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Ambushed on a Beach, Far, Far Away	By : zexeneno Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 3148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Ambushed on a Beach, Far, Far Away
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The oppressive heat of the Rakata homeworld struck Canderous like a blow the moment he stepped out of the Ebon Hawk. He almost considered retreating, but he knew that, sooner or later, he was going to wring that annoying Twi'lek brat's neck if she kept pestering him. It was only a matter of time, unless he could find some peace and quiet.
He took a moment to strip down to his shorts, rolling his clothes, boots and heavy blaster cannon into an unwieldy bundle. He hadn't been outside the ship for a minute, and already he was sweating like a Gammorean. Canderous knew he would be ill-prepared if he were attacked, but they'd long since wiped out the rancors and pacified the more violent Rakatan tribes in the area.
Doubt there's anything more dangerous than a gizka left. Too bad, I could use a good fight right about now.
Canderous headed west from the ship, snarling as hot prickly sand got stuck between his toes. Damn this planet! His own homeworld was mostly desert, but at least it was dry and not as humid as a swamp. A strong breeze, laden with the salty scent of the ocean, wafted over him, but it did little to cool the air. He hurried on towards a tiny secluded beach, hidden from view by the cliffs; he had discovered it in the course of foraging for fresh food. A half-moon of pristine white sand, it was only accessible through a narrow fissure in the stone.
Unfortunately, it was already occupied. Thwarted, Canderous's lips twisted in a snarl when he spotted Carth lounging on a large but threadbare towel. He should've known; the pilot must've stumbled into the spot when he was looking for parts.
Carth had gone a step ahead of him in combating the oppressive heat; he was stark naked. His blaster pistols sat on top of his neatly folded clothes, within easy reach. It was clear he planned to settle in for the long haul, because there was a basket of food and water next to his boots on his other side. He looked up at the sound of Canderous's hissing footsteps, one hand snatching up a blaster, then relaxed when he realized who the intruder was.
The Republic soldier didn't look pleased to see him. "What the hell are you doing here, Ordo?" he snapped as he lay back down, closing his eyes as if he could block out Canderous's presence by sheer force of will.
Canderous considered finding another spot, but the hot humid air, scorching sun and his burning feet made up his mind. Without bothering to ask permission, he plopped down near Carth, arranging himself so that he sat on his vest in order not to deal with sand in his more sensitive spots. Taking even more care, he propped his blaster cannon next to him, making sure no sand could get into the coolant vents.
"If I have to listen to one more minute of that blue brat's whining, I swear I'll break her neck," Canderous growled. He pitched his voice in a falsetto imitation of Mission's petulant tones, "'When are we going to the Star Forge? When is Revan coming back? Can we go now? How about now?'"
Carth snickered, knowing the Mandalorian's threat for an empty one. And in truth, Canderous did like the little blue Twi'lek, admired her courage and determination -- just not when she was acting so insufferable. Clearly the soldier sympathized, because he said nothing more about telling Canderous to leave.
"You're gonna burn to a crisp," Canderous observed idly when Carth made no move to head for the shade. The pale-skinned pilot had suffered from severe sunburns when he ventured out to scavenge for parts after crashlanding on the planet.
"I put on plenty of sunscreen," Carth murmured as he stretched out on his towel.
Canderous looked over, admiring the soldier's naked, hairy body. Months of harsh and rigorous training with the Ebon Hawk crew had put a good amount of lean muscle on Carth's already athletic frame. The hair was denser on the flat planes of his chest and ridged flat stomach, thickening into an unruly thatch between his legs. His skin glowed with sunscreen and a layer of sweat.
The Mandalorian's gaze swept inexorably lower, his eyes drawn to the pilot's large, quiescent cock, resting on a thick bed of coarse brown hair; even when flaccid, his size was impressive. Carth was one of the most well-endowed men Canderous had laid eyes on.
Pity he's so loyal to the Republic. Carth would be a formidable Mandalorian.
Canderous'd had seen an occasional glimpse of Carth enthusiastically making love to his woman; the small ship made such inadvertent encounters unavoidable. Out in the field, it was easy enough to hear them in whatever spot they'd decided to hide in; neither Carth nor Revan were quiet lovers. The former Dark Lord had always returned to camp from those assignations with a glazed, languid look in her eyes, her gait stiff and her legs spread a little apart.
It was a bit of a mystery to Canderous as to why he was so interested in the lovers; he'd never thought of himself as the voyeur type. Maybe it was because he had no lover of his own, not since Taris. He'd masturbate at night, not imagining himself sleeping with Revan, but rather he found himself wishing he was with Carth.
