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"<You shouldn't have gone off on your own, Jedi!>"

Kajex winced, opening his eyes to a blurry sight. Wherever he was, it was bright, hard, and in an enclosed space. A groan escaped his muzzle as he groped around him, planting his palms against the floor and pushing himself up onto his hands and feet, settling back onto his knees. The blurriness remained.

He took a deep breath. Concentrate. Remember Syrra's lessons.

As he let that same breath out he pushed the Force from his core, sweeping through his body. A warmth fluttered through his fur, then a comforting coolness through his nerves that made him shiver and sigh as his muscles relaxed. His eyes flicked open, his vision much clearer now, giving him a view of where he was.

It was a chamber of sorts, some manner of prison with what looked to be durasteel bars embedded in transparisteel walls, save for one side which seemed to have a gate fashioned from the pattern. The floor itself was stone, save for a tacked-on carpet in the middle. Above him was a magnetic containment emitter, a bright white wall of energy that suspended itself between the gap some five meters high.

And just beyond that mag-con field, surrounded by a dozen underlings sat a greasy, drool-stained Hutt.

"<Ah, just as I thought- you were coming around!>" the Hutt chortled, his audience joining in with mocking tones. "<This show won't start without it's main actor and his leading lady!>"

Kajex gave him a dour look, getting up from his knees. He didn't need to look down to know he was completely naked, stripped of everything - his clothes, his equipment, and his lightsaber were all missing, though thankfully they hadn't seen fit to remove his devotion beads. What he was adorned with, however, was a prisoner choker and a pair of magnetic restraints- likely to prevent him from moving past the cell. He put it out of his mind for the time being, knowing he could contact Syrra covertly while figuring out what was going on.

Kitten, are you there?

A pause, then a tug. We're here. We tried to follow when they stunned you, but we had to break off when they put a wall of their enforcers between us. We're on our way, we've zeroed in on your location.

How long?

Maybe one hour, minimum. Nar Shaddaa is big, but Birrus the Hutt was willing to help us track you down, and his information specialist is a Bothan - we're coming.

He nodded to himself. It sounded about right. If he had known that he would be attacked in one of the safest parts of the planet while delivering information to a Hutt, he would have had Rook or Talrik come with him, but the demand was to come alone. The delivery had gone without a hitch - it was when he was on the way back that he was attacked and stunned. One thing he knew for certain, however, was that this Hutt above him was not Birrus.

He folded his arms, giving the Hutt a hard look. "So what's this about, then? You some kind of rival to Birrus? Or are you just some pervert looking for a hot piece of male ass to dance for you. Because I don't dance for free - I offer it as a special service."

The Hutt laughed, spittle dribbling down his face. "<As it happens, you aren't too far off the mark. I do need you to perform an erotic service.>"

"I don't blow Hutts," the wolf said, shuddering. "I like _most_hermaphrodites, but only those under four hundred pounds. No deal."

"<I'll not mock your preferences, you shouldn't be shamed for who you are,>" the Hutt scoffed. "<But while I may be the client, you would have another subject to perform with.>"

His stomach turned at the words- just from talking with Keris, he was well-aware of some Hutts practices of breeding their slaves together for the entertainment of their guests and underlings. Often, it was the only option provided to the slaves if they wished to avoid being raped by the clientele. Still, a brief look around reassured him that no one had been imprisoned with him.

"You Hutts usually go for Twi'leks, Zeltrons, and humans," he pointed out. "So why me?"

"<You are a Kanj'Isha, a species that is endangered,>" the Hutt replied. "<I thought you might understand the importance of preserving an endangered species, what with your kids and all.>" The wolf's nerves coursed with alarm and he did his best to keep his face neutral, but it seemed the Hutt could tell he's struck a sour spot. "<Oh yes, I'm already aware of your recent status of fatherhood - congratulations, by the way.>"

"I'm honored to be noticed by a Hutt," the wolf bit back with cold look. "So, what, you captured or found another Kanj'Isha too? Thinking I should breed her and make pups for your entertainment, you sick fat bastard?"

"<Oh, if only,>" the Hutt sighed. "<But as it turns out, no. I wasn't referring to _your_species.>"

The hatch ahead clicked and swung open, revealing three armed guards with blaster rifles held at the wolf. Kajex swore quietly, raising his paws - even assuming he could take out all three, his magnetic binders were still on, and it would take time for him to use_mechu-deru_ to get them off, more than enough for the Hutt to send more guards to stun or kill him. He stepped back, ready to dodge if they decided to fire, watching as another two guards pulled an animal behind them.

