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You weren't sure whether to call the Nihil your saviors… or just your new captors.
They hit the pirate gang that had you. Which was good because that meant those pirates were no longer going to kill you. But that didn’t exactly mean the Nihil wouldn't end up doing the same.
But maybe if you played their game you could get the chance to sneak away. The pirates had put you in the hold with the slaves they had, they didn't have anywhere else to throw you. So the Nihil thought you were just another one of the slaves. And not that you were down there because you gutted a captain on the bridge.
The bastard had it coming. He'd killed your best friend. Iri'kena. She had also been your only connection to home since the two of you had been kidnapped when you were both ten and were Navigators on the Chiss Nightdragon class warship called the Nightwind. And the bastard had shot her. So you gutted him like a deer. You thought they would have shot you then and there but they had thrown you in the hold. And then ran into a Nihil ambush. But you were used to doing what it takes to survive. So you were going to play the part of a quiet little slave.
You sat yourself away from the others. Not that they were so desperate for your company. Most of the slaves were human, or twi'lek. You were the only Chiss. They were afraid of you. Or at very least weren’t interested in liking you.
Some of the Nihil were walking around talking about their living bounty. It seemed like they were divvying them up.
"Never bothers me when we can pick up slaves. Since the Eye never seems interested in them." One said.
"Maybe the Eye would like this one." The other, an instantaneously irritating Weequay, hissed to his companion and nodding in your direction."Since they both got creepy eyes."
You flicked your 'creepy' red glowing eyes over to them. You'd heard stories about the Eye. He was some psychic monster that could find unfindable Paths through the galaxy. You didn't put much stock into stories that get passed around. When you were a teenager you were out in Wild Space, you and Iri'kena had stowed away on a ship of a new up and coming shipping company out of Lysatra. The owner of the company, a very nice Mr Theodore Vanto, had instead of throwing two scared 15 year olds out the airlock had fed you and let you sleep in beds. The stories he told of his people's legends of the Chiss made you two laugh. Legends have tendencies to tilt toward the absurd the more mouths they pass from.
You would take your chances with this Eye. There's no way he was as immediately irritating as that Weequay.
You were kept away from the others and when you all reached wherever the Nihil called home you were the only one brought to the Great Hall.
There was a whole big to do. Bullshit pageantry and chest beating. Ridiculous. But illustrative. You understood how the Nihil thought, it may come in handy. But the Eye didn't seem to buy into the pageantry. He seemed bored.
When the formalities ended you were brought to him
"Got ya something." Your least favorite Weequay said grabbing you by the arm and sort of shoving you at the mountain of a man that was the Eye of the Nihil. You kept your eyes down to play your new game. "Maybe a plaything would loosen you up."
"Kassav. I've told you I don't want your slaves." His way of speaking was oddly delightful. A precise staccato. Careful wording.
"Awww c'mon Marchion figured you'd like this one they're… unique."
You can't help but scoff and then feel the Eye looking at you.
"Is something funny?"
"On the ship he said I should be given to you because we both have…" you looked up at the storm etched smoked transpara-steel mask and saw the glow of your red eyes reflecting back at you. "Creepy eyes."
"How the hell did you hear that!"
"I have excellent hearing." You said smiling wide enough to show your exceptionally sharp canine teeth. You don't know when along the evolutionary line Chiss developed fangs but you were rather fond of yours. "And you are far louder than you think you are."
The softest laugh came from behind the Eye's mask. "Oh Kassav you're right they are unique." He said, pulling you to him and away from Kassav. "They don't take your shit."
Kassav blustered some sort of indignation.
But the Eye was already leading you off. "Hope you don't mind me leaving the party early."
"Where are you goin’ Ro?"
"You said I needed to loosen up." He put his arm around you and said so only you could hear. "Come on pet these things can be tedious. And I have a feeling one way or another your company will be far more entertaining than this."
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His ship the Gaze Electric was big and quiet and seemingly empty. You didn't see another soul before you got to his private rooms.
He gestures to the sofa. "Have a seat."
There the click hiss and he takes off his mask. And you are pleased that he is rather handsome. Angular face, long dark hair, and eyes of solid black midnight. "What's your name?"
You gave him your name and then tilted your head. "Your name is Marchion Ro."
"Yes. Kassav has a loud mouth as you know."
"Is that what you want me to call you?... if you keep me."
He looked at you. "Why do you say if?"
"You told Kassav you don't want slaves."
"No I told him I didn't want any from him." Marchion Ro said walking into another room. When he came back a few moments later he was only wearing his pants.
Your cheeks blush purple and your heart beat double steps. He really was a treat to look at.
"Why am I different?"
"Because I don't believe Kassav gave you to me for you to kill me."
You blink… that's certainly not the answer you expected.
"And judging by the look on your face now." He walked over to you and took your chin in his hand. "And the look you were giving me just a moment to go- I'm right."
He ran his thumb over the bow of your bottom lip. "And maybe Kassav is right, maybe I do need to loosen up… would you like to have some fun with me tonight pet?"
