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The squad finished their simple mission, taking out a small Kyr’tsad1 outpost, and they were running through the Wastes in their strill form, with Jango at the front of the group, returning to their ship. To an outside observer, they looked like a normal strill pack. Traveling in their shifted form made the journey through the Wastes safer and faster.
As they ran through a canyon, a sweet yet distinctly spicy scent caught Jango’s attention.
It was the smell of an omega in heat.
Jango slid to a stop and stuck his nose in the air, inhaling deeply. He turned his head this way and that, searching for the scent’s origin. He wasn’t the only one. The others in his squad were all sniffing the air too, having quickly noticed the scent.
His eyes widened when he locked onto the heavenly scent. He barked, catching the squad’s attention, and then bounded for the north wall of the canyon. The others followed behind him.
The sweet, spicy and yet citrusy scent led them to a cave. Jango slowed down and padded inside. All five of them stealthily tracked through the dark interior, following the irresistible Heat scent. They went around a bend, the Scent growing stronger, and found themselves in a large chamber with a rocky ledge on one side and an underground stream on the other. The ledge was only a few feet higher than where they were standing.
A moment later, a pitiful moan cut through the air and there was the squelch of slick. A low, keening whine followed. The omega was panting, deep in the throes of heat.
“Fuck,” the omega cried out, voice lilting.
There was only one place for the omega to be: on the ledge.
The squad could go around the front but Jango wanted to glimpse at the omega first. The Heat scent teased him but he still had enough mental facilities to only desire to mate with someone worthy of him and the squad. If Jango wasn't attracted to the omega, well they would ensure the omega had all they needed to see them through the Heat, even if Jango didn’t physically help.
He gingerly stepped around the side, following the stream and finding another path up onto the ledge. The squad was right on his heels. There was a large rock that blocked their view. He peered around it and stared at the omega.
There was a lantern off to the side, giving off a soft light. Next to it was a pack, presumably filled with supplies.
The omega was on his hands and knees on a blanket. He had one hand between his long, lithe legs. Scars, old and new, decorated the omega’s pale skin. Even in the low light, the omega’s red hair stood out. A small braid, near one of the omega’s ears, brushed against the ground.
Jango smirked. He knew this omega. The omega was a jet’ika2, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was Lady Kryze’s protector.
Kriff.
He has wanted Obi-Wan ever since he watched him fight that first time so many months ago.
From the little that Jango had seen of him, he knew the omega Jet’ika had Mandokarla3. Obi-Wan was a skilled fighter, besting several of Jango’s ori'ramikade4 in close combat. Just last week, Jango had watched Obi-Wan deflect several stun shots from Kyr’tsad members, protecting his charge. The pair had managed to escape because of Obi-Wan.
Over the past couple of months, Jango had fantasized about the young omega begging for his knot, eager to be claimed for the Haat Mando’ade5. Obi-Wan was a warrior. He was wasted with those dar'manda6, the New Mandalorians.
It seemed the Ka'ra 7 had gifted Jango the chance to claim Obi-Wan for Mandalore. The pretty omega would soon be one of them, defending the Haat Mando’ade.
The omega shuddered and put both hands on the ground. He gave a low whine, back arching. His lovely features contorted in agony.
The Heat scent hung like a thick cloud in the damp air.
“Kriff, I’m so close,” Obi-Wan whimpered, hands digging into the fabric underneath him. He groaned and shook his head, spreading his legs. “I want a fucking cock so fucking bad.”
Well, that was practically an invitation.
Jango approached the omega, staying in strill form. The rest of the squad followed him.
Obi-Wan panted, seemingly oblivious to them.
He was already in position, presenting his leaking cunt. It was shiny with slick. The light from the small lantern barely reached it, leaving the area in shadow, but even the soft reflection betrayed how the omega was soaking wet.
The enticing scent beckoned Jango closer and closer. He licked his lips, eying the omega’s wet thighs. He inhaled deeply.
“Please,” the omega whispered.
Eager to please, Jango licked at the omega’s center. The omega gasped. His body jerked forward before pressing back. Jango dragged his tongue along the omega’s wet folds, mentally grinning as a shudder ran through him.
