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Din sits down at the head of the table, his advisors all standing until he tells them to sit down. He’s still not used to this. Being Mand’alor. He decided to step into his role since Grogu is training with the Jedi and he was wandering around the galaxy aimlessly. He can’t take bounties anymore. Everyone knows who he is. The infamous Mando.
He decided to approach the covert with the dark saber in hand as his claim and since then he’s been thrust into rituals and traditions he had no idea about. Most tend to not take their helmets off around each other. Some are more open to that, others more closed off.
You, for example, he has never seen your face but as the Armorer, he constantly sees you as an advisor. He likes your voice, even modulated. “Good morning Mand’alor. We have much to discuss. The covert is lacking numbers. We need more of our people to breed so we do not slip back into near extinction. We need you to lead by example” His advisor, a stoic older Mando named Orar says.
Din nods, agreeing that there have been no ads born for months. “What do we need to do?” He asks.
You clear your throat and decide to speak up. All the members of the covert turned to you for advice before the Mand’alor had arrived. You knew why a lot of them were not breeding like they should. “You need to take a wife.” You announce, making his head turn to you. “There are many of the covert who are….untouched and will not enter a riduurok without prompting.”
Orar nods, his green helmet bobbing. “There is an old ritual that would be used when numbers were low. The Mand’alor would breed his spouse in front of all of Mandalore and the numbers would flourish.” He tells Din and you are glad that your face is covered so he cannot see your reaction to the idea of exibitionism. It was something that you kept hidden deep inside you, the thrill of being watched.
Din’s jaw drops slightly at that ritual. He’s heard of it but he thought it was a long forgotten practice. He swallows and shakes his helmet. “No. I- I do not want a riduur. I have made that clear from day one” He says and Orar shakes his own helmet.
“It is not about what you want. It’s about what is best for the covert. You are the Mand’alor. You should make the best decision for the covert, for all Mandalorians. This is not about you” Orar says as he slaps his gloved hand on the table.
Din remains silent, knowing this is true. It’s not about him. He knew that when he took his oath as the Mand’alor. He looks across the table to you, briefly wondering if you’d accept the position. He knows you’d be a good partner. You’re smart, strong, a bounty hunter turned Armorer. “There is a way for you to decide who will become your riduur and ensure your…satisfaction” You announce.
“Which is?” Din asks cautiously.
You bite your lip under your helmet. “There are many who would be honored to be the riduur of the Mand’alor but you will want to make sure that you are picking a good breeding partner, one who can take you.” You tilt your head slightly. “Choose a group of candidates that are most pleasing to you and then you have them come to your chambers and strip down so they can give a demonstration of their ability to take you. Have them- have them ride a toy that is molded from your own cock so you can choose which woman you would be most satisfied with in having in your bed.” You tell Din bluntly.
His eyes widen under the helmet. “A - have them ride a- a toy?” He gulps and you nod.
“Compile a list and I will arrange for the women to be brought to your chambers. They will strip down and show you what they are capable of. It’s an honor for any woman to carry the Mand’alor’s ad” Orar says and Din knows he has no choice.
He agreed to follow the traditions and rules of the covert. He has found out about the death watch, knowing that his upbringing and strict creed is only restrained to the extreme sector he was raised in. The general rule of Mandalore is much more open and lenient to adhere to the current times. “Very well. When, uh, when will I need to do a- a mold?” He asks, unsure of what needs to be done.
Orar chuckles and turns to you. “You should be able to take care of this.” He tells you, making your face burn under the helmet that hides your face. The only indication of your embarrassment is your fingers flinching as they curl around the small ball of beskar in your hand.
“That is true.” You acknowledge. “Mand’alor, I will prepare the molding liquid for you and bring it to your chambers so you can have privacy. It will take at least ten minutes to harden enough.” You inform him. “From that I can have as many toys as needed for each woman you wish to evaluate.” You smirk to yourself and you can tell that Din is uncomfortable.
Din blushes under the helmet, unable to believe you are going to help him with such a delicate matter. He hasn’t had sex since he left Nevarro so it’s been a while. He knows all he needs to do to get hard is imagine you. You are the one he thinks of when he jerks himself off at night and in the fresher. Your voice, although modulated, has something that calls to him. He nods, “fine. Let me think and I will give you the list soon. I shall…see you later?” He asks you.
Your helmet tilts down and you hum in agreement. “Yes, Mand’alor.”
Orar grunts in approval and moves on to other matters that are of importance to the covert. “Now, after you pick your riduur, there is the matter of the bedding ceremony after your union.” He leans back and huffs. “You will breed your riduur in front of the entire covert. Show them how it’s done.” He gawfs loudly and slaps his hand down on the table, the modulated sound grating on your nerves enough that you huff under your breath.
Din nods, knowing It’s what he has to do and he can’t help but feel his cock twitch at the idea of claiming his riduur in front of his covert. He clears his throat, “okay. I shall see the Armorer in my chambers later and we shall have the women come tomorrow night. Before I pick one and enter into a riduurok” Din agrees and everyone around the table nods. He nods back and stands up, all of them scrambling to stand with him and he mutters under his breath as he steps away, “I’ve told them not to do that.”
You chuckle to yourself, having heard him but it was a sign of respect. You had come to find that the Mand’alor wasn’t one that particularly liked the ceremony that came with his position. The counsel, especially the older mandalorians were eager to stand on that ceremony, having gone too long without a leader of all of Mandalore. Making your way back to the forge, you gather the materials you will need to make the mold, your core clenching at the idea of a toy molded from his body. You had often wondered what he would look like under the armor. You have seen his face, and he is attractive to you, but you know that he could pick any unmatched woman of the covert. You will most likely not be on the list of women to bring to his chambers.
Din sits nervously in his chambers, wiping his bare hands on his flight suit. He figured it would be best to fully relax so he reclines against the plush chair in his sleeping chamber and waits for you to arrive. His helmet is off and he is nervous, hoping you won’t stay to watch him take the mold. He has been thinking about you so he’s hard, imagining hearing your voice without the modulation. He’s never seen you sans helmet but you sound beautiful and your ass in your flight suit…fuck it’s perfect. He just wants to slap it every time you walk past.
