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Ménage à Tua	By : Jarkota Category: +S through Z > Star Wars Rebels Views: 30423 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Star Wars: Rebels
Ménage à Tua

Chapter Two:
Of Weddings, Warriors and Wild Women

Author's Note:
Not much more can be said here, other than I hope you are enjoying my little bit of insanity. I would, however, like to give a shout-out to my pals, The Classic Cowboy and DigiRanma, for their support in the writing of this. And you also have about four winter storms to thank for giving me the insane number of days off in which I wrote these chapters.
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It had taken some time to get everything set up, but the day of Ezra and Sabine's wedding had arrived. It had been decided that Maketh would be in attendance, thus they had to wait for a day when her schedule allowed it. Kanan's argument was "She already knows more or less everything about us - it's time for her to 'meet the family', as it were." Ezra and Sabine were excited. Zeb was hunting down liquor. Hera was a bundle of nerves as she sat in the cockpit, realigning the targeting computer for the seventh time that week.
"Kanan, I still don't think this is a good idea. This entire thing could be a trap."
"Leave trap-spotting to the Mon Calamari, Hera."
"This is no time for jokes, Kanan. This entire situation is like my worst nightmare. Those kids are playing a very dangerous game with the Empire, Sabine's obsession with Ezra is borderline psychopathic and you don't need to be a Jedi to tell that something is going on with Ezra. I'm....I'm worried about them."
Kanan drew her into a gentle embrace. "The problem, Hera, is that you have taken to seeing them as your own children. You want to guard and protect and shelter them, but they are on the verge of adulthood. They have to start making their own decisions sooner or later."
"You sensed that with the Force, I guess?"
"No. I'm feeling the same way." He looked into her eyes. "Ezra is like a son to me, despite the short time I've known him. He reminds me so much of myself at that age that sometimes I want to cry. Sabine's always been a wild card, but she's smart, capable and dependable, a few mistakes aside. And yes, I saw this coming. They're close in age, have the same goals and ideals and from the moment Ezra came on board you could cut the sexual tension between them with a vibroblade. And yes, I am very much aware of why the Jedi Order had the 'no attachments' policy. But we Jedi are so few, now, that I don't think it matters. Would Ezra choose to save his wife over completing a mission? Likely. Will he defy the odds and manage to do both? More than probable. But nothing we do is without risk. I think they'll be okay."
"And what about Maketh?"
"I've done a lot of meditating on that. And I've come to the conclusion that if our rebellion is going to survive, never mind succeed, we are going to have to have a lot more people. By necessity that is going to include Imperials who see things our way and wish to fight with us. Maketh may just be the first of many. We have to trust in the will of the Force. It's all we can do."
Hera smiled up at him. "You always know just what to say. And you're right - about everything. It's just...I've seen so much destroyed in my life. Lost so much. I don't want to lose anymore."
"You won't, beloved. I'll always be here, and those kids can take care of themselves." He pulled her into a gentle kiss, which made the tips of her lekku twitch.
Kanan's eyes shot open and he looked out the front viewport. "Someone's coming."
"Nothing on the sensors.....how are you picking up someone from this distance?"
"Whoever it is...I can feel them in the Force."
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Kanan was both relieved and alarmed when it turned out to be Maketh and her driver, Urik Botos. The entire crew met them outside the boarding ramp, Sabine and Ezra with big smiles on their faces. To Hera's relief, the girl was dressed in her Mandalorian armor, sans helmet and gloves, and her blasters were firmly in place in their holsters. Ezra's lightsaber was also clipped to his belt, but neither seemed anxious to reach for their weapons.
Maketh stepped out of the speeder, a giant smile on her face. She herself wore a long flowing red gown with gold trim and flared sleeves. Her hair was done up in its usual immaculate bun and secured by an ornate headdress. Urik was dressed in a formal but subdued servant's uniform. As Maketh exited the speeder, Urik pulled two duraplast crates from the storage compartment.
"Sabine! Ezra! Oh, it is so good to see you again!" Maketh said as she ran up and hugged them both. "I had to push back meetings with three admirals, a Moff and a Senator to be here, but it was so worth the trouble!" She hugged both teens, then stood up, looking Kanan in the eye. "And you must be our noble Jedi leader. I fear Ezra has not told me your name - out of security, I do not doubt. But nevertheless, I am honored to meet you." She stood at attention and snapped up a salute. "Specter 7, officially reporting for duty, sir!"
Kanan went slack-jawed. "Now wait a minute...that's going a bit far...."
