Odessen - The Base of the Alliance against the Eternal Throne

It had been over two years since they had seen one another and it had taken deals, promises and missions to get her pardoned by the Supreme Chancellor and released but finally, Naina Guntair of Clan Cadera had returned and the whole of the Clan rejoiced. As she and Torian strode into the base, side by side, straight backed, chins up and with their son Braden in Naina's arms, the Mandalorians and many of the others around clapped and smiled. It was truly a memorable moment for the Alliance. Off to the side, Corso and Moira Denic Riggs were clapping and the former-smuggler captain nodded to Naina and Torian.

The Commander gave a suitable welcoming to her, apologizing and lamenting that they hadn't thought to free her from Belsavis but grateful for her agreeing to assist them considering her reputation and her great skill.

Naina, in return, had given a few remarks, thanking the Commander for such a gracious welcome and vowing to assist in any way needed against Emperor Arcann and his sister Vaylin. That was followed by cheers and a huge celebration, at least among the Mandalorian Clans who were present. Mandalore the Avenger personally welcomed Naina back and referred to her as the Champion of the Great Hunt and of Mandalore.

Naina and Torian were tactful enough to at least stay until most of the warriors had drunken enough black ale to put themselves into three-day comas before stealthily slipping away. On the way back to Torian's quarters, they ran into Moira Denic Riggs who walked right up and proffered her hand. "Crazy as it is to say, Guntair, it's great to have you back out of prison and on our side. Can't wait to blast Skytroopers and Zakuul Knights with you."

Naina shook the hand readily, "Same to you, Captain Denic-Riggs."

"Have a good night, you two;" said the smuggler captain with a knowing wink.

A caretaker droid had taken a sleeping Braden to bed already. They came to Torian's quarters and he punched in the entry code. As soon as the door opened, Naina shoved him in and followed. Immediately, their chest places clacked and grated as their whole bodies pressed together. Naina lifted a leg and Torian grabbed it and wrapped it around his waist. After they had thoroughly smooched each other, Naina pulled away and said, "By Mandalore the Indomitable, I've missed you, Tor."

"Missed you too, cyar'ika;" murmured Torian, just holding her tightly.

For a few minutes, the closeness was enough for them both. They just held one another and reveled in the fact that they were back together. But, as human nature, especially Mandalorian human nature, demanded, they both soon decided that there was far too much armor and clothing between them. Naina stepped back slightly and began working on the buckles of Torian's armor, admiring it as she did. "Nice stuff - a little thinner than expected. I'm guessing you're working as a scout or long patrolman for Mandalore."

Torian nodded. "That's right and I'm head of the Clan - our clan, cyar'ika."

Naina had knelt down to work on his armored boots and she looked up at him with pride. Torian smiled and worked his gloves and gauntlets off. Reaching down with a bare hand, he cupped her cheek. Naina took it in her hand and pressed against it. A single sweet tear of joy rolled down; but then, the desire hit them again and she worked frantically on his boots.

Torian chuckled and said, "Your hair grew out. I'm guessing they didn't let you cut it, huh?"

"Nope - no sheers, no razors, no nothing. We got supply drops every week all over the compounds but the stronger inmates always got the goods."

Torian chuckled, "Yeah? How long before you were controlling who got what and dulling things out as you saw fit?"

Naina leaned back as Torian kicked his boots off and then began to work on the plates on this thighs and groin. "A week; I got a bunch of Mandalorians together in there, told them who I was and we ran our compound and the eight surrounding ones as well. We were the Dar'Yaim Mando'ade - the Hell Mandalorians. We cut deals with the wardens and helped keep ours and the surrounding compounds in line and, in turn, they got us moderate contraband - better food and clothing, low grade weapons, that sort of thing. At one point, there was a huge riot of humans, all of the xenophobic to the point of stupidity. They called us to help put it down. Still couldn't seem to get me a razor or clippers or anything."

Torian smiled and pulled a vibroblade. "Hold still."

With the blade, he cut her hair down to where it had been when they last saw each other. It was just a little choppy and a tad uneven but, hey, it had been that way when they had first met and she had kept it that way. It had been a part of her character.