“Who’s there?” Obi-Wan asked, voice shaking.
Jango didn’t answer. He licked into the omega’s cunt, tasting the delicious heat slick directly from the source. He groaned at the heavenly taste.
Another tongue licked along the same path.
“Oh kriff,” Obi-Wan said. His whole body was trembling.
Myles licked into Obi-Wan’s cunt just as Jango’s tongue was pulling out. He pressed deep inside the omega.
“No, this isn’t” —
The omega’s back arched and his words cut off.
The others stepped forward. All of them tasted the slick dripping from the omega’s cunt. They licked his quivering thighs clean. Their tongues dipped inside that glorious wet warmth.
“Kriff kriff kriff. I’m going to fucking come,” Obi-Wan whined. His hands dug into the blanket. His hips bucked onto their tongues, pressing into their touch.
Jango buried his tongue deep into the omega’s cunt and lapped at the fluttering walls.
“I need” — Obi-Wan trailed off, keening. His thighs spread, opening himself for them.
Jango knew what Obi-Wan needed. Obi-Wan had said it already: a cock. He needed to be fucked. He was an omega in heat. Tongues weren’t going to assuage him.
As much as Jango enjoyed eating the omega out, diving his tongue into that slick warmth with the rest of his trusted squad, his strill side was eager to move forward. His strill cock was hard. He could smell the other’s arousal too.
Jango huffed and he shouldered his squadmates out of the way. They backed off. He was the alpha of the squad. He was the Mand’alor. He had first chance.
Obi-Wan gave a soft noise, arms shaking. He made to push off the ground.
Jango gave a low growl and he draped himself over the jet’ika’s back. He rubbed the tip of his cock against Obi-Wan’s folds.
“No, no,” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head, sounding pained.
He didn’t try to move though. Instead, he relaxed under Jango’s strill body, submitting to him. Obi-Wan’s omega side recognized Jango’s alpha dominance.
A pleased rumble left Jango. He licked the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, tasting the sweat beading there.
Like most omegas deep into their heat, Obi-Wan was desperate for an alpha's knot and eager to submit.
Jango would take care of him. The whole squad would. In the end, they would claim him for Mandalore.
The head of Jango’s cock caught on Obi-Wan’s entrance as Jango rutted against him. He groaned at the tease. He shifted his thrusts and on the next one, slipped inside that glorious, tight heat.
Obi-Wan’s head dropped down, his chin hit his chest. “Oh kriff, this isn’t happening,” he whimpered.
Jango growled in frustration at Obi-Wan’s denial and he slammed his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside that incredible cunt.
This was happening; and he would ensure that Obi-Wan knew it.
Jango pounded into him, taking him hard.
Obi-wan cried out. His walls clenched around Jango. His whole body was tense. Yet, he pressed back into Jango’s thrusts.
“Fuck,” he groaned, shaking his head. “I want more.”
That wasn’t going to be a problem soon.
The thing about strill cocks was that they grew. They started off small but after a few thrusts they were bigger than a human’s and most near-human’s. Even strill knots were bigger than human alpha knots. It wasn’t unusual for strill shifters to fuck their mates, particularly their omega mates, while in their shifted form.
“What the fuck,” Obi-Wan cursed, squirming under Jango. “Is he getting bigger?” His voice went high in confused excitement.
Jango grinned above him.
It didn’t take long for strill cocks to fill their partner. Obi-Wan certainly wasn’t going to forget this experience. The omega was theirs. They would ruin him for anyone else.
Jango fucked him, taking his pleasure. He drove into him hard. Obi-Wan’s increasingly wild, wanton noises encouraged him.
The omega’s walls squeezed around Jango’s cock. Obi-Wan’s back arched. He screamed as he came, spilling his release all over the blanket underneath them.
Jango smirked, pleased to have made the omega orgasm. He sped up his thrusts, eager to fill him. He licked the back of the omega’s neck, treating him like he would a familiar lover.
“I need to stop,” Obi-Wan groaned, head dropping down. “I can’t let a strill fuck me. This isn’t right.”
