I'm just here to simp for Thrawn

Thrawn flew straight to the port and you embarked in first class to leave Coruscant to flew through the Cosmos, to arrive in a modern, sleek house in the middle of a forest, near a lake. Thrawn wanted to leave the busy city planet for the Honeymoon, before he has to leave again on his ISD far away from you.

You sigh, appeased and at peace, your cold glass in hand in your negligee, almost ready for the night. If only if you knew Thrawn had gone. He left earlier for 'preparations' without anymore explanations.

You just…

You sigh again.

It's stupid.

But you'd like to know why he didn't took you to bed yet…

You sleep in the same bed, hugging each other, but each of your attempt at deeper intimacy was unsuccessful yet, he simply chuckles in a purr, taking your wandering hands off him.

Is there… Something you aren't doing right? Does he not want you like you want him?

He always was a reserved and modest man, but… You hoped to discover a new side of him on the night of your wedding.

You already had all the pain in the world having him near you all the time you were dating without touching, but having no sex together?

It was pure torture!

You love a respectable and respectful man, of course you do. But you also love to be 'disrespected' in the sheets. And you'd especially love to be 'disrespected' by your Chiss.

He hugs and kisses you freely and lovingly, but each time you think it will go somewhere, he stops it all with a kiss on your forehead and leaves you to your devices, body burning and desires unsatisfied… Yet you felt his hand lingering on your hip, the pad of his fingers barely grazing your thighs, his nose brushing your collarbone.

His breath deepening ever so slightly. And yet…

Of course, you asked him why he hadn't slept with you yet and he gave you a puzzling, all-knowing grin. 'The moment is not right yet.' he simply said.

You're here, willing and married. What better moment does he want?

And here you are, freshly wedded, in an indecent negligee that no one will take off you tonight again, alone in that forest villa, sipping your drink. He promised you that this moment would come and you will meet him like no one else got to know him before. But man, the wait is long and tortuous…

Does he know? Does he know how hard it is to sleep next to him and not be able to be intimate? To just keep your hands to yourself and modestly lay them on his chest? Does he know how absolutely, horrifyingly tempting he is?

He had you waiting the entire dating period, and you thought you'd finally have your thirst quenched on the wedding night!

But no!

He just boops your nose and ask you to be patient and…! And…!

And fuck it!

If he wants to roam the forest all night long for his 'preparations', suit himself! You'll go to sleep in a cute negligee in an overpriced bed and expensive silk sheets all alone and enjoy yourself!

There!

You leave the half-empty glass on the table and turn the light off, heading to bed for a good, repairing sleep.

You've been snoozing for a short moment, all comfy, without a care in the world, when a grave and deep sound resonated in the night suddenly, waking you up in a jump.

You gulp, listening to the now silent night with a beating heart, waiting for something. Anything.

The sounds resonate again, loud and clear, way closer to the house. Dangerously closer.

Horn.

The words of Thrawn resonate again in your mind and now that you hear that sound in an isolated place, all alone without your husband, you can see why he told you to run.

You yelp when you hear the door of the house open and slam. You grab your comlink, eyes fixated on the master bedroom door, trying to reach Thrawn's comlink to warn him… something or someone was here.

Silence. He cut it.

You jump out of bed when your hear steps inside, slow, calculated, stopping right at the bottom of the staircase. You try to open the bay window discreetly but you hit the side table and the vase falls to the ground, shattering into pieces with a loud noise.

The reaction is instantaneous; you hear steps sprinting up the stairs toward your location. You slam the bay window open, hesitating for a split second as you look down from the balcony, but swing your leg over anyway, just as the door of the bedroom opens.

You land heavily on your feet and hands with a 'oof' and book it. You run in the dark, guiding yourself with the moonlight, your feet hitting rocks and roots, but you keep sprinting. Behind you, the thing or person jumped down from the balcony and is on your trail.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

What the hell?

Why did Thrawn bring you here if he knew something dangerous was roaming the forest?

You hear running behind you, getting closer and closer. Whatever is behind, its quicker than you. You suddenly take a sharp turn to disorient it, almost slamming into a tree. But it follows easily. You take the risk to look behind, and the only thing you see is a dark mass jumping at you with two red dots gleaming in the night.

It tackles you, slamming you to the ground with a loud growl that… You recognize?

You open your eyes to the mass hovering above you, panting up and down.

"Thrawn….?" You ask, baffled.

Hands on each side of your head, completely naked, tattoos you never knew about coursing his body, gleaming as red as his eyes. His chest rises up and down heavily while he growls lowly, like a predator.

"Are you… Alright?" You ask, your mind blank.

Did he just chase you all the way here? But why? Why did-

You can't ponder that thought any further as he grabs your negligee and tears it apart harshly, making you yelp in surprise and a it of fear. He loses not a second and presses his mouth on your breast, suckling on your tit, lavishing and lapping at it voraciously. His second hand travels down your naked body south to cup your now exposed pussy. He traces it up and down with his finger, getting acquainted with your anatomy. Your hips buck at the sudden contact, but he holds you down under him, sliding his knee between your legs to keep them open.

You try to calm things down, trying to lift him off you, but he isn't budging an inch. He weighs you down, his tall body keeping you firmly in place. You whine a mewl when his fingers find your clit, and immediately go to work on it. He circles and taps it. He whips it and crosses it, playing with your little bundle of nerves easily.