When he was finished, he sheathed the blade and tossed it onto a desk. Naina smiled and undid his munitions and weapons belt and tossed it to the side. Torian expected her to stand and work on the buckles and clasps on his body armor. The last thing he expected was for her to undo the fastenings of his trousers and pull out his partial-erect manhood. With a very naughty look, she gave a pout and said, "Maybe you aren't as excited to see me as I am to see you, but I can certainly change that, ne riduur, ne ka'rta."

And she took his manhood in her mouth, sucking and caressing with her plump lips and skillful tongue. Torian's jaw went slack and let out a strangle sound. Ne Riduur, my spouse. Ne Ka'rta, my heart and soul. By the stars, he loved this woman. "You've-" and he gulped before trying to focus again through the waves of pleasure, "you've been working on your Mando'a."

Her eyes were shining as she bobbed back in forth several more times before pulling away. As she continued to stroke him with her hand, she said, "I have. I had this salty old Mandalorian help me out with it. He had taken a blaster bolt to the head during combat. Basically, he had to relearn Basic since the prison hospital had just made sure that his brain was functioning enough for him to live. So we taught each other. Hmmm..." and she gave his throbbing shaft a long lick. "I've missed this so much."

Again, she took him in her mouth and sucked. Torian leaned back against the door and put his hands on her head. Naina looked up and winked before stopping all motion. That was the signal for Torian to pump into her mouth and throat. They had learned early in their relationship that she enjoyed when he did and it was a great way to get her all riled up. Why that was, considering the fact that she had grown up with a hard life on Kuat where she had to sell her body from her mid teens until she had raised enough to leave, Torian had never figured out. All he knew is that she loved it when he took her head and worked his throbbing member in and out of her throat.

It had been over two years since Torian had felt any kind of pleasure like this other than from his own hand and his hand did not compare to this. Therefore, it did not take long before he groaned and thrust himself in to the hilt and spilled his seed straight down her throat. Naina groaned hungrily before pulling off of him smoothly. "Blast it, now you've got me going!" she hissed.

She quickly stripped him of the rest of his armor plating before spreading her arms and legs so that he could get to hers. Quickly and systematically, Torian removed every plate before circling around behind her and unzipping the body gloved she wore, kissing every centimeter of skin as it was revealed. Naina began to tremble and growled, "Hurry it up, Torian."

Torian yanked the body glove all the way down to the floor. Finally, she stood almost naked, wearing only a pair of athletic under shorts that didn't even cover her round, well shaped rear end and a compression bra that looked like it was about to explode in the attempt to contain her very large breasts. Quickly, she removed the rest of her clothing and Torian took all of her naked glory in. Naina was still in superb shape. Her muscles were well defined and, in the case of her legs, quite large. Her abdominal muscles were very well formed and her was navel still as adorable as ever. There was some hinting of marks from her pregnancy but they did nothing to take away from her beauty. Her arms were muscular, but not like a bodybuilders. She was a warrior, an amazon out of a primeval legend - beautiful, dangerous, intelligent and ravenous for her man.

Her womanhood was practically dripping down her legs and Torian stared at her very large breasts. She had to wear a very tight compression bra or else they wouldn't fit in her bodyglove and armor and she would often complain that her tits were being crushed.

Now, Torian gaped at them and she looked away, blushing fiercely. "You know it makes me self conscious when you stare at my boobs."

"But why?" he asked with a grin.

He reached forward and weighed them in each hand and could have sworn they were even bigger than the last time he had seen and touched them. "They're amazing."

Naina rolled her eyes when Torian suddenly scooped her up and carried her to the bed. As he did, she kissed him desperately and hungrily several times before saying, "I haven't had any since last we saw each other, so you'd better make this good, Ne riduur ne ka'rta."

"Have I ever disappointed you before?" he asked and before she could answer, he kissed her before setting her down and straightening. He worked his way out of his own bodyglove and the athletic undershorts he wore. Naina rubbed her legs together in anticipation before Torian gently spread them apart. "No;" she breathed out, her entire body shivering in anticipation. "You've never disappointed me."