Jango growled in protest. His thrusts slowed. He leaned over and put his mouth around Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan stilled underneath him. Jango lightly pressed his teeth into the omega’s skin, emphasizing how much power he had over him.
“Fuck.” Obi-Wan’s cunt clenched around Jango’s cock. His head fell forward, baring his neck for Jango. The heat scent deepened.
Perhaps he liked that. The omega wouldn’t be the first to enjoy being dominated.
Jango sunk his teeth deeper into the omega’s neck.
A shudder ran through Obi-Wan. He pressed back onto Jango’s cock, like he couldn’t get enough. His walls quivered around Jango’s cock.
The omega definitely liked it.
Emboldened, Jango kept his mouth around the omega’s neck and pounded into him. Filthy encouraging moans fell from Obi-Wan’s lips as he pressed into each hard thrust. The smack of their bodies echoed in the large cavern.
Finally, Jango got him to shut up. He liked knowing if his partner was enjoying themselves but Obi-Wan wouldn’t quiet. Now, his mouth was slack. He was panting and rocking on Jango’s cock like some needy omega.
It seemed that as soon as Obi-Wan knew who was in charge, he submitted. He just needed an alpha. Well, now he had a whole squad of alphas to take care of him.
Soon enough Jango was approaching the edge. He fucked into him harder, hips snapping forward. Obi-Wan was open to him, legs spread, eager to be filled.
The base of Jango’s cock enlarged. It tugged at Obi-Wan’s walls, slipping in and out with each thrust.
Obi-Wan’s head lifted.
“Too big. It’s too big,” he whined. Except his legs spread a little more and he was pressing backward. His scent deepened, betraying his pleasure.
Jango grunted, chasing his release.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan cried out, walls tightening impossibly around Jango’s cock. Obi-Wan’s cunt squeezed around Jango’s knot, locking him inside, unable to budge.
Obi-Wan shook as he came, dirtying the blanket even more
Jango gave a few staccato thrusts before he spilled inside Obi-Wan.
“Fuck,” Obi-Wan said, head tipping forward.
Obi-Wan stayed on all fours as Jango’s cock pumped load after load into him.
Jango licked Obi-Wan’s neck and shoulders. He licked Obi-Wan’s gland and Obi-Wan shivered.
“It’s fine,” Obi-Wan whispered, “A strill can’t mark me.”
Jango grinned.
Obi-Wan was wrong there.
Any mando’ade could tell if someone had a strill mate. Strill claims were long scrapes across the skin. The long red lines were an obvious giveaway.
Obi-Wan wouldn’t be leaving this cave with an unmarked neck. Jango’s strill side was already eager to claim him.
Jango lowered his mouth to Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan tensed. If Jango applied enough pressure, he could easily bite into Obi-Wan’s blood vessels, killing him there.
This time, Jango pressed his teeth into the omega’s skin and dragged them along the surface, scratching the gland.
Obi-Wan gasped, walls clenching again.
Sweet omega pheromones flooded Jango’s senses.
“It’s fine,” Obi-Wan said in a breathy whimper. His hips gingerly rocked on Jango’s knot.
His knot deflated faster than normal. Jango was a little disappointed that his knot didn’t last as long as he would have liked. But with the pack present and eager for the Omega, biology was against him. But that meant that he could enjoy watching his pack fuck the Jet'ika out of his mind.
As the haze of pleasure lifted, Jango noticed a foul scent underlying the omega’s. It was from others the omega was close with, no one Jango recognized. It only highlighted how little the omega smelled like them.
That wouldn’t do. He was their omega. Jango had claimed him.
Jango huffed and shook his head, pulling back from the vile odors. Obi-Wan would smell like them. He would bring him into the pack.
There was one sure fire way to do that too.
Jango relaxed his muscles and let his stream flow, pissing into Obi-Wan’s warm cunt. He sighed above the omega, Jango’s piss mixing with his cum in Obi-Wan's cunt. He licked contentedly along Obi-Wan’s spine as he flooded him.
A curious noise escaped Obi-Wan as he squirmed underneath Jango. “What are you doing?” he asked, peering over his shoulder. His brows were furrowed. His nose twitched. “Are you…” Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. “Fuck, you are!”