And your almost years of sexless dating made you really, really sensitive. It has been a while since a man touched you. You touch yourself, obviously, but another person's touch is always so much more electrifying and powerful.

Especially when they know what they are doing. And Thrawn seems to know his stuff pretty well.

He twirls his tongue on your tit, lathering it in his drool with a long deep purr, flicking it with the dart of his flexible, wet limb.

"Thrawn…" You try to appeal to him.

But he seems so out of it, out of his usual composed demeanor. He is drooling, growling, biting, feasting on you. You reopen your mouth to try again but he presses his lips on yours, silencing you in a greedy kiss and appetite you never knew of him. He pushes his tongue inside, meeting and hugging yours tightly. He robs you of all your air, his tongue exploring your warm cavern.

You mewl again when he twists your little clit, your core tightening with wave. He makes it roll between two fingers before slapping it harshly, tensing you up in surprise. You yap in the kiss, making him purr louder.

His tattoos burn bright, letting you appreciate his sculpted physique as they run along his carved muscles, from his neck to his chest, from his fingers to his shoulders, from his ribcage to his loin, even to the tip of his hard cock, leaking on your thighs. His tip, all swollen, is burning red, with his ridges highlighted by the curves of the tattoos, letting you appreciate his full anatomy.

And oh boy… That will be something.

You shake when you feel his fingers leave your clit to your tight entrance, patting it with the pad of his finger, gathering your slick to lather the tight circle of flesh before pushing a knuckle in, making you tense up around him. He bites into your lower lip looking down at you like a predator would its prey. He grazes your gummy spot torturously slowly, caressing it lightly. Like a tease. Like pure torture.

You feel your cunt gaping around his digit as he plays with your nerve, rising the tide, worsening your wetness, making you leak on his hand and your butt. Your inner muscles are thick and swollen, ready for full penetration by your man, but he keeps toying with you in a excruciatingly vexing way.

You hiss when he pushes further, adding a second finger to scissor you wide and well. He explores your depths, no inner wall or sweet spot left unloved or untouched. Your skin heats up, sweat running across your flesh under his tireless body, your vagina spasming around the intruders, but not in a way to push them out.

In a way to pull them deeper.

Thrawn picks up on the hint immediately and starts fingering you nasty style. Here's the disrespect you were craving; he is giving you his all. He fingers you like he has wanted this for an eternity, the wet, lewd sounds of his fingers entering your leaking pussy and your indecent moans resonating in the silent night.

You never knew how loud stuffing a wet pussy could be until right now, that you are surrounded by darkness and pure silence.

It is intoxicating and heady. Your head spins all around as your Chiss bites the crook of your neck, handling you as precisely and mercilessly as any of his military campaign.

"Louder…!" He growls, licking the bitten flesh.

"Wha-Ah!" You ask, getting cut off by the most indecent mewl you ever heard from yourself as he accelerates his fingering, forcing you to dig your nails in his shoulders.

You earn a grunt of pleasure from him, and in your frenzy, you can feel him trying to get his own action by humping his hard, heavy cock on your smooth thigh, smearing his precum on your soft skin, getting what he can here.

You manage to unhook one of your hands from his shoulder to try and grab his shaft and give him some love in return, but he just slaps your hand away with a warning growl.

"But…!"

He cuts you by claiming your mouth again, forcing your hand back on his shoulder, keeping his high pace, thrusting his fingers raw and rough inside of you.

"Let me handle that, Ch'acah…!" He snarls in an unprecedented show of authority over you.

Your core tingles at his sultry, regal voice ordering you like that. That's pretty hot.

Goosebumps travel up your skin all across the board, your thighs shaking and trembling. He parts from you to grab your left thigh and force you to twist your hip so your legs are pressed together to the side, tightening your cunt, adding even more tension to your pleasure, the tides rising again. He angles his own hips to he can push his cock between your thighs, still fingering you hard, placing his thumb on your pearl to add to it all. He manipulates it easily like a joystick from one of his computers, grazing and gliding across it.

You moan and mewl and gasp all around, all of that is too much for you. Your entire body convulse under that heat and your core contracting repeatedly around him as he thrust between your thighs. He pushes down your thighs with his large hand, both squeezing is cock between them, and assuring his clutch on you. Making sure you will not escape his grip any time soon.

Like you wanted to be anywhere else other than in his arms. Sure this… hunt post-preliminaries is not the most orthodox courting method you are used to, but you'd be lying if that did not excite you a bit… Getting your heart pumping, your muscles tensed and hot, teasing your survival instincts.

All of it working their magics to heighten your sensations to sky-high levels.

And with a final push, a last glaze of your pearl, you come undone on his hand, the knot in your core snapping clean. You let out a shout, throwing your head back, toes curling as you squirt on him uncontrollably, your cunt gaping around his fingers

You gasp and pant, the warmth settling down in your muscles as your pussy stops spasming as he slows down his gestures to accompany you down your high.

You gulp, still twitching, your throat dry.

"I'm sorry for… All that…" You present your excuses, feeling your slick dripping out of your swollen pussy lips, trickling down freely.

He doesn't even bother responding, taking out his finger, earning an indignant moan out of you, leaving you furiously empty, and just sucks on his dripping finger. Looking straight into your eyes, daring you to say a thing to his face.

