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Oh my god, that adorable mental image, and Hux trying to keep a stiff upper lip, but there's a tiny tremor in his shoulders, and he's made his affections so publically known...!!!

I would kill for this prompt.

In its defense, he was made up for the Star Wars Holiday Special, which is notoriously awful, but then he was worked into comics, children's stories, novels... Of course, no longer canon, but honestly, who thought this was a good idea? Chewie also had a father named Attichitchuk... nicknamed Itchy.

Oh hey, I was double-checking Lumpy's entry on wookiepedia, and apparently his nickname changes to Waroo as an adult, because apparently he realized that Lumpy is a terrible nickname. Hah! I vote that Ben still calls him Lumpy in private, just to annoy him. They are like brothers.

I love love love that he didn't need to poke around or overthink it, just knew what would help. In this kinda fic, you expect the Alpha to be all "you should stop", and that's bullshit and sexist...? IS that the word? I'll keep using it, whatever. But this isn't that- Ren doesn't try to dissuade him. He points out that this is a bad idea, but doesn't push once his suggestion is rebuked. Just... perfect, perfect, perfect. Supportive and considerate and respectful, in a way you fucking NEVER see in ABO fic.

Oh, MAN this was perfect!! It tread this line between sex-for-ulterior-motives and holy-shit-I-need-you, and the idea of them ruling together- not of one using the other and planning to take over in full, but of their joint excitement at ruling together, "just as it ought to be", was perfect.

Like, mutinous and greedy and clinical and coded, but also passionate and strangely romantic?? This is just amazing.

I... don't like Kylo Ren as a character or as a person, but I feel so bad for him right now, omg. This is confusing.

And Finn is so high-strung, so very, very scared, oh poor baby!

i love comments like this tbh, my job as a writer is done. xD

Poor Finn, he doesn't deserve this shit from his superiors.

Hey guys, sorry this took so long to get up- at one of my jobs my boss hurt her back so everyone else had to pull double duty, and then I had to take an emergency trip to deal with my brother's hospitalization (he's fine now, he just got food poisoning and his roommate decided it was better safe than sorry and took him to the ER) and then got back home right as we had a very severe storm- and I just got electricity back today. Sheesh, it's only April and 2016 has already been one nonstop clusterfuck. Usually I don't get this burnt out until August or so. Hopefully this won't take me so long for the next part.

Despite his rapid departure from that strange not-quite-world, Ben took a while to regain consciousness completely- probably a side effect of the drugs they'd used to knock him out in order to conduct the surgery. He felt himself drifting- sort of there one moment, somewhere else the next. Finally, he was able to focus his vision and keep his eyes open long enough for the monitors to register that he'd regained consciousness, and almost immediately, the doctors were on him like carrion-birds on a corpse.

“It's very strange,” Doctor Arkkriss said, shaking her head once she realized Ben was awake. “When we did the test the first time, there was nothing there! When you asked us to re-run the test, we found a mass in your lung. And you were right- there was something in there. It's not anything I've ever seen before- how did you end up with a metal device in the interior of your lungs? It's not possible that you inhaled it.”

“Mm,” was all Ben managed to say. His head still felt slushy, and his tongue rebelled against forming words. The doctor handed him a cup of ice chips, which he gratefully took.

“You've been out for three days,” the doctor continued. “It wasn't a particularly difficult surgery, and we didn't use anything unusual medication-wise on you, but your body... well, it was almost like your lung did not want to let go of the device we found. I was worried you wouldn't wake up, that we'd accidentally sent you into shock.”

Now that was news to Ben. He'd been out for three days? It seemed like he'd spent maybe twenty minutes at the most talking to Hux's mother. Maybe time worked differently when you were dead. “..three days?” he managed to rasp out. Doctor Arkkriss nodded.

