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Rilne leaned against the wall, arms folded under her breast plate, sharp eyes tracking the sparring Mandalorians on the mat in front of her. She tightened her jaw, exhaling sharply through her nose, already bored. Summer was getting started, which meant the wet season had come. It rained every single day, sometimes for a week at a time, making turning the air into a thick, soupy mess. A single drop of sweat rolled down her back, puddling uncomfortably where her pants tightened at her waist.
Not only did the rain make the weather unpleasant, it also made the tension indoors unbearable. The kids were unable to play in the rain outside, due to the constant threat of lightning strikes, so the Tribe had sixteen energetic children feeding off of each other’s heightened anxiety and restlessness. This, in turn, made the adults go haywire. They, as Mandalorians, all loved their children, but this was growing too much for even the calmest adults to cope with.
So, Rilne and her vod had taken to the sparring ring in the hopes of burning off some of that tension and anxiety. It was not working. In fact, it felt like sparring was making everything worse. Now everyone was sore and angry.
“Rilne,” a voice said, as a hand waved in front of her helmet.
“What?” she asked waspishly.
“Don’t shoot the fucking messenger,” Yerin snapped back. “It’s your turn, di’kut.”
Rilne grumbled something rude in response. She padded out to the center of the ring, rolling her shoulders as she cracked her neck vertebrae. When her partner came out, she sneered. Standing in the center of the ring, she and Lev’at extended their right arms and grasped the other’s bracer.
“I’m gonna rearrange your fucking face,” Lev’at muttered to her.
“Fucking try it,” Rilne responded harshly.
“You two can whisper sweet nothings to each other later,” Paz said. “You may begin.”
Rilne didn’t hesitate to move. She had been itching for a good fight lately. The mounting tension had been driving her nuts. She lunged forward with a right hook. Lev’at dodged easily, countering with one of his own. Rilne dodged, blocking the follow-up punch she knew was coming. Lev’at usually tried to overpower his opponents with sheer force. If she kept him at bay long enough, she could let him tire himself out. He got clumsy when he was tired.
She pretended to falter on occasion, playing him like a bes’bev, forcing him to wear himself out while she dodged his attacks. When he lunged for her, intending to take her down onto the mat, she spun out of the way, side-stepping him. As he stumbled, Rilne darted forward and punched him in the side, making him gasp in pain as her knuckles found his ribs. He fell to his knees. Rilne leapt onto his back, wrapping her legs around his waist. Miraculously, he stayed upright, and even managed to get to his feet. He struggled wildly, his elbows flying, but she kept her legs locked around him, lacing her arms around his neck and squeezing just tight enough.
When he started to back up, she knew Lev’at was going to try and slam her into the wall to try and knock the wind out of her. Rilne kept her arms tight around his neck, her body tensing as he picked up speed. Just a meter away from the wall, Rilne loosened her legs from around his waist, bringing her knees together and up toward her chest. She used his momentum to springboard them off the wall.
Lev’at clearly was not expecting it, nor did Rilne even think that it would work. He stumbled forward flat onto his face. Rilne grunted as she hit the floor next to him. She rolled over and sprang up to her feet just as Lev’at lunged. This time, she was unable to escape his reach and went down underneath him. He quickly pinned her hands to her chest. Rilne retaliated by headbutting him with all her might, using her abdominal muscles to lift her upper back off the floor. Lev’at let out a strangled yelp of pain, his grip around her wrists loosening.
Rilne used the opportunity to buck her hips and dislodge him, sending him flying off to her left. She got to her knees and lunged clumsily. This time, she got him in a headlock and squeezed until he started slamming his palm into the mat. Rilne let go of him and got to her feet, a thrill running through her at the sheer pleasure of having won this round. Bending over, she offered her hand to him, and heaved him to his feet.
“That wall thing? Pure genius,” he retorted, rubbing his side.
“I saw it in a movie,” Rilne responded. “I didn’t actually think it would work.”
He snorted.
“Gonna kick your ass next time,” he said, hobbling off the mat. “As soon as I can get my spine realigned, that is.”
Rilne laughed as she started to follow him off the mat.
“How about you and I have a turn?” Paz asked her.
Everyone sort of went silent to hear her response. Rilne swallowed. Her fight with Lev’at had done nothing to quell the inferno of anxiety and tension in her. Maybe fighting with Alor’ad would finally help work her into the bliss of pure exhaustion. Rilne nodded. Alor’ad was going to beat the shit out of her, but at least she would be worn out and able to sleep tonight.
“Sure,” she said. Then as she turned back to the mat, she saucily added, “Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy on you, old man.”
Rilne swore she heard a soft growl from Alor’ad.