He makes a show out of cleaning his wet hand with satiated hisses, living no pearl of your essence to escape his greedy tongue. Just to prove his point, he laps some more at your sensitive cunt, giving a little flick at your thin-skinned bud with a dark chuckle and swallows it all with a pleased hum.

"Do. Not. Move." He orders with his deep musical voice again, ensuring your total obedience.

Your pussy clench again at his order, craving more of his power on you, to make you totally subservient to his desires and fancies.

He pulls his heavy, leaking shaft out off your thighs and probes your tight entrance with his fat tip, guiding it across your entire slit to mix both your releases. He pushes his tip to your pussy, not to enter, but to add pressure. To tease you mercilessly.

"Please… I never had someone so big before." You admit to him, feeling heat explode on your face.

You guessed ages ago that Thrawn would be a handful to manage with his big stature, but that big? Yeah, maybe it will be hard to work with.

"You'll take it. You'll take everything that I give, Ch'eo Ch'acah." He darkly purrs like a tiger, his red tattoos shining brighter as if they knew what was about to come.

And before you can plead your case, he pushes in, keeping your thighs shut to keep you tight. Your cunt allows him passage, but it doesn't allow him to ram into you. He does not try to. He simply invades your secret temple slowly, to actually make sure your body won't try to keep him out as an instinctive response. He keeps pushing, entering deeper and deeper with his thick girth, splitting you in half, forcing an ungodly whimper out of you.

"This is music to my ears, Ch'acah. Keep chanting for me."

You feel your inner muscles, all thick and fluffy, parting to allow his mass inside, inch by inch. You look down in pure awe, you hips blocking your view, but you can clearly see a bulge slowly appearing, forcing its way in. That's a first for you; you curiously press your hand on it and a shiver of dark desires courses trough your spine as you can feel it travel under your palm.

"Wow." You can only let out, your brain too fucked out to think about any intelligent thing to say.

Thrawn doesn't seem to mind. He seems to enjoy your fucked up brain as is. Like it was his medal of honor, having you cum so hard your mind is just a blank slate for him to carve his fantasies into. What if he managed to give you his own kinks and deviances? Wouldn't that be fun?

It is to him.

Very much so.

You take a deep breath, trying to ease your muscles when finally you feel him poke at your cervix. He closes his shiny eyes with a deep huff, like he was taking it all in too.

You. Around him. Choking him.

At last.

You gulp. You're so stuffed! How is that possible to be so filled by a man? He feels so heavy inside of you.

"Ready?" He asks, opening his eyes, now only a sea of fire, fixing you so intently it makes you feel like you were spotted with your hand in the cookie jar.

"I don't… Know?" And you're not lying.

Are you ready to take him moving? Is it even possible?

He grins meanly at you, satisfied, and slides out, leaving only his tip.

And thrusts back in, in one swift movement. He knocks the air out of your lungs.

You dig your nails in the dirt, grinding your teeth as he starts rutting into you at a fast pace. How your pussy allows him such rhythm is beyond you, but it does. It parts open to allow him deep inside, stretched to its maximum. A mere inch longer and he would have teared you apart. You writhe as he hits your cervix repeatedly.

"So tight, Ch'acah." He taunts you with his lopsided tight grin.

On your hand, you can't do much but just take it. Take what he is willing to offer. And that is a feat! His measurements are not for a mere woman like you. Each thrust ends in a freezing shock coursing trough all your nerves, immobilizing your limbs.

You cannot move a single muscle to save your life while he disrespects you at last. With a hum, he grabs under your hips to tilt them up, sliding his leg under yours for support, while your highest leg almost ends up on his shoulder. You mewl as this increases the forces on your core, and allows him to hit at a new angle, easing the bumps to your cervix.

You try to hold back your moans, annoying Thrawn slightly as he slaps your ass cheek with a disapproving grunt.

"What did I say earlier, Ch'acah?" He rasps.

"So… Sorry." You manage to speak out between mewls.

"I should not have to repeat myself, (Y/n)." He lets you know, lowly in a murmur, sending shivers down your spine, "This is too important to mess with, Ch'acah." He rises proudly to look down at you with his gleaming rubies.

No pupils can be seen. Only burning red. A token of intense emotions in Chiss.

He keeps drilling down into you with this new angle, fucking you like a jackhammer. The wet sounds of flesh hitting flesh, too loud and overpowering. Some minutes ago, your nose was filled with the fresh air of the damp forest, now it is filled with the smell of sex, Thrawn's intoxicating musk, and your sweat. This is dangerously intoxicating.

He plunges deep into you, massaging your inside so roughly its like he tries to carve you out to his measurements, so any other man would only feel disappointing to you. So you can come demanding affection from him and him only.

You whine, feeling the fire in your core growing, and like lava being poured in your veins.

"You strangle the life out of me, Ch'acah!" He praises you lowly, kissing your shoulder so tenderly it gives you whiplash.

How can he kiss so sweetly when he fucks so hard?

How can a man so reverent can screw like a bull in rut and not 'make love'?

The duality of man, you figure.

Or of your Chiss, more precisely.

He changes position again, sliding out to lay behind your back, forcing you on your side, lifting your thigh high to slide back in, giving him access to you neck that he hurriedly nips at, leaving his love mark on your sensitive skin while you beg for him to at least slow down.

