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“Did you hear the rumor?”
“About the Malee’s losing his bet? Yeah, I heard—”
“Not that . I heard Fett was back.”
“Fett? As in Boba Fett?”
“Yeah, him . Back from the dead.”
“Yeah, right. Last I heard he got swallowed by the Sarlacc. No one can survive that .”
“We’re talking about Fett here—”
“Here you go, boys,” you slammed two Bloody Rancors down on the table in front of the men, your eyes scanning their intoxicated appearance. These two were frequent visitors of the establishment you worked a few days a week, in between your other job, when you didn’t have a bounty to hunt. The man to your left looked you up and down, a grin appearing on his face when he took you in. You had the urge to roll your eyes.
“Now that’s a fine specimen right here,” he drawled. “Say, got some free time tonight—”
“Save your breath,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes. “I have better things to do than babysit a grown man,” your words earned a chuckle from his companion.
“Easy there, princess.”
You jolted, your instinct kicking in and before you could stop yourself you were pressing the barrel of the blaster to the man’s throat, the tip of it pressing against the underside of his chin.
“Wanna say it again?” you growled, all your pretense at hospitality gone as you glared at the man. “Maybe I should take up on your offer and do some practice shooting on you tonight. See how many tries it will take to blast your balls off your cock.”
The man blanched and he sputtered a few indiscernible excuses. You were planning on making him suffer a bit more, have some fun with the poor gal but the voice of the owner of the cantina cut in behind you, calling your name in a panicked tone. You huffed, annoyed at being interrupted, but you reluctantly withdrew your weapon, shooting the man a wicked grin.
“Later, boys.”
You didn’t spare them a second glance as you walked away towards an older man glaring at you from the other side of the cantina.
“What did I tell you about pointing weapons at my customers?” he hissed at you when you were finally within an earshot of hearing him. “You’re going to scare them all away— I won’t have any business at all if you keep doing that.”
“You hired me for that same reason,” you reminded him as you walked past him towards the back of the building.
“I hired you to keep this place safe,” he followed behind you. “Perhaps I misjudged your abilities and your reputation—”
You briskly turned around, startling the man to the point of him taking a step back away from you. “And that’s exactly what I’m doing,” you calmly told him. “You wouldn’t want your employees to be taken advantage of, would you? Because that’s what would have happened if I didn’t pull my weapon on them. I know their kind. They think they run this place. Soon they’d be harassing you for money because they didn’t get what they wanted. Better have them learn their lesson now before they grew bigger balls.”
“ Fine ,” the owner hissed. “But that’s my last warning. The next time you pull this shit—”
“You’ll fire me,” you brushed him off. “Gotcha.”
He simply glared at you, unamused. “You can take an early leave. Blow off your steam before coming in tomorrow.”
You simply nodded your head, turned on your heels and left through the back door. The light outside instantly blinded you and you had to shield your eyes with the back of your hand. The suns were just beginning to set, but the heat was still unbearable— it always was. You always told yourself you were growing used to Tatooine’s climate, but it never was true. Even after living here for the past five years, you always found something else to dislike about this planet, this town, these people. And today it was the blinding light from the twin suns, making it almost impossible to see until you reached the shadows of the adjacent building.
Mos Espa seemed to be much busier tonight and you kept to the walls of the buildings as you made your way through the busy streets. You didn’t have a particular desire to be heading back to your sad excuse of a room, and you had the sudden urge to drop in to one of the cantina’s on the opposite side of the town for a quick drink. You didn’t want to chance to meet one of the customers that frequented the place where you worked so you picked one that was inconspicuous and quiet.
The bar area was almost empty when you entered and you picked the spot closer to the exit, keeping your body facing both exits of the place. You learned a few tricks over the years— mostly survival skills that got you where you were now. You were being more careful and more observant, always on the lookout for danger. Tatooine wasn’t a place for the weak, and especially wasn’t a place for pretty girls like you. Ever since your encounter with Jabba and subsequent events that led you to be freed from enslavement, you didn’t want to relieve that experience ever again.
“Are you having a drink?” the bartender’s voice cut through your silent musings and you requested a simple Ardees while your focus was drawn to the pair of men in the booth near you. Your eyes easily picked up the weapons they carried— even some that were concealed. Must have been bounty hunters, or at least smugglers. You didn’t recognize any of them so there was no chance for them to recognize you. You kept your face turned away, sipping on your drink until the bits of their conversation reached you.
“...Jabba’s palace. Killed Bib Fortuna…” you paused, your body straining as you forced yourself to listen. Bib Fortuna’s name was just as famous as was Jabba’s, before his unfortunate death. The Twi’lek ‘inherited’ Jabba’s palace and announced himself as a crime lord of the underworld. You made it your goal to stay as far away from him and the palace as you possibly could. You could still remember the look on Fortuna’s face, the way his eyes ran up and down your body as you stood before him in nothing but scraps of your slave outfit. You suppressed a shudder, wincing as the drink burned going down your throat.
