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Jaing liked quality, and now that he had the means, he felt he deserved to experience some of the finer things in life.
Among other things, he bought a set of Lashaa silk sheets for his bed. The first time he laid down between the layers, he almost couldn’t stop rubbing his bare skin against the smooth fabric long enough to fall asleep. He woke and moved, and the caress of the fabric was so enticing that he wrapped it around his cock and got himself off.
Then he had to figure out how to launder them, but it’d been worth it.
The silk promised to stand up to vigorous activity, and he tested it out with a partner or two, very satisfactorily. It was glorious—he bought another set so he could swap them out. The silk was expensive, but worth every credit.
Now this was living.
“Lord Mirdalan seems to have taken a shine to you, Jaing,” Sergeant Vau said. “Would you look after it for me while I’m offworld? It doesn’t need much more than the sort of attention and companionship you’re already giving it.”
“You’re not taking it with you?” Jaing asked, looking up without stopping his petting of the loose, wrinkled folds of the strill’s head. It had long, wavy, tawny fur that he was running his fingers through and checking for knots.
“Not this time,” Vau said, reaching in to scratch fondly behind one floppy ear. The strill yawned widely, mouth a gaping maw of teeth it only used on prey. Vau scritched his fingers briefly through Jaing’s hair too, though he ducked away, protesting for show.
“Yeah, yeah, old man, I’ll take good care of your strill. It won't miss you at all, old man; will you, Mird?”
He scrunched Mird’s jowls and kissed its nose; it returned the kiss with interest, a broad lick of its long tongue across his entire face. Jaing laughed as he wiped off drool from his eyebrows to his chin, and Vau chuckled too.
That evening, Jaing let the strill into his room to sleep. Mird jumped up onto his bed and began to nest. The silk would likely stand up to its claws, but Jaing wasn’t about to share his bed with the animal. “Get down,” he ordered sternly, pointing. He’d brought its cushion bed from Vau’s room and laid it at the foot of his own bed. Sulkily, Mird slunk down and turned around six or seven times before flopping down with a disconsolate sigh.
“Sorry, Mird,” Jaing said. “This is my spot, that’s yours. You like your nest, don’t you?” He leaned off the end of his bed and reached down to ruffle Mird’s ears.
Mird put its front set of legs back onto the bed frame, but Jaing shooed it down again apologetically but adamantly. He turned around his own number of times, and ensconced in his silken cocoon, soon dropped off to sleep.
He woke in the middle of the night, warm through and on the fading edges of one of those good dreams. He rolled his hips and his cock pressed against silken fabric— and silken fur.
Was he still dreaming? He’d been thinking about getting a fur to add to his bed, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t done it yet.
A furry leg slid up and down between his and a pair of rough-callused hands gripped his hips. There were arms around him, too, strong and similarly furry, and hysterically he thought—am I dreaming of fucking a wookie or something? He hadn’t had anyone in his bed earlier, he didn’t think.
Something licked his mouth. The smell was familiar, a scent he’d grown accustomed to through exposure. “Mird?” he whispered. “I told you, go back down!”
Mird rolled him onto his back and kissed his face again, hot, wet breath gusting over the wet stripes it’d left. It pressed him down into the bed under its belly, wing-flaps tenting all around him.
Its fur felt almost as sensuous against his front as the silk did against his back. His dick throbbed. “Mird,” he objected again in a hoarse whisper. “Bad strill, go back to your nest.”
Mird’s hind-most pair of legs pushed his knees up and apart, then it turned and stepped over and around him, hooking its front feet behind his knees and treating his crotch to the same type of kisses, all hot breath and wet drool, it had been lavishing on his face.
All those teeth. Jaing whimpered, even though he didn’t feel so much as a fang tip. It was the mere thought of the animal’s deadly jaws around the most vulnerable part of his body.
He was terrified, and his cock was harder than beskar and leaking streams like a Kaminoan storm. Mird rumbled, pleased, and its tail wagged happily over his head.
Should he… check and see what sort of genitalia it was presenting? That… seemed relevant. He hoped it wouldn’t take offense at his exploration. He could see its asshole, but below that… Tentatively, he ran his hands up its back legs and parted the darker fur between them. It didn’t seem to mind.