To at least leave you time to catch your breath.

But he is not an endlessly merciful man. At some point, he'll take what rightfully belongs to him, and you just have to endure it.

Endure him.

You're not out of it yet.

He slides his arm under your ribcage to grope your bobbing breast and toy with it again. His mouth travels up your neck to your jaw, giving it a light kiss.

"Turn to me, seductress." He demands.

You brace yourself to meet his eyes again and turn to face him. His eyes are fixed with clear intent, but feverish, in the throws of pleasure. Letting you know that he craved it for as long as you did.

As much as you did. If not more.

He captures your mouth again, claiming your breath and sanity. Again, it is infinitely softer than whatever is happening south. He digs his nails into your thigh, keeping you firmly in his iron grip, kneading your breast like a stress ball.

"Woman…" He hisses, "You drive me insane." He reveals dangerously, "Spinning my head around like that. You are a threat."

"Wha-what should I call y… You, then?"You retort, each thrust cutting you short.

"You call me 'yours', and we are even, Ch'acah." He lets you know, deepening the kiss, "Go on…"

"What?" You try to breathe in this madness.

"Call me yours. Go on, Ch'acah. I am all ears…" He whispers like an Incubus in the shell of your ear, making you whimper.

"I…" You gulp, trying to get a hold of yourself, "I love you, my Love..."

He purrs, greatly pleased.

"Ch'eo Chiss. Ch'eo Ch'acah." You try his mother language.

Even if your accent is horrendous and your pronunciation is terrible, he takes it close to his heart, nudging his head into the crook of your neck like a kitten, nuzzling against you.

While he keeps ravaging you like he was using a fleshlight.

Fuckin'… You are exhausted, while he doesn't seem that out of breath yet. How are you going to manage that?

You bit off more than you could chew, and now it's a problem.

He keeps hitting hard and true at each sweet spot a woman has to drive her up the walls, working you open so mundanely it is… Disrespectful. Again.

You manage to giggle at your silliness. You wanted it, you have it. Now you have to deal with it.

Deal with your husband who rocks you like a sex fiend. Isn't it all woman's dream, after all?

To have a God in bed?

You lay your head on the ground, letting him pursue his never ending assault on your poor flesh, burying himself into you. Drooling on yourself, your clit throbs, and your cunt palpitate, fluttering around his erection.

Each breath burns your lungs and your body is flaming, drenched in sweat, goosebumps all over and your core pulsing around him.

"I can feel your heartbeat through my tip, Ch'acah. It is delectably…"

"…Lewd?" You ask with a breathless voice.

"Indeed. Lewd." He lets it roll on his velvet tongue, "I feel you close, do not faint on me now." He orders again, "Come and give me a child, Ch'acah."

Your pussy is convulsing around his shaft, the well known warmth of an orgasm starting to wash over you, like a tsunami looming over you. His thrusts are now erratic and his hips seem to jolt, close to his own release too.

And with a few final pumps, pushing you into an infernal crescendo, he buries himself to the hilt and you propels you both beyond the arcanas of pleasure. You scream his name into the confidence of the forest, your back arching against his wide chest, as your eyes are blinded by fireworks.

The tsunami reaches the shore like galloping horses, ravaging everything in its wake, drownings you in a dark abyss where you are embraced by flaming hot darkness. Only the hug of your husband allows you to keep breathing under water and keeps you sane in this madness.

His hips jerk and he unloads inside of you, painting your cunt in white, spilling his creamy seeds deep into your core. You feel your pussy undulating around him like a dance, kneading and milking his cock dry of every drop, just to greedily swallow it all.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck to silence his long growls of pleasure, teeth clenched shut, his grip tightening around you as his tattoos turned pure white. You feel him quivering inside of you lazily, finishing to spill his semen as he sucks in a sharp breath.

Your body finishes convulsing before going limp in his arms, slouching on the dirty ground, while you gasp for air.

You both remain still and silent, catching your breath, hugging tight.

"Oh my Maker…" You pant, "It's over…"

"Is it?" He asks, sounding genuinely surprised.

You frown and realize that… He didn't go soft inside of you. He still feels rock hard and tense, ready to pounce again.

"I, uh… Just let me catch my breath, I beg of you…" You almost lament.

He presses himself tight to your back, wrapping both his arms around you with a light purr.

"I can do it gently, you will barely notice it." He kisses the back of your neck, licking the salt off your sweaty skin.

"If I can sleep then… Do whatever you want…" You allow him.

"You make dangerous promises, Ch'acah. You do not know what I truly crave." He chuckles darkly.

"I just had a good sample…" and you close your eyes.

Letting Darkness take you.

You wake up in a gasp, disoriented.

You are… In the villa? In bed? Naked.

You turn towards Thrawn's side, and discover him sleeping soundly on his stomach, his arm lazily wrapped around your waist.

As naked as you are.

You lick your lip, hesitantly, looking at you sleepy husband with curiosity. He usually comes to bed after you, and wakes up before you, so you never catch hims dozing off like that. He looks so handsome and cute, his expression appeased and relaxed.

You poke his cheek two time, giggling at his muscle twitching. He just looks so gorgeous like that.

You go to leave the bed, but as you sit down you let out a winced whimper, instantly waking your Chiss up.