She bit down on one knuckle as his tongue probed her nether-lips, searching for that sweet spot he knew was there. When he found it, a very uncharacteristic squeal came from her. Vigorously, he attacked her womanhood, tonguing her and sucking on her clit and labia. Two relatively sizable hands clapped on the back of Torian's head as Naina moaned and forced him into her. Her hips began to rock and her legs wrapped around his shoulders and upper back with the strength of a competitive sports fighter and locked him to where he could pleasure her so skillfully with his tongue and lips.

Naina had forgotten about how good it felt when Torian laid her down and pleasured her. Much like him, she had only had her hand for company in prison, refusing to bed anyone inside and maiming or killing any who tried too hard to press the issue. It was all worth it, back with her husband and after they had rescued their son. It had been so funny to see Torian's face when she had told him about Braden, their son. He had turned red and his mouth had dropped open and then he had kissed her so passionately that just the thought was making her core clench, especially the way he was working her.

When he had found out that Braden had been 'adopted' by a Sith Lord, he had called up the Clan - all of them. They had gone to Dromund Kaas and had sacked the compound. When they had found the baby, he was in a nursery in a science facility where a droid had been taking care of him until he reached the necessary age to begin experiments.

Needless to say that, no matter how powerful that Sith Lord thought he was, he died burning. Now, they were back together and fighting an even greater, more terrifying enemy and, ironically enough, working with Jedi and Sith, soldiers and smugglers - everyone they had once hunted or worked alongside.

With a breathy cry of pleasure, Naina came. Her back arched in pleasure and, after nearly crushing her husband, she went limp, allowing him to go free. Torian, however, was not in the mood to give her a rest. Joining her on the bed, he used one hand to knead one large breast, paying particular attention to her now-hardened nipples. His mouth closed over the other. Naina gasped and said, "Tor, give me a second!"

But his didn't. It had been over two years since he had seen his wife and now, he was going to enjoy himself and ensure that she did as well. Naina's body shivered and she gasped and moaned. "I've missed you playing with and sucking my tits, Torian!"

Suddenly, she pushed him onto his back and mounted him. "Damn, I need you! Enough foreplay!"

She grabbed his throbbing manhood and stroked it a couple times before lifting herself up and placing the hot tip between her quivering lips. Naina had been looking forward to this every bit as much as Torian had and when she sank down, she gasped and rapidly repeated until he was inside her to the hilt, "Yes, yes, YES!"

Torian's hands were on her hips, gently easing her downward. With a moan, she leaned forward and placed her hands on the wall above his head. Her breasts heaved and jiggled and his hands moved up to give the ample mounds a firm squeeze and to play with the hard, pebbled nipples. Naina giggled and said, "You're obsessed."

"Hard not to be;" said Torian before reaching up and sucking on one of them. Naina gasped and moaned again. Then, as if the on-switch had been hit, she began to ride him at a rapid pace, as if her very life depended on climaxing all over his thick and solid manhood - as if receiving his thick seed was the only thing she needed to be sustained.

Torian sat up and kissed her passionately and, while she managed to keep riding her, buried his face between the mounds of her breasts. Even though they were large, they weren't saggy or flat. A well endowed woman, Naina was fairly proud of her body, except for when her husband gawked at her bare breasts - but as soon as he started touching them, she was ready to take him for everything he was worth.

His hands gripped her round, firm rear end even gave them a good smack. Naina gasped and looked at him. "Excuse me!"

"Punishment for being gone for so long;" he said with a wicked grin and he did it again."

"Keep that up;" she warned, "and I'll- WOAH!"

Torian picked her up and set her on the ground. "Turn around;" he said, his voice low with desire.

"You want to take me from behind?" she asked as she placed her hands on a desk, her legs spread and ready for him.

"Oh yeah; I do - mostly so I can do this;" and he gave her another playful swat on the rear.

Naina bit her lip. "Not very Mandalorian of me to just bend over and take it, you know."

"It is if you like he;" said Torian with a grin and did it again before sliding in her to the hilt.