"On the contrary - it's been too long in coming. I realized yesterday I can no longer serve the Empire as a dutiful citizen. That deplorable Governor Tarkin - well outside his jurisdiction, I might add! - stormed into my office like he owned the place and called for two of my officers. He berated and humiliated them in front of me for not doing more to stop your raids on supply convoys, then had that thrice-damned Inquisitor behead them, right there in front of my desk!" The Ghost crew looked on with horror. "And no, those two had nothing to do with any of the convoys I told you about. They were honest men, if a bit daft, and the ones I assigned to the convoys were those I knew to be corrupt and would lose no sleep over their loss. I will not be part of outright murder, and so I refuse to serve the Empire any longer. I am one of you, now." She took a deep breath. "I knew those men. They were first-years at the Academy the year I graduated. I tutored them, helped them grow into loyal soldiers of the Emperor. When I was chosen to be Minister of Lothal, I hand-picked them to be part of my staff." Her eyes took on a haunted look. "They had wives. Children. One had just become a father of twin boys. He was so proud, so happy." She paused for a long moment. "I spent most of last night writing letters of condolence to their families. I did not embellish or sugar-coat it, either. I told them exactly why their husbands would not be coming home, and to place the blame where it belongs - with the evil, corrupt men who hold the reins of power in the Empire." She sat down on a nearby rock, as if to calm down. "And I truly hate to darken this joyous day with such news, but...it is what it is."
Hera blinked. "Is she always this....blunt?"
Sabine nodded. "That's one of her more endearing traits, yes." Sabine hugged her girlfriend. "I'm sorry, Maketh; I really am. But if one good thing has come from this, then you have seen the Empire as it truly is. And I, for one, would be honored to have you join us."
Kanan spoke up. "Now, I have to deal with something." He closed his eyes and held out one hand towards Maketh. "I knew it." His eyes opened. "I'm sensing a powerful presence in the Force....and it's coming from you, Minister."
Maketh looked flustered. "Well...you see...I can explain..."
Hera scowled. "Oh, please do."
The Minister looked up at Sabine, then into Ezra's eyes. She saw his right hand hovering over his lightsaber. "This isn't an easy thing to say....it shouldn't have happened. It wasn't supposed to happen..."
"Spill it," Hera said, crossing her arms.
"I'm.....I'm pregnant."
Ezra's eyes went wide. "But...but...that's not possible! I pulled out, just like you said to!"
Sabine blinked rapidly. Zeb raised an eyebrow, looking approvingly at Ezra. Kanan and Hera were stunned beyond words. Nobody spoke for a long time.
It was Ezra who finally spoke up. "I...I think I know how it happened. But maybe we should go inside, first." The group moved into the common room, Urik joining them after Zeb searched him for weapons.
"This had better be good, Ezra," Kanan said, leaning against the wall.
"Well, that last morning we visited Maketh's mansion, we, ah...well.."
Sabine groaned. "Out with it already. While I was still asleep, these two decided to rock each other's world, so long as Ezra here promised to pull out so that exactly this wouldn't happen."
Ezra coughed. "Um, well, yes. So, when I was getting close, Maketh and Sabine traded places, you see, and I, er, 'finished' inside her."
"Aside from being more than I wanted to picture," Hera said, her forehead resting in the palm of her hand, "that doesn't explain this."
"Well, after that, Sabine and Maketh decided to have a little fun by themselves...and they did this....grinding thing..." he awkwardly pantomimed the act with two fingers from each hand, earning a snicker from Zeb and mortified groans from everyone else. "The point it...I think Sabine was, um....'leaking' when she did that...and...well..."
Maketh's eyes went wide. "....And it transferred from Sabine to myself, which then allowed for the impregnation. Oh, I am so stupid!"
"Wait, wait, wait," Sabine said. "Are you saying....I knocked her up???"
".....If I hadn't heard it with my own ears I wouldn't believe it..." Kanan finally said. "So, what are you three going to do?"
"I don't see why it has to be asked; I am going to raise this child as any mother would. It was unexpected, yes, and I'm not sure my career as Minister could survive the scandal, but there's nothing to be done about it. And of course the child's parentage will be kept a secret. I have no interest in doing any harm to my new family. Speaking of which, I still haven't been introduced to all of you."
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The introductions took little time, and then Ezra and Sabine went to separate rooms to prepare for the ceremony. "I have but one small request, and it's perfectly fine if you say no, Captain Syndulla," she said.
"Might as well; not a hell of a lot else can go wrong today. Let's hear it."
"Can we take the ship outside of the solar system's political boundaries?"
"Why would we do that?" the Twi'lek asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I know those crazy kids quite well, and I know they'd want something more concrete than just being able to say that they are husband and wife. If we are at these coordinates," she said, handing over a small datapad, "in interstellar space, then the captain of the ship - or a duly-appointed representative of the captain - can perform a legally-binding ceremony. I would even sign a document as a witness - don't worry; I can add it to the archives in such a manner as to keep anyone else from knowing about it - and it will be one hundred percent legal, should anyone try to contest their union. Also, it will give Sabine time to dress."
