This is the Way (The Mandalorian) (Patreon)

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Themes: Threesome, Alien Sex, Rough Sex

Summary: Based on this image. After the end of S2, Bo-Katan challenges the Mandalorian for the Dark Saber in the ancient ways of their people... which when it's between a man and a woman, obviously means a sex fight. Needless to say, she loses. And then she and Reeves 'lose' too. Bo-Katan is forced to call in a ringer, a certain Jedi she knows. Ahsoka really isn't sure how she got dragged into this, and she's starting to suspect that Bo-Katan's explanation of Mandalorian rites is complete bullshit... but she also can't really bring herself to mind. 

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Ahsoka Tano was well aware that she’d grown up sheltered and altogether naïve to the ways of the universe and its myriad of worlds and peoples. Most Jedi ultimately had. Theirs was a closed off existence, and over the years since the fall of the Order, Ahsoka had had a lot of time to contemplate where it all went wrong. Given she hadn’t been a Jedi anymore even before the Order fell and the Empire rose, she’d not been inclined to shy away from the cold, hard truth.

That all said, she’d had an entire lifetime since leaving the Jedi Order to learn the way the galaxy really worked. She’d met so many different people, gotten into and out of some serious scrapes and jams. Decades later, having spent more of her life as an Ex-Jedi than as a Jedi, Ahsoka Tano considered herself fairly well-traveled, and far from the sheltered and naïve brat she’d once been.

… The only problem was, the Togruta’s experience with Mandalorian culture was limited to the handful of Mandalorians she’d worked with extensively. Sabine Wren was one such Mandalorian… and Bo-Katan Kryze was another. So, when the latter had called her in for some sort of challenge, Ahsoka had answered the call. They were old comrades, after all.

Still…

“I-I’m not… entirely sure w-what the point of this, a-ah, is…”

Looking at her, Bo-Katan gives Ahsoka a smile that’s probably meant to be encouraging.

“This is the way, Ahsoka. You can do this. You just have to outlast him.”

‘Him’, in this case, being the same man that Ahsoka had encountered on Corvus. Din Djarin was this particular Mandalorian’s name, though apparently things had happened since Bo-Katan had sent him to Corvus to find her in the first place. Not only had an actual Jedi come along and taken Grogu off of Din’s hands, but the Mandalorian Warrior had also won the Darksaber in battle from Moff Gideon.

Now, the story behind Bo-Katan losing the Darksaber in the Great Purge of Mandalore was one full of heartbreak and tragedy. How Moff Gideon had gotten his hands on it, Ahsoka knew not, only that Bo-Katan would stop at nothing to retrieve the weapon and reinstate her claim to Mandalore, especially now that the Empire was gone, and her people had a chance to regain some of what they’d lost.

… Or so Ahsoka had thought, because when Bo-Katan had called her in for this challenge, Ahsoka quickly found out that the red head had already lost her own challenge to the new Mandalore, Din Djarin. And that that challenge had apparently taken the form of… sex?

Ahsoka was no stranger to sex. As previously stated, she’d lived longer as a non-Jedi, at this point. She’d had sex before. But… never like this. As the Mandalore’s impressively thick cock pushes up into the Togruta’s anus, she can’t help but whimper and squirm upon him, her orange tits jiggling slightly with her movement.

“You must not show weakness, Ahsoka! He’ll capitalize on it!”

And there Bo-Katan was, in full support of what was happening. When had… when had her old comrade become so positively l-lewd?! Ahsoka couldn’t say for certain that Bo-Katan was bullshitting her, because Ahsoka’s understanding of Mandalorian culture was somewhat limited, but given her previous experience with Sabine, she was pretty sure this was NOT the way things were done.

Yet, Bo-Katan had been rather convincing, telling her that in the ancient ways of their people, if the challenge was between a man and a woman, then the battle was to be sexual in nature. And that was one thing… b-but why did it have to be Ahsoka’s ass?!

When she’d asked, Bo-Katan had been quick to explain that if Ahsoka gave in, if the Togruta surrendered and begged for it, then her sex would be plundered and filled with the Mandalore’s seed. Until then, all she had to do was endure his cock in her ass, make him cum, and she would… win?

