Sarko Donoga and Frey'ja (Part 1)

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(( WARNING: Graphic sexual content ahead. This is your one warning.))

  The quiet hum of a starship, a rare commodity for those that lack the funds for their own, or perhaps do not travel the galaxy in favor of keeping their feet on solid ground. Whatever the case, some are more fortunate and venture into the deep beyond for business, pleasure, or whichever motivates their exploration and adventures. One such starship wanders aimlessly in view of a world, a swirling circle of asteroids around the blue gas giant as the vessel floats in a derelict manner as the occupants within tend to their gear. The helmet of a Mandalorian warrior, a fine piece of armor to witness, more so to don and wield, decorated in white and black accents, it's wear and age seems to convey that this particular warrior had seen many battles, some that left their scars behind to remind him of his failures. Nevertheless, we see the Mandalorian, glued to a wall of monitors and sensors, blue and red illuminating his scarred visage as his eyes scan through the walls of scrolling data and imagery until he is satisfied, tapping a button on the display before turning to leave, allowing the helmet to rest where it lies. 

  In the main 'hall' of the Sith Interceptor, a woman rests upon a sofa that was directly right beside the entryway to the cockpit in which the Mandalorian emerged from. She was beautiful, far more gorgeous than the scarred and tattooed man that looked down at her with a half cracked smirk from behind. Her blond hair was neatly braided and well kept, her eyes beautiful enough to be lost in, but her features and attitude were enough to convey that she too was more than a simple woman, rather a warrior like the man that stood behind her. The lady was focusing her gaze upon her arm, wrapping what seemed to be adhesive plating to her arm before adding additional plates, after which she flexed her muscles and fingers, attempting to see if they were adequate for use. However, her head quickly perked up and casually turned to her left, a side glance towards the cockpit entryway as she spoke.

???: "Just going to stand there, or are you going to take a seat?"

  There was a quiet, a pause for a moment before the young man started walking slowly around the bend of the couch and into her full view, to which she tilted her head slightly, looking him up and down as her battle armor rests around her. Those eyes pierced through the man she faced before he took his seat beside her, looking her over as well before she decided to break the silence with some casual banter, well, more so break the ice rather than the awkward silence between the two. 

???:
"Why the silent stare? Whatever happened to the man that... well... young man that broke me on that couch in front of everyone hm?~"

???: "Frey... we are on a mission, not out here to get some privacy and fuck around."

Frey'ja: "Uh huh, and yet, you tell me, that our target won't be here for another six hours. What did you believe we'd be doing in that time? Sparring? Staring into literal space? Come on. We got time.~"

  Of course, she was teasing and more or less prodding a response out of the Mandalorian who seemed to be falling right into her trap. Granted, she was certainly not the one to take the lead here, but to kill time, let alone six hours, she would hook, line, and sinker this man if she had to. Her lips formed a devious little grin as the warrior closed the distance, their bodies, though armored, were together, pressed together and their eyes were still glued to the other's as lust began to fuel their actions. Before Frey'ja could be undressed by her partner, he paused, hovering his hand over her breastplate, taking a moment to think until she decided to speak some rather seductive sweet nothings into his ear, biting on her lip with that grin and relaxed gaze as her own hand went from his neck, down all the way to his crotch which was absent of a crotch plate. He didn't fight this, and actually incited more from her as the two began to remove their armor, leaving it around the immediate area in an unsorted mess of beskar and durasteel plates. 

  By this point, Frey'ja was on the Mandalorians lap, griding her lower half on his lap as they roughly pressed their faces together in a kiss that was more sloppy than a drunk Imperial officer attempting to piss straight after downing seventeen shots. She cooed and sighed in pleasure, rubbing her hands all over his now bare and chiseled chest as both warriors were left in their underwear, making love on the couch. There were panting breaths and soft spoken words between them, their heads resting together as her hips continued their work and worked the growing bulge down below. 