“Don't worry too much,” she replied. “Once that thing was out of you, your vitals were fine and you seemed relatively stable. Your body likely just needed the rest to recover from whatever that thing was. It didn't stop General Hux from panicking, though. He was here whenever he wasn't on duty, and we almost had to ban him from the medbay, since he kept trying to get poor Lieutenant Mitaka to keep an eye on you when he couldn't. As though the lieutenant isn't here for medical treatment too!” The woman snorted, shaking her head. “I'll leave you to it- I'll be back in half an hour to check on you. Suck on those ice chips, though, your mouth must be very dry.”

Hux had been looking out for him while he was out, and he was concerned enough to make the medical bay staff consider barring him from entry? Ben couldn't figure out why. Ever since that night when he'd accidentally transmitted his voice, Hux had been a constant, meddling presence in his life, and even if you held a blaster to his head and demanded an answer as to why, Ben wouldn't have been able to tell you. He was nobody! He was supposed to be dead! Hux actually had duties, a life, and things to live for. Why was he so obsessed with Ben's well-being?

Actually, now that he thought about it, there was something strange about how Moa had reacted to him, too- almost like she was telling him to look after her son... but in a manner that was more than just mere acquaintances. Hadn't she even gone on to say that she shouldn't approve of their relationship because of who his parents were? That almost sounded like what a parent would say to their child's future spouse, or something like that. But that couldn't possibly be right. There wasn't anything there. Hux was probably just alarmed that he'd found a half-dead man on his ship, and Moa had as good as said that being dead was boring- she was probably just seeing things that weren't really there in an unconscious attempt to liven up her afterlife. There wasn't any other logical explanation for it.

With those thoughts taking root in his mind, Ben finished his ice chips and drifted back into an uneasy sleep.

Finishing my KBB rough draft means going back to other, 100% indulgence projects. Sorry to have kept you waiting!

The Falcon smells bad. Ben had forgotten about that.

He had also forgotten how you could hear the engines if you were lying on the floor, or feel the hot air coming from the cooling systems. Or just how many people could fit in small spaces. The Room had been smaller, but it had been just him, and Hux, sometimes Phasma.

Here there is his father, Chewie, two people he only ever saw from the corner of his eyes, and the entire world calling him behind the fog, which has been growing so very, very thin.

Ben whimpers.

His father’s arms tighten around him. “Don’t worry, kid, I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

“I already was,” Ben protests.

It was a different kind of safe than now: curled up in his father’s arms, he feels warm in a way that has nothing to do with the air coming out from the cooling system. He had never noticed just how cold the Room could be.

When he was alone, that is. When Hux was there, it was still cold, but it was Hux’s cold. Ben had grown to like it.

His father growls at his words, so low Ben doesn’t hear it but can feel the rumble in his chest. From above him, Chewie growls in turn. It is a soothing growl though, the way only Chewie can make. “We don’t know what happened to the cub, we -”

“Nothing happened,” Ben cuts him off. “I was in the Room, it was boring at times.” He buries himself into his father’s arms, trying to block out the world. “I was lucky there was Hux.”

“Ben…”

“And Phasma, but not as often,” he continues, because the more he talks, the less he thinks, and the less of what if beyond the fog comes back. (But Hux isn’t here, and neither is Phasma, and without the syringe the fog will disappear eventually, and when it does, oh, when it does...) “And I liked Hux better anyway.”

His father makes a noise that is both sad and angry. “How could you li… He kidnapped you. He locked you away.”

“Kept me hidden. Safe,” Ben corrects.

His father buries his head in Ben’s hair. Ben feel thick drops falling onto his scalp.

He doesn’t mind.

“He was supposed to kill me,” he murmurs almost thoughtfully. “He loved me instead.”

His father laughs and sobs at the same time. “That wasn’t love, kiddo.”

“Felt like it.”

Different from any he had experienced before, because Uncle Luka had all sorts of rules during training that Hux felt more than happy to ignore. When Ben didn’t hate him anymore, when Hux knew Ben would let him, Hux touched, and kissed, and stroked.

And Hux was cold, cold hands Ben could feel always and a cold soul he only felt once, before. But cold hands and cold soul created warmth in the pit of his stomach, whispered sweet promises in his ears.

And in those moments, Ben not only knew he was safe, but he felt it too.