“So now he’s claimed the throne?”
“Appears to be that way. He’s announced himself a new ruler of Tatooine. Like some sort of… king .”
Someone chuckled. “Fett’s got balls. Barely back from the dead and already claiming the territory as his own.”
You froze, your drink mid-air. You must have heard that wrong. They were talking about a different Fett. What were the chances... You felt your heart leap in your throat at the mere possibility . You were just turning around to ask the men for further information but were interrupted by the screech of a chair next to you and you almost jumped when your vision was blocked by another person sitting right next to you . You almost cursed at dropping your guard that easily, your mind still clouded with thoughts of Boba Fett. Your eyes met the brown ones staring back at you.
“Spotchka?”
“What?” you numbly asked, staring at the newcomer, who happened to be a woman. There were dozens of empty spots open in this bar and this person had to pick the spot to sit right by you?
“I asked if you wanted a shot of spotchka,” she gestured for the bartender for the service. You swiftly declined, your gaze quickly darting behind her towards the booth only to find it empty. The men had abruptly left, now leaving you practically alone with the stranger.
“Suit yourself,” you heard her say and your gaze shifted back to the woman. “Name’s Fennec. What’s yours?”
You let your gaze take in the woman’s appearance. She looked almost ordinary amidst the many types that frequented Tatooine’s ports. Dressed in a simple black outfit, her hair black and braided to one side, her eyes and face barely ringing in you any recognition that you’ve ever met this woman before.
“I don’t give out my name to strangers,” you finally settled on your response.
“Don’t be so uptight, princess,” she smirked and your eyes widened and before you had the chance to snap at her, she continued. “I won’t bite.”
“Is there something you needed?” you hissed through your clenched teeth, staring at Fennec with a glare.
She took her time answering you, taking a swig of her shot before she focused her gaze on you. “As a matter of fact, I do,” she turned fully around in her chair, leaning herself on the bar table as she let her own gaze wander over your body, smirking as she spotted your not-so-concealed blaster. “You must be the one who killed Jannik Bomei.”
If you weren’t so tense before she’d said anything, her words at that moment instantly made you suspicious and you straightened in the chair. “Are you here for revenge then?”
“Hardly,” Fennec scoffed and then laughed. “He was one of my boss’s hits. You took him out for us. My boss appreciates it,” she smirked at you and something in your tone made you pause.
“Who’s your boss?”
“Can’t disclose that with strangers,” Fennec grinned at you and this time you scoffed, becoming quite annoying with this strange woman.
“So what— you’re some kind of a mercenary?”
“Mercenary… assassin… I go by many names,” Fennec shrugged, unbothered in the slightest to tell you that. “And you’ve taken up quite an interesting… hobby yourself,” she gave you a knowing look while taking another shot.
“I didn’t realize I was famous,” you replied with a tone laced with sarcasm.
“When you kill people who are known in the underworld, and succeed, you sort of become one,” Fennec replied.
“I don’t do it for money,” was your automatic reply.
“Yeah, I’ve done my research on you,” you tensed upon hearing her words. “You only kill if you find it justifiable. Rapists, slavers, men and women alike if you’ve found them guilty of their heinous crimes.”
“What’s your point?” you interrupted her.
“My point,” she leaned closer to you. “Is that you’re going to attract far more… powerful and dangerous individuals if you are not careful. That little blaster of yours won’t help you much,” she indicated towards your weapon and you bristled.
“Are you offering me a job?”
“A deal,” she smirked. “You’re quite sharp for being so pretty,” you scowled at her ill-fitted compliment.
“And what’s this deal?” you asked.
“Come by Jabba’s palace and you’ll find out,” she noticed the look on your face and smirked. “Jabba’s long dead. And so is Bib Fortuna. His little slave’s harem is long gone. You have nothing to worry about.”
You stared at Fennec with wide eyes. “How did you know—”
“And if you’re lucky, you might meet my boss,” she continued without letting you finish your question before she stood up from the bar. “We’ll be waiting,” and before you had the chance to reply she was already disappearing behind the doors of the cantina, leaving you alone with your thoughts and unanswered questions.
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The thought of once again being inside Jabba’s palace left you with unpleasant taste in your mouth, not to mention your stomach filled with knots, almost making you nauseous. You were a fool for even thinking about venturing your way inside the palace’s walls, yet here you were— standing outside the metal doors, almost fidgeting on the spots from the nerves and cursing your own curiosity for bringing you here. You were just about to turn around and leave but the doors started rising with a screech and you were rooted to your spot, half-expecting to see more of the Gamorrean guards.