Strills were hermaphroditic, and they had both internal testes and ovaries, he remembered reading. They could carry young or sire them, as needed. The text hadn’t been clear whether it was both at once or if they switched from one to the other as the situation called for.
He was pretty sure that what he was looking at now was a cunt, though.
Kark. He wasn’t going to fuck Vau’s strill even if it had decided it was a good idea to molest him. Even if the thought of stuffing his hard cock, currently being mercilessly teased by an agile tongue, into a tight little cunt and thrusting until he could fill it up with all the cum in his aching balls, sounded like perfection. He traced his fingers down past that damp seam and petted the strill’s fur under its flaps, then along its belly.
Well, that answered that. It was both at once.
The cock he’d run into on its belly was very hot and slimy, it tapered to a point, and was still partially sheathed. He yanked his hands away and breathed hard.
Mird humped his chest.
“Fuck,” he muttered, head thumping back against his pillow.
Mird got off him and Jaing rolled to sit up immediately, covering his dick with his hands. Mird bowed in front of him, tail twitching to the side and its cunt spreading open, presenting. Kriff, it really did want him to fuck it.
“No,” he said, gulping, “no, no, no, I can’t fuck a strill, that’s crazy, that’s so kriffed up.”
Mird whined pitifully, turned and kissed him with its slobbery mouth, then turned back and bowed again, still whining. It looked at him over its shoulder, golden eyes soulful.
Jaing touched its cunt; it was just as hot as the cock had been. Mird chuffed and rocked back.
Maybe it needed it.
Jaing’s cock pulsed hard at the thought of that heat.
“Oh, this is so karking wrong,” he muttered, even as he moved to his knees and shuffled closer. His cock disagreed, and Jaing was going to blame it with his whole chest if this ever came to light. He was going to blame the horny strill first and then his stupid dick for going along with this monumentally bad kriffing idea.
When he was close enough, Mird’s tail wrapped around his waist tightly, the fluffy tip of it flirting over his ass. He was stuck now. He pushed in.
Hot. Almost too hot, but it felt so good. Fur tickling his hips and thighs and balls. He petted Mird’s back and then humped its cunt. This was what it had been demanding, right?
Mird continued its rumbling purr and held him in place with its tail while its cunt squeezed and milked Jaing’s cock. He didn’t last long, coming hard and profusely enough that it oozed back out around his softening cock, dampening and darkening the stained fur there even more.
Jaing was panting hard and felt a little like he might puke from the cognitive dissonance. Mird sat and lifted its leg, ducking down between its back legs to clean itself with long lazy, thorough licks. Jaing fell back onto his sheets and stared at the ceiling.
Presently, Mird nosed between Jaing’s legs again. He jackknifed up and tried to prevent himself from getting a second blowjob from the amorous beast, but apparently his cock wasn’t what it was after. Its slick tongue swiped up his asscrack and pushed at his hole. Jaing yelped and tried to cover that too, but Mird just rolled him over onto his hands and knees, using its three sets of limbs to position him how it wanted: one set at his shoulders, one at his hips to lift, and the final pair to spread his legs apart. He bucked and squirmed, but Mird was just about as big as him, and in a superior position.
The point of its cock prodded in his crack and slipped up and down, searching for his hole. Its warm furry belly blanketed his back, and Jaing tried to focus on the good parts of this. Sex was sex, right?
No, a strill, his pet, his mentor’s pet, was about to fuck him in the ass and it wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Of course he had already fucked it, so it was only fair, but he thought it needed that! He didn’t need to get fucked!
Or maybe it needed to fuck him as much as the other thing. He panted and whined at this revelation, much like Mird had been doing in his place earlier, and Mird licked his neck, hugging him tightly around the chest with its forelegs.
Its cock found its target and surged in. Jaing yelped again. Mird licked his face over and over as it pistoned its hips unforgivingly hard and fast between his legs.
It stilled and then something huge and hard lodged just inside Jaing’s asshole. “What… the kark?” he panted, dropping to his elbows. Mird was heavy on him, and his knees slid on the silk until he was fully prone. His dick was getting hard again, but he was ignoring that. The thing in his ass wasn’t moving, and neither was Mird.
He could feel gushes of hot fluid inside him. Strill semen. He was shaking and sweaty and sticky and unbearably aroused by this whole fucked up episode.
