Concubines and Consorts update (Patreon)

As Din lowered himself down onto Bo-Katan, his massive cock throbbing in readiness for her hot opening, he felt Koska grab his manhood and guide it to Bo-Katan. Koska could feel her leader’s juices flowing, soaking her thighs, and simmering red-hot at the point where Bo-Katan could take him. She pressed his tip to Bo-Katan’s soaked womanhood and Din took over, wedging himself into her tightness, feeling Koska’s fingers flutter over his length as it worked its way into her fellow Mandalorian.

“Dank ferric!” Koska gasped from between both their legs. “Din, you have to let me feel this inside of me at least once. And Bo-Katan, if you use him up, I’ll vape you.”

“I’ll have plenty left over for you,” Din assured her. “Now keep tonguing my balls. Your own fucking will be here soon enough.”

Din pushed his way slowly into Bo-Katan, stretching her out, breaking her in, making her relive her first experience with sex. But there was a stark difference from when she’d first lost her cherry. As tightly as her inner walls grabbed hold of Din’s impaling member, there was no pain. Between the wetness from the fresher and her own profuse arousal, they were both slick enough to let him into her velvet passage.

And the more he worked himself into Bo-Katan, the easier it was for Din. He wanted to keep it that way. He measured his thrusts, going a little deeper every time. Even as her eyes pleaded with Din to have all of his cock, he kept holding back, denying her the pain of having his prick entirely buried inside her.

Koska laid her chin down on the bed, lavishing her tongue on Din’s balls and the root of his prick. She could taste the tart wetness of Bo-Katan on his thick member, but she didn’t let herself think about that. Except that maybe if she tasted that wetness more directly, it could be Din really would have plenty left over for her…

“Fuck me!” Bo-Katan bellowed, her mouth buried in Din’s throat, her teeth making fiery impressions on his flesh.

Her legs came up off the bed to tightly wrap around Din’s waist. Now Koska had her chance. Her tongue joined Din’s girthy cock entering into Bo-Katan’s sex. Bo-Katan writhed harder, feeling herself being tasted and knowing it was Koska, while Din rutted more strongly into her, feeling Koska’s tongue slide across his erection as he fucked her comrade-in-arms. He pounded away at Bo-Katan’s lithe body and felt Koska’s tongue lave his engorged scrotum. Everything he felt, everything in him, was driving him to thrust harder into Bo-Katan’s unprepared little pussy.

The girth of Din’s cock and the lapping of Koska’s tongue was getting to Bo-Katan as well. She was caught up in it, intertwined with it, lost in a whirlwind of what was being done to her and how it made her feel. Every thrust Din gave into her burning depths carried her to new heights, rushing her past throbs of lust and pleasure like she was jumping into hyperspace. Pulse by pulse, her cunt was accepting how big his cock was and how hard he was using it on her.

Her womanhood sucked greedily on his member. She had forgotten all about her objective of being bred by this man. She only wanted to come all around his cock and feel his release inside her. Any other considerations were secondary to the sensation Bo-Katan so richly craved.

Koska’s lovely face was awash in the sweat dripping off Din and the juices flowing out of Bo-Katan. She pressed her middle finger into Bo-Katan’s asshole, feeling how it made her thrash more frenetically. And like a predator moving in for the kill on flagging, wounded prey, Din fucked her all the more frenziedly.

His hips surged up and down; Koska simply held her face under his balls now and let them slap lasciviously against her. She hungered to feel his big cock inside her. She wanted it in her mouth as much as her slit. She wanted to suck all the cum out of him until he was drained dry. And she wanted to feel every drop of inside her own satiated body.

Bo-Katan churned violently, feeling her orgasm bearing down on her. It was too soon. She wanted to feel more of Din’s cock slamming into her. She didn’t want to give in so quickly, so easily. Not now, not without bringing Din to climax herself. But even as she tried to will her ecstasy away, it advanced on her unrelentingly.

There was nothing she could do to stop it. She couldn’t even slow it down. It was on her with the same unstoppable ferocity that Din had shown in bringing her to rapture. Her muscles tightened. Her cunt convulsed. Her heels dug into Din’s back while her arms locked around his shoulders, a steel vise holding in the pleasure he gave her.

Din felt the pressure of her inner walls around his thrusting cock, trying to trap it and the delight it held for her. Her folds tightened convulsively around him, again and again, as Bo-Katan unwound her limbs, slapping them down at her sides, thrusting herself up into Din’s relentlessly descending body. She felt Koska’s tongue added to her pleasure, doing its best to overwhelm her further, and perhaps also accept the seed Din had to give her if she came hard enough to elicit his release.

But her thrashing slowed without getting any eruption out of Din. The only thing that burst was Bo-Katan, letting out sighs of contented rapture from the smeared lipstick his kisses had made of her mouth. One last kiss and then her lips could no longer hold to his, her labia eased its grip, and Bo-Katan slid gently into a flood of satiation.