Frey'ja: "Mmmnnaahhh... mmm yeah, I want you to fuck me baby... break me... stuff my ass Sarko...~"

Sarko: "Oh fuck yes... mmmnnnhhh... oh I'm going to make you my bitch baby...~"

  After those lustful words were exchanged, their lips met again until Sarko broke it abruptly, tugging on her bottom lip and shifting positions, now Frey'ja was resting her arms on the top of the couch, presenting her thick, heart shaped ass to her horny partner as she looked over her shoulder and giggled, wiggling those doughy mounds to entice her dominator further. This was met by a fierce smack across her cheek which left a burning print of his hand on her skin and the sound rang out loudly, bouncing off the walls as well as her sharp yelp of bliss. The woman could then feel her panties being tugged down from her waist and tied around her ankles, holding the shape of her ass which she didn't have time to react to as the sensation of a mouth wrapping around her exposed hole and a tongue piercing into it caused her to shudder and moan like a whore towards the ceiling. She began slowly panting from the pleasure of it all, wiggling her hips and even pushing back on Sarko's face with her ass which was met with an approving gesture of him tongue fucking her hole, but this didn't last long. Soon he stood to his feet, wiping his mouth and inspecting his prey before glancing up at her face. She looked back at his before she was shifted again, this time, she was upside down, her back was on the couch, her head dangled off the front end, and her bound legs hung over the top. The bra that held her two massive breasts was aggressively ripped from her with a loud snapping sound and tossed aside. 

  From her view below, she bore witness to Sarko removing his own underwear and revealing the thick, veiny unit that broke her from before, twitching and flexing with excitement a mere breath from her face. She adored such a view, but that was only the start, her mouth would be forced open by her apparent master's grasp, and not long after, her throat and open mouth was now the sheath for this giant cock. A visible bulge grew from the sheer size and the sounds that emitted from both her nose and throat was all the more arousing as Sarko began humping her face, using his hands to grasp her bouncing mounds on her chest, even using them as leverage as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, saliva being slung all over the metal floor and whatever it landed on. Her dexterity was impressive, as well as her ability to hold her breath, but this Mandalorian was having none of it, forcefully goring her throat with no remorse for this woman in the slightest. This went on for what seemed to them both like an eternity but this was not where Sarko would finish as he quickly unsheathed his meaty dick from her throat, watching the spit stretch from her mouth and his length as she gasped for breath and coughed. 

Sarko: "You just can't resist me can you Frey?~"

Frey'ja: "Haaahhh... *cough* heh, you can't resist me baby...~"

  There was a genuine moment of love between these two before Sarko took her for a ride. She was laid on her side, the beast of a man allowing her to use her hands to hold herself steady as Sarko knelt one knee and stood on the other leg before slotting that thick cock in-between her fat cheeks, pushing into her hole with a sudden and brutal show of strength which caused her to shriek with both glee and pain, clenching her hole around the member that just hilted her until he started thrusting into her, hard and deep. The plapping of her ass was glorious, enough to drive a man wild, but when Sarko reached forwards and grasped her head by her braided hair and ramped up the intensity, her whorish moans mixed with his grunting and sighs, it was perfection. She kept her gaze fixed on her dominators eyes, watching the fire of sexual rage fuel his actions while she was merely a tool for him to get off, but her cries and pleas for more were met ten fold, so much so she couldn't take it and shuddered, spraying from her slit all over the couch and her lover. 

Sarko: "Oh now your going to get it bitch.~"

Frey'ja: "More my lord! More please!~"

  The session they shared was brutal, a display of how a Mandalorian mates with their partner in more ways than what could be imagined, Frey'ja was a mess of tears, cries, moaning, and squirting, hoping that she didn't pass out. Sarko had her locked in a full nelson on the couch, laying on his back and battering her hole so hard she orgasmed a third time and covered the floor in more nectar until her restraints on her legs, aka, her panties, finally gave way and slipped from her ankles, allowing her legs to essentially dangle as she was used as a living sex doll. Thankfully, for now at least, she could feel the sensation of a twitching cock being crammed deep into her already gaping hole and she widened her eyes and moaned in unison with her lover, her hole being pumped full and beyond as both began to quake and quiver, teetering on the edge of limp and or unconscious. However, after a moment or so, the cock within slipped out and her gaping maw that once was an anus was now oozing sperm like a leaking faucet, so much so, Frey expelled some of it as it bubbled from her relieving herself in a 'cumfart'. 

  Both laid there in a heap, breathlessly panting and shaking like leaves until the third hour had passed. At that time, Frey'ja was resting atop Sarko, her head just beneath his chin and their nude bodies concealed by a blanket. Beneath, her leg and most of her body was draped over him, perhaps cuddling and or snuggling against him made her rest easier, perhaps both wanted another round but, it was quiet. In the remaining bowels of the Interceptor, most systems were deactivated or temporarily shut down, allowing their outside magnetic and electromagnetic signature to be nigh untraceable. A cold chill ran through the quiet and docile rooms of the ship, causing the Amazonian-like warrioress to slowly open her lids and awaken, yawning slightly and attempting to get her bearings. Once she was awakened enough to think straight and get a clouded view of her surroundings, she looked upwards at the sleeping face of Sarko in which she just giggled and kissed his neck, snuggling her head up against it but not returning to sleep. Instead there was thought, pondering silence as she slowly began to stare off into space until he too began to wake up, causing her to glance upwards again and shift her head to the side as he looked down at her.