It wasn't until the creature came into view that Kajex stared in awe. It was a feral, white-furred wolf, one larger than the kind he'd seen in holos that were found on some worlds, growling at her handlers angrily. But her body language was a facade, Kajex able to feel the fear and grief of her circumstances, trying to hide it behind a tough front. One of the handlers poked her with a stun baton and the facade shattered with a yelp, the feral wolf stumbling into the room with a whine before curling up against the far wall, her deep blue eyes flicking between the retreating guards and her fellow captive.

His heart went out to the poor creature, though it soon turned to anger at the Hutt. "You sick son of a bitch. I should--"

"<You should what? Try to choke me from down there? I have a pair of Ysalamir up here, just out of sight. I'd have more to keep you from doing anything stupid, but those buggers are expensive to extract.>" He leaned forward, a look of evil glee painted on his grotesque face. "<On to the business at hand. This little bitch is a Loth-wolf, a rare species of Force-sensitive lupine - not old enough to be a threat, but _just_old enough to be in her first heat. I planned at first to wait until she came of age and then have a Shishtavanen mount her for my clients, who prefer exotic pairings; but then I learned of your species when your Trianii mate made her funeral speech about a year ago. And just my luck, your blood sample turned up on a registry in Kamino not long after.>"

The more Kajex heard about this Hutt knowing about private matters, the angrier he became, though he knew there was little he could do about it. "And why the hell would that interest you?"

"<To be honest, it would interest _you_a lot more. It turns out that your species and Loth-wolves share a common ancestor, or something close to it. This was a match made by the Force - after all, it delivered you to me, when the chances were low you'd ever come to this world.>"

He could see where this was going, and did not care for it. "I'm not playing these sick games for your entertainment."

"<Oh, but you are.>"

A hiss sounded and Kajex turned, seeing a white vapor filtering into the room from miniature hoses in the walls. His nose burned for a moment as a sweet and somewhat strong aroma filtered into his nostrils, though he doubted it was any kind of poisonous fume. For a few seconds nothing happened- then suddenly, a thump rocked his body, his chest feeling as it he'd pounded it with his fist as his loins started to ache, his head spinning and causing him to drop to his hands a knees.

"<I'm told one of your Jedi friends used to be a Hutt slave, so she might have told you about this toxin,>" the Hutt chortled. "<Too much exposure can have permanent mental and psychological changes. Fail to obey me and in less than an hour, the bitch you see right across from you will lift her tail for any cock that waves in front of her face. She'll go from being a breeding sow to a mere toy. Even you, with your Jedi abilities, will end up as a cum-dumpster if you linger too long.>"

Had he the presence of mind to speak he would have snarled back, but in the next second a surge of lust channeled through him. His sheath stirred and his black cock poured from its confines as if he had smelled Syrra's heat. A groan passed through him as he dug his dull claws into the floor, panting as all ten inches of his wolf-prick throbbed to life - but it didn't stop there. The ache got stronger and he whined, watching as the entire tool seemed to grow before his eyes, engorging into a much thicker shaft with an extra two inches. It had only happened once before, when he and Syrra had bred in the Valley of the Jedi's nexus chamber, an event that had left his mate pregnant. The ache in his shaft and balls was almost torturous, drawing out a guttural, almost feral growl-laced panting, his eyes flicking up to the shivering female- she seemed to be affected by the compound just as much as he was.

But his mind was still his own, and as aroused at he was he still managed to glare up at the Hutt. "When I get out of here, no Jedi code is going to spare you from what I will do to you."

"<I'll keep that warning in mind,>" the Hutt taunted. "<But for now, you are my captive. Don't turn down the gift I've given you. I expect the two of you to fuck and breed right in front of us. If you don't, I can coax you with a bit of torture from your slave collars; and if you continue to resist, I'll simply kill you and track down the rest of your species. I've heard that they've recently formed a settlement, correct?>"

"You greasy motherf--"

"<Do as I say, however, and I'll have no reason to harass your species - just be a good boy and obey your master.>" The Hutt folded his tiny arms, his face infuriatingly smug.

If he'd had a clear-enough mind to, he would have said something, but another wave of arousal hit him and he bent forward with a groan, just as Syrra's mind touched his.

Kajex, what's happening? What did they do to you?