“You came,” it was Fennec’s voice that greeted you as she stood on the other side of the door.
“It felt like I hardly had a choice,” you stiffly replied, causing Fennec’s eyebrow to rise.
“I didn’t drag you here,” she replied. “Now, come. I’m sure you’d want something to drink,” she gestured for you to follow her and you stepped in, mentally wincing when the doors behind you started to close. She was right about one thing. If this was a trap, you just dug your own grave by coming here on your own.
You tried not to show your nervousness as you followed Fennec through the dim hallway, getting closer and closer to the heart of the palace, where you could faintly hear some sort of music playing and quiet chatter of people. You raised your brows.
“I’ve heard a rumor,” you started, keeping your voice leveled. “That there’s a new ruler now.”
Fennec continued walking ahead without turning around. “And?”
“Is it true then?” you ignored the abnormal skip of your heart. You couldn’t bring yourself to ask your next question.
“Why don’t you see for yourself,” Fennec replied when your view opened up to show the same layout of the palace’s main room, now lacking the ugly and deformed form of Jabba and his goons. There were no guards that you could see, no slaves chained to the podium and dancing for entertainment, no loud noises and annoying fanfare of the band. Instead, it was almost… relaxing, serene in a sense that everyone present in the room were gathered on the other side of the room towards the bar, drinking and eating and conversing like it was another one of the cantinas. You couldn’t help but notice that most of them were bounty hunters and other mercenaries.
And then your eyes landed on the raised podium, half expecting to see him . Except the throne was empty and there were no signs of him. You turned around to see Fennec watching you.
“You said I might be meeting your boss?” you asked her, recovering your initial shock and disappointment with a business tone in your voice.
“He’s busy,” she replied, gesturing for you to follow her towards the bar. “These are his business hours. Perhaps when he's done you’ll get to meet him.”
You let your gaze take in the appearance of others in the room as you let Fennec guide you into the secluded booth in the corner of the room.
“And what about the rest of them?” you gestured towards the others with the tilt of your head.
“They’re here for a job,” she explained, retrieving a bottle of spotchka and two shot glasses as she filled them up.
“ All of them?” it was hard to imagine to see so many of them gathered here in one place. Even Jabba didn’t have that many dangerous individuals gathered together at one time.
“Yes, all of them,” Fennec gave you a look. “You seem to be having a hard time differentiating the past from the present.”
You startled at her words. “How did you know about me? How did you find me?”
Fennec grinned at you before downing her shot. “I suppose you can ask my boss when he concludes with his business. Speaking of which—”
The chatter died down almost immediately and it had become clear that someone had just entered the throne room, someone important . You followed the gaze of others, turning your head just in time to catch the glint of a familiar visor staring right back at you. You froze, staring with wide eyes, unable to believe what you were seeing. He was alive .
“ Out ,” came the modulated tone from the helmet and everyone instantly scrambled from their seats to get out.
“Your boss is Boba Fett ?” you hissed, shooting Fennec a glare. “You never told me—”
“You never asked,” Fennec shrugged her shoulders, downing the rest of spotchka as she stood from the booth. “He wants you to stay,” she told you before she made her way towards Fett, exchanging with him a few words before leaving the room altogether. You were too stunned to move and by the time you snapped from your stupor, you were the only one left standing in the room across from the man whom you believed to be dead this whole time.
He was the first to break the tense silence, moving towards the dais and taking his rightful place on the throne as he gestured for you with the tilt of his helmet.
“Come.”
You refused to move, glaring at him from your spot. “That’s a dirty trick,” you hissed.
“You think you were tricked,” his voice sounded deeper, more raspier than you last remembered. “Yet you came here on your own.”
“Because I thought I was meeting—” you stopped yourself and huffed your annoyance, and despite your first reluctance you made your way closer to the dais. “ Really , Boba? Out of all the places, you picked this one?”
“This place now belongs to me .”
“You know damn well how I feel about this place,” you narrowed your eyes. “And you had the nerve to send your— Fennec— to fetch me,” you had to bite your lip from calling Fennec names— a spike of jealousy shot through you. It seemed these two were fairly close .
“You can leave. The doors are open,” his nonchalance had startled you and you stared, unable to come up with a snippy remark. What was the point of you being here in the first place? What were Fett’s motifs? You were confused— and more than anything, annoyed , that the man whom you thought of for the past five years showed no signs of ever missing you. You were just a whore to him back then and nothing more— a plaything. One he had decided to free out of what? Pity ? You scoffed and turned around, marching away from the throne towards the exit in long strides, eager to place as much distance as you could away from this wretched place.
“You kept the blaster,” Fett’s voice reached you before you were fully out of his sight and you stopped, cursing yourself and your body for responding to his voice. You weren’t intending on giving him the satisfaction of seeing what it was doing to you, how your core clenched and your thighs quivered.