Naina's head flew back with pleasure and she gasped, "Gah! Yes!"

He began to work in and out of her again and again, and Naina just moaned with bliss. "Stars, I've missed this man;" she gasped in Mando'a.

Her words galvanized Torian to move faster and thrust harder. His hips slapped against Naina's rear and his hands were beginning to tighten on her hips. Her core began to tighten around his member and he realized that, even with her indescribable blowjob earlier, he was about to orgasm and orgasm hard. Just as that thought entered his mind, Naina's body began to quiver and she began to utter moaning, mewling noises and fluid dripped around his cock as she began to cum almost violently. By how her body was reacting, it was as if a powerful orgasm was tearing through her body, causing it to spasm and shake and driving moans and cries from her breath.

Torian gave her rear one more smack before reaching forward and caressing her breasts with both of his hands as he continued to thrust into her. It was another minute before his entire body sang in climax and his mind bloomed with pleasure but the whole time, Naina was moaning and mewling and her womanhood continued to twitch and spasm around him with increasing strength.

After Torian came, he staggered back, pulling out and collapsing onto the bed. Naina, unable to support her weight on her legs, collapsed against the desk, gasping and still mewling. In clear view, her womanhood was still twitching. "By the Taung gods, Torian;" she managed finally, "I don't think you've ever gotten me that good."

Torian managed to stagger to his feet and went to her. On shaky legs, they staggered back to the bed and collapsed onto it, pulling the rough blanket over their damp and naked bodies. As they calmed and came down from their post-coital high, Naina rested her head right next to his ear. "That little warm-up there, that doesn't even begin to show how much I missed you, Tor."

"Cyar'ika;" he murmured and kiss her tenderly.

Torian had always been a man of few words but of great communication. He said everything that needed to be said to get his message across; and uttering that one word, Naina finally broke down. She buried her head in his neck and shoulder and wept in joy and relief, knowing that she was safe and he was safe and that their child, their child, was safe and sound in just the other room; it all overwhelmed her.

Torian felt tears rolling down his own cheeks but he didn't sob or cry. His joyous weeping was silent and still but every bit as heart felt. "Every night;" said Naina between sobs, "I would find a corner to sleep in, cold and alone and I would fight back tears. Almost every night, a warrior would offer to warm me up and to give me what he thought I needed. I killed thirteen men who didn't take the hint and maimed another eighteen. But every night, I would sink into sleep and I would dream that you were with me. Every night, I would dream that you and I and Braden were all together and somewhere where all the terrors of the galaxy couldn't get us."

It had always been a rare event that Naina had broken down. Offhand, Torian had only ever seen her do it twice before - after they had finished the battle of Corellia and after Darth Nox had kidnapped him and tortured him and threatened to kill him. The rest of the time, he would have sworn up and down by every Mandalore before, that she was so much stronger than he was. And she was. "Cyar'ika;" he murmured affectionately again.

Through her tears, as her sobs began to subside, she looked up and smiled at him. "Ne riduur ne ka'rta" she whispered back and kissed him.

They kissed and held and caressed one another and, after their weeping in relief had completely subsided and faded away, their hunger and desire and need for one another returned again. Torian rolled her over and began to kiss her body - all over her body. Even after over two years, he knew it like he did any weapon he had ever owned or any ship he had ever flown on. He new every spot that brought her pleasure. He knew every centimeter and every joint. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply and whether to kiss with his lips or to brush with his tongue or even to nibble a little.

Naina lay back and gasped and moaned with pleasure at every touch of her husband, her Riduur Ka'rta. This is what she had dreamed of for two years on Belsavis, his systematic yet tender and affection working of her entire body, how he knew every little spot that pleased her. Right along her jugular was very sensitive, and he grazed it with lips, tongue and teeth just enough to get her to bite her lower lip and to feel herself begin to warm with desire again. Her collar bones, tenderly kissed, were like a dual sequence of buttons that caused her to lift her arms over her head. The way he gently massaged and kneaded her large breasts and teased each tip to a hard, pebbled and tingling point using fingers, lips and tongue never failed to bring out a deep, feral moan of absolute desire from her throat. Rubbing her large, muscular thighs as he kissed her stomach and across her hipbones always cause her legs to spread wide as if begging for him to enter her.