And Hux never spoke of love, but Ben didn’t know what else it could be.

“It was all I had anyway,” he adds in a whisper.

His father’s embrace tightens for a moment, and then Han Solo lifts his head again, breathing loudly. “I didn’t…” he grunts when Chewie growls again. “Yes, I know, Chewie, I just…” Another growl. “Fine, we’ll talk about it later.”

Ben can’t help but smile at the familiarity of it. Even though it has been so long.

His father smiles shakily in return, his hand coming to stroke Ben’s cheek. “Your mother will know better that me anyway.” He jolts. “Oh kriff, Ben, your mother, she’ll…”

“She’ll be angry?”

“What? No, why would she…” His father’s eyes darken. “Did Hux tell you that?”

Ben shook his head. “He told me I had to stay with him, and not with you. But I thought she would be angry because I didn’t think about her. Or you.” His fists bunch into his father’s jacket. He shouldn’t have said that, because his father might be angry even if his mother isn’t, and... “I do now, because you’re here, but thinking about you meant thinking about before, and… and…” He is trembling now, tears sting the corner of his eyes. “Dad, I…”

The large hand comes to rest on his back, stroking it gently like he did when Ben was ten. Ben leans into the touch.

Oh, but the fog is so thin now, and if he isn’t

“You’re okay, son, you’re okay,” his father speaks in a low voice. A constant stream of words more soothing than any lullaby. “You’re mother won’t be angry. She’ll be so happy to see you, we are so, so happy. We should probably warn her tough. She’ll be so surprised, a happy surprise of course, but she might faint for the first time in her life, and then where will we be? Chewie, could you..” A growl. “Yeah, well, I’m not letting go of him one second so…”

“I can do it.”

That last voice belonged to someone else, and when Ben looks up to see who, he freezes.

“Rey,” he hears his father say. It sounds so far away in that moment. “I don’t…”

And Ben doesn’t catch anything else, because the more he looks at the girl, the thinner the fog gets, and then out come all it has kept at bay. Only what comes isn’t his father or his mother or anything else he kept outside to stay safe and hidden and happy with Hux.

What comes out are the flames, and the sea of white. The burning buildings, the burning… the.. Force...the burning flesh. All of them, and their screams.

His screams.

He thinks he’s trashing. Probably.

All that he knows is that he wants to get away, but he can’t because someone is holding him down, and no, no, nononononono….!

“What happened? What -”

What’s happening? Please, Ben, what’s h-

“- know! He started screaming when he -”

Please! Please! What do we do?

“Krif!! Where is -”

- Master Luke? We need to find him, he’ll

“Rey!”

Rey!

“Give me that needle!”

Yes good, a needle. Bring back the fog, bring it back, he doesn’t want this, any of this, he wants to go back, be hidden, be safe!

He wants Hux.

He feels a tinge in his neck, and no, no, not the neck, the arm, the arm is where it goes, syringes in the neck bring..!

The dark.

But perhaps it’s better than this, Ben thinks as the world fades around him.

Edited 2016-04-21 16:38 (UTC)

Han broke my heart and Chewie is a concerned and sad and angry uncle.
I love your Ben and your writing is amazing.
Leia is going to actual faint, I can sense it.

This is a beautiful part. Han just cradling Ben against his chest with Chewie hovering over them protectively is such a brilliant image.

Oh no this made me so emotional,,, My heart is aching for Han and Ben (and soon Leia) so much ;-;

I just want to let everyone know I'm still working on its (about 2k words in). Poe is just not playing nice and I'm a horribly busy (and slow) writer. If I can get my focus on I'm hoping to have it finished by Sunday though. Fingers crossed!

This prompt has been in my head for a long time, and I've decided to fill it myself. The fill will be started shortly!

It will be a fusion with Star Wars-verse but incorporates basically... as many fairy tales as I can fit in it... that okay?

I fully support the OP on this - if only because it could add drama to the fic. "Brendol Hux" being the name of both the father and the son could have had Ben's poor parents thinking his soulmate was some hardass imperial officer whose old enough to be his grandfather - not knowing about Brendol Hux II until some time later.