"That.....is awfully considerate of you, Minister."
"Call me Maketh, dear."
"I just can't figure out why you're doing all of this. What do you get out of it all?"
"Aside from some fantastic sex? A clear conscience."
Hera shook her head. "I don't think I'll ever get used to this, but....here we go." She keyed the intercom. "Heads up, people; change of plans. We're taking off." Grasping the controls, she began the power-up and liftoff sequence. "Sublight should do....won't attract attention and give everyone enough time to get ready."
"I'll start getting the refreshments out. They were in one of the crates we brought."
"What's in the other?"
Maketh smiled. "The reason Sabine's going to need time to get ready."
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Sabine had gone to her room to change. Urik had said little when coming aboard, but he did inform her that her wedding outfit was supplied by Maketh, citing that the Minister felt she deserved something special for the most important day of her life. After she stripped down, the teen opened the case and smiled. It's gorgeous, she thought. It's bright and flashy and screams 'look at me!' while still being tasteful....Maketh, you do have excellent taste.
It was a complete set of Mandalorian armor. A replica, of course, not made from the traditional materials, but beautiful nonetheless. It was bright silver from top to bottom with a black bodysuit underneath. On the left shoulder painted in red was the tusked skull logo of the Mandalorian warriors and on the right, also in red, was the starbird Sabine had come to love so much. A pair of ornate black bantha-hide holsters for her blasters completed the outfit. She began pulling the articles from the box one by one and began the long task of putting the ensemble on.
Ezra, also, had been given a special outfit for his wedding. But rather than being custom-made for him, they were, for all intents and purposes, a relic of the Jedi Order, and to be treasured. "These were given to me when I was just a Padawan," Kanan said, handing over a black long-sleeved shirt and slacks with charcoal-gray boots, cloak, tunic and gloves. The bantha-hide belt had a buckle made in the shape of a pair of wings raised around a sword with a starburst-shaped handguard and someone, probably Hera, had embroidered the outline of the starbird in light gray stitching on the chest of the tunic."They were worn by a Knight named Anakin Skywalker when he was a Padawan, and he was the greatest Jedi I knew. I looked up to his skill, bravery and refusal to just write someone off. Be it a clone trooper, another Jedi or a civilian, he never left a man behind. He never was much one for tradition and I'm sure, if he were alive today, he would want you to have them, and would bless your wedding to Sabine."
"Thank you, Master. I will wear them proudly." He gave Kanan a respectful bow and ducked into Zeb's room to change.
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Two hours later, the Ghost was firmly in interstellar space and both bride and groom were dressed and ready to go. Kanan stood at the far end of the common room, Hera, Zeb and Urik seated at the dining table and Chopper off to one side. Maketh stood alone, next to a portable serving table arrayed with varying foods, a chilled bottle of Alderaanian champagne and a small cake, decorated with male and female figurines that had been molded to resemble Ezra and Sabine. "It looks like you spent a fair bit on this wedding, Min...Maketh," Kanan said. "Not that we don't appreciate it, but it's a lot more lavish than we're used to."
"Oh, but that's the entire point. I'd have rented out the fanciest ballroom on Lothal for those two, and could easily have afforded it, but that wouldn't exactly have been subtle. Something more private was definitely in order. And besides...that means I had more to spend on my actual wedding gift."
"You mean this feast and all wasn't the gift?"
Maketh shook her head. "Not by a longshot, dear."
If she was going to say anymore, she was interrupted by the door to the corridor hissing open and Ezra walking into the room, his hood raised and lightsaber clipped to his belt. Everyone stood at rigid attention as he made his way to Kanan, then pulled his hood back and bowed to his master. Sabine entered a few moments later, her armor and helmet reflecting the lights and having a very slight prismatic effect, surrounding her with a halo of color wherever it hit. Her blaster pistols, oiled and polished to a shine, fit in the holsters perfectly. She, too made her way to Kanan, removed her helmet, tucked it under her arm and bowed to the Jedi.
Kanan cleared his throat and began reading from the datapad. "We come together today to celebrate the union of Ezra Bridger and Sabine Wren. As I understand it, there is little ceremony involved here - there is no protocol for wedding among the Jedi and Mandalorian customs are as flexible as their warriors. There are, however, a few things that custom does dictate, and the first of these falls to the bride and groom."
Ezra and Sabine turned to face one other and recited a phrase in Mando'a, each in turn. "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde."
Kanan then spoke the translation. "'We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors'. A more fitting marriage vow for these two, I cannot imagine. They have proven time and time again that they are a formidable pair, and the bond that they forge today shall make them invincible." He looked to the teens. "Now, I believe each of you has a devotion gift for the other?" Everyone tried to pretend they didn't hear Hera's sniffles and sobs. Urik passed her a handkerchief without taking his eyes off of the ceremony.
