Chapter 1: First meeting.
Then, through the quiet hum of the café, his attention was caught by the sight of a Chiss female walking toward him. His breath hitched slightly as he recognized Ar’alani, her striking form cutting through the crowd like a beacon. As she approached, he couldn’t help but let his gaze trail over her, savoring the sight of her in a way that only a lover could.
Her blue skin was smooth and flawless, her face perfectly proportioned with delicate features—a small, thin nose, high cheekbones, and a feminine jawline that only added to her allure. But it was her red eyes, piercing and intense, that always had the ability to send a shiver through him. Like all Chiss, they seemed to look deep into a person’s very soul, but for Caliburn, there was something even more captivating about Ar’alani’s gaze. It was the look of someone who knew him intimately, in every possible way.
As his eyes continued to roam, they fell naturally to her plump lips, and the thought of how they felt against his own sent a heat through his body. Her thin, arched eyebrows gave her a regal look, one that perfectly matched the stiff uniform of the Chiss Ascendancy she wore. But despite the rigid fabric of her attire, there was no hiding her voluptuous figure. The uniform clung to her curves, outlining her large bust, toned rear, and thick thighs in a way that made his blood run hot. Even in formal wear, Ar’alani exuded sensuality, her body both athletic and feminine, with her blue-black hair cascading down her back, adding a softness that only heightened her appeal.
Ar’alani, ever aware of his gaze, gave him a knowing, sultry smile, her hips cocked to one side as she came closer. She placed a hand on her hip, drawing his attention to the curve of her waist, while her other hand, which held a datapad, hung loosely at her side. When she caught the way his eyes lingered on her bust, the corners of her lips curved into an even more wicked smile.
"You like the view, don’t you?" she asked in a low, teasing voice, her eyes locked onto his.
Caliburn, caught off guard, blushed deeply, his mind scrambling for a reply. "I—uh—I didn’t mean to—" he stammered, his voice betraying his embarrassment.
She chuckled, a soft, throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "No need to apologize, Caliburn," she said as she stepped closer, standing so near that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. "I was doing the exact same thing."
Before he could respond, she slowly began to undo the top buttons of her uniform jacket, her eyes never leaving his. The motion was deliberate, teasing, and Caliburn’s breath caught in his throat as she revealed more of herself to him. The fabric parted, exposing the soft, smooth skin of her chest and the generous curve of her bust, just enough to leave him wanting more.
His eyes widened, completely captivated by the sight before him, as she leaned in closer, the heat of her body brushing against his. "I thought you’d appreciate a better look," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, her lips dangerously close to his ear.
Caliburn swallowed hard, his pulse racing as he tried to keep his composure, but the intensity of the moment overwhelmed him. His eyes were glued to her chest, and she knew it. The way she moved, the way she leaned just a little closer, giving him the perfect angle—it was all intentional, and it was driving him wild.
"You’re not exactly subtle," she teased, her voice dripping with seduction, as she reached out and ran her fingers lightly along his arm. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he clenched his jaw, struggling to keep control of himself.
"Ar’alani," he murmured, his voice low and strained. He wanted to touch her, to pull her close, but they were in public, and he was trying—trying—to maintain some sense of decorum.
But Ar’alani, ever the temptress, didn’t seem to care about that. She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing the edge of his jawline as she whispered, "I like watching you squirm, Mand’alor."
He let out a shaky breath, his hands twitching as he fought the urge to pull her into his lap right then and there. "You’re making this... really difficult," he admitted, his voice thick with desire as his eyes flicked between her lips and her exposed skin.
"Good," she purred, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing over his scar, the one he had earned in battle long ago. Her touch was both tender and tantalizing, sending waves of heat through his body. "I like it when you’re distracted."
Caliburn chuckled darkly, his resolve slipping as he let his hand rest on her hip, pulling her a little closer. "I’m going to make you pay for this later," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Ar’alani smiled wickedly, leaning into his touch, her chest pressing lightly against his arm. "I’m counting on it," she replied, her voice a sultry promise.
And in that moment, the world outside the café faded away, leaving only the tension between them—a fire that neither of them had any intention of putting out. With a coy smile, Ar’alani pulled back from Caliburn’s grasp, letting her hand linger on his cheek for just a moment before pulling away.
"Well, Mand’alor," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "Shall we continue this in private?"
With a nod, Caliburn stood from the booth, his body thrumming with anticipation as they made their way out of the café.