*screams internally* o mg this series playa with all of my emotions.

Finn, you damn well better like it! Why you have to hurt Matt's feelings like that? Awwwwww my emotes are running high today. T.T

Ok I really want to read this!

OP- Holy crap - I was gone for a while and just saw your comment!

This is wonderful I can't thank you enough aah, it's perfect and certainly not too wordy ;-;
I love slow paces so I don't mind at all, and the more plot the happier I am!

This is brilliant. ^_^

Your Knights are the best!

I'm such a slow writer and this is waaaay longer than I planned it to be. This is just part one of two. It's a sequel to one of my other fics (https://archiveofourown.org/works/6390187) not a necessary read but I do reference what happened in it in this fic). Apologies for spelling/grammar errors this is un-beta'd

So hear we have the lead up but no actual egg laying, just the implantation.

-

Flauros is one of the eight moons that orbited the planet Felucia within the Felucian system. It’s small, blue-green, and in so many ways reminds Poe of his own home on Yavin IV.

If he wasn’t so numb at the moment, Poe could probably find it in him to feel homesick. Instead he focuses’ on beginning the landing procedures for the shuttle. He’d already signalled the central city to alert the flight towers to notify them of their intention to land.

Beside him General Organa remains stoically silent, as she has been since they were allowed to leave the Finalizer. If she was surprised that they were continuing to carry out their initial mission she said nothing.

Once they have landed and preparing to disembark, General Organa stops Poe with a gentle hand on his arm. “Poe, despite what happened, what Ren said I have a gift for the Flaurions. I would never expect you to offer yourself in exchange for the resources the Resistance needs.”

Poe wants to tell her that he knows she would never ask such a thing from him, but he can’t, especially not when if she did, Poe isn’t sure that he would deny her request. Instead offering her the comfort he’s certain she needs, Poe nods. “Yes General.”

That brings a frown to her face, but General Organa leaves it at that, dropping her hand and making her way to entrance of the shuttle to disembark. She’s changed out of her travelling clothes into a simply shaped dress. It’s the colours of the dress that makes it stand out though; blues and greens that catch and reflect the light in a dazzling display. Watching her Poe sees the woman he grew up knowing like a mother but also the General he would give his life for.

It takes Poe a few moments longer to power down the ship, needing to catch his breath because he can still hear Kylo Ren’s poisonous voice in his ear telling him about what the Flaurions really want. Pushing that aside, he forces himself to move and stand at General Organa’s side. Much like her, Poe has changed into something more befitting of the situation. In his case it’s only the dark green dress uniform that all the Resistance Command owns.

As the door to the shuttle opens, General Organa and Poe are greeted by a chorus of loud trumpeting sounds. Crowded around the ship are very tall, possibly as tall as seven feet, blue skinned with no hair, large eyes, and an almost fish like appearance. Given that Flauros is comprised of ninety-percent water this makes sense. They are all quite exotic and elegant looking, even to Poe who has seen met many different races throughout the Galaxy.

General Organa steps forward and is greeted by two Flaurions, dressed in more intricate clothing than the rest, as well as a Twi’lek man.

The Twi’lek bows lows to General Organa in respect. “Their most royal highnesses Emperors Oolfan and Vveeda welcome you to Flauros Princess General Leia Organa. I am Zadan Elluny and I will act as your translator during your stay here.”

Smiling, General Organa holds out her hands in greeting to the royal couple, who accept them with a gentle stroke along her palms. “It is an honour to be welcomed to your beautiful planet.” She tells them earnestly, her attention focused on the two Flaurions and not Zadan as he translated for her. “I bring with me my most trusted pilot and one of the members of my command.” General Organa inclines her head slightly in Poe’s direction.

Stepping forward Poe bow’s deeply, before straightening up and introducing himself. “Commander Poe Dameron, it is a privilege your majesties.” His greetings are returned with the same affectionate gesture that General Organa received.