A grin crossed her face. She felt a thrill run up her back as she heard his heavy footsteps behind her. They faced each other. Shit, she thought to herself as she lifted her right hand and craned her head all the way back to look up at his visor. Rilne knew Paz Vizla was as big as a fucking mountain, but it had never really clicked in her brain how that might have been a disadvantage. Now, her puny shebs was about to be on the receiving end of his annoyance. That brave, ballsy part of her was almost starting to regret having mouthed off at him. Well, what was done was done, and she could not back out now. His fingers easily spanned her wrist, even with her bracer in the way.
“Alright,” Lev’at said with a grin that they could all hear, “Begin!”
Rilne yanked her hand back and jumped out of the way of his first blow. Paz Vizsla had brute strength, skill, reach, and…well, everything stacked in his favor. Paz kept her on her toes, forcing her to keep moving to avoid being hit, doing exactly to her what she had done to Lev’at.
“Come on, murder mittens,” someone hollered. “Hit him!”
“Where the exact fuck do you suggest I hit?” she shouted back at them, earning raucous laughter in return.
“I think his shebs is unarmored, but I can’t exactly see under his skirt,” someone added.
Rilne couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped her.
“You do remember what happens when you piss me off, right, Yerin?” Paz asked in that calm, infuriating tone of his.
“Sorry sir, won’t happen again!”
More laughter. Rilne dodged the next two blows before punching at him. The second one made contact with his forearm. Quick as lightning, his other hand lashed out and grabbed her forearm. He pulled her toward him. Rilne expected him to punch her, but he just picked her up and tossed her down like a rag doll. She rolled back up onto her feet, her fists up, annoyance filling her. On and on it went, with her trying to find some place on his body where she could hit, and him simply tossing her around. When she met the ground for the eighth or ninth time, she finally growled.
“I didn’t think it would take this long to get a reaction, Pipsqueak,” Paz said in an amused sort of tone.
Rilne felt her eye twitch as she got back up.
“Bite me,” she hissed, matching each step as they circled each other.
“No thanks, I’ve already eaten,” Paz retorted easily. “Come on, swing at me.”
Rilne swung at him again. This time, she pushed forward as he pulled, trying to knock him off balance. Of course, that did not work, considering he had at least fifty kilos on her. He barely twitched as he sighed. As he grabbed her, Rilne latched onto his bracer.
“That’s not going to work, Pipsqueak,” he said patiently. “I am going to toss your ass, one way or another.”
Rilne didn’t respond – she was too busy prying the latches apart. When he tossed her, Rilne rolled into it and came back up on her feet, holding his bracer against her chest in triumph.
“You are one stubborn little shit,” he said.
“I do my best,” Rilne quipped, prying at his bracer. She knew he had a blade hidden in it somewhere, but she did not know how to get at it.
“It’s coded to my visor,” he said patiently. “You’re not going to get it open. Come on, Rilne. How would you take down an opponent who is bigger, faster, and stronger than you? Think.”
Rilne hissed in annoyance at the reminder that she was outclassed. As she thought for a moment, she realized that he meant for her to use her brains to get her out of this mess. She had his bracer. Did he want her to do something with it? Come on, she thought to herself. He wanted her to think. What tools did she have at her disposal? A bes’kar paperweight and a sparring room.
Then it struck her. The light panel had been acting up all week. A solid blow would turn the lights off. If she pitched the bracer at it, the lights would turn off. Once he switched to night vision, she would turn her helmet lights on, and blind him long enough to attack.
She kept a tight grip on the bracer, circling around Paz until she could get a clear shot at the lighting panel. Paz seemed to sense that she was plotting something, so he brought his fists up, ready to defend himself. Rilne grinned as she threw the bracer as hard as she could against the panel. Paz turned his head to look. The room plunged into inky-black darkness.
“You do realize we all have night vision filters, right?” he asked dryly.
Rilne grinned. That was exactly what she was counting on. Once Paz was facing her, she cranked her helmet lights to one-tenth intensity. She wanted to temporarily blind him, not permanently damage him. Paz let out a sharp noise of pain, throwing up his hands to block out the light.
Rilne took the opportunity to duck under his flailing arms, his fingers just barely missing her. Then, she sprinted at him at full speed. This time, her plan worked, and Paz stumbled forward in surprise, falling to his knees. His momentum carried him forward and he fell flat on his face with a grunt of surprise.
She straddled his hips and sat on his shebs, jabbing him sharply in an unarmored spot on his backside.
“Kidney stab,” she said, switching back to day cam as a hunter went toward the panel. “Uh. That’s lethal, right?”
Paz stayed sprawled out on his stomach.
“Right?” she asked, poking him again. “Are you okay?”
The lights flickered on. Still, he did not move, nor did he answer. Rilne climbed off Paz’s back and crawled toward his head. If she accidentally killed him, Armorer would kill her on purpose. His chest rose and fell. Rilne noted that despite their previous exercise, he was breathing very slowly.