Knocking on the Mand’alor’s chambers, you wait for him to allow you entrance. His room is the biggest in the covert for obvious reasons and you were eager to see him, even if you weren’t going to admit it. Not just the fact that he was the Mand’alor, you have heard of his bounty hunting days and are impressed with the man that he is. Despite his fearsome reputation, you’ve found him to be gentle, especially with the few foundlings the covert has and you can see the longing in his eyes. You know about the child he had risked the wrath of the Empire for and you admire what he had done in giving the child up to the Jedi where he belonged despite his obvious caring about the little one.
Once the door slides open you step inside with your materials. “Mand’alor.” You nod your head and bring the large tube that is filled with molding material inside. “It is ready so all you need to do is, um, insert yourself in the tube and let it sit for ten minutes.” You feel your cheeks heat up. “It’s best if you are, uh, hard the entire time.” You spit out, shoving the tube towards him.
He takes the tube, a deep blush on his cheeks at seeing you. He wishes he could see your face but you have yet to feel comfortable with removing your helmet in front of him. He nods and wraps his fingers around it. “You must think I’m a big man” He jokes as he looks at the large tube. He clears his throat when you don’t say anything and you jump back.
“Oh. I, uh, I’ll be outside. Just pull, uh, pull yourself out of it and clean yourself up. I’ll take it after you’re done” You rush out and he nods, watching you rush out of his room. He eyes the tube and reaches down to pull his hard cock out of his suit. He imagines you as he pushes inside of the goo, imagines being able to kiss you, to touch you, to fuck you. His cock throbs inside of the tube and he keeps thinking about you as he keeps track of the time. He remains hard for the entire ten minutes before he removes himself, groaning at the goo covering his cock. He sets the tube aside and walks over to the fresher to clean himself off before he tucks himself into his suit, knowing he will jerk off after you’ve left.
You try not to think about the fact that he is hard just beyond the door, to not imagine what his cock looks like. You know your own curiosity will be fulfilled when you make the toys for tomorrow night and you will get to see the size and shape of his cock. If you were unscrupulous, you might make a toy for yourself but you were too honorable for that.
Din opens the door and has the tub in his hand. You take the tube and nod your head to him respectfully. “I will make the necessary toys for tomorrow, just let Orar know the names so I have a count of how many to make.” You are nearly whispering, no one outside the counsel knowing this plan and you did not want to embarrass him.
He nods, blushing as you take the tube and he knows the first name on that list will be yours but he knows he needs to pick others to make it fair. You nod, “mand’alor” and walk down the hall. Din sighs and steps back into his room, immediately sitting down on the bed and taking his cock in his hand. Pumping himself as he thinks of you. “Fuck” He pants as he spills over his fist and onto his flight suit. Tomorrow he will give Orar the list but he thinks he’s already made his mind up.
Your eyes are wide when you pull the mold apart and get a good look at the impression. Telling yourself it’s just because you were checking to make sure nothing had messed up instead of being eager to see what your Mand’alor was packing inside his flight suit. No virgin, you had plenty of fantasies about the leader of your people. “Fuck.” You whisper, realizing it had even gotten the veining and every ridge of his length. “They are going to enjoy it.” You tell yourself, a pang of jealousy rushing through you. There are a few you know will be on the list for sure. “Tomorrow he picks his riduur.” You tell yourself, setting the mold aside and trying to concentrate on something else to distract you from the fact that it wouldn’t be you.
Orar nods as he takes the list from the Mand’alor. Din is nervous for later. Anxious to see what happens and he prays you accept the invitation. He can’t wait to see you. All of you. He jerked off against this morning thinking about you. He groans as his cock twitches again and he decides to focus on checking in with the child. Luke had sent him a hologram and he needs to watch it still.
****
Orar strides into the armoury, watching you as you work on a beskar plate for the Mand’alor. “He requests you for tonight” Orar announces.
You almost miss your mark on the next strike. Your helmet jerking up and the ring of the hammer against beskar covering your gasp. “Me?” You swear you mishead but Orar chuckles and shakes his head.
“Why are you surprised you are on the list?” He asks. “You are the Armorer and a former hunter yourself. His visor follows you.”
You flush, not from the heat of the forge and look back down at the plate. “If the Mand’alor wishes me to be one of his selections, then I shall be there.” You tell Orar. “How many others are there?”
"Four others" Orar announces and you slump slightly, knowing that it's unlikely he will pick you. "Are the molds ready yet? The Mand'alor would like to start once the sun has set above us. He doesn't wish to waste any time. Efficient as always" Orar chuckles. "Is the mold...impressive enough to be a challenge?" He asks, knowing the leader cannot be lacking. He needs to satisfy his riduur and inspire the covert to procreate.
You nod, bringing the beskar plate away from the heat and setting it down. “There might be some who might not be able to take it.” You tell Orar honestly. Moving over to a wall, you open the door to reveal the molds that are cooling. They have been curing and you are glad that you had decided to cast five to start with. Apparently that was the correct number. “It will make for a good show when he does breed his riduur.”
Orar's eyes widen under the helmet, "yes. I- I do believe that will be a challenge for most to take. Especially the ones who have not been touched before. I shall brief all of the women to prep themselves so they are ready to take such an...impressive girth" Orar says, his own cock twitching at the thought. He nods and steps back, "you shall be prepped for tonight?" He asks and you look up, your visor shining from the sparks.
"Yes" You confirm and Orar hums, "very well. Until later."
You decided that you would be the last to arrive at the Mand’alor quarters. You had finished your work and then went back to your own room to strip your armor and wash every inch of your body. You knew you wouldn’t be the one chosen but you wanted to be presentable for him. Instead of donning your armor, you wore just a robe and your helmet to his quarters, Orar standing guard outside the door while three other women are outside. The first must already be inside his room and you wonder if she is already putting on a show for her potential riduur.