Ezra went first, producing a leather collar with an ornate buckle from his robes. "This gift is for you, keeper of my heart. I understand there are things you want, things you need, and while I don't entirely understand, I wouldn't ask you to change. I thought for a long time about what to give you on this day, and so I spent every credit I could scrape up and had this made." He placed the collar on her, which had been engraved with "PROPERTY OF EZRA BRIDGER" in both Basic and Mando'a, and locked it in place. "Ni hiibir gar asas ner, ner cyare, jii bal oyar'u."
"'I take you as mine, my beloved, now and forever," Kanan translated.
Sabine blushed madly and ran her hands over the collar. No-one had ever seen her smile so widely before. She reached into a compartment on her belt and retrieved a thumb-length red jewel. "This is known as a Corusca gem. They are rare, found only in the heart of the gas-giant Yavin. They were long prized by the Jedi for their use in lightsabers to increase the power and stability of the blade. I was given this, long ago, by my mother after I completed my verd'goten and became accepted as a Mandalorian warrior. And now, I give it to you, so that our combined strength shall be imbued into your weapon. Ni naritir ner jibr o'r gar gaan, ner verd." She put the crystal in his palm and closed his fingers around it.
"'I place my life in your hands, my warrior'. Now, if there is anyone in this room who sees any reason that these two should not be united, speak now, or forever be silent." Not a sound was heard in the room. "Before I continue, I just want to say that it has been an honor and a privilege serving with you both, and I am proud of the things you have accomplished. Further," he looked at Urik and Maketh, "thanks to you two our family has grown, and our work for the people of Lothal and the galaxy as a whole has been made a great deal easier. Perhaps, one day, because of you two and others like you, ceremonies like this will not have to take place in secret and the kind of bond you have found will not have to be forged in the heat of battle. By the power granted to me by the Minister of Lothal and the captain of this vessel....." he took a deep breath, "....I hereby declare you to be man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Ezra wrapped his hands around Sabine's waist and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. The room broke out into cheer and applause, and Chopper opened a port on the top of his head which let loose several blasts of confetti. The couple parted a moment later, looking into one another's eyes and smiling. Hera was openly bawling now, weeping into her hands and utterly soaking Urik's handkerchief.
Maketh spoke up. "Alright, people - the food's getting cold and the booze is getting warm! Grab it while you can get it!"
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Zeb accepted his third glass of the bubbly, alcoholic liquid. "This is fantastic!" he said. "To Alderaan and her breweries - may they endure forever!" All around the common room, the expensive food was being devoured. Ezra and Sabine recognized several of the fruits and vegetables as having been culled from Maketh's own garden, and the variety of seafood being served, Urik explained, had been imported fresh from Mon Calamari. The centerpiece, which Maketh referred to as "Devaronian's food cake", had a thick, rich frosting and was hollow inside, stuffed with a light, airy pudding of Trammistan chocolate. The spread was a greater feast than the Ghost crew had ever eaten, and multiple thank-yous were given to Maketh for providing it.
The festivities continued for a bit, then Hera stood up, champagne in hand, her eyes puffy and bloodshot from crying. "A toast, to the bride and groom. I admit, I still have my reservations about this entire situation, but I realize these two are adults now. Probably had to grow up a lot faster than they should have, and have seen more violence and bloodshed in a few years than most see in a lifetime. But they have matured into two of the finest, most noble people I have ever met in my life." She raised her glass high, a gesture mirrored by the rest of the room, and then everyone drank. "Now, we aren't rich by any means, but the four of us decided to pool our resources and got you two a little something." At a nod, Chopper opened his storage compartment and produced a small box, which Hera caught in her free hand, fumbling only a little. "We had to strongarm Visago - literally, as Zeb can attest - into giving these up, but it was worth the effort." She produced two gold wristbands, each set with a small clear crystal. "These act as two-way communicators, synched with the other. If you two are anywhere on the same planet, you can talk and, with a scanner tuned to the right frequency, can even locate each other. It's our way of saying we hope that you are together for all eternity." She placed the bands on the two and hugged them fiercely. "I'm going to miss you two more than you know. And I'm going to worry, every single day. But I have faith that you can take care of yourselves. So...don't disappoint me, okay?"
"We won't," Sabine said.
"And we're always just a comm call away." Ezra added.
"I know...I just..." At that moment, an alarm went off in the cockpit. "Sithspit! That's the proximity alarm!" Hera bolted for the pilot's seat. "There's a ship...no, two ships coming out of hyperspace!" She began flipping switches. "Shields up - charging the turrets...."
Maketh calmly walked up behind her. "Oh, don't worry. I told them to meet us here."
"You...told them...if you've sold us out...."
"Oh, perish the thought! If you'll check your scanners, you'll see a Lambda-class shuttle and a light freighter."