“Hey, you still alive under there?” she asked, leaning in and looking at his visor.
“How the fuck did you come up with that?” he asked, turning his head to look at her.
Distracted, Rilne blinked as she sat back on her heels, tilting her helmet down at him in confusion.
“You told me to think,” she said. “So, I dusted off the ol’ brain cell and did what you said, Alor’ad.”
Paz sighed. He pushed himself up into a standing position. Rilne hopped up as well, brushing some lint off her trousers.
“That brain cell stays off unless someone is there to supervise you,” he said, pointing a finger at her.
Rilne rolled her eyes in response. She collected her things and went to the locker room, electing to wait for a private stall, rather than use the communal shower. She wasn’t shy about taking her bucket off. She just didn’t want anyone staring at her ass. She noted Paz talking to someone by the lockers. Oh, shit. He was here to snipe a stall, rather than wait in line like a civilized Mandalorian. As soon as the next stall opened, she quickly headed for it, hoping he would not notice it.
“Rilne, I swear I’ll – “ Paz said gruffly.
Rilne pretended not to hear him as she power-walked right into the stall. She shut the door and locked it, cutting him off. Then she leaned against it with a weak grin. She could hear raucous laughter from over the door. After scrubbing off, Rilne lingered under the cool stream, her eyes closed. She was still wound up tighter than a spring from her fight with Alor’ad. The ease with which he just picked her up and tossed her around… Rilne swallowed. The tension in her belly was not the kind she liked. Something had set off her warning bells, and she did not know what it was.
After drying off and putting on her kute, she grabbed her bag and headed out. Her armor was neatly packed away to await a proper cleaning. From there, she went to her locker and put on an oversized sweater. Zipping it up, she headed out, electing to skip dinner. Her stomach was a churning mess and she was not sure if she could keep food down, if she was even able to eat it.
Back at her room, Rilne tossed herself down onto the bed, grimacing as the sheets clung to her damp skin. Even here, the air was muggy and thick. She kicked the blankets off and lay there, wearing only a tank top and panties, as she stared up at the ceiling. Rilne found that she didn’t actually want to take care of that throbbing ache between her legs. She was more interested in the weird reaction she had gotten from Alor’ad during training. She mulled on it for a long time, turning it over and over in her brain like she would a brand new weapon. At one-tenth intensity, the lights should have just blinded him temporarily. His reaction had been on par with her lights at full intensity.
If Alor’ad was epileptic or photosensitive, Doctor Shen would have put an inconspicuous marker just above the brow ridge of his visor. It would serve as a warning to other Mandalorian healers that he needed specific treatment. Yet he did not have the marker – two tiny white dots, side-by-side, with a single black horizontal bar through them. In fact, he had no markers.
Rilne worried her lower lip for a while. She was reading into things a little too much. Tomorrow, she would reexamine the facts and figure out what was going on. There had to be a simple, logical explanation for the things she was seeing.
The next evening, after completing her work for the day, Rilne sat in the quietest corner of the karyai. She cleaned her weapons as she surreptitiously watched her target. Ever since she had met them, Paz Vizsla and Din Djarin had become something of a curiosity to her. The two men were…odd, to say the least. Some of her fellow Mandalorians speculated that the two were brothers; others thought they might be lovers. She found herself leaning toward lovers. They were close in a way that siblings were not.
They shared everything, including a room and weapons. However, they never seemed to really speak to each other. Another thing that made her question if they were lovers was the fact that they never shared a keldabe kiss. Even the most conservative Mandalorian had no qualms with the occasional forehead bonk in public.
She kept her head down, though she watched the two men. Even though they had rations in front of them, they had yet to even look at them. While some of the hunters spoke to Paz, Din took their trays to the kitchen. He returned with two wrapped boxes. Rilne frowned. What was the point of grabbing food if they were just going to take it to one of the private rooms to eat? Even as she watched, Din and Paz never went to the private room to eat. Instead, they sat and talked until the end of the hour. Then they left.
Rilne followed. Rather than return to their room, they slipped outside past the night watch. The trio on duty did not even look in their direction as they melted into the darkness. Rilne decided to keep watching when she could. Over the next few days, the pattern repeated itself. No one seemed to notice their strange behavior. The worst part of it was that she was the only person who even seemed to notice they were missing.
It honestly worried her. Paz Vizsla, their biggest, and Din Djarin, their shiniest, slipped by the night guard without arousing any suspicion. After several days of confirming the odd behavior, she decided she needed to satisfy her curiosity. Part of her wanted to speak to Alor about her suspicions, but the more rational part of her wanted to gather concrete evidence before bringing it up with Armorer. She did not want to be the idiot who accused their two best hunters of something inappropriate when she had nothing to back that claim up. Rilne nodded to herself – evidence first, Armorer second. When the hour grew late, Rilne slipped out between the changing of the watch, making her way across the narrow cobblestone alleyway and hiding behind a few strategically placed boxes.
