He should have listened to his gut, telling him that her smell was different, sweeter somehow. Instead, he fell asleep with her and the child again, just like he had for the last week. She had been standing very close to him that day, being very clingy overall. Maybe he didn't want to see the signs. Her intoxicating smell, her heightened omega pheromones, the way other alphas looked at her when she came in the room, it all made sense.

Athri had woken up and began rubbing his chest, feeling the hard planes of his torso beneath the jumpsuit. Her hand brushed his sensitive member. She pulled the zipper slowly from his neck all the way down to his crotch where his cock strained against his boxer briefs. He opened his eyes, seeing the Zeltron over him. "Athri?" In his vision, still blurry from drowsiness, he only saw a pink and blue blob, but it wavered into her curvaceous form pressed against him.

It wasn't the first time he had this dream.

"Yes, alpha?" she answered, rubbing her cheek up against his belly. She moves the last scrap of fabric down, his member bouncing free. "Holy kriff, that's big." Din can feel her hot breath on his cock. Her eyes are trained on the stiff rod in front of her nose, knowing exactly where it is without needing to see. He was already at attention and ready to burst. He almost did when she licked a stripe up his cock, sucking briefly on the head.

She pulled back his foreskin with her hand and returned her mouth to the base of his cock. She took both his balls in her mouth, sucking hard, coaxing a moan out of him. He sighed, pleased. He leans up and grabs her hair, gathering it into his fist so he could see her put his cock down her throat. She went up and down a number of times, then finally on the downstroke, she was deepthroating him. He felt her uvula against him, moving with every swallow and noise she made. Then she pulled off, needing air.

Her pink hand grasped him around the middle, holding back his foreskin. She licked him again, sucking and flicking her tongue on his tip. "I'm about to...!" Without missing a beat, she backed off slightly and fisted him tight, jerking him fast, milking his orgasm onto her bare breasts. His eyes snapped open suddenly. That felt real. He actually just came on Athri. It

"Are you alright?" He asked and pinched his arm. It stung. This wasn't a dream. She was in heat. "Dank ferrick!"

She sat back and he saw she had the top half of her sleeping shirt unbuttoned. Her breasts had flopped out, the soft mammaries on full display for him. Like icing, his spunk coated her boobs with his scent. They were covered in his come, white and creamy on her rosy pink skin. Big, magenta areolas capped each heavy breast. She used both hands to rub the come into her skin, one straying to tweak her nipple.

"Alpha, need you." She was completely out of it. He needed to get them someplace private before they both fell back on their baser instincts. He grabbed the child from where he slept, shooting out of the chamber as quickly as he could and locking the door. "Wait! I need it. Please!" He put the kid in the pram and closed the doors, hoping he wouldn't smell Din's response to Athri. He had to get the child someplace safe, so she could ride out her heat safely nearby.

He flew to Sorgan in record time, racing off the ship with the child in tow. He did his best to ignore her whines while he ran in the opposite direction, though internally he couldn't stand leaving her alone. What if someone came and took her right from under him? He growled subconsciously, underscoring the fact that he had limited time to get the child someplace safe, away from him. He didn't knock on the door, just walked through the curtain. Omera, startled, had been eating dinner with Winta and ended up wearing some of it. He bowed, holding out the kid to her. "I'm sorry, but I need a favor. I can pay you handsomely. I need someone to watch him, urgently." He kept his head pointed at the floor, even after he finished bowing. "I don't know who else I could trust with him."

She shook her head but took the child from him, smiling. "Say no more. I can smell her heat on you. Be safe." Of course, the other omega to understand what an omega's heat was like. She accepted the child into her arms, who began picking food off her dress and eating it. He couldn't be left in better hands. Din raced back to the ship and took it to someplace in the wilderness. He landed securely and retreated to the sleeping chambers where a supple, beautiful omega awaited him.

Why was her alpha gone? Why would he lock her in here when she needed him? Without his presence, she used the next best thing, which was his clothing. She would build a nest with it later, but right now she could only feel the horrid pain inside her that signified emptiness. She had to have his prick inside her soon, or she'd go mad. It hurt so badly. Pulling everything down from hanging on the wall, she made it into a little pad on top of the blanket, just big enough for her and Din to curl up on, together.

Thinking of him only made her miss him more. She needed him to knot her, as soon as possible, to quell the cramps. What kind of alpha runs away from their omega when they're in heat? Athri wanted to cry. She teared up, but couldn't stop her hand from wandering. She was so wet from sucking Din off. Listening to his groans and sighs had made her even hornier. It hurts to not have anything inside her.

