Chapter 23: First Time
Wolffe wasn't sure how he'd gotten so lucky. Not only did him and Ryn declare themselves to each other, but now she was right there on his cot in his personal quarters. It wasn't like either of them were needed for anything in that moment. Wolffe's only orders from the General were to take a well-deserved rest. Nothing was more restful than running his hands through Ryn's fur. He'd never had much of an opportunity in his short life to feel such comforts. Nothing was anywhere near as perfect as her soft fur. It was so smooth as his thumbs brushed down and fluffy when they came back up.
He'd thought that the fur on her arms was impossibly perfect. Then layers were slowly removed, for comfort of course. Wolffe's armour, Ryn's outer robes. Now she was perched on his lap in her trousers and undershirt. Wolffe's hands were holding her hips, repeating his earlier action. The fur there was even softer. Her undershirt rode up a little with Wolffe's hands.
The fur of Ryn's arms tickled Wolffe's neck and shoulders. The top of his blacks forgotten with the mess of armour and fabric. Her fingers fiddled with the hair at the nape of his neck as she finally pulled her lips away from his.
They'd been making out like this for a while. He wasn't sure how long it had actually been but it was definitely longer than he'd ever just kissed a woman. It was killing him. She was such a tease with her little sighs and the way she fidgeted in his lap. The way she gave herself to him in each kiss but never took his invite to slide a little higher up his lap.
It was painful how hard he was. He almost came in his pants when he softly bit her neck. Her sweet mewls which started as he laid a path of kisses down her jaw and to Wolffe's favourite place to mark up his toy for the night. There were two differences between this and normal conquests. Ryn wasn't just some girl he would fuck and walk away from. He didn't want to fuck her, he wanted to make love to her. Also, she had fur. Wolffe had only really been with humans and Twi'leks (there was one that looked like she could be Mirialan but Wolffe really didn't care). He wouldn't suck a bunch of fur. That was a definite no. But she was Cathar. So there was something else he could do with his mouth there. He'd seen feral tookas and other wild felines. She wasn't too dissimilar, really. So, he nipped at her and gently held the skin and fur between his teeth as she purred in submission.
Doryn had only had her first kiss some minutes or hours ago. She had no idea how long it'd been. All she knew was that she loved losing herself in this form of connecting with him. She wanted more though. She wanted to connect with him as her mate. He was human, so it was different. Her instincts and knowledge of humans warred somewhat in her head as the uncomfortable sticky heat grew between her legs. As a Jedi she could never have children and he was human, so he couldn't impregnate her even if that was the desired outcome. Still, she wanted nothing more than to have him mate with her and leave her dripping with his seed. The true Cathar inside her was very insistent that his seed would eventually take and that she needed it anyway. Even if it wouldn't be fruitful, she needed to be filled. But humans had none of that breeding instinct that drove them to instantly get down to fucking. She couldn't force her needs on her human. At least he was hers.
Eventually Wolffe did something. Something that made the part of Doryn which was pure instinct jump for joy, and she almost let out a squeal of excitement. Wolffe's hands, which had been smoothing down her hip fur, were now gripping her firmly and pulling her up his lap. Her chest came to his. Without his top layer, she could feel the heat rolling off of him. Her nipples tingled a little from that warmth. The biggest change was the rock-hard erection she could now feel between her legs. Proof that Wolffe wanted it too. The wolfpack seemed more Cathar than human so often that this deviation from what she knew of humans shouldn't've been a surprise. Though, now knowing it was going to happen already made her feel fuzzy. It was definitely cause she didn't want to push her human. Right? It certainly had to be.
Wolffe wanted to groan with relief at her finally taking her rightful seat on his cock. Not only was knowing just some fabric separating them making him burn inside, but the heat now pressed against him was obvious. She was so warm where he would soon be it was intoxicating. The way she pressed herself down on him made him want to rip everything off and just have her already. Fuck. He just needed to have her. Desperate to quench his thirst, he brought his lips to hers yet again. Every last drop of her would be consumed tonight.