"Well...you're right....though that's not a freighter design I've ever seen before." The console beeped. "The shuttle is docking with the freighter.....and the freighter is sending us a signal to begin docking procedures."
"I suggest you do so, dearie - that's my 'wedding present'."
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The Ghost docked with the new freighter and the temporary crew vacated the cockpit, transferring over to the shuttle which had accompanied them. The rebels carried boxes containing Ezra and Sabine's belongings into the new ship and the command codes were transferred over to the newlyweds at Maketh's insistence. Once the delivery team was away she began explaining her 'gift'.
"This is a Corellian Engineering Corporation YT-1930 light freighter. It's a variant of the YT-1300, though the cockpit is centered, rather than offset, and the cargo bay has been extended with the two 'wedges' you saw from the outside. They are detachable, if need be, and the ship is armed with dorsal and ventral dual-barreled heavy blaster turrets, twin ion cannons beneath the cockpit and a pair of warhead launchers, located in the forward mandibles. The hull and shielding are on par with most small warships, she's more agile than any would give her credit for at sublight and her hyperdrive is state-of-the-art - you could cross the galaxy from the Core Worlds to the Unknown Regions in a few days."
Ezra whistled. "Maketh....this is too much. I mean, I've never even heard of this type of ship before."
"That's because it isn't out yet. This is the prototype. The 1930 is due to hit the public market in about five years - mostly due to bureaucratic red tape, government permits and the like - but all of the necessary tests have been run and the design has been approved for general use. A friend of mine from the Academy works for CEC as an engineer and he owed me a favor, so I was able to set up a meeting with the board of directors and convinced them to sell me the prototype - the price I paid easily recouped their costs in development and construction. She's better armed than the production models would be, of course, but there's no reason on being frugal where safety is involved. Use it well."
Hera and Zeb were positively drooling. Kanan shook his head. "But can Ezra even fly this thing?"
"I'm sure I could learn - if I had a good teacher," he said, winking at Hera.
"But as for now," Maketh said, "this ship and the....Ghost, did you call it?.....can remain docked together. And," Maketh said, strutting her way over to Hera, "I have a little gift for you, Captain, and for your Jedi." To everyone's shock, she wrapped one arm around Hera's waist and placed the other on the back of her head, pulling the Twi'lek into a fierce kiss. Unbidden, Hera's mouth opened and allowed Maketh's tongue entry. The two women closed their eyes and melted into the kiss. Hera embraced the Minister and rubbed her hands up and down her back, while Maketh's hand gently stroked the other woman's lekku. It lasted only a dozen seconds, but it was enough to leave Hera breathless and Kanan shocked.
Zeb gulped, then said, "....I'll be in my bunk." The Lasat disappeared through the docking ring, Chopper following close behind.
Hera was speechless when Maketh slowly, reluctantly broke the kiss. "Woah..." was all the Twi'lek could say.
Kanan spoke up. "Um...that was....wow..."
Maketh smiled. "Oh, and there's much more than that, noble Jedi. You see, our newlyweds have a ship to, ahem, 'break in', as it were, and for them, tonight three would be a crowd. And I've no wish to return to Lothal quite so soon. Urik can stay in Sabine's old quarters for the night and I shall stay wherever you and the Captain are staying."
"I...don't think that's such a good idea.." Kanan said, nervously.
"Oh, don't be ridiculous! I'm already pregnant, Kanan - what else could possibly happen? Now, I'm going back to your ship. I'll be waiting in your cabin and you two had better come along and ravish me, or I'll have to start without you." A satisfied smirk on her face, Maketh strutted her way out of the 1930's common room and back to the Ghost.
Hera smiled. "Well, you heard her. Let's get over there and start ravishing."
Kanan blinked. "But...but...you were the one who didn't trust her!"
"Maybe I still don't - but sometimes you just have to have faith. And I really, really want to see what else she can do with that tongue. So, I'm going to go to your cabin, tear that dress off of her and let her rock my world. If you're too cowardly to have a little fun, that's your problem." Without another word, Hera spun on her heel and marched to the docking port, Urik following behind her.
Kanan looked at Ezra and Sabine. "I should go....I think..."
Ezra elbowed him in the side. "Yes, you absolutely should. I think Maketh could teach Hera - and you - a few tricks."
"She sure did us," Sabine said with a wink.
"Right....well, I suppose I might as well. Hera won't forgive me if I don't." He then exited the ship, mumbling "Master Yoda would be having fits over this..."
As the airlock door hissed shut, Sabine wrapped her arms around Ezra's neck. "So...we're alone."
"And married."
"Where do we start?"
"Dining table."
