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Second Time's the Charm

Damian sighed, gently trailing his hand up and down Ahsoka's back. Everyone who wasn't a part of the Wraith crew or Zeb was away doing training maneuvers, giving Damian and his family all a day off. Zeb was in charge of security so that Damian could rest, since the rest of his family were all extremely vocal about using their day off for sex, so Damian had promised to help Zeb if he needed anything, then went back to the Wraith to spend his day off with Ahsoka. Of course, they weren't the only ones in the Wraith. Barriss and Riyo had been in their room, and made no effort to keep quiet, and Shaeeah and Sapphire had been in Shaeeah's room, making a modest effort to be quiet. Damian and Ahsoka had actually been quiet, not that it mattered to anyone in the family one way or the other.

"It feels like it's been forever since we've been able to just lay here," Ahsoka said.

"Agreed," Damian smiled.

"How're the headaches?" Ahsoka asked.

"Better," Damian said. "They're not gone entirely without me suppressing them, but they're getting Better."

"That's good," Ahsoka smiled. "I still can't believe you actually managed to talk to the Mother."

"Neither can I," Damian said. "I didn't think it would work but didn't have a better idea."

"I also can't believe that you didn't tell me how bad it was," Ahsoka said.

"Why?" Damian asked. "That sounds like exactly the type of thing I'd do."

Ahsoka sighed, rolling her eyes. "Yes, but this is important! What if it was serious?"

"Then I would have told you as soon as I found out," Damian said. "But it wasn't serious, so I didn't bother telling you. At least not until I figured out to fix it."

Ahsoka sighed heavily, laying her head back down, and he kissed the top of her head before setting his back down. For a little while, they lay in silence, both content to just hold each other. Damian felt himself starting to slip in and out of consciousness before Ahsoka shifted, drawing him back to the world as she straddled his waist, her hands in his. he smiled up at her, quirking an eyebrow as he laced their fingers together and squeezed gently.

"So, I've been meaning to ask," Ahsoka said. "Who do you want to invite last time?"

"Next time?" Damian smirked.

"Well, I chose Barriss and Riyo together last time," Ahsoka said. "I think that was the last one. And then I was the one who decided to bring Zera in before that, and I chose Barriss before that. So this time it's your turn."

"Well, I feel like this is a trick question," Damian said. "So I refuse to answer."

"Oh come on," Ahsoka said. "You're the guy. You're supposed to want this more than me."

Damian laughed. "Alright, alright." He hummed thoughtfully. "How about Maylene?"

"Oh I knew you only brought her back to fuck her!" Ahsoka accused, though she smirked knowingly and leaned down to kiss him.

"Oh, yes, you're right," Damian said. "When I rescued her, I was like, 'I bet my wife is going to decide she wants to start fucking other women with me. Let me just grab this sexy Chiss girl to eventually share with my wife.'"

"Sounds like something you'd do," Ahsoka smirked, kissing him again, settling into the kiss. "Have you had a Chiss before?"

"You know?" Damian mused. "I actually don't know that I have. Maybe when I was blackout drunk."

Ahsoka shook her head, smirking. "What haven't you been with?"

"Geonosian," Damian said.

"Ew," Ahsoka said. "Already too much information."

Damian laughed. "Let's see. Chiss that I can remember, Angel, and Zabrak, I think."

"Jeez," Ahsoka snorted. "Short list. Just what is your body count?"

"You really want to know?" Damian asked.

Ahsoka pursed her lips for a second before nodding.

"It's in the neighborhood of...two hundred?" Damian thought for a moment. "About two fifty, I think."

Ahsoka shook her head. "What did I ever see in you?"

"I've been asking myself that question since you forgave me and accepted me back," Damian said. "To this day, I still don't have any idea."

Ahsoka smiled, leaning down and kissing him. He smiled, kissing her back as she began to shift her hips, only for someone to knock on the door. She groaned irritably and pulled back, though she didn't sit up yet.

"What do you-"

"Come in," Damian said.

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow, then turned her head as the door opened and Shia stepped into the room, only to stop, eyes widening.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Shia said. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

Ahsoka looked back to Damian. "Final answer?"

"Final answer," Damian said.

Ahsoka sighed, shaking her head, then looked over at Shia, raising a hand and crooking a finger at her. Shia's eyes widened before she grinned knowingly and walked over, meeting Ahsoka with a kiss. Both slipped their tongues out to meet the other's instantly, and Ahsoka began to rock her hips again, sliding her slick lips against Damian's errection.

"Did you need anything pressing?" Ahsoka asked.

"I was just going to tell you Zeb found a protocol droid in the desert," Shia said, pulling her shirt off. "But that can wait."

Ahsoka nodded and Damian rolled suddenly, laying Ahsoka on her back just as Shia dropped her miniskirt and panties, instantly laying on top of Ahsoka, her hips positioned over Ahsoka's face as she leaned down to taste Ahsoka. Ahsoka moaned, returning the favor, and Damian reached down, slipping his fingers into Ahsoka. Ahsoka moaned loudly, hips rocking against them as they worked together to pleasure her. However, after a couple of minutes, Damian glanced between the two girls and Shia grinned instantly, getting up and flipping around, kissing Ahsoka, who kissed her back hungrily, both girls spreading their legs invitingly. Damian knelt down and grinned, taking a moment to enjoy the show before leaning forward and beginning the feast. Both moaned loudly, rocking their hips and ending up dragging their clits against one another's. Damian trailed his tongue up through Ahsoka's slit, and then up through Shia's, groaning approvingly at their combined tastes. As he continued to work the two girls' slits, he used the Force to lift Ahsoka's lightsaber hilts, grinning mischievously, only for her own hands to reach out, catching them.