After what had to have been at least an hour, Jaing reckoned by his heartbeat, the strill’s cock softened and shrunk enough to slip out of his tenderized asshole with a gush of smelly, half-congealed liquid. Jaing groaned in disgust, but just as Mird had licked itself clean, it swiped its tongue up his crack, lapping up the mess of its cum leaking from him.
Jaing dozed off, and was woken by Mird nosing at his face. It licked him, then flopped down and contorted itself to lick between its legs again, this time with its crotch right in his face. Jaing rolled away, but one of Mird’s limbs pulled him back, and after a long, dumbfounded moment, he realized Mird was setting an example for him. He swallowed, then ducked his head and licked up the puffy pink slit of its cunt peeking from between furry lips. Mird crooned and started purring loudly. It shifted, sheath waggling expectantly, and Jaing dutifully dipped his tongue into the opening there too, feeling the slick cock tip nestled within. Mird put a paw on his shoulders and one on his head.
Jaing’s partners always had complimented him on his oral skills.
The next night, Jaing stayed up later than usual. When he finally went to his room, Mird was already asleep, thankfully on its own cushion, but as he keyed the door secure behind him, it raised his head and began watching him, eye-shine flat and bright in the dimness. Jaing breathed out a long, thin sigh, and went into the closet to change his underwear. When he came out, Mird was still laying in its nest, watching intently, and tracked him as he crossed the floor, tail giving a single thump.
Jaing didn’t look at it as he climbed into bed and pulled the silken sheets around himself. He laid very still, listening, but Mird did not move.
It was difficult for him to fall asleep, despite the late hour. The quietness was full of tension, and although Jaing knew just the thing to release tension, he didn’t dare take himself in hand. What if Mird took it as an invitation?
Maybe last night had been a one-off. Mird was probably asleep again by now. Carefully, Jaing slid his hand underneath his hips and adjusted his shorts little by little until his semi was pressed against silk, not linen. Incrementally he rolled his hips, and immediately muffled his groan of relief into the pillow.
Slowly, surreptitiously, he humped the bed like a cadet trying to figure out how it worked for the first time. He didn’t notice the draft at his feet right away, or the mattress dipping under the weight of a careful foot, but he definitely noticed when Mird stepped on him, its large clawed paw planted right between his shoulder blades. His head thunked down in exasperation.
“You weren’t invited to this party, you daft beast,” he hissed in a whisper, craning his neck around.
Foreshoulders high, Mird dropped its head as though tracking a scent and nosed, wet and cold, at the back center of his waistband (Jaing hastily tried to pull the waist tight from the front) and easily slipped it down over the curve of his ass, nose following his crack with little snuffly exhalations.
Jaing waffled between tucking and clenching his butt to prevent this or arching his back to offer easy access to the large and dangerous predator on his back who seemed determined to fuck him. Common sense, if it could be called such a thing in such a scenario, won out. He spread his knees and tilted his hips up and back.
Mird’s tongue laved all the way from the dimples of his back to the bottom of his ballsack and a good way down his inner thighs as well. It was brief but copiously thorough, and then the animal shifted its weight, lifted his hips with its midlegs, and jabbed its hard, heated cock unceremoniously along Jaing’s crack, catching his rim within the first few tries. He wasn’t proud of the startled noise he made, and Mird paused, licked his ear, then carried on.
With only a couple thrusts it seated its slimy appendage home from tapered tip past widening knot to the base. Then its humping became urgent and Jaing was jolted forward on the slick silk trying in vain to keep to his hands and knees, but fortunately this part did not last long, only a few minutes, but Jaing was breathing hard and fighting the urge to tear up by the time Mird stilled.
It got off his back and turned, plumed tail tickling across his back. The knot tugged at his rim, and he backed closer to Mird to ease the pull.
And waited for the swelling to release him.
He didn’t want to look at Mird when it came free, but the strill turned and licked him clean, pushing him where it wanted with its midlimbs. Jaing turned his face away, and Mird whined and licked his cheek, pushing at him with its tongue to turn and face it.
The same tongue it had just been using on his ass, dripping with its cum.