He jerked under Jango and managed to pull off his cock. He started to crawl away.
Jango snarled at him. He slammed a paw on Obi-Wan’s upper back, forcing his chest to the ground, leaving his ass in the air.
The stream of piss splashed over Obi-Wan’s center. Jango shifted forward and hit Obi-Wan’s lower back. The piss fell down his back and sides, covering him. Obi-Wan trembled underneath him.
“No,” he whispered, looking up at Jango, eyes wide, hands fisted in the blanket. His scent brightened with arousal. As much as the omega tried to fight it, Jango could smell how much he liked it.
Jango kept going until there was nothing left.
Obi-Wan sniffled when Jango stepped back. His back was drenched.
Jango walked around to Obi-Wan’s front, amused as Obi-Wan’s eyes tracked him.
Obi-Wan completely missed Myles stepping forward. He was Jango’s second and thus had the honor to follow Jango in taking the omega. Myles’ long pink cock was hard and ready.
Jango leaned down and sniffed Obi-Wan’s gland.
The other scents were still there.
People picked up the scents of those they spent the most time with. Marking someone could change a scent quickly. They were going to change Obi-Wan’s scent during his heat. He had no doubt about that. If they marked him enough, the only scents that would remain would be theirs, mixed with the omega’s natural citrus-like scent.
Jango sat in front of Obi-Wan and grinned, watching Myles position himself behind the omega.
Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed and then his eyes widened and he frantically looked over his shoulder.
“No,” he gasped.
Myles pressed inside him.
“No, no, no, no,” Obi-Wan repeated, back arching.
If he didn’t want this he was utterly failing at acting like it. He wasn’t even trying to escape them. He was opening himself up for them, spreading his legs.
Myles fucked him hard, snarling and grunting with each thrust.
“Oh kriff, you get bigger too,” Obi-Wan groaned, eyes rolling back.
Jango chuckled. Obi-Wan really was a strill slut.
“Fuck, why does this have to feel so good?” Obi-Wan said, getting back onto all fours and pressing into Myles’ thrusts. He shook his head, hands clenched. “Fucking stupid strill cocks.”
Jango growled at that, lips quivering, showing his sharp teeth.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, alright,” Obi-Wan snapped. He bit at his bottom lip on a particularly hard thrust which shoved him forward. “Never thought a…” Obi-Wan moaned. “A pack of strills would.” Obi-Wan gave another moan, pressing back. “Would fuck me during a heat— kriff, right there, please.”
Jango grinned at the others. They were all hard, waiting for their turn.
“I’m going to cum,” Obi-Wan whined, eyes clenched shut.
Jango had a gorgeous view of Obi-Wan’s face contorting in pleasure. Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open. His jaw dropped. His back arched. He let out a filthy agonized cry as he spilled his release. His small omega cock twitched with each spurt.
Obi-Wan collapsed forward, bracing himself on his forearms. He was shaking.
Myles groaned above him. He leaned forward and bit into Obi-Wan’s neck,
Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled back.
Myles’ hips stuttered. He stilled behind the omega. The omega squirmed as Myles pumped him full of his seed. When Myles finished, he scratched his teeth over the scent gland and Obi-Wan whined.
A moment later, a pungent scent filled the air. Obi-Wan shifted underneath Myles. His hips were rocking back slightly.
“No,” he whispered, shaking his head. “This isn’t right.”
He reached forward as if to crawl away again.
Jango growled at him, baring his teeth.
“Fuck,” Obi-Wan groaned, dropping his head. He glanced back up at him. “You know I’m not a strill right?”
Myles pulled out of him, spraying Obi-Wan’s center and chest.
Obi-Wan clutched at the blanket. A shiver ran through him.
Myles finished marking him and he came to sit next to Jango. He nudged him, grinning. Jango returned the grin.
The Manda truly blessed them. They had found a mandokarla omega in the wastes. One that was waiting for an alpha to take him. He was ripe to be claimed.