"Are you alright." He asks, taking support on his elbow.

"Yes." You reassure him, "I'm just very sore."

He considers you in silence, sulking.

"I was too brutal, last night." He simply says, "I am sorry. It will not happen again."

"I…" You try before closing your mouth, biting your tongue. You sigh and resume, "I did not dislike what happened last night, you know…? We can do it again… If you want? The brutal and all…" You reveal him.

He looks at you disconcerted, if not worry for your sanity.

"You enjoyed it?" He asks, suspicious.

You shrug.

"It was... A lot. It was a lot, but it was also thrilling and exciting? I don't know, I did like it, I think."

He seems to compute the idea, even if he does not look too sure.

"I just do not want you to-"

"Oh my Maker, Thrawn!" You explode, lunging at him to shush him, "It was great! It was fun, stop over-analyzing everything!" You beg him to put his big brain on pause and just enjoy the present moment.

He circles your shoulders to hug you tight, kissing the top of your head.

"Alright, I believe you, Ch'acah."

"Good. Now stop sulking! I'm a big girl, its just a sore."

"At your command, Ma'am."

You nudge your face in his wide pecs to enjoy this lazy morning with him for once. You rise your head when he chuckles lowly.

"What?" You wonder.

"Nothing. I just remembered that Admiral Ar'alani once told me I over-analyzed everything too and that would lead to my downfall. I just thought that could lead to our divorce, and that would truly be the end of me."

"Yes! If you keep exerting that beautiful brain about unimportant things off-hours, I'll drag your sorry ass to court to serve you the divorce papers!" You playfully chastise him, "Just say what I tell you and relax, love."

He simply purrs, pressing his cheek on the top of your head, embracing you tight, appreciating those rare hours of true freedom with his newlywed wife and Ch'acah.

"Thank you for waiting, Ch'eo Ch'acah, and let me do it on my cultures terms." He praises, lowly.

"The chasing, tattoos and hard fuck? Yeah, you're welcome." You snort, already dozing off in his arms.

"We have specific mating rituals, and not everyone would have accepted to go thought it. But you did it, and greatly. You are perfect for me…"

"Are you alright?" He asks with his grave voice, turning his burning jewel at you.

"Yes." You lie.

You don't want to get into an argument right now. This is not the time. Not the place. Not the good person…

"Smile. There will be paparazzi there, I can't be seen with a brooding partner. Especially you."

"What do you mean by 'especially you'? What is that supposed to even mean?"

He sighs in turn, frowning.

"As a cross-species couple, we have to show unity to the rest of the Ascendancy. If they can find a modicum of a disagreement they will descend on us like vultures. And if you thought us dating was hard before, we will never survive them."

"But there are disagreement, Thurfian." You remind him, looking at him sternly.

You look at each other for a second before he shakes his head and readjusts his collar.

"Do not bring that up again. The argument is over and behind us." He tells you.

No.

Orders you.

You tsk under your breathe.

You love Thurfian, you truly do, but… He is hard to love.

He is hard to please and satisfy, and he is not innocent in your argument either, despite his holier than thou attitude.

He was that close to annihilate your heart last time. You don't even know where you found the strength to forgive him for his cheating, and sometimes you wonder if you even did forgive him at all… Yet here you are. Adorned in a rich dress and expensive jewelries to appear at a private soiree of the Upper Crust of Csilla as his official partner.

Not official 'First' partner.

You managed for him to drop that 'First' rank. You will be the only one or you'll leave.

It angered him that you demanded him to abandon his Patriarch right to plural marriages. He went head to head with you, there was a booming voice on his part, and tears in your own. Then a silent apology as a tight hug in bed the following night.

He then accepted to discuss it seriously, trying hard to not get angry at you, and really argue his position.

But you were not budging. You accepted to return to him on the promises that there won't be anyone else than you, for ever. He had to swallow the pill. He was moody for a month before finally wrapping his head around the idea, and agreeing to drop that 'privilege'.

You hugged tight, relieved to have found common ground, and tried since then to rebuild healthy boundaries and trust.

He had you delete all your Chiss ex from your comm and he had to delete his. Well… Not all. Some of them are wealthy partners of the Mitth family and he can't have them drop the family like that. Some of them were counting on a marriage with your Chiss to solidify their own power and wealth.

And then the little human woman appeared with tears in her eyes and a pout, and all that well oiled machine suddenly shrieked shut.

You endangered a lot of very, very profitable deals for the Mitth by asking Thurfian to stop seeing these women. He fought, but relented, before agreeing.

Rapidly.

Too rapidly…

You bite your thumb's nail.

He cut the affairs with those wealthy female patrons and sponsors a bit too quickly to your taste, which give you the harassing thought that maybe, just maybe, he was not keeping his word.

Maybe he is not seeing them as prospect future wives, but simply as mistresses behind your back. Keeping the sex and the deals secured, before returning with a regal and holy attitude to you, waiting like a clown for your Chiss to come home, wondering where he is at this hour.

No.

No do not think that.

You have to trust in him.

Trust that he is true to his word, and loyal to you, like he promised.

You want to… You have to believe it, or…

"Here we are. Do not forget to smile, Ch'acah." He demands, opening his door to blinding cameras flashes and microphones, journalist swarming him.

