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Kelnacca/Sol: sex pollen.
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The mission should be simple enough, not even any type of dangerous investigation. Just a normal planetary biological exploration to collect fauna and flora samples.
How could Sol have known that he'd be stuck in an awkward deadly predicament with Kelnacca?
Damned pollen.
Why in the Force’s name do sex pollen exist is beyond him. Just annoying if you ask him.
Either mate and scratch the itch or have an agonizingly feverish and deliriously slow death.
And no, he isn't having sex with Kelnacca because of his massive cock— no —it’s absolutely because they've both been exposed to an alarming amount of sex pollen. It's absolutely not because how miserable looking Kelnacca is and not because Sol fantasized about being held down while fucked by— no —its because they're the only two Jedi stuck in the forest with raging erections from pollen.
And no he's not having sex with Kelnacca because he's awfully curious to know what mating with other species feels like. Not at all because Sol is a curious, curious being.
When he does divest the wookiee of his pants and into his fur, the sight of his cock really does take the breath out of him. Maybe he should be scared of the prospect of taking it inside of him, but Sol always felt like a deviant in this aspect. Not outwardly, but the urges remain.
Though he tried, the head could hardly even fit in his mouth, he's left with licking and using his hands to spread the slick around. His one hand could not fit around the girth, the heft makes him swallow, his stomach heating up with undeniable want. His own cock is hard in his robes and Sol shifts his thighs around chasing any form of friction on his neglected length.
His state of dress annoys the wookiee as he starts indicating to Sol to divest his own clothing, which he obeys easily. When Kelnacca deemed his length adequately lubricated, he pulled Sol up to a patch of soft moss, intent on reciprocating the prep. Sol’s body is paler than the rest of him, anything the sun kissed bore a healthy tan complexion whilst the rest are as pale as undercooked dough, golden but not quite deep enough. The largely hairless skin fascinated Kelnacca, not quite like the pink he typically sees on some humans, nor as deep shade as others. He can't wait to taste Sol.
Kelnacca wrenches his legs open with an ease