Sarko: "How long... how long have we been out?"

Frey'ja: "Not sure... especially after that... Probably four hours maximum... Two to go..."

Sarko: "Uggghhh... well... at least we have time..."

Frey'ja: "Sarko..."

Sarko: "Hhhhmmm..?"

Frey'ja: "Nevermind... just... let's get some more sleep..."

  She was soon surprised by the feeling of his arms slinking over her back and tightly embracing her like snakes, which elicited, a smile, not one of a joking manner or a false smile, but a sincere grin of appreciation and love. Frey'ja tightened her own embrace, despite her assets' busty proportions, she slept relatively peacefully along side this younger man, which made her think, why was he so keen on showing this love for her. Granted, they had only done this twice, and the first time, he just dumped her in a heap of sperm, sweat, and nectar, but, something in her heart told her that this was different. Well, for now, that would have to wait as she drifted off into sleep. 

  As the time passed and she awoke yet again, groggy and still not fully ready to rise to the occasion, she found herself alone on the couch, tightly snug in the blanket and her Mandalorian partner nowhere to be seen. Groggily, she glanced around, wiping her eyes and hoping to see where he went, nothing. Frey searched the floor for his armor and gear, it was missing, her own was actually neatly pilled and sorted for her to put on without having to remember which is which. The warrioress managed to get herself together and put on her assortment of armor and clasp her weapon to her belt before taking a look around. Each room was darkened and empty, not a person in sight, that was until she finally made her way to the cockpit and found Sarko, resting in one of the pilot's chairs and staring out at open space, crossing his arms and seemingly lost in the majesty of space. She quietly approached from behind, though the clacking of her armor's plates made it obvious that she was present. There she witnessed what her partner was gazing at, the endless abyss of stars and blackness, but moreover the moon that orbited this blue gas giant. However, she slowly shifted her gaze back at Sarko, speaking in a softer tone than her usual gruff and cold manner. 

Frey'ja:
"How much time is left?"

Sarko: "..."

Frey'ja: "Sarko... eta, need it now."

Sarko: "Twenty minutes..."

  She paused before she said anything further, remembering back to their earlier talk in the hangar within Vaiken Spacedock about the job, about their duties and what this all meant. Then the trip out here, the tension between them so thick you could spread it on toast. And finally the capstone, sealing it with a session that would break normal people in two. Frey sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, opening them slowly as she could read Sarko, via her Force attunement.

Frey'ja: "Why do you feel disgusted with yourself?"

Sarko: "Frey, let's just focus on getting the job done, and we'll talk after."

Frey'ja: "Sarko, no, talk, now."

  That soft tone was turned cold as the steel around them as she flicked her hand a bit and the chair swiveled towards her, with surprisingly no resistance from either the man sitting upon it, or the mechanisms themselves. The two gave one another a bit of a look that showed nothing more than reluctance and fear to speak, but Frey buried her persona once more and stroked Sarko's face, genuinely caring for him.

Sarko: "Frey, I've been through this before... I've lost many who I gave my heart to... even some who attempted to murder me and take my young... some... succeeded in breaking... me... I cannot and will not allow that to happen again."

Frey'ja: "And what makes you think I will do the same? What do I have to gain from betraying you besides an angry Mandalorian hunting me down, a chance at a new life squandered and the loss of something that I am willing to fight for?"

Sarko: "Fair point... look... we'll talk more after-"

  To abruptly destroy this romantic moment, their target arrives, a Republic Thranta-Class Warship barrages into the system, fires pluming from multiple decks and trailing debris and smoke. Both freelancers face this and quickly drop whatever they were currently speaking of, not before giving one another a fleeting glance of concern, and quickly getting to their respective stations, ready to deploy and finish the mission they were sent here to do...

 Both freelancers face this and quickly drop whatever they were currently speaking of, not before giving one another a fleeting glance of concern, and quickly getting to their respective stations, ready to deploy and finish the mission they were s...

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 14, 2021 ⏰

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