He evades them with elegance, his regal attitude keeping them at a respectable distance while he skirts the car to open your door and offer you his hand. You gulp, but you take it, putting on a front of a happy woman in front of the cameras.

They circle you, taking photos, recording you, pressing mics at your faces, demanding answers as to why Patriarch Thurfian seemingly got rid of all his potential prospects.

Well, fuck you, you guess… News travel really too fast to your tastes here.

"Patriarch Mitth'urf'ianico? Just a word, please."

"There is no word to give. I am here to enjoy myself with my beloved Ch'acah, and spend a relaxing soiree with friends. Good evening to you all." He responds with a plastic smile, not missing to grab your hand on his arm to squeeze it for the cameras when he said 'beloved Ch'acah', before forcing them to break their circle with a confident stride and you enter the building, free of paparazzi.

You sigh out loud, trying to relax your shoulders after that stunt.

"Stay on your toes, Vutucni, we are not done. We have to face our 'friends'." He reminds you, getting rid of his expensive coast, mindlessly throwing it in a random maid's arms.

"… Wonderful." You grouse, "Why did I agree to come here, again?"

"To show a united front." He reminds you a bit harshly, dusting your shoulder and readjusting your collar, "You wanted me for yourself, we have to justify it to all the others."

That punches the air out of your lungs. So it is your fault now?

Scandalous!

He extends his arms at you, but you don't take it, frowning.

He tssks, snapping his head at you.

"I can't do it all alone, (Y/n). We are in it together." He states coldly.

You breath trough your nose, but relinquish, wrapping your hand around his arm.

"Better."

And you enter the rich ballroom.

You remains silent most of the time, letting Thurfian do the talking and presentations to his 'friends' and colleagues. You just smile and be pretty at his arm, like an eye candy, only talking if directly addressed, but people prefers to hear the Patriarch's opinion rather than his little pet's.

Right up until-

"Patriarch Thurfian, what a surprise!" A feminine voice you recognize well, too well, rises behind you.

You freeze.

Horrified.

What is she doing here?

"Medaewda, how are you, my friend?" Thurfian still turns, a grin on his face.

You feel your blood evacuate your head.

Why? Why is she here?

Did he knew she would be here?

"Who is it with you, Patriarch?" Her voice rings at your ears uncomfortably, "Is that…? Oh."

You gulp, and turn to her, with the best smile you can muster, but you're afraid it only looks like a grimace. With horror, you realize that she brought some of here friends too.

Friends you'd love to forgot.

"Hello, miss." She huffs her cig with a falsely polite tone.

"Hi… Miss." You return her platitude, begging for the floor to swallow you.

She clicks her tongue, before turning to your man, with an affable smile this time.

"So? Going monogamous, I heard?"

"Love makes men do crazy things." He retorts, grabbing your hand forcefully.

"Its such a shame, really…" She laughs, "You were such a bachelor, Patriarch. You made hearts swoon all around."

"Do not flatter me outside of work hours, please." He chuckles genuinely.

Genuinely…

You want to puke.

"Well, I hope we will able to keep… Cordial relationships despite it all." She continues, pressing her hand on his chest.

You feel ready to faint.

Or punch a bitch.

"I do not see why not." He agrees, not taking her hand off him.

"I'll go freshen up."

"What?" he turns to you with a frown.

"I am boiling in here, I'll… I'll go rest in a guest room."

"Alright. Do not faint on me, understood?" He tells you, releasing your hand.

"No…" And you rush away, hugging yourself.

Why are they here?

Did he knew?

Did he planned this? But why?

To keep his fun? To humiliate you? For having him stripped of his Patriarch privileges?

You rush out the ballroom, hitting some people with your shoulder, presenting your excuses barely loud enough as you speed away.

You enter a guest bedroom and head straight to the bathroom to splash water on your face to calm down. You take deep breathes, finger coiled around the white washbasin, your shoulders rising up and down.

You sigh, releasing your hair of its bound that pulls on your head uncomfortably. You cut the water and head out slowly, you throw your shawl off on a chair and head to the bed, slamming you face first into the pillows, swallowing your tears.

You hug a pillow tight, recoiling over yourself, letting your tears flow in the end.

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"Thurfian ? I brought you…" You pass the door and stop dead in your tracks.

Thurfian has his head thrown back, slouching on his armchair, moaning, as a woman is bobbing her head up and down on him…

The air is punched out of your lungs.

"Ah…! Ch'acah…" He realizes you're here, but does not care, "Drop it on my desk…!"He grunts, in the throws of pleasure.

"Wha… What?!" You scream, out of yourself.

This time, they both turn to you, with puzzled looks.

You remember her! Hame'daew'dara! A sponsor of the Mitths!

"… Is there a problem?" He demands, displeased to have his pleasure interrupted.

"Is there a problem? Is there a problem?! I don't know, you tell me, Thurfian!" You shout, throwing the folder at his face.

He evades with a hiss, turning to you imperially and furiously.

"What is wrong with you, woman?!"

"You cheat on me, and you dare ask me what is wrong?! What is she doing here, sucking you off?!"

"She's my third partner?" He looks at you like you are just crazy, or simply dumb.

"Third?! Because there is a second one?!" You are enraged.

He played you well. Really.

"Calm down, swee-" She tries, but you cut her.

"You don't get to speak, homewrecker! Thurfian, why…? I… I thought you loved me…?" You feel tears rising and despair tightening your throat.

