4
Paz showed me the many training rooms both above and underground along with his ship for future privacy. He introduced me to a few of his brothers and sisters in arms and they greeted me with respect as I did in reply.
There were many large tents up where some Mandolorians were moving cargo and other supplies into them.
"We have supplies and weapons brought to us by the town. If they ever need our aid we respond." he replied. I noticed many adults were sparring and using weapons I had never seen before.
"Do women of your kind fight?" he asked. I was walking beside him taking in the different smells and sights around me. Smell was the best way to identify someone if markings alone were not clear enough.
"Women are given the option to after passing their education classes. Although it is up to the men to provide safety for the colony, we still can be vicious when needed to protect our own." I explained.
"Can you fight?" he asked. I moved my head side to side.
"I can wrestle." I replied. The large man looked down at me.
"You wrestle your friends?" he asked. I shook my head up at him.
"No, I wrestle my husband." I replied.
"I see." he replied calmly. We were now coming to an area where children were fighting much like the adults.
Paz explained how many children both birth and adopted, took on the Mandalorian's way and took the creed. I noticed how small these children were with helmets on their heads. Were their identities not stripped, for they were young. But I did not voice my curiosities. This was their way of life and the children were raised by a community much like our own.
"You said you had a son. I assume he as well has taken your creed?" I asked. Paz nodded and pointed out to a child across the field who had just thrown another child to the ground.
"Ragnar is his name." he replied. The child's helmet matched his father's, and I could already see the strength in the young child.
"Does he know about this arrangement?" I asked, and Paz shook his head.
"I will tell him tonight." he replied, and I nodded.
"Greetings." Another male's voice caught my attention, and I turned to see a silver armored warrior with a green creature at his side. My eyes locked on the ears and I gasped. A baby, a babeh. I slowly crouched before it.
"A dear thing." I replied softly, and the baby cooed curiously before looking up at the warrior he came with.
"I see your young one is capturing attention yet again." Paz said.
"He has that way." the unknown warrior replied. As with most Celestial children, I serenaded the baby and its ears pricked up in response. It is a song of safety if a baby is ever found abandoned or its parents had died. I opened my arms out to him and he immediately walked over to me. I gently picked him up and cradled him singing softly to him. The child's ears slowly fell and his eyes closed. I smiled gently moving my fingers in a circle path on his head.
"He likes you." the warrior said awkwardly. I looked up at him and smiled.
"Your voice… I have heard it somewhere." I replied.
"The runt has a reputation." Paz said with a mutter. This so-called runt cleared his throat.
"I am Din Djarin. That little one there is Grogu." he replied. My eyes popped now as I took a step closer.
"I have heard of you through the many channels of my home world. You worked with Boba Fett correct?" I asked noticing Paz starting to grumble as if annoyed. Din chuckled softly.
"That is me. You know of Boba Fett?" he asked. I nodded.
"He was allowed safe passage into our colony to speak with my husband. He needed some supplies for his baby rancor. He has spoken about you and familiarized your voice to us with his technology, in case we ever met to show you are an ally, and here we are meeting." I replied. Din nodded.
"Yes, how kind of him. The little guy and I have met many in our travels. I guess it would make sense if you meet Boba, then we were bound to somehow meet." he said and I looked down at the child and then at him.
"Do your ears not hurt under that helmet?" I asked. Immediately Paz started to chuckle lowly, and Din tilted his head a bit.
"What? Oh no Grogu and I are not the same species. I found him and have adopted him." he said. I nodded now in understanding, looking down at him for a moment before gently holding him out to his father. Din slowly took him and cradled him carefully. "So, you must be Alithya." I nodded.
"I am." I replied.
"It's nice to meet you. You're in safe hands with this guy." he said. I gave a brief smile up at the larger warrior and nodded my thanks back at the man. Once we had finished our tour of the camp I was starting to grow hungry and knew it would be time to return to town. Paz and I took a small ship back into town and he escorted me back to the large home I was given.
"It seems you're in perfect hands with the magistrate here in town." he replied, and I nodded.
"He is kind." I replied and he nodded.
"Good." he said looking down at me. "How often would you like to meet? I wasn't given any instruction of how often I should come around." I nodded.
"You have much more to do than I with your tribe. Feel free to stop by when you would like if you are not busy. This entire home is free for Mandalorians if needed. Plus, I need time to find you a courting gift." Gods that felt odd to say. I hadn't needed to think of a courting gift in so long. Now I felt knots forming in my stomach again.
Now Paz's body tightened some.
"You don't need to do that-"
"But I wish to. The quicker we exchange gifts, the quicker I can feel you and we can form the bond that is needed before the three weeks end." I replied. He looked down now as if embarrassed.
"I… have never gotten a gift for a woman before. But that is just another challenge that I plan to beat!"
Now he sounded so confident and it almost surprised me.
"There is no rush Paz. We have time." I replied, and he nodded.