Din sits in his chair, helmet on as he watches the first woman. She is cocky, smirking at him after setting her helmet down and she makes a show of shrugging of her robe. He sits there, still and impassive as he watches her sway her hips as she walks over to the first mold. Din was blushing like a virgin at seeing his length in all it's glory like that when Orar brought them in.
"What an impressive cock Mand'alor. Befitting of a leader" She coos and straddles the chair before she wraps her fingers around the mold and makes a show of running her wet lips along it. Din isn't interested. His cock twitches in interest because it's a naked woman in front of him but she doesn't send his heart racing. She sinks down onto the toy, a wince on her face that she quickly covers and Din is done.
"That's enough. Thank you for your time" He says.
She’s stricken because she expected to be able to put on more of a show but she pulls herself off the dildo and stands. Reaching for her helmet to jam over her head before she reaches for her robe. There is nothing else for her to say so she rushes out of his quarters and down the hall. You are surprised, watching her leave and your visor turns towards Orar. “Next.” He calls out and motions to the shortest of all of his picks. Orar motions her inside. “The Mand’alor is waiting.” He tells her, knowing that Din would have exchanged the used toy for a new one.
Din settles back into his seat after tossing the used mold into the box Orar brought to dispose of them. He watches the smaller woman walk in, picking up her shaking hands and he frowns under his helmet. "Do not be afraid little one. If you do not wish to participate, you are welcome to leave" He assures her and she shakes her head after removing her helmet.
"I wish to participate Mand'alor. I just - I am nervous" She says and Din nods, "take your time." He knows he cannot have a nervous riduur, he has never been backwards and coming forwards. He watches her remove her robe and he admires her perky tits, small, but enough for him to enjoy and she shifts to straddle the chair. Her eyes widen at the sight of the toy and he snorts, knowing he's big.
"Here. Use this. It might help" He stands up and hands her the lube, realizing how massive he is compared to her. She thanks him and squirts a generous amount, handing him back the bottle and she rubs it over the toy and herself before gripping the toy. She struggles, wincing as barely an inch pushes inside of her and Din can see how uncomfortable she is.
"Are you pure, little one?" He asks and she looks over at him, nodding once. "Then do not take your innocence like this. Find a riduur who will comfort and care for you. Please, you are dismissed" Din says, not wanting to witness her take her virginity in front of him.
Most men would be loathsome enough to do so but he isn't that kind of man. She shifts to stand up and she looks relieved as she tightens her robe around herself before reaching for her helmet. "Go and do not worry, this will stay between us" He vows. She nods and swiftly exits the room. Din sighs and stands up to grab the bottom of the used toy. Needing to see you. He wants to watch you take the toy.
You watch another woman leave his quarters and you wonder if he is just checking to make sure that they can physically fit his cock inside them. You know how it was when bounty hunting. You just needed to burn off adrenaline. Likely he was just looking for a hole that would fit him and a body that was pleasing to his eyes. The next woman enters his quarters and there is only you and one other standing with Orar. “That is either a good or a bad thing.” You tell the other counsel member softly.
Din watches the next one enter and his stomach clenches when he picks up that she is a similar height and build to you. Perhaps this is you. His cock twitches in anticipation as she removes her robe and his fingers flex when she reaches up to remove her helmet. The woman is pretty and he feels something is off in his gut but he pushes that aside to watch as she strides over to the toy, grabs the lube he set on the side and coats her before she sinks down onto the toy after a few rocks of her hips. He cannot believe it. The woman rides the toy and his cock is pressing against his flight suit.
“Is that all for me Mand’alor?” She coos, a smirk on her lips and Din frowns. That’s not your voice. Even modulated, he knows. Hers is too squeaky.
His excitement dissipates but he lets her ride the toy for a few more moments before he dismisses her with a “thank you for your time. Orar. Next!” He calls out and stands up after she covered herself up. Stomping out of the room. He knows what he wants and she wasn’t it.
Watching the next one stomp down the hall in a fit, your brows wing up in surprise, wondering why she is so furious. Din is normally always polite and you turn to the last one. “Good luck.” You tell her softly. “T-thank you.” You know she is nervous, some of these women had never been with anyone and you have a feeling that she is one of them. Your own heart pounds when the door to his quarters shuts behind her and you wonder how long she will be in there. “Only two left.” Orar comments, looking at you with a smug tone, as if he knows something that you do not. “He does not have to choose now.” You remind the older man, frowning at your own words. He might choose the woman who just entered his room. You might not even get a chance to be picked.
Din watches the fourth woman enter the room, losing his excitement now because he doesn’t think you’ve showed up. He sighs and settles back into the chair after changing yet another toy. She walks slowly, almost scared and Din bites his lips to smother his sigh. He’s sick of these mousy women, he wants someone with fire. Someone that makes his cock throb. She removes her helmet and robe. She’s pretty but she doesn’t make his jaw drop and her body is toned. She’s obviously an active member of the covert.
He watches her approach the toy, eyes wide. She looks over at Din. “I’m sorry. I- I can’t. It’s- it’s too much” She stammers out, forgive me.” She wraps the robe around her and grabs her helmet, just barely putting it on before she is running out of the door. Din sighs, rubbing the beskar helmet as he wonders what the fuck he’s going to do.
Orar chuckles as he watches the last woman practically run down the hall. “Looks like you are the last one.” He huffs smugly. “Somehow I knew you were going to be the one he chose.”
You hiss and shake your head. “He might not choose me.” You ignore his scoff and straighten your back, not saying anything else before you walk into the Mand’alor’s quarters and the door slides shut behind you. He is sitting, waiting and you feel your nipples harden as you realize that he is waiting for you to strip down and remove your helmet. The chair and toy is right in front of him so he had a good view and you are not shy as you strip your robe off, letting him view your body before you reach for the locks of your helmet.
