Recap: The Mandalorian bought out Yska's contract. They purchased some supplies before heading to his ship, where a precognitive mechanic gave him a word of advice.
Dedication: To fellow xenophiliacs, Leda K. and FanficFreak9000(DJ) for your lovely encouragements! And for DarthPenguin, because your name cracks me up.
The Mandalorian's Reward
By Noelle Scribe
Chapter Three - The Rules
The Mandalorian's ship was utilitarian and cold. Yska shivered, snuggling further into her new coat. She couldn't recall a space more unwelcoming...and she'd grown up in an orphanage in the slums! She clutched her bag strap tighter.
"Where should I put my stuff...sir?"
The towering commando looked around. He hadn't thought this through. And that was unusual for him. He gestured her to follow him through the common area and the galley, and finally to his sleeping quarters. He swallowed. He hadn't shared his sleeping quarters since... He shook the thought away. That was a long time ago.
The dilemma became apparent immediately. If Yska were to share his quarters, he wouldn't have a private place to take his helmet off. He'd have to remedy that quickly.
"You'll share my room until I can set up your quarters." He nodded in the direction of built-in dresser drawers.
Yska crossed the room. "Here?" She double-checked nervously. The Mandalorian nodded.
She took off her coat and knelt, unpacking her few belongings into a drawer. Yska felt the Mandalorian's visor-gaze on the back of her neck. She finished quickly and stood, clutching her arms to herself and looking anywhere except at the tall warrior. The bed was the obvious focal point; it taunted her like it knew what she was there for. What she'd be used for.
Awkward silence reigned. The Mandalorian had never found silence to be awkward…until now. He didn't know how to set the human girl at ease, nor why he desired to do so. He wasn't practiced in the art of conversation. His early upbringing stressed reservedness. Coupled with the Mandalorian Code - which encouraged speech only when necessary or relevant - he was a man of few words. Most situations didn't require his comment. It wasn't his fault if it made others uncomfortable. In fact, in his line of work he used it to his advantage.
Yet...something niggled at the back of his mind. It was the same feeling he got whenever there was an enemy sneaking up at his back, or when someone was hiding something. It was the same feeling that told him to press an informant this way or bring a different tool for a particular job or follow that lead.
When he'd been a child, he remembered the elders and Mystics had a name for this feeling, this energy. Those sensitive enough to it had gone to train with the Mystics to interpret visions. He hadn't been strong with it as a youngling, but it had always been there with him - this feeling - and he had learned to trust it. It had saved his life more times than he could count. He trusted in this intuition.
And now, against the Mandalorian Way, this force was telling him that Yska needed his reassurance. That words and small gestures were necessary for her. That it would be worth it.
"This is the fresher," he motioned to the door on his right. He looked her up and down, taking a guess that she'd never been off-world before asking, "Have you used a sonar cleanser?"
Yska shook her head, eyes resting on a spot below his visor. She felt uneasy making "eye contact" with a non-face.
"On small ships, water must be reserved for drinking and cooking. It's common to find sonar 'showers' on space vessels. It cleans you and your clothes with sound waves. You don't even need to undress."
"What? How?" She asked in surprise, peeking into the small fresher unit.
The Mandalorian removed his cloak, draping it on the large bed. "The way I understand it, the sound vibrations shake off debris and bacteria on a microscopic level. Would you like to use it now?"
Yska swallowed as he removed his weapons and outer gear. He kept a single blaster at his hip.
Her heart skipped a beat. She had hoped he'd give her a bit more time to settle in before...
Yska bit her lip. Last night had felt great, but, if she were honest, she was sore. At six foot ten inches, the commando had over sixteen inches in height on her and about a hundred and fifty pounds of muscle over her - he had not been small by any means in other areas.
"I, uh, I showered last night, after..."
The Mandalorian watched the girl's cheeks color. He watched her rub her arms. He watched her glance at the bed. His scanner showed her heart rate spiked.
As tempted as he was to take her then and there, even he was emotionally sensitive enough to recognize her fear. While he deeply desired her coy submission...the next time, he wanted to see what she was like when relaxed.