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Ezra had removed his garments, save for the black slacks, and folded them inside one of the boxes. Sabine had taken a shopping bag from the Capital City market into the refresher and said she was going to "slip into something more comfortable". As he waited, Ezra could only smile. Here he was, married to the girl of his dreams, about to be a father with another woman - though through the strangest circumstances he could have imagined - and said other woman was currently in the process of seducing Hera and Kanan. This, he thought, has been a strange month.
Suddenly, the lights went dim - save for the one immediately over the dining table. The door to the refresher opened, and Sabine walked out dressed in an all-concealing black cloak with the hood pulled up. Saying nothing, she raised one bare foot up onto the table and pulled herself up. "So, tell me....have you been a good boy?"
"Y-yes...."
"Well, I've been a very....very.....very bad girl. And I think someone needs to punish me...Master." On that last word, she cast the cloak aside, revealing the dancer's outfit she had purchased the night she met Maketh. Between that and the collar he had given her earlier, she looked ever bit the image of a captive slave girl. "I told you I went shopping that night...and you didn't believe me. Feel silly now?"
"Silly...and other things," the boy said, nervously adjusting his trousers.
"Well, you just sit back...and let me take care of things." She knelt down, pulling a portable music unit from a box and activating it. A drumbeat began filling the room.
"Is that.....'Lapti Nek'?" Ezra asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Shush....we have all the time in the world to talk. Right now.....just watch." She began moving and grinding to the music, the metal of her costume glittering in the light and the shimmersilk waving about, giving Ezra teasing glimpses of what lay beneath. As the song hit its stride, she trailed her fingertips up her belly and to the front of her top. Her fingers deftly unhooked the clasp and she shrugged her shoulders, letting it fall away to reveal her perky breasts. She took one in each hand, kneading and massaging them and tossing her head back in pleasure.
Ezra licked his suddenly-dry lips and eyed his wife - it was still strange to think of her that way - as she pinched her nipples and rolled them back and forth between two fingers. To see her act so shamelessly, so wantonly....it always excited him. And to know that he was the sole target of her lust was more invigorating than anything he had yet felt.
Sensing that she had teased him enough, Sabine hooked her thumbs into the belt and dropped it to the table before kicking it away. All she wore now were the collar, armbands, bracelets, anklets and a devilish smile. As he looked her body over, he noticed something new. She had given herself some more of her 'body art', but this was definitely of the more private sort. Right above the moist lips of her vagina, she had written the words "Welcome Home, Master" with an arrow pointing downward in black ink. "So...like what you see?" she asked in a sultry tone he'd never heard before.
"I always have....even before I saw you naked."
"Then," she got down on her knees and looked him in the eye, "prove it. You gave me this collar. I accepted it. I am yours. Do what you want, how you want. Own me."
Ezra didn't need any more convincing. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs out from under her, making her lay down flat on the table with her feet hanging over the edge. He dropped his pants to the floor and crawled on top of her, his shaft slamming into her depths in one swift stroke.
"Yes! Yes, Master! Use me!" Sabine cried, her body trembling as he began to thrust. One of his hands mauled her breast while the other swung her left leg over his right shoulder. She threw her head back, letting it dangle over the side of the table. "You're so forceful today, Master..."
"You've been a naughty girl, Sabine, and naughty girls get treated like the sluts they are. Warm holes to be used, filled and tossed aside."
"But I'm only your slut, Master!"
He smacked the side of her thigh, loud but not painful - he had learned a few things about control since they became lovers. "Oh? And what about Maketh, hm? You're more than willing to spread your legs for her, you shameless little whore." He stopped thrusting, which drove her mad. "Now, apologize. Apologize to me for being such a slut." He punctuated this with a light slap to her breast.
"I'm sorry, Master....I am a shameless whore....I'm a bed-hopping, pussy-licking, cock-loving slut...... but I need to be used and violated and made to pleasure others. That makes you and Maketh happy, and so it makes me happy. So please fuck me like the bitch-in-heat I am!"
The little bark Sabine let out sent Ezra over the edge. He began hammering into her for all he was worth, her moans and screams almost deafening. Just before she was about to climax, however, he pulled out.
"Noooo....please, Master.....I need to finish...."
"You finish when I say you can finish!" He got off the table, walked around to the other side and shoved his member into her mouth. "Suck!" he commanded.
Dutifully, she began servicing him as best she could, reveling in her taste still upon his flesh. One hand crept up towards her groin, but Ezra quickly slapped it away. He held her head in place with both hands and began moving in and out, shoving himself deeper and deeper until his tip was in the back of her throat. It was an altogether new experience for the both of them; Sabine was gagging slightly but, not surprising her in the slightest, it was just turning her on more, and the shape and tightness of her throat was something very different Ezra. It wasn't long at all before he slammed in one final time, moaning her name and spilling his essence into her throat. "Swallow," he ordered as he pulled out.
Sabine did as she was told, but then pouted. "But Master....I wanted your seed in my womb. I can't carry your baby any other way...."
