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It’s a little known fact that presentation can be influenced - altered - by environmental factors. There had been studies of such things, in Mandalore’s less enlightened past. Demagol himself had done a few. Most of the research was buried, burned, or obliterated, but some things were kept, squirreled away in dark archives of gruesome things.
Jaster Mereel had personally destroyed several caches, had taught Jango what they looked like, the sorts of foul knowledge they held. He likely hadn’t thought for a moment his son would one day seek out such an archive in the kind of desperation borne of extreme tragedy.
Jaster Mereel was dead, though, and had been for almost a decade at that point. Jango wanted little aside from revenge, and if old Sith texts and torture manuals were where he found the means he needed, then he would find them and use them and his enemies - Death Watch, the New Mandalorians, the traitor Montross, the Jedi - they would all burn.
He didn’t find a magical solution to his problems, of course, though some useful knowledge did get tucked away before he destroyed the cache.
It was the research of Demagol that he was turning over in his mind now. The boy sleeping in his bed smelled faintly of the Alpha he might yet become, but a hotblooded young alpha pup would not serve Jango’s purposes. His plans for reclaiming Mandalore would need an omega, and who better than the little mandokarla pretty who had been ready to take him on with no more than an electrostaff? What omega could possibly suit him better than the one Jango took care to mold in the proper image, to bend to his will?
Obi-Wan Kenobi was an escaped slave, scarcely more than a day ago. A deep sea mining slave, no less. Jango just needed to steer him in the right direction, with a little careful application of hormones, and the boy would be his for the claiming soon enough.
Goal in mind, he began at once. Obi-Wan was exhausted, he slept without stirring as Jango masturbated beside him in the bed. Proximity was important, but more than that - Jango grunted softly as he came into his waiting palm - more than that, was contact. Exposure. He wasn’t sure anymore how Demagol had phrased it, but it didn’t matter.
He pressed a soiled fingertip to Obi-Wan’s lips and barely stifled a satisfied purr when the sleeping boy licked it clean. Licked up all his spend, fingertip after fingertip of it, drop by drop.
The full process didn’t take as long as he expected. With good food, a healthy amount of sleep, and regular nighttime doses of Jango’s cum, Obi-Wan’s scent shifted within the second fiveday of their acquaintance. No longer a proto-alpha, he now had a hint of the milder omega scent.
Shortly after that, on the ninth day of their cohabitation, Obi-Wan woke with a stiff, leaking cock, his whole body pressed against Jango’s side. Jango watched him with amusement, watched the sleep clear from his eyes and the flush spread down his cheeks.
“It’s alright, baby. You’re getting your strength back, that’s all. You probably haven’t had one of these in a while, have you?” Jango asked, rubbing the boy’s small erection through the borrowed sleep pants. He'd been little more than a handful when Jango got him, now he was slightly less. His cock wouldn't shrink much more, probably, but his balls would recede even further when he finished presentation.
“N-no, sir,” Obi-Wan squeaked.
“You want help with it, pretty boy?”
“I - i-if you...you’re sure…” Obi-Wan mumbled, rutting into Jango’s hand.
“I’ll help you, happily - on one condition,” Jango said, slowing his touches until Obi-Wan whimpered plaintively. “I get to come on you, once you’re done. You’ll just lie still and pretty for me, and I’ll take care of us both.”
Obi-Wan nodded hastily. “Please, please sir - “
“Good boy.” He slid his hand into Obi-Wan’s underwear and jacked him sweet and slow until he came, then licked his soiled palm clean to savor the taste of almost-sweet, almost-omega fluids - not salt-bitter alpha or beta semen, but not quite the same as the slick Obi-Wan would produce after his presentation. Obi-Wan was limp and boneless when he finished, and Jango took his time with his own cock, rutting on Obi-Wan’s naked belly leisurely, pinning him in place with his much broader form. Obi-Wan could do little but breathe in his scent now, marinate in his pheromones and accelerate the biological shift.
He came on the boy’s face and neck, and worked it into the skin over his mating gland, before licking Obi-Wan’s face clean. Obi-Wan giggled a little at the odd gesture, but didn’t protest, not even when Jango pressed his tongue in Obi-Wan’s mouth to share the taste, kissing him deeply and possessively.
In the next three weeks of ever-escalating sexual behaviors, Jango found time to get Obi-Wan pretty omega-style panties, longer tunics with more room in the bust, and tight leggings, as well as some simple shoes and a somewhat abbreviated physical to ensure his pet’s health.
Obi-Wan also began displaying signs of pre-heat: collecting nesting material like pillows and blankets, rubbing at a sore chest and belly, squirming more often with an accompanying scent of slick in the air, eating more ravenously and putting a thin layer of puppyfat over his skinny frame. He scented Jango, subtly at first but with increasing longing and obviousness as the day wore on. As the only alpha available, as the alpha who made Obi-Wan an omega, Jango was eminently suitable for sharing a heat, as far as Obi-Wan’s new instincts were concerned.
Jango wanted more than that, of course, but he could be patient. He'd start with the heat.
Obi-Wan asked to share it with him when they were lying in bed that evening. "I think I'll go mad otherwise," he said, only half joking. An unmonitored heat was dangerous, especially the first. Usually a mated family member would watch over the proceedings and make sure the young omega stayed hydrated, but the galaxy wasn't perfect.
Jango wanted to be absolutely clear. "Do you want me to monitor you or assist you with your heat, sweet baby?" He asked, memorizing the blush on Obi-Wan's face.
"Please...please I don't want to be alone...please help me…" Obi-Wan mumbled, kissing Jango's chin in a gesture of submission.
Jango crooned and nuzzled Obi-Wan's neck. "I'd be happy to take care of you, baby."
Neither of them slept well or for long - the fever seized Obi-Wan in the small hours of the morning, ship-time. Jango set a reminder for the end of the hyperspace jump, a little over four days away. Obi-Wan probably would be done in two, maybe three, but they'd be tired after.
Then he helped Obi-Wan strip off his remaining clothes and probed the boy's developing cunt with his fingers. It was always the last part of a male omega to grow in, tucked behind the slowly shrinking scrotum and, apparently, deliciously sensitive for the newness of its nerves. Obi-Wan flailed and begged for more, already slick and hot.
Jango fucked him with two fingers for a few moments before settling down to lap up the sweet slick for a while, surfacing only to curl his tongue around Obi-Wan's heat-limp cock, rolling the omega’s stunted little balls in his free hand. "Such a sweet boy," he murmured as the slick clung to his lips and chin. "So good for me."
“Please, Alpha, Jango, please I’m so empty I need you -” Obi-Wan whimpered urgently.
“I’ve got you, baby, don’t worry, buir’s got you.” He jammed four fingers into Obi-Wan at once, making the boy wail and come hard, clenching his little entrance around Jang’s knuckles. It was going to be a tight fit for his knot.
Maybe too tight? He frowned and tried to flex his fingers apart, causing Obi-Wan to kick out with a cry.
“Be still,” Jango growled commandingly.
His omega went limp and Jango could just barely create a little space between his digits. He withdrew his hand and separated his fingers into two pairs, working the pinky and ring finger into his omega’s asshole and the index and middle into Obi-Wan’s cunt.
That made the boy tense up, but a warning growl from Jango got him lax enough again. “You’re too tight, little baby. I’m going to have to work you open good and slow.”
“Nonono, Jango, please, buir I promise you can, I’m so empty I need you please -”
Jango growled one more time and the whining ceased immediately. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said firmly. “Not ever.” He brought his mouth back down to Obi-Wan’s sex and licked and kissed until the omega couldn’t remember a word of Basic but was able to chant “Jango” and “Buir”, with Jango’s fingers working him the whole time as he twisted and writhed.
