Anakin wisely kept his hands to himself and helped with his own stripping instead, toeing off his boots with more determination than finesse.

The instant he was naked, Ahsoka latterly threw him backwards onto the bed with the Force.

He landed with an ooffff, eyes wide as he watched her pull off her boots and then yank her leggings and underwear off with zero regard to preserving her clothing's integrity. (They astonishingly didn't rip.) He caught a glimpse of shapely orange legs with white markings running up the shins and over the tops of her feet before she was flying through the air and landing over him with a predatory grin.

"Mine," she purr/growled and then before he could even grasp her waist or process what she was doing, she was sinking the most incredible hot and tight sheath over his throbbing erection, leaving Anakin to deal with it as he could.

"Yours," he gasped back, trying to suck air in through his gut-punched lungs, in complete awe as the athletic girl rode him like a churning tornado, head thrown back as she experienced her own bliss. A bliss he felt like a second pounding heartbeat in his chest through their bond.

Ahsoka leaned forward to kiss him as she rocked, sharp nails digging into his chest. He groaned into the sweetness of her mouth, kissing her back with more enthusiasm than skill at this point, but he doubted she cared. Feeling bold, he tried putting his hands on her again and this time received a purr of approval that made him nearly lose his mind.

A shift in the bed drew his attention for a moment as Rex, now naked as well and sporting an impressive erection, crawled in beside them. "Let's get you undressed too, cyar'ika, before you overheat." Considering she felt like liquid lava on top of him, Anakin had to agree, even if he didn't want to see her naked with every ounce of his being.

She hummed her approval of the idea, sitting up again and letting the men undo her beskar belt and hip guards then pull off her tunic. She kept rocking on Anakin the whole time, making it hard for the Jedi to concentrate, but he valiantly kept at it, ignoring the shaking in his real hand. Rex then stripped one beskar vambrace and elbow-length glove off her while Anakin took the other.

When that was done, Ahsoka took her own sports bra off and tossed it aside, humming with little gasps of pleasure with each shift of her hips. Her hands ran down her own lekku in a blatant self-caress and then she was reaching for Rex with one hand and bracing herself on Anakin's chest again with the other.

Rex helpfully tucked his shoulder under her hand for her to lean on too, his eyes hot as he watched her with a completely devoted expression for a moment before leaning over and kissing her lekku and shoulder and breast in random patterns that spoke of his worship for her more clearly than any words could say.

Anakin stroked her sides, hips, and thighs and then back up to her perky breasts as he admired the sheer beauty of her fit little body. She had a lot more white markings on her than he'd imagined, all of them somehow complimenting her shape. In fact, she looked kind of like a nexu made up of diamonds and lightning bolts.

She was hot as hell in more than just body heat.

With all the attention on her sensitive skin, Anakin wasn't very surprised when she cried out a minute later, shuddering in his lap as a wave of ecstasy flooded their bond and a liquid cream soaked his genitals while she bit his neck again in the same spot.

Nor was he surprised when he followed her right over into the land of bliss when her channel clenched around him like a vibrating vice – he'd been hanging onto his control by a thread for a while already thanks to whatever hormones she'd put in his system – the bite and her orgasm was more than enough to trigger his own.

What did surprise him was how she only took a moment to pant out her pleasure before she continued to ride him and how he stayed hard as a rock despite coming like a geyser inside her for what felt like a full minute straight.

Anakin had always had a quick refractory period thanks to his connection to the Force, but this didn't even qualify as that. What should have turned into a painful hypersensitivity was just more bliss and excited pleasure as Ahsoka continued to nibble on his neck and undulate on his lap like she was never going to stop.

He was pretty sure he didn't want her to.

Unfortunately for Anakin, Rex had other ideas.

Ahsoka was riding a mating heat high even more intense than what she'd gone through with Rex so far, and could only blame it on the fact that she had two sexy alpha males pleasuring her at the same time, both throwing off excited pheromones like drugged candy to her senses.

Anakin was gorgeous and his cock was spectacular, reaching a fraction or two deeper than Rex's did, but perhaps not quite as thick. Her pussy loved them both already and Force forbid she ever have to say which one was better.

Anakin also tasted a little different from Rex, his blood and sweat on her tongue a new flavour that stirred instincts to life in her that wanted to savour him indefinitely.

At a gentle tug of her back lek, Ahsoka looked up to see Rex, his eyes pleading out a silent 'me too' that his pride wouldn't let him say out loud.