Looking up, Rilne inhaled, taking in the scent of ozone and petrichor. The orange-gold sky was streaked with hazy clouds and she could hear rumbling in the distance. There would be rain early tomorrow. At least they had gotten a day of respite from the torrential downpour. As she crouched behind the crates, she got her supplies together. One visual enhancer, one heavy cloak, and one veil. Discretion was always the best route. She was going to get to the bottom of this mystery, one way or another.
It didn’t take long for Paz and Din to emerge from the hideout. Adjusting her visual magnification, she watched as they walked toward the center of town. Rilne pulled her hood up over her head and lowered the veil, masking her helmet from view, and slipped into the throngs of people in the streets, keeping a discrete distance from Paz and Din. The crowds were thicker at this hour, as residents tended to avoid the hot sunlight during the daytime.
No one looked at Paz or Din twice. Watching the people around them, it was like their eyes slid right over them. They gave the two men wide berth, no one coming within a meter of either one. Given how thick the foot traffic was, someone should have already bumped into one of them. Yet, it was like they were somehow both invisible and repelling people like magnets. It was an odd sight to behold.
As she drifted further along the street, the market started to come to life. From here, she could smell Old Man Grenych roasting an entire animal over an open flame. Her stomach rumbled hungrily at the sweet and spicy scent of his barbecue rub. She gave it a longing look. It would be gone before the hour was up. Rilne shook her head – now was not the time to get distracted. She pushed on, always keeping careful watch over Paz and Din.
Din crouched next to a few figures leaning against a wall. Rilne saw that they were beggars. The old woman gave Din a toothless smile as she and pack of street urchins accepted two large boxes from him. Rilne frowned. That was probably their rations for the day. Did they eat something specific? Rilne wondered if they might be vegan and too considerate of the cook’s needs to bring it up. It might have been a plausible answer, but it still did not explain everything else.
At long last, they made a sharp right down a side alley. She gave them about twenty seconds before tentatively walking past it. Paz and Din were gone. Okay, that was weird. Rilne swallowed as the hair on the back of her neck rose. Something was off here, but she stubbornly pushed that warning down as she carefully made her way into the darkened passageway. Immediately, the sounds from the market were muffled, and she was left alone with only her racing heartbeat and the soft pit-pat of her feet on the rough stone pavers.
About a quarter of an hour later, she found her targets. Rather, she found their hiding spot. Faint light spilled out through cracks in an ancient wooden door. Rilne almost passed it by, but she heard Paz’s familiar baritone. She crept closer. Then she heard Din respond, though she couldn’t quite make out what he had said. Swallowing, Rilne leaned closer to peek through the crack. A Stormtrooper lay on the dirty floor, his helmet off, with Din and Paz on either side of him. He stared up at the ceiling with a dreamy expression on his face.
Rilne frowned. What on Mandalore were they doing? She could not see from that angle, so she very quietly climbed onto a crate to peer through a dirty window. For a few moments, she could not process what she was seeing. Then she realized that Paz had his bucket halfway up his face to expose his mouth. Din had his mouth wrapped around the trooper’s wrist. From her position, she could see his throat moving as he gulped down mouthfuls of blood.
“ – leave some for me, you little shit,” Paz said.
Din tore his mouth away.
“Sorry. Been so fucking long,” Din rasped out. “Trooper blood tastes awful.”
“I know that,” Paz rumbled out. “We cannot feed from anyone who actually matters.”
The two men laughed. Din pressed his fingers to the trooper’s face.
“Hurry up, he’s almost gone,” Din said. “We’ll need to find someplace to dump the body.”
Paz sighed in response.
“It was nice to have a fresh meal, though,” he said.
Rilne watched as Din leaned in and cupped Paz’s chin in his hand, his tongue flicking out to lap up the droplets of blood on Paz’s lips. Paz curled one massive hand around the back of Din’s neck and pulled him close, engulfing his mouth in a tender, blood-stained kiss. They broke away after a few seconds, their breathing heavier. When Paz smiled and bared his fangs, Rilne gasped involuntarily. It was a quiet sound, but they registered it nearly instantly. They jerked their buckets down as they turned toward her. Rilne scrambled off the box and took off at a flat sprint.
Holy fuck. She thought they had been hiding their visits to a brothel. She even thought they might have been hiding an alcohol addiction. Maybe running a bit of spice on the side. This was so much more than that. They were vampires – real blood-sucking flesh-eating vampires. She put a little more urgency into her stride, trying to quell the panic in her belly. Before she could even make it halfway back, a figure dropped down in front of her, the last few faint rays of sunlight glinting off his armor. Din.