Once the greetings have been exchanged, General Organa gives the gathered Flaurions a speech about her hopes that the Resistance may forge a friendship with the Flaurions, and to show her goodwill toward them she has brought a gift.

Poe catches the emperors exchanging a glance Poe’s way as General Organa speaks. He can feel a sense of dread pooling in his stomach even though he can’t interpret what was conveyed in the look.

Humans just happen to be one of their preferred spawn carriers; we’re soft and our bodies’ adept well to the presence of the Flaurion eggs.

Desperately Poe pushes the memory away, telling himself that it the words were meant to unnerve and nothing more. It doesn’t stop the chill that crawls up his spine every time any of the Flaurions look his way.

The gift turns out to be bottles of expensive Corellian whisky as well as some Hosnian wine, which is now more prized than ever before as it has recently become quite rare. The emperors accept the gifts graciously, going over each bottle with keen interest. Privately Poe wonders if such an aquatic species would even drink alcohol, but the General would have known what an appropriate gift to bring was before they set off on their trip.

General Organa and Poe are invited to join the emperors at the palace to rest and freshen up before what is to be the first of the parties held in their honour. If there is one thing Poe will learn over the next few days is that the Flaurions enjoy a good party and will use any excuse they have to as many as they can.

-

Negotiations go on for three days without much give; while the Flaurions are gracious hosts and listeners. While they are willing to work with the Resistance in some ways mainly access to the planet and information exchange, they will not budge on the things that General Organa truly needs, mainly funds. It is well known that Flauros is a wealthy planet; the moon is one of the few places in the Galaxy that a very rare plant used for medication can be farmed on. If Flauros were to ally themselves completely with the Resistance the funding from them would allow them to get better equipment, more medication and bacta, and any number of things that they need.

Emperors Oolfan and Vveeda will not budge on their decision and so General Organa and Poe find themselves at a standstill. They have one more day on Flauros to try and change the King and Queen’s minds. Tonight General Organa is focusing her attentions on other wealthy Flaurions in hopes at the very least that they can gain some private funding if nothing else.

Poe is standing to the side nursing a glass of wine and watching the General work the room. He’s standing stiffly in his dress uniform and feeling too hot, too restricted. Suddenly it’s like he can’t breathe and Poe quickly finds the nearest balcony and runs out, gulping in the fresh air like a dying man.

Ever since they arrived on the planet Poe has been feeling anxious and wrong, or maybe it’s more accurate to say that he’s been feeling that way ever since they left the Finalizer. The looks he keeps receiving from various Flaurions, particularly the emprors are not helping. He feels like an animal awaiting slaughter or at least like a slab of meat ready to be devoured. It reminds him too much of the way that Kylo Ren looked at him.

He can’t wait to get off this planet and return home.

Poe turns sharply when he hears someone coming up behind him on the balcony; he is not as surprised as he should be to see Emperor Oolfan followed by Zadan.

The Flaurion monarch nods at him in greeting and turns to say something to Zadan in the bubbly language and is spoken here.

Zadan’s expression is extremely serious as he turns to regard Poe. “Emperor Oolfan has come to make you an offer, a mutual exchange that will benefit both your Resistance as well as Emoerors Oolfan and Vveeda.”

Emperor Oolfan’s eyes are on Poe, studying him as Zadan speaks. Poe looks up to meet the ruler’s large oval shaped eyes, distantly thinking that they are the loveliest shade of blue. He knows what the emperor wants and though the Flaurions’ are not the most expressive people facially, Poe can see that the king sees that he knows.

The interpreter continues on, unaware of the silent exchange going on beside him. “I do not know how much you know of Flaurion biology. . .” Zadan begins sounding slightly uncertain for the first time in the few days that Poe has known the man.

“I know the basics, enough to know the gist of what Emperor Oolfan wishes from me.” Poe interrupts, trying not to be too rude in his words but knowing he’s likely coming off as brusque at the very least. “I would like to know what the Emperor is offering in exchange for this potential gift.” Poe is proud of himself when his voice doesn’t shake.