"Don't even think about it," Ahsoka said.

"Oh fine," Damian huffed, then chuckled, digging back in as he pushed his fingers into them. Both of them moaned, rocking their hips in time with his fingers' thrusts, and after a couple more minutes, both girls cried out in pleasure, bucking and spasming atop one another. Damian stood as Ahsoka beckoned him down. He leaned down and kissed her, groaning at the hunger he felt instantly before she pulled back and glanced at Shia. Damian smiled and turned his head, sharing an equally hungry kiss with Shia. After a couple more seconds, he pulled away and got back into position, pushing into Ahsoka, who moaned loudly before Damian began to thrust into her, setting a steady rhythm quickly, Shia reaching down to rub Ahsoka's clit in small, quick circles. Ahsoka moaned, hips rocking and trembling beneath Shia, who was roughly kissing her neck.

Damian smiled, leaning down and returning the favor to Shia's own neck, quickly forming a dark bruise as he pulled Ahsoka's hand to Shia's clit. Ahsoka began to rub instantly, Shia moaning loudly. Damian focused on thrusting into Ahsoka, feeling her quickly beginning to tremble around him and grinning. Shia must be great with her fingers. He began to speed up, thrusting harder and faster into her, her moans echoing through, more than likely, the entirety of the Wraith, along with the wet sucking sounds of her starving snatch being impaled over and over. Finally, she bucked, crying out in pleasure as she shook and trembled, Damian and Shia making no effort to slow down. Ahsoka's hands clutched at Shia desperately as she spasmed, her face contorted with pleasure. Finally, she began to settle from her orgasm, only to feel another beginning to build within moments. Damian pulled back from Shia's neck, thrusting into Ahsoka faster as he felt himself starting to slip. Ahsoka held a hand out and he slipped his own into it instantly as Shia kissed her. Then, finally, Damian and Ahsoka both snapped at the same time, Damian bucking and rutting into her, groaning as he filled her. Finally, he pulled out of her and she rolled, pinning Shia to the bed and attacking her lips hungrily.

Damian pushed his still-hard member into Shia and she cried out in pleasure, still being close from Ahsoka rubbing her clit. He smiled, leaning forward and beginning to kiss Ahsoka's neck, thrusting into Shia quickly, filling her completely every thrust and making her moan and wail into the kiss with Ahsoka, Ahsoka moaning just as loudly as Shia began to rub Ahsoka's clit. However, after a moment, Shia took one of Damian's hands and pulled it to one of her lekku. At the same time, she pulled one of Ahsoka's to her other lekku. Damian frowned for a moment before remembering that Twi'lek lekku were extremely sensitive, but also that touching a Twi'lek's lekku was supposed to be very intimate. He smiled, both he and Ahsoka gently massaging the lekku and running their hands over them. As a result, Shia's eyes flew open and she arched off the ground as she broke, lifting Ahsoka as well and screaming in pleasure, Ahsoka's lips muffling her only slightly. Shia's tunnel clenched painfully around Damian, very nearly shoving him out of her as it began to spasm and convulse around him, milking him rapidly. He groaned and Ahsoka pulled back from the kiss just as Shia collapsed to the bed and began to shake and tremble, eyes wide and face contorted in pleasure as she continued to orgasm. Damian raised his eyebrows, releasing her lekku so she could settle, but as he began to pull his hand back, her lekku suddenly wrapped around his arm and Ahsoka twisted around, kissing him.

"Don't stop," Ahsoka moaned, rubbing herself rapidly. "Fill her whenever you need."

Damian nodded, continuing to fuck Shia, who showed no sign of settling down as Ahsoka began to place light kisses along Shia's left lek, Shia's eyes actually rolling back into her head. After barely another minute, Damian couldn't hold back any more and bucked into her, thrusting and rutting into Shia as he began to pump his seed into her, Shia's head tilting back as she moaned loudly. Finally, Ahsoka sat up again, gently guiding Shia's right lek to release Damian's arm. Shia gasped in several breaths before collapsing, going completely limp and panting for breath. Damian watched her for a moment with his eyebrows raised before she moaned, and held an arm out. Ahsoka shifted out of the way and Damian leaned down, kissing her.

"What the hell was that?" Damian asked.

"Fucking amazing!" Shia moaned. "You were basically massaging the pleasure center of my brain."

Damian snorted, shaking his head. "No wonder Twi'lek don't usually let people touch their lekku."

Shia nodded before wiping some sweat from her forehead. "I might pass out."

"Just make sure you take care of the sperm," Ahsoka said, kissing her again. "No getting pregnant with my husband's child."

"I won't," Shia said. "Can I just lay here for a minute?"

"Sure," Ahsoka smiled. "We need to go see this protocol droid though. I'll send Zera to come cuddle with you."

Shia nodded tiredly and Ahsoka and Damian quickly got dressed and left the room with their weapons.

"That was unreal," Damian said. "Are we sure that wasn't a seizure?"

"No," Ahsoka said. "But when you tried to pull your hand away, she projected some of what she was feeling to me so that I could tell you to keep going for her. Even if that was a seizure, she love it."

Damian shook his head. "Fuck. Definitely not going to forget that any time soon."

Ahsoka laughed. "Come on. Let's go see what kind of droid was wandering the desert."

Damian nodded as they reached the munitions storage area.

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