The cool night air of Sundari did little to temper the heat between them. As they walked, Ar'alani's hand found its way to the small of Caliburn's back, her touch sending electric shocks through his body. He could feel the curve of her hip beneath his palm, and he couldn't help but wonder what she would feel like without the layers of clothing between them.
The dimly lit chamber in the keep of the Mand'alor echoed their footsteps as they entered, the glowing braziers casting long, dancing shadows across the mosaic-covered walls.
Caliburn slammed the door shut behind them, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot, signaling the end of their restraint. Ar'alani didn't wait for him to make the first move; she spun around, her red eyes burning with desire as she lunged at him, her lips crashing into his with a hunger that took his breath away.
Their tongues clashed, fighting for dominance as their hands roamed each other's bodies, tearing at clothing in their haste to feel bare skin. As Ar’alani gets off Caliburn’s tunic she runs her hands over his abs rubbing her thick muscular thighs together but Caliburn doesn’t hold back with him grabbing her uniform jacket and blouse underneath and rips them off leaving her upper body bare minus her black sport bra which barely contained her all natural F-Cup breasts. He groans deeply as he runs his hands over her large breasts his eyes widen as he feels her erect nipples poking through the thick fabric. Ar'alani's eyes flutter shut and she lets out a moan of pleasure as Caliburn's strong hands knead her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples which he noticed are purple like her lips, sending jolts of ecstasy through her body. He leans down and captures one of her nipples in his mouth, biting down gently, causing her to gasp and grip his hair tightly.
He sucks, licks, and teases her nipple, alternating between gentle and rough, driving her wild with desire. Ar'alani grinds her hips against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against her through his pants, and she can't help but moan his name.
"Fuck, Caliburn," she pants, her voice ragged with need. "I want to feel you inside me."
He growls in response, his hands moving to her ass, lifting her up and carrying her over to the nearby table. He sets her down roughly, sending papers scattering to the floor.
His hands are on her skirt.
With a swift, impatient tug, he yanks it up to her waist, revealing her black lace panties and soaking wet purple pussy. He growls again, a primal sound that sends a shiver down her spine, as he presses his body between her legs, forcing them apart. She can feel the heat of him, the hardness of his cock straining against his pants, and it fuels her own desire, making her wetter.
"Fuck, Caliburn," she moans, her hands reaching for his belt, desperate to free him. His hands go back to her bra.
He unhooks it with a flick of his wrist, her tits now free, bouncing slightly with the sudden release. He grabs them, squeezing them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as her head falls back on a moan. His mouth is on her neck, kissing, nipping, licking, as his hands continue to work her tits, pinching and tugging at her nipples.
Ar'alani is breathing heavily, her hands now gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She can feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing against her thigh, and she wants it.
She wants it inside her, filling her, stretching her. She reaches down, her hand wrapping around his length through his pants, feeling the heat of him even through the fabric. He groans, his hips bucking slightly at her touch, and she smiles, a wicked, hungry smile.
"Fuck, Ar'alani," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "You're playing with fire."
"Good," she replies, her voice breathy. "I like to play with fire."
She undoes his belt, her fingers fumbling in her haste, and finally, she gets it open.
She unzips his pants, her hand diving in to grab his cock, her fingers wrapping around his thick, hard length. He hisses at her touch, his hips jerking forward, and she smiles, a wicked, hungry smile.
"Fuck, Ar'alani," he growls, his voice low and rough. "You're gonna make me come before I even get inside you."
She laughs, a sultry, teasing sound, as she strokes him, her hand moving up and down his shaft, feeling the veins, the ridges, the heat of him. She feels up the full 13 inches and over 2 and half thick.
She's never felt so much cock in her life. She wants him inside her so fucking bad. Ar'alani lets out a whimper of need before she pushes him back and slides off the table. She gets on her knees pushing his pants down to his ankles, his cock springing free, hard and ready. She looks up at him, her red eyes filled with lust, before she takes the head of his cock into her mouth. She moans at the taste of him, salty and sweet, as she takes him deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate his size.
Caliburn's hands tangle in her hair, guiding her, pulling her closer as she takes more of him, inch by inch, until he hits the back of her throat. She gags slightly, her eyes watering, but she doesn't stop. She loves the feel of him, the power she has over him, even on her knees.
"Fuck, Ar'alani," he growls, his hips moving in time with her mouth, fucking her face. "You feel so fucking good."