All she could think about was his knot. She wanted it so badly. She tried the door again, pressing the button with her foot while she fondled herself. The door beeped unhelpfully and stayed closed. She whined and stuck a finger inside herself, scooping up her slick to use on her clit. She circled it slowly, flipping herself over to get on her knees and spread them wide, her hand never losing contact. She pushes her face into the nest she made, smelling Din's deliciously fresh metal and cinnamon scent. She could feel her pulse in her pussy, a gush of slick coming out at his smell.

"Din," she moaned his name, getting close. She switched from circles to rubbing side to side, quickly with her middle finger. "Oh, my stars." She let out a low squeal when she came, slick spraying all down her thighs and onto the bottom of the shirt she wore.

"Ahem," Din cleared his throat right behind her. He climbed onto the bed and hunched over her. He didn't have his armor on, only his unzipped flight suit, which he pulled off his arms and let pool around his waist. "You called?"

"Din, I need your cock. Don't leave me again," she begged, her voice high. "Please, knot me," Athri keened, afraid he might leave again without giving her his knot. She wiggled her behind at him, hoping to stir him up. Then he slammed his clothed hips into hers. She could feel the outline of his thick member, straining against his underwear. He thrust against her, rubbing his shaft back and forth over her most sensitive area. Moments later his bare cock rubbed against her in the same way.

"I have condoms."

"No! Don't, I'm-" She shuddered when he hit her clit just right. "I'm infertile. Even the Empire's best scientists couldn't get me pregnant. It never worked, never, please."

He growls. "Fine. Ready?" He lined his head up with her entrance, spreading a surprising amount of precome around her hole.

"Please, fuck me already. I'm begging you, please, I can't wait! It hurts!" She whines at him, pleading for him to dick her down. "Please, Din."

"Alright. Just remember, you asked for this." Finally, he sunk his full length inside her. Athri keened, twitching when his balls bounced off her clitoris. It was as if a hot iron wedge was splitting her open but in a deliciously good way. Her walls were stretched so tightly around his girth that she could feel every vein on his cock pressing against her. His penis pulsed in time with his heartbeat inside of her. He was so warm, even in the depths of space, and his contact left her wanting more. "You're so wet, and tight..."

"It has... been a long time," she admitted, her face feeling as warm as the suns of Tatooine. "Please, move."

"It has been for me, as well." While he spoke, she squirmed, searching for any kind of friction, rubbing her thighs together.

"Move!" she pleaded, a few tears rolling from her hazy blue eyes. She moaned, wriggling her butt in his lap.

"Okay, fine, but... tell me if it hurts at all."

She looked at him in what she hoped was his eyes, fluttering her long blue eyelashes to blink away her fat tears. "I want it to hurt a little," she sniffled.

"You're going to be the death of me, Athri." He started slow, gliding out almost all the way, half of his tip still inside her, then slammed it back in, forcing a moan out of her pretty lips.

"Din, I'm..." She placed a hand on the bundle of nerves below her waist, rubbing it with two fingers. "I'm going to..."

"Come, cyar'ika." His fingers wrap around her hips, dragging her back in time with his thrusts. His hands are trying to be gentle but he's also trying his hardest not to lose control and fuck her ruthlessly right then and there. "Come for me."

"Oh, Din!" She lets go, splattering them both with her slick, his groin now as wet as hers. He got off on it, her coming on his prick. He must because she felt his knot start to swell. Slowly at first, then it was fully inflated in less than thirty seconds. "Yes, knot me. Yes," she sighs, drawing out the word in a moan. The swollen flesh around his base was slapping her with each thrust, doing its best to spread her around its mass. He readjusts his grip, pulling her buttocks apart to let his knot prod against her lower lips.

"Din, I'm gonna come again," she warbled, her fingers tracing her clit with renewed vigor. She braced herself against the wall with her free hand. He fucked her even harder at the sight of it, putting more strength into his thrusts. "I'm coming. I'm coming," she whispers, and slick flows from her like a waterfall. He stops thrusting, grinding hard against her entrance. Her walls fluttered while she squirted out the last of her juices, and when it loosened for just a moment, it slipped in aided by the immense amount of fluid. Her eyes rolled back into her head, moaning through her bitten lips as she was fucked silly.

She was so sensitive in every part of her that there was almost no downtime between her orgasms. His thrusts can't be as deep, but he makes up for it by putting strength into them and grinding his hips in different directions. "Din, I'm..."

