Chapter 9: The Lady, Commodore and Mand’alor
The chamber beyond the durasteel door was already humid with anticipation—braziers along the mosaic walls casting undulating golden light across Mandalorian history and onto the pale stone floor, where a trail of discarded clothing led away from Caliburn’s armor stand. He worked his way out of his tunic, muscles flexing beneath the scars and lines of battle, only to turn and nearly forget how to breathe at the sight that awaited him near the bed.
Ar’alani and Maeve stood shoulder to shoulder, a tableau of raw, predatory seduction against the old tales of Mandalore. Ar’alani’s tall, powerful body was adorned in a set of glimmering silver lingerie—the cups of her bra were half-transparent mesh, silver-threaded and so sheer the deep blue of her skin seemed to glow through, twin bands of fine lace crossing between her full, violet-tipped breasts, barely containing their generous roundness. The bra’s underwire gleamed, metal kissed with Mandalorian sigils, pushing her bust up until she looked fit to spill from it with every breath. The g-string beneath was more suggestion than garment, a whisp of silver mesh that hugged her hips so tight it seemed painted on, dipping between the smooth swells of her thighs and framing her firm, sculpted ass, the straps riding high to showcase the flex of her athletic glutes. Tiny silver clasps, stamped with Chiss family glyphs, joined at her hips. Garters swept down from her hips, catching at the tops of thigh-high, smoky-sheer stockings, the dark silk tight over muscle and ending in delicate, armored silver bands above her knees. A single silver choker hugged her throat, stamped with Caliburn’s sigil—a silent, lewd claim.
Maeve, in gold, was an explosion of debauched royalty—her bra a band of gleaming gold lamé, the material molded tight over the crimson swell of her f-cup breasts, cut so low the deep valley of her cleavage yawned with every slow inhale. The cups left little to the imagination, cut high and sharp so the underside of her breasts spilled out, a golden chain draping from each cup, catching the light and swaying as she breathed. The matching g-string was an obscene masterpiece, a triangle of gold mesh with filigree edges and an open lattice that showed the pale gleam of her skin beneath—so narrow it vanished between the perfect roundness of her ass, each hip caught in gold rings from which delicate golden tassels hung, swinging with every motion. Her thighs were wrapped in golden bands, tiny Sith runes glimmering against crimson flesh, while a matching collar graced her neck—broad, heavy, and marked with a single black gem at the hollow of her throat, promising everything and nothing all at once.
The two women stalked toward Caliburn with matching feline grace, hips rolling, thighs flexing, their busts bouncing with every deliberate step, hunger burning in every movement. Ar’alani’s voice was deep, velvet and wicked as she grinned at him. “You know, beloved, I think it’s only fair you get a proper Mandalorian homecoming tonight. I’ve been aching for days—maybe we see if Maeve here can survive being tag-teamed by real warriors?”
Maeve’s molten gaze drank him in, her lips parting with a low, breathy laugh as she pressed herself to Ar’alani’s side, the gold and silver of their lingerie tangled together. “Oh, I can take anything you two dish out. I haven’t been properly fucked in a thousand years—I want to feel those hands all over me, Mand’alor. Show me what made the galaxy afraid of you.”
Caliburn gave a growl, rolling his shoulders, his eyes shamelessly devouring every inch of both women. “That’s a challenge if I ever heard one, Sith Lady. Don’t expect mercy—you asked to be ruined, and that’s exactly what you’ll get.” His hands slid out, grasping first Ar’alani’s firm, round ass through the mesh, squeezing the muscle until she gasped, then moving to Maeve, his fingers sinking into the velvet-red swell beneath the gold mesh. Both women laughed, hips bucking against his palms, chests pressing against his bare torso.
Ar’alani leaned in, voice wickedly low, lips grazing Caliburn’s ear as her thigh pushed between his. “You want to see her break, beloved? Watch me put her on her knees and make her beg before you even lay a finger on her. I’ll have her screaming so loud the guards outside will start running bets.”
Maeve, emboldened, caught Caliburn’s jaw in her golden-tipped fingers and crushed her body to his, letting her chest flatten against his with a wicked grind. “Careful, Vizsla—if you start this, you better finish it. Or I’ll tie you down and ride you until you beg for your own gods.”
Caliburn smirked, licking his lips as he let himself be pressed toward the bed. “You two are all talk. Prove it.” He landed on the edge of the wide bed, the two women closing on him like hungry predators. Ar’alani straddled his lap, the silver mesh of her thong pressed obscenely against his thigh, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as her bust swelled into his face. “You’re ours tonight, mesh’la. Don’t think we’ll let you off easy—Maeve and I have been planning this since we saw you sparring in nothing but those little shorts. I nearly dragged you off the training mat then and there.”