She can feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with need, and she knows he's close.
She wants to make him fuck her face until he comes, but she's greedy. She wants him inside her, impaling her on that huge, thick cock of his. Besides, sucking him off is just foreplay—the real fun comes when he's buried deep inside her, filling her, stretching her.
She pulls away, her mouth slick and wet from him, her tongue running over her lips to taste him before she stands up. Caliburn watches hungrily as she straddles him, her large, smooth breasts bouncing as she impales herself on his cock.
Her tight, wet pussy swallows him whole, her inner walls clenching in a vice-like grip so tight he feels his sanity slipping. As Ar'alani slides down onto him, taking his entire length with one swift movement, Caliburn grunts and grips her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he begins to thrust up into her. With each stroke, her breasts bounce furiously, and her cries of pleasure grow louder. Her red eyes flutter shut, and she threads her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as she rocks her hips.
"Fuck, you're so big," she moans, her voice ragged. "I can feel you everywhere."
Caliburn growls, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her tighter against him. "Take it, Ar'alani," he grunts, his hips moving faster, pounding into her, his cock stretching her tight pussy. "Take every fucking inch."
She does, her body adjusting to his size, her pussy dripping with need as she meets his thrusts, her hips moving in time with his.
The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, a symphony of lust and desire that only serves to heighten their pleasure.
Caliburn's hands roam her body, squeezing her ass, running up her back, tangling in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He leans down, his teeth sinking into her flesh, marking her, claiming her as his. Ar'alani moans, her pussy clenching around him, the mix of pleasure and pain sending her spiraling closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Caliburn," she pants, her voice ragged. “I’m.. I’m going.. going to CUM!” she screams, her voice echoing off the walls of the chamber as her body convulses, her inner walls clamping down on Caliburn's cock like a vice. He growls, his hips slamming into hers, his cock throbbing as he fills her with his hot seed, each pulse sending a jolt of pleasure through them both.
As their orgasms subside, they remain locked together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Caliburn's hands cup Ar'alani's face, his thumbs brushing away the tears of pleasure that streak her cheeks.
His eyes, one green and one gray, bore into hers, filled with a fierce intensity. "You're beautiful, Ar'alani," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "And you're mine."
She smiles, her heart swelling with affection, and leans into his touch. "Yes, Caliburn," she purrs. "I'm yours."
He growls, a primal sound that sends a shiver down her spine, and captures her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue plunges in, tangling with hers, as his hands roam her body, exploring every curve, every valley.
He breaks away, his lips trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, to her breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she arches into him, her pussy still throbbing from her orgasm.
"Fuck, Caliburn," she moans, her hands gripping his hair, holding him to her. "That feels so good." Ar'alani gasped, her voice barely above a whisper as Caliburn's expert tongue lapped at her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. His hands, those strong, calloused hands, were exploring her body, squeezing her ass, running up her thighs, making her squirm with anticipation.
"You taste like heaven," Caliburn growled, his voice vibrating against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He switched his attention to her other breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple, making her moan loudly.
His hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he lifted her off his cock, only to slam her back down, impaling her on his length once more. She cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her nails breaking skin as he started to fuck her hard and fast, his hips pistoning up into her, his cock bottoming out inside her with each thrust.
"Fuck, Caliburn," she panted, her eyes wild with desire.
"I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight." She leaned back, supporting herself on her arms, her large breasts bouncing with each of his intense thrusts. Caliburn's eyes flicked between her face and her tits, his jaw clenched in concentration as he pounded into her, his cock stretching her tight pussy with each stroke.
"Your wish is my command, my little Chiss slut," he growled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers, his cock impaling her over and over again.
He could feel her body tensing, her pussy clenching around him as she got closer to another orgasm. He wanted to make her come again, wanted to feel her body shake and tremble as she coated his cock with her juices.
"Fuck, Ar'alani," he grunted, his voice ragged. "You feel so fucking good. I could fuck you all day."
She moaned, her head falling back, her long blue-black hair cascading down her back. "Yes, Caliburn," she panted. "Fuck me.
Harder," Ar'alani demanded, her voice breathy yet commanding. Caliburn, driven by her words and the sight of her body, complied. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and began to pound into her with renewed vigor. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of their shared desire.
Caliburn's cock, thick and long, stretched Ar'alani's pussy to its limits, filling her completely with each thrust.
The sensation was exquisite, and she could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure grew more intense. She wanted to come, needed to come, but she also wanted to prolong this, to savor the feeling of his cock inside her.