She had never come like that before, so totally, so completely, the feel of it coursing through all of her flesh, entering her as thoroughly as a drug hitting her veins. Din had brought her to the highest peak she’d ever known and with seemingly no effort on his part, not even coming along with her. His lips and tongue had prepared her, then all he’d needed was his prick in her sex to finish her off. As zealous as Bo-Katan had been for this mating, now she was relieved to let him go to work on Koska. She needed to rest.

Din didn’t think so. Bo-Katan had wanted to test him; now he was going to show her just what it meant to be the Queen Consort. He kept pumping into her, kept pistoning into her cunt. Could she take it any longer, having come once already? Din couldn’t bring himself to care.

Koska knew her leader had come, come hard, and she would’ve assumed Din would move onto her. But instead he was still fucking Bo-Katan. Koska’s urge to be bred was keener, more urgent than ever. Yet she stayed quiet, now supine, holding Din’s balls in her mouth even as they jerked back and forth with his thrusts. Her tongue kept licking him. As much as she could tell he wanted Bo-Katan coming for him, and who knew how many times, Koska hoped to persuade Din to at least go easy enough for her to keep sucking his balls.

Koska had seen Bo-Katan in pitched battles, in gruesome tortures, and the redhead had never been as overcome, as expressive, as she’d been when Din got her off. The man really knew his business. Hell, no one had ever made Koska come the way Din Djarin had overwhelmed Bo-Katan. Koska could barely stand to wait for her own turn. She only managed it because, after seeing how Din had brought Bo-Katan to orgasm without even slowing down, she was sure he really could wreck Bo-Katan with still enough in the tank for her.

Bo-Katan’s thoughts were running along similar lines, but her consideration of anything other than her impending climax—her second climax—was interrupted by tingling arousal drawing her back to reality. Din’s thrusting prick was still at work in her cunt, its speed only increasing, and she got wetter and wetter to compensate.

Bo-Katan wailed out: “Kriff! Kriff! Ram it into me!”

And Din kept feeding her his masterful erection, sheathing himself in almost all of her hungry depths, but always holding some back. He didn’t just want Bo-Katan blissed out of her mind on pleasure. He wanted her pleading for more.

And she was very nearly there. Shockwave followed shockwave inside her, Bo-Katan exploding anew every time Din thrust into her. Bolts of lightning virtually covered her and she still hadn’t come—not since the first time, an entire minute ago.

Her whole body responded to his measured thrusts. She forced her hips up as high as they would go, accepting all she could get of Din’s stiff prick. Her feet crashed against Din’s ass and Kosha’s chest, letting them know of the urgency of her need. She reached down to Din’s hips, sinking her fingers into his buttocks, pulling at him, trying to force him deeper inside her. But Din’s detached sense of her state of mind told him not to give into her, not to satisfy all of her overlarge urges, for to do so would be to spoil her.

Instead Din slowed his pace, pulling his lengthy endowment back until only the head was still inside of Bo-Katan. Then he eased it back in, one inch at a time, coursing through folds already warmed and made tender by his passage. She felt each stroke far more intensely than she would’ve if he were using more power. And every time he pulled out of her, Koska’s waiting mouth kissed him clean of Bo-Katan’s juices.

The eyes of his ‘Queen Consort’ were glazed, her mouth half-open. Saliva trickled from the corners of her lips. Din could see from her panting and wheezing that she was on the brink of coming again; it was already too much for her. And that was precisely how he wanted it, with Bo-Katan’s endurance being tested against the precipice. It’d be easy for her to surrender to the explosion of bliss that came with climax. The real trial was to see how long his prospective mate could take this: a moment? A minute? Hours? Because if she was going to give him a strong son, she should at least be able to give him a strong fuck too.

He drew his massive cock out of her yearning sex with a loud slurp. Bo-Katan’s sensual bliss was suddenly lacking; that, more than the noise, popped her out of her contented lasciviousness. What had happened? Where was the delight she’d become accustomed to? Din’s body was still rocking over hers, but all she could feel were the tremors left behind in his absence.

Looking down, she saw what had changed. That magnificent prick that’d had her on the brink of orgasm only a moment ago was now being thrust into Koska’s parted lips.

“Why!?” she demanded of Din.

“It seemed like it was getting to be too much for you,” he replied, not missing a stroke. His powerful member kept plunging into Koska’s sucking mouth, sliding straight into the back of her throat. Even so, there was enough of his length left outside her lips for Koska to grip with both hands.

Something that didn’t stop him from pulling away from Koska, as he had Bo-Katan, and reentering the redhead. In a second, she was right back where she’d started, being overwhelmed by the potency of his fucking.

Her strength was giving out. Bo-Katan heaved up desperately, trying to finish Din Djarin and herself. Din rolled her over onto her side and they thrashed together in an insane tangle. The two flailed wildly, totally abandoned to their pleasure.

Din finally came, pouring a seemingly endless load into Bo-Katan’s twitching cunt. Her body trembled with the strain of his ecstasy. She clung to him, pussy milking and cajoling his spurting cock with her own climax. Then they held each other, sweating and panting, stunned by how violently good it had become.