“And I see you finally managed to find the time to paint your armor,” you snapped back, turning around to give him the most impassive look you could manage. “Now at least you don’t look like a rusted can of paint.”
Fett suddenly barked a laugh. “You’ve still got your fire, princess.”
You hissed, ignoring the warmth spreading through you at him calling out your nickname, one you’ve grown to appreciate only from his own lips. “Don’t call me that.”
He tilted his helmet, leaning himself all the way against the back of the throne, his thick thighs spread apart, and your eyes inadvertently followed his movements, trailing to the hidden spot between his legs, almost like taunting you of what laid beneath the clothing. You could never forget the mere size of him, the feel of his cock as he fucked you, taking away your purity and innocence. Your mouth had suddenly gone dry and you swallowed, feeling yourself becoming wet at the thought of him back inside of you. You haven’t had anyone since then— and now suddenly your body was craving a touch— his touch. You realized you stared for far too long and you snapped your gaze away from his crotch back to his visor to realize he knew exactly what you were thinking of. Your cheeks flushed but you refused to look away from his hidden gaze.
“You changed your name,” he started. “A good move on your part,” you narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Were you looking for me?” it was hard to pretend like you weren’t hoping that your words had some semblance of truth in them.
“It wasn’t that hard to find you,” he continued without quite answering your question but nonetheless confirming what you already knew. He was looking for you— and he found you. And he sent Fennec after you. “You stayed on Tatooine— not the best decision you could have made.”
You bristled at his tone, like he was lecturing you about your limited choices while you tried to survive on this hellish deserted planet all by yourself. “You think I had a choice ?” you hissed. “I barely had enough credits to get me by—”
“I had enough credits on the ship to buy yourself a passage off this world,” he interrupted you. “I told you to use whatever you needed—”
“How kind of you,” you scoffed. “But I wasn’t about to be in the debt of a dead man, a bounty hunter nonetheless.”
He grunted, a sort of noise that wasn’t quite registered by the modulator in his helmet. “You must have forgotten—”
“Oh, that you paid for me?” you hissed, a stabbing pain shooting through you at the mere thought of the reason as to why Fett had asked for you in the first place after all this time. “How could I possibly forget?” you finished with bitterness, clenching your hands into fists. “Is that the reason why you called for me? To have me repay my debt?”
He was silent for a moment, his hidden gaze boring into you. It almost made you uncomfortable at the intensity of it.
“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” he finally said, his tone making you feel foolish for your outburst, like you were a petulant child being scolded by an adult. It made you seethe with anger and annoyance.
“Then what the hell do you want from me?” you cried out.
“Someone recently placed a bounty on you,” you gasped, your eyes wide open. “You were reckless with your moves, princess . You left too many trails behind you— a true bounty hunter would never do that.”
“I’m not a bounty hunter,” you interjected as your excuses.
“Tell that to whoever placed that bounty,” Fett continued, his tone matter-of-fact. “You’ve made it your job to kill criminals and you crossed the one you shouldn’t have,” Fennec’s words instantly resurfaced in your mind.
“Is this about Jannik Bomei?”
“The bounty is high,” Fett continued and you paled. “You must have pissed someone off for them to ask for such a price.”
“So you are going to bring me in then,” you whispered, initial fear turning into dread. Fett won’t hesitate to turn in the bounty if the price was high— and you were an easy job.
“What makes you say that?” Fett tilted his head, his visor glinting in the sparse lightning of the place.
“Let’s stop pretending,” you weren’t even sure where your false bravado had come from. You should have been running by now, away from this place. But you knew in the depths of your soul that running was futile— Fett would catch up to you in no time. Like a game of mouse and cat, giving you ample time to start but just buying his own, waiting until you tired out before he made his killing move.
“I’m not,” his voice had an edge to it which snapped you back from your thoughts to the present. “I’m here to make you a deal.”
You hesitated. “What deal?” you were so sure of Fett’s motifs before but now… he’d only confused you even more.
“You need protection,” he started. “You are in no position to fend off the attacks when they come. And they will come. The bounty was circulating in the network for the past few days. I can only do so much to keep the news from spreading on Tatooine. I can’t do much when it comes to other worlds. Your position in Mos Espa also makes you an easy target— you need a cover, a hiding place until I find out who placed the bounty and take them out.”
You were staring at Fett, unable to comprehend any of his words. “Why would you do th—”
“This place is big enough for you to pick and choose your own room until it’s safe for you to go out in the world.”
You almost stumbled back, his words hitting you until it left your head spinning. “I don’t want to stay here.”