"Fuck, Caliburn," she panted, her voice ragged. "I'm so close. I want to come with you inside me."
He growled in response, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with increasing force. "Come for me, Ar'alani," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
"Come all over my cock." His words sent her over the edge, her body convulsing as a powerful orgasm tore through her. She screamed his name, her pussy clamping down on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Caliburn, fueled by her orgasm, continued to pound into her, his hips moving like a machine, his cock stretching her with each thrust. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Ar'alani," he grunted, his voice strained. "I'm going to come.
Fuck, Ar'alani, I'm going to fill you up," Caliburn grunted, his voice strained as he pounded into her, his cock throbbing with the impending explosion.
"Give it to me, Mand'alor," she moaned, her voice ragged with desire. "I want to feel your hot cum inside me."
Her words pushed him over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he released, filling her with his hot seed.
Ar'alani's body shuddered, her pussy milking him for every last drop as another orgasm tore through her.
Caliburn collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Ar'alani wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her heart pounding in time with his.
"Fuck, Caliburn," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "That was...intense."
He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, as he nuzzled her neck.
"You're insatiable, you know that?"
Ar'alani smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Only with you, Mand'alor. And it seems you're not so immune to my charms either."
Caliburn growled, his cock already hardening again as he felt her pussy tightening around him. "You're right about that," he admitted, his voice thick with desire. "But I want to take my time with you this time.
I want to explore every inch of your body, Ar'alani," Caliburn said, his voice low and sultry as he rolled off her, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers, before moving down her body, his lips tracing a path over her collarbone, down to her breasts.
He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, making her arch into him. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, running up her thighs, making her squirm with anticipation. Caliburn’s mouth moved lower, his tongue flicking over her belly button, his breath hot on her skin as he starts to suck and kiss her abs.
Ar’alani moans loudly as Caliburn worships her abs but she chuckles causing Caliburn to look up with a quirk eyebrow. Ar’alani wiggles herself from Caliburn grasped and goes to lay down on the bed bringing her ass up in the air. “You want to explore every inch of me well there still one hole left.” Ar’alani drawls in a slutty tone.
“I’m waiting Mand’alor, don’t keep a girl waiting.” Caliburn growls, the sound vibrating through his chest as he smacks her ass, causing her to yelp at the sudden contact. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the room, mingling with their heavy breaths. He runs his hand over the reddened skin, soothing the sting, before giving her another smack, this time on the other cheek. Ar'alani moans, arching her back, pushing her ass further into the air, inviting him to continue.
Caliburn growls, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he gives her another smack, this time harder, causing her to cry out.
"Fuck, Caliburn," she pants, her voice ragged with desire.
He smirks, relishing the power he has over her, the control he wields. He leans down, his tongue flicking out to trace the curve of her ass, tasting her skin, feeling the heat of her body. He moves lower, his tongue trailing down the crack of her ass, making her shudder.
Caliburn's hands grip her ass cheeks, spreading them apart, exposing her purple, puckered hole to his hungry gaze. He growls, a primal sound that sends a shiver down her spine, before he moves up and in one swift motion fills her ass up with his entire length.
Ar'alani cries out, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her, her eyes rolling back as she adjusts to the sudden intrusion. Caliburn's cock stretches her tight asshole, filling her completely, and she can feel every ridge, every vein as he starts to move. "You're so big. It's too much."
He smirks, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You can take it, Ar'alani," he growls. "You're my little Chiss slut, aren't you?
You can take all of my cock, no matter where I put it," Caliburn taunts, his voice laced with dominance and desire. He grips her hips tighter, his fingers leaving indentations on her flesh, and begins to move, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into her ass with a force that makes her cry out.
"Fuck, Caliburn, yes!" Ar'alani screams, her voice echoing off the walls of the chamber. She pushes back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body adjusting to accommodate his thick length.
"Fuck, yes," she pants, her voice ragged. "Fuck my ass, Mand'alor. Make me your little Chiss slut."
Caliburn growls, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with increasing force. He reaches around, his hand finding her clit, circling it, rubbing it, making her moan loudly. "That's it, Ar'alani," he grunts, his voice strained. "Come for me.
Come all over my fucking fingers," Caliburn growls, his voice low and commanding, as he continues to rub her clit, his fingers moving in tight, fast circles. Ar'alani can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure grows more intense. She's never felt anything like this, never experienced such intense pleasure, and she knows she's close.