He sighed, setting his weapons in a locked wall cache by the bed. "Have you had morning meal yet? I bought some food to go."
Yska shook her head, sighing with relief.
Yska followed the Mandalorian to the galley. He motioned for her to sit at the metal dining table. The commando handed the bag of take-away to a silver service droid, who began to unpack it, portion it onto plates, and store the leftovers.
Her mouth salivated when the plate was set in front of her. Yska dug in with gusto. Tondah hadn't allowed so much food in one sitting...so the girls stayed thin. Yska wasn't starved, per se, but she hadn't felt full in months. She was nearly halfway through her meal when she realized the Mandalorian hadn't sat down.
Oh, no. He probably wouldn't want her to lose her slender figure...like Tondah. Was he disappointed she hadn't waited for his permission? Would he want her to wait for him? With so many uncertainties about his expectations, Yska felt stifled with nerves. Her cheeks heated as she set her cutlery down, eyes filling with shame. "Sorry, sir," she mumbled.
"Why?" He cocked his head.
"I...I should have waited. I promise I have manners. I can portion better to stay thin." She hung her head, whispering the last part, "I was just so hungry."
"Yska!" Sternness filled the Mandalorian's voice and she flinched, eyes snapping up to his visor. "I'll not tolerate shame around food while you are under my care. You will eat nutritious food until you are satisfied, do you understand?"
She nodded automatically.
Having experienced the effects of starvation during his travels, he would not let that happen to any charge of his. Little made him angrier. "Thinness does not equal fitness. It is obvious that you are underfed. I expect you to gain some healthy weight. This will ensure that you'll have the energy to keep up with me."
A second passed before his words processed and she blushed even harder. The Mandalorian turned to the droid and commanded, "Make sure Yska has a constant supply of healthy food."
"Yes, sir," it responded mechanically.
He turned his gaze on her. Yska could feel the heat of it even through the impetus of the helmet. The Mandalorian took his plate of food and exited the room.
Yska wondered if her blush would ever fade around this man. She cursed her fair skin.
A minute passed as Yska listened to his footsteps fade. "He...he's not going to eat with me?" She asked the droid, ignoring the pang of disappointment.
"As a Mandalorian, he will not show his face to a living being until he has found something more valuable than The Code. Due to this edict, meals are a solitary event," the droid explained in a neutral voice as it sanitized the counter.
"Oh…I see. I...I don't know what I expected. I suppose most masters don't eat with their property anyway," she mumbled, feeling a twinge of disappointment. Blue eyes glanced at the doorway. "I'm Yska, by the way. What are you called?"
"I am SD-100, a class three service droid. I am programmed to maintain environmental cleanliness, prepare meals based on your species' nutritional needs, run errands, maintain stock, and aid in basic everyday tasks."
"Well, thank you, SD-100." Yska chewed thoughtfully, brows scrunching. "Hmm...that name sounds so clunky. SD... Do you mind if I call you...Sid?"
"If that is your preference, Yska. I have never gone by another moniker before."
"Well, 'Sid' it is, then! Tell me, Sid, are there any other crew members? How long have you served the Mandalorian?"
"There is a medical droid and two astromech droids. There are no other biological crew members at this time. I have been in service to my master for fifty-seven years, ten months, and two days."
Yska's mouth dropped open. The Mandalorian...he was much older than she'd thought. But, perhaps that was young for his species? The blue skin. The markings. Unless he was completely tattooed, he obviously wasn't human.
"How...how old is he?" She ventured curiously. The Mandalorian didn't seem like the talkative type, but if she could get a little information from the droid, that might help her.
"My master is two hundred eighteen standard revolutions," the droid intoned flatly as it pulled some fresh vegetables and meat from the cooler. It began to chop everything neatly and evenly, preparing a slow roast for later that evening. Her brows shot into her blonde hairline. Yska was only a scant twenty-two revolutions in comparison.
She pressed on. "What's his species? Where is he from? Do you know his name?" She asked, barely able to contain her curiosity as the words tripped over her lips.
"You do not currently have clearance for that information."