"What - you've got a pregnancy fetish, too? You really are a depraved little slut." He forcefully flipped her over on the table, her skin making a loud slap on the surface. "I think you need to be punished." He pulled one hand back and brought it down on her backside.
"OOOH! Yes, Master! I'm sorry!" Smack. "I won't do it anymore!" Smack. "You know what's best!" Smack. "I won't" smack. "question you" smack "ever again!" Smack. At the last impact, her eyes squeezed shut, she gripped the edge of the table and screamed his name.
Over on the Ghost, the empty champagne bottle and the eight glasses shattered into thousands of pieces.
Sabine came down from her high, her juices glistening on the table beneath her. Ezra picked her up and gently sat her down in the booth, holding her closely and whispering to her how much he loved her. She smiled and snuggled into his embrace.
"Say it again."
"Say what?"
"That you love me."
"Okay - I love you, Sabine Wren."
"Nope. I'm not Sabine Wren anymore."
"I'm not going to just refer to you as my 'property'...you're more than that."
She playfully punched him in the thigh. "Not like that, silly. Think about it. We're married now, right?"
That's when it clicked. "Ooooh. I see. Okay - I love you, Sabine Bridger."
Her smile widened. "And I love you, Ezra Bridger." Their lips locked in a gentle, tender kiss.
"So, we've still got an entire ship to 'break in', as Maketh said....where next?"
Sabine smiled wickedly. "Always wanted to get fucked in a gun turret..."
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While that was going on, Hera had arrived in Kanan's quarters. True to her word, Maketh was waiting for her and the woman was wearing not one single stitch of clothing. She beckoned the Twi'lek over and Hera could not resist the invitation. The other woman's pale skin seemed to be positively glowing with desire, and without her dress on she was visibly starting to show her pregnancy. They met in an embrace, fell onto the bed and locked lips once more, Maketh's hands immediately working to disrobe the pilot. Hera kicked her boots off, Maketh pulled her top over her head and helped her shimmy out of her pants. Hera tossed them across the room just as the door opened, which allowed the garment to impact firmly onto Kanan's face and wrap itself around his head.
The two woman laughed at the sight as Kanan Jarrus, rebel leader, Jedi and survivor of the Clone Wars, was bested by a pair of cheap trousers. He finally gut the legs untangled and dropped them to the floor, his eyes going wide at the sight before him. Hera nude he had seen before, but her atop an equally-nude - and, if he had to be honest, equally-beautiful - woman was entirely new. He stood there slack-jawed for a few moments until Hera snapped her fingers. "So, are you going to join us or do you just like to watch?" Kanan shook his head, blinked a few times and entered the room, keying the door lock behind him. The girls wasted no time in stripping him and sitting him down in a chair.
Maketh leaned in and kissed him as she had Hera, her fingertips lightly playing with his erection as she did so. "Now, before you get too excited, I'm going to give you a little show, and you'll get to see why Ezra lets me have my way with his woman so often." She sat Hera on the edge of the bed and kissed her tenderly, working her way down the jawline to the neck and to the chest, where she proceeded to take one nipple after another into her mouth and suckle it until it was hard and pebbly. Hera was a quivering bundle of nerves by that point.
Kissing her way on down the alien woman's belly, Maketh eventually reached her prize. She pulled her legs apart, blowing a cool breath of air over the naturally-bare skin of the alien woman. Hera moaned, her toes clutching at the carpeted floor. "I must confess, darling, I've never been with an alien before...it's quite exciting." She used her fingers and tongue to tease the area, much like she liked to do with Sabine, and was surprised when Hera tossed her head back and moaned her name in orgasm. "My, my, my, but she is a sensitive one, isn't she?" Kanan nodded. "Well, this is going to be a lot of fun, I can tell..."
Maketh went to work, licking the outside of Hera's folds, occasionally lapping at her clit before going back down, each trip causing new spasms in the Twi'lek's body. Figuring she had teased her lover enough, Maketh slipped her middle and ring finger inside of her and latched her lips around the clit, letting her tongue assault it with rapid-fire licks. Hera's cries reached a crescendo and she held the other woman's head to her crotch as she climaxed.
Maketh pulled away, kissing the Twi'lek and letting her taste herself. Hera moaned into the kiss, her hands roaming randomly over Maketh's body.
"By the Force, she's good, Kanan. I mean, it's no wonder Sabine and Ezra keep going back...... This isn't the end of this....not by a longshot. When she's got free time, either she's visiting us or we're visiting her. I....I can't not experience that again...."
The Minister looked over at Kanan and said, "Your turn." Numbly, the Jedi stood and walked over to the bed, where Maketh took his entire length down her throat in one go.