It had been sometime since you'd been with someone. You nod. Marchion smirks.
"Then come with me."
He took you by the hand and led you to the bedroom. When he closed the door you suddenly felt like a mouse in a cage. The look he was giving you was unmistakably one of a predator. And you were his prey for the night.
He walks over and kisses you. It's surprisingly soft, almost tender, his hands slide up under your shirt caressing your skin. He pulls you close as if savoring the feel of you. You run your hands over his chest. His skin is cool and soft and you like touching him.
He undresses you and when he runs his hands over your skin again you can't help but like how his slate grey skin looks against your blue.
"Go lay down my pet."
He lets you lay there, long enough that you start thinking about how very comfy the bed is. How soft and thick the comforter is. Then he comes over, and the hungry look in his eyes sends a thrill of fear down your spine. Your breath hitches when he touches you next. He trails a nail down your throat. When he pauses and splays a few fingers over your sternum you know he can feel your heart beating against your ribs like a bird in a cage.
"You're afraid of me." It isn't a question. His eyes are as dark and cold as the space between stars as he looks down at you.
You nod, not trusting your mouth with words. You would be stupid to not be afraid of Marchion Ro. Everything about him seemed to hint at the fact he could kill
He hums in what you desperately hope is approval. "That's smart of you. To fear me. But at least for tonight it issss…. unnecessary." His hand wanders back up to your throat. "That is if you behave."
Marchion's hand tightens around your throat so he feels you swallow nervously as he leans over you to growl in your ear.
"But you will behave for me won't you, pet?"
Your voice finds it's way past your lips as he nips at the soft skin just below your ear.
"Yes Sir."
You can feel the almost predatory grin spread over his mouth.
"Such a good pet." He loosens his grip on your throat until he's just barely dragging the pad of his thumb over your skin which highlights how fragile and small you feel underneath him.
That is until his other slides down your side and begins to tease between your thighs. Your nerves light up like fireworks and you can't help but moan. It really has been a long time.
You try to stifle the next moan with a hand. But Marchion snags your wrist and pulls your hand from your mouth.
"Oh no no don't do that pet." He tells you. "I want to hear you sing, my little bird."
So you do. You let your moans and whimpers turn into a song for him. One that admittedly becomes a little discordant and off beat as Marchion and his talented fingers bring you closer to the edge. Just before you crest the edge Marchion's hand drifted away.
You whimper desperately and arch your hips to try to chase his hand- you were so fucking close . Your face, neck, and parts of your chest were flushed a dark violet and your eyes blazed with need as you looked up at him.
"Please" you begged.
"Patience, birdie." He cooed pulling you up to standing. "I need you to do something."
"Yes Sir?"
"On your knees."
You didn't need to be told twice, you could behave. You sink to your knees in front of him. You were suddenly very eager for him not to have pants on. But you were patient and sat back on your heels and let Marchion pull down his own pants and--
By the Fates
You wondered for the briefest of seconds if you could fit his cock inside any part of you, let alone your mouth. You decided you didn't care- and gave him a long, slow lick from base to tip. Marchion hummed appreciatively as you took the head of his cock in your mouth. You started slow and took him inch by inch into your mouth.
He curled a hand into your hair at the back of your head.
"Such a talented little bird I have." He moaned as you managed to take his cock to the base. "With such a lovely warm little mouth."
You purred around his cock and felt him twitch in your mouth. You looked up through your lashes at him as you pulled back, Marchion's face was a blaze in infrared. His mouth just barely open as he hungrily watches you slide back down. When you purr again his hand tightens in your hair.
After a little more he was unable to hide the raggedness in his breathing. You smiled to yourself; see this game could be fun for everyone. But your game of teasing the Eye of the Nihil was cut short when he pulled you back by your hair.
You stared at each other for a heart beat before he urges you to your feet and kissed you. Hungry. Hard. Demanding. Then his lips move from yours to your ear and he's holding you still so you're listening intently.
"Bed, pet." He hisses. "On all fours for me."
You've never obeyed an order so enthusiastically. You practically scramble onto the bed and drop to your knees and elbows.
"So eager to please aren't you birdie?"
"Yes Sir." You said looking over your shoulder and arching your back "Are you going to fuck me now Sir?"
"Oh my pretty little pet." He said stalking towards you. "I'm not going to just fuck you." His hand slides down the slope of your back. "I'm going to ruin you."
He's suddenly curled around you, his chest pressed against your back and his hand was around your throat and squeezed as he hissed into your ear. "Would you like that? Hmmm? Do you want me to ruin you birdie?"
You realize, with the tone of his voice, he was giving you an out; if you didn't want this all you had to say was no. But at this point you didn't even care about maintaining a facade of an obedient slave- you genuinely wanted him to destroy you. At this point Marchion's polite consideration of your consent thinly disguised as dominance and intimidation was just agonizing teases.
"Yes Sir," You pant. "Pleeeease Sir."