"You can come, cyar'ika, " he told her, shifting his angle slightly and forcing the tip of his cock against the opening of her cervix. He presses up against it, but it's far too tight to enter, so he hits it over and over again. "Come on my dick. Come with me." She tightens around him, a third, explosive orgasm wracking her body. Her cervix loosens minutely, enough for his head to press further into the tight, fleshy opening. Every time he thrust, he hit it in the middle. He thrust faster, setting a punishing pace, making Athri feel like a rag doll, the way he picked her up and pulled her back and forth on his member. Finally, he released, hot, musky semen that flooded straight into her womb. It soon overflowed, and she could feel the warmth oozing out and coating her insides.

It felt like liters of come were being poured into her. Each time she thought he was finished, there was another pump of boiling liquid into her, followed by another and another. It felt so good to have his sperm inside her, though she knew nothing would ever come from it. He kept humping her, using what small amount of leverage he had to rock into Athri's sweet, tight slit until he was spent. Smelling deeply of his scent and in a moment of clarity after her repeated orgasms, she could tell he was deep into his rut now. She had his complete attention.

"That was amazing. You were amazing." Athri felt so full of come she didn't think she could move if she tried. Her stomach was distended slightly from the sheer volume. Having a moment of clarity, she admits to him, "I've never had sex on my heat before." His cock twitched, kissing her cervix again. It pressed hard against her cervical sphincter, exciting her as her senses were still on a hair trigger. She let out a wanton moan, not hearing the man's muttered praises over her own ecstasy. Growling, Din nudged the back of her head with his helmet. Knowing how close he was to her neck, his mouth only inches from where he would bite her if they bonded, renewed her libido. His knot pulsed in time with his heartbeat inside of her. "Please, Din. More." She trembled with apprehension, lost to the lust once again.

"If you keep talking like that..." He silenced himself at the look she gave him. She had looked in his direction, eyes half-lidded, and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting it, then let it go and ran her tongue over it seductively. He moved his hips in earnest, his thrusts faster and harder to make up for their shortness. A fourth orgasm wracked her small frame, her walls bearing down tighter than before on the alpha's member. She cried his name like a prayer, covering them both in her slick again. Her insides contracted around him, milking another load from his spent sack. He couldn't keep up with her orgasms, and fell asleep beside her, with her ass locked in his lap until his knot deflated, whenever that would be. She resigned herself to taking a nap, the large body behind her comforting her and keeping her warm.

After they woke, they didn't stop going at it for hours. Din had fucked Athri in almost every position he could think of, but his favorite was from behind. She seemed to like that too, as well as just about any position where his cock ended up inside her. She was an absolute minx. That woman would never stop if he didn't have to recuperate. She came three times for each of his orgasms, setting a pace he didn't think anyone could keep up with. Her lost sight may have a role to play in that, making her physical senses sharper. And every time he felt like biting her, he didn't because he had his helmet on, which significantly dulled the smell. If he was bare-faced when they were fornicating, they would have been bonded already.

He parked the spaceship very close to the river because of access to food and water. He was at the river now, pulling up more fish from the trap, something he'd set first thing when they arrived. After having his way with Athri first, of course.

He had enough time when he was lucid to come to get the fish from the trap, scale them, and cook them for him and Athri before she jumped his bones again. That was their routine for the last week. He was sad to see it end. Collecting his traps, he knew this would be their last meal on the planet for this visit. The fish cooked quickly, and was eaten even faster. Sex is an exercise, after all, and it made them absolutely ravenous. After eating and packing up here, they'll retrieve the child and be on their way.

Din trudged up the slope into the ship, the last bit of gear to clean up outside being the fishing nets. Stowing everything in its proper place was easy, if tedious. Finally, the last thing he needed to do was get flying. He called the babysitter without a charge up to the bridge. "Strap in," he said when she emerged. He didn't have to worry half as much about her getting around the ship anymore. Her confidence had grown as she learned more about the space and she even got by quite well without him. He turned the ship on, going through the process of starting everything, when he picked up an incoming transmission.

"My friend," says a little Greef Karga on his dash. "If you are receiving this transmission, that means you are alive. You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive, too. I guess we can call it even. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. The man who hired you is still here, and his ranks of ex-Imperial guards have grown. They have imposed despotic rule over my city, which has impeded the livelihood of the Guild. We consider him an enemy but cannot get close enough to take him out. If you would consider one last commission, I will very much make it worth your while."