He winced, looking up at the young bitch; she was visibly aroused too, panting and licking at her spade, a trail of heated dew trickling from her feral cunt. Mid-lick, she looked up at the wolf and slowed, her eyes seeming to glaze over with what looked like lust. Doing his best to concentrate, he returned his attention to Syrra, steadying himself with deep breathing - though he knew it would only introduce more of the vapor into his system.

Damn Hutt... hit us with some kind of aphrodisiac vapor. He's trying to force me to breed with a feral wolf creature of some sort. Some... sick show for his guests. I don't think he knows that you're coming.

Damn... can you hold out? she asked. Or fight your way out of it?

He's got a pair of Ysalamir with him, and abour a half-dozen guns at his side. I... He shook his head, trying to clear it, yet no amount of focus could diminish the breeding erection he was still sporting. ... I can hold out for a while, but it's taking a lot of effort. And I can't help the animals trapped with me. Unless I do something now, they're just going to torture and abuse her- after killing me, that is. And she's suffering through this too.

Another presence touched his mind, that of a worried vixen. Kajex, I'm here. Syrra is telling me they hit you with a gas. What color was the vapor, and what did it smell like? Keris asked.

White, but it dispersed quickly; it smelled like honey mixed with engine grease.

Fuck... I know that stuff, Hutts tend to use it on unruly sex slaves. That's a long-term compound, you'll be like this for at least a few days. Listen to me, if you don't do as he says, his thugs are going to do it anyway, and they're not going to be gentle with her.

Syrra spoke first, sounding alarmed. Wait, what are you saying?

His blood went cold at her words. Are you suggesting that I--

If there were any other way I would tell you to fight it, but you know that I know better, she countered. You still have the Force. Try to make her understand the situation. If you can, make it comfortable for her.

Even in his condition, the wolf couldn't help but reach out to his mate. Syrra...?

There was hesitance in her response, but it came with genuine understanding. ... I know. I understand. Keris is right, this is the best we can do right now. And I know this doesn't change anything between us. Just be careful with her - and be sure to make it up to me.

I will, he promised her, finding it hard to swallow, but managing a small smile. It was, to him, another reminder in his life of how lucky he was to be bonded to the Trianii Jedi. With enormous effort the wolf braced his paws on the floor and pushed himself back onto his unsteady feet, casting a defiant glare at the Hutt. The oversized slug peered back down with a smirk, reaching to the side and picking up a hookah from the arm of his seat, taking a long draw from the pipe while regarding the wolf with interest.

"<Do you need more encouragement? I must say, you're packing quite a weapon down there, you put all of my male slaves to shame. You're wasted on your Jedi nonsense, you could make it big in pornography.>"

The wolf chuffed in his direction but ignored him, taking slow, measured steps towards the curled-up bitch, holding his paw out to her. She had followed his movement, her lust-clouded eyes attentive when he stood, but now she flinched and cringed away.

A pang of pity tore through his chest, but he kept a slow approach, reaching out to her through the Force, hoping she would catch on. "Easy there, girl... it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to do my best to help you."

The moment their minds touched, her shivering stopped, her ears perking up. Her head tilted to the side, her expression melting from fear to cautious curiosity. A single, quiet word flitted between them, from her mind into his, causing him to stop moving as she stared into his eyes

... Help?

He took in a short gasp, drawing his paw back. So much had been said from her despite conveying it through one word. There was distrust, but also a measure of hope; a query as to whether he had a plan; a desire to have her instinctive need to breed satisfied by him; and a simple plea to be freed from her captors. It took a moment for him to process all of it, but when he was ready he moved again.

I'm Kajex, he told her. I'm a Jedi Sentinel.

Jedi good, she mused, cocking her head.

They're not going to let us go. I have friends coming, but they won't be here in time. These monsters will kill me and torture you, if I don't mate with you. I'm sorry, I wish that it wasn't like this. I don't know who or what you are, but you don't--

Forgive.

She had cut him off with yet another word. It tore the guilt from him, knowing she did not hate him. She had conveyed thanks for his kindness and compassion, relief that rescue would come, understanding for their situation - and a very deep interest in him. He cocked an eyebrow at that.

Wait... are you saying that... if we didn't have to, that you'd...

Want._And now her tail was wagging, her expression peaceful and coy. Had it merely been the drugs affecting them both he would have stepped back and tried another approach, but there was genuine honesty in her body language and mind. Another word flowed from her. _Handsome.

The wolf blushed at that. He was no stranger to interspecies sex, but this was different, coming from a feral, sentient female. But again, he could sense her genuine interest, and as he finally reached her and knelt beside her, she leaned in and nuzzled against his chest. Warm affection bloomed in him as he slid his fingers through her smooth fur, her body supple and trained, yet still young and soft.... Thank you. You're very beautiful too.