Fuck. He advanced, raising his fist. Rilne turned on her heel and slammed directly into Paz’s chest. He caught her in a tight, unyielding grip. She started to struggle.
“Stop struggling,” he growled at her.
Every muscle in her body immediately relaxed, as if someone had flicked a switch in her brain to turn off her flight or fight response. Intense relaxation filled her as Paz lifted her onto his shoulder, like her entire brain had been lowered into a hot bath. She stared down at his shebs as he jogged back down the alley.
That sweet, suggestive buzz in the back of her mind redirected her away from the thoughts of escape. All she needed to do was keep quiet and still, and she would soon feel intense pleasure. Jala closed her eyes as she started to succumb to the tingling prickles of pleasure rising from the base of her spine, right where Paz had his hand. She could stay still. She could stay quiet. Who needed freedom?
Rilne blinked. Freedom. At the end of the alley. Why was that important? The prickling pleasure grew more intense, but she pushed it away. She needed to get to safety? The feeling of a hot bath suddenly turned cold and Rilne started to struggle once more, reaching for his blaster. Paz hissed in surprise as she nearly fell off his shoulder.
“Stop struggling!” he ordered.
Back into the hot bath she went, though she was prepared for it this time. The suggestive nudge was a potent shove this time, like a sodden lead blanket across her middle, keeping her submerged in the bath. Rilne had regained use of her hands by the time that Din shut the door behind them. He barred the door with three heavy pieces of timber. Rilne tried to punch Paz in the back but could only manage a weak slap as he carried her up the stairs. Paz roughly dropped her onto the ground. Rilne felt her body bounce a bit on something soft. Din shut the second door behind them. The door was barred as well.
“Stop struggling,” Din said.
With both Din and Paz doing that weird brain-push thing at the same time, it now felt like hot, molten lava coursing along her veins. This time, she went quite still as the two men stood over her. She still hazily fought the feeling of being submerged. It now felt like lead weights had been strapped to her limbs, pinning her firmly in place.
“What do we do with them?” Din asked, nudging her with his foot.
Rilne pushed back against the two men, trying to claw her way out of that volcanic inferno her body was suspended in. Each time she freed one part of herself, another weight appeared. The mental strain was almost as bad as a physical fight.
“They are putting up one hell of a fight,” Paz murmured. “It’d almost be a shame to kill ‘em.”
“Imagine how good they’ll taste,” Din suggested.
Paz visibly swallowed.
“Let’s see what we have first,” Paz said.
FUCKING FUCK.
Why did she have to stick her nose into everything? She bemoaned her curiosity as she redoubled her efforts, struggling violently against whatever compulsion spell they had her under. She could just barely move her arms as Din crouched over her, his thighs on either side of her hips. He raised his hands to remove her mantle. Rilne weakly slapped at his hands, but it did nothing to deter him.
With one firm pull, Din tore the front of her robes open, revealing her armor to them. Din froze. Then he reached up and yanked the veil off. Rilne was so pissed off at this point that she was mentally shrieking every insult she could come up with. How dare this blood-sucking bastard handle her in such an undignified manner!
“Shit,” Din said.
“Yeah,” Paz added, crouching next to her. “Shit.”
He whispered something and the shove was gone.
“ – gonna cram an entire fucking garlic plant up your asses,” Rilne hissed, suddenly regaining control of her voice.
Paz tilted his helmet.
“Garlic doesn’t work on us,” he said.
Oh, fuck. Rilne swallowed. She felt even more like a tiny prey animal in front of two massive predators. Then again, she was human, and these two were vampires. So, she actually was a tiny prey animal.
“Uh…blessed salt?” she asked, stopping her struggling.
“Everything tastes better with a little salt,” Din purred.
Double fuck. Rilne scoured her brain for whatever bits of vampire lore she had picked up over the years.
“Do you have to be invited to enter a house?” she asked.
Paz snorted in response. He gestured at the walls around them. Rilne looked around. Oh. This had been someone’s house at some point. The room was quite bare, save for some mattresses on the floor. They were all pristine, though. So no one had died in the bed. Thank goodness.
“Did you eat the owner, or…?” she trailed off.
“We bought the place off them, thank you,” Paz snapped back.
“Holy water?” she squeaked out.
Even if it worked on them, she had no idea where to even get her hands on it.
“Holy water is useless. I mean, unless you want us to drink it? I guess staying hydrated can’t hurt,” Din responded. Then to Paz, “What are we going to do with her?”
“Well, we can’t exactly kill her,” Paz argued. “And we can’t compel her to forget. You saw how hard she fought.”
“We could try,” Din said, tilting his helmet down at her.
Rilne growled.
“I’d cram my boot down your throat if you even tried, you discount jetii,” she hissed, sitting up and reaching for her blade.
