Chapter 25: Discipline

Two weeks in the ice and Doryn had gotten used to the clone cuddle piles that her and the snow squad had often been in. Her first night back she'd been so tired that she instantly crashed in her bed in the Temple. Though, the second night she couldn't get to sleep, no matter how much she gave into her wants to arrange her blankets for her to curl up. Eventually she headed over to the barracks. She snuck in as she usually did but instead of heading to Wolffe's quarters she went to one of the 104th's bunk rooms. The bunk room that Spitter, Scope, Sprint and Mortar were on the floor of in a cuddle pile.

The cuddle pile, which resulted in bunks stripped of their mattresses and blankets, was where Wolffe found her. He'd only just gotten back from the aid mission which had piggybacked on the return from Felucia and pick up of Commander Tano. She was on the outside of the pile, likely a latecomer. Though, with Mortar's hand on her arse and her head on Sprint's stomach, it wasn't great for Wolffe. He told himself that there was no way he was jealous. Ryn only wanted him. Had only ever given herself to him. She was his, as he was hers. He was sure that she couldn't be that comfy. There was no way the floor was comfier than his bed and chest. So, he gently plucked her up from the pile and she instantly nudged into the plastoid without even waking.

Though, she seemed to wake a little when she was deposited on his bed without his warmth against her. "Come boy." He heard through the jumbled mess of her half-asleep murmurs as he removed his armour. Wolffe only saw this as a challenge. As if he weren't already ready to shoot his brothers... again. Though, he knew she wouldn't dare say that if she were really awake. Well, he at least thought that until he turned to see her wide awake on his cot. Her eyes half lidded and enticing him in. He couldn't help the low growl as he held her by the throat. Without any real pressure, of course. "You want to repeat that?"

She kept her mouth shut tight and shook her head a little. After Wolffe's promise before they separated last, she knew she was already in some trouble. She didn't need to dig herself a deeper grave. He leaned closer and slotted his nose against hers. "Good girl." He murmured against her lips before taking them with his own. His hand went from her throat to the base of her skull while the other propped him up. Doryn started working on removing her sleep shorts and the panties underneath.

As she wriggled to get her clothes off, Wolffe caught onto what she was doing. He was supporting her a little with his hand behind her neck, which suddenly retracted its support. Her back flopped a little back down to the mattress, breaking the kiss for them. His hand came down to hers and paused them in their actions. "Do you want to do that part?" She questioned; the hunger obvious in her voice as if her entire being hadn't been screaming it. He was sure every part of his expression and gaze shouted back how badly he needed to sink his teeth and cock into her. Though, she seemed to be getting more and more demanding and her manners outside of the bedroom got worse and worse. "Just fuck me already." She whined. She'd been doing that a lot, as well as seeking out his attention and rubbing her scent onto his gear. She seemed desperate for his cock all the time and Wolffe wasn't complaining. Though, he did want to fix her behaviour a little.

Doryn felt her love, her mate, move to sit on the bed. She'd let go of the fabric covering her entrance when Wolffe's hand met hers. Anything to convince him to give into her instincts and needs. She'd been sort of alright for two weeks but was again in another 2-week oestrous phase. She just needed him to mate with her. She needed his cum. Before she could work out Wolffe's plan, he yanked her wrists. She let herself be pliant to his whims and fell like a rag doll across his lap. That was when she knew that she was going to get to have him spank her again. He'd done it a couple of times when ploughing her from behind. By the Force did she like when he did that. Maybe it was how it mimicked his hips slamming into her ass that hard. All she knew was that it made her feel that much closer to her own finish.

Wolffe, with Ryn across his lap, hooked his thumb under the waistbands of her panties and shorts before pulling them down. When he let go of them, halfway down her thighs, he noticed how she began to assume the position. She'd been a virgin but knew exactly what she wanted. He figured it was a Cathar thing. Her hips now raised and her hole exposed, he stroked over her rear.

She started to quietly purr in anticipation of what was to come. "Was I bad?" She pretended to not know what she'd done to deserve a spanking. What she'd done to get rewarded like that.