_Mate?_She asked, and Kajex once again felt everything behind it.

I do, he told her, but she understands what's happening. I didn't think you would be receptive, honestly. Are you sure this is okay?

She didn't answer immediately, snuffling his cheek and then sliding her tongue across it gently, a calm look in her eyes as she got on all fours. The Sentinel wolf watched as she padded out into the middle of the chamber, paying no mind to the snickering and babbling audience above. Once there she turned her head to face him, flagging her tail up and revealing her swollen spade, the orifice twitching and dripping with need.

Breed.

It was all the coaxing he needed. He followed her to the middle, placing a paw on her back and giving it a rub, gripping his ebony cock with his left paw and allowing her to take in the scent. A few cautious sniffs was enough to make her tail wag again, her warm tongue sliding out and lashing against his throbbing prick. A smile grew on his muzzle as she started to service him, looking up at his with a cute expression; he could feel her desire for his approval. The pleasant feeling of her oral efforts on his cock, mixed with the genuine seeking of his approval prompted him to reach down and rubbed behind her ears, wordlessly encouraging her.

That's... really good. It feels nice.

Yes. New. Virgin.

It was as he suspected, that she was inexperienced in copulation despite doing well enough; perhaps she was fishing for reactions through the Force to guide her efforts. It didn't matter to him - he would need to be gentle for her sake, unless she desired otherwise. It's alright, we'll take it slow.

Her muzzle worked carefully, her tongue and nose exploring his heavy balls, thick sheath, and long black cock, taking in deep breaths as she did. It was meant to commit his scent to memory, he knew, to burn the memory of her first sexual partner into her mind, and so was all the more reason for him to treat her gently. From his standing position he was just able to reach her cleft, his fingers hesitating only an inch from her spade before pressing a pair of fingers against them. The effect was immediate, the young bitch letting out a surprised yip, glancing back only briefly before looking back up at him and continuing to slurp his cock.

Good..._she seemed to moan into his mind. _More...

Anything you want, pup, he replied gently. He started with a bit of rubbing, exploring the new orifice with slow, circular motions. She was nothing like Syrra, or Keris, or Rook, lacking a visible clit, but the stimulation was certainly getting an effect from her as her legs flexed and twitched in response to his teasing. He turned to her just in time to see her swallow the full length of his cock, groaning as she deep-throated him perfectly, her tongue lashing the underside of his length.

W-whoa there, pup, easy... mind the teeth.

Okay. Inside.

He nodded, petting her again with his other paw before digging his fingers into her tunnel, marveling at how easily it slid past her supple, velvet-smooth folds. The first sound of the bitch's voice trickled from her chest, a low, moaning whine that could not be mistaken for anything else but deep bliss, all while she backed her rump against his arm and flexed her spade around the intruding digits. If there was any doubts that she was not receptive to the stimulation he was providing, the look on her face put that to rest, an unmistakable look of pleasure as she panted and whimpered; to say nothing of how her feral cunt gripped around his digits, strong muscles rippling around his knuckles as her legs trembled.

She released his cock from her muzzle, panting slightly and looking up at him with a thread of precum hanging from the side of her chin, moving away from his fingers to face him. Before he could ask what she was doing she had arched up and nuzzled his cheek, her tongue brushing through his fur with an affectionate lash as she licked along his muzzle. A wild surge of desire bloomed in him and he cupped her face, bringing it in close and giving the feral wolf a deep kiss, an act that caused her eyes to widened before she relaxed and gave herself to the older wolf. Little more than a flitting thought was enough for her to know what it meant for him to kiss her, the pair unable to help feeling a gentle spark of love between them. Her smile was unmistakable, an image burned into his mind as she turned around and presented herself to him, her legs spread slightly apart and her tail flagged high to give him a clear look at her spade.

He had only taken a single step forward when a powerful sensation of dizziness seemed to collide against his face, and he wondered for a moment if the Hutt had added an extra dose of vapor without warning. In the seconds that followed, though, his nose registered the scent of a bitch in heat, a rush of adrenaline as his instinctive mind latched on to the fact that there was a receptive, fertile female ready to bear his pups. His long, black tool throbbed painfully, a thick rope of clear cock-drool hanging from the tip as the hunger to sheath itself into a vulnerable pussy wracked through the length, his paw instinctively gripping the base of his cock and stroking several times, nearing the bitch until no less than two inches of space separated them from penetration. The only thing holding him back now was the sheer taboo of what he was about to do.