“Good pet,” Jango purred, helping Obi-Wan onto wobbly knees. His omega’s asshole was trained to take a knot now, so slipping his cock in took only some lube, a little guidance, and patience. He shifted his dirty hand to tease Obi-Wan’s precious, tender little cock and moved his clean one to tuck three fingers into the boy’s cunt, cupping Obi-Wan’s sac with his palm. “So good, my copik'la omega,” he breathed, kissing Obi-Wan’s ear as he curled his fingers and slammed his cock in deep.
Obi-Wan whined.
“That’s good, just take it, take my cock like a good little bitch,” he hummed, rolling his hips.
By the time his knot started to swell, he’d managed to get his pinky finger in Obi-Wan’s cunt as well, without having to force it this time. Stretching the little passage was still going to take some effort, but his knot would likely last a solid twenty minutes to half an hour, given how long Jango had taken to get off. He'd have time to play.
He thrust into Obi-Wan for a few seconds more, relishing the drag of his boy’s rim over his swollen knot as he fucked into his pet. Then he couldn’t tug it out again without hurting one or both of them, and he came hard after that, squeezed perfectly tight.
Pumping his hand a little triggered a fresh wave of slick from Obi-Wan’s cunt, and he scissored and curled his fingers until Obi-Wan was whimpering at the stimulation, though that only took a minute or so.
Jango angled his hips as the last few drops of cum left him, and then settled back on his knees with a sigh as he started pissing in Obi-Wan’s ass. It was so warm and wet and felt excellent and the omega’s cunt around his fingers seized as Obi-Wan panicked.
“Wh-what are you - are you peeing inside me?!” He yelped, trying to tug away despite his heat and despite knowing from experience the tie was not going to end just yet. Jango’s knots outside of an omega’s heat were still a solid five minutes at least.
Jango tightened his hold enough to bruise Obi-Wan’s delicate cock and cunt, and the boy stilled.
“This knot’s going to last a while,” Jango said by way of explanation. “It’s perfectly normal, baby. I’ll clean us up when we can separate. Little bit of piss keeps the pipes clean, means no infections down the road.”
“That’s not a little ,” Obi-Wan grumbled, but he didn’t protest further, just squirmed a bit. As punishment for the wiggling, Jango pissed in him some more.
Jango started working Obi-Wan up again, this time by grinding his fingertips against the sensitive skin of Obi-Wan’s taint, keeping his cock and balls out of the way with his other hand. Obi-Wan was humping his hand within moments, fucking himself back on Jango’s knot at the same time.
“That’s it, dance for me, little bitch,” Jango murmured. Obi-Wan whined and presented his neck as he struggled to please his alpha.
Jango was going to wait until Obi-Wan was stone-cold sober and aware before he mated the boy, though. It would not be during the first heat they shared, but maybe not long after, if he played his cards right…
Both his hands were soaked now, as were Obi-Wan’s thighs and his sex. The omega’s limp cock drooled a little additional fluid as he came. His vestigial cock and balls would never produce fertile seed now that he'd presented as an omega, but they were sexually functional outside of a heat. During, all an omega’s energy went into tempting an alpha, keeping them interested, and getting pregnant.
Which reminded Jango...he should work on his boy’s tits. He wiped his hands off on Obi-Wan’s outer thighs and then gently thumbed at his nipples. The little omega gasped and jerked, not expecting his own sensitivity there. Jango had hardly touched his nipples until now, not in their weeks of explorations.
“You like when I play with your chest?” Jango asked blithely, as if he hadn’t been aware it was a major erogenous zone for almost all humanoid omegas. Until childbirth, an omega’s tits had one purpose: nourishing their alpha. The nutrient-rich milk Obi-Wan would produce during and just after his heats would help Jango keep up with his needs, defend him, and provide for him while Obi-Wan recovered from the marathon sex.
Nature had seen fit to make the process pleasurable for both parties, though. Plus, if Jango was careful and they put in a little extra effort, Obi-Wan would produce milk year round for his mate.
Obi-Wan whimpered and nodded, pressing into Jango’s hands with his barely rounded tits. Not even handfuls yet, but Jango would change that. An alpha’s attentions could change a great deal, he thought with a twist of smug pleasure.
“Use your words, baby,” Jango teased, pinching one nipple and then the other.
“Yes, yes, please daddy, buir, play with me, touch me -”
“Ori’jate, Ob’ika.” He kneaded at the little mounds of flesh until he caught the scent of fresh slick and Obi-Wan started rubbing his thighs together. “Mmm, you want my attention somewhere else, don’t you? Horny little bitch. You’re such a sweet slut for me, aren’t you Ob’ika?”
“Y-yes, yours, your slut, your bitch, Buir please please I need you inside me, in my cunt, I need you!”
“Not done with your ass yet, though,” Jango mused. “Or your pretty little tits. I don’t want to breed you too early.” Heats lasted longer when the omega was initially denied a vaginal knot, but could still sense a compatible alpha nearby. If Jango had been a young, reckless pup still, or had Obi-Wan's cunt been a bit looser, he might have had Obi-Wan already, and this little vacation would end far too soon.
Older alphas also had longer ties, the better to breed their mates, but Jango truly didn’t want to breed Obi-Wan for a while yet. Maybe years. He’d gotten himself a prophylactic implant on the last stop for supplies.
“I’m so empty,” Obi-Wan whimpered. “Please, buir? Please breed me?”
“Not yet, baby. Finger yourself for me, need you to open up that sweet new cunt for my knot, can you do that?”
Obi-Wan braced on one forearm and reached between his legs, hissing a little when he touched his lower lips. The flesh was red and inflamed from his heat and Jango’s attentions, and his own fingers felt wrong. Too small, too hot and clammy. And he was so tender and swollen...he slipped a pair of fingers in and stroked his own silky walls. His hips rolled a little, because his arm didn’t have the right leverage, and the knot still rubbing against his prostate made him gasp. He was so full, guts taut with cock and cum and piss, and he moved again because it felt incredible even if it also burned.
“Good slut, ride it out,” Jango crooned, and Obi-Wan found himself obeying as if in a trance, shifting minutely to press against the knot, then his fingers, then the knot. His cock dripped freely and his cunt was so slick he easily pressed a third finger in. He ground his cock and balls against the heel of his hand as he came again, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Shhhh, k’uu, sweet ad’ika, you’re doing so well,” Jango praised him, licking gently at his mating gland, and Obi-Wan’s gut tightened and he clenched all over with the strength of another orgasm. Jango grunted and pressed his cock and knot in even deeper.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect,” Jango breathed, kissing his neck and pawing at his breasts again, rubbing the nipples until they were hot and sore.
The tie finally receded a few minutes later, and Jango pulled free, one hand pinning Obi-Wan’s shoulders down. “Stay just like this. Gotta plug you up before I help you to the fresher,” he explained. Obi-Wan whined faintly but didn’t move. The plug Jango picked was a larger one than Obi-Wan had yet taken, but still not quite as big as Jango’s knot, and the neck was just narrow enough for Jango’s mingled claim of piss and cum to trickle down Obi-Wan’s thighs as he staggered the few steps to the fresher.
Jango wiped his omega down with a damp cloth, scenting Obi-Wan deeply the whole time, rubbing their skin together and licking and kissing whatever he could reach. When Obi-Wan removed the plug unprompted and settled down to void, Jango barely bit back a snarl. He wasn’t ready to lose such a powerful claim on his pretty little mate.
“Don’t move,” he said, and aimed his cock at Obi-Wan’s groin. Obi-Wan tried to fight the dominance in his voice, but couldn’t manage it in his weakened state. He let Jango piss on him, a flush rising in his chest and face. “You’re mine now,” he said, wiping his cock on Obi-Wan’s reddened cheek. The boy flinched. “K’uuu, ad’ika, just a little marking between heat-partners. Don’t want you getting ideas about sneaking off. Don’t want anyone else thinking they can steal you.”