Silas pressed into Obi-Wan next. Obi-Wan groaned. He kept up a running commentary as Silas fucked him, even noting how Silas’ cock grew in size inside him. Silas came quickly, spilling inside the omega. He scraped his teeth against Obi-Wan's neck. Obi-Wan squirmed as Silas filled him with piss. This time, Obi-Wan made no move to escape.
After Silas, Phel fucked Obi-Wan. He took Obi-Wan hard, making Obi-Wan cling to the blanket. Phel’s mouth clamped around Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan came as Phel knotted him. Obi-Wan's eyes rolled back and tears streamed down his cheeks. Phel scratched his sharp alpha canines along Obi-Wan’s gland, hips gently rocking as his knot pumped more cum into him. Phel grunted above him. He marked Obi-Wan before he pulled out and sat next to the others. Obi-Wan’s body trembled. His eyes had an unfocused glaze to them.
All the while, Obi-Wan kept whispering that this wasn’t happening. Yet he kept taking their cocks. He kept pressing back into them.
Baej, the newest member of the squad, stepped up behind Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan gave a soft whimper as Baej rubbed against him and his eyes fluttered closed.
The moment Baej slid inside him, Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open and he groaned. His upper back dropped and he raised his hips. His expression was one of pure bliss.
Baej took him slow at first, driving deep inside the whiny, keening omega. Obi-Wan eyes rolled back as the thrusting sped up. He panted.
Kriff.
This was hot to watch. Jango was already getting hard again. The others were too.
Baej lasted a while before knotting Obi-Wan. He bit Obi-Wan’s neck and marked his gland as he did. Obi-Wan’s eyes squeezed shut and he moaned. Baej stayed there, mouth clamped around Obi-Wan’s neck as he pumped hot seed into him. Before Baej pulled out, he pissed in him and Obi-Wan just took it, body shaking as hot piss filled his cunt.
After Baej stepped away, Obi-Wan collapsed to the ground. He crossed his arms and pillowed his head on top of them, closing his eyes. He shivered in the cool air. His back was shiny from them marking him. The inside of his thighs was a mess of cum and piss. Angry red lines marred his neck, scratching over his gland.
It was obvious that a strill pack had taken the omega and claimed him as theirs.
Kriff.
He was just too tempting like this. His legs were spread in open invitation. The sweat made him glisten. He looked gorgeous. And he was starting to smell like them too.
Jango moved behind the prone omega. He nosed at Obi-Wan’s center. The smell of Heat had only increased in the presence of several alphas. Heat slick was pouring out of the omega’s weeping cunt.
A choked off noise escaped Obi-Wan. Yet his legs spread just a little wider. He got up on shaky hands and knees.
Jango lowered himself and rubbed his cock along Obi-Wan’s core. His cock easily slipped inside that incredible warmth, Obi-Wan’s body welcoming him. Jango pressed deep inside him, savoring the feel of his amazing cunt.
After all of them had fucked him, Obi-Wan was just taking Jango’s cock, hips rocking, meeting each thrust. His lips were open as he breathed heavily.
Their omega had entered a state of bliss, just taking what an alpha gave him.
Across from the pair, the others were watching. Their cocks were hard. It was too bad only one of them could fuck him at a time.
Well, only one person in his cunt.
Jango made a noise that indicated he wanted Myles’ attention.
Myles turned to him.
Jango nodded at Obi-Wan’s face and he thrusted hard. Obi-Wan let out a low moan, mouth opening wide. Jango made the same move and nodded at Obi-Wan’s face again.
Myles stepped forward. He sat in front of Obi-Wan’s face. His long pink cock right in front of the omega.
On the next thrust, Obi-Wan’s mouth opened and he wrapped his lips around the cock. Myles’ head tipped back and he bucked into Obi-Wan’s mouth. Obi-Wan groaned around him, his cunt squeezing Jango’s cock.
The omega was fully into it now. Obi-Wan was taking them both well. When Jango thrusted into him, pressing him forward, Obi-Wan would take Myles’ cock deep.
Now two of them could fuck him at the same time.
The group fell into an easy rhythm. One of them was almost always fucking the omega’s cunt and another person in his mouth. Obi-Wan just took whatever they gave him. He opened himself for them, letting them use him.
