Author's Note: This is a great one, lemony, enjoy!
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Din pulled out of Paz's grip and followed Vissna as she stalked angrily down the hall and into a cabin. Paz was right behind Din, in case Din thought about doing anything stupid. Not that Vissna was incapable of handling it herself. "Following me?" Vissna mused to Din, "You're braver than I give you credit for."
"You don't have to do this," he told her. In a perfect world this is where he'd imagine she'd stop and rethink. Where she'd realize she didn't need anything greater than what she already had… him. That she didn't need to lay waste to the galaxy following the sickening, wasting ruin that was her soul.
"Do what? Take you down to Mandalore?" She asked, taking a set on the bed, dropping her boots and crossing her legs in front of her casually.
"Any of it." He said.
"But I do actually," she rested her hands on her knees. "That's the part you have to accept. I'm not so different from the Mandalorians. I'm not so different from you. But you've already painted me as an enemy because I threaten to make changes. You won't even consider the fact that those changes may benefit you. You can't see past your own hate. Which I appreciate very much by the way. It tastes delicious."
Din didn't answer, but he didn't leave either. She was right, he thought. This was her. She couldn't stop. She didn't have the ability to stop herself from withering the galaxy away. She wasn't the person he wanted her to be and she never would be. He either had to do what she asked, accept her for the atrocious beast she was, or do what Fennec suggested. End her.
Vissna sighed and let herself fall back onto the bed. She had half the mind to restore his memory of her wilting at The Outlander Cafe. But he still wasn't ready to swallow that. Maybe she should give up on Din and take Paz instead. Or scrub Din clean of all his memories and start fresh. She could even remove Grogu from his mind. No, that wasn't a good idea. The minds she overworked ended up turning to mush.
"I don't know how else to explain myself to you," she told Din honestly. "I'm freeing. You don't have to restrain yourself around me like you try so hard to do with everyone else. You could bring all your bounties in cold and I wouldn't see you any differently than I do now."
"There's no honor in your brand of freedom," he told her. If he did just as she'd asked of him, he would completely lose himself in the process.
"You forget your history," Vissna said rolling into her side, "The Mandalorians conquered because they could. Because the galaxy gifted them a planet of beskar and strength. It is the will of the universe. They felt they had to, just as I feel I have to. It's the way of life. The strong will overtake the weak. The weak will fall. The galaxy has given me a gift, and so I must use it. I'm going to provide the Mandalorians with everything they need and watch them succeed."
Din still said nothing and she tried not to show how it vexed her. She rolled over and laid on her stomach, wondering what her next move should be. She would have to feed herself to him a bit at a time. Make herself more palatable to him. Sometimes men are easy to acquire and hard to control. "So," she sighed into her pillow, "are you going to watch me sleep again? Because you know what I like to do before I sleep." She smiled and put an erotic vision into Din's head of her masturbating. She could feel the instant heat from his body.
When neither Din nor Paz moved, Vissna smiled. This just became interesting, she thought.
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Vissna wondered just how stubborn Din was going to be. This was going to finally push him over the edge. Either in a sexual impulsive outburst towards her, or blinding fury and rage. Either way, she had a front row seat and she couldn't wait to see. He single handedly kept her satiated as of late. Maybe he was right, maybe he was all she needed to feed her darkness. Vissna chuckled to herself, no, she needed to keep going. She could have the entire galaxy at its knees and it still wouldn't be enough. If he honestly thought she could survive off of him alone, he was a fool. She would utterly consume him. End up killing him without even meaning to. She had to divide her focus like this for her own safety. Her fixation around him was dangerous to him.
She wondered when would come the point that she became bored over Din. If she pushed him away more frequently, kept him at arm's length, she could really make this last. At this point he knew too much. If she grew tired of him. He wouldn't get to live.
Vissna turned over in bed and wiggled her hips out of her pants. She eyed Din just to see if he would leave. It didn't seem like he would. Maybe he was just as fixated with her as she was with him. She pulled her pants off and threw them at his feet. Then she sat up and pulled off her top.
"You know," she smirked, "you're not the first Mandos I've met." She laid back down and spread her legs, taking two fingers to her favorite spot on her body and massaging in circles. "Though you might be one of the only coverts that never remove their helmets." She dipped into herself and took some of herself to her lips and tasted, "Mmmm," she teased, "which is a shame, because I taste really good." She heard a low growl, but couldn't quite tell who it came from.