As Wolffe's mouth yet again made its descent to the part of Ryn his mind now labelled as 'chew toy', he noticed her hand tremor a little in his hair. He wondered to himself if she'd ever had sex before. She kissed and teased him like an expert. But there was something about that tremor in her hand and the girl he'd met some months ago. He should check, right? He wanted it to be special anyway. It was his first time with her. His first time with this woman who'd infuriated him into loving her.
Wolffe's sweet kisses on Doryn's neck paused. She'd been enjoying it quite a bit. She wanted this, even when weighing up the consequences she'd have for doing this. Nature's punishment for her loving a human she couldn't openly have. Wolffe's face was still pressed into her fur when he spoke. "You seem so nervous." Well of course she was nervous. She'd probably be 'in season' (as Master Tassu had once so graciously explained with a scowl) after this. Her induced oestrous cycle would come and make it obvious what she'd done. "Is it your first time?" Wolffe pulled his face away from her fur and instead focused his eyes on hers. By the Force. Wolffe was certainly lucky that he was handsome. Like, exceedingly handsome. At least they couldn't create a child together, cause he was so stupid. Doryn knew that she'd seemed unfeeling when they'd met but had he not noticed her progression?! "Of course, I've been nervous before." She snapped. She tried to remember that it wasn't his fault that he didn't understand. Clones didn't receive a proper education. She didn't blame him but damn did his perceived obliviousness agitate her.
His eyebrows raised somewhat, and he looked almost amused. His right hand left her hip, causing her undershirt on that side to fall back down, before it came to her face. His thumb stroked against her jaw, causing the fur to fluff up a little. His thumb eventually came to her chin where it stayed with a tiny repetitive movement. "Oh, I didn't mean that." He almost taunted. The smirk grew. Of course, she'd had to pick the smuggest guy to fall for. "I mean being with someone. Like this."
What could she even say to that? That she had all the instinct but no experience? That she'd only ever thought about it? Actually, that could work. So, she offered it to him. "I've imagined it." She had his erection pressing against her entrance and had been kissing him for ages, but she couldn't keep looking at him when she admitted it. So, she looked away. "And what did you imagine?" His voice was gentle and then he kissed her cheek. His hand stayed against her face, but he didn't make her look at him. At least he'd granted her that small kindness. Though now she had to think of when she'd imagined having sex. The only thing she really actively thought about was having him.
And so she admitted it. "You." She admitted to his shoulder. She finally had the courage and pulled her face back in line to face him. "All I ever imagine is you." His already wide pupils tracked her face before he brought his lips to hers in a soft kiss full of need.
Wolffe brought his stray hand back to her hip and lifted her a little. He pushed Ryn back into his bed and repositioned himself to be over her. One of his hands came next to her head as their position became horizontal and the other stayed, gripping her hip. He brought his face away from hers, breaking the kiss. His girl was now beneath him with her short red hair in a mess on his thin GAR-issue pillow. His goddess, ready to bless him. Wolffe was a lucky man.
Doryn felt safe here. The mattress below her and Wolffe above her. It was right, for her to be below her mate as he looked at her with those eyes. Being his, like this, it was everything she needed. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders and down his chest. Slowly. She appreciated every built muscle and the defined ridges that separated each piece of evidence of his hard work. He was built to withstand anything. His bulky muscle and strong build. Even if they went no further, Doryn was certain her oestrous cycle would now be triggered. She looked to his lips, wishing for them to be against hers again. At least Wolffe had enough instinct to kiss her again. His face came to hers and she let out a little sigh as she raised her head to meet him. His lips pushed her back into the pillow as he kissed her with fervour. Her hands, which had stopped on his lower abdomen, now went a little further down. Her hands felt him through the bottoms of his blacks. The outline of his hard warm cock drew her hands to the object she needed the most from Wolffe right now.