Jango took a turn fucking Obi-Wan’s mouth at one point. It took a while but he eventually managed to knot his mouth. He kept his knot from locking behind those pink lips out of fear of injuring their precious omega.
They pissed and came in Obi-Wan’s cunt, filling him until his belly was slightly rounded. They spilled in his mouth and on his face. He was a mess. He was grinning up at them, eyes shining. Satisfaction radiated from Obi-Wan.
Eventually, the five alphas grew tired and they laid around their new partner. Obi-Wan rested on his side with his head tucked against Jango’s fur. One of Obi-Wan’s arms was slung over Myles as he slept against Obi-Wan’s belly. Silas and Phel were pressed against Obi-Wan’s back. Baej’s head was on Obi-Wan’s thighs.
Obi-Wan’s eyes closed. His breathing evened out. He fell asleep.
The five alphas nodded off soon after.
At some point, a light scraping sound woke Jango. The pressure on Jango’s belly was gone and he jolted. In the dim light he made out Obi-Wan crawling over Myles.
Jango snarled and he clamped his teeth on Obi-Wan’s shin.
Obi-Wan cried out and he caught himself with his hands before he could fall on his face. He was crouched over Myles.
Myles jerked awake. He glanced around, seeing Jango upset, and clamped his teeth on Obi-Wan’s other shin.
Obi-Wan trembled in their grip.
“Please,” he whispered, voice shaking, “I’m not leaving. I’m getting my bag. I’m thirsty.”
Jango gave a threatening growl before releasing his hold. He eyed Myles and shook his head, telling him to keep his hold. He bit on the strap and dragged the pack to them.
Obi-Wan squinted at him. “You’re not a normal strill,” he said after a moment of perplexed silence.
Jango’s lips twitched at the statement. He sat down and waited for Obi-Wan to open the bag. Around them, the others stirred, eyes blinking open.
Obi-Wan shook his head and he unclipped the latches on the bag.
The reek of others penetrated the air and Jango huffed at the unwelcome scents.
Obi-Wan dug out a water bottle and chugged the contents. His eyes fluttered closed.
Jango pawed at the bag, turning it towards him. He buried his nose in it and sniffed out the offending contents. He bit them and pulled out a set of clothes.
Obi-Wan pulled back from his water bottle with a gasp. “Leave those alone,” he said, reaching for the clothing. “I need them for after this.”
Jango growled, baring his teeth at him.
Obi-Wan was their omega now. They weren’t going to let him walk around wearing another person’s scent.
Jango lifted his leg.
“No!” Obi-Wan shouted, lunging forward. The others grabbed his limbs, holding him in place.
Jango peed on Obi-Wan’s clothes, soaking them in his scent. He smirked at him, gleefully triumphant. No one would doubt who Obi-Wan belonged to.
Obi-Wan groaned and his head fell forward. His chin touched his chest. He let out a weary sigh. “Kriff, I’m too tired for this,” he shook his head.
Jango stepped forward and nuzzled Obi-Wan’s cheek.
He would learn that he was theirs. He wouldn’t fight them. He would accept it.
Jango nudged at Obi-Wan’s chest, pressing him back towards the others. Obi-Wan shook his head but he easily followed. He laid back down, putting the water bottle within arm’s reach. Jango took his position at the top, chest warming as Obi-Wan laid his head on him.
Several hours later, Jango woke up to Obi-Wan whimpering. Obi-Wan’s rich, spicy heat scent had deepened. Jango could practically taste the slick that was undoubtedly leaking between the omega’s legs.
Obi-Wan’s blue eyes were glazed over as his back arched and he cried out and clutched at his belly.
Jango gave a distressed growl, licking Obi-Wan’s face. He didn’t like seeing the omega in pain.
“Kriff,” Obi-Wan groaned. He rolled onto his front and got on his knees, presenting himself. He gave Jango an expectant look. “Fuck me.” His eyes clenched shut and he fisted his hands, sounding pained. “Fucking fuck me. I know you want to.”
Well, if Obi-Wan was asking them, Jango wasn’t going to turn him down. Especially not with how good the omega smelled, like a delicious feast.
Jango got up and moved behind Obi-Wan.