It took one word for that barrier to break.

Please...?

The Sentinel had bedded many men and women throughout his life, of many different sentient aliens species, and been lucky enough to sire offspring with his mate; but the sensation along his cock as it buried into the bitche's spade was unlike anything he had ever felt before in his life. A part of it, the gentle spasming around his girth, felt like a Kanj'Isha's pussy, but the swollen lips kissing his sheath and the alien body providing a slight curve were more than enough for it to feel... perfect. As if, instinctively, the bitch was supposed to be destined for his cock. He shook his head clearly, dimly reasoning that a male of her species was likely to be much bigger.

Sometimes...

He raised an eyebrow at that, a half-grin on his muzzle as he took it as a compliment- she was shivering, her mental voice projecting more anxiously, a clear tone of pleasure laced within it. With a slight jerk of his hips he buried the rest of his prick in her heated belly, groaning and savoring the delicious warmth that chewed and gnawed around his girth, rubbing the bitch's back with gentle strokes. Is this good, pup?

Perfect! More! Breed!

Easy, sweetheart... I'll get you bred, I promise. But I want both of us to enjoy this, too. Is that okay?

Yes! Sorry. Happy.

Not that she needed to tell him- her powerful tail was a blur of fur in front of his face, causing him to chuckle and catch her tail, moving it to the side. When he was sure that she was used to the size, and after catching his breath, he began to move, treating her to a series of gentle thrusts that prodded her depths, a slight bit of resistance at the end of his cock indication that he was in a prime position; the head of his thick penis seemed to nestle perfectly against the entrance to her womb. The feeling that this was meant to happen lingered in his mind a little longer, before being swept away in the bliss of rutting, his hips beating lightly against her backside.

_You know... you're very beautiful,_he told her affectionately. His paws slid beneath her, fingers dancing along the pronounced teats that lined her belly.

_Silly,_she teased back, clearly pleased by his care.

Addled though his senses were by the intense sensations his lower body was experiencing, he still had the presence of mind to keep his movements careful; a task that became more difficult as the bitch started to move on her own, pushing back against his thrusts. Her eagerness to be fucked had been apparent in her mental link with him, but now it was starting to show in the counter-motions that caused his cock to plumb her depths a little more, her inner walls squeezing the throbbing intruder, the panting and whimpering she was letting out as the minutes passed.

A shudder passed through her and she clenched around his length, her inner grip powerful enough to stop him completely. A hiss range out as a pleasurable pain jolted through his loins, the tug causing his knot to swell. Over the course of a few seconds her vaginal grip relaxed and he moved again, now certain that she would be able to withstand any amount of power he put behind his strokes. Both of them savored the warm, grinding sensation of his cock as it plowed through his current mate's tunnel, his sheath kissing her spade with every roll of his hips. What had been a gentle stirring in his balls had now turned into a heavy ache, a desire to spill his seed into the panting bitch beneath him, his panting taking on an aggressive growl as he clung to her back.

More! More! _Almost!_And he believed it, too, could feel the rising climax stirring in her belly, the joy at knowing he would sire her pups soon. It was absurd to think of, a fantasy and nothing more - but that didn't make the thought of impregnating the beautiful she-wolf any less enticing. The ache in his balls flared into an agonizing bliss just behind his cock, as they churned and prepared their load, kept only in check due to Kajex eager to outlast the bitch.

She let out an audible gasp and stretched her body out forward, extending her paws before her and arching her back such that her feral pussy was pushed hard into his lap, all while letting out a song-like moan. The climax hit and her inner tunnels started to ripple around his cock. He expected no secretion from her, dimly aware such beings had no such reproductive function, but there was no denying that she was experiencing a hard orgasm as she milked around his length.

It was more than enough for him to react, a snarl issuing from his muzzle as he grabbed her hips and knotted the beautiful bitch with a hard buck, his knot sinking right into the quivering muscles gnawing around the rest of his shaft. The dam burst, and with it came a thick deluge of potent puppy-batter, his white-hot seed blasting from the tip and flooding the deepest recesses of her burning womb. His body seized up and he found himself struggling to stay on his feet, bracing against the she-wolf's body as he continued to pour more spunk into her belly. When at last the tide lessened his muscles relaxed, his footing good enough to stand.

Delicious...

I'm glad you think so, he replied, feeling pleased. Need a rest?

Yes...