Feeling guilty that she'd gotten lost in the newness of Anakin, Ahsoka sat up and leaned over to kiss Rex hungrily. His groan of relief was all the confirmation she needed that she would have to try harder to be more aware of the needs of both her mates.

She cupped his face with one hand. "Does my Rex'ika want a turn in me now?"

"Kriff, yes," he growled, eyes heating up like a golden lightsabre. "And right fragging now before I lose my mind."

Ahsoka eeeped as Rex literally picked her up off of Anakin and set her on her hands and knees beside the equally startled Jedi.

"Hey!" Anakin protested, receiving a feral sounding growl from Rex. A Rex who was already lining up and pushing into Ahsoka's heat from behind with all due haste.

Ahsoka whimpered, head falling into Anakin's lap as it was confirmed that Rex's cock was definitely thicker, the stretch so good she orgasmed again on the spot.

Rex groaned at the tight clasp of her channel, but powered through, thrusting into her hard and fast. "So shabla perfect for me," he gasped out roughly, leaning over her back to press hot kisses to her thickest lek. "Love my Soka. Ner mesh'la Soka."

"Yes. Our beautiful Soka," Anakin said firmly, his hands coming up to stroke over her montrals and front lekku. "So giving and precious to us."

Ahsoka felt like she was melting at the praise and the pleasure.

Feeling like she needed to taste Anakin again, she shifted a fraction and turned her head to lap at the ballsac of her second mate, humming at their combined flavours coating his delicate skin.

"Kark, Snips!" Anakin gasped, hands tightening on her montrals and tugging her somewhat more upwards in a silent plea that she had no problem understanding.

Pleased with herself, Ahsoka split her focus between the electric shocks of Rex pounding between her legs and the illicit thrill of licking and kissing Anakin's rock hard cock.

"Please. Please suck it," Anakin begged in her mind. "Need you so much!"

Ahsoka thought this was an excellent idea. Especially after it became apparent that she could milk his sweet precome directly from the source and encourage a seemingly neverending supply of it to continue flowing over her tongue. All of Anakin's flavours were instantly addictive to her in her current state of mindless need.

"Look at you," Rex rumbled against her back, his beloved deep voice everything in that moment. "Taking us so well. You were made to love and be loved by us, weren't you." It wasn't a question, but a statement that made her instincts rumble happily in acceptance.

"Hmmmmmm," Ahsoka purred in response, making Anakin spasm in bliss, ropes of seed shooting into her mouth with no warning. Not that she minded. This new flavour was a little more salty, but still wonderful. She wanted more.

Sucking the throbbing cock as far down her throat as she could manage with so little practice at the art, Ahsoka purred again, deliberately overstimulating Anakin. "More, Master. Give me more."

Anakin grunted, sounding like he was dying, but his hands pulled her even further down on his cock and he somehow came again, though not nearly as much, feeding her even more of his seed.

When he couldn't take anymore, he pulled her off his finally softening cock by her montrals and then lay, panting and trembling, looking like he'd just stepped out of the shower from the sweat glistening on his lithe, muscular body. "Bloody karking hells, Snips!"

"You're welcome, Skyguy." She grinned at him while she licked him clean. When that was done, she rested her head on his hard thigh and let her hands caress gently over his chest and abs, admiring the beauty of his pale skin and fit form.

Anakin just groaned a few more times throughout, and then basically sank into the bed in a boneless mass as he all but passed out.

She grinned wider, ecstatic with how well their first mating as a triumvirate had gone.

Ahsoka turned her attention back to Rex, turning her head over her shoulder to look back at him. He was currently thrusting at a steady pace, his gorgeous body also gleaming with sweat, and his expression one of triumph. Thanks to their two previous lovemaking marathons in the last couple days or so, he wasn't in a hurry to come. He'd just needed to reaffirm his claim on her with his body, and she could totally understand that. "Having fun back there, Captain?" she teased.

Rex leaned back and pulled her up into his arms, settling her in his lap, which somehow sent him even deeper and pressing right into the most sensitive spot within her. She keened at the pleasure – a sound he captured in a brief kiss, followed by a brilliant smirk. "Most definitely, Commander."

Wrapping her arms around his neck backward, Ahsoka leaned her head against his broad shoulder and smiled like a contented tooka up at her first mate. "Make me come again?"

"Gladly," he whispered, bending to kiss her again before he moved his mouth to her lek and his hand down to where they were joined.