“You have no choice, princess,” Fett was unfazed by your reluctance to accept his offer. “Unless you’d prefer to trade your life for your stubbornness to accept help when one generously offers it to you?”
You were shaking your head. “I’m not— I don’t—” you took a shuddering breath. “You said this was a deal . What do you get out of it? You never do anything for free.”
Fett ever so slightly shifted on the throne, enough to catch your eyes and for your gaze to shift over his armored-clad body, his hidden muscles rippling under the layers of his clothes and his Beskar armor. He looked slightly bigger than the last time you’d seen him, filled in nicely from the lean body you remembered back from five year ago. You briefly wondered what had happened after the Sarlacc pit.
“Whatever you can offer,” Fett’s voice finally snapped your gaze back to his visor. Your eyes widened again. It wasn't his words that caught your attention— it was the meaning behind them, the ever subtle hint that you quickly picked up on.
“Is this about sex?” you bluntly called out, testing out your theory.
“Are you offering sex?” he was quick to respond, only confirming what you already knew.
“So that’s it then?” you both were circling around the issue, never quite confirming the obvious by blurting out question after question. “That’s all you want?”
“Is there something else you can offer?” you almost hissed at him, an insult at the tip of your tongue that you had to swallow before you finalized the details of your… deal .
“And what about Fennec?” as soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them, biting at your lip from cringing.
“What about her?” Fett tilted his helmet. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous, princess.”
“I’m not,” you quickly blurted out, your cheeks flushing from how pathetic and defensive you sounded to your own ears. It only made you feel worse when you heard Fett chuckle.
“She’s just a partner,” he felt the need to explain himself to you, like he was trying to appease you, which made you flinch and dig your fingernails into the palms of your hands.
“And I’m just a whore?” the bitterness you carried all those years finally leached through.
“Never said you were.”
You stared at one another for what seemed to be an eternity, your gaze never wavering away from his visor.
“Boba—”
“Come here,” he motioned with his helmet for you to get closer. You hesitated, doubt weaving it ugly head in your mind. He gestured for you again, almost impatient in the way he moved his wrist and the tilt of his helmet. You stared at one another for another drawn out silence, never breaking eye contact. You didn’t dare to move from your spot.
“I waited for you,” you finally broke the silence with the first thing that came to your mind. “You didn’t come back.”
“I was half-dead,” it wasn’t his way of apologizing. He was just stating the fact.
“And now you’re back for good?”
“I’m here ,” he ever so subtly moved his head. “I’m not planning on leaving any time soon.”
You finally moved, your steps slow and measured as you crossed the space between you and the dais, stopping right before the throne. He looked even bigger up close, even while sitting down before you, still managing to make you feel small and inferior to such a powerful man. You couldn’t help the jolt of excitement passing through you, looking down at him with your half-lidded eyes.
“If I’m to stay here I’m taking your old room,” you stated matter-of-factly, trying to maintain at least some semblance of control while your insides were churning with apprehension and excitement.
You heard a low chuckle coming from his helmet. “Whatever you want, princess,” his voice was mocking and you narrowed your eyes.
“I’m not the same girl you fucked all those years ago.”
“ No ?” he was still mocking you, testing out the boundaries and trying to gauge a reaction out of you.
“No,” you confirmed, hissing out a response. “And I’m not fucking with you anywhere else besides that room.”
He laughed this time and it caught you off guard. “You seem to think you’re in control,” it wasn’t his way of flirting— it was a warning, one you didn’t miss in the tone of his voice.
“You want me,” you raised up to his challenge. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have looked for me. That gives me control.”
“So you think ,” he was baiting you and you both knew it. “You want this too . And don’t try to deny it, princess. Otherwise you wouldn’t have come,” you knew exactly what he was talking about. You came here because of the rumors, because deep down you wanted to sate your own curiosity and your own burning desire to see him again.
“So what if I do?” you weren’t going to play his game the way he wanted you to play. You were no longer that slave girl he fucked out of pity— you knew the rules to the game now and knew how to play to win. “What are you going to do about it?”
You weren’t expecting for him to give in so easily. Or perhaps you knew but ignored all the signs that you pushed him too far. Because the next moment you found yourself on top of his thighs, your legs clumsily straddling him when he reached for you and yanked you down on top of him, making your head spin from the sudden movement, his arms holding you down with his fingers digging into your hips to keep you immobile. You gasped your surprise, your face mere inches away from his visor.
“I’m going to fuck you just like that,” his voice was rough, filled with the brewing tension of his growing desire. “In this room, atop this throne. And you’re going to enjoy every moment of it.”
“I’m not—”
“And anywhere I desire afterwards,” he didn’t let you finish your thought. He pressed you further against him, making you slide along his thighs until you were flushed against him, making your core throb when you felt his growing desire pushing against you, only reminding you of the power he held over you. “Don’t lie to yourself, princess. You won’t be able to resist the pull no matter how hard you try. You’ve been craving my touch and my cock. And that is why even now your cunt is dripping wet. It always is.”