The thing was, Ahsoka didn’t even WANT to be Mandalore. But Bo-Katan had already lost, and then she and her comrade Reeves had even convinced the new Mandalore to let them tag-team him and had somehow both lost as well! It boggled the mind, but Ahsoka might be Bo-Katan’s last chance. And so here she was, impaling herself on Din Djarin’s cock as the Mandalore, naked except for his ever-present helmet, holds her by her hips, his cock throbbing inside of her ass as inch after inch disappears up into her.

“F-Force he’s big. This is… a-ah, this is unnatural…”

Bo-Katan just nods solemnly, watching where they’re joined together with a dusting of red across her cheeks.

“Indeed. It is unnatural, how good the Mandalore is at this. You will need to draw upon every scrap of your Jedi training to defeat him, Ahsoka.”

And there was another thing! Why did Bo-Katan have to be here for this? And why was she naked?! Sputtering, Ahsoka shakes her head as she grits her teeth.

“N-Not a Jedi! Haven’t been for m-more than half my life! You, nngh, k-know that!”

Fuck, he was halfway inside of her by this point, at least. H-Had to be. And so big… who knew it would feel like this in her ass? She’d never… never done anal before. She-

“A quarter of the way now, Ahsoka. You can do this!”

Bo-Katan’s words of encouragement make Ahsoka’s face fall, and her eyes widen. Din Djarin’s sudden tightening of his grip on her hips, meanwhile, causes her to tense and stiffen as his own modulated words reach her through his helmet.

“Let’s speed this up.”

He proceeds to SLAM her the rest of the way down his cock, an experience that should have been intensely painful and agonizing… if not for the insistence of one Bo-Katan Kryze that they clean and lubricate Ahsoka’s back door before this… challenge. Instead of tearing something, the Togruta woman is treated to the sensation of being fuller than any point in her life, as her lubricated, but still insanely tight back door is split open on the Mandalore’s entire cock.

The squeal of surprise and shocked pleasure that exits Ahsoka’s lips is embarrassing to say the least, and Bo-Katan looks somewhat ashamed on her behalf, biting her lower lip and touching herself as she watches Ahsoka shudder upon the Mandalore’s fat prick. While she doesn’t cum right off the bat, thankfully, it’s a very near thing.

“Oh my… I don’t… I don’t think you’re going to last, Ahsoka.”

Still trying to catch her breath, Ahsoka can’t quite get out her response of ‘Y-You don’t have to sound so excited about it!’. Instead, she’s too busy gasping and mewling and whimpering as Din Djarin uses his grip on her hips to bounce her up and down on his lap. One of her hands goes back and ends up clutching at his helmet to hang on for dear life, while the other grabs at his thick, burly arm.

The Mandalorian male is nothing if not big and strong, to say the least. No clue if he’s handsome, given his insistence on the helmet always staying on, but he’s certainly got muscles in spades, and his big fat cock is currently ravaging Ahsoka’s ass in a way the Togruta didn’t know was possible.

When Din lifts his hand off of her hip for a moment and snaps his fingers in Bo-Katan’s direction, Ahsoka doesn’t register the movement at first, too busy trying to keep herself under control through the onslaught of unexpected pleasure. But when Bo-Katan is suddenly right in front of her, kneeling down between Ahsoka’s splayed legs, and plying her naked, wet pussy lips with her fingers… then, the Togruta registers it.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“I’m sorry, Ahsoka, but he is the Mandalore. As a defeated challenger, I am sworn to follow his orders. And given your status as an Ex-Jedi and Force User… well, it was decided that I would assist my Mandalore.”

As Bo-Katan leans in and begins to eat her out, Ahsoka comes to an inescapable conclusion. She’s been fucking had. There’s a huge fucking Mando cock buried in her ass, while a Mando tongue drives into her sopping wet pussy. Her core is overwhelmed with pleasure, and Ahsoka’s mind is on the fritz, but she understands one thing for sure… this is a fucking sham!

“Y-You fucking c-conniving Mandalorians…”

Bo-Katan’s eyes flicker up to meet hers for a moment, but the red head doesn’t stop eating her out. Din Djarin is the one who actually responds, the helmeted Mandalore reaching up and around her to grab her tits and give them a good, hard squeeze.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know what was going on. What sane sentient would ever play along with Kryze’s games if they weren’t a pervert, deep down inside?”