Maeve clambered up behind Ar’alani, sliding her arms around both, breasts pressed to Ar’alani’s back, her hands drifting over both their bodies. Her gold-clad chest brushed Caliburn’s face as she leaned over to whisper, her voice thick and sultry. “I can’t wait to see you two try to break me. Maybe I’ll break you instead—make you beg for release.” She dragged her tongue slowly along Ar’alani’s neck, nipping at the silver choker, then whispered, “Let’s see how much noise a Mandalorian soul mate can make when she’s got a Sith and her lover pinning her down.”
Ar’alani’s response was to slam her mouth to Maeve’s in a heated, wet kiss, their tongues dueling as Caliburn’s hands roamed up their bodies—palming Ar’alani’s ass, kneading Maeve’s hips, feeling muscle and softness blend beneath his fingers. He bit out a challenge, his voice low and coarse, “You both talk too much. Maybe I should stuff those filthy mouths just to hear you moan instead.”
Maeve arched back, hair tumbling in wild copper waves. “Try it, Mand’alor. I promise, you’ll never want us to stop.” Their bodies tangled, gold and silver mesh glimmering, strong thighs clamped tight around Caliburn as Ar’alani and Maeve pressed their tits to his chest.
He could feel their hearts pounding, their breath hot and ragged on his skin. He reached up, fingers tangling in their hair, pulling them closer, his mouth finding first Ar’alani’s, then Maeve’s, his tongue plunging deep, tasting them, feeling their moans vibrate against his lips.
Ar'alani's hands were everywhere, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, her nails scraping against his skin, leaving red welts in their wake. She pulled back, her eyes locked onto his, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"You want to stuff our mouths, Caliburn? Then you better have something big enough to fill them." She reached down, her hand wrapping around his cock, her fingers barely meeting as she stroked him. "Because I know you're packing."
Caliburn groaned, his hips bucking into her touch. You're playing with fire."
She chuckled, low and sultry. "I know. And I love it."
Maeve leaned in, her voice a low purr. "I want to taste him, Ar'alani. I want to feel him in my mouth."
Ar'alani's eyes flashed with a mix of hunger and possession.
"Then you better get to work, Sith Lady. But remember, you're not the only one who wants a taste." She pushed Maeve's head down, guiding her towards Caliburn's cock. "Show him what you've got, Maeve. Show him why you're so eager to be broken."
Maeve didn't need to be told twice. She sank to her knees, her thick, rich auburn streaked with copper and rose-gold hair cascading around her face as she leaned in as she also pulls his pants down.
Her molten gaze locked onto his, her lips parting, tongue flicking out to wet them as she took in the sight of his cock, thick and hard, straining against the confines of his pants. "Fuck, Mand'alor," she breathed, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Ar’alani told me what you had but seeing it is a different than hearing about it.”
Caliburn smirked as he raised an eyebrow while looking at Ar’alai as he says “Oh and what to me blue skin succubi of a soul mate say?” Ar’alani laughs before saying, “ I told Maeve that your a perfect Thirteen inches long, seven inches thick. Stamina that puts droids to shame—dozens of loads, no slowing down, no mercy. And that she hopefully like being bred, because she’ll be leaking and trembling for days, your body marked with bruises and love bites and my handprints. And that she won’t be alone—when I join in, she’ll beg us to stop, and we still won’t.” Her voice was a low, sultry growl, her eyes locked onto his, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
Maeve’s eyes widened, her breath hitching as she looked from Ar’alani to Caliburn, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Those word the words and I hope you can live up to it Caliburn.” Maeve said, her voice a low purr. She reached out, her fingers tracing the length of his cock through the fabric, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. “Because I’m ready to be broken, Mand’alor. I want to feel every inch of you, stretching me, filling me, making me scream your name.”
Caliburn’s smirk widened into a grin, his eyes gleaming with challenge. “You’re going to need more than words, Sith Lady. I’m going to need to see you take it.
All of it." His voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto hers, daring her to back down. Maeve's response was to lean in, her tongue flicking out to lick a long, slow stripe up the length of his cock through the fabric, her eyes never leaving his. She could feel him twitch against her tongue, hear his breath catch in his throat. "You're playing a dangerous game, lady Sith," he ground out, his hips bucking slightly as she licked him again. "I could make you choke on it." Maeve just smiled, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "I hope you do.
I've been craving a challenge for centuries." Maeve's voice was a low, sultry purr as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Caliburn's pants, her nails scraping against his skin as she slowly pulled them down, revealing the thick, hard length of him. She looked up at him, her molten gaze locked onto his, her lips parting as she took him in. "Fuck, Mand'alor. You're even bigger than I imagined."