If he wanted to draw out her bliss, he would have her roll over as well and kiss all over her smooth back and give her rear a good swat here and there just to hear her giggle.

This time, her legs were spread wide and her eyes were pleading. Torian couldn't say no to her right now. He sank into her as her legs wrapped around his waist. Naina purred with pleasure as she pulled him into her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders and pulled him into a kiss while Torian retracted and thrust with his hips, making love to his wife again, for only the second time since her freedom. Changing his angle just slightly, Torian managed to rub her sweet spot and cause her to moan into his mouth. She pulled away from his lips and gasped in pleasure. "More! Faster! Harder!"

Torian kissed her silent as he increased his speed and his force and she bit her lower lip and moaned again. Burying his face between the mounds of her breasts, Torian increased in speed and vigor again. Naina used one hand to cover her mouth while the other wrapped around Torian's head. When he sucked on one of her breasts again, she cried out into her hand again before saying, "Tor, you're driving me crazy. AH! I'm gonna cum again!"

One more time, Torian pounded into her with everything he could. Naina threw her head back and let out a throaty moan. Her back arched and she climaxed so hard that her vision went white with pleasure and her body thrummed with ecstasy. Torian continued to rapidly collide with her body again and again, prolonging her bliss until he gave a strangled groan as well and collapsed over her. She wrapped her arms around him and held him on top of her. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Ne Riduur ne ka'rta;" she whispered.

It was one of the first things Torian had taught her in Mando'a and her new name for him. "I love you, my spouse, my heart and soul."

"Cyar'ika;" he murmured. "Ni Kar'tayl gar darasuum."

They adjusted so that they lay in one another's arms. Torian's face was buried in Naina's short, choppy hair and his arms were wrapped around her. From the events of the past several weeks, from the high-strung emotions, from the sheer relief and joy of seeing one another again and, of course, from the desperate, passionate love-making they had just finished, the two Mandalorain warriors were exhausted. Naina gave a long, contented sigh and snuggled into her husband. Utterly content, they drifted off to peaceful sleep.

They were woken by little Braden's cries. The caretaker droid was already in motion, murmuring to him in Mando'a and shushing him as she fed him from a bottle. "You may go back to sleep if you wish, Masters. I will take care of him."

Torian went over to him and said, "May I hold him?"

"Of course, Master;" said the droid, gently handing the infant over to him.

The babe had dark blue eyes like his father but had his mother's copper-colored hair. Little Braden seemed to consider his father as he sucked steadily away at the bottle. A huge smile began to cross Torian's face. This little fellow was his son - his son. He looked up at Naina - the beautiful, strong and brilliant Champion of the Great Hunt. She was his wife and he was her husband.

As if she could read his mind, Naina smiled as well and stood, coming over to him. "He's going to be strong and talented - like his father;" she murmured.

Torian chuckled. "That would be a shame. I'd rather he were strong and talented like his mother."

Naina chuckled. "Well, I'm sure he'll be handsome like his father."

"Oh yeah;" he agreed. "He'll be breaking hearts before he knows it."

The most tender thing Naina had ever seen happened then. Torian, the strongest man she had ever met and the most skilled warrior, the bravest Mandalorian and fiercest fighter, leaned down and with utmost care and love, kissed his son on the forehead. "We'll be having you shooting blasters and swinging Beskad before you know it, little Braden."

He handed the little one back to the caretaker droid. "Thank you;" he murmured as he turned and passionately kissed his wife. Naina's arms wrapped around him and her bare body pressed against his. They climbed back into bed and carried one another away onto another passionate venture of pleasure and love.

Greetings, my friends! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I sure enjoyed writing it. The Bounty Hunter was a popular request via PM so I thought I would jump into it. What's more, I decided that a jump WAY into the future would make things interesting and giving them something to look forward to. Hope everyone enjoyed. Feel free to read, review and request via PM. Thanks a lot.