Din neatly knocked her back down, making her bounce a bit as she hit the mattress. He swiftly disarmed her, taking her blades and blasters.
“Aren’t you two undead or something?” she asked. “Why does it even matter?”
“Not exactly,” Paz said. “Getting stabbed still hurts.”
“Right,” Rilne said. Then nervously, “So…ah…you two are going to let me go home, right? We can just pretend this never happened.”
Din snorted. Paz tilted his helmet.
“She’s seen too much,” Din said.
“We aren’t killing her,” Paz said with a tone of authority that filled her with relief. So she wasn’t going to die. That was a good start. Time to sweeten the deal. Or at least try.
“I could be useful,” she offered. Their heads turned down at her. “As a hunter, I’m sure I could help you two find food. Uh. I think.” She swallowed nervously.
“Why did you follow us?” Paz asked.
“I thought you two were trying to run spice on the side or something,” she admitte. “I wanted to make sure I had evidence before I brought it up with Alor.”
Paz exhaled. Din looked to him.
“You know Alor will kill us if she finds out we got caught,” Din said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Paz said.
“Wait, Alor knows that you two are…?” Rilne held her index fingers in front of her mouth area to simulate fangs. The relief from knowing she wasn’t going to be eaten was overwhelming, though her anxiety was still blocking her brain-to-mouth filter. “Is she a vampire too? Or is she a werewolf? Maybe a zombie?”
“I am sick of hearing her mouth,” Din said. “Can we please just eat her?”
Paz exhaled and looked at the door.
“I’ll go talk to Armorer,” he said. “You keep her here and quiet. Do not kill her, please.”
“Aye, Alor’ad,” Din said, as Paz disappeared through the door.
“You are a pain in the ass,” Din said, nudging her with his boot.
Rilne hissed in anger.
“Bite me,” Rilne hissed, unable to stop herself. When his helmet tilted down at her, she realized the sheer stupidity of her words. “Uh…I was joking, by the way.”
Din lowered himself onto his knees, his hands on either side of her shoulders. Shitshitshit. Why did she have such a big mouth?
“Now that is the best idea you’ve had so far,” he murmured. He reached up and trailed his fingers along the side of her face. Din leaned in and sniffed pointedly. “I can smell how wet you’re getting.”
“…what?” Rilne repeated dumbly.
“You smell so fucking good,” Din breathed. “Like sunlight, and warmth…salty like the ocean…you smell like a lightning storm…” He went off, babbling about how good she smelled.
Rilne felt her cheeks turning red as his palms cupped her waist and squeezed. Din buried his face into the crook of her neck, a low groan escaping him. Rilne’s eyes rolled back as she felt his cock grind right up against her pussy. She couldn’t help but to roll her hips against his in response.
“You…you aren’t planning to …uh…actually eat me, right?” Rilne asked.
He sniffed her again.
“I can’t promise that,” Din said. “Not if your pussy tastes as good as it smells.”
One hand cupped her waist.
“Let me have a kiss, please?” Din asked.
Rilne nodded once. A kiss wouldn’t hurt. Or, at least, she hoped it wouldn’t hurt. Who knew how vampires did these things?
“Okay, one kiss,” she said. “Turn the lights off so I can take my bucket off.”
Din hit something on his bracer and the light turned off. Rilne wriggled her bucket off and put it on the floor. Din’s lips crashed against hers and Rilne’s first thought was that he tasted faintly of blood. Her second thought was that he was cold. Not ice-cold, but cold enough to not be human anymore. Her third thought was that he had long shaggy hair. Running her fingers through his locks, she felt that the rest of him was as cool as his mouth. As he started taking her armor off, Rilne lifted a brow, breaking her mouth away from his.
“I thought you wanted only a kiss?” she asked.
“A kiss against your mouth, your neck, your breasts,” he responded as he palmed her breasts.
Rilne moaned into Din’s mouth, arching her back as she felt his cock pressing up against her. Din moved down, lapping at her neck, then her nipple, circling his tongue around her stiffening flesh. Rilne’s breath caught in her throat at the thought of him biting her tit, but he did not. Din settled onto his knees between her thighs as he moved back up, his hand working at his cock. He grasped his shaft, aligning himself with her entrance.
“Din Djarin,” came a low warning from the doorway.
Rilne swallowed and turned to look. Paz was standing there, his arms folded across his chest. Neither of them had noticed his reappearance. Din hissed, baring his fangs at Paz.
“Off,” Paz said firmly. When Din hesitated, Paz spoke again, “Don’t make me tell you a second time.”
Din finally obeyed, retreating to a discrete distance, his cock hard and weeping precum. Rilne almost started sulking until she saw that Paz was removing his armor. Casually, he placed his helmet on the table.
“Rule number one for our kind,” Paz said. “The alpha always gets first taste.”