"I understand. Sleep well Alithya I will make time to see you tomorrow." he replied. I nodded.
"Sleep well, Paz." I replied with a gentle nod. He gave a curt nod before turning and marching away. I merely sighed and just went inside. I had noticed the clothing storage unit in my room was filled with more clothes. Greef must have done this while I was at the camp. How nice of him. I sat in a large tub of warm water merely admiring the markings on my chest. From my neck were two long pink swirling lines that moved down my neck and separated circling around my breasts and meeting underneath them and then sliding all the way down my stomach and disappearing in my patch of white pubic curls. The same exact pattern was on the back of my neck and following the front patterns all the way down to my bottom.
Two weeks I would be in heat. Two weeks, I will be in my first heat without my husband. Two weeks I will have another man's cock inside me. I groaned at the thought and ran my hands over my breasts as I would normally do when facing large waves of anxiety. I let my head fall back, my hair further dipping onto the ground outside the tub.
What is Paz Vizsla like? Is he rough or is he soft? What was his body like? What did his bare flesh smell like, taste like? What did his cock taste like I wonder? What did his heart sound like? I was curious of it all. I wanted to be sure I was safe in his care and to do that we needed to expose all of ourselves to each other. But his helmet, I would never be able to see him without his helmet. That was a disappointment. I pinched my nipples softly. Usually my skin would be very sensitive in warm water and it'd be easy for me to submit, but my mind was not in it. Even as I reached into the water trying to stimulate my clit, which was usually always sensitive, it was still no use. I didn't feel safe enough to be vulnerable and sensitive. Even my sparkling honey did not merge with the water as it would often do in the waters of my world.
Silent tears streamed down my face and I wiped them away. Now was not the time for sadness. I needed to prepare for the courting ritual and that meant an offering. I knew what I wanted to give him, but I would need to get to my ship in the morning.
Paz's POV
My mind was filled with too many thoughts now. Everything felt so hard all of a sudden, my muscles, my armor, my cock. Everything seemed to weigh me down ever since Alithya had me touch her chest. Gods, how I wished I didn't have my glove on at the time. I shouldn't have been able to feel her heart beating so strongly, but the Armorer did say Celestial women had special abilities. I could see some of the markings on her body. They were unlike anything I had ever seen before.
Dark pink swirling lines that looked as if they could glow if hit with the right kind of light. It took all of me not to let my fingers press into her breast. My hand was larger than her bust however, but just being pressed to her flesh, I could imagine it felt very soft. I felt a mixture of curiosity and arousal now. If I presented her with a good courting gift then we would be able to explore each other's body. Then she will rub her honey on me and then things will truly begin. I had to calm myself now as I knew I had to speak with Ragnar. I was at my weapons table staring at all the many knives I had. I could give her one of them. Or maybe I could have something made?
"Son! Come here!" I called out to Ragnar from his room on the ship. I could hear his door opening and he approached, his helmet securely on his head.
"Yes, Father?" he asked. He was in his sleeping robes, and I knew I didn't want to keep him up for too long. He had much training in the morning. I turned to him.
"I need to discuss something with you. It won't take long." I said motioning him over. He walked over and stood beside me looking down at the table of weapons.
"What is it?" he asked. I looked at him for a moment.
"Are you familiar with Celestial beings?" I asked. He looked up from the weapons and faced me shaking his head. Well that was good, at least I don't need to go into great detail.
"Well they are a warrior race who we have gone into battle with many times. Now they need our help in housing and protecting one of their own while the warriors go off and find a new home for their people. I have been tasked with this. Do you understand?" I asked.
"Is she the woman I saw you with earlier at training?" he asked. I hadn't known he had seen her, he seemed so focused in his training.
"Yes. Because of her people's ways, I must treat her as if she were my wife. Do you understand?" I asked. Ragnar did not know his mother as she left him with me when he was a few days old. I did speak kindly of her though and always made sure to paint her in a good light. She was not a horrible person, but she also knew she was not ready to be a mother, as I knew I was ready to be a father.
"I understand." He replied. I nodded.
"Good boy." I said, and he now looked at the table of weapons once more.
"Are you… thinking of giving her one of these?" he asked. Smart kid. He's seen me at this table a hundred times and usually it was to decide what I should swap out on my armor. I nodded.
"Yes." I said lowly still eyeing them. I noticed a small hand blade at the edge of the table. It was my very first weapon I had started using when I was a youngling. It brought me great pride back then, but I had no real use for it. I didn't even think to give it to Ragnar since I knew he would want to discover a weapon of his own that brought him strength and honor. The small child's hand reaches out and slowly he picked up the knife and held it up to me.
"She stays in town, I assume. Maybe this will help her feel protected when you aren't with her. Maybe she can have this one." he said with hope in his tone. He couldn't see my smile but I was smiling quite big and placed my hand over his helmet. Hopefully their first meeting will be a peaceful one.