And it wasn't because Revan was ugly. Far from it. She was just his type; the woman was tall, beautiful, and had an incredibly lush figure. She was an excellent fighter, and moved the grace of predator. That she was the warrior who had defeated his people only made her even more alluring. But Revan had eyes only for Carth Onasi.
The soldier, on the other hand, only barely tolerated Canderous at first. After all these months, they had both learned to respect the other's courage and skills, but they spoke to each other as little as possible. They had too little in common; they came from wildly different cultures, had opposing idealogies, and divergent outlooks on life.
Still, he couldn't deny that Carth was a handsome, attractive man.
Canderous had seen Carth nude many times, but that was in the chaos of primitive baths in the sometimes dangerous field. This was the first time he'd seen the soldier up close, with no distractions. It was too bad the pilot preferred only women; never had he evinced any interest at all in men. Still, that didn't stop Canderous from appreciating Carth's virile form; it was a good thing Carth seemed to be oblivious to the Mandalorian's scrutiny.
The eye was automatically drawn towards the line of Carth's chest hair as it narrowed and thickened at his groin. Long and very thick, the soldier's huge cock was striated with blue veins like marble, topped by a large plum-shaped crown. His testicles were like two large eggs, bulging in a taut, lightly furred scrotum. The sight made Canderous's own shaft stir.
Not for the first time, Canderous wondered what Carth tasted like. He'd seen Revan swallow the soldier's copious amounts of come with every hint of enjoyment -- when she wasn't happily writhing in Carth's arms as he took her in every possible sexual position.
The Mandalorian's steel-gray eyes widened as a plan began to form in his mind. Tomorrow, they were going to rush headlong into what could be the most glorious fight of his life. They were going to destroy the Star Forge, or die trying. And even if by some slim chance they won and he survived, what future did a Mandalorian have with the Republic, former enemy of his people?
He might never get another chance.
Canderous interrupted the companionable silence as he mused, "Miss your woman, don't you." It was not a question.
Looking annoyed, Carth kept his eyes closed and muttered, "I'm just worried, is all. She's been in that damned temple for hours."
"I wouldn't worry," Canderous said, leaning back against his bundled boots. "Revan is an extraordinary woman."
Carth's face twitched at the mention of his woman's true name, but said nothing other than, "That she is, Ordo. That she is." He hadn't taken the revelation of Revan's real identity well.
"Nice big breasts on her," Canderous continued, keeping his eyes on Carth's groin. "I like a woman who's a handful. In more ways than one."
It might've been Canderous's imagination, but it seemed that Carth's cock stirred. He smirked at the pilot's predictable reaction. It was a sign of his worry that Carth didn't tell him to lay off the subject; he didn't seem the type who'd boast about his conquests.
"Uh-huh," Carth agreed, spreading his legs a little wider. "A very nice handful." His voice grew quieter; Canderous could barely hear him over the sound of the ocean waves. "Big, firm, with hard, plump nipples." He licked his lips, looking like a starving man yearning for a banquet. "Force, they taste great. Just like cloudberries."
"Bet she's tight," Canderous murmured, doing his best to sound neutral.
The Republic soldier was growing visibly aroused; his cock was swelling and hardening. Almost unconsciously, Carth splayed his legs wide and began to slowly stroke himself; his big hand easily encompassed himself as he pulled from the wide base to just below the crown. Either he forgot that Canderous was present, or he didn't care if he was seen masturbating.
"Oh, she's real tight," Carth said in a low, hoarse voice, almost as if he were talking to himself. "She gets so damn wet and tight, she practically drips. And hot -- she gets so damn hot it's like I'm sticking it into a hot sun. She's brave, too... sometimes she lets me go in her ass. Not too many women would let a man my size do that."
The Mandalorian found himself growing hard as he listened to Carth's rasped descriptions; it was easy for him to picture Revan on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air as she offered herself to her lover, screaming with both pleasure and pain as Carth stuffed his huge cock into that other channel.
"Force, I miss her." Carth's voice was a mere whisper. "I hope she's all right. I wish she were here. Dammit, I miss her."
Carth was stroking himself faster and faster now, and it didn't take at all long for him to grow fully erect. Canderous tried to swallow in a suddenly dry throat as he stared, mesmerized. The soldier's cock was a massive, veined column of hard flesh, jutting up like a tree from a mound of matted pubic hair. The crown was an engorged, reddish purple knob, glistening with tiny pearls of seed that oozed out as the Mandalorian watched.
The pilot was groaning as he stroked himself with both hands, squirming on the towel; it was obvious that he had forgotten that Canderous was there. Even though all ten of his big fingers covered his shaft, the glowing, bulbous head was still visible.
