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Paz turns to look back towards the main fires and sees that Reeves is now sitting alone, watching him.
“Are you her guardian?” she asks him about Renatè.
“It is a job for all of the Covert to protect foundlings,” he states, “She is not my ward, but we are all very protective of her with strangers.”
“The piece of Bantha fodder that hurt her?”
“Dealt with long ago right after he hurt her. He will harm no others.”
“This is the Way.”
She considers him a moment, then stands, “Will I regret sitting next to you?”
Paz shakes his head no, “Seeley died on this very planet, protecting a foundling three cycles ago.”
“I am sorry for your loss,” she sits next to him on the bench as she looks over the lava flats, “It’s strangely beautiful here.”
“Nevarro has been a good place this time for us in our limited stay.”
“I can’t imagine living in the sewers. It must have been hard for all of you.”
“We did what we had to do to survive.”
She is quiet a moment before asking, “How soundly does that little cub of yours sleep?”
Paz looks at her considering what she’s asking. She is beautiful with her dusky skin, dark eyes and near ebony hair, “As long as one isn’t screeching like a Shriek Hawk, he will sleep soundly.”
“Are you going to invite me in then?” she asks turning to face him, “it’s colder here at night than where I was sleeping last night.”
Paz stands offering his hand to her. She takes it and they walk into his tent.
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Paz leads her into the curtained off area that serves as his room. Ragnar’s snores can be heard clearly, and Reeves laughs lightly as the sound.
Paz turns to face the woman, and she shoves him towards the bed. He sits and she straddles his legs, clicking their cuirasses as she settles onto his lap rubbing herself on his codpiece.
“Easy Little Owl,” he hums as he removes his gloves tossing them on the bed then grasping her butt with one hand while the other hand steadies her back, “We’ve got all night.”
“You think you are going to last that long?” she shifts pushing the beskar against his cock with her weight.
Paz grunts at the friction, “I think that you will come many times tonight, Little Owl. My pleasure can wait,” he moves his hand from her butt down between her legs bracing her butt on his arm, using his fingers to adjust her core against his codpiece. She gasps.
“Now, be a good Little Owl and take your armor off.”
She pants as he moves his fingers pushing her flight suit against her core but does what she’s told. He takes the pieces from her with his other hand and sets them on the bench he usually sets his armor on. He keeps the pressure between her legs touching and pressing so that she is panting harder by the time her armor is off.
He unzips her flak vest, and she shimmies out of it, tossing it on top of her armor. He unzips her flight suit, and she shimmies it down to her waist. He stands abruptly and she grabs against his shoulders grunting, “Dank farrick.”
He turns and lays her on the bed, releasing his hold on her core and she whines. He laughs, “Be patient Little Owl.”
He pulls off her boots and socks as she shimmies out of her flight suit, leaving her in a blue tank and shorts. He puts her boots on the ground and her flight suit on her armor. He turns to find she’s taken off her tank, shorts, breastband, and small clothes, tossing them on the pile. She’s sitting naked on his bed as she sasses, “You are overdressed.”
He laughs, “Like I told you,” He grabs her, flipping them around so that he’s sitting as before with her straddling him, “this is about your pleasure not mine.”
He slides his left hand around her butt, rubbing his fingers against her core. She grunts, biting her lip to keep quiet as he strokes his fingers through the wetness. He shifts his right hand to her back and forces her body down so that she’s pressed against his codpiece.
She whines as he shifts her. She’s trying very hard not to wake Ragnar. He shifts her again slipping a finger into her core as he presses her down so that her clit presses hard against his codpiece. She leans onto his shoulders, biting against the gator covering his neck.
He keeps pumping his finger into her and pushing her against the beskar. She begins panting harder as he pushes a second finger into her core rocking her harder on his fingers and beskar. She manages to get his gator down and bites flesh making him grunt in surprise, “Sneaky Little Owl,” he whispers as he pushes the third finger into her wet heat. She bites harder and whines rocking frantically.
He feels her tense and he keeps her bouncing on his fingers as she tries to shift away from the pressure. He pins her against him, “It’s okay. Cum Little Owl. You can do it.”
With a stifled whine from her, he feels the wetness in his hand as she reaches her peak. She slumps against him huffing as he rubs her back with his other hand.
He gently removes his fingers as she groans softly. He adjusts his hand to her butt again, rising and lifting her up. She wraps her legs around him and he turns, lying her on the bed, “Let go Little Owl.”
“My name is Koska.”
“I know Little Owl,” he shifts her to get her to let go but she clings to him trying to pull him down on the bed as he grunts, “I need to remove my armor.”
She finally releases him, and Paz stands. She eases herself up shakily on her knees and begins to help him remove his armor. As he lifts the beskar off, she unzips his flak vest and then his flight suit. She stops as she sees the ink on his shoulder.
While she traces the Clan Vizsla crest and then each tear drop falling from a broken Mandalore down his left arm, he removes his boots and socks.
“Are there one-thousand tears?” she asks as her fingers ghost over each red tear drop on his arm causing his skin to pebble in chill bumps.
“Yes,” he nods as he sheds his flight suit, pulling his undershirt over his helmet and revealing his entire chest, covered in various ink. Koska’s fingers ghost over everything, mapping him as he pulls his shorts off and crawls into bed, pulling her down with him.
She climbs on top of him, still tracing the ink. She rocks on top of his cock, and he grunts as her pussy slides the length of it. He grasps her hips lifting her up as she reaches down to adjust the head of his cock at the entrance to her core. She pants and smiles as he steadies her as she slides his length into her wet heat. She shudders as he lifts his hips up to push into her. She bites her lip to stifle a whine as her hips settle against his, his cock fully sheathed into her.
She puts a hand on each peck and lifts slightly resetting herself and making both of them groan. He moves his thumb to press against her clit, rocking his hips up as she bounces herself up and down.
She tries to move away from the pressure on her clit, but he keeps it as she starts to falter in her rhythm. He sits up and begins lifting her repeatedly as she bites into his neck again just below his helmet, arms sliding around his neck as she holds on, whimpering as her orgasm hits her, still trying to be quiet so as not to wake Ragnar. He feels her release and he feels his own release coming as he bounces her harder on his cock a few more times. She whines again, burying her cries in his neck as he grunts and then there is a momentary blackness behind his eyes as he slams into her one last time and climaxes.
He lays back on the bed, letting her relax on top of him, pulling a blanket over them to keep the desert chill off.
“Are we done already,” she whispers against his chest.
“Just letting you rest Little Owl before we continue.”
She yawns, tracing her fingers over the tear tattoos on his arm, “Good.”
Paz laughs lightly, running fingertips up and down her back.