“Alpha?” she asked.
“I turned him,” Paz said, tilting his head at Din, unzipping his kute. “He answers to me.”
“Oh,” she said. “How - ?”
“You ask far too many questions, Rilne,” Paz said, as he came toward her, his skin a faint shade of blue in the moonlight.
“One more question,” she asked, as Paz crawled onto the bed between her legs. Fuck, he was huge, her brain whimpered at her. Paz rumbled in response, his hands immediately falling to her tits. He squeezed, rolling his hips against hers, sliding his cock against her and coating himself in her slick.
“What is it?” he asked, grasping her wrist in his hand. He turned her wrist over and sniffed along her flesh, his tongue darting out to taste her pulse point. Rilen shivered.
“Is it moonlight or sunlight that makes you sparkle?” she asked.
Paz froze and stared down at her.
“Vampires. Do. Not. Sparkle,” he said. “And we are only sensitive to sunlight. We aren’t going to spontaneously combust.”
Rilne nodded, curiosity satisfied. Paz continued kissing his way up her arm, then to her mouth. The taste of blood was stronger from him, but she found that she kind of liked the sweet coppery tang. She drew back to gasp down some air.
“I’d like very much to fuck you,” Paz said.
“Yes, please,” she responded, her words slurring a bit as his tongue slipped back into her mouth.
When he was finished with her mouth, Paz reached back down to his cock, pressing himself against her aching, clenching core. Locking eyes with her, Paz started to push forward slowly, firmly, parting her walls around him. Rilne howled as he just kept going, his cock uncomfortably thick and cool inside of her. A guttural moan escaped him, his fingers digging into her biceps as he pinned her to the mattress. He jerked his hips forward, forcing his cock even deeper into her, wrenching a strangled noise from her as he found the end of her.
“You are so fucking warm,” Paz breathed. “I’m going to fucking wreck this sweet, tight little cunt. I’m gonna f-fucking ruin you.”
With a shuddering breath, Paz withdrew halfway and thrust back in, sheathing himself with inhuman strength. Rilne sobbed with pleasure as he plundered her body, doing his best to rail her through the mattress. Paz forced her hands up and captured both her wrists in one hand, forcing her to arch her back.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” Paz ordered.
Rilne obeyed, locking her legs around his waist. Paz moaned when he slipped in another inch, filling her until she couldn’t breathe. He resumed his pace, quiet snarls escaping him as he thumbed her clit.
“Do you like this, sweet girl?” Paz asked, “Do you like feeling my cock split you wide open?”
Rilne nodded, her breaths coming in short, uneven pants. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, utterly helpless to do anything but lay there and take whatever he gave her. Paz leaned down, resting his weight on his free hand, and licked along the throbbing pulse in her neck, grinding his pelvic bone into her clit.
All too soon, she felt those familiar throbs deep inside her. Paz sensed her impending orgasm and increased his pace, stroking her clit until she came, her walls fluttering around his length. He followed shortly afterwards, flooding her insides with his cold seed. Rilne almost shivered at the feeling. He pulled out with a wet noise.
Din crawled toward her, on his hands and knees, his eyes locked on her lower parts. Lazily, Paz rolled onto his back.
“I didn’t invite you to join us,” Paz rumbled out.
“Just a taste,” Din said. “That’s all I want.”
Paz smirked in response.
“If you want a taste of her sweet little pussy,” Paz said, trailing off suggestively as he gestured at his turgid cock.
Din obediently crawled toward Paz, his amber eyes half-hooded and unfocused. His tongue flicked out to lap at the underside of his cock, making the older man groan in delight. Rilne watched, her cunt tightening as she watched Din bob his head on Paz’s cock, taking more and more of him in. His movements were confident and relaxed – it was clear he had done this many times before. Rilne joined Din at Paz’s cock, watching as his glistening length disappeared into Din’s mouth.
Din pulled away, gasping down a breath of air, and Rilne leaned in, pressing her lips to the opposite side of Paz’s cock. Cold fingers brushed up against the back of her neck before burying themselves into her hair, resting lightly on her scalp, guiding her along his shaft. Din traced a wet path along the major vein on the underside before engulfing the head of his cock, a noisy slurp escaping him. She cupped Paz’s balls and massaged gently.
“Sweet girl,” Paz rumbled. “Be gentle with those, or I might have to punish you.”
She pulled her mouth away, giving him a hungry look.
“Do you promise?” she asked, squeezing lightly.
Paz moaned, his hips bucking up into Din’s mouth. Grinning, Rilne squeezed a little firmer, and his fingers tightening in her hair to the point of pain. His other hand dropped to Din’s head and pulled firmly. Din obediently swallowed Paz’s cock, burying his aquiline nose into the curls at the base of his shaft. Paz held him there for a few moments, a guttural moan escaping him. When Paz released him, Din rose back up, tears streaming out of his eyes. Then she bit at his hip firmly, earning a surprised noise. He pulled her hair sharply.
