#thranto au

lil sum sum for any trans thrawn truthers out there 🫡

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not proof read !! bare with me

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NSFW WARNING: oral sex, rimming, lingerie

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Something about Thrawn getting eaten out by Eli for the first time since transitioning; Eli had eaten her out a few times before she socially and medically transitioned, but this time was different. Streaks of steel grey paint her blue-black hair, a beautiful contrast against the indigo of her skin. Her features are still sharp, the definition of refined and aged elegance, all while still maintaining the suppleness in her high cheekbones and slim neck. She has a few more years on her; and the subtle smile lines around the corners of her mouth are proof. But the most important difference is the euphoria of growing into herself. She never had any discomfort with wearing the male-cut uniforms before she retired as Admiral. But then again, she never really had a chance to think about it. There was always a meeting, a battle, plans to analyze… always a distraction from herself.

Years later, here she was. Feeling a level of comfort and bliss in her body that she had never considered possible. A deep ruby-colored bra cups her breasts, and a matching set of panties hugging her hips and ass. She was in love with the set from the moment Eli brought them home from a trip to an Off-World bazaar. The way her eyes lit up as she traced the embroidery with her fingertips was priceless to Eli.

“Do you.. like them as well?” she asks, a rare hint of nervousness in her voice.

Eli doesn’t answer her with words; he finds himself physically unable to. Instead, his lips ravage hers immediately, all teeth and tongue and desperation. The rich colored gloss on her lips smudges against Eli’s salt and pepper stubble as they devour each other, drinking in each other’s mouths and essences. Eli cards his hand through her soft hair, moving his kisses from her lips, to her jaw, then to her pulse point. Her cock has been straining against the silk of her panties from the moment she stepped out of the fresher in her new attire, and Eli hasn’t lost sight of it. He is hungry for it, as always. But tonight, he wants to try something a bit different.

“On your stomach, please. Wanna eat you out t’night,” Eli says gruffly.

Thrawn nods immediately, a soft purple dusting her cheeks and ears. She gets on all fours, looking back expectantly. Eli runs a hand across her exquisite back muscles, which she had kept through her years of consistent training. When his hand reaches her ass, he gives an experimental squeeze; this elicits a soft exhale from her, and a deeper arch in her back.

“Needy girl,” Eli murmurs. He stops stalling, finally, and pulls her panties to the side. Her hole puckers ever so slightly, still beautifully puffy and ready from their eventful night before. Eli licks a long stripe from her taint to the start of her crack, then finally, circled her rim with his tongue. He was hungry. Starving, even. From the moment he woke up, his mind was occupied by the thought of his sweet wife, clad in her new set and trembling with need underneath him.

He eats with the vigor and aggression of a starving man who was having his first meal in days. He needs to taste her. All of her. He wants to ravage and lick and suck her everywhere; her neck, her nipples, her cock, her thighs, anywhere his mouth has access to. She’s the most unique, gorgeous work of art Eli has ever laid eyes on, carved straight from pure marble and rubies. He wants to cherish her forever, wants to make her experience heights of pleasure that she didn’t even know were possible.

“My love, I am— my love, I-“ Thrawn whimpers, her cheek against the pillow.

Eli would respond if he could, but his lips are too busy working at her hole, getting it slick and eager enough to slip two fingers inside with ease. He finds that special spot inside her, and she keens.

“My love, I can’t hold back much longer,” she whines, this time fully in Cheunh. She’s stroking herself vigorously at this point, using a combination of her fist and the pressure against the silk sheets to stimulate her cock.

“Let go. It’s okay,” Eli pulls back to say, before diving right back in.

Thrawn comes so beautifully for him, all gasps and sweet purring against the pillows as she shakes through her pleasure. Her back muscles tense, her thighs taut and strained, her toes curled. Eli watches, hypnotized by the way her plush lips shine, letting out the sweetest little noises. As she reaches the end of her climax, Eli witnesses a rare sight; she smiles. Her usual lack of smiling has nothing to do with her happiness, but simply a custom in Chiss culture, and most likely an unspoken protocol in such a high ranking Imperial official. But here she is, blissed out and satisfied, smiling softly at her husband through curtains of silky hair.

“May I return the favor?” she asks, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

This one will likely turn into somethin real though. Perhaps I'll try my hand at real fic writing.

The bright fluorescent lights cast a stale, migraine inducing haze across the repeating ceiling panels.

Maybe he should have gone into a different profession. Maybe something with animals, he liked animals… but he couldn't handle it when they died, so maybe not. 

He always liked numbers, so maybe something math based- Actuarials? But could he really spend his whole life dedicated to anything other than helping people? He always loved data analytics, but he knew deep down that wouldn’t satisfy him. 

He groaned and washed his face down with his hands, hoping to rub the dark circles under his eyes clean off his face. 

This was gonna be worth it. It had to be. 

He kept repeating this to himself. The only thing keeping his sanity at the moment was the relief that he was currently soaking up. Sure the gurney wasn’t the most comfortable place to take a power nap, but after 27 hours almost entirely on his feet, anything he could lay on would be like a stay at a 5 star hotel.

He allowed himself a deep, calming, breath.

I can do this. 

He had begin to slip to a blissful state, imagining what was possible for himself and his life. He would become a legend, change the course of medici- 

He was rudely pulled from his daydream by a wad of cloth hitting his chest, and he shot his eyes open in shock.

“Vanto! Wake up dude, we’ve got incoming!” A voice shouted to him. 

He shot up, launching himself off the gurney, grabbing the balled up cloth that he now recognized as his lab coat, and chased after his fellow interns. 

After all, maybe he should have just gone into data analytics. Or the military. 

He burst into the bustling ER, doctors and nurses running everywhere, the wails of a siren approaching, monitors beeping. 

“Ay, Vanto!! Over here!! What the hell took you so long? You tryin to lose your spot already? Its the third day!” 

He whipped his head over to see all the other interns already gowned and waiting. No chance he was getting anywhere close to this case.