Obi-Wan was too heat-addled to point out they were alone in hyperspace still, not that it would have mattered. Alpha instincts were strong, or that was the excuse Jango would have used, had he needed one. Claiming an omega with piss was considered a bit old-fashioned, nowadays, but Jango liked the practice - and the way Obi-Wan blushed when he did it.
He dabbed Obi-Wan dry after, then washed his own hands and cock and helped Obi-Wan to the bed, easing him onto his back this time. The heat was cresting again, making Obi-Wan moan and pant and spread his legs invitingly.
Jango slid four fingers into that vicelike cunt and pumped them in and out a half-dozen times, getting them nice and slick. Then he started spreading them, twisting his wrist, even picking up Obi-Wan’s leg with his other hand and bending it until the boy’s knee was nearly at his chest. Obi-Wan begged for his knot all the while, only ceasing when Jango started suckling at one of his tiny breasts. Then all he could do was whimper piteously.
He was just starting to taste the first traces of milk when he decided he’d try something. He stopped toying with Obi-Wan’s tight little balls using his thumb and instead worked that thumb inside his omega’s cunt along with his fingers. It took a great many jabs of his hand and switching his mouth to the other tit before Obi-Wan’s cunt flexed and Jango could work his knuckles inside.
With a wave of slick drooling from his stretched entrance and more leaking from his little cock, Obi-Wan came with a wail, clutching Jango’s head to his breast, his lower lips wrapped around the Mando’s wrist. Jango lapped and sucked at the nipple in his mouth, relishing the first taste of his omega’s sweet milk. There wasn’t much, not yet, but he’d fix that too. He drained the tiny reserve dry and Obi-Wan’s cunt did its best to squeeze his fist like it would lock around a knot. He switched back to the first tit, knowing all the best ways to draw out the milk now, and Obi-Wan twitched helplessly underneath him.
“Buir,” the boy gasped out after several garbled attempts at language. “Buir.”
“What is it, baby?” Jango crooned, nipping at Obi-Wan’s swollen nipple.
“Buir please.”
“Mm?”
“Please...please give me your knot, gedet’ye, Buir, I’ll be so good, please give it to me, breed me?”
“Not gonna fuss at me after, are you?” Jango asked. “It won’t be comfortable, your first vaginal tie, and it’s going to last a good while."
Obi-Wan swallowed hard. “You’ll take care of me, though, right buir?”
“Of course, baby. I’ll take such good care of you. Just like you’re going to take care of me.” He flicked Obi-Wan’s nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Giving me such good food, rolling over for me like the sweet little bitch you were meant to be. Yes, I’ll take care of my ad’ika, you just worry about being a good hole for daddy.”
“Elek, buir, gedet’ye…”
“Not just yet, sweetheart.” Jango relaxed his fist enough to stretch Obi-Wan a little, and he thrilled at the high-pitched whimper that earned him. “You’re a little full of something else right this second. Gotta make some room.”
Obi-Wan panted like he’d run a few miles on a desert world. His eyes were a touch glassy as the heat started to rise in him again. His poor omega brain must be so confused, in bed with an alpha for hours and coming so many times without feeling a knot or seed in his needy little cunt.
Jango eased out in teasing fits and starts, letting Obi-Wan’s passage suck him back in greedily several times before he fully removed his hand. It was delightful.
Pressing a slick finger to Obi-Wan’s lips was all the instruction the boy needed; he suckled immediately, licking clean one finger after another until Jango was petting his tongue with three of them casually, as the omega artlessly tried to seduce him without words.
Jango let him stew for only a brief moment before his free hand hitched Obi-Wan’s thigh to rest on his hip, and he guided his cock into the welcoming, virgin heat.
Obi-Wan wrapped his other leg around Jango only when he was fully inside the little omega. Garbled words were audible from his stuffed mouth, but not discernible. Jango pulled his spit-slick hand away. “Yes, Ob’ika?”
“Daddy - Buir - please, please fuck me, I need your knot so bad, gedet’ye, please,” Obi-Wan begged, and Jango decided to be merciful.
“Alright, baby, brace yourself,” Jango hummed. Obi-Wan locked his ankles behind Jango’s back and gripped the sheets with both hands before nodding.
Jango didn’t waste another second, rolling his hips sharply, prompting a harsh cry from Obi-Wan.
Intellectually, Jango knew his omega's brand new cunt was sore and sensitive and he was being a little rough for a virgin bedmate. His alpha hindbrain, however, had been smelling a fertile, unspoiled bitch for hours and had only gotten to knot once, without the satisfaction of breeding or mating.
He slammed in harder than he meant to, moaning as the boy's pussy clenched. He tried to pull back for another thrust only to find Obi-Wan was too tightly wrapped around his waist for him to make any space. He chuckled, petting the boy’s sides and thumbing his nipples again before leaning in to kiss him, slow and sweet. Obi-Wan whimpered and eased up his grip, relaxing slightly.
Jango took advantage of his omega’s distraction, slipping his arm under Obi-Wan’s right knee to keep him from getting such a strong hold again. Then he started to work his hips, as slow as he could bear to start, but with increasing urgency and decreasing restraint. Obi-Wan tried to drag Jango closer, deeper, but didn’t have the leverage.
It was a delightful ten, maybe fifteen minutes plowing his bitch before his knot started to swell. Obi-Wan had already cried out and cum again, sobbing, by the time Jango finally stilled to allow the tie to form. Jango took ragged breaths as he pumped his omega full of come, groping the boy possessively, his little baby tits and his gorgeous ass, his gradually broadening thighs and especially the slight tummy he’d put on in his pre-heat calorie-hoarding.
“Mine, my bitch,” he murmured, nuzzling Obi-Wan’s neck as the boy clung to him, cunt squeezing him perfectly. “So fucking good for me.”
“Yours, alpha, buir, all yours,” Obi-Wan promised.
Jango crooned happily and ground his knot in with the last spurt of seed. “Such a perfect bitch,” he murmured, grabbing a double handful of Obi-Wan’s ass and tilting his hips up, tugging him farther down on Jango’s cock. His knot would remain for a solid half hour, likely, but his cock gradually softened enough for him to relieve himself in his pretty slut. Obi-Wan’s cheeks went pink but he didn’t squirm too much or protest this time, which pleased Jango and his possessive alpha instincts. A submissive omega was a good omega - well, if he was submissive to the right alpha.
He’d teach Obi-Wan everything the boy needed to please him, how to be a good Mandalorian omega: a perfect little slut for his alpha and an absolute terror to everyone else.
For now, he filled his boy’s cunt until the omega’s little tummy swelled just a hint more. Obi-Wan wouldn’t meet his eyes until Jango grabbed his chin and made him.
“Good bitch,” he crooned, nosing Obi-Wan’s cheek, scenting along his jaw and burying his nose in the boy’s neck to lick and suck the mating gland teasingly.
“Buir,” Obi-Wan whimpered, “buir please, please? I was good, your good bitch, right? Please, I want your mark, please daddy give me your teeth.”
“Not yet, baby,” Jango purred soothingly, with real regret. “Wanna be sure, want you to be sure, we’ll wait ‘til after, ok?” Obi-Wan made a mournful noise. Jango pressed a kiss to the gland and drew away, catching Obi-Wan’s lips and kissing his mouth instead.
Obi-Wan arched into him, sweet and needy even now, with a bellyful of cum and a knot in his cunt.
“Such a good little omega,” Jango crooned, grinding his knot in with a moan. It felt so good, the little vice around him, wet and hot and tight. Obi-Wan’s ass was a treat, to be sure, always had been, but his new pussy was perfect. “So good for me.”