Without needing to say a word, telepathically or otherwise, the pair moved as one and settled onto the floor, the bitch laying on her side while Kajex maneuvered himself between her legs, bringing them face-to-face. No sooner had he eased into a comfortable position when her tongue lapped against his cheek.

_Good..._So many things were said in that one word, from her satisfaction to his sexual skill to a meaningful thanks for treating her with care, but he got it all.

"<And now the couple rests,>" the Hutt above them chortled. "<Did you get all that on the holo? ... Good. We'll give them a few minutes before their next performance.>"

Kajex's ear flicked in annoyance, reminded again that he was still imprisoned. At least the company was good, though. A tug in his mind returned his attention to the bitch and he smiled, pressing his muzzle into hers once more. It was strangely erotic, kissing the feral wolf like this, but she made no attempt to hide the fact that she was enjoying it very much, her tail a wagging blur brushing against his leg. For the next few minutes they were content to simply cuddle, something that helped calm the Sentinel down as the seconds passed, until his knot reduced and his cock slipped away from her warm spade.

Another tug in his mind drew his attention elsewhere.We're halfway there, hon, Syrra told him. How are you holding up?

His muzzle curled up into a smile. I think you know already.

... Okay, yes, I was monitoring you, dammit,_she admitted with an undertone of embarrassment, a surge of arousal laced with the words. _It was... kind of hot.

He had to fight down his chuckle. It was well-known among the pack that Syrra had a kink for voyeurism, and was often content just to watch her mate go at it, though he always ensured that she was treated just as well, if not better. Honestly, I thought this was where you were going to draw the line. If it helps, she has baseline intelligence and can communicate.

And she was receptive?

Very much so. I did not need to impress upon her the possibility that she could get impregnated. At this, he spared a sour eye toward the Hutt above. That's what this oversized greaseball suggested, anyway.

... Well, you know our rule, she said abruptly. You need to put a couple more in me, now.

This time he let out a snort of laughter, covering his muzzle. It was hard to take the dire situation seriously when his own mate was demanding that he sire another litter in her. The smile faded over the next few seconds, though, as the feral wolf nuzzled into his neck. Still... whether or not anything has come out of this union, she can't stay here.

You're right. I'll have Miles go through this gang's data to figure out where she was captured. The best thing we can do for her is take her home. For now, just focus on staying alive. If that means going a few more rounds to make sure it takes, so be it.

Alright,_he nodded. _And don't worry, I'll tend to you after.

He returned his attention to the bitch, nuzzling back. Help is coming soon, he told her.

Friends?

Yes, and my mate, too. She doesn't mind what's going on, so long as it keeps us both alive. He cast another glance up at the Hutt, who seemed to have an impatient crease in his brow. But it'll mean having to go again. I might end up breeding you.

She did not respond immediately, staring at him for what seemed like a minute, before squirming around and rolling him onto his back. An expression formed along her muzzle, an unmistakable a smile and a seductive gaze in her eyes as she stood above him, her cum-smeared spade hover just above his swollen prick. The single word that followed said everything it needed to - her eagerness, her hope, her arousal, her receptiveness to the idea of bearing pups from a bipedal wolf, and that she would gladly do so even if they weren't forced to.

Again.

The descent onto his cock was smooth and slow, the Sentinel digging his claws into the floor as it was once-again enveloped in the snug depths of his feral lover's body. Even with a thick creampie to slicken her tunnel, her inner walls remained tight around his girth, squeezing around him every few seconds. When at last her haunches rested on his lap she let out a long, moaning whine, trembling as she leaned down and licked his face. For his part, Kajex reached out and grabbed around her ankles, keeping her feet in place as she started to move and ride his cock.

From his position he would have been able to see the Hutt staring down at them, had the bitch kept him hidden from view by being atop him. It was easier to focus on her, now that he was able to clearly see her face, and despite her more feral form the expressions of joy and lust were unmistakable, the gaze of a female in heat glazing her eyes even as she stared down at him lovingly. It made it trivial for him to reciprocate, bucking his hips up to meet her every descent, spearing his length through her folds with enough vigor that the rhythm of their union became audible.

It was the strangest sensation Kajex had ever felt during sex, not least because of his partner. Force-based shenanigans in the bedroom were not uncommon among his pack, but none of his partners had tried to draw from his memories in order to increase their effectiveness as sexual partners. He gave it freely, and the bitch consumed it to put those memories into practice, squeezing around his shaft each time she ground down into his hips, clamping around him when she raised her rump off his legs and gripping briefly around the base of his shaft each time.

This?

