"You chose this woman? This Yuli Velera? She lied, deceived her way to get here and you chose her? She's not even from a reputable family or high born for that matter."
Din leaned forward in his throne, igniting the Darksaber and holding it almost bored...the unspoken threat hanging in the air. "Neither am I. Now do you have a legitimate reason for me not taking her for my wife?"
"No-no, my Manda'lor."
He stands then, holding the saber at his side.
"Now all of you listen and listen good. Yuli Velera will be my wife...my queen. And I will kill anyone who tries to stop me."
He turns off the blade and stalks from the room, his cape sweeping into the air.
Silence follows him.
When the door closes behind him he takes a shaky breath, holds it for a moment before releasing it in a rush.
"Well that went well."
"I cant keep doing this, Talur. Every time I'm pulled away from her...its makes me agitated and it's getting worse the closer we get to the day."
"The nest is prepared and ready. How long will it take before they hatch?"
"Another two weeks. And not all of them are going to hatch."
"The last one?"
He nods, "I'm worried about that one the most. Even with all the preparation, it still hurt her. I want my clutch safe but I also want her to be safe too. Set up a visit from the doctor. We should be ready for anything."
Talur sighed heavily, "you're worried she'll become eggbound?"
"If she does, at least we will have prepared for it."
"I'll send the holo immediately. Take a break, go to her. I'll bring you two lunch."
"Thanks. What would I do without your help?"
"Go straight back to bounty hunting, more than likely."
"Funny. Oh can you make sure to get some of those pallis for her. She's been craving those like crazy."
"Of course. Now go, see to your queen."
And Talur is shooing him off towards his personal rooms and he sighs, his agitation leaving with each step closer. He was protective of her yes but so damned nervous too. She had taken seven eggs and it had been her first time with an oviparous too. She had taken them so well...been so eager for it and now...now she was being pampered rather reluctantly as she wanted to do things for herself. But he would be disappointed in himself if he didn't tend to her like a good mate would.
The door was right. In front of him and he smiled behind his visor. This was the best part, seeing her, being able to just be himself. Not the Manda'lor but Din. Her lover...her mate and future husband.
He snorted, he already considered her his mate...which was practically the same damn thing. The damn council just didn't see it that way. They didn't understand what had happened because they didn't know...very few knew what he was and how he actually procreated and he wanted to keep it that way but he was also the ruler of an entire, kriffing planet which made things...problematic.
He opened the door and upon closing it immediately removed his helmet, sighing.
"Yuli?"
"In here! Come join me?"
He heard a splashing sound and grinned.
"Don't have to ask me twice. I'll be there as soon as my armor's off."
"Hurry up!"
She loved being in the bath, it helped take the pressure off her low back immensely and she always wanted him to join which led to...other activities.
Maker has that been a change for him too. He had never had this much sex before Yuli. Sure he had fooled around once or twice in a few different ports when he was still a hunter for the guild but this...he whistled low.
She was ravenous for it. Two, three times, sometime four...and just in the last three days. His tentacles were just as eager as she was and he wasn't complaining one bit. It was getting to become a daily ritual for them. Wake up, take a bath, fuck, get out, eat breakfast, fuck again. Then he left for business, then lunch, sometimes they would fuck after, sometimes not as she sometimes took naps after lunch.
But then when night time hit, him and the tentacles would take their time with her and slowly...slowly work her into orgasm at least twice before falling asleep, his hand clutching her swollen belly.
He was stressed from today's meeting and what better way to relieve that stress then taking a bath with one's mate and possibly fucking them senseless.
His hands moved quick to remove his armor, setting each piece gently onto the table just outside the bathroom. He could hear her softly humming and it gave him a strange idea...he wondered...
He would have to see if she would be open for that...he had never tried it before...never wanted to try it before.
Now because of how accepting Yuli has been of him, of his biology, he was wanting to try new things...things he had only dreamed about before.
And right now...he groaned low...he wanted to see his tentacles in her mouth.
He had been accosted by whores seeking to give him blowjobs before and had been intrigued but he was worried about teeth so he always turned them away. One wrong bite...he shuddered. He didn't want to lose any of them.
He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it behind him before unbuckling his pants and stepping into the bathroom.
Din's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. Her belly was a little bigger now, heavily distended and he could see the soft curve of his eggs when the light hit her skin just right. And when she moved...the belly slightly jiggled, the eggs shifting inside her. And her breasts?
His mouth watered at the sight. They were swelling, filling up with milk and he longed to suckle them as his tentacles worked at her.
His slit tingled as the mass writhed wildly, pushing at his zipper all to eager to attend to her.
"Fuck, you look beautiful."
She smiled at him, but it did not reach her eyes. She looked down at her belly and frowned.
"You still think so? They've gotten bigger...the eggs. I feel like I'm about to burst. And these?" She grabbed her breasts and he bit back a moan at how they nearly spilled out from her small hands.
He's working his pants open, pushing then off his hips in a crazed manner. He had to get in the water...he had to touch her.
Now.
Din slips into the water and immediately kisses her, jerking into her and the mass is reaching for her. A whimper is caught in the back of his throat.
"You are fucking sexy. Let me show you just how sexy."
And his hands are gripping her breasts tight as his mouth enclosing one nipple and he's sucking at it, squeezing the other one in time with him. Her head is thrown back. Her own hands in his hair as she clutches his head to her breast.
"Oh! Din! Ohhh...yes..."
He sucks harder, pulling back on the nipple and she moans, overly sensitive due to the eggs. But then she feels a strange pressure building in her breasts and it's not painful but its...different.
His hand is kneading, squeezing tight as he can't stop suckling her breast, moaning around it and then it happens. The pressure suddenly leaves and her breast leaks and he pulls back from her with a pop and it reacts to the release, spraying onto his lip.
