Sweat. It surrounded the young man, it dripped from his well-defined body, and it pooled in the lines and sinew of his battle-hardened form with every motion of his sturdy frame. Every movement of his body brought another sound of mindless pleasure from the one below. Her nails had already painted his back with the deep crimson tracks of her pleasure as the walls echoed with her hoarse voice. But that was expected, the petite engineer clung to his hulking frame like her life depended on his thrusts deep inside of her womb, all of this despite the screams that bordered on pain.
The pair had been at this for hours, the mating rut in full swing as he defiled the Beta female in her own marriage bed. That was the way of the Axumite, the warrior caste used their lessers to plant their seed. It was an honor for them to carry the progeny of a warrior, even for her husband who would raise the child as his own. Thus the warriors learned the skills and trades of the engineers or the laborers before their true training.
Her husband, though, was not left out of the ritual as his wife was bred; his was a place of honor, a place that recognized his sacrifice and generosity to offer up his mate for the warrior. Besides the social and monetary pleasures of his position, there were the physical pleasures he shared with his wife at the hands of the Alpha. Included in the activities, the first load of the night was his and his alone, to thank the man and bring him off, as well.
As she found yet another release on the end of the warrior’s length, the female fell limp below him against the bed. Apparently, it was all too much for her to handle; the Beta was unable to keep up with his stamina. Now it was time for her husband to serve, for his anointment by the alpha as he’s allowed to raise the larger man’s son.
Before he even needed to ask, the man was there on his knees before the warrior, ready to worship the larger man. It was a bit of a blur, more like a dream than reality, but the man was next to his wife with his hole presented and prepared for the Alpha to take as he pleased. Like his wife before, the Beta man would give himself entirely to the task and last until the warrior could finish. As he pushed inside, there was an overwhelming sense of bliss, as if he was finally where he belonged.
Inch by inch the warrior sank into the man as the Beta matched his wife for tone and volume, curses in Axumite once more echoed through the room. It took longer for the pair to meet flesh-to-flesh, for the entirety of the warrior to disappear inside the man, but it was done. Their agreement was now sealed; she would carry his child, but for the next three days, they would mate.
Sweat. There was a pool of it surrounding the Jedi Guardian as he awoke in his berth. With a bellow, Andivar sat up and felt the release of his dream drain from his body and stain the sheets wrapped around his body. This was a rare occurrence, those dreams came only once every ten or twelve cycles, but every time it does it makes the hulking Jedi feel less and less confident in his skills.
Much like in his dream, he felt more than saw Porskka in the corner, knowing full well his former teacher had sensed the dreams in his own sleep and came to watch over the younger Jedi. When Andivar had been a Padawan, it was his Master who helped suppress the biological needs of his race. Even now, though, the hormonal balance he fought so hard to maintain in his mind grew more and more wild with each passing year.
“You should sleep, I can handle my dreams myself,” came the low rumble of Andivar’s voice as he looked to the older man. There was no shame as he unwrapped the sheets from his thickly muscled legs and used them to wipe the remains of his release from his body. Just like when he was a boy, the Jedi slept nude because of his size; there were few things he could wear that wouldn’t end up as rags by morning.
“And miss the show after? Why would I give this up?” came the lilting words from the shadows, only the glint of his master’s teeth to show the man was really in the room.
That just brought a huff of frustration from the larger man as he turned to try and maintain some sliver of modesty as he stuffed the ruined sheets into the recycling shaft and started to warm up the shower unit in the head. “You make it seem like I’m some sideshow to view in the Outer Rim for a few credits and a laugh,” was the low, petulant response from Andivar. A new sheet was waiting in the drawer for after his shower, for now, he ignored the older man and moved to clean himself under the precious flow of steam and water.
Porskka considered the other man for some time, his own wry wit usually lost on the hulking Axumite or misunderstood in equally hilarious ways. No, there was no point in torturing the boy when he was upset, not when he knew the raging hormones of his former student’s people could lead to very dark paths.
“You mustn’t be too hard on yourself, Andivar. It is simple biology, you are wired to need a release, and no amount of self-reflection and meditation can change that. The Order allows you the release you need,” he finally said toward the shadow cast from the shower. “Use it.”
The last was punctuated with a flick of the older man’s wrist as he turned the dial toward cold in his former Padawan’s shower. His playful nature showed through, always happy to poke holes in the quiet dignity of his student.
Only when he heard the angry screams from the cold did the older Jedi make his way out of the room. “Mating doesn’t mean attachment, Andivar. You, out of anyone, should know that,” he called as he left and let the door close behind his retreat.
Once the water warmed up again, the larger Jedi leaned up against the wall and let the words wash over him. His deep shame had always been the weakness of his race, of his breeding: the need for physical release. No matter how the man tried, he couldn’t resist the demands of his body. And his master was right, his race didn’t form attachments, so there was no need to avoid his attractions. What he couldn’t face, though, was the deviant desires buried inside of his physical needs. The desire to mate with other males.
That was not the way of his people, of his position as a warrior of Axum, and would bring shame to both of his fathers. And it was that which wove doubt into the hulking Jedi’s mind and put him in danger of falling to the Dark Side.