"I do. I-"

"Forget it!" You slam your foot on the ground, cutting him too, "Forget my comm number!"

And you rush out of his office…

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You open your drowsy eyes from your nap, as you hear the knob of the door opening, laughs right behind.

Thurfian enters, a glass in his hand, laughing loudly with people around him.

"I leave you for the night, my friends." His words are slurred like he is drunk, signaling them not to cross the threshold of the room, "I must return to my one and only love."

Your fist tightens around your collar as you hear boos from the crowd. Clearly, you are the only one who wants that arrangement. Not even witnesses want to empathize with you… You raise in a sitting position, almost like you would puke.

He closes the door with a happy sigh, opening his collar and finishing his glass.

"Hello, my love." He muses leaning forward to kiss your cheek, indeed reeking of alcohol, hugging your shoulders.

You don't respond, letting him do as he wish, coping with your reality. He wobbles, more gracious than any other drunk you ever saw, to the bathroom as you hear the water being drown.

You remain still. Taking it all in. Slowly.

He reappears, having abandoned his rich and heavy tunic, robes in the bathroom, leaving himself in his black pants. He leans against the doorframe, looking at you amorously, his cheeks slightly purpled by his previous drinks, smiling in his drunk stupor.

"What?" You ask, not even looking at him, eyes fixed on the door.

"Nothing. I love you." He hums again.

"… What did you do out there?" You ask, gulping with your throat dry.

"Lots of discussion, some drinking, some dancing. A bit of fun and lots of politics." He approaches.

"Hmm…" You simply respond, mind drifting away.

Discussing? With them?

Drinking? With them?

Dancing…?

You gasp when you feel him suddenly upon you, hugging your shoulders and waist, pushing you into the mattress. He purrs out loud, kissing your neck and collarbone, pulling on your collar to gain access to your skin.

You gulp, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

You let him do as he wishes, and then what?

You stay together?

You leave? To go where? With whom?

Can you even survive Thurfian's absence? You were such in a bad state when he asked you to return with him. Back then, you thought you were on the same wavelength, wanting the same thing.

But you wanted to be exclusive, while he wanted extracurricular couples activities…

Did you ever met eye to eye even once?

Did you…?

"Mmmmh, why aren't you undressing for me, Ch'acah?" He asks, kissing your cleavage, kneading your bosoms over the fabric.

"… I want to leave.

"You can leave the room once we are done, Vutucni." He purrs, kissing and lapping at your breast though the silk, "But I'd prefer you stay, my love…"

"No… I want to leave you." You realize it fully as it leaves your mouth.

He freezes.

"What?" He asks darkly.

"I want to leave… To be free of you…" You gasp, the first sobs upon you.

He rises to loom over you, his long hair cascading him his shoulders and framing his gorgeous face.

"What are you saying?" He asks, suddenly perfectly sober and lucid all of a sudden, his red eyes gleaming dangerously.

"I can't continue like that…!" You break down, hands pressed to your eyes, shaking, "I can't keep worrying sick that you may return to them…! That you won't keep your words…! And betray me again…" You sob hard, throat painful.

He remains silent, looking at you stricken and… Indignant.

"What do you mean I will not 'keep my words'? What do you reproach me exactly, (Y/n)?"

"Did you know?" You gasp, "Did you plan on them being there? Did you want to see them?"

"No." He sternly responds,"I knew they might be there, but I did not count on it. This was not a Mitth soiree that could have demanded their presences." He explains slowly, but surely, "Their presences here were coincidental."

You cry, chest rising up and down as you gasp for air, litterally bowaling your eyes out.

"Vutucni. Vutucni listen to me…" He tries to take your hands off your eye, but you resist, "Vutucni!" He raises his voice, freezing you in a shiver of stupor, "I did not plan it. I swear it to you. I did not intend to meet them tonight. Do you understand?" He tells you coldly, pushing your wrists into the mattress on each side of your head.

"But you stayed with them." You sob, "You danced with them… And the Maker know's what else…"

"Did I?" He demands haughtily, before lying on you, his hand wrapping under your head to force your nose gently in the crook of his neck, "Can you smell their perfume on me, perhaps?"

You whine and sniff.

You don't smell their perfumes. Only his cologne, musk, and alcohol.

"Can you?" He insists.

"…No." You admit, gulping.

He hisses lowly, keeping your head in place as to make you understand clearly and irrevocably that he kept his word and did no betray you. You try to push him off you but he keeps you tighter.

"You do not get to escape me after slandering me, woman." He grunts lowly in your ear, "I gave you my word, and at the first occasion you turn your back on me? I shared a single conversation with those women and left them. What more do you want from me?"

You hiccup, tears rolling down your human skin.

You want to believe him, you want to… But you're afraid you will always has that lingering doubt, that harassing doubt that will always have you double take everything your Chiss says.

Why would he truly abandon that right for you?

"Answer me, (Y/n)." He loses patience.

"I don't know, okay?! I don't know!" You explode, managing to lift him up off your chest, forcing him to hover you, "I just… I don't know…"

He considers you in silence, before sitting down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, brushing his mane back with his fingers. He lets his hand fall on his knee with a weary expression.

"You're not budging about that? Aren't you?" He asks, looking at the door in turn.

