The moment came rather fast as her skin felt tingly when Kia takes the last pieces of her clothing off. The excitement is overbearing and it feels almost forbidden of how good it feels to simply imagine what they are about to do. The intense sexual magnetism has them drawn to each other. Too many thoughts are pouring into her mind as she walks over to the bed.

The air is thick with tension as Din's weight slumps down onto the soft mattress. Kia steps forward and stands in between his knees and cups his face with her hands. The moment her soft fingertips touch his face, she sees him suck in air into his lungs and closes his eyes. As she stands in front of him, she feels his hands wrap around her knees, slowly gliding up towards her hips. He's insecure, not sure where to begin or how to start. He's definitely out of his element.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked sweetly, and when he nods his head, she presses her lips onto his. She feels his fingers glide up her thighs as they share a passionate kiss, a small moan rumbles in the back of his throat as he wraps his strong arms around her waist, and moves back to lay down onto the bed.

She falls on top of him, spreading her legs apart as she rocks her hips onto his growing hardness. He gasped and tilts his head back, his hands glide up her hips and waist. He's never been this aroused before. For a second time on the same night, his cock swelled up and it was so intense that it's making him more feverish.

The kiss was wildly fierce, full of lust and adoration; which causes her to gasp as the moment tugs at a cord deep inside her, which attaches her lips to the depths of her core. He's so unconventional in his reactions to her that it takes her by surprise. She reached up with both hands to run her fingers through his thick wavy hair and along the smooth skin of his cheeks and jaw. His cheeks and face was shockingly sleek and warm, as well as shaggy facial hair that tickles her hands.

He palms her breasts as she moves away to tilt her head back to let out a soft moan. She leans back over to apply open-mouthed kisses along his broad chest. The grip on her breasts turns to steel as she feels him groan, his chest heaving as his face is a mixture of pain and pleasure. He's never had this much physical stimulation before, his armor and helmet had always prevented him from such pleasures.

She moves to kiss a line from his midsection, moving upwards towards his neck as he hisses and moans in response. As she continues rocking her hips, a strong and intense urge shoots through him. He can no longer be able to stay still. His hands were everywhere and all over her.

His grip returns to her hips. As she sits on top of him, she rubs her wet folds along his thick length. She leans back up again, grips his upper forearms before moving to glide her tongue across one of his nipples, twirling it around his areola a few times before sucking it tightly into her mouth.

"Ah, Dank ferrik!" Din cursed as he dug his fingers into her ass. She lets his nipple fall out of her mouth with a flop and looks up at him. His cheeks were pink, his lower lip is red and inflated, like he'd been biting at it.

"Too much?" She murmured against his skin.

"Y-yes...." he gasped, she can feel his body twitching beneath her. "I-I mean...N-no..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," he breathed out as his head moves side to side. She doesn't hesitate as she moves to do the same with the other nipple. A loud hiss leaves his mouth as he squeezed her ass harder.

"You are so beautiful," he groaned.

"Ni copad gar (I want you)," she whispered as her lips move up towards his collarbone and neck.

"Not yet, Mesh'la. I want to taste you. Please!" He begs, desperately wanting to put his mouth on her. She moves aside to allow him to switch positions. Once he's on top of her, his hands settle on her knees as he spread her legs apart, keeping her thighs in place while he stares at her dripping wet center.

Kia's kneels dig into the mattress, giving him full permission to do whatever the hell he wants. He absorbs the image of her spread open for him, taking his time in this cherished and precious moment. She's like a forbidden fruit, tempting him to do something he's never done with anyone else before. This is unexplored territory for him, so intimidate and private, but his intuition finds a way.

"Fuck, you look good like this," he mutters.

When she hears him speak, she shivers once again and a quiet moan leaves her mouth. He curls his lip, but makes no movements. He's patient in his actions, like a skilled huntsman, and it's driving her completely insane. Yet still, she says nothing as she grips the bedsheets from under her. The knowledge of something sensational is about to come, makes her pussy cry out for more.

She closes her eyes and hears a long exhale from him as he lays down on his belly, her feet resting on the soft mattress of the bed. Din's beautiful face is now directly in front of her heated center, but then he stops for what feels like a millennium. She feels his warm breaths on her wet pussy as he stares into her core, dripping wet for him to devour.

His helmet has always hindered him from tasting a woman's flesh. Women have pleasured him numerous times, but he was always limited to what he could to in return. His lips and tongue was always hidden underneath a thick heavy beskar. Removing his helmet during sex was not an option before. For him, sex was just another mission, a task that needed to be done so he can move on to the next job. But with her, it was different. Like a dirty little secret that only they knew about.