She brought her fingers back down to herself and stroked, further wetting her fingers. "Could you imagine me raising an entire army of Mandalorians, and not one of them could properly satisfy me? For my sanity, I hope they don't all choose to follow your Creed." She sat up in bed, legs still open, and she stuck a finger inside herself. "My fingers just aren't long enough." She sighed.
She walked over to Paz, purposely ignoring Din as she did. Like a good soldier he stood unwaveringly still for her as she approached. She took a finger between her legs and stole her wetness. Then she snuck her finger under Paz's helmet. He took her finger into his mouth and let out a low groan at her taste, making Vissna moan in satisfaction.
This was it. Din was finished. He grabbed the bottom of her face in his hand, her mouth covered by his palm. She made little whimpering noises as he forced her backwards. She stumbled down onto the bed. Paz chuckled at Din's display of possession and took his leave, closing the door behind him. Vissna's eyes filled with desire.
Din pulled off his right glove and Vissna moaned, hoping this was going where she thought it was. She arched her back and spread her legs for him. He took his left hand and held her neck down, not squeezing, just in possession of. He ran his bare middle finger up her center ever so gently. Vissna gasped, "more." Din covered her mouth with his hand and shushed her, she moaned. He returned his hand to her neck, stroking it with his thumb. Every touch from him was like electricity through her body. It gave her goosebumps. She was so sensitive to his touch, so overdue for his affection.
He took his freshly wetted middle finger and took it to her breast, rubbing painstakingly slow circles around her nipple. Vissna started breathing more quickly. She groaned in frustration of his lack of urgency. She squirmed, wiggling her hips, aching to have his finger back down there. Din took a knee to her thigh, pinning it against the bed. Vissna moaned at the pleasure from the pain. She bucked her hips, so irritating close to him but too far to rub her crotch against his. So, she thought, it was going to be torture.
Din took his finger off her nipple and shoved her hips back down, making his commands clear without saying anything at all. Vissna bit her lip, still breathing rapidly. She thought she might just pass out before he even got a finger into her. He eased his knee off her leg, trusting that she understood his demands. He ran his finger up her center again and she pulsed for him, squeezing more of her wetness onto the sheets beneath her. He rolled his wet finger over her other nipple, Vissna's eyes glazed over in lust and her mouth opened and gasped for him.
Din pulled her by the thigh closer to the edge of the bed, so her ass was barely on the bed. Then he held her thigh against her chest, her other leg wide open for him. She yearned for his touch. Ached with every fiber of her being. He leaned over her body and stroked her center, keenly watching her expressions. He memorized her face and her stare. The way her eyes grew wide, fluttered, or squeezed shut. The way her mouth opened, panting. The way her chest rose and fell in rapid and unpredictable short breaths. Her perked nipples on top of her soft breasts. He could watch her like this forever. She was completely enraptured by his touch. He loved how he affected her.
"Tell me," he whispered, "beg for it."
Vissna whimpered wishing she could feel his breath against her. "More. I want more, please Din. Don't stop." Din circled his finger at her entrance before pushing it in. He grunted at the soft warmth that squeezed around his finger. He imagined how good it would feel to stick his cock in instead. He pulled his finger in and out slowly. He worked his wrist and finger, carefully watching her expressions, until he was certain he'd hit just the right spot. He held the back of her neck and stroked her jaw with his thumb and he continued to pump his finger in and out of her.
Vissna moaned and whimpered, her back arched. She had never had a lover so intent on extracting her pleasure from her. She wanted this everyday for the rest of her life. When she started to move into his finger along to his rhythm, he added another finger, filling her and sending her over the edge. She felt like she would explode. Like it was too much, too good. She moaned loudly, something she was sure Paz would hear at the front of the ship.
"Din, I-," she whimpered.
"Yeah?" He breathed.
She gasped and tightened around his fingers but he didn't stop. "Din!" She moaned louder, arching her back and gripping his shoulders. "Mmmm, Nn-Ah!" She jerked her pussy back and her legs tightened. Din left his fingers inside her, unmoving, feeling her orgasm around him. Then he brought his fingers to his lips under his helmet and licked them clean. He groaned at the taste. Vissna laid unmoving, breathing quickly, eyes growing heavy, still whimpering for him.
He brought her legs together and lifted her back onto the bed. Her breath started to become more even and quiet. Her eyes closed. Just as Din had pulled the sheet up over Vissna's naked body, Paz ran in saying, "we've got company."
Din followed him out, putting his glove back on as he left the room. Vissna rolled over arching her back, still spent from her massive orgasm. Loyalty test number two, she thought, how well will my boys solve my problems without me?