Caliburn chuckled, a low, rumbling sound in his chest as he watched Maeve's reaction. "You talk a big game.
I'll see how long you can keep it up," Caliburn taunted, his voice a low growl as he watched Maeve's eyes widen at the sight of his cock. He could feel the heat of her gaze, the anticipation in the air, and it sent a jolt of electricity through his veins. He reached down, his fingers tangling in Maeve's rich, copper hair, pulling her head back until she was looking up at him, her molten red eyes locked onto his.
"Don't worry, Mand'alor. I can handle anything you throw at me," Maeve replied, her voice steady and confident.
She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock, a slow, deliberate swipe that had Caliburn's breath catching in his throat. "In fact, I hope you do. I want to feel every inch of you, Mand'alor. I want to taste you, to feel you stretching me, filling me, making me scream your name."
Caliburn's grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucking slightly as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips stretching wide around his girth. "Fuck, Maeve," he groaned, his head falling back as he felt the heat of her mouth envelop him.
"You're going to choke on it if you're not careful." He could feel her smile around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "I can handle it, Mand'alor," she murmured, her voice vibrating around him. "I want to feel you hit the back of my throat." She took him deeper, her lips stretching wider, her eyes watering as she struggled to take him all in.
Ar'alani watched, her eyes gleaming with hunger as she bit her lip. " You're enjoying this, aren't you, Maeve?" she taunted, her voice low and sultry. "You love the taste of him, the feel of him in your mouth. You're a dirty little Sith, aren't you?"
Maeve feels her g string be pull tight against her pussy tell it is pulled up and she can feel the pressure against her clit. She moans around Caliburn's cock, her eyes watering as she takes him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size. She can feel him hit the back of her throat, and she swallows, her muscles contracting around him, making him groan.
Ar'alani chuckles, her voice a low, sultry purr. "She's loving it, Caliburn.
Look at her, she's practically purring around your cock," Ar'alani murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr as she watched Maeve's head bob up and down, her lips stretched wide around his girth. She reached out, her fingers tangling in Maeve's hair, pulling her head back until she was looking up at them, her molten red eyes locked onto theirs. "You're a dirty little Sith, aren't you, Maeve? You love being used like this, being fucked with no mercy."
Maeve's response was to moan around Caliburn's cock, her eyes watering as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size. As Caliburn grabs Maeve hair to pull her further along his cock while he starts to thrust himself down her throat . Maeve's eyes water and she gags but she takes it all in, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size.
Ar'alani's eyes gleamed with hunger as she watched Maeve's head be uses as a fuck toy as she pulls Maeve g-string off and throws it aside. "You're a dirty little Sith, aren't you, Maeve?" "You love being used like this, being fucked with no mercy." As Caliburn grabs Maeve hair to pull her further along his cock while he starts to thrust himself down her throat.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Caliburn groaned, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as he fucked Maeve's mouth. He could feel her moan in shock as Ar’alani starts finger Maeve needy cunt , her pussy clenching around Ar'alani's fingers as she struggled to take Caliburn's cock. "You're going to make me come if you keep that up," he warned, his voice ragged.
Maeve try’s to pull back but Caliburn doesn’t let her as he picks up speed and her throat starts to bulge from his cock straining her choker . Ar'alani's fingers are moving in and out of Maeve's pussy, her thumb rubbing against her clit, making her moan around Caliburn's cock.
Ar'alani's voice is a low, sultry purr, "That's the idea, isn't it, Maeve? You want to taste him, don't you? You want to feel him come in your mouth, down your throat?"
Maeve's response is a muffled moan, her eyes watering as she tries to nod, her throat constricting around Caliburn's cock as he picks up speed, his hips slamming into her face, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. Ar'alani's fingers move faster, her thumb rubbing harder against Maeve's clit, her other hand reaching up to cup Maeve's breast, her fingers pinching her nipple through the gold lamé, making Maeve gasp and moan around Caliburn's cock.
Ar'alani's voice is a low, sultry purr, "That's it, Maeve. Take it. Feel every inch of him. Feel him use you, fuck you, make you his. You're a dirty little Sith, aren't you?
Ar'alani's voice was a low growl, her eyes gleaming with hunger as she watched Maeve struggle to take Caliburn's cock, her throat constricting around him with every gag. "You're a mess, Maeve. Your makeup is running, your hair is a wild tangle, and your pussy is dripping all over my fingers. You're loving this, aren't you?"