The droid took her empty plate. It was then that she noticed the Mandalorian leaning in the doorway, arms folded over his chest. Her stomach tied itself in knots. He'd heard her pestering his droid for information that he had denied her. What were the repercussions? Would he punish her? Would he hurt her? She wrung her hands in her lap as she hung her head, hiding behind vanilla bangs.
"Come, Yska," the Mandalorian commanded.
The human found herself sitting on a firm couch in the common area. It was metallic and gray, devoid of any personality. Fingers twisted in the hem of her overly long sleeves. The commando sat across from her, leaning forward on his knees, which brought him almost to her height.
Even shaking, she whispered, "I'm sorry, sir," hoping that would curtail any wrath.
The warrior sighed through his helmet speaker, looking briefly to the side. He'd spoken more in the last twenty hours than he had in the last year! And he didn't foresee that slowing any time soon. His acquisition was already proving to be more distracting and...catalyzing than he'd anticipated.
He didn't want her to fear him, per se, but he also couldn't have her causing problems. She was inquisitive. Her whole life had been turned upside down. Naturally, she was frightened and trying to make sense of the situation. He needed to handle her more gently than he was used to. Strangely...he actually wanted to put her at ease...but, he also needed to drive his point home.
"Yska, I understand that you are...curious." He began, voice crackling deep and authoritative through the vocoder. "That's natural. However, when I choose not to share information, you are to respect that. The decisions I make and the codes I follow are life-saving. Do you understand?"
Yska nodded a little too quickly, eyes wide. "Y-yes, sir. Of course. It won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't."
He stood and Yska flinched. He froze.
He was a bounty hunter and occasional mercenary - a violent business by nature - but he'd never been violent to innocents or those that meant him no harm. "Yska...do you think I'm going to hurt you now?"
Yska drew her knees to her chest and nodded, eyes flitting away once more. He noticed the fine tremor to her tiny frame. That intuition pushed at him again.
"Perhaps some rules would set you at ease," he said, squatting in front of her. At least that brought her eyes back to his visor.
"Yes," she whispered with a voice that cracked. His chest clenched as she looked up at him with big eyes from under pale tresses.
He rubbed his gloves over her knees. The comforting gesture was uncharacteristic. Maybe he was comforting himself, too. He had definitely not planned this out. He'd always had a plan. His defect had led him into unfamiliar territory. So he relied on his instincts, curious as to where this passion might lead; the elders would be disappointed, to say the least.
"Firstly, I will never be violent with you. I may be rough, but I don't hurt innocents. You may be my slave, but you are under my protection now, Yska. Your safety is my priority. This is the Way. Do you understand?"
Her shoulders relaxed from around her ears. "Yes," she murmured.
"'Yes', what?"
"Yessir," she piped up quickly.
He continued to draw circles on her thighs, watching tension leave her body. "Secondly, it is my job to guide you. I expect you to make mistakes. You're young. That's part of learning. I would not punish you for something natural. It is important to me that I see you making a sincere effort to try, or ask for help, even if you make mistakes. I am a patient teacher.
"Thirdly, slaves have rights among the Mandalorians. A right to food, water, clothing, shelter, and medical care. And because I want you to find pleasure with me, you have the right to refuse my sexual advances…although," his voice went soft, "I do hope you never feel the need to do so." He rubbed higher up her thighs. She nodded, biting her lip, and blushing pink. He found the color charming.
"And…what are your expectations of me?" She asked, voice dropping shyly. She wasn't clutching to her knees any longer. They were relaxed and open, framing his large body between them.
The Mandalorian considered for some moments before responding. What else did he want her for? Why had he bought her? She was beautiful and the sex was great. Amazing, actually. He wanted - needed - more of it. It seemed to both calm yet inflame the defection. However, other than giving in to that mysterious intuition, he didn't know how to answer that question. Maybe it was because he'd been alone for a long time. And maybe, deep down, he didn't want to be alone anymore. Maybe he wanted someone to care for. Maybe he just hadn't wanted to see such beautiful potential sucked dry by the cruelty of others. He didn't know.
A wicked grin suddenly curled his lips, releasing unnecessary emotions. Releasing the passion. He wanted to make her blush from her cheeks to her ears. His voice dropped low and husky.