"....Damn..." was all Kanan could say as she began working him over. Her tongue was going crazy; sometimes going in circles, other times long, slow licks up and down, and other times flicking lightly at the head as she had done to Hera. When she took his testicles in hand and began massaging them, Kanan almost lost it. It's almost like she knows exactly what to do somehow....this woman could be dangerously addictive....
All rational thought, however, went out the viewport when he saw Hera lie on her back beneath Maketh, grip her hips and pull the human down onto her face. The sight of the woman he loved feverishly pleasuring this other woman - who a mere hour before had had such a formal, regal bearing, as if she was beyond even the touch or normal people - who was on her knees before him like a streetwalker was just too much. His muscles tightened and he grunted loudly as he spilled himself into her mouth.
When he was done, Maketh pulled away and slide down Hera's body, kissing her again. Kanan could see that they were passing his seed back and forth for close to a minute before each woman swallowed, loudly. Hera looked up and him and said, "Well, someone's already good for Round Two." The woman stood up and maneuvered Kanan onto the bed.
"Hera, you lay on your back and pick up where you left off a minute ago. Kanan, I've never seen a human screw an alien before, so show me what I've been missing." She settled over Hera's head, facing Kanan as he parted Hera's legs and slid himself into her moist and swollen lips.
It took an awkward minute or two, but the trio eventually settled into a rhythm that got Maketh moaning louder than the bed springs were creaking. She was actively moaning Hera's name and praising the Twi'lek's natural talent, all the while Kanan was distracted by the full, rounded breasts bouncing in front of him. Unable to resist, he leaned in and took one into his mouth. Maketh held his head to her bosom, as if approving of his initiative. Hera couldn't see much of anything, but she felt her lover shift and heard the loud sucking, so she could guess what was going on. He's loud when he sucks mine, too; enthusiasm, I guess. She locked her legs around his waist and licked at Maketh with renewed fervor, feeling her climax approach.
Kanan couldn't hold out much longer and Maketh knew it. She pulled him from her breast and kissed him deeply, their bodies edging as close together as they could. She rocked her hips against Hera's face, rubbing her clit on the Twi'lek's chin, until she moaned into Kanan's mouth, rewarding Hera with a surge of her juices. Hera soon followed clamping down on Kanan and increasing the friction to the point where he couldn't stand it any longer. With a loud grunt, he shoved into Hera as far as he could and dumped his seed into her womb. The three were locked like that for a few moments, unable or unwilling to move, before their muscles gave out and they had to untangle themselves and cuddle up on the bed. A necessity, because it could barely hold two, let alone three.
Sighing, Hera pulled the blanket over them and reached up to click the light off. "That....was...amazing," she finally said.
"No kidding," Kanan replied. "I never thought it could be so....intense with more than one person."
Maketh craned her head and kissed both of them. "You'll find a lot of things can be more intense than you thought. You simply must visit my garden sometime...."
Her sentence was interrupted by a loud shriek and the shattering of glass.
"Well, there goes Sabine again. I figured that would happen, so I brought some cheap glasses. But I had to soundproof my kitchen cabinets....she was just plain murder on my good dishes."
The other two adults had a long, hearty laugh at that. "She is a loud one, that's for sure," Hera finally said. "But I'm starting to understand all of this, now. I didn't trust you for a long time, but now I realize you're in more danger than we are in all of this. You're putting your career, your life, on the line, for what? Some great sex?'
"It's more than that; it's doing the right thing. Both for the people of Lothal and my own conscience. But we can talk more about that in the morning. You two wore me out and I need rest." She snuggled up to Kanan's back, felt Hera do the same to her, and the three fell into a peaceful slumber.
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On Lothal, an elderly man in a gray uniform, looking over a holorecording. On it, the private landspeeder of Minister Maketh Tua was pulling up to a nondescript, somewhat-run-down freighter. The Minister and her driver got out and exchanged pleasantries, spoke some unheard words for a few minutes, then headed inside. The resolution was not the best, but the images of the infamous 'Lothal Insurgents' could clearly be seen. "And this is absolutely genuine? No tricks or body doubles?" he asked of the other man in the room, who was shrouded in shadow.
"I never fabricate evidence. You hired me to follow her, so I did. And it looks like your suspicions panned out."
"Better than I expected; I merely anticipated to reveal a secret lover that would blacken her career with a scandal, but this is on an entirely new level." He shut the recording off. "Your fee is ready to go; you will find it on my personal landing craft on the restricted landing zone at the spaceport. My men have been told to expect you."
"A pleasure doing business with you, Governor Tarkin," the other man said, turning to leave. The light from the window just briefly reflected off of a small portion of his green armor.
Alone in the Minister's office, Tarkin leaned his elbows on the desk and steepled his fingertips together. Truly amazing, he thought, what one can learn from a medical droid that has had its privacy protocols erased. I really should thank my technician for doing that, though it's poor form to thank someone and then have him killed. But that, as they say, is the price of success.
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