Blinking in surprise at the brusqueness of Poe’s words, Zadan looks over at the emperor and translates for Poe. Emperor Oolfan listens intently and reaches a hand out toward Poe saying something softly in the Flaurion’s bubbly language.

“If you agree to act as a carrier for a clutch of the king’s spawn he would be willing to grant the alliance your General is requesting and offer other gifts that will aid in the .”

Poe swallows nervously, looking down at Emperor Oolfan’s offered hand. “How many e-eggs are in a clutch?”

“A clutch is six eggs slightly bigger than my fist when then are fully formed.” Zadan holds up a clenched fist to illustrate what he is talking about to Poe. Zadan’s fist is bigger than Poe’s own fist but not entirely impossibly sized at least; Poe’s stomach still drops at the thought of trying to push something that sized out of him. “Gestation of the eggs is three weeks.”

The number is somewhat staggering to Poe; three weeks. . . can he afford to be away from the Resistance for that long? Poe doubts that he’ll be permitted to leave Flauros while he is carrying one of the emperor’s spawn, and he’d likely be alone during that time, the Resistance doesn’t have anyone to spare to come and watch over him.

Alone on an alien planet carrying an alien species’ eggs within him; it’s a terrifying thought and Poe almost thinks that it isn’t worth it. But what this agreement will do for the Resistance may be enough to turn the tides permanently against the First Order. The destruction of Starkiller Base was a blow but it hasn’t stopped the First Order, instead it’s made them angrier and all the more determined.

Poe knows that there really is no other choice, he pledged to himself when he joined the Resistance that he would give them his everything; his life, his loyalty, his body. Even if he’d thought it was only as an X-Wing pilot at the time.

Pushing his fear down, Poe lifts his hand and places it into Emperor Oolfan’s much larger hand, watching as the three long blue fingers wrap around his own hand. General Organa may not be pleased with his choice but it’s Poe’s choice to make. He only hopes that his absence doesn’t cause too much trouble back on base; he thinks of his pilots, of Finn and Rey and feels a sense of longing for them all. It’s only been a few days since he’s seen them but in his mind it has been, and will be, too long since he sees them all again.

Poe buries his longing for his friends deep within him. “W-when do we start?” He knows nothing about Flauros matting and hopes that it will be easy and as non-invasive as possible.

Emperor Oolfan is saying something to Poe and Zadan is translating for him, the words are soft and Poe feels like he’s a spooked animal being calmed. “If you are amenable then Emperor Oolfan would like to retire to his rooms to proceed immediately. Emperor Vveeda will join you after to fertilize the eggs.”

Oh. . . Poe hadn’t known that both emperors would be involved but that made sense. He’d also been expecting to have some time to prepare but it seems that isn’t the case. What was it his father always used to say? No time like the present.

“So Emperor Oolfan will place the eggs within me and Emperor Vveda will fertilize them?” When Zadan confirms this with a nod Poe takes a steadying breath to calm himself. “Alright, as long as I know what to expect. . . I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

Zadan translates Poe’s agreement to the waiting monarch before turning back to Poe. “I will not be joining you for the. . . incubation.” Poe appreciates that Zadan is trying to fins an appropriate word for what’s about to happen but he’s not too sure that incubation was the right one. “It is advisable to be on all fours face down to receive the eggs, they are not large when they are first inserted but humans have said that it is a more comfortable position.”

Poe nods, not wanting to think about what’s to come but knowing he’s chosen this (it doesn’t make the thought of three weeks with eggs growing inside him any less terrifying). He’ll do whatever he has to do to make this experience as relatively unpainful as possible.

Emperor Oolfan leads Poe off the balcony once he has been assured that Poe is still willing to do this. They keep close to the wall and slip out of the party. Poe can’t help but glance around the room in search of General Organa; he is technically abandoning her for an indeterminable amount of time. He sees her talking to two darker skinned Flaurions off to one side of the room; it’s a relief when he notices her back is turned to him.