“Yours,” Obi-Wan said, pressing kisses to Jango’s neck and face, whatever he could reach. “Yours, yours buir, all yours.”
“Good.” Jango stroked Obi-Wan’s distended stomach soothingly. “Good omega. You’re going to love being mine,” he promised. “Buir will keep you full and satisfied. I’ll take such good care of my sweet little bitch.”
Obi-Wan licked his lips and reflexively attempted to drag Jango deeper. The mando laughed.
“Heating up again, baby?” He asked, reaching down to fondle that little, limp omega cock. Obi-Wan moaned at the touch. “Such a needy bitch, you’re lucky I like that.” The cocklet twitched in his hand, as he stroked and pressed.
Soon it was dribbling more slick and Obi-Wan’s walls clenched deliciously around him with the aftershocks of another weak orgasm. Jango kept playing with his soft dick until Obi-Wan was crying from overstimulation, squirming fruitlessly in an attempt to escape, even though their bodies were still locked together.
“Please,” Obi-Wan begged.
“What is it, sweetling?” Jango hummed even as he thumbed the omega’s piss-slit. “What’s wrong?”
“Please, too much, buir, please…”
“Too much? It’s your first heat, baby, I’m just trying to make you feel good. You’ll be begging for it again soon.”
“N-not yet, buir, please?”
Jango huffed and pinched Obi-Wan’s useless balls until the boy’s face screwed up in pain. “Don’t get in the habit of telling me no,” he told Obi-Wan seriously. “I won’t always be so nice. If you’re not going to come for me you’d better have more milk.”
Obi-Wan gulped. “I, I d-don’t know, please buir I’m sorry, please don’t be mad.”
“Let’s check those little teats.” He knew full well Obi-Wan wouldn’t have replenished his milk yet, but he wanted the omega squirming on his knot until he was ready for the next round.
He started with his thumbs, just circling the areolae gently, massaging the tissue a little. Then he dipped his head down, mouthing and sucking the nipple until Obi-Wan was gasping and sobbing, fisting the sheets in his hands to avoid grabbing Jango’s hair. Jango sucked a little harder, and Obi-Wan whimpered piteously. He flicked the little bud with his tongue and bit down on the breast tissue around it, making his omega cry out.
“Disappointing,” he sighed, before switching to the other side of Obi-Wan’s chest to repeat the process.
His knot was finally softening, and piss and cum was again leaking from his bitch in a most satisfactory way. He released Obi-Wan’s nipple and pulled free to watch the wrecked cunt try futilely to clench to its previous tightness as it leaked onto the sheets. Obi-Wan attempted to close his legs but Jango gripped his knees and held them apart.
“This cunt belongs to me now, and I want to look at it, baby,” he said reasonably. “Daddy’s going to take good care of his slutty little bitch, but you need to be more obedient.”
Obi-Wan flushed, squirming under the scrutiny, curling his toes, but leaving off any attempt to hide.
“Good bitch.” Jango fingered the claiming mixture back into the messy, spasming hole and then hauled Obi-Wan out of bed to pin him face-first against the wall. Watching the sluggish leakage was terribly distracting, but he guided his hardening cock in after a moment and savored the little gasp of pleasure from his bitch. Obi-Wan was still so tight - he rutted in shallowly, pressing the omega to the wall with his body, teeth teasing at his mating gland again.
“Oh, y-yes, yes,” Obi-Wan gasped as he started fucking the boy harder, letting his thrusts rock the lithe form beneath him into the rough durasteel plating. “Yes, buir! Yes!”
“Fuck,” Jango grunted, slamming in deeper, before biting just a little off to the side of Obi-Wan’s mating gland. Obi-Wan wailed and came on the wall, short nails clawing at durasteel as he struggled to stay upright. Jango fucked into him for a dozen more lazy thrusts before his knot was too thick to pull back anymore.
“You’re so big, daddy,” Obi-Wan moaned, milking his knot with those inner walls as his body did its best to get bred.
“My sweet boy,” Jango sighed, nuzzling the fuzzy hairs of his bitch’s shaved neck. With the tie underway, his balls finally released their load into Obi-Wan. He rolled his hips a few more times with a grunt or two as he emptied his seed into the omega. “Fucking perfect,” he murmured.
“Yours,” Obi-Wan said agreeably. Jango stroked his swollen belly and did his best to fill it even more, following his seed with another measure of hot piss, courtesy of Obi-Wan’s sweet milk. Obi-Wan cried out, forehead thunking against the wall as he wailed. “So...full, please, daddy…”
“Shhh, you’re doing so well, taking it all like a real champion broodmare,” Jango reassured him. “Almost done. Why don’t you let go a little, baby? Mark your nest.” He took Obi-Wan’s cock in hand and rubbed the pad of his thumb along the side. “It’ll take a little pressure off.”
Obi-Wan was crying, Jango could smell the salt, but he nodded halfheartedly anyway, jerking his hips to press his soft cock into Jango’s grip. The stream splashed the wall and Obi-Wan kept crying as he wet himself.
“Shh, k’uu ad’ika, you did so good for Daddy, look at you, my messy little bitch.” Jango cooed. He wiped his hand off on Obi-Wan’s thigh. “Precious omega, gonna look so good when you’re full of my pups,” he said. “Can’t wait to get you pregnant.”
“Want your pups,” Obi-Wan whimpered.
“You’ll have them, sweet pet, don’t worry.” Eventually.
“Promise?” Obi-Wan asked.
“Haat, ijaa, haa’it. I’ll keep you fat with pups.”
He knotted Obi-Wan twice more before the heat broke and he bundled his pet up in a clean blanket on the sole chair of his quarters before changing the sheets on the bed. His boy looked so soft and precious in his sleep - Jango couldn’t resist tonguefucking him awake, getting him aroused and squirming, sitting down and hauling Obi-Wan into his lap to knot that precious cunt again, now that Obi-Wan’s mind was clearer.
It made the orgasm feel even sweeter. His good little omega bitch milked his cock, cunt rippling as Jango filled him with seed, and Obi-Wan wasn’t even in heat anymore, just naturally horny for a compatible alpha.
Obi-Wan didn’t even wriggle too much when Jango pissed in him, this time, just groaned and clutched at Jango sweetly.
Jango’s cock was a bit sore from all the fucking, to be honest, but that was just one more reason to use Obi-Wan instead of a fresher, in his opinion. Obi-Wan’s cunt was warm and wet and perfect around him, where his own dry, calloused hand would just make his cock throb in pain if he was to go through the usual routine.
“So good for me,” he murmured, nuzzling Obi-Wan’s short hair. His knot kept them clean enough as he stood and carried Obi-Wan - still on his cock - to the sonic. Some fluid dripped out of his omega’s cunt, but not enough to be bothered by, not when they were going to clean up anyway.
Obi-Wan was shy and sulky for days after that, barely interacting with Jango. It took an embarrassingly long tenday for him to figure out why, and even then it was only because Obi-Wan all but bared his throat to him enticingly.
“Why won’t you bite me?” The boy asked after Jango hesitated, near tears. Jango swept him into his arms at once, kissing him gently.
“You only had to ask, precious. I couldn’t do that to you when you were heat-addled, of course, but if that’s what you want now -”
“Please , buir?”
“Of course.” He licked Obi-Wan’s neck and lapped at his gland to heat the boy up. Once Obi-Wan was squirming in his lap and begging for his teeth, he bit down gently on the swollen mating gland. The mark he left was almost dainty. He unzipped his kute to expose his own neck and shoulder, inviting Obi-Wan to mirror the gesture.
Victory was sweet, but the occasion should be celebrated, of course.
“Ride me, my pretty baby?” Jango prompted. Obi-Wan scrabbled at their clothes and had Jango in his cunt within moments, merely shoving aside his panties and opening the crotch of Jango’s kute.