"You were rude to General Skywalker."

"Padawans are all Commanders."

Whack!

"Want to try that again?"

"Padawan Skywalker-"

Whack!

Wolffe was getting to prefer the noise of him spanking her fur over spanking skin. There was a high 'whhh-ickk' normally upon contact, but with Ryn it was more a 'whhuuck' which was a much nicer sound. Plus, he didn't have to hold back as much as he normally did, though he still wouldn't let completely loose against her this early in.

"You embarrassed Gen- Master Plo in there." It kinda made sense that of all the Jedi he'd met, he'd fallen for the one that distanced herself from the military most. It was kind of refreshing to see her version of the galaxy where war wasn't the only bit of history to've ever happened. He liked the idea of maybe one day having a life where something other than the army was his top priority. Maybe Ryn could be that priority, or an ad'ika of his own. Though, he did need to get used to referring to Jedi with their Jedi titles rather than their military ones.

"I didn't mean to."

He stroked her rump. "I know, but you need to be polite."

"I am polite!"

Whack!

She let out a little breath, distorted by the pleased shudder that ran through her. His hand stayed connected to her rear and slid down. His hand got closer and closer until a thick finger slipped into her slick hole. She pressed back into it and let out a sigh as another finger was quickly added. She felt as her walls hugged against the part of him, she was granted and welcomed him every time he thrusted them back in. His fingers pumped in and out of her a few times until she let out a little moan. "You liked that, didn't you?"

His fingers pulled out and his hand came down against her ass again. "You dirty thing. So desperate, aren't you?" He taunted her, not only enjoying his own words but the way she curled her back and exposed her hole even further. He quickly rammed his fingers back in and stroked against the spongey back wall of her hole. He waited for her to push back onto his fingers before pulling away again and giving her another spank.

"Please." She moaned out. His response was a questioning hum as his fingers went to teasing her lips without entering her. "Fuck me. Please." She was getting desperate and even such a small level of it was enough to convince him.

Wolffe slipped a hand to the front of her chest and pushed her back so that she sat on her knees next to him. He stood, knowing she'd arrange herself for him and just worked off his blacks which had gotten particularly tight in one area. He deposited in a single area as he saw Ryn's limited clothes fly past. Finally both fully bare, he stepped up to the bed where she was ready to be fucked 'Cathar-style'. It was a little different from doggy and it seemed wrong to call it that when she was a feline. It was probably okay, there was 'Twi'lek kissing' and anything over a threesome would get called a 'Zeltron party'.

Her pussy high in the air and her breasts flush to the thin mattress, she felt Wolffe take his place behind her. Not only could she feel him in the Force, when she concentrated, but she mostly felt the heat that radiated from his skin to hers. Even through the air and her fur. She could feel him and the thickness normally contained back the bottoms of his blacks. The thickness that was just about to touch her. The one he hovered near her until she leaned back a little and felt the tip of against her lips. "Wolffe." She whined in complaint. She had a very simple need that he felt as much of a need to fulfil in that moment; yet he teased and teased until she cried out in frustration. "Breed me. Fill me. Now." She kept demanding as he slowly stroked his tip through her lips. "Please ruin me, Wolffe. I need you."

Wolffe could do it when she said to mate with her or to breed her. It was hard but he could hold himself back. The problem was her begging him so needily to ruin her tight little hole. That she needed him. Just him. He used himself to push her warm lips apart and into the hole built just to take him. As her perfect lips welcomed in the base of his cock, he let out a low groan. He'd been apart from her for so long that just feeling the pressure of her walls was enough to get Wolffe close. It was definitely a Cathar thing, the way her walls hugged his cock and fluttered in a milking motion. Even moments after sheathing himself into her, her biology worked to get every drop of cum that wasn't coming yet. He pressed his pelvis against her plush ass to keep her still as he grounded himself. He couldn't cum yet. He needed to fuck her silly and then fill her. He was finally ready to meet both her needs and his own.