This shocked Jaing out of his funk. “Oh, ugh, gross, Mird,” he complained, scrubbing at his cheek with his wrist. Mird panted in his face, its rank breath even worse than usual because Jaing knew where its mouth had just been.
Then it nudged his hip and licked at his cock, which was perversely, still reacting favorably to this whole ordeal. Jaing thought about objecting. He thought about how well all his objections so far had worked.
He rolled to the side and let Mird lick his dick.
Mird, it seemed, had other ideas. It bowed and presented its cunt, tail draped to the side. Jaing had other ideas as well. His knees kriffing ached.
”Roll over, Mirdalan,” he ordered as firmly as anything. Amazingly, the strill listened to this command.
Jaing laid between its back legs and slotted his cock easily into that tight pink slit, hooking his elbows over the creatures midlimbs. He could lay his head on its ribcage, and its sheathed cock rubbed along his belly.
Warm skin, silky fur, and welcoming heat enveloping his cock; what more could a man ask for? Sentience was overrated, probably. Mird was enthusiastic, at least, wagging its tail and squirming excitedly at this new way to play.
Its cock started emerging from the sheath again before Jaing finished, so he pulled out. He was not getting mounted and fucked again tonight. He jacked Mird with his hands, and then lowered his head and put his mouth on its purplish cock. It tasted like wet strill smelled, but not too dirty; it had cleaned itself after fucking him. Determinedly he carried on until he felt the knot expanding and then straddled its body, holding their cocks together in his hands and fucking alongside the length of the strill’s cock. It was bigger than him, definitely longer, and wider in places. It felt good. Slick, hot. He spilled just a couple strokes after the knot expanded to its maximum.
…That was bigger than his fist. No wonder it wouldn’t come out of his ass. Kriffing kark.
Mird shot out a lot of cum, even though this was its second load tonight. Jaing’s mingled with it, less viscous and more white than the strill’s cream. Mird bent to lick up the cum matting the fur of its belly, and paused for a pointed moment to stare at its master. Without further prompting Jaing bent his own head to help clean up their mess.
He didn’t bother retrieving his shorts, and Mird didn’t bother returning to its bed. They sprawled together in the mussed sheets and slept until morning.
Jaing woke with his dick in someone’s mouth, and he hummed in contentment, thrusting up a little. Then his eyes shot open, and met Mird’s golden stare.
”Osik,” he breathed. “Again? Are you kriffing insatiable?”
This time he coaxed Mird sit on top of him, bent his knees for leverage, and thrust up into its cunt. It didn’t take him long to finish this time, at least, and he stood to go piss in the fresher down the hall.
Apparently, this was not allowed. Lord Mirdalan, it would seem, had opinions about reciprocity.
It pushed him against the wall and stretched its length above him, standing on hind legs. He had to squat a little to let it get its cock into him, but he wanted to get this over with before his bladder burst. Mird was quick too, mercifully.
Jaing swiped his shorts from the floor and beat a hasty exit, letting Mird outside as he went by the back door.
The night after that, when Mird stepped up onto Jaing’s bed and started nesting in the covers as soon as he started readying himself for bed, Jaing stared at it for a long moment, then dropped his underwear into the hamper and got in bed too.
After trying not to think about it all day before being faced with the possibility at bedtime, he abruptly decided he wasn’t going to complain about getting cunt on the regular without needing to have a wholeass wife. Getting dicked down too was a small price to pay.
And he had been thinking of adding fur to his bed anyway.
Vau came back a few months later, and Mird greeted him enthusiastically, jumping up and licking his face, but then circled back to lay on Jaing’s feet again. Vau raised one eyebrow. “Seems Mird has decided it has a new person,” he said dryly, and Jaing looked at him apprehensively.
“I didn’t have much trouble with it while you were gone,” he said carefully, “but if you want it to go back to sleeping in your quarters—”
“Oh, no, that wasn’t my meaning at all,” Vau said. “I’ve always let it do what it likes; I never owned it. It’s more of a one-man strill, I think, and I’m getting a bit old to be keeping up with its antics these days.” He smiled, warm and encouraging, and maybe Jaing was reading into it, but that smile seemed far too knowing as well.
Jaing didn’t make any sort of incriminating face, he really hoped. “An excellent way to handle it, I agree,” was all he said.
And Vau? Winked at him, and walked away.