Canderous gauged the correct moment with all the experience he had earned on a thousand battlefields. He knew the importance of timing in a close fight.
And the time to strike was... now!
The Mandalorian pulled his shorts open, his own considerable length springing out through the opening and into his hand. Canderous threw himself between Carth's spread legs, heedless of the hot sand abrading his bare side and leg, and grabbed the soldier's heavy cock with his free hand. It was like holding a hot, velvet-wrapped durasteel bar. He stuffed the massive crown into his hungry mouth and began pumping himself.
Carth jerked, his eyes popping open. He tried to pull away. "What the hell --"
he began, before his voice trailed off into a low groan as Canderous sucked hard on his shaft.
Canderous devoured as much of the soldier as he could, which was not much, even when he fiercely suppressed his gag reflex as the head hit the back of his throat. Carth's salty seed lingered on his tongue as the Mandalorian struggled to swallow more. But much as he wanted to, it seemed impossible to stuff any more into his voracious maw; Carth was just too damned big and thick. He didn't know how Revan could get her mouth down halfway without choking.
He had expected Carth to push him off immediately, but the pilot was no longer struggling against him; Carth had collapsed onto the towel, eyes shut tight, his back arching as he thrust his hips up and down. His neck and throat corded with tension, and his muscles stood out in stark relief. His hands had fallen away, clenching into white-knuckled fists on the thin fabric, leaving Canderous in sole possession.
Not about to stop now, Canderous sucked on the soldier's cock, hard enough for his cheeks to hollow from the effort. While he vigorously pumped his own stiff length, the Mandalorian wrapped his fingers around Carth's durasteel-hard flesh and began to stroke the vast amount he couldn't put into his mouth. The younger man's grunts and groans filled the air, bringing a smirk to Canderous's lips as his tongue rimmed all around the underside of the crown.
Carth's big testicles bounced up and down as he thrust deep into Canderous's throat, swinging up and hitting his buttocks with loud smacks, distracting the Mandalorian. He let go of the soldier's shaft and grabbed Carth's balls, marveling at their heavy weight and size as he rolled and squeezed them.
Mandalore's Mask, the soldier tasted good, Canderous thought as his head bobbed up and down, sweat and salty seed mingling on his tongue, and breathed Carth's musky male scent deep into his lungs as he tried to inhale the humid air. His free hand alternated between squeezing and pulling on the pilot's shaft and rolling his heavy testicles.
The Mandalorian groaned, muffling his cries into Carth's hard flesh as he pumped his own cock faster and harder, feeling a familiar tension coiling deep in his groin. Canderous knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and neither was Carth, who was savagely thrusting deep into Canderous's throat. Canderous tightened his hold on the pilot's cock and began to pull more firmly, twisting his wrist slightly with each stroke.
Carth broke first as he came with a wordless, full-throated roar, the base of his cock thickening even further in Canderous's hand. Thick streams of Carth's hot, creamy seed hit the back of the Mandalorian's throat, while his own cock spilled his come onto the scorching sand. Canderous's eyes widened with a little awe as Carth continued to come long after the Mandalorian was spent, forcing him to swallow each heavy, continuous load of salty seed.
Eventually, the stream dwindled to a trickle; Carth's cock began to soften in Canderous's hand. The Mandalorian swallowed the last of the soldier's salty come, gave the thick knob a final lick, and let him go.
Canderous licked his lips and turned away from the soldier. He tucked himself back into his shorts, and stared impassively at the restless blue sea. Behind him, he could hear Carth's frantic breaths slowing.
Come what may, whether Carth walked away in disgust or whether he died tomorrow on the Star Forge, Canderous would forever have the memory of this day, and he would never forget.
Behind him, Carth spoke. "I'm not interested in men. Never have been, never will be." His voice was harsh and cold.
Canderous said nothing as he looked out at the ocean and savored the aftertaste of Carth's seed. He had done what he'd done knowing that his actions would never be reciprocated.
So be it. He, Canderous Ordo, would not stoop to rape.
After a long period of silence, Carth spoke again. "Don't get me wrong -- it felt great -- but it won't happen again.
The sounds of rummaging and rustling told Canderous that the soldier was putting his clothes back on and gathering his things. Carth left, leaving the Mandalorian alone on the beach.
Canderous smiled. The victory was his.
Author's note: I'm firmly of the opinion of what another fan of the game stated so well when it comes to Canderous's sexuality: "Man, woman, as long as they can keep up." There's plenty of canon information about what Carth's preferences are, so I won't go into details.
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