Poe is lead by the Flaurion monarch through the intricate halls of the palace until they arrive at the doors to a large bedroom. In his exploration of the palace Poe has noticed that the Flaurions don’t sleep in beds but water tanks so he’s fairly certain that this isn’t the emperor’s bedroom so it’s either a guest room or a room made specifically for what’s to come. Part of Poe wishes he’d asked Zadan more questions about what to expect, but there will be time for that after the night is over.

As Poe enters the room behind Emperor Oolfan he becomes aware of a sweet scent in the room and scanning it reveals incense burning on a table in one corner a few feet away from the large bed that takes up the center of the room. Other than the bed, the table the incense is on and another small table with towels, oil and a glass and pitcher of water laid out on it, the room is bare. There is a large set of windows to the right of the room but the drapes are closed enough that only the faintest bit of light comes through them.

Emperor Oolfan gently guides Poe toward the bed, gesturing for him to sit before going to the table to poor him a glass of water. Gratefully Poe takes it and takes a few nervous sips. He’s relieved that the emperor isn’t just expecting him to drop his clothes and getting on all fours right away; that’s something that he’s not quite comfortable with.

While Poe drinks his water the emperor goes back over to the table and picks up the oil setting it down on the ground as he kneels at Poe’s feet and unlaces his boots and pulls both them and Poe’s socks off him, putting them to one side of the bed.

Curiously Poe watches as the oil is picked up and some is poured on to Emperor Oolfan’s hands before he takes one of Poe’s feet almost reverently and begins to rub it with great care. It takes some effort for Poe not to moan at the pleasant sensation the foot rub evokes within him because his feet are incredibly sore from standing so much the last few days (he’s a pilot he doesn’t usually spend that much time on his feet).

Long fingers caress and rub his feet, then up to his ankles and calves, they don’t go any further than that and soon both Poe’s feet have been given the same treatment. When the emperor is done, he stands and makes a gesture for Poe to remove his uniform jacket and the shirt underneath, gesturing to the oil in his hand to covey that he wishes to apply the same treatment to his back.

Poe is already feeling really good; he knows it’s not just from the foot massage, he realized quickly that something in the incense is helping to loosen his muscles and melt away his anxiety. It doesn’t make him feel foggy though so he’s not alarmed. He does feel a moment of panic, and blames it all on Kylo Ren, before he shrugs off the jacket and unbuttons his dress shirt with only slightly shaking hands.

Both items are taken from him and folded up neatly by the emperor while Poe climbs further on to the bed to lie on his stomach.

There’s something so vulnerable about this position but Poe realizes that he’s alright. He isn’t afraid of the emperor or what’s going to transpire between them tonight, most of his reservations are what will come after, as the eggs develop within him. Determinedly he pushes that thought aside, if he keeps dwelling on it tonight isn’t going to be pleasant and honestly so far it’s turning out to be not too bad. This won’t be the first non-human species Poe has had a sexual encounter with, not that there’s been many, and that’s never bothered him before.

Soon enough the bed dips as Emperor Oolfan climbs on to it and begins to rub Poe’s shoulders and back; his hands are so warm and feel so incredibly good that Poe soon finds himself almost dozing off under the tender touch. It isn’t until some time later when the emperor carefully touches his face and asks him a question in Flaurion that Poe rouses.

Poe can appreciate everything that has been done to help him relax and how even now that he is relaxed Emperor Oolfan is still ensuring that he has the choice to continue forward. This time Poe doesn’t hesitate to nod his consent, he’s still nervous but he’s sure about his decision.

If the Flaurions could smile Poe is sure that Emperor Oolfan would be beaming at him, as he touches his mouth to Poe’s forehead in a kiss, or as close to a kiss as possible without lips. The emperor moves back, slipping off the bed so that he can remove Poe’s pants and undergarments, his touch caressing the skin of Poe’s back, hips ass and then legs as he pulls them off and then likely folds and puts them with the rest of Poe’s clothes. Now Poe is lying naked on his stomach before the Flaurion monarch and he doesn’t feel exposed or violated like he did under Kylo Ren’s gaze.