It was like your tongue was glued to the roof of your mouth. You couldn’t possibly come up with the answer. But you couldn’t deny the truth in his words either. You were wet, had been ever since laying your eyes on him. Your body craved his touch, his body, his cock. You audibly swallowed and he heard you in the silence of the room. You could almost imagine him smirking at you, giving you a look like he was much superior to you.
“ Bastard ,” you hissed.
Instead of replying, he shifted his hips, rubbing himself against you in the most guitless way he possibly could, earning a sharp gasp from your lips. Your fingers curled around his biceps, trying to hold yourself steady but it proved futile when he moved again, almost forcing you to hop atop his thighs, creating more friction between your bodies. You were soaking wet in no time and your choice of attire that day showed it more clearly than anything else in this dim place, the tan pants soon showing a rather large wet spot between your thighs, only serving to confirm Fett’s words. You couldn’t even hide it from him— you knew he’d seen it and you knew he could feel your wetness seeping into his own clothes.
“ Please ,” you finally choked the word out, your voice catching in your throat and coming out in rasp.
“You haven’t changed at all,” it wasn’t meant to be an insult— you knew it because of the way he said it, but it still left you feeling exposed and weak, and suddenly his strength and power over you seemed to be like a perfect outlet to let your repressed emotions to resurface and for your body to finally get what you’d been denying for the past five years. Sex .
“I need you,” you whined.
“I can tell,” his voice came out more like a chuckle. “You’ve been grinding yourself against me all on your own.”
You couldn’t even tell when he stopped moving and you took over— you didn’t care. All that mattered was feeling his hidden cock pressed against your core, your wetness seeping through and making you feel the heat of his body and the defined thickness and length of his impressive member.
“Please,” you repeated again.
“So you don’t care if anyone walks in to see you shamelessly beginning for my cock?” he was cruel like that, making you stop and think of your actions while your body was screaming for its release. “We’re in public after all.”
You groaned, your core clenching. “I don’t care.”
He chuckled then, his hands roaming over your body until he tore your upper clothing apart, the material shredding in pieces and exposing your bare skin to him, the room’s temperature seeping into your skin and covering it with goosebumps, making your nipples instantly harden and in direct view of Fett’s hidden gaze. And despite the chilly air in the room you felt yourself burn with inner fire, your skin feeling flushed and clammy when Fett started to earnestly touch you with his gloved hands, the rough material scraping against your sensitive peaks and making you moan.
“And you sound just the same,” Fett’s voice slithered through the haze in your mind just as he pinched your hardened peaks between his fingers, making you let out a high pitched noise of surprise and arousal mixed together.
“Boba, just— please—” you gripped his arms tighter, stopping yourself for a moment to catch your breath. “I need you inside of me. Now .”
He watched you make a futile attempt to try and get your hands under his belt, to the hidden zipper of his pants. You only ended up being tangled in the extra loose clothing of his tabard, huffing your annoyance in a pathetic little whimper that escaped your lips when you failed to get your hands wrapped around his cock.
“That desperate for it?” he taunted you and you sent him a glare. “You don’t even care where I fuck you?”
“As long as you actually fuck me,” you growled, forgetting your earlier words when you told him you would only let him do that in his old room. Your mind was too cloudy to think clearly.
He pushed you then and you stumbled from his lap, ungracefully falling down by his feet on the hard floor with a startled cry. You looked up in stunned surprise to see him working with the zipper, his cock instantly falling out from the confines of his pants and rigidly bobbing as it stood perfectly with all its massive glory right before your eyes.You instantly had forgotten the insult on the tip of your tongue for Fett’s rough handling, instead your mouth going dry at the sight of his cock. You had forgotten how large he really was.
“Get up,” he ordered you and you begrudgingly followed his command, all the while still staring down at the only exposed part of him presented to you. “Take off the rest of your clothing,” you shot him another displeased look.
“Shouldn’t you—”
“I said— take them off ,” he ordered in the tone that left no room for argument and your body jolted from the arousal that swept over you, your core clenching and forcing you to do as he commanded while you fumbled with the zipper of your own pants, haphazardly trying to free yourself out of your clothing. Your blaster laid forgotten by your feet when you were done, standing in all your nude glory before him, waiting with held breath for what was to come next.
“Turn around.”
“I don’t—”
“ Turn around ,” he snapped. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”
You did just that, turning yourself around and away from him, presenting him with a view of your backside and your ass to his eyes. Your gaze was met with an empty throne room, the whole place deserted and leaving you feeling exposed as you struggled with the reality of what you were doing— what you were about to do.
“Spread your legs.”