"Fuck, Caliburn, I'm going to come," she pants, her voice ragged. "Make me come, Mand'alor.
Fuck my ass and make me come," Ar'alani demands, her voice breathy yet commanding. Caliburn growls, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with renewed vigor. His fingers continue to tease her clit, rubbing it, circling it, making her moan loudly.
"Fuck, Ar'alani," he grunts, his voice strained. "You're so fucking tight. Your ass is gripping my cock like a vice."
She moans, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Harder, Caliburn.
Fuck my ass harder," Ar'alani demands, her voice ragged with desire. Caliburn growls, his hips pounding into her, his cock impaling her ass with each thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, a symphony of their shared lust.
He leans over her, his chest pressing against her back, his hands grabbing her tits, squeezing them, his fingers pinching her nipples. She moans, her head falling back, her long blue-black hair cascading down her back.
His fingers tweak her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core, making her pussy throb with need. I need to come."
He growls, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her ass with increasing force. "Not yet, Ar'alani," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "You come when I say you come."
She whimpers, her body tensing as she fights against her impending orgasm.
He smirks, his hands moving from her tits to her hips, gripping them tightly as he continues to pound into her ass. His cock stretches her, filling her completely, and she can feel every ridge, every vein as he moves inside her.
"Please, Caliburn," she begs, her voice ragged. "I can't hold back much longer."
He growls, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with increasing force. "You can take it, Ar'alani," he commands, his voice rough with desire.
You can take all of my cock, no matter where I put it, and you'll fucking love it."
His words send a surge of heat to her core, and she pushes back against him, taking him deeper. "Yes, Mand'alor," she moans. "I'm your little Chiss slut. Fuck my ass. Make me come."
Caliburn growls, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with relentless force. She can feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her, and she loves it.
She loves that he's in control, that he's using her body for his pleasure, and that she's powerless to stop him. She wants to come, needs to come, but she also wants to prolong this, to savor the feeling of his cock inside her.
She wants to make this last, to draw out the pleasure as long as possible. Ar'alani looks back at Caliburn, her red eyes filled with lust and desire. "Fuck me like you hate me, Caliburn," she demands, her voice sultry and commanding. "Make me scream."
Caliburn growls, his hands gripping her hips with renewed vigor. He withdraws almost entirely before slamming back into her, his thick cock stretching her tight asshole. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with their heavy breaths and Ar'alani's moans.
Caliburn's grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her flesh as he picks up the pace, fucking her ass harder and faster. He leans back, his hands moving to her tits, squeezing them, his fingers pinching her nipples. "You're stretching me so much. It feels so fucking good."
He growls, his hips pistoning behind her, his cock impaling her ass with each thrust. "You love it, you little Chiss slut," he grunts.
"You love taking my massive cock in your tight asshole." Ar'alani moans in response, pushing back against him, impaling herself on his thickness. "Yes, Mand'alor," she pants. "I love it. I love your big cock fucking my ass." Caliburn growls, his hips slamming into her, his cock stretching her to her limits. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. "Come for me, Ar'alani," he commands, his voice rough and dominant.
"Come all over my thick cock buried deep in your ass."
Her body responds to his words, her pussy clenching as her orgasm builds. "Fuck, Caliburn," she moans, her voice ragged. "I'm close. I'm so fucking close." "That's it, baby," he grunts. Come all over my fucking cock."
Ar'alani's body tenses, her inner walls clenching around him as her orgasm crashes over her.
Caliburn feels her come undone, her asshole pulsing, milking his cock as he continues to pound into her. "You're coming so fucking hard.
She moans, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body shuddering with pleasure. "Yes, Caliburn," she pants. "I'm coming. I'm coming all over your big cock." Caliburn's growl turns into a primal roar as he feels her pulsating around him. His hips stutter, and he buries himself deep inside her ass, his cock throbbing as he releases his hot seed. I'm fucking coming inside your tight ass."
Ar'alani moans, her body convulsing as she rides out her orgasm, milking every last drop from Caliburn's cock.
He collapses on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. They lie there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in sync.
But Caliburn isn't done with her yet. He's far from it. He pulls out of her ass, his cock glistening with their combined juices, and flips her onto her back. Ar'alani looks up at him, her red eyes filled with satisfaction yet she yawns deeply with Caliburn yawning as well. The two would take a quick shower before heading back to the bed and following asleep.