A pretty little thing bouncing on his cock was just the kind of celebration Jango needed. He played with Obi-Wan’s slowly developing tits - they’d remain small until and unless he gave birth, but would gently swell as the years went on and he fed his alpha more often - and each brush of a thumb to those taut nipples had Obi-Wan grinding down on him with a gasp. “That’s it, good bitch,” Jango encouraged.
“Ja - Jango, buir, please -”
“What do you need, Ob’ika?”
Obi-Wan whimpered. “Please, fuck me, knot me, please, yours, show me I’m yours.”
“Yes you are,” Jango murmured. He nipped Obi-Wan’s neck agan, one hand shifting down. A tug on Obi-Wan’s panties had them wedged in his crack and pressing down on his cocklet and balls. Then Jango gripped Obi-Wan by the hips and started yanking him up and down on his cock. Obi-Wan's hands latched onto Jango's shoulders and he clung to him desperately. Jango was working him too fast for his cunt to adjust, thoroughly enjoying the way Obi-Wan panted and whined as his hard little cocklet drooled and made a mess of his panties.
"That's it, baby, you focus on being a good hole for daddy," he hummed, licking the boy's mating gland again.
Obi-Wan was nonverbal by the time Jango was done using him like a particularly heavy fleshlight. Jango's knot locked them in place and Obi-Wan whined, eyes half-shut. Jango ducked his head and nipped and sucked at one of Obi-Wan's tits. The milk was thin, at this stage in Obi's cycle, but there was enough to please Jango nonetheless.
His knot was shrinking by the time he softened enough to piss, so he didn't bother, not in this position. He had a better idea.
He thumbed the small mark on Obi-Wan's gland, enjoying his boy's shudder of pleasure. "Wanna mark you some more," he said leadingly.
"Yes? Anything for you, buir."
"Good bitch." After their athletic fuck it was a bit of a strain to carry Obi-Wan to the fresher, but nothing Jango couldn't handle. He sat Obi-Wan down on the floor of the shower. "Close your eyes, baby. Mouth open."
Obi-Wan obeyed with only an instant of hesitation, guessing what was next… still, he had said "anything." The taste was acrid, but Jango didn't just piss in his mouth. He showered Obi-Wan's face and head, then his chest.
"Alright, baby, present for me," Jango ordered. Obi-Wan took to his hands and knees, offering up his ass and cunt. "Not quite," Jango tsked. He pressed down on Obi-Wan's shoulderblades until the omega's face was in the slowly draining puddle of piss. Then he moved, tugging the slick-damp, twisted panties out of the way enough to see his slut.
It was tempting to fuck his fragrant whore, but Jango had other plans for the moment. He fingered Obi-Wan's ass just wide enough for the crown of his cock, pressed in and finished claiming his bitch. Obi-Wan shivered underneath him.
"Fuck, you're so good to me," Jango murmured. He dried Obi-Wan off with the sonic and then washed his hands.
Getting Obi-Wan’s milk production up was his secondary goal, once they were mated. The first was fattening him up a bit more, which would help with the milk as well. His sweet omega offering him a tit to suck at every meal was a very good thought, but having a little more ass or thigh to hold onto was even better.
It helped that Obi-Wan enjoyed feeding Jango, so when Jango asked him to try this or that supplement to up production, he was eager enough. A calcium pill every day and a few monthly injections and not only was he nearing a healthy weight for his height and providing enough milk for daily nursing sessions even off-cycle, his little tits were growing a bit more, too.
Space was too cold for his omega to walk around the ship naked, unfortunately, but Jango had ways around that. Thigh high stockings paired with loose-necked wrap tunics, crotchless panties, plugs in both holes, and a flimsy bralette became Obi-Wan’s uniform just as the kute was Jango’s. As long as access was easy, he didn’t mind the slight delay caused by the plugs.
Obi-Wan’s hair started to grow out, too, and Jango was surprised by how much he loved brushing and combing the coppery waves of hair. Obi-Wan would sit on a cushion between his legs for hours if it meant Jango was playing with his hair; he’d even hold Jango in his mouth the whole time without being asked. The first time he offered to warm him, Jango couldn’t resist fucking his mouth for long, but as it became routine, and as he got more chances at Obi-Wan’s pussy, it was easier and easier to hold off on throatfucking him.
Sometimes he’d take the opportunity to mark his bitch, pulling his cock out until just the tip of the crown was past Obi-Wan’s lips, pissing in that lovely, velvet mouth as Obi-Wan struggled to swallow it all. Then he’d sheathe his cock in his omega’s throat for a while, drinking tihaar, netra gal, or even just water as he played with Obi-Wan’s hair until his bladder was full enough to repeat the process. He rarely let Obi-Wan get away with deepthroating his soft cock when he wanted his bitch to swallow his piss. After all, Obi-Wan needed to taste it, to appreciate what Jango was doing for him, to understand the claim.
The better of those long hours were the times that Obi-Wan would fidget and squeeze his cocklet as he tried to hold his bladder. And best of all, to Jango's mind anyway, were the rare occasions that Obi-Wan would lose the battle for control of his body, would piss himself and his cushion simply because he didn't want to move or disturb Jango more than he cared to be clean and dry.
Another unexpected delight of having a live-in sexpet was waking most days with his cock being gently suckled by his eager, horny little omega.
Some of the first few mornings Obi-Wan misjudged and barely avoided scraping Jango's knot with his teeth, but he soon learned the rhythm and pressure needed to arouse without dragging Jango to climax in his sleep.
More and more often, Jango woke as Obi-Wan settled his cunt onto Jango's hard cock, somewhere between the first kiss of that sweet, wet cunt and being fully sheathed in its warmth. Obi-Wan would always smile so brightly when Jango opened his eyes, and start riding him without delay.
Some mornings, that was everything Jango could possibly desire. Other days, he would roll them until he was kneeling between Obi-Wan's legs, would fuck his bitch hard and fast and bite him again to claim his omega.
Now that Obi-Wan was used to it, Jango followed almost every knot with a measure of fresh piss in that perfect cunt. Why wouldn't he? It felt amazing, Obi-Wan had no frame of reference to see it as terribly unusual, and his bitch still turned faintly pink and squirmed at the heat and fullness.
With a better diet and lactation supplements, Obi-Wan developed a cute pair of tits in the course of a few months, barely more than handfuls, just enough to round out his tunics. Perky little nipples would sometimes show up even through the bralette and tunic, if it was cold enough. Jango started considering further modifications of his omega's body at that point. Piercings seemed like a good place to start.
It took him a few weeks to decide how he would persuade his bitch to go under the needle for him. Then he began his campaign, though it didn't end up taking anywhere near as long as he anticipated to persuade his slutty pet.
"Such cute little tits my baby has…bet they'd look even better with nipple rings. Something I could tug on and play with while you feed me, keep you hot and leaking for me." Jango pinched one nipple with his fingers and nibbled the other with more teeth than usual. Obi-Wan whined and arched his back, fucking himself onto Jango's cock. "You like that, don't you baby. You want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes, yes buir always!"
"What do you think, baby, a pair of rings?" He used both hands to massage Obi-Wan's tits and then pinch the nipples again, harder this time. Obi-Wan gasped, pressing up into his hands.
"Please! Mark me, make me yours, all yours!"
"Oh? Should I tattoo my little omega, while I've got you sweet and begging for a mark? Property of Clan Fett, maybe, or just Jango's Bitch?" He reached down to grope Obi-Wan's ass. "Mark this with a kyr'bes. Though, 'Jango's Whore' has a nice ring to it."
"Hnn! Please, buir, please, anything!"
"A small tattoo and those nipple rings, then." To start. "I could always pierce this," he added teasingly, petting Obi-Wan's leaking cock, too gentle to do more than entice.