Din inhales sharply at the body on display in front of him. His cock now throbbing at the perfect tits and he wants to just stand up, tear off his helmet and wrap his lips around a nipple. You take off the helmet and he swears his heart stops beating. The woman is beautiful. Innocent eyes with a fire behind them that he knows hold an exciting personality. He swallows and rubs his thighs, watching her approach the toy.
You bite your lip when you approach the toy. It’s big, fuck it looks like it’s going to fill you up perfectly and you are already dripping. Instead of using the lube that is on the chair, you knock it aside and reach between your thighs and use some of the arousal you already have naturally from anticipating being in front of your Mand’alor. You smear it over the toy and wrap your fingers around the thick girth, letting it slide through your folds with a small moan while you wet it even more before you line your cunt up and sink down on it with a throaty groan. You keep your eyes on his visor while you take it all the way in one motion.
Din watches you sink down on the toy with no effort and he groans out a soft "fuck." You grip the back of the chair and begin to work yourself on the toy, eyes rolling back at the way every ridge seems to stroke you perfectly. Din swears he is about to cum just watching this. The woman looks incredible, taking the toy with ease and looking like she is enjoying it. He wants to take his cock out and pump himself in time with her movements but he won't. "Mesh'la" He compliments,
You moan out and throw your head back while you start pushing up with your thighs and then lowering yourself back down on the toy, halfway expecting Din to stop you soon with as fast as he was dismissing the other women from his room. While you were here though, you were determined to enjoy it. Your other hand slides across your body and you reach up to cup one of your tits. “Oh fuck, Din.” You whine, eyes closing in pleasure as you imagine actually riding his cock. Dropping your head back down, you open your eyes to watch his helmet while you ride the toy.
Din freezes, he knows that voice. It’s you. Fuck. He swallows harshly and allows himself to trail his eyes over your body. You are perfect. Everything he’s ever wanted in a riduur and the way you are riding that toy makes him realize that he was right. There was never a choice. It was always you. “I want you to make yourself cum cyar’ika” He orders, his voice deepening even more and he palms himself through his suit, throbbing as he eyes your beautiful tits.
Whining, you nod and gasp out his name again. You have nothing against being watched, you’ve always thought about what it would be like to be watched. Suspecting that you have an exhibitionist kink, you aren’t shy about moving your hips and riding the toy faster while you race towards your peak with every roll of your hips and drag of the toy inside your walls. “Oh fuck, oh Maker.” You pinch your nipple and twist it, making yourself cry out before you start to cum.
“Cum Mesh’la” He orders, “cum for me.” He squeezes himself through his pants and groans your name. Your eyes widen as you look over at him and you cry out, slamming down on the toy as you cum. You shake and Din watches with rapture as you squeeze the toy and he sees some of your cum drip onto the chair below. “Fuck” He hisses to himself.
You ride out your high and sigh when you feel your walls start to relax around the toy. You hadn’t expected him to call your name but you realize that it’s foolish, he would have recognized your voice and you were the last woman. You take a moment before you pull off the toy and moan as it slides out of you before you stand and reach for your robe. You aren’t sure what is supposed to happen now, but you have been inside the longest.
Din stands up, his cock pressed against his pants and he removes his helmet. Setting it down on his seat before he makes his way over to you. He cups your cheeks and tilts your head up towards him. “You’re mine now. Tomorrow. You will be my riduur” He says, knowing that you are it for him. His perfect match. His riduur.
You stare up at him. “You want me?” You ask quietly, slightly shocked that he had chosen you. “For- for your riduur?” You search his eyes and you know your face is betraying every emotion you are feeling. None of you school your expressions very well after years behind the beskar. “You want to- to breed me?”
The thought makes Din groan and he nods. “Yes.” He nods, voice deepening. “Yes. I want to breed you. I want to have ads with you and you stand beside me as Mand’alor. I want you” He promises, thumbs stroking your cheeks and he prays you want to be with him and he hasn’t misread this.
Nodding you bite your lip and reach down and palm his hard cock through his flight suit. “I know that we are supposed to wait to consummate our riduurok tomorrow in front of the covert but I can take care of you.” You offer, squeezing his length in your hand. “You can have my mouth or my tits, if you want.”
Din shakes his head. “No. I don’t want to cum down your throat or on your skin. I want the first time I cum with you, I want it to be inside of you. I want our first time giving and receiving pleasure is in front of the covert to show everyone that you’re mine. No one else’s” He says as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Now go. You will need to rest for tomorrow when you become my riduur. After we have showed the covert how to breed, I want to spend all night between your thighs.”
You are disappointed in his refusal to let you give him pleasure right now but you understand it. Letting go of his cock, you nod. “Yes Mand’alor.” You shrug into your robe and tie the sash around your waist and hiding your body from him once more. Walking back over to the chair, you pick up your helmet and turn around to look at him one more time without the display before you slip the beskar over your head. “Goodnight…..Din.” You nod before you walk out of his door and find Orar skulking outside.
“So?” He demands, making you sigh slightly.
“The Mand’alor will announce his decision.” You tell the older man before you make your way to your rooms.
Din slumps in the seat and rips his flight suit open. Taking his cock out and immediately wrapping his fingers around his throbbing length. Pre-cum leaks down his fingers and he remembers the way you rode the toy. The way you came, the way you moaned his name. He can’t help it. He groans and fists his cock three more times before he cums, panting out your name.
****
It’s weird for you to not be in your forge leathers. You feel vulnerable, exposed but it’s not necessarily a bad thing. You are wearing a gown that has been brought to your room this morning by a very smug Orar. Your armor complements it and you are wearing your helmet even though you are sure that Din will want your helmets off for the ceremony. You move, the skirts of your gown shifting as you make your way to the great hall where they are readying everything for your marriage vows and the bedding ceremony.
Din adjusts the new armor that has been created for the Mand’alor’s riduurok ceremony. He strides down the hall, helmet recently polished and his heart thumps in his chest. He enters the hall before you. Every Mandalorian and foundling of the covert are in attendance. Din makes his way to the ceremony area, greeting Orar and the counsel as he stands waiting for you.