Just like that, he groaned back at her mentally. You're so good at this.

Good?

Yeah, such a good girl, he smiled up at her, reaching up and stroking her face. There was an unmistakable blush, a shy but pleased look at his praise that broke past her bliss. Spurred on by the encouragement she worked harder, whining and whimpering, her inner walls fluttering as the apex of bliss grew near, yet at no point did she lapse in her pace. All the Sentinel could do was keep his grip on her ankles and roll his loins up into her spade every time, working his hips to match her rhythm even as his knot began to form, an excruciating yet intensely pleasurable ache around his bulb.

His senses started to dim, and he poured his focus on breeding, though in the back of his head he could hear the sounds of shouts and crashing above him, as if coming from behind a sound-proof blast door. He paid it no mind, noticing the bitch begin to pant and moan vocally, her voice young and beautiful as her cry of ecstasy tore through the air.

"Yes! Breed!"

He had no time to register what she had just said, and couldn't spare any thought to caring that she did, as she gasped and trembled, swaying dangerously to one side. But even in his sexual stupor Kajex's Jedi reflexes didn't fail, shooting upright and catching her quickly, then smoothly rolling her gently to her back, intent on finishing their union as he curled her into a mating press, staring down into her beautiful eyes as he finished the deed. In the first three powerful strokes, she had ridden out her orgasm; in the fourth and fifth, she had accepted his muzzle in another kiss, moaning into his tongue; the sixth stroke slipped past her tight spade and tied the two together at the loins; and the final three strokes were desperate tugs and bucks into her body that sapped what was left of Kajex's endurance.

It didn't matter that there were new visitors and a newer audience present to watch as he poured his spunk into the feral bitch. All he could do now was cuddle her, nuzzle her, make sure she was loved and treated affectionately - things he was more than capable of doing, had done before for others - while waiting for rescue. He didn't need to look up to know that his captors were being dealt with, though the sounds of conflict had passed around the third spurt of cum. The rational part of his mind erased what shame there could have been by reminding him that he had little choice, and had done everything to make it as pleasant and comfortable as possible. The instinctive part was too busy giving in to his urge to fill yet another female full of his offspring, not matter how long the odds were, a part of him that he just...

"A part of you that you just can't help," Syrra finished for him slyly, as she crouched next to them, reaching out and stroking his back.

He breathed in slowly, raising his head and looking up into his mate's blue eyes, his ears pinned back as the Trianii smiled down at him. "I'm... so--"

"No apologizing," she intercepted quickly, leaning in and kissing him. "I know it was the only thing you could have done." She turned her gaze to the feral wolf, reaching down and rubbing behind her ear. "Besides, she's very beautiful."

The wolf stared back up, a subtle smile on her muzzle. "Syrra?"

"Yes, that's me," she replied. "I'm sorry we couldn't get here sooner. I hope my mate has helped you feel comfortable."

The wolf's smile broadened and she shook her head. "Ours," she emphasized, reaching up with a paw and tapping Kajex's nose with it.

Were it any other woman in the galaxy with any other man, Kajex was certain the claim would have been offensive, but he knew Syrra better than that, and was unsurprised when she laughed. "Oh, you like him that much, do you? Well, I'm certainly not going to say no to sharing." She treated her to a serious but kind smile. "Still... we have to get you out of here. It's not safe for you to remain on this planet. I'm sure we can find your home."

"Lothal," she said simply. "Home?"

"Yes, we promise," Syrra assured her. "You have a pack there?"

"Pack," she nodded. "Worried."

"Then we'll find them," Syrra assured her, looking back to Kajex. "We're almost done here. Near as we can tell, this is an isolated compound meant for private affairs. Luckily for us, Birrus the Hutt likes keeping tabs on his competitors, so he's known about this place for a while. Taking it down is a bonus for him."

"Good. So will he honor our agreement?" Kajex asked.

"He_has_ to, after this. Honestly, he feels bad you even got caught up in a rival's trap, so he's open to renegotiating."

Kajex moved to speak, only to be cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps as his brother stepped into the chamber. "We've rounded up the last of th-- whoa." He stopped short, staring at the tied pair.

"Yeah, I know," Kajex said irritably. "If you're not going to take a picture to immortalize the moment, then go find the recording for us before it gets transmitted."

"Miles it on it right now," Locke replied smoothly, a small smile on his muzzle. "You can't blame me for being a little intrigued. Circumstances aside, I almost feel a little jealous." He shook his head, returning to the topic. "In any case, the rest of the thugs here have been rounded up. Not that I endorse Hutt 'justice,' but given what they likely put other slaves through I'll find it difficult to shed a tear for them. Your captor got away, though, and we can't track him through the Force."