Obi-Wan whimpered, and for a second Jango wondered if the threat was too much. Then he splashed Jango's hand with slick from his cocklet and clenched hard around Jango's dick, nevermind that Jango had yet to pop his knot.
"Ohhh, you want a piercing in this, too?" Jango chuckled. "We can get it done, baby. Just say the word."
"Buir," Obi-Wan whined.
"Not that word," Jango teased.
"Please, buir, yes, anything you want, anything for you, I'll be your good pet," Obi-Wan tried again.
"Yes, you will," Jango agreed, rolling his hips lazily. "Drooling from that pierced cocklet, dripping milk from your nipple rings, and too sore to sit from a tattoo. Pretty little slut. I can't wait."
He didn't, either - or, not long. The next time they made port he took Obi-Wan to a needle artist. After stripping and removing both his plugs, Obi-Wan's cock and nipples were scanned while erect, and the guides were placed then to ensure no undue damage was caused. The last thing Jango wanted was to make milking his slut challenging or impossible. Damage to his pet's stunted cock was less serious a concern, but it would be a shame, he supposed, if the little thing was numbed or couldn't get hard at all anymore, or if Obi-Wan ended up needing a catheter to piss because of a piercing gone wrong.
The three piercings were done simultaneously by the besalisk needle artist, whose hands looked truly massive on little Obi-Wan, especially his precious cocklet.
Jango and the artist discussed the design of the tattoo for his pet's ass as Obi-Wan held cooling packs to his groin and chest. A dab of bacta would be applied when they got back to the ship, half because Jango wanted to cause a little pain and half because he wasn't sure he trusted this backwater station to have decent bacta.
They settled on a design - plain aurebesh on the seat of Obi-Wan's asscheeks saying Fett's Hole, one word on each cheek - and a price. The cost was high but fair, but the besalisk offered a discount if Obi-Wan stroked him off.
"You'll wear plasti," Jango said firmly. "No one cums on my boy but me."
The besalisk didn't argue. Jango turned to Obi-Wan. "You don't have to, baby, but I wouldn't mind seeing you try to handle all that cock."
He probably could have warned his sheltered little pet that besalisks had hemipenes. Obi-Wan's face at the reveal was hilarious, though. Seeing Obi-Wan's small hands wrapped around each of the besalisk's dicks lit a strange fire in Jango. He wanted his pet slut to take even bigger cocks than his own, but he didn't want to stretch Obi-Wan's cunt past the point where it could squeeze his knot - or worse, cause actual damage.
Maybe his little pet's cute shebs could handle a bit more. He could probably tolerate sharing that, start with bigger plugs and dildos…put that ass to good use even while he fucked Obi-Wan's cunt.
Obi-Wan focused intently on his task, even offering little kitten licks to the tips of the plasti-covered hemipenes and nuzzling his face against the lengths like he did with Jango.
"Bet this sweet thing looks good covered in cum," the besalisk said idly.
"If I could resist knotting him almost every time…" Jango trailed off, and the besalisk snickered.
"Alphas do love getting to pop that knot in a good cunt. Wonder if his could handle even one of my cocks." Besalisks didn't have secondary genders like near humans and humans generally did.
Obi-Wan was redder than his hair and avoiding their eyes as they spoke over him. "Maybe if he gets some practice taking two I'll bring him back. Humans aren't really designed for your proportions, and he's on the small side still."
The besalisk raised an eyebrow or three. "Small, or young?"
Jango shrugged unrepentantly. "Heats are one way to mark adulthood on Mandalore. Little slut climbed me like a tree during his last one." He stroked Obi-Wan's hair fondly. "He's old enough." Obi-Wan leaned into the touch. And though Jango had every intention of feeding Obi-Wan to a healthy weight, he had ideas on how to keep his omega small and cute.
Obi-Wan squeezed the besalisk's cocks gently as the needle artist fucked his fists and came with a grunt. Cum filled both plastis quickly, and in large enough volume to make Obi-Wan react audibly.
"Bet that pretty little omega would look so wrecked if I did fuck his cunt. Gaping and leaking my cum," the besalisk mused. "Could fuck both his holes at once, even."
Jango tugged Obi-Wan's hair gently and unzipped his kute. His boy sucked him down without hesitation. "He's a good bitch," Jango agreed. He didn't linger over the blowjob, but he did piss in his boy's mouth after, to remind him who he belonged to. The besalisk made no comment, though he may not have had sufficient sense of smell to detect what Jango was doing.
Jango wanted to watch his pet's face as he was inked and claimed permanently. He'd enjoy it better if he didn't have the distraction of his bladder to worry about.
Obi-Wan, little painslut that he was, whimpered and cried throughout the inking but didn't voice a single protest or beg for even a moment of a break. He was sniffling back tears despite being hard and leaking, fresh cock piercing be damned, when the besalisk let him up from bending over the table.
"Such a good slut for me," Jango crooned. "Let's take you home and get you some bacta, baby."
"Stick to his cunt until the tattoo heals - even with bacta, it'll need more time than the piercings," the besalisk warned him.
"Very good." And just what Jango was hoping for, when he'd chosen the location. He could retrain Obi-Wan's asshole without a problem. He wouldn't trust himself to leave Obi-Wan's sweet cunt alone for even a day, now that he knew how good it felt. He paused. "Can he still wear plugs?" He brushed a gentle thumb over the synthskin bandage.
"Hm. Should be fine as long as they don't touch the bandaged area."
Jango lubed up the thick anal plug Obi-Wan had worn to the shop and slipped it in, then did the same for the vaginal one before inflating the knot on the latter enough to keep it locked in Obi-Wan's pussy. Then he helped his boy into the crotchless panties, the tall stockings, and his wrap tunic, all while the besalisk watched. Obi-Wan followed him back to the ship like a good pet and Jango barely waited for the bay door to close before he was deflating the knotting toy and slipping his cock in his boy's cunt.
"You were so good for me, baby, so fucking good to take my mark," he muttered as he fucked Obi-Wan against the hull wall, Obi-Wan’s stockinged legs wrapped around his waist.
“Buir, please, yours, all yours.”
“Such a good bitch.”
“Please buir, please don’t sell me, I’ll do anything for you just keep me with you, keep me for yourself.”
Jango crooned, nuzzling Obi-Wan’s neck and nipping at the mate-mark there. “Oh lovely boy, my sweet bitch, you are mine, forever, I'm never letting you go. But you want to make me happy, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Obi-Wan sniffled.
“Sometimes I might wanna see what that cute shebs can fit in it, that’s all. No one else will cum in my slut, no one else will breed you or take you away from me. We’ll just play a little game now and then, see what all you can take for daddy. Don’t worry, baby, you’ll still be mine, I’m never letting you go. Never. Not my sweet omega.”
Obi-Wan relaxed a little too much at his reassurance, pissing himself in a show of submission. The gesture had Jango’s hips jerking into him harder until the slap of their skin got positively wet, then Obi-Wan whimpered and clung to him and Jango couldn’t hold out any longer, knotting his sweet omega.
He remembered the bacta only after rutting his half-deflated knot into his omega ended up jarring the piss-wet, panty-covered, freshly pierced cocklet the wrong way. Obi-Wan squeaked in pain and shock, and Jango ended up carrying him, still stuck on Jango’s knot, to the medkit and its reserve of bacta. He loosened Obi-Wan’s tunic to dab the bacta on his nipples first, always prioritizing those pretty tits. He did use more on the cock piercing, though, cupping Obi-Wan and jerking him off with a palmful of bacta once he’d applied some to the piercing. His bitch tightened up nicely as he got aroused, and Jango didn’t even slip free from the first tie before his knot was swelling up again.
He realized dimly that it had been six months since Obi-Wan’s first heat, or near enough, and Jango hadn’t had a rut yet. They must have synchronized, because he was almost certain this was the beginning of the rut he should have had at least two months ago.