You fidget with your dress for another moment before you enter the hall. Watching everyone waiting for you and Orar, spotting you, slams his fist against his chest plate and the hall falls silent and every head turns towards you. They part like the seas and you can only hear your boots on the stone floor and the rustling of your skirts as you walk towards the Mand’alor, your heart thumping in your chest.
Din looks up as you walk towards him and he holds his hand out when you near him. You take his hand and stand in front of him, every Mando awaiting your vows. Orar steps forward along and Din reaches up to unlock your helmet, slowly removing it almost like it’s a veil. He hands it to Orar before he unlocks his own, exposing his face to the covert.
“Hi.” You whisper your greeting to Din, noticing that he has shaved, the scruff that is normally adorning his cheeks is gone and the mustache above his lip is trimmed. His hair has also been cut and you're glad that you had been careful with your own appearance, wearing your hair in a style that wouldn’t be distrubed by your helmet and wearing some of the makeup that you had been given by a bounty to try to get out of her fate.
He smiles, reaching for your hands. “Mesh’la” He murmurs and he means it. You look incredible. Like an angel sent from the Maker.
“Are we ready?” Orar asks and you nod. Din squeezes your hands and Orar begins to speak. “We are here today to witness the joining of the Mand’alor and the Armorer. Both are strong, both are born leaders and both shall lead our covert and every Mandalorian with authority and grace. Let us begin the riduurok” He says and Din clears his throat.
Knowing the next few words will change your lives. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde" He vows, looking into your eyes.
You take a deep breath and smile at him, squeezing his hands. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome.” You vow clearly, making sure that your voice is heard throughout the crowd. “Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” You finish and let out a little breath of relief that you hadn’t messed up your vows. It was a very big deal, marrying the Mand’alor. You would be just as responsible for all of Mandalore as he is, destined to stand by his side while he rules.
Din smiles as you finish your vows and he squeezes your hands a little tighter. “Riduur.” He whispers. Orar grins, “our Mand’alors. You may kiss your bride” Orar says. Din lets go of your hand and reaches up to cup your cheek. He leans forward to press his lips to yours. The first kiss he’s ever had and he’s having it with his riduur. He massages your lips with his and the covert erupts in applause.
Kissing is something that you aren’t practiced in. You had fucked, but you had never shown your face to any of the men. Your own hand wraps around the back of his neck and your fingers curl into his hair while the two of you explore each other’s mouths slowly. “Riduur.” You smile against his lips and your breathing has picked up slightly just from the innocent pressing of your lips to his. “Are you going to send the foundlings away?” You ask him softly.
“Yes” He nods, pulling away. He looks at Orar, “please send the foundlings away. Only mandalorians of age” He tells his advisor who nods and steps forward to announce that the bedding ceremony will take place now. Foundings are ushered out of the room and back to their chambers along with those who are not of age to breed. Din knows he should be nervous but he’s proud of you. Proud of his choice of riduur. You are everything he’s ever wanted. He wants to show you off to his people.
It is your responsibility to remove Din’s armor, your honor as his riduur. Peeling your gloves off, you reach for the latches of the protective plates. You carefully strip off his beskar until he is in the under suit that was easier to remove than his normal flight suit. “I have always been curious to know what you look like bare.” You admit in a whisper that only he can hear. “I was sure you wouldn’t pick me and I was- I was jealous of the woman who would be your riduur.”
“It was always you” He assures you and his skin feels like it’s on fire as you remove the armor and remove the under suit after kneeling down to remove his boots. His cock is already hard and throbbing for you. Once he’s bare in front of the covert, he works on removing your armor. His dark eyes constantly flicking to yours until he has you bare before him. “Mesh’la” He murmurs and cups your cheek, “my riduur.”
The bed they have set up is more like an altar. Raised high enough so that everyone could have a view of the Mand’alor breeding his riduur. “How do you want to do this?” You bite your lip and you know you are already starting to feel your slick drip out of your cunt. Nude in front of the entire covert, they are going to watch the first time your riduur fills you, slides inside you and fucks you full of his cum.
“I want you on your hands and knees” He says, wanting to make sure that the first time he has you on your back is in private so can kiss you all over. He helps you up onto the platform and follows behind you as you kneel on the bed. As you settle onto all fours, he kneels down behind you. Cock throbbing before he strokes your back, trying to help you relax in front of all of the covert. “It’s okay mesh’la” He promises and slides his hand between your legs, groaning at how wet he finds you.
Your eyes flutter closed at his fingers sliding through your folds, arching back into his touch. There’s a soft moan when he rubs your clit and you hear the shuffle of boots as some move closer, wanting a better look. There’s murmuring among the crowd, they see the size of Din’s cock and you know that some are impressed or intimidated by the size of him. “Maker.” Two fingers slide into you and rock you forward slightly when they push deep and scissor slightly before curling up inside you. Another moan and you know he’s spending a few moments like this to make sure that those who are untouched realize that preparation is always good.
Din works you open and he groans, loving how wet you already are. He wants to ask what made you so wet but right now, he has a duty to perform. He will worship you later when you are alone in his chambers. He withdraws his fingers after a moment and grips his cock, pumping himself a few times before he notches himself at your entrance. "Mesh'la" He murmurs before he slowly pushes inside of you. Eyes closed as he savors how wet you are, how tight you are. His heart is hammering in his chest and the mandalorians in the room fade into the background.
He’s inside you. Your moan echoes in your ears and you open your eyes, wiggling your hips back to push even a millimeter more of him inside you cunt. Your walls squeeze him tight when you see all the visor and eyes on you, another wave of excitement rushing through you at being so seen. Every single person here sees that Din is inside you, impaling you on his cock and they will watch him fuck his seed into your womb. Hopefully while giving you pleasure as well. You whine and rock your hips. “Mand’alor.” You use his title instead of his name, saving that for when the two of you will eventually be alone after the ceremony.