As her hands brushed over his covered length, Wolffe knew he had to stop her. He needed her writhing in pleasure before he released himself. So, with the hand which had been on her hip some moments ago, he snatched both of her wrists. He broke the kiss and pulled her wrists so that they were on the pillow just above her head. "Cyare, just let me make you feel good." He meant to coo down at her, but it came out somewhere between the intended coo and an order. He lifted off of her and was now on his knees between her legs. Grinning down at her.
His start point was the exposed line of lighter fur on her midriff. He pushed her undershirt up with his nose as he came down to kiss her stomach. He worked up her torso as his hands and her wriggles worked her undershirt up and off. Now at the top of her chest, he nipped his way back down her body to the trousers which hung a little lower on her hips than they had at the beginning of the earlier make-out session. His thumbs dipped under the waistbands of both bits of fabric that held his prize and pulled them down. It was a little awkward when he had to shift back and bend her legs to remove them from her fully but as soon as it was done, he got his head back down to work.
She looked more human between her legs than Wolffe had expected. She had what appeared to be a clit, but the skin there looked black. He nipped at the inside of her thighs as he explored. The sighs and whimpers only urging him to go further and further. To fully investigate what was now his. He used his fingers to part her outer lips and found inner ones in the same shade of black as her clit. The fur around her pussy was damp and the inner lips glistened. Wolffe knew at that moment that she'd been as painfully tortured as he had been this whole time. He brought his fingers to part her inner lips and found the little hole which was his target. Abandoning her thighs, Wolffe brought his face against her heat. He didn't bring his mouth against her just yet as he simply let his breath hit it. He watched as she opened her eyes and brought them to him. "Please, Wolffe." Her breathy plea was all that was needed for him to lick his tongue up her lower lips. Then he licked her slick hole. He slowly teased it with his tongue as he enjoyed her slight moans.
He needed more. He needed to taste her properly. He needed to be enveloped by her scent. He needed to be deafened by her cries. So, in a sudden movement he pressed his face in fully. His nose pressed against her clit and his tongue now bathed fully in her nectar. He was instantly rewarded with a confused little moan. "W-Wolffe?" He simply licked her inner walls in response. She was so soft and warm inside and so darn tight. He had to prepare her a little and an orgasm he got to swallow would do them both a great deal of good. The tip of his tongue massaged her pillowy insides as a hand came to his head. He could feel her squirm and used his forearm to pin her hips down to the bed. He continued to lick against her walls as he nuzzled his nose against what seemed to be her clit. "Nngh." The hand in his hair started to grasp at it a little. Wolffe certainly was on the right track.
He removed his tongue from her hole and quickly replaced it with his index finger. He languidly pumped it in and out of her as his tongue came to her clit. "Oh." She yelped as his tongue flicked at her bundle of nerves. Wolffe could feel her writhe more under his arm. Okay, so not much further. Wolffe's lips came around her nub and started to suck as he added another finger to her hole. "Oh please." She called out. Wolffe's fingers got faster and harder in their movements and his tongue tickled her clit inside his mouth. "Oh. Oh." A final curl of his fingers caused her to unravel under him. "Nngh, ah."
As Doryn came down from the all-encompassing waves of pleasure, she felt Wolffe's tongue licking her still. It was a mating behaviour. Her mate had prepared her. Thoroughly. Now she needed him. Oh, her perfect mate. As he continued to attentively lick at her opening, she shuffled away a little. She was running purely on instinct at this point. She wasn't a Jedi and he wasn't a clone. They were mates and he was putting her in heat so that they could have kits. She rolled over onto her front and raised her hips to present herself to him. She kept her chest against the mattress as she rocked her hips encouragingly. He growled just as she'd felt him do against her before. Wolffe certainly had more instinct than she'd given him credit for. Emboldened by his quiet growl, she continued. "I need you." The small rocking of her hips and the way she squeezed her legs together gave her a little friction which only did more to frustrate her. Though she hadn't needed to wait much longer as she heard the shuffle behind her and felt something tease against her entrance. She felt his left-hand grab at her left hip. Just as she'd imagined him doing.