"You have been successful so far in staving off their hunters, but they will not stop until they have their prize. So, here is my proposition. Return to Nevarro. Bring the child and the omega as bait. I will arrange an exchange, and provide loyal Guild members as protection. Once we get near the client, you kill him, and we both get what we want. If you succeed, you keep the omega and the child, and I will have your name cleared with the Guild, for a man of honor should not be forced to live in exile. I await your arrival with optimism."

Silent, Din looked back at the child who slept soundly in a crate attached to the wall. His eyes wandered to his companion, the gorgeous Zeltron he picked up in the middle of nowhere. She opened her mouth to speak.

"I think it sounds like a trap," she offers.

He thought for a moment but ultimately decided that he would be on Sorgan a bit longer than he expected. It was time to end this chase and take the fight to the Imperials.

The familiar tavern brought back memories. Not all of them were pleasant, like the night of the battle at the village. But there were good times, eating with Athri or watching the kids play together. Though he was the only one watching, she seemed to enjoy listening to them back then. Nonetheless, the food and drink here weren't horrid and the atmosphere was all right. It was good to be back.

Cara looks back and forth between him and Athri, picking up on the awkward tension between them. After Athri woke up, no longer in heat, his cock slid out of her and they hadn't spoken about it since. She was likely embarrassed that she slept with Din, finding him repulsive when she wasn't in heat. Her mind had cleared of her pheromones and now she realized she didn't even like him. He tried to be tough, taking it on the chin. She was younger than he was by almost ten years

"It seems like a straightforward operation. They're providing the plan and the firepower. I'm the snare," Din explained to the former rebel, his elbow resting on the table between them.

She sets down her cup after taking a sip. "With Athri and the kid?"

He holds his breath, hoping she agrees. "That's why I'm coming to you."

"I don't know, I've been advised to lay low." His gaze drifts away from her as she speaks, his mind shifting to how to protect Athri and their child on this dangerous journey. He needed Cara if he wanted to pull this off. "If anybody runs my chain code, I'll rot in a cell for the rest of my life."

"Hey, I can say the same, and I've never been safer than when I'm with D-" She stopped herself, backtracking. "Mando."

"I thought you were a veteran."

The man she was sparring with earlier dropped a couple of credits on the table before he made off silently, ashamed. "Come back soon," she said, a winning smile in place. "I've been a lot of things since. Most of them carry a life sentence. If I so much as book passage on a ship registered to the New Republic, I'm..."

"I have a ship," he interrupted. "I can bring you there and back with a handsome reward. You can live free of worry."

"I'm already free of worry, and I'm not in the mood to play soldier anymore." She shakes her head and smiles. Cara lifts her hand holding the cup, pointing a finger at him. "Especially fighting some local warlord."

"He's not a local warlord." Din leans in, lowering his voice. "He's Imperial."

She swallows, then her lips take on a slight curve. "I'm in."

The console blips rapidly as Din presses some buttons. "Does your contact need to vet me?" asks the former shock trooper, leaning against the wall by the ladder.

"Doesn't know you're coming."

"Really? That could be a problem."

Athri was only halfway listening to their conversation, anyway, too busy with her baby to care much. The finer details of alpha social dynamics aren't her specialty, after all. The four of them rest in the control room together, Athri sitting in her typical chair on Din's right with the child in her lap. She covered her face with her hands once again, then pulled them away and squealed "Peekaboo!" They both laughed and his childish giggle brought with it his gentle scent that brought her a sense of calm every time she smelled it.

"It won't. But if it is, that's his problem." Din grunts when he stands up, turns around, and heads down the ladder. Carasynthia followed him, their voices fading to almost unintelligible sounds.

The child coos at her, making her smile grow and her heart swell. "I love you, tiny one." She cuddled him ever closer, before loosening her grip and giving him space if he wanted it. She simply didn't remember closing her eyes and taking a short nap, nor did she remember him getting off her lap to go somewhere else.

The ship starts to shake wildly. Din made toward the ladder and climbed it, finding Athri stumbling against the wall and the child grabbing onto the controls. Doing his best to keep his balance, he braces against the wall, using his arm to get Athri to her chair. Once her hands grasped the back, she knew what it was and what to do. He used his other hand to push off the wall as the ship tumbled sideways and made it back to his seat. Passing the child to Athri, he tried to focus on righting the ship.

"We need someone to watch these two."

Athri blustered from her place in her seat. "Hey, I didn't do anything!"

"That's exactly the problem," Cara accused. She turned to Din, hoping he was at least taking this seriously. "You got anyone you can trust?"