His cock twitches inside of you at your moan of his title and he knows he will be utilizing that another time. Maybe in the counsel room on his throne. He grabs your hips to hold you still as he pulls out slowly until only the tip remains inside of you. You pant and he pushes back inside of you. His hips slapping against your ass. He's harsh but not rough as he caresses your ass and lower back. Setting a quick but steady pace as he works his cock inside of you over and over again.
The slapping of his hips against your ass fill the room along with your whimper and moans. None of it is staged, all of it being sounds that he pulls out of you when he thrusts deep and makes you feel so good. He’s quick and deep with his thrusts and makes you crave more. Balancing your weight on one palm, you reach back and grab his hand. “More.” You beg, not caring about there being so many others to witness your plea. In fact it just makes it even more thrilling for you. “Make me cum, breed me.”
Din growls, loving your words. He wraps his arm around your waist and drags you back into his chest. A low moan escaping his lips as he thrusts up into you. His hand sliding down to your clit to rub harsh circles and his lips press along your neck to your ear. "Cum for me cyar'ika. Cum in front of your people. Show them what a good girl you are and cum for your Mand'alor" He orders.
He circles your clit a few more times and thrusts into your fluttering cunt before you cum. Throwing your head back against his shoulder you cry out his title, the walls of your cunt squeezing him, milking him and pulling him deeper into you. Begging for his seed to paint your womb. There’s chattering around you, but all you can focus on is how good it feels. “Riduur! Please!” You beg, feeling him steady hammering into you. “Fill me up!”
Din grunts, his pace getting sloppy as he nears his own high. His hand squeezes your breast as he imagines them full of milk, you full of his ad. It sends him over the edge. Thrusting deep, he lets out a roar as he cums. He paints your walls with his hot seed, buried deep as he pulses while he kisses along your neck. His chest heaving and sweaty against your back. He cups your chin to turn your head so he can kiss you.
There is a moment of silence before you hear a fist bang against a chest plate, quickly catching on as others in the covert join in until it is thunderous in the hall. You giggle against his lips and kiss him again. “Do you normally get applause when you cum?” You whisper against his lips, unable to resist kissing him again before you turn to see the crowd of Mandos cheers as his cum drips down your thighs.
Din blushes, hiding his face in your neck for a moment before he gathers his composure. Looking up at the covert who are cheering until he raises his hand. "Mandalorians...we have a duty. To raise warriors. That is what my riduur and I will do and I expect you all to fulfill your vows and your duty to the covert. I only ask one thing of you all...enter into a riduurok for- for love. Not just lust. Foundlings deserve to be raised in a loving unit. Now, my bride and I would like to continue our wedding night" He says as he reluctantly pulls out of you and Orar comes over with a robe for him and your friend carries over a robe for you.
You hadn’t expected Din to say anything about love. It was surprising and it makes your heart clench that he was denied that same opportunity since he was the Mand’alor. You slip into your robe and cinch it around your waist, thanking your friend when she hands you your helmet. Your’s and Din’s armor would be gathered and brought back to his rooms and you had been informed that your own things would be brought to his quarters tomorrow. Tonight was the celebration of your riduurok and you were supposed to stay in his private sanctum all day, as was custom.
Din takes your hand once you are both ready and the covert cheer as he guides you down the hall to his chambers. Once you are inside, you discover a feast has been laid out for both of you and he takes your helmet, setting it down beside his. "Eat cyar'ika. You must be starving" He orders as he sits down at the table.
Sitting down, you wonder why he chose you, but you don’t ask. There are so many questions you have as the two of you start to pick your favorites from the selection and you know that it’s rare that Din eats in front of someone. You can think of only one other time that you had seen him eat a meal since his arrival to the covert and taking up his role as Mand’alor. “I- I think they gave us too much food.” You tell him, motioning to the table. “Hopefully they are celebrating as well.”
Din watches as you bite into the fruit and his heart thumps. He can’t believe he’s watching you eat. It’s the first time he’s seen a Mandalorian eat in front of him since being a foundling. He smiles and digs into the bantha stew. “I’m sure they are. Perhaps we will have more riduuroks soon. I- I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asks. Wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt you because he got carried away.
You shake your head, feeling your cheeks heat up. “No, you weren’t.” You promise, sensing that he would be upset if he had hurt you. “It was good- really good.” You pull apart a piece of jorgan fruit and stuff a slice into your mouth. “At least we know we are compatible and can please each other.”
Din hums in agreement, "I always imagined you'd be able to take my cock, to be a good match for me. I have never met a woman like you." His confession is tinged with a blush and he takes a bite of his stew to cover up his boyish flush. "It was always you. Before I had to make a list. It was you." He admits.
It’s your turn to flush and look down at your plate like a blushing virgin, which you obviously weren’t. Especially after he had just taken you in front of the entire covert. “I- I was jealous.” You confess quietly. “Even knowing you needed to take a riduur, I never thought it would be me.” You look back up at him with a smile. “It’s nice to know I wasn’t the only one thinking of you in that way and it’s not because you are the Mand’alor.” You knew a lot of women had wanted him because of that, but that wasn’t what drew you to him. “It’s because of you, the things you have done to protect those you care for. The child you speak of.”
Din reaches across the table for your hand. “I never imagined having anything like this. A home. A riduur. A family. It’s more than I ever dreamed for but now that I have it, have you, I never want it to change. I - I think I love you” He confesses, ears tinged red as he tries to convey his feelings. Something he’s never been good at.
“I love you.” You tell him simply. “If you aren’t sure, it’s okay.” It’s one of those things that honestly when you accepted him wanting you, you hadn’t expected his heart. His loyalty, his seed, and hopefully one day a semblance of affection. This is a surprise, a good one. You squeeze his hand gently. “I know that all of this is new and will take time to get used to. We can do it together.”
He smiles, nodding before withdrawing his hand. “We can do it together” He agrees. He finishes eating and looks at you across the table. You’re so beautiful. He wants to have you again but this time he wants to make love to you. Be slow and gentle. “Come here cyar’ika” He orders softly, patting his thigh.