“ What ?” you squeaked and then felt a sharp slap of his hand colliding against your ass, reminding you of his words just earlier. You flushed a deep crimson, your breaths coming out in short pants as you slowly spread your legs apart, feeling the stickiness of your arousal clinging to your inner thighs.
“Bend over.”
You shuddered, feeling sick for letting him do this to you but not finding a strength in yourself to stop. You were enjoying the power he had over you, and you knew he knew that too when you obliged to his command and bent over, showing him the perfect view of your drenched folds, leaking with your juices, some of it dripping down on the ground between your feet.
“Show me,” his voice turned deep, sending shivers down your spine. You barely had any idea what his words meant but you did what you thought they meant. You grabbed your cheeks and spread them apart with your fingers, hissing at the stretch when you widened your stance and spread your legs further, exposing yourself in the way that would have been humiliating if it wasn’t for the fact that you were so far gone with your own uncontrolled arousal. You were literally presenting yourself to him, the insides of your cunt exposed as you pulled apart your folds, your fingers grazing your slicked entrance and making you softly whine. You waited again— stayed still like that until your back hurt standing bent over like that and holding yourself open for him.
“You should see yourself,” Fett’s voice finally cut through the silence. “Bending yourself for your king .”
“You’re not my—” the rest of your words died in your throat when his arms encircled your waist and pulled you against him, making you stumble against his chest from the discomfort your earlier position caused you and you collapsed back on top of his lap, only to be speared by his thick cock sliding past your slicked folds, earning a sharp scream from your lips.
“You were saying?” his chest armor was pressing against your back, its sharp edges digging into your soft skin but you hardly cared. You were trying to catch your breath, your insides clenching around his cock lodged deep within you, your legs still spread wide open and straddling his own thighs as you sat on top of him, your fingers digging into the edges of the throne.
“ Fuck ,” you moaned.
“That’s not what you were going to say,” Fett’s helmet pressed against the curve of your neck and you shuddered from the cold.
“I don’t remember,” you lied, focusing all of your attention on the spot between your legs. The pain from the sudden intrusion quickly subsided and now turned into slow burn, the fire quickly building within you into the roaring flames.
“Yes— you do,” he wasn’t moving and you cursed, trying to shift only to find yourself unable in your current position.
“Please,” you cried again. “I just want you to move.”
“ Yield ,” his voice was both a salvation and a curse. It sent shivers down your spine, making you clench harder around him.
“What?” you were lost in that one word, your mind unable to think and comprehend anything besides your carnal feelings.
“Submit yourself to me,” he growled in your ear. “You’re still fighting.”
“I don’t— I’m not—”
“You are sitting on the same throne where Bib Fortuna had sat,” you hissed, growing angry at Fett’s words for reminding you of where you were. “The same one I claimed as my own. This place now belongs to me— all of it. I’m the king of the underworld now. And you, princess, are now shamelessly begging for me to fuck you with my cock lodged deep within you.”
You tried to scramble away from him but his touch was like iron binding you to him. You helplessly whined, only further pushing yourself into him.
“Anyone can walk in now and see you like this,” his words were like knife slicing through you. You instantly glanced to the darkened hallway, half-expecting to see someone standing there. You were still alone. “A true royalty screwed by her kind.”
“You’re not—” you hissed and then gasped, feeling the first shift of his hips beneath you.
“I’m offering you much more than that, princess,” he started moving without waiting for your response and you zoned out, your body responding to his movements with the rise and fall of your own hips, soon finding the rhythm. You moaned with delight at the full sensation of him buried so deep within you, choked on air when he started earnestly fucking you, the rise and fall of his own hips slapping against your naked ass and resonating the sounds of wet sex throughout the quitness of the place.
Anyone could walk in— you knew that. You knew what they’d see once their eyes landed on the scene before them. A girl like you being savagely taken by the man such as Boba Fett, a fearless bounty hunter, a legend of his time, and now a king . They’d think you were just a whore, a dispensable pawn to Fett, him taking swift pleasure in someone’s wet cunt before discarding you. Except he wouldn’t do that— that much was clear when he asked you to yield to him. He saw you as more than just a whore. Perhaps as equal . Perhaps that was why he referred to your status of long-forgotten royalty, your nickname holding a power in the grand schemes of what Fett had in mind for you. You couldn’t know for sure and you could hardly think when your release soon pushed you past the edge and over it— and you screamed his name, bucking your hips into his own as he continued to relentlessly fuck you through your orgasm.
