Plo's Bros inc.

Discipline

Two weeks in the ice and Doryn had gotten used to the clone cuddle piles that her and the snow squad had often been in. Her first night back she'd been so tired that she instantly crashed in her bed in the Temple. Though, the second night she couldn't get to sleep, no matter how much she gave into her wants to arrange her blankets for her to curl up. Eventually she headed over to the barracks. She snuck in as she usually did but instead of heading to Wolffe's quarters she went to one of the 104th's bunk rooms. The bunk room that Spitter, Scope, Sprint and Mortar were on the floor of in a cuddle pile.

The cuddle pile, which resulted in bunks stripped of their mattresses and blankets, was where Wolffe found her. He'd only just gotten back from the aid mission which had piggybacked on the return from Felucia and pick up of Commander Tano. She was on the outside of the pile, likely a latecomer. Though, with Mortar's hand on her arse and her head on Sprint's stomach, it wasn't great for Wolffe. He told himself that there was no way he was jealous. Ryn only wanted him. Had only ever given herself to him. She was his, as he was hers. He was sure that she couldn't be that comfy. There was no way the floor was comfier than his bed and chest. So, he gently plucked her up from the pile and she instantly nudged into the plastoid without even waking.

Though, she seemed to wake a little when she was deposited on his bed without his warmth against her. "Come boy." He heard through the jumbled mess of her half-asleep murmurs as he removed his armour. Wolffe only saw this as a challenge. As if he weren't already ready to shoot his brothers... again. Though, he knew she wouldn't dare say that if she were really awake. Well, he at least thought that until he turned to see her wide awake on his cot. Her eyes half lidded and enticing him in. He couldn't help the low growl as he held her by the throat. Without any real pressure, of course. "You want to repeat that?"

She kept her mouth shut tight and shook her head a little. After Wolffe's promise before they separated last, she knew she was already in some trouble. She didn't need to dig herself a deeper grave. He leaned closer and slotted his nose against hers. "Good girl." He murmured against her lips before taking them with his own. His hand went from her throat to the base of her skull while the other propped him up. Doryn started working on removing her sleep shorts and the panties underneath.

As she wriggled to get her clothes off, Wolffe caught onto what she was doing. He was supporting her a little with his hand behind her neck, which suddenly retracted its support. Her back flopped a little back down to the mattress, breaking the kiss for them. His hand came down to hers and paused them in their actions. "Do you want to do that part?" She questioned; the hunger obvious in her voice as if her entire being hadn't been screaming it. He was sure every part of his expression and gaze shouted back how badly he needed to sink his teeth and cock into her. Though, she seemed to be getting more and more demanding and her manners outside of the bedroom got worse and worse. "Just fuck me already." She whined. She'd been doing that a lot, as well as seeking out his attention and rubbing her scent onto his gear. She seemed desperate for his cock all the time and Wolffe wasn't complaining. Though, he did want to fix her behaviour a little.

Doryn felt her love, her mate, move to sit on the bed. She'd let go of the fabric covering her entrance when Wolffe's hand met hers. Anything to convince him to give into her instincts and needs. She'd been sort of alright for two weeks but was again in another 2-week oestrous phase. She just needed him to mate with her. She needed his cum. Before she could work out Wolffe's plan, he yanked her wrists. She let herself be pliant to his whims and fell like a rag doll across his lap. That was when she knew that she was going to get to have him spank her again. He'd done it a couple of times when ploughing her from behind. By the Force did she like when he did that. Maybe it was how it mimicked his hips slamming into her ass that hard. All she knew was that it made her feel that much closer to her own finish.