You are a bit nervous as you stand and step over to where he is sitting. This is different from when you were riding a toy or being bred in a ceremony in front of the covert. This is just you and him and for some silly reason, now you are worried that you won’t please him. You slide onto his lap and wrap your arm around the back of his neck. “Yes, riduur?” You whisper, even though no one else would hear you.
He shivers at the term, never thinking he would be able to have a wife. He leans forward and nudges his nose against yours. “Mesh’la. I- I am so happy you’re mine” He confesses, rubbing his nose against yours, “and I’m yours. I may be the leader of Mandalore but in our riduurok, we are equals.”
Smiling, you decide to close the small space between you and press your lips to his. Kissing him and reaching up to cup his cheek while your lips clumsily move over his and you slide your tongue along the seam of his lips to beg for entrance. Moaning when he lets you in and your tongue slides against his, deepening the embrace as you press yourself against him.
Din moans into the kiss, his hand caressing your waist and his cock twitches beneath you. He groans when you bite down on his lower lip and he slides his hand lower to squeeze your ass. “Mesh’la. Can I take you again?” He asks.
“Yes.” You barely let him finish his question before you are answering. Grinding down on him and grinning when you feel his starting to harden underneath you. “There is so much more that I want to do with you.” You nip his bottom lip again and decide to confess. “I- I’ve never actually sucked someone’s cock.” You tell him. “I’d like to suck yours, see if it’s as fun as I’ve seen on holovids.”
Din inhales sharply. Part of him wants to say he doesn’t want his riduur to do that but part of him remembers how good it felt when he’d get sucked off by Xi’an. He kisses along your neck, “only if you want to.”
You pull away and look at him seriously. “I am your riduur.” You tell him firmly. “I want to try everything with you, experience everything and have you fulfill your desires with me.” You bite your lip for a moment. “You are mine and I am yours and because of that, you will be the last man I take into my body. Our bed needs to be what we both want.”
Din nods, shifting to stand up, and he carries you bridal style over to his bed while your arms are wrapped around his neck. “Tell me what you want to experience tonight” He orders softly after setting you down on the fur blankets and he kisses your forehead. “Talk to me” He says as he lays down beside you.
You reach up and caress his cheek. “I want- I want to explore your body. I don’t have to make you cum but I want to taste you and give you pleasure.” You tell him, squirming slightly at the idea. “And if you want to- you can do whatever you want with me.”
"There's a lot of things I want to do to you mesh'la" He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you. His cock is throbbing under his robe now and his hand slides along your waist until he reaches the tie of your robe. Tugging on it to undo it, exposing your body to his eyes. "Maker, I am a lucky man" He murmurs and slides his hand along your stomach to your breast, fingers brushing the underside as he caresses you.
Humming, you reach down and push his robe aside before you wrap your fingers around his cock. “I think that I’m lucky as well.” You murmur, gripping him lightly and starting to slowly pump his shaft while his hands roam, gasping when he grabs firm handfuls of your breasts gently.
“Fuck” Din hisses when you pump his cock. He groans and leans down to kiss along your neck. “Mesh’la” He whispers as he squeezes your breast before he pinches the nipple.
There is a different tempo to this. It’s not for anyone but the two of you and it’s the exploration that you are loving. Your hands sliding down his chest and stomach, tracing scars and marks from injuries. Bounty hunting was a dangerous profession and he had been a good one. You reach down past your hand that is pumping your riduur’s cock to fondle the soft sacs of his balls.
His cock twitches in your hand and he groans at your touch. Your hands are so soft and small compared to his own. “Fuck cyar’ika. I want to touch you” He says and slides his hand down your stomach to cup your mound before he slides his fingers through your wet folds.
“You can touch me all you want.” You promise him, spreading your legs even farther apart to let him have better access to your cunt. “Oh fuck Din.” You whimper when he circles your clit with soft fingers. He, like you, had soft hands from encasing them in gloves all the time. “I’m yours.”
He rubs your clit while you pump his length and he enjoys kissing you. Making sure you are mewling and whimpering before he pushes two fingers inside of you. This time it’s to make you cum, not to get you ready. He presses his thumb to your clit, a groan escaping his lips when your grip on his length tightens.
“Din.” You whimper and feel yourself fall over the edge when he pushes his thumb against your bundle of nerves again. Your walls hug his fingers as tight as they get around his thick digits and your eyes flutter while your grip loosens when your back arches off the bed. You feel the heat and pleasure rush through you and you pant out his name again.
Din loves the way you soak his fingers and he leans forward to kiss your neck. “So good mesh’la” He murmurs, loving the look on your face. Brow furrowed as he works you through your orgasm.
Your eyes fix on his face while you ride out the rest of your high. Sighing and smiling up at him, your grip around his cock gets tighter. “Will you lay back and let me suck your cock for a little bit?” You ask him softly. You don’t want to push him, and if he says no, you will move on but you really want to.
He nods, shifting onto his back. He shoves his robe open as he lays down and he looks up at you. Your eyes are hungry and it makes his cock twitch. You move to kneel between his legs and he reaches out to cup your cheek when you wrap your fingers around his cock.
There have been plenty of holovids that you have watched with oral sex. You’ve witnessed it when you were a bounty hunter. Now, it’s your opportunity to try it. You lean in and press your lips to the gloriously flushed crown of his cock and you moan slightly when his dick twitches in response. You can taste yourself on it and there is a pearl of liquid, precum from where you had been jerking him and your tongue laps at it while you watch his face.
His eyelashes flutter as he struggles to keep his eyes open. He wants to close them but he wants even more to watch you as you wrap your lips around his cock. It’s been so long since he experienced this and he is ready to watch you experience this for the first time. He groans and strokes your hair out of your face.
You lick up and down his length, even more impressed with his girth now that it is right in front of your face. You hum when he groans and grunts at the feeling of your tongue and you finally feel like it is time after spending several minutes learning his cock, running up and down that lovely throbbing vein. You open your mouth and twirl your tongue around the head again before you start taking him into your mouth.