"You are to follow all my orders. You are to service me when and how I tell you to. And if you're a good girl, then I will let you enjoy it. Good, obedient girls get rewarded," he smirked, feeling her hips shift.
Yska's rosy blush not only spread to her delicate round ears, but her chest as well. She shuddered. Nervous arousal filled her, confusing her senses. Given the situation, nothing he'd said seemed unreasonable.
"Naughty girls are disciplined. If you are willfully defiant, disrespectful, or seek to harm yourself in some way - these are grounds for punishment. If you are disloyal and seek to bring me or my property harm, then I will find you a new master. One who may not take your wellbeing as seriously as I do. Am I clear?"
"As a refined Kyber crystal, sir," Yska nodded, eyes determined. "Those seem like fair terms. I will not give you a reason to punish me."
/The Mandalorian felt a twinge of disappointment - he almost wanted her to defy him, to earn a naughty "punishment" - but he also felt warmth spread in his chest. Defiant subs excited him, but obedient subs earned his respect. He could think of equally fun and naughty incentives for both positive and bratty behavior.
"As for discipline," The Mandalorian leaned forward, gazing up into her hesitant face, "nothing I do to you will leave lasting physical or mental harm. If you've accepted your punishment like a good girl, I will give you pleasure and comfort." He stood and towered over her on the couch, lifting her chin to his gaze and slowly trailing his touch down her neck as he spoke. "If you've been especially defiant, I'll take you over my knee and redden your sweet, little ass. I'll make your jaw sore. I'll use your throat on my cock like a fuck-sleeve. I'll work you into a frenzy for hours and deny you release."
Silence passed as he leveled Yska with his visor, watching her pale blue eyes widen. Even though the thought of bending Yska over his lap to administer a good spank got him fucking hard, he could tell the thought of sensual pain confused her. He'd always liked a little pain. So had most of his partners. Perhaps it was his primal warrior side. But a part of him knew it was due to his...defection.
They'd cross that bridge if they came to it.
He smirked, framing her neck in his large grasp. He wasn't squeezing, merely touching, feeling her swallow nervously. She was so tiny. He could snap her like a twig. It made him feel even more protective. "My scanners show your heart rate has increased. And you're nearly covered in that pretty pink blush. Would you perhaps like a hard spank now and again, my little human?"
He smiled as her eyes went even wider like he knew they would. She swallowed. "N-no, I...I want to avoid that."
The Mandalorian hummed to avoid an outright chuckle. He'd have plenty of time to teach her about unconventional pleasures, but for now, her innocence was alluring.
He returned to kneeling in front of her. Even on his knees, he still nearly came up to her sitting height. He continued, "In the meantime, I expect you to pursue an interest when your tiny quim isn't occupied with my cock. I encourage you to build a skill. You have free use of the ship, except for the cockpit or my quarters when the door is closed. It's a decent ship and I expect you to find something useful to do around here...as long as it doesn't jeopardize or interfere with my work."
"Yes, sir," Yska said.
The Mandalorian stood. Yska's stomach dropped out from under her as the Mandalorian moved to sit beside her on the couch. He traced patterns across her thigh, slowly moving higher and closer towards the apex of her legs. Yska's breath sped up, unresistant as the commando slowly pulled her legs apart, draping her thigh across his lap.
He had planned to wait, to let her get more settled in, but...his cock was too hard to ignore.
She gasped as he cupped her through thin leggings. Yska bit her lip as the Mandalorian gripped her pussy possessively. He'd been gentle the last time and had just promised he wouldn't intentionally hurt her. He wanted her to enjoy it, too.
The Mandalorian leaned over her, gently pushing her down into the cushions, supporting his weight on the armrest. She wasn't sure what to do with her arms, so she kept them close to her chest as she shivered in the cold room. Hadn't she wished just last night that he'd whisk her away from her life? She tried to swallow down her insecurities.
He spoke again, his deep, aching voice making her throb as much as his hand. "I expect you to be obedient, respectful, and honest in all things. I expect you to speak freely when we are alone. I want you to tell me when you want or need something, so I may satisfy your desires. I want you to tell me when something hurts, so I can make it feel good." His lips tingled as a thought struck him. "And if you serve me well, Yska, and you find pleasure with me…you may earn your freedom."