She feels a light brush of a fingertip along her core, then begins to slowly rub her clit in circling movements. Her eyes roll back as she opens her mouth to let out a groan. It's just one finger, yet it felt so unholy yet delightfully wonderful. She arches her back as he finally pushes a finger inside, curling it as she can't help but moan his name and curl her toes.

"Din, please..." she begs.

"Hush, mesh'la. Let me have my fun," he breaths out as he keeps rubbing her clit in circles, while pumping his finger in and out at a steady pace. She wonders if this is his first time, yet the motions of his fingers tells her that he's an expert at this. He hits all the right spots and applies the right amount of pressure. She could lay like this forever, stretched out and open for him to him enjoy. He's targeting no specific spot, he's simply inspecting her fully. When she finally says something, she gasps and moans it audibly.

"I'm y-yours, D-Din. Do w-what you w-want," she gasps and shakes.

Hearing those words, Din quickly buries his face in between her thighs, one of his arms is pressed down onto her hips like a rod of beskar to keep her in place. His other hand is below him, slowly jerking himself off as his tongue explores her wet core.

Just like with kissing, he didn't have a technique, nor did he have any skill. This was a new experience for him. At first, he struggled to establish the right pace as his saliva made everything slick. Yet he groaned into her each time. Then his lips wrap around her clitoris, but his first yank was a bit too harsh as he used his teeth. She hissed and tugged at his soft hair in response. He pulls away immediately and looks up at her, his mouth shiny with juices, and his lips are bright red.

"A l-little too r-rough," she panted.

"Sorry," he rasped. "You just taste so damn good, cyare."

Din wastes no time and resumes his exploration of her pussy with his tongue. She nearly cries at how amazing it feels. She grunts and moans obscenities, but they are merely the result of pure ecstasy. Like a true hunter, he zeros in on spots that make her moan and tremble. His tongue is like a furnace between her folds, gliding over her clit in achingly slow and wet circles. She tilts her head back and arches her back once again in euphoria.

"Oh, Din...yes...oh, fuck...k-keep doing t-that..." she reassured him with a groan as he kept licking her. He's a fast learner, each second he gradually becomes more skilled than the last as he worked on her.

The blending of his fingers and tongue on her and inside her, has caused her to be unhinged. She feels the heat building up from her stomach to her core as he picks up his pace. Since Din is a highly committed fighter and bounty hunter, he won't stop until his mission is completed.

Her, a Jedi Knight. Him, the ruler of Mandalore. She imagines the vulgar scene of the king on his knees before her, obediently tasting her until he draws all the oxygen from her lungs.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he breathed out against her skin, his finger pumping in and out of her at a much higher tempo.

"Din, I...I'm..." moaned as her hands grips onto the bedsheets beneath her.

"Cum on my tongue, mesh'la," he growled a demand as his fingers locate her sweet spot, and his mouth instantly return to engulf her folds.

"Oh yes, Din!" She moaned as her orgasm ripped through her like an ocean wave, carrying her out to sea. Her pussy clenched hard around the Manda'lore's fingers, but her vision is tunneled. She felt she was taken out into space, her ears are buzzing and she couldn't hear anything. She feels him groan at the same time, his hand still jerking himself off as she travels through the cosmos.

When things finally return to normal, his mouth and fingers leave her sensitive core. She feels completely devastated as Din returns to his usual stoic and mysterious demeanor.

"You taste so much better than I ever imagined," he tells her.

"Can I ride you?" She asked in a trembling voice.

"Haar'chak (Damn it). Yes!" He cries out in a desperate plea as they frantically switch positions once again.

Din is a complete mess. Kia has totally stripped the beskar from this fearsome bounty hunter, revealing a soft and lonely man in urgent need for affection and warmth.

Once she's back on top, his hands clamped down around her hips, and his pelvis twitched upwards beneath her, hitting the head of his cock into her clit. Din gasped as she began sliding down his length. He was so thick. The tip of his cock burning as it parted her folds and slid inside her inch by fucking inch.

She whimpered and threw her head back, slowly grinding her hips down into him to get more of a delightful stretch, but Din suddenly cursed and dug his nails into her hips so hard, she's sure he drew blood.

"Stopstopstopstop!" He cries out, and she froze halfway down on his cock.

"Is everything alright?" She panted.

"Y-yes....Just...h-hold on a s-second," Din replied softly, hands tightened on her hips. Usually, he's in control during sex and he's never allowed any woman to be on top of him like this. He was still very sensitive and he didn't want to cum. He wanted to feel her clenched around him before he does again.