“Fuck” Din groans, trying to not to thrust up into your mouth. Knowing he has to let you explore his cock. He watches you with dark eyes as you try to take his cock deeper. You choke for a second before you pull off, panting to try and catch your breath as tears well in your eyes. “Easy cyar’ika” He warns you, not wanting you to hurt yourself.
Spit dribbles down your chin and you look up at him with a smile. “I won’t.” You promise him before you take him back into your mouth. There is no way that you will be able to fit all of him, not your first time. Instead you know that you will need to practice in order to be able to take him all the way down. You wrap your hand around the base and pump him while you bob your head on his length.
When you take him deeper, he growls. Cock pulsing as you suck him. “Fuck mesh’la. St-stop. I don’t want to cum like this. I want to cum inside of you” He groans, gently grabbing the back of your neck to pull you off of his cock. “Let me taste you” He pleads.
Your eyes widen in surprise. Your experienced oral before, but you hadn’t expected him to want to perform it on you. Although that was slightly foolish now that you think about it. “I told you that you can do whatever you want.” You tell him as you pull back to your knees and wipe your mouth.
He surges forward, grabbing your waist and he rolls you onto your back. He kneels between your legs and he shuffles down so he can lay flat on the bed. His fingers caress your legs up to your thighs and you whimper in anticipation. Din kisses along your thighs, shifting over to the other one. He groans at your smell and leans in to press his tongue through your folds.
“Din!” He’s sloppy, lapping and licking at your cunt, but Maker he is eager. Listening when you moan and replicating the movement of his tongue to see if you will give him another noise. Like Mandalorians training or learning a new task, he throws himself into it with abandon, digging his fingers into your thighs and pushing them farther apart so he can reach more of you.
He knows this isn’t his finest skill but fuck if hearing your moan isn’t making his cock throb. He needs you to cum on his tongue though. Wants to taste it. It’s all he’s thought about. He groans and laps at your clit before he wraps his lips around it like he’s seen in holovids, sucking softly at first to get your reaction. When you cry out, he sucks a little harder.
“Fuck.” You rock your hips and your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you. “Just like that. Oh Maker- I’m gonna cum.” You warn him, your thighs trembling. Din groans and the vibrations against your clit throws you over the edge, making you cum with a hoarse cry.
He grinds into the bed as you cum, soaking his face and he eagerly laps up every drop you have to offer him. Working you through it until you slump and then he’s kneeling on the bed, cock almost purple as he pumps himself a few times. You meet his gaze and nod, eyelashes fluttering as he pushes inside of you for the second time. His forearms braced next to your head as he bottoms out with a low groan of your name.
“Oh Maker.” You wrap your legs around his waist and lock them behind his back. Din feels even better like this, pressing against that wonderful spot inside you. “Breed me. Want you to fill me up again.” You whine.
He chuckles, nodding against your neck. “Don’t worry riduur. I will fill you up. You will be with ad before your next cycle” He promises, “I will be inside of you, filling you up every single day” He vows. “I can’t wait for you to be with ad, I won’t be able to leave you alone. I will make sure you are protected” He promises as he rocks inside of you.
You moan and your walls tighten around him. “Yes. Fuck, first time I saw you I wanted you to fill my belly.” You ramble, lost in the sensation. “Knew that you would breed strong warriors and I wanted you to plant yours inside me.”
He tries to keep a slow pace but your words make him feral. He rocks into you, fingers curling around your shoulders and he rests his forehead against yours. “Fuck cyar’ika. Yes. I always imagined you full of our ad. How beautiful you’d be beneath the golden armor, with my child inside of you. I want it” He growls, shifting his hips to try and find that spot inside of you.
“Yes!” Your fingers dig into his shoulder when he finds that spot that makes your thighs squeeze him and your toes curl. “Oh fuck. I’ll be round and swollen with your ad, unable to wear my chest piece and my tits will leak milk and I’ll be so needy for this cock to stuff me full and make me cum.” You pant out, gasping between thrusts of his hips. He feels incredible and you feel yourself poised to cum. One hand slips between you and you rub your clit. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”
“Cum for me mesh’la. Now. Need you to cum now” He orders, continuing to keep that position. “Cum for me” He begs and you cry out, clamping down around his cock. He loves it. He works you through it and he presses his lips to yours. “I love you riduur” He murmurs as he shifts to his knees, thrusting harder into you and he reaches out to squeeze your breast, his dark eyes focused on you.
“I love you too.” You whimper, reaching out to hold the back of his hand and encourage him to squeeze your breast harder. “Enjoy it while you can. While they aren’t sore.” You huff and then moan when he ruts into your harder. “Fill me up riduur.” You beg. “I need my mand’alor to breed me.”
Your words paint an image in Din’s mind that has him growling out. His grip on your breast tightening and his other hand grabs your thigh, pushing it back towards your stomach so he can get deeper as he hovers over you again. “Fuck cyar’ika. I’m gonna fill you up” He warns you, his pace becoming frantic as he pushes deep. Pants escaping his lips as he cums, cock pulsing as he paints your walls.
There is a tiny giggle that escapes you, bubbling over at the near giddiness of being so full that his cum is seeping from around his cock and dripping down your cheeks. “You filled me up.” You coo, reaching up to pull him down onto you. You want him to stay right where he is and relax, knowing you can take his weight and enjoying the feeling of him on top of you. “I love it, I love knowing that we could be creating a new life right now and encouraging the others to as well.” You whisper softly.
Din chuckles in agreement, rolling onto his back and taking you with him to rest on his chest. "Me too" He says as he caresses your back. He never thought that day when he handed Grogu over to the Jedi that he would ever belong with someone again. Yet he found the covert and you. He has a family now and he just hopes that one day, that will include Grogu again.
For now, he is going to rule as Mand'alor with his bride by his side and hopefully a few ads running around his feet. "I love it too. I love you" He murmurs and tilts his head to find you asleep on his chest. He sighs, happy to lay there with you in his arms. His riduur. Din Djarin has a riduur. Who would've thought it?