Maeve could only moan in response, her eyes watering as she tried to nod, her body writhing with pleasure and the effort to take Caliburn's cock. Ar’alani feels Maeve pussy tighten as Maeve first orgasms hits hard making Ar’alani realize Maeve is a submissive slut and she turns to Caliburn and say in a lustful predatory way that "You should see her face, Caliburn. She's a mess. Her makeup is ruined, her hair is a wild tangle, and her pussy is dripping all over my fingers. She's loving this, isn't she? She's loving being used like this, being fucked with no mercy."
Caliburn's eyes flash with a mix of lust and amusement as he watches Ar'alani's fingers move faster, her thumb rubbing harder against Maeve's clit, her other hand reaching up to cup Maeve's breast, her fingers pinching her nipple through the gold lamé, making Maeve gasp and moan around his cock. "Wait Ar’alani your saying this Darth lord of the sith a people who are known for being dominant in all aspects is really a submissive bitch?” Caliburn asks, his voice laced with disbelief and amusement as he continues to fuck Maeve’s mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust.
Ar'alani chuckles, her eyes gleaming with hunger as she watches Maeve struggle to take Caliburn's cock, her throat constricting around him with every gag. "Oh, she's loving it, Caliburn. Look at her, she's dripping all over my fingers, her pussy clenching with every thrust.
She's a dirty little Sith, isn't she? She loves being used like this, being fucked with no mercy. She's a submissive slut, and she's loving every second of it."
Caliburn's eyes widened in surprise, but the lust never left his gaze. He looked down at Maeve, her face a mess of tears and saliva, her makeup smeared, her hair a wild tangle. She was a sight to behold, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the fact that he was the one making her like this.
He pulled back slightly, allowing Maeve to catch her breath, her body still trembling with the force of her orgasm. Ar'alani's fingers were still buried deep within her, her thumb rubbing slow circles against her clit, drawing out the last waves of pleasure.
"Look at her, Caliburn," Ar'alani purred, her voice thick with lust. "She's a mess, but she's our mess. And she's loving every second of it."
Caliburn smirked, his cock still hard and glistening with Maeve's saliva. He reached out, his fingers tangling in Maeve's hair, pulling her head back until she was looking up at him then he thrust his cock deep into her mouth and throat at a powerful and intense speed and pace with each thrust straining her choker tell it with a loud snap with it breaking off her neck. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you, Maeve?" he growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched her struggle to take him, her throat constricting around him with every thrust. "You love being used like this, don't you? You love having your face fucked, your throat used as a toy for my pleasure."
Maeve's response was a muffled moan, her eyes watering as she tried to nod, her body writhing with pleasure and the effort to take Caliburn's cock and as his balls slap against her chin and neck tell his entire cock is sheathed in her mouth and throat. Ar’alani stops fingering Maeve as she can move up to her bulging neck and start to press kisses against Maeve throat that is bulging thanks Caliburn cock. she murmurs, her voice a low, sultry purr as she presses her lips to Maeve's skin, feeling the pulse of her heart beneath her touch. You love having your face fucked, your throat used as a toy for our pleasure."
Maeve tries to nod, her eyes watering as she struggles to take Caliburn's cock, her throat constricting around him with every thrust. Ar'alani's fingers move to Maeve's chin, tilting her head back, exposing her throat to Caliburn's relentless assault. Ar’alani would plant kiss after kiss on Maeve throat and nipping at it and licking it , her voice a low, sultry purr. "You're doing so well, Maeve. Taking him so deep. You're a natural at this, aren't you? Our little Sith slut, loving every inch of him."
Caliburn's breath hitches, his hips stuttering as Ar'alani's words send a jolt of lust through him. He looks down at Maeve, her eyes watering, her makeup smeared, her hair a wild tangle, and he can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness. "She's ours, Ar'alani.
Our little plaything," Caliburn growled, his voice thick with possession as he continued to fuck Maeve's mouth, his hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm. "And we're going to use her, aren't we? We're going to make her come so hard she'll forget her own name."
Ar'alani's eyes flashed with hunger as she looked up at Caliburn, her tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe up Maeve's neck, tasting the salt and tears. "Yes, we are," she purred, her voice a low, sultry growl. "We're going to make her scream, aren't we, Maeve?
We're going to make her scream our names as we use her, as we fuck her, as we make her ours." Ar'alani's voice was a low, sultry growl, her eyes gleaming with hunger as she looked up at Caliburn, her fingers still buried deep within Maeve's pussy, her thumb rubbing slow circles against her clit.
Maeve's response was a muffled moan, her body writhing with pleasure and the effort to take Caliburn's cock. She could feel her orgasm building again, her pussy clenching around Ar'alani's fingers, her body trembling with anticipation.