Wolffe took his time but finally started to move inside of her. She could feel the emptiness growing slowly until it was quickly filled again. As usual, the side of her face and her chest were pushed against the mattress with the snapping thrusts. For now, her only noise was little pleased puffs of air. That was until the exit got as fast as the entrance and she couldn't hold back her whimpering moans.

She sounded so pathetic beneath him. Wolffe relished in how his cock could reduce such a strong woman to this. "Taking me so good. Fuckk. Gonna ruin that lil' hole." His words made her mewl loudly and the little milking movements increased a bit. It only worked to egg him on. Keeping a hand gripping her hip, his other came back and gave her ass a strong wallop. "Filthy girl. Just need to be used, hmm slut?" Each thrust got more and more of his frustrations out. He got rougher and rougher and she got louder and louder in her moans until he had to press her face into his cot to muffle her a little.

He fucked her as hard as he'd've fucked a nameless slut from 79's but actually cared to help her get to her own finish too. When he heard little whimpers from her, he let her head up. "Please, please please. Please." She just kept repeating it. It was all her blissed-out brain could think of. Wolffe knew that by now. It meant everything. To not stop. To give her his cum. To make her even more his. To let her cum. He couldn't do anything but oblige her. Maybe he'd managed to fuck manners back into her.

Normally, she'd be on her third orgasm before Wolffe came, but he couldn't help but lose himself when she came around him. Her walls worked him like a machine and the few thrusts he had left in him made loud squelches. Between her pussy around him and the noises that fell from her mouth, not even Wolffe could stop himself from cumming hard. He growled deeply which just made his little Cathar purr and he emptied his load as deep inside of her as he could get.

As hot as it was that her body needed to work every drop of his cum out of him, he was still getting used to it. After his finish he got so sensitive and the aggressive sucking feeling was almost too much. He pulled out early, causing her to whine in discontentment and for the last drops of his cum to be left around her now filled pussy.

"Wolffe." She called out for her mate. It was quiet; she knew he was close. She felt his thumb gently caress her side and his lips come to her hip. He peppered kisses on her fur as she stayed in position. It kept his cum inside her through gravity and it kept her open to be bred again. Even if he couldn't actually get her pregnant. She said his name again, now feeling like a princess in her heat. He hummed against her. "Mm here, mesh'la." He pulled away and she felt a finger stroke near her entrance. "Messy girl. Covered in my cum." She hadn't realised that it wasn't all inside of her, and suddenly it became a problem. A problem that made her angry and sad and ready to get more cum to replace the lost dribbles. "Give it back." She demanded of him, not actually understanding how he'd do it until his finger sunk into her.

Feeling the surprised squeeze around his finger and hearing the little 'oh' that accompanied it, Wolffe realised what he was doing. He was doing his usual moves but backwards. "I better work it back in there properly." He said as the finger came out and returned with a companion.

She purred his name as his fingers worked her spent hole further.

"That's it. So good." He praised her and began to slowly scissor his fingers to test the limits she could stretch to. "Nnnnngh." The high pitched sound fell from her open mouth as the held onto the sheet. His free hand stroked between her shoulder blades as he changes his fingers to work against the spongy spot he'd been working before. "You can give me another one." He murmured as he worked the spot a little harder and more lewd noises fell from her lips. They weren't moans or any controlled noise. It was pure expressions of the bliss that held her brain captive. The hand on her back stroked further and further down until he used it to work her clit. "Ahhnngha." Further confused noises came from her as he worked her closer and closer to her finish. Wolffe knew the exact words to send her crashing over the edge and he didn't hesitate to use his ammunition. "My perfect little mate." He mimicked the rougher thrusts leading up to his finish with his fingers and then left then deep in her for her pussy to milk as best as it could. She actually screamed a tiny bit with how far over the edge she was thrown.

When the mess of pleasure let her think clearly again, she felt material wipe around her hole before it disappeared and Wolffe guided her to lay down. She was so tired and the way Wolffe curled around her didn't help. Then he mumbled something as she nodded off. It sounded like he said '[something] dar some, cyar'ika.' She didn't stay awake to ask, not that Wolffe would've been awake for her to ask.

She was where she belonged. In his arms.