“Pretty baby,” he murmured, nuzzling the gland at Obi-Wan’s neck. “When I’m done I want you to go to the nest. Gonna get us in hyperspace. Then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think of anything but me.”
“Don’t have to fuck me for that,” Obi-Wan admitted, kissing Jango sweetly. “Yours.”
Jango didn’t last terribly long, not with such a sweet bitch on his swollen knot already. He prepped the knotting toy as he waited for his own knot to shrink down. Obi-Wan kissed him, again and again, distracting him, but finally he pulled out and slid the toy into his boy’s cunt. He inflated the knot rather more than usual, just to see Obi-Wan’s eye go glassy and watch him retreat to their nest, bow-legged.
He set the course for Nar Shaddaa, certain he’d find work easily there and needing the long jump to be sure he was well clear of his rut by the time they arrived.
Obi-Wan was in the nest, as ordered, when he reached it. Naked except his stockings, too, which Jango approved of. And grinding onto a pillow, which Jango definitely did not approve of.
"Omega," he said sharply and Obi-Wan stopped with a whine. "Present," he snapped, and Obi-Wan got on his elbows and knees. The plugs were still in place, at least. "Am I going to need to lock this up, pet? Or can I trust you not to play with my toys?" Jango asked, gripping Obi-Wan's cock harshly.
"Sorry buir, sorry, please don't be mad?"
"Luckily, you won't have much use for this for a few days. You'll barely even notice the cage, little bitch, not while the heat's on you. After, well…maybe if you're properly contrite I'll let you out eventually."
Obi-Wan trembled but didn't dare contradict Jango, too obedient and well-behaved for that.
"I'm so sorry, ni ceta buir," was all he said as Jango fitted a specially designed omega cock cage to him. The cage was a style meant for long-term wear and Jango may have been waiting for the slightest excuse to push it on Obi-Wan. He had to remove his bitch's cock piercing briefly, but the bacta had healed it enough that Obi-Wan only hissed quietly in slight pain when it was reinserted after the cage was on, keeping his little cocklet locked in place.
"K'uu, baby, you won't miss that useless little thing." He inflated the knot of the vaginal toy a little bigger and Obi-Wan sobbed.
"Daddy please, want your knot," his omega begged.
"You seemed happy enough without me ten minutes ago," Jango said, almost mildly.
"No, was thinking about you, daddy, only you, could smell you in our nest and I got distracted, I didn't mean to be bad. Let me make it right please, buir?"
Obi-Wan was starting to smell as needy as Jango felt. "I can't spank you while you're injured," he said with some regret. "But those tits have healed up by now, haven't they? Or I could spank your cunt." He could smell Obi-Wan get wet at the suggestion. His perfect little mate loved when he got rough.
Decided, Jango tugged the bitch upright and took small, weighted clamps and clipped them to the rings in Obi-Wan's nipples. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and hauled his omega into his lap, legs spread over Jango's, back to Jango's kute. He palmed the cock cage and tapped the base of the knotting toy. It was a tease for his omega, he knew - his own knot was far bigger, and his cock long enough to brush against the omega's cervix. The toy was barely an inch or two longer than its knot.
He traced the taut lips of his boy's stretched pussy and then landed a light smack - on the toy, Obi-Wan's lower lips, and the tiny, bound balls in the base of the cage. His omega sobbed, and Jango spanked him again, harder this time.
"Just a few more and I'll forgive you, baby," Jango crooned. He was lying, but only a little. He already forgave his naughty boy, but it was going to be at least twenty before he stopped spanking.
Obi-Wan begged and sobbed but didn't try to shy away as Jango smacked his cunt until the lips were red and smarting but so, so wet. Then he pushed Obi-Wan back into presenting like a good bitch, praising him all the while for taking it so well. Removing the knotting toy and replacing it with his aching cock felt heavenly, even if Obi-Wan squealed at the way he smacked their hips together hard.
"Good bitch." He thrust in hard enough that he knew his pet's teats were swaying with the weights on them, and then he did it over and over, making sure to smack their hips together harshly each time, jolt Obi-Wan around on the bed as gravity worked on his tits and Jango's thrusts bruised his sore pussy.
Obi-Wan clenched around him as he came with a cry. Jango waited for him to relax before fucking into him even harder, making Obi-Wan wail. Then he cupped his pet's tits and gently pulled on the weights as he rocked his hips and Obi-Wan came again, breasts spilling a few drops of sweet milk on Jango's hands.
"That's a good bitch, take it, cum for me." Obi-Wan's caged cock dribbled slick onto the sheets as his hole clenched weakly with a third orgasm, just because Jango told him to.
Jango snarled in satisfaction as he bit Obi-Wan's mating gland again, deeper this time, and popped his knot in that tight little hole. The crown of his cock was rubbing against Obi-Wan's cervix. He forced it a little deeper, wanting to come directly into his bitch's womb, wanting to breed his cute little pet, lost in rutbrained enthusiasm for procreating.
Obi-Wan's shoulders dropped as he nuzzled the bedspread weakly, unable to maintain the position. The new angle let Jango get just a little deeper, though, so he didn't mind. The entrance to Obi-Wan's womb fluttered delightfully against his cockhead as he squirmed closer and emptied his balls. He was breathing hard and nipping and sucking Obi-Wan's mating bite possessively while his cock slowly softened.
Pissing in Obi-Wan's cunt or mouth was simply and physically delightful. Pissing directly in his womb felt like a transgressive act, but in the same way as kriffing in a house of worship. Kinky as much as it was taboo. Jango resolved to do it more often.
Jango reveled in the way his horny bitch was already noisily begging for another fuck before the first knot finished. He pressed Obi-Wan into the mattress and nipped his ear and neck.
"You'll get it, baby, I'll give you anything you want."
Heats might end faster with an early knot, but ruts had a more regular two day schedule, unless an alpha was knotting and seeding multiple omegas. That did tend to end a rut earlier.
Jango didn't have interest in or access to multiple omegas; Obi-Wan was plenty for him. Luckily his bitch didn't have to do more than lie there and feed him should the heat end first.
After two ties in presentation mode, Jango managed to pull out long enough to get Obi-Wan on his back and remove the nipple weights, taking advantage to suck hard at his breasts, flicking the rings with his tongue when Obi-Wan's milk ran low. Then he bent Obi-Wan's legs up until his ankles were resting on Jango's shoulders, and he fucked his cock into Obi-Wan hard and fast, folding him in half and pressing him down into the mattress.
Obi-Wan's bound cocklet was leaking copiously on his stomach as he was rabbited into, but Jango had to slam his knot in hard before his bitch came again, sobbing.
Jango might have praised him, in the growls and grunts that followed as he worked his knot as deep as it could go. It hardly mattered. All that mattered was the velvet, wet grip on his cock and knot, the way those walls stroked and squeezed him as he pumped cum into his bitch, filled him up good. Jango didn't relax and melt into Obi-Wan's legs and chest until his cock started to soften. Then he nearly crushed Obi-Wan under his bulk, barely able to move from exhaustion. Four? Five? knots in short order was a lot, even for a rut. Obi-Wan couldn't so much as squirm, too well-pinned beneath his alpha, and that appealed to Jango, too.
He couldn't even dream of coming again so soon, rut or no. So of course he did what he usually did when he needed to appease his possessive side; he released a bladderful of piss in his sweet boy. This time, in this position, he could feel Obi-Wan's gut swell with the liquid, after at least four loads of come, more than one of piss, and not a single chance to expel a drop.
"Buir," Obi-Wan wheezed breathlessly. "Please."
Jango forced himself to move, to roll off Obi-Wan at least most of the way, though they were locked in this position for a while yet. Once they were more or less on their sides in bed, he rubbed Obi-Wan's swollen belly and crooned happily, pleased with the evidence of their coupling.
