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!
A House Built Out in Space [1b/2]
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!