"Wolffe." She whimpered as the tip of his cock passed over her again without entering. That last plea seemed to grant her her wish as he slowly sunk into her. His grip tightened and restrained her as she tried to push back into him. Onto him. She needed him in fully right at that moment, but Wolffe insisted on being slow. She didn't miss his growl at her attempt and growled back at him in contempt. In her eyes, not instantly impaling her with the entirety of his length was an injustice and when she tried to rectify this, she just got growled at for perceived insolence. At least her growl in return fixed the problem. Wolffe shunted his hips forward into her and Doryn keened at the feeling of fullness she could now indulge in.
Both of his hands were now on her hips and pulled her even harder against him. Force, she could feel him so deep inside of her. Until she couldn't. The friction was like the sensational embodiment of a whiteish-yellow sparkle, but she was slowly becoming empty. His tip was still inside her when he finished the slow pull out. She tried to get up on her hands only for her arms to collapse as he roughly thrusted back in. Her chest hit the bed again and the arch in her back now helped in letting Wolffe push in deeper. She couldn't help the moan that she let out. "Such a good girl." She heard him groan behind her. His hand stroked down her back, and he rested his palm against the small of her back. She felt him go at a less torturous pace as he pulled out and pushed back in.
As he continued to thrust into her, he couldn't help the praises that came out between groans. "So tight for me." He had to hold himself back from instantly wrecking her. She felt so good around him that not plowing into her and releasing himself was a chore. So, as he built up speed and got closer, he had to slow down. Her moans were so encouraging, and the clench of her warmth was too much. He had to slow down to make sure he didn't blow his load right there.
She whined in protest as he slowed. So Wolffe brought his hand to her ass and gave it a warning tap. To this, she chirped in surprise. Then she started to purr. "Oh? Did you enjoy that?" He teased and gave her another, firmer, tap on her furry ass. Her contented chirps and her further presenting of her ass was the only answer he needed and likely the only one he'd be getting. There was no sound of skin on skin as her fur muted it. The only sounds not made by her mouth were made from her filled hole. There was nothing to take away from how wet she was and the loud sounds it made when he gave her a few rough thrusts.
Wolffe picked up his pace again. Slowing for a bit had worked against his goal to last a little longer for her. Her pretty moans continued but they seemed louder and more frequent when he'd been a bit rougher. Maybe prolonging it wouldn't end in her cumming on his cock. Maybe. Wolffe tightly gripped her hips with both hands. He needed to keep her in place. He pulled out and quickly pushed back into her. A good punch was achieved by aiming to hit a couple of inches behind your target. Wolffe used this rationale and aimed for his hips to end in the middle of her torso. "Yes." She confirmed that he was right to use this technique, and so he continued to use it as he rutted into her. If anything, Wolffe was selfishly chasing his own high and it somehow got Ryn off. She kept pleading with no explanation of what she wanted and it only encouraged Wolffe to go faster.
He was so close. "Fill me. Please. Nngh. Need your seed." Oh shit. He didn't put a condom on. He always prided himself on being well prepared and needing to use a condom. He patted himself on the back even more when he saw his brothers have pregnancy scares. She wasn't human so he couldn't get her pregnant. He was sure. She'd once described them fucking as unfruitful mating. Wolffe let himself go. He sheathed himself fully and she clenched around him like she was finishing too. His cum started to spurt into her and she purred like the happiest little tooka. Maybe it was a Cathar thing with mating. At least, that was a bit different to his experiences with humans and Twi'leks.
He pulled out of her, and she turned over so that she could sit and look up at him. "Thank you." Her mind was still a little fuzzy, but she was sure he chuckled a little to himself. He brought himself closer and left a little kiss on her forehead. Doryn watched as he laid himself down on the bed and pulled her into him. As she settled against him, he started to stroke her back. He stroked down and back up, causing her fur to fluff up and then he'd correct it. She purred and purred in his arms as her eyes shut.
She hadn't meant to, but she spent the whole night at the barracks.