"Want your pups, buir," Obi-Wan murmured as he drifted off to sleep, tired out from such an enthusiastic response to his heat.
Jango kept watch for almost an hour before his knot was fully deflated and he could contemplate fucking Obi-Wan some more. First he took a good long drink from his pretty pet's soft tits. Then he settled Obi-Wan on his front gently, a pillow under his hips. He managed to press in almost all the way, slowly and gently, before Obi-Wan half-woke.
"K'uu, sleep as long as you want, baby, I've got the watch," he said softly.
Obi-Wan snuffled and nuzzled the pillow at his head. Then, miraculously, he fell back asleep. Jango did his utmost to keep his strokes long and slow, so as not to wake his bitch again. He did lose control a bit toward the end, slamming his knot in with a modicum of force.
Obi-Wan still didn't wake. He squirmed a little, but a gentle touch and soft word had him stilling once more.
Jango marveled at his sweet omega, stroking his sides and back, admiring the broad, freckled canvas and contemplating other tattoos he could gift his pet. His balls slowly drained. It was natural as breathing to piss right after he came, now, as soon as he was soft enough. It felt amazing, as always, such a heavenly relief and sweet sensation. Obi-Wan made a little noise of discomfort, likely painfully full, but Jango just soothed his bitch softly, nuzzling his neck and half-falling asleep on top of him for an hour or two before the rut took him again.
This time he rabbited his hips into Obi-Wan hard, the desire too high in his blood for gentle, patient thrusts. His pet woke just before he knotted, crying softly at the soreness. Jango hardly had any piss left to give, when his cock softened, but he tried anyway, and Obi-Wan sobbed out, "Please, Daddy, I'm so full, please?"
Reluctantly, Jango decided to clean his bitch out, even though his rut wasn't over yet.
Cleaning Obi-Wan was a trial. Logically Jango knew he couldn't keep filling Obi-Wan with cum and piss and never let him expel the stuff. Rutbrained Jango didn't want to contemplate his bitch not smelling properly claimed. He settled for carrying Obi-Wan to the fresher to void but not wipe up or take even a sonic.
He took another long, heady drink from each of Obi-Wan's pierced tits while the boy was expelling all the fluid inside him, then kissed Obi-Wan possessively before pissing on his mate, first his caged cocklet, then his face. That soothed the territorial alpha in him long enough to get Obi-Wan back in the nest, at least. He knotted Obi-Wan again in short order and actually fell asleep while stuck inside him, gripping his boy needily.
His cock was sore and limp when he woke the next morning, and the latter was kind of a relief. Obi-Wan mumbled in his sleep, rolling away from him, and Jango slipped from his boy's cunt with a wince of pain.
He debated getting up, and decided to drink from Obi-Wan first, nibbling at each puffy areolae and then sucking on one, his tongue toying with the ring idly. Obi-Wan stirred a little. Jango sucked harder, draining the left tit dry of thick, sweet milk before moving to the right, both hands squeezing Obi-Wan's breasts. Obi-Wan whimpered as he arched up, eyes open.
"Morning," Jango rasped against Obi-Wan's teat, licking his lips and diving back down for another mouthful.
"Good morning buir," Obi-Wan smiled, stroking his hair. "You hungry?"
"Ravenous," Jango murmured, switching tits again in hopes of more milk. "Sore, too...that was a hell of a rut. How do you feel, baby?"
"Good. A little achy, but good." Obi-Wan hesitated. "Do you…do you think it might - that I might be pupped?"
Jango blinked. "It's too early to know," he said. "But it's possible. I won't be able to breed you again for at least another four hours, but I was pretty thorough."
Obi-Wan hummed. Jango reached a hand down to finger him idly, which made Obi-Wan hiss. "Ohh, your pussy's all hot and sore, isn't it? Poor little slut." He kept playing regardless, feeling Obi-Wan start to get wet. "Are you thirsty, baby?"
Obi-Wan nodded, panting a little.
"Take my cock in your mouth and I'll give you a drink. Don't use your hands." Obi-Wan obediently pulled away, hands clasped behind his back, to gently mouth at Jango's cock until the sensitive head was securely behind his lips. Jango pissed hard, making Obi-Wan rush to swallow and leak a few drops despite his best efforts.
"Gonna need your mouth a lot today. Cock feels all raw," Jango said, as Obi-Wan swallowed his piss eagerly. "Such a good little bitch," he purred. "C'mon, let's fill you up." He picked up the knotting toy, and Obi-Wan whimpered, not moving from between Jango's legs even though Jango's stream had ceased. "I know you're sore, baby, so am I. But we don't want that pussy forgetting how to hold my cock, do we? I don't want to hurt my sweet slut when I get my knot squeezed next."
Obi-Wan pulled off with a wet pop, cleaning Jangocs cock and then licking his lips to get up every last speck of piss like a good pet. Jango kissed him to distract him, sliding the toy into Obi-Wan's pussy while he tonguefucked that sweet mouth. He kept the knot only slightly inflated out of deference to Obi-Wan's sore cunt.
They lingered in bed for another half hour before Obi-Wan dressed and headed to the fresher, then the galley to start breakfast. Jango followed him out to the galley not long after. Obi-Wan sat in Jango's lap as they ate, wanting to be close to his alpha, enjoying the slight sting of the fresh tattoo on his ass, right where it met Jango's thigh.
"Where are we headed now, alpha?" Obi-Wan asked when they were finishing up breakfast, Jango stealing a sip of milk now and then.
"Nar Shaddaa. I'll collect some pucks and we'll move on quick. Don't leave the ship without me. Pretty little morsel like you would get scooped up in a Coruscant second."
"Yes buir."
Rubbing bacta into the piercings and tattoo turned into Jango tugging aside the omega's panties, mouthing Obi-Wan's cunt and playing with his caged cocklet, which had been more or less ignored for nearly three days.
When he saw Obi-Wan wince for the third time in an hour, he took them back to bed, then deflated and removed the knotting toy to coat it in a special lube, one blended with trace amounts of bacta. The sigh of relief Obi-Wan made at the reinsertion of the toy was pornographic. Even Jango's tired cock gave a valiant twitch at the sound.
"My good little bitch," he hummed, thrusting the toy in and out gently, doing his best to coat his omega's pussy in the bacta lubricant blend. Obi-Wan spread his legs on reflex with another moan.
Licking and sucking at Obi-Wan's puffy labia while he fucked him with the toy was surprisingly satisfying, considering he still couldn't get hard. Then again, he had yet to find a sex act he didn't like performing on his bitch.
"Can you come just like this, little slut?" Jango asked, speeding his thrusts. Obi-Wan whimpered incoherently. "I think you can. I think you can be a good little slut for buir and come right now." The omega's bound cock creamed his panties as his whole body shuddered with the pleasure of an orgasm. Jango ground the toy in as deep as it could go and inflated the knot.
"Ohhh, buir," Obi-Wan breathed.
"On your knees, baby, time for a drink." Jango settled on the edge of the bed and opened his kute. His piss was extra pungent and dark from drinking only Obi-Wan's milk for days. Obi-Wan swallowed every drop and worshiped his flaccid cock after, licking him clean and nuzzling and purring as he took in Jango's scent at its source. Jango was helpless against such sweetness; he pissed on his omega's face and neck a little, then rubbed it into the mating gland on Obi-Wan's neck to further reinforce the claim.
"Shall I keep you warm, Daddy? How much longer til Nar Shaddaa?"
"Plenty of time. You can hold me in your mouth or your cunt, baby, I'll read to you." Obi-Wan liked listening to legends from Mandalore in the original Mando'a, a language he was quickly picking up. Once he mastered the tongue, Jango planned to start getting his omega armor.