He didn’t stop then. He let go of your hips, one of his hand encircling your chest and squeezing your breast while his other moved in front of you and between your legs, working your clit with precise movements that made you scream and your toes curl and you were forced to rely on your own strength to stay seated atop of him, digging your fingernails into the seat of the throne, trying not to fall off of Fett as he continued to make you ride his cock. It was all too much— your body was not used to such abuse and you were already falling over another edge of your release, shamelessly cumming for the second time in minutes. You had forgotten about the stamina of this man, of the night when he’d repeatedly fucked you through several of your orgasms before you collapsed from literal exhaustion. You wondered if that was his goal this time as well.
“I won’t last much longer,” he growled into your neck, his modulated voice sounding breathless and raspier. “If you want my cum then yield.”
“Boba—” you choked. “I can’t .”
“ Say it ,” he growled, his fingers deftly working on your clit, making you see stars behind your eyelids.
“If I do— I’m afraid you’ll disappear again,” you cried out, finally admitting your fears out loud. “I don’t want that— I want you to stay— I want to be with you—”
“And I told you I’ll stay,” he growled. It was more than what he was willing to say, more than he was capable to tell you. It was his way of a promise, his way of soothing your worries without ruining his own image. You knew this was the best you got coming from him.
“ Fine ,” you squeezed your inner muscles around him. “I yield .”
You stopped fighting him then, letting him carry you over another edge while he built up his own, and soon you were milking his cock and greedily taking his load, your muscles pumping his throbbing member and screaming with relief when you felt his warm seed coating your walls and some of it leaking around the base of his cock. You missed that feeling— missing the feeling of him— his voice, his body, his genuine reaction as he groaned and pushed against you closer, holding you steady against him while he finished emptying himself. You didn’t dare to move after that, you didn’t think your legs would even support you. And you didn’t care that he didn’t pull out. His softened member would slip out of you soon enough without both of you moving an inch.
“I’ve often dreamed of this,” you admitted to him softly, after you regained enough oxygen in your lungs to speak. “I couldn’t bring myself to tarnish your memory with anyone else’s touch—”
“Are you telling me you haven’t fucked anyone else in those five years?” he sounded surprised and you couldn’t blame him for thinking that you were lying.
“I haven’t,” you softly whispered. “Have you ?”
“You think I’ve spent the last five years fucking whores?”
“I don’t know—” you bit your lip. “I truly don’t know what you were up to for the past five years.”
“Surviving,” you were surprised by his answer but then again, you would describe your existence with that same word if he were to ask you.
“So… what now?” you finally shifted in his lap and he let you. You turned around without having to disconnect yourself from him.
“You’re going to stay here. And I’m going to find the bastard who—”
“No,” you shook your head. “ Afterwards . After you killed the one who placed that bounty on me. I don’t think it’ll take you long to do that.”
“A week at most,” he confirmed with a nod of his head. “Depends on how well they can hide from me.”
“And then what?”
You felt his gaze on you, watching you. You suddenly felt like seeing his face. He read your intentions in your gaze and stopped your hands before you could reach for his helmet.
“ Don’t .”
“Why not?”
“I’m not the same man from five years ago,” he told you.
“I don’t care,” you reached for him again. “You’ve seen all of me. I want to see all of you,” you almost expected him to stop you again, instead he released his fingers holding your wrists and allowed you to fully turn around and face him. You took the opportunity as a sign that he was willing to show you his face and you took it, reaching for the underside of his helmet and pulling, hearing the hiss as it gave under your touch. You weren’t sure what to expect when you finally pulled it up and away from his head but it still caught you by surprise when instead of seeing his dark hair you were met with nothing .
“Sarlacc’s acid,” Fett’s natural voice did sound deeper and raspier as your eyes took in the damage caused by his accident. “Could have been much worse if it wasn’t for my armor.”
“Yes,” you whispered, your fingers absentmindedly trailing the deep scars on his face, disappearing behind the collar of his armor. You figured his body fared the same fate as his face, if not worse. You supposed you’d have another chance to explore that at a different time now that you’d be staying in this palace with him by your side. Your eyes returned back to his face, meeting his gaze and melting in the emotions in his eyes. “I missed you.”
He didn’t respond, at least not in the way you expected him to. “You want to know what’s next?”
You were trapped by his gaze, unable to respond with words. You nodded your head.
“I’m going to take over the rest of the criminal world,” he announced with assurity of someone who knew what they were doing, who could rely on their own strength and power to get them there. “And I’ll need any help I can get to ensure that I succeed. Including yours and Fennec’s.”
You understood his need for Fennec. She seemed like a strong woman, the type that was dangerous. She called herself assassin . She had skills— what did you have?
“ Mine ?” you questioned him, unable to understand his need for you except for sex.
“Yours,” there was a spark in his eyes, a look on his face you couldn’t quite read. Perhaps you were wrong about your usefulness, perhaps he needed you for something else. He answered your silent questions with his next words.
“You’re going to give me the one thing no one else can.”
A pause.
“An heir.”