Hope blossomed in her chest as her heart leaped. She floundered for words of gratitude, but he didn't seem to need them.
The Mandalorian ran his hand under Yska's ass. He gripped the back of her pants, pulling them over her plush bottom. He pulled until her leggings pooled around her bent knees, exposing her lower half. With her boots still on and the pants trapping her legs together, Yska could do little but hug her knees to her chest as the commando rubbed her through her panties. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut.
The Mandalorian leaned even closer, his helmet level with her delicate ear. An ear he wanted so badly to worry between his teeth. He settled for whispering in it instead, pouring out all his repressed desires. "I want to find all the ways to open you up for me." His cock strained in his pants as he felt her tender folds through her intimates. He practically purred in his chest when he felt a little misty dew spread along the material of her underthings. His breath stuttered. "I want to find all the ways to make you wet for me, little human."
Yska moaned quietly, knuckles pressed to her lips as the Mandalorian rubbed her throbbing heat. She mewled when he shifted his support from the armrest to underneath her head, his hand gripping the base of her ponytail. He was closer now, only inches from her body, and...it nearly distracted her from the fact that he'd pulled her panties to the side to slip a finger in. Yska's mouth dropped open in the shape of a little "o".
A high, uncontrolled keening streamed from the back of her throat. A few slow thrusts from his gloved finger had Yska reeling, unaware that he'd let his aching cock out until she felt its tip dribbling precum against her entrance.
He spread her little slit open, firmly pushing his swollen thickness inside as she gasped. He shuddered with every inch, allowing her time to adjust. She was slick enough for his girth, even if her noises were a little hesitant. He kept his thrusts agonizingly slow.
"You're doing so well, Yska." He rested the forehead of his helmet against her's. "See? You're so wet for me that your precious little slit is just sucking me in," he groaned through a smile. He hadn't smiled so wide in a long time. He hadn't said so many words in a day. Why did sex with her make him chatty?
Yska mewled, her eyes screwed tight, a light sweat forming on her brow.
"What a good girl you are," he purred, "taking all these changes in stride. Taking all of me without complaint. I know it's hard ," he emphasized the word with a firm thrust, just to hear her squeak. "Good girls get rewarded. Good girls let me spoil them. You wanna be my good girl, don't you?"
Yska nodded, looking thoroughly fucked-out. "Yes, sir," she slurred between thrusts, dazed with pleasure.
The Mandalorian felt passion bubbling close to the surface, leaking out through his words. Yet, strangely, he couldn't bring himself to feel ashamed. It felt...right. What was it about this girl?
"How do you feel, Yska?" He whispered earnestly between panting breaths.
"F-full," she stuttered, biting her bottom lip red. "Good," she breathed softly, surprised to find that statement true. Even though she was less than comfortable. She was folded in half, legs hanging awkwardly to the side, and his cold beskar kept digging into her knees with each thrust. The couch was a little stiff and there wasn't much room to maneuver. In fact, the large warrior only had one leg bent on the sofa while the other propped him up from the floor. But...even feeling a bit rushed and squished...it was perfect.
He was as sensual and gentle as he'd been the night before. Yska felt his urgency, ache, and desire permeate the very air. He had saved her from untold atrocities and was offering her a new life. She felt wanted and cared for - even if it was just a little bit - for the first time in her life. It was perfect.
His thrusts quickened slightly. His hand on her hip trailed its way to her sensitive mound, thumbing her clit rhythmically with his thrusts. He smiled to himself as he felt Yska's hips squirm for more contact, her insides grip him tighter, her mewls turn to moans.
He wanted so badly to gather her hair in his hand and press long kisses to her forehead, to tilt her chin up to align with his lips...to make them one. His lips tingled . His passion tingled .
He was cumming before he knew what was happening. "Fuuuck," he growled as it ripped through his entire body, bruising her hips in his hands as he poured...and poured...and poured
His breath came in ragged gulps. He hadn't cum that hard in a very long time. The blood whooshed back to his ears, carrying the harsh sound of their breathing with it. He shook his head from the daze as he regained his senses.