They both stay like this, frozen for what seemed like a century, but eventually his grip on her loosened. Both getting used to the feeling, this new part of their relationship that will forever alter the way they treat and see each other.

"Okay, you can keep going...but slowly," he huffed, relaxing slightly on the soft bed.

She nodded as she resumed sliding down on his cock slowly. Eventually, her ass touched his hips, the head of his cock poking at her cervix. She whimpered as the walls of her pussy clenched around his thick shaft, rocking ever so slightly.

She rode his cock in large rocking motions. Her hands planted on his shoulders for leverage, and she grounded her throbbing pussy into the coarse hairs at the base of his hardness until his pelvis was soaked in her arousal.

"Oh Din. You f-feel so good...deep inside me. I-I wish w-we could...s-stay like this...f-forever..." she murmured as her walls squeezed around his cock.

Din reached up with one hand to grip her throat. His fingers were gentle yet firm around her neck, forcing her to look down at him as she rolled her hips back and forth.

"Cyar'ika, ni linibar gar (Sweetheart, I need you)," he grunts, the other hand grips her hips even more tighter, as she rocks her hips down into him a bit faster.

"Ni vercopa be gar (I dreamt of you)," she groaned as her climax begins to build, her pussy clasping even harder around his cock. He almost lost it after hearing her speak Mando'a.

"Mesh'la. Cum for me...I-I know y-you're close," he grits out, his hand moving from her neck to squeeze one of her breasts. She begins to move up and down more rapidly, bouncing up and down on his cock as she moans and pants.

"Oh!" She groaned, her eyes squinted shut as electricity jolts up her spine. Her hands grip his shoulders, her hips rolling upwards and downwards on his sensitively hard cock. "Din, I-I'm gunna..."

"That's right," he growled. "Cum for me. Say my name. Please. I want to....f-fuck...f-feel you...tight around me...come on...please..." he babbled.

"Ahhh, Diiiiinn!" She screamed as her orgasmed crashed over her like a blast from a pulse rifle, her nails digging into the bounty hunter's shoulder blades.

Eventually, she drifted back down to her surroundings, her senses gradually returning. She felt her body slack and limp. But she doesn't stop rocking her hips against his hardness.

Every few minutes, Din goes stiff under her as she clasp her hips against him, his breath raspy and irregular as it cut through his gritted teeth. This moment, Kia dragged her fingers across his torso before winding them through his hair, never once stopped her steady pace above him.

She looks down at Din. Thinking of how incredible this man is. How handsome. How powerful. How courageous. How the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy coming undone for her, like any other man has for her in the past. Yet he's not just another man. He's Din Djarin. He's the Manda'lore. He's Grogu's parent.

Suddenly Din feels himself throbbing inside her as his release is threatening to erupt. He expected to be able to last longer than this, yet his orgasm hits him sooner than he had planned.

"Ah, quick! Tell me where..." he grits out intensely.

He tries to silently give reasons for it and to ask her to slow down, but he simply was not able to. He's too mesmerized by the sound of their skin slapping, the warmth of her around him, and her voice calling his name like a seductress.

"Inside! It's okay," she cries out in a throated sound, unable to explain to him that she has an implant.

It's all he needed to hear and he cannot deny her pure and dirty request. She feels his muscles tense under her, his eyes squinting shit, teeth clenched, lips curled, and his head tilted back. He cums inside her on command, calling out her name, which echoed throughout the room. He lets himself go once again, loudly and messily, with her on top as she helps him ride out his second orgasm. His balls pull up to pump every last drop of whatever he had left from his previous climax just moments ago.

"Ah, f-fuck! Kia, it's...t-too much!" He grunts as his second orgasm hits him harder than he has ever felt before.

She rocks her hips a few more times, hard and fast as he wails. He whimpered as she felt his cock throb inside her, filling her up with his cum. The warmth of his seed flooding deep into her like a volcano. She whimpered and writhed on top of the groaning bounty hunter as he pulls her down onto his heaving chest. The two of them shivered against each other for several minutes as they both catch their breaths. Eventually, she sighed and relaxes her body on top of him, tucking her head under his chin.

"Don't go," he whispers.

"I'm not leaving," she panted.

"Stay here with me tonight," he breathes out as she pushed herself up off him before collapsing back on top of him once again.

"Good night, cyar'ika," she sighed, the thumping of his heart beat is like a lullaby.

"Good night, mesh'la," he replied as he wraps his arms around her. They both gradually drift off to sleep in each other's arms.