Ahsoka stiffens at the accusation, eyes wide as she realizes… he’s right. She knew what she was getting into here, didn’t she? She’d let Bo-Katan lube up her asshole, for Force’s sake! And this, all of this… the red head currently tonguing out her pussy hadn’t expected her to ‘win’ to begin with, had she?

The realization is what ultimately breaks her. Letting out a shuddering breath, Ahsoka cums. She squirts all over Bo-Katan’s face, while her anal muscles clench and squeeze and milk the Mandalore’s cock for all she’s worth. Ultimately, he tips over the edge as well, but they both know who came first, even as he creampies her ass, even as he fills her bowels with his seed.

When Din picks her up after a moment and spins her around, pulling her ass off of his cock, only to deposit her cunt onto his still hard member instead, Ahsoka can’t do anything but squeal… especially when a familiar tongue immediately attacks her back door, Bo-Katan making quite the effort to begin eating his seed out of Ahsoka’s ass.

As the Mandalore’s hands on her hips bounce her up and down on his cock, Ahsoka’s own hands come palm down on his chest, running through his hair there before slowly making their way up, towards his helmet. He bats her hands away before she can remove it though, shaking his head sharply.

“No. Helmet stays on.”

Ahsoka, moaning and flushed as she bounces up and down on his dick, quickly making her way towards another climax, just pouts mightily.

“H-How am I supposed to kiss you then?”

The Mandalore just shakes his head… and begins fucking her even harder from below. It becomes very hard to think about anything but the pleasure of getting plowed after that, and Ahsoka’s eyes start to roll up in her head, her lekku bouncing all over the place as her tits do the same. Reaching up, Din grabs a tit with one hand and a lekku with the other. Her head tails are just as sensitive as her orange breasts, and Ahsoka can’t help but squeal as she climaxes again upon his cock.

S’not fair. None of it is fair. She’s been tricked! She’s been bamboozled! She’s been… oh Force this feels too fucking good to stop. Letting out a loud, wanton moan, Ahsoka humps away at Din’s cock, letting the Mandalore fuck her soundly. Okay, so maybe she’d been carrying a torch for the man since they’d met on Corvus. Maybe she didn’t need to see his face to know what sort of guy he was. She’d gotten a great measure of his character from communicating with Grogu and seeing him work, after all.

She could, nnngh, she could see why Bo-Katan had… well, clearly fallen for him. Or, if not fallen for him, certainly decided to pin her hopes of restoring Mandalore the Planet on him instead of on herself.

Ahsoka could imagine why Bo-Katan had made such a decision. After all, she no doubt still blamed herself at least in part for the Purge. She’d failed as Mandalore, so maybe it WAS time for someone new to take up the position. Still, did she have to drag Ahsoka into things? The Togruta was supposed to be out there finding Thrawn, and through Thrawn, finding Ezra d-damn it! Not here, getting drawn into Mandalorian games…

Alas, there was nothing Ahsoka could do but ride out the wave of ecstasy and pleasure. As Din cums inside of her after making her orgasm upon his cock at least a dozen times, Ahsoka’s eyes fully roll up in her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as the orange-skinned Togruta shudders in orgasmic bliss. Bo-Katan’s tongue remains buried in her ass until he’s finished cumming inside of her pussy and lifts her off of him.

As Ahsoka finds herself on her knees on the floor next to her old comrade, she blushes upon making eye contact with Bo-Katan, and the red head does the same. But when the new Mandalore sits up and his rock hard cock comes down between their faces, the both of them fixate on it almost immediately. Glancing between it and each other, they can read in one another’s eyes… that they’re not ready to stop here.

And so, the two women lean in and begin to lick and lap at the Mandalore’s thick fat cock, messy as it is, throbbing between the two of them. As they suck and slurp away the excess of fluids from Ahsoka’s couplings with Din, as they work to clean off his cock with their tongues and mouths… the Mandalore reaches out and plants his hands atop their heads.

One hand caresses one of Ahsoka’s montrals in a way that makes her shudder with delight, while the other comes to rest within Bo-Katan’s short red hair, sliding through her locks. They look up at him, their tongues never leaving his cock, and he in turn looks down at them both, his face hidden behind that helmet of his.

“This is the Way.”

Exchanging another glance, neither Bo-Katan nor Ahsoka stop what they’re doing… but they’re still thinking it all the same.

This is the Way.