Yska looked up at him worriedly. "Are...are you alright, sir?"
The Mandalorian couldn't help the elated chuckle that filled his words, drunk on pleasure, "I am beyond well, little human." Slowly, he caressed her face...still fighting with that forbidden urge to kiss her. To feel the tingle of her lips. "Let's get you off now." He rose up and brought his naked thumb to her lips. "Lick."
Yska's eyes darted to it, trying to etch into memory the shade of his blue skin, and those monochromatic lines with bursts of yellow. And...those curious symbols on his fingernails. At first glance, she thought they might be bruises, but, as she sucked his thumb into her mouth, she realized they were tattoos. Simple, just a few lines and dots but, decidedly intentional.
She would have given a better performance with her tongue if he hadn't been impatient. He eagerly brought the saliva-slick digit down to her clit, working her fast and hard. The human gasped and moaned and squirmed as he pushed his still-hard cock inside her. More of a caress than an actual thrust. Yska's young body wound tight as a bowstring. Poised to snap. The Mandalorian knew his little human was in the throws of pleasure when he felt her channel squeeze around him and her voice hitch. He moaned as her body milked out his last drops with her orgasm.
Panting and shaking and on the verge of overwhelmed tears, any relaxing aftermath Yska would have enjoyed was interrupted when she noticed Sid, the droid, standing a few paces away. "Oh, kriff!" She grabbed onto the Mandalorian's chest plate as his hand reflexively went for his holster.
The warrior relaxed when he saw it was just the SD unit, but his voice was annoyed. "What is it?"
"I've come to alert you that your deliveries have arrived in the cargo bay. After I unload, would you like me to initiate the pre-flight checklist?"
"Yes, dismissed." He fought not to roll his eyes. Even though they couldn't be seen, he still wouldn't indulge in a juvenile habit. "And SD...barring an emergency...next time...wait outside the room until we are finished."
"Understood, sir. I will endeavor to avoiding interrupting coitus in the future." The silver robot turned around and clanked out of the room.
Yska blushed. She had to have been making some loud sounds to have covered the android's metallic gait. Either that, or she'd been really into it. Both were likely true.
The Mandalorian sat up fully and began to reluctantly pull out of his human's tight slit. He was still hard. He was mesmerized as he watched his cock emerge from her, amazed she'd been able to fit him inside her tiny body.
Watching himself spill out of her in a thick white stream had him aching. If he'd had time, he would have taken her again, pushing his seed back into her pinkness with the blunt head of his blue cock. He could watch that contrast for ages.
"Don't look," she mewled with embarrassment, her cheeks flushed and hair mussed. "Please...?"
"Why not?" He cocked his head, charmed by her coyness.
"Because it's...messy," Yska scrunched her nose up cutely, trying to cover herself.
He leaned back in, his naked hand enveloping her throat, helmet inches from her face. She gasped, eyes wide, throat swallowing reflexively. He wasn't squeezing, but it wasn't exactly gentle. He smirked and he made sure she could hear it in his voice. "You think I don't like seeing what I put there? If I want to fuck you full of my cum...just to watch you drip all day long... I will ."
Yska shivered and blushed, confused with fear and arousal.
He wanted to punctuate his point by pulling her quivering lip into his mouth. But, he settled for moving his hand from her neck and thumbing across that glistening lip instead. He sighed, pressing his helmet to her forehead, hoping the gesture eased her nerves. "Now be my good girl and go clean up," he patted the side of her ass.
Yska shimmied awkwardly into her underwear and leggings before walking carefully out of the room to the fresher.
The Mandalorian felt his cheeks warm, a second smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watched her flared hips sway. Knowing she was holding him inside her. The elders would chide him for his weakness - his passion .
The SD unit returned to the room with a cleansing wipe, which the commando accepted silently. He eyed the damp spot on the couch as he cleaned and tucked himself back into his breeches. The SD unit was already working on removing the evidence.
The Mandalorian took a look around his ship, deciding he'd be giving his droid reason to clean far more often.
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Revised 8/7/2023 - 5127 words
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