"Makes sense, if he still has the ysalamiri with him," Kajex sighed, but he shrugged and smiled back down at her feral companion. "At least we could save someone tonight. Kind of a strange but happy ending."

She smiled back, offering a single, sincere word in return.

"Thanks."

Two Years Later

Lothal had been something of a hot-spot in the early days of the Rebel Alliance, with one of its resistance cells managing to cause chaos among the incompetent Imperial presence. The years following the retreat of the Imperial Remnant saw a surge in its wildlife returning, its grasslands flourishing, and its once-subjugated cities returning to their former glory, though its population never returned to its previous numbers.

All the better, Kajex thought as he stared out across the plains, his eyes tracing the edge of a nearby forest. A breeze caressed past the tall reeds along the hills, whipping up around him and blowing his cloak out until he readjusted. To his right, Syrra stood with her arms folded, gazing in the same direction as they searched.

"She said she'd be here, right?" she said softly.

"She will be," Kajex assured her. "But she has a family to tend to, as well. We both know what that's like."

"Of course. I'm not blaming her, mind you. I'm just eager to see her, see how she's doing."

"So am I," he admitted with a chuckle. "It was... not an ideal way to meet her, but I'm glad I did."

"I am too," Syrra nodded, getting in close and holding his paw. He squeezed it gently and she squeezed back, and whatever reservations he might have had at letting her come with him dissolved. She understood.

But he felt the need to say it anyway.

"You know... there used to be a Jedi Temple here," he said softly. "A satellite temple to serve for the region. Only Locke and Talrik ever visited it, though."

"Think we should visit, after we're done here?"

"We'll be going anyway. That's where her pack's den is, now. It's like they're guardians of this planet's knowledge, and I have a feeling we'll come away with some of it before we leave this world." He shook his head. "Anyway... these Loth-wolves were critically endangered only a few decades ago. Kind of like the Kanj'Isha."

"You feel more connected to them through that?" she asked, cocking her head.

He paused, then shook his head. "Not entirely, no. Kanj'Isha, Loth-wolves, Jedi - they were all nearly extinct. I prefer to think more like we're connected in how each of us is coming back. Maybe not entirely the same as before, but in a way that helps us find a place in the galaxy." He shrugged, unable to prevent a smile from forming. "I don't believe in destiny, just opportunity. But I don't mind thinking that the Force will sometimes provide an opportunity, if we're just brave enough to take it."

"The Force certainly has a sense of humor," she added. "As we both know."

"Clearly," he chuckled.

Another breeze blew past them and the trees ahead rustled, drawing their attention. Something lingered in the shadows ahead, a warping of light between the branches, bushes, and trunks. Then, slowly illuminated by the light ahead, the pack emerged from the treeline, no fewer than five giant wolves in pelts of gray and brown, and sat in a loose formation, gazing at the pair on the hill with no hint of ill intent in their eyes or posture. The seconds ticked by and two more emerged: a strong, enormous male with a black pelt and blue eyes - and a smaller, but no less impressive she-wolf, her pelt white and her eyes a deep blue. Her eyes met his, even from more than a hundred meters away, and he knew it was her, could see the look of contentment and love as she regarded him. The urge to speak, to say anything, nearly overwhelmed him, only to cease when a single wolf pup trotted up next to her and sat by her side.

Whatever he had planned to say dissolved into nothing, leaving incapable of anything more than staring at them.

It was Syrra who roused them - and the twins. "Alright you two, they're here."

There was a pause, and then two Kanj'Isha head popped out from the tall grass; a blue-eyed, gold-pelted male, and a silver-pelted, gold-eyed female, both with black hair. The boy yawned as the girl rubbed her eyes, clearly having been roused from a comfortable nap. "Mmm, who is?" the boy asked.

"Just some family members your father wants you to meet," Syrra told them, helping them both up. "Be nice to them, they may be big, but they're kind."

"They're huge!" the female twin gasped. "And so pretty!"

"Easy there," Kajex shushed them gently. "Just be patient - and pay attention," he added, guiding them by the hand and leading them to the pack. "They'll have plenty to teach us."

Had anyone else been witness to the scene, they would have watched the four approach, sharing not a single word between them, merely gestures, nods, and bowing.

Then, almost as if none of them had been there, fading away into the forest with a breeze trailing them.