Behind him Poe can hear the sound of the emperor disrobing and knowing what’s to come next Poe grabs a few of the many pillows on the bed and shoves them under his hips, shifting around so that his hips and ass are higher than his head. He remembers that Zadan said having his hips up would be easier and he isn’t sure that he could support himself on his arms with how relax he is, so the pillows will have to do.

There’s a moment where Poe considers turning around to see what sort of sex organs the Flaurions have, but decides against it simply because he’d rather not see what a receptacle for eggs looks like. The less he sees the better for his sanity for the next three weeks.

When oiled fingers press lightly against his entrance Poe jumps in surprise but quickly gets himself to relax. He appreciates that King Oolfan is knowledgeable enough to stretch him before inserting anything into him. It actually feels really nice when the emperor’s long fingers slide into him, they’re slim and reach deep into him, easily brushing his prostate. Poe was already semi-aroused from the massage and the stretching soon has Poe fully erect.

He flushes red when a particularly firm brush causes the pleasure centers in his brain to fire off and a load moan to slip past his lips.

Emperor Oolfan makes a noise that sounds pleased to Poe, so he takes it as such.

Soon though, maybe too soon? The emperor’s fingers pull out of him and Poe feels something much thicker, cooler and slightly slimy pressing against his entrance. Poe’s body tenses against the intrusion and there’s a moment of resistance before the organ slides into him. It goes in easy, without any burn at all; in fact Poe feels even ore aroused and he guesses that the Flaurions sex organs most emit some sort of natural aphrodisiac.

Poe doesn’t even try to hold back his gasps and moans of pleasure as Emperor Oolfan begins to thrust in and out of him in earnest. Apparently it isn’t just about depositing eggs, the act is also as pleasurable for the Flaurions if the sounds that the emperor is making are any indication.

Feeling like a hormonal teenager again, Poe lifts his hips enough to reach a hand underneath him and stroke himself. His cock is already leaking and his stomach is coated in sweat and he uses that as lubrication as he strokes himself off. It takes an embarrassingly short time before he’s shouting and coming into his hand, seed spurting on to the pillows bellow him.

The natural slick that the Flaurions seems to produce keeps Poe’s body from getting too sensitive after he’s come, and Poe is content to lie still beneath the emperor and doze. There’s a disconcerting feeling, as though the emperor’s organ is pushing deeper and deeper into his guts, Poe can almost feel his stomach moving. The sensation is so distant though that Poe doesn’t stir at all until the emperor suddenly stops and Poe feels his hips stutter and something being pushed into him. The eggs, and Poe can distinctly feel them travelling up his gut to settle heavy in his stomach. It’s not a pleasant sensation, but not what he would call painful.

His breath catches but he doesn’t tense up, isn’t sure that he’s able to as every egg passes into his body moving up through him; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight. Zadan had said an average clutch was six eggs; it was just Poe’s luck that he would be stuffed fuller.

When Emperor Oolfan is done the sex organ within Poe shrinks and Poe feels the emperor pull out and get off him. At this point the eggs in Poe make him feel as though he’s over eaten and his stomach is distended because of it. It’s uncomfortable but not entirely unpleasant.

He’s just wondering how long it will take before Emperor Vveeda joins him when he’s suddenly filled with something much large than Emperor Oolfan’s organ and it does hurt now in a way it didn’t before. He’s being stretched too wide and Poe can’t quite hide his discomfort or the sound of pain that the new intrusion has caused. The pain is gone as soon as it started as something pulses within him filling him up to the brim, squirting up the same track the eggs took.

Behind him Emperor Vveeda makes soothing sounds, rubbing Poe’s shoulders and back to relax him.

Somehow Poe finds himself hard and aching again. This time another hand wraps around him and jerks him off although the second orgasm is pleasant than the first and with it comes blessed dark and numbness as Poe passes out.

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Poe we love you but you're way too self sacrificing.

Here we are part one. I'm hoping to get part two up in the next few days, fingers crossed that I can follow through with that. Hope you enjoyed!

Brilliant.

This is one hundred percent amazing and I normally avoid mpreg. <3 My goddddd.

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