Slick glistened as it leaked from his center and down his thighs, making his skin shine. He looked gorgeous like this. He was a treat for them.
The squad’s scent lingered underneath that heat spice scent, marking him as theirs and simultaneously calling them to him, urging them to use the omega. The heat scent paired with their scents made it nearly irresistible.
“Please, fuck me,” Obi-Wan said, pressing back.
His center widened and more pearlescent slick leaked out of him.
The alluring heat scent saturated the air. With each breath, Jango inhaled more. His cock was hard before he even realized it.
“Please,” Obi-Wan cried, desperate for relief.
Jango mounted the omega, rubbing his hard cock against his center.
Obi-Wan whimpered underneath him, body relaxing. He rocked into him. He no longer denied himself pleasure.
Jango sheathed his cock in Obi-Wan’s slick omega cunt, thrusting deep into the incredible warmth.
Obi-Wan’s walls squeezed around him, embracing him. His back arched. He cried out. This time Obi-Wan’s voice was tinged with joy.
Something had shifted in the omega.
Jango took him hard, chasing his pleasure. He bit into the omega’s neck, teeth scraping against Obi-Wan’s gland, as he pounded into him. Filthy, lewd noises poured out of Obi-Wan and Jango savored each of them. When Obi-Wan came, he let out a wanton moan. Jango knotted the omega and filled him with his seed. In a repeat of the day before, Jango pissed into him. Obi-Wan shuddered underneath him.
The others took their turns with Obi-Wan too. They kept filling the omega. Obi-Wan took them all again and again, pressing back, meeting their thrusts. They used his mouth, spilling inside him. The omega’s eyes grew increasingly glazed. Obi-Wan’s belly bulged with their cum.
Their scent intensified, blending with Obi-Wan’s natural scent. There would be no mistaking who Obi-Wan had mated with. Especially as they continued marking him.
Obi-Wan’s eyes began to droop. Soft noises escaped him, lacking the full volume from before. He still pressed into the thrusts but his movements lacked vigor.
As Phel pulled out of him, Obi-Wan let out a quiet sigh. His head rolled to the side. His eyes were closed.
Jango shook his head in amusement.
They were exhausting the omega.
Jango nudged at Obi-Wan’s side, trying to get him to lay down.
Obi-wan swatted at him.
“Give me a minute then you can keep fucking me. I need to catch my breath.”
Jango rolled his eyes.
Baej grunted and jerked his head towards the cave entrance.
They needed to return to the compound. They still had to plan their next strike. Silas had run out and confirmed that they were safe and that the rest of the operation had gone well. Still, they couldn’t stay here forever.
Jango pushed Obi-Wan onto his side, much to Obi-Wan’s indignation. Obi-Wan huffed but he didn’t try to move. Jango curled around Obi-Wan’s head, letting him rest against him. Obi-Wan’s nose buried in Jango’s fur. The others took up spots around the sleeping omega.
Jango waited until Obi-Wan was sleeping for a while before pulling back and shifting into his human form. He stretched his cramped muscles and blinked in the dim light. His strill form had better dark vision.
The others copied him, returning to their human forms too. Baej groaned and he grabbed Obi-Wan’s water bottle and drank the rest of it.
Jango checked Obi-Wan’s bag and found his Jetii’kad. He clipped it to his belt. He wouldn’t deprive their new mate of his weapon.
There were a few meal bars and another water bottle. Jango had some of the water before sharing it with the others and they downed it all. They snacked on the meal bars, replenishing their strength before they had to run back to their ship.
Jango took off his cloak and he wrapped it around Obi-Wan, doing his best to be gentle with the sleeping omega. Obi-Wan was out cold after taking the squad for a couple of days. They were near the end of the heat so they could transport him easier.
Myles helped him lift and position Obi-wan on his shoulder. He was at the back of the group, carrying Obi-Wan out of the cave. Baej was in his strill form, scouting ahead.
It took longer to traverse the Wastes in human form but they made it safely to the ship. Phel piloted them back. Jango had Obi-Wan’s face tucked against his neck, letting Obi-Wan scent him as he slept.
He was their omega now.