And with no more preamble Marchion shifted his hips and slid himself completely into you with one fluid thrust. You moaned at the feeling; unable to remember the last time you felt this full and stretched and fuck he hadn't even started moving. He pulled almost completely out and you whimper.
"That's it," he cooed to you, voice a low hiss in your ear. "Sing for me my little bird."
When he slammed himself back in you practically screamed. He hadn't lied when he said he was going to ruin you, you already could tell you'd have a hard time walking tomorrow and honestly probably a hard time moving later.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh and Marchion's own labored breathing and moans mixed with yours to create a symphony. You loved it. Loved the sound of his hips on yours and his growling breaths in your ear. You loved the feeling of his hands on you and his chest to your back, even though you knew you’ll be bruised the next day.
Marchion set a ruthless pace. Deep, hard, fast. The thrusts were down right brutal, so was the bruising hold he had on your hip and throat. You whimpered everytime he slammed into you and you saw stars. Oh by the Fates did it feel amazing. Somewhere along the line his hand slid from around your throat to just hold you by your hips so he could hang on to you and fuck you harder. Hard enough either your brain or your mouth forgot Basic and you lay there begging him in Cheunh for more, and how you never wanted him to stop. You hoped he understood your tone at least.
You clawed at the blankets and buried your head in the pillow as one orgasms became two became three and you started to edge onto oversensitive territory. And then he bit you. Not the little nips he'd been giving you between his panting breaths and soft curses. No he bit at the juncture of your neck, hard, like broke the skin hard and it threw you over that edge and you sobbed. You were dimly aware of the little trickle of blood that slid to the hollow of your throat. You were only slightly more aware of the tears now running down your face.
Marchion's hand slid down your arm, fingers tangling with yours and that was your only warning that everything was about to come to a screeching halt. Just a few more hard sharp thrusts from him and he came hot and deep inside you as he moaned your name against your skin. Like it was the only name he ever wanted to say again.
All you could manage was a whimpery sob.
Then all was still for a few seconds. Then Marchion got up. He didn't say anything, or at least not anything you heard, just a light kiss on your shoulder and a soft pat to your butt. You lay there spent, aching, and silently sobbing.
You knew, in the rational part of your brain, that you were crying because what just happened was intense, both physically and emotionally. And that such a highly charged encounter, especially when Marchion had fucked you so wonderfully and so thoroughly, after so long. You were bound to break. But your brain wasn't being rational, that part of your brain had shut off and your brain was just telling you that you needed to cry because you were horrible and worthless and deserved this weird empty numbness that accompanied sub drop.
You sat on the edge of the bed trying to scout out where he'd thrown your clothes. You also were using this time to try to rustle up the energy to get up. You were sore, and tired. Your head was in a fog and you couldn't stop crying. You pressed the heels of your palms to your eye and tried to take a steadying breath. It didn't work. You just sob.
Suddenly there's a warm hand on your cheek.
"Oh my bird." Marchion's voice is soft. "You're okay."
You pull your hands from your eyes and look up at him.
Marchion's face holds nothing but tenderness. He sets what looks like hot tea on the side table. Draped over his wrist was a damp washcloth. His hands were gentle as he used it to clean you up. They were even more gentle when he put a bacta patch over where he bit you. After helping you into one of his sleeping shirts he pulls you into his lap and cradles you to his chest.
"You did so well my pet." He cooed patting your hair. "You were so wonderful."
You lean your head on his shoulder and he presses soft kisses to your face. That's how the two of you sit for a while; just Marchion pulling you back to yourself with soft touches and nice words in that lovely voice of his.
"Does anywhere hurt especially bad?" He asks after you've stopped crying and he dried the last of your tears.
"You mean aside from all of my insides? Because you decided to rearrange my organs with your dick? No nothing in particular."
"I did ask if you‐" he started.
"I know. I know." You soothe running your hand over his chest. "And if I am being honest as I am blue- best sex I've ever had I know I'm bruised all over but I really did like it."
He smiled "Good, I'm glad. Now drink some water."
You drink the bottle of water he all put in your hands.
"Do you want me to get you something to eat, birdie?"
"No I'm just very tired now."
"Then this tea will help," his voice has dropped lower and you think that you wouldn't even need the tea if he just keeps talking to you. But you drink. Even though you barely get through half the mug before you can hardly keep your eyes open.
"Where am I sleeping?” You ask, yawning.
"Right here with me." He says shifting you off of his lap so you can curl up on the mattress but keeps his arm around you so you don’t stray too far.
"So you are keeping me?" You ask with a smile, laying your head on his chest.
"We'll discuss things tomorrow for now, rest my little bird." He pulls the thick, heavy comforter around you and you feel cocooned and safe and you can't help but drift off.
With you nestled against him Marchion leaned back against the pillows and let your soft breathing and sleepy purring be the soundtrack to his plots of grandeur and dead Jedi. When he looks down at you when you shift or mumble he can't seem to give himself a good reason not to keep you.
He sleeps very well that night.