“Bite me again and I will reciprocate,” he warned.
“Promises, promises,” she said sweetly, massaging his balls firmly.
Paz responded by pulling Din back down onto his cock. Din coughed and gagged, but Paz showed him no mercy, guiding his pace with his other hand. Paz’s grunts grew louder, almost drowning out the wet sounds of him fucking deep into Din’s throat. Rilne squeezed harder, earning a harsh moan from Paz and a muffled gag from Din. Paz yanked his head off his cock. Din’s hands immediately went to work, stroking his shaft, while Rilne watched and squirmed in Paz’s tight grasp.
Rilne watched as Paz’s abdominals rippled, his hips thrusting in time with Din’s hands, little droplets of precum oozing out.
“Bite me, RIlne,” Paz ordered, yanking her down onto him.
Rilne was sad that she wouldn’t get to see Paz come, but she obeyed him, crawling onto his chest and biting him, digging her nails deep into his anemic flesh. Paz moaned as her blunt canines scraped against his collarbones, leaving behind red marks. Then she moved her way down, nipping sharply at his nipple, her fingers tweaking the other one sharply.
Paz moaned, a wonderful deep growling sound in his chest, his body shivering as he came. Rilne continued biting him through his orgasm. When his fingers loosened in her hair, she turned to look at Din. Paz still had him by the hair, turning his face into the moonlight. Cum dripped down his face, his pupils blown wide open with lust. Rilne crawled to his side and started licking up the pearly droplets on his cheeks, making both men moan in response. Paz released Din and he turned his face against hers, kissing her. Paz gave them just a few moments before pushing her down onto the bed. Paz got to his knees.
“I think you deserve a reward,” Paz said to Din. “You sucked my cock so beautifully.”
“I come to serve,” Din said hoarsely, rolling onto all fours for Paz.
The older man hovered behind him, his hands roaming over Din’s back, tracing each bump of bone and scar tissue. Paz let out an appreciative noise and sat back on his heels. Din stayed on all fours, waiting for his next order, his hips rocking back against Paz’s hands. Paz guided him down into his lap.
“Alright, my sweet,” Paz whispered gruffly into his ear. “Split yourself open on me. Slowly. Wanna hear you moan.”
Din’s head lolled back onto Paz’s shoulder, his mouth twisting in a pleasured grimace, as he lowered himself onto Paz. Quiet moans escaped Din as he obeyed, taking Paz in slowly, inch by inch. At long last, Din took him all the way, his chest heaving. Paz kissed the side of his neck. Then he captured Din’s wrists and twisted them behind his body, pinning him in place.
“Now start moving those pretty hips of yours,” Paz rumbled.
Din obeyed, moving in slow circles. Rilne crawled forward, her hands settling onto Din’s cock. He let out a curse as his pace stuttered. Paz chuckled in response. Rilne timed her strokes with the rock of Din’s hips, listening to his soft, sobbing moans. She trailed wet, open-mouth kisses along his pectoral and his collarbones, reaching up to touch his face.
“Fu-u-uck,” he stuttered out, “Touch me please – just touch m-me – “
Rilne obeyed, tangling her fingers in his long messy hair, tugging lightly at his moans. His hips moved faster, his back arching as he rode Paz’s cock, his head falling back onto the older man’s shoulder. Rilne moved in and bit him, digging her nails into his scalp. He keened, his entire body going stiff.
“Yes,” Din moaned, “Yes!”
Rilne bit him again and again, tightening her hands as she pumped his cock, listening to Din’s sweet cries as he drew closer and closer to the edge. Din’s entire body tensed. Looking up, she could see Paz sinking his teeth into Din’s shoulder. With two more strokes, Din came, coating her breasts and belly in his seed. Din panted harshly for several moments. Paz let go of his arms and curled them forward, capturing him in a sweet embrace from behind. He nuzzled the back of Din’s neck, placing a single gentle kiss there.
“You did good, cyare,” he murmured into Din’s hair.
“Din’s not here right now,” Din responded with a wide grin, his rich voice rough with pleasure. “May I take a message?”
Paz snorted. Rilne backed off a bit to give them space. She reached for her panties and bra.
“And what are you doing, Rilne?” Paz asked lazily.
“Putting my clothes back on?” she asked, pausing.
“You don’t think we’re finished with you yet, do you?”
“You have a long night ahead of you,” Paz said, his eyes glimmering dangerously in the darkness. “A very long night.”
Oh shit.
Alor - Leader
Alor’ad - Captain
Karyai - basically the social room of the Tribe, people eat and socialize here
Shebs - ass
Kute - garments worn under armor
Cyare - beloved