You gulp, pressing your knees to your chest.

"No…" You admit.

You will be the only one, or you couple will cease. And that, no matter how powerful Thurfian is as a Patriarch and individual, will never change your mind.

"I see…" And he stands up, returning to the bathroom, closing the door on him.

You whine, body shaking by sobs, your tears rolling into the pillows, with your mascara.

He returns, way quicker than you expected, holding something as he gets back closer to the bed.

"I was holding it for tomorrow, but it is urgent." He simply says.

And…

He drops on one knee.

You look at him wearily. Silent. Cautious.

He brings his hands forward, opening a little expensive box.

Revealing a ring.

Your eyes travel from the ring to his face several times, at a loss for words.

Is he…?

He gulps, uncomfortable.

"If this is not how you human proceed, tell me now, or…"

"Thurfian, are you…?"

"Proposing? Yes I am." He agrees, completing your own sentence, "This is how you propose in humans customs, correct?"

You receive it like a punch to your sternum. Your heartbeat speeds up. You think you are about to have a panic attack.

"Thurfian…? Are you… Crazy?"

"Maybe."

You press your hands on your face with a squeeled whine.

"Is that a positive response, or…?"

"I can' marry you if you don't promise me to stay faithful, Thurfian…" You tell him, "I could not survive thay again…"

He seems to wince.

"Technically, all the spouses are faitthful to each other in a Chiss plural-marriage, but that not here nore there." He explains before putting his pride expression and tone back on, "Vutucni, if being monogamous is the only way for me to keep you at my side and call you mine, then so be it."

"…Really? Do you mean it?"

"Yes."

"You're not lying?"

"If I am, you'll be free to leave with half of my personal Estate."

Oh, that's enormous.

"You swear nothing happened tonight? And never again?" You ask, almost hopeful.

"I swear it to you, Vutucni." He promises, allowing himself a tight grin, "I want a future with you, reigning on the family at my side. I want a children with you. I want to grow old and grey with you."

You snort through your remaining tears.

"You'll bury me, silly…." You gulp, taking back control of your breath.

"Then I'll take care of you until our last day together. If you allow me…"

You consider him. kneeling, his fingers holding the ring with the precious stone, red eyes gleaming with hopes and confidence in the future, holding his breath for your response.

Should you?

Should you not?

"… Alright." You smile.

He lets out a breath of relief and gently grabs your hand to put the ring. He even knows on which finger, without any hesitation. You contemplate the ring, at a loss for word.

"Is that Nyix?" You side-eye him with a grin.

"I can't hide anything from you." He smirks, arms crossed on the bed, head resting on them as he admires you with your new ring.

You look at it again, biting your lower lip.

"Can I write in your vows that you will stay monogamous with me?" You ask him.

"Can we skip that part?" He winces.

You frown, hurt.

He chuckles.

"I am playing, Vutucni. I'll write it in my vows if it may ease your mind." And he leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose with a purr, holding your face carefully.

You pout.

He brushes his nose tip to yours with a smile, before hugging you, pressing his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deep in his lungs.

"Let me dry those tears for good, Ch'eo Ch'acah." He promises with a sultry voice, "Your scent drives me up the wall."

"What about my scent, you silly?" You ask, hugging his shoulders, a hand coming to caress the back of his head tenderly.

"It it is heady… You smell so fresh, I want to devour you up."

You bite your lower lip, hesitantly.

"Can't we just hug tonight?" You propose.

He parts from you.

"I had in mind to give you a baby, tonight." He pouts.

This time you laugh.

"Tomorrow night, Ch'eo Ch'acah."

"Promise?" He squints, his eyes'light harshening with vivid interest.

"Promise."

He sigh with a sorry smile and press his face to your collarbone, hugging you tight.

"I appreaciate you calling me yours…" He purrs making himself comfortable on top of you.

He cages you under his taller body, shielding you from the rest of the world.

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"You smile so blissfully, Ch'acah." He notes, taking a sip of expensive tea.

You spent the whole night in each other's arms and now you share breakfast in the hotel particulier with the rest of the night who spent the night here too.

You do smile, eyes fixed on the ring, admiring it joyfully.

Maybe a bit naively.

You catch a sight of Medaewda in the corner of your eyes.

And she does too.

She immeditely approaches your new fiance with a bright smile and a calculated cleavage.

"Patriarch!" She hums, a hand on his shoulder.

He doesn't look at here, keeping his eyes on his questis to follow the laters news.

"Take off your hand." He says.

" I had hope to… Excuse me?" She asks, her the side of her smile twitching.

"Take.Off.Your.Hand.Medaewda." He articulates colder.

She frown, but takes it off.

"What's gotten over you, Thurfian?"

"It is Patriarch Thurfian to you. I am enjoying a meal with my newly betrothed, and we would appreciate being left in peace."

She looks at you furiously, and you can't help but show off the ring with a satisfied little smile.

"Suit yourself!" And she walks away fuming.

You let out a breath, relieved that she left it at that. For now…

"Will it be okay? For future negotiations, I mean." You turn to your Chiss.

"I can manage her no problem. Worry not."

"Okay. I trust you, Thurfian."

He smirks, checking his feed of news, while you return to the contemplation of your ring.

That is when you notice something engraved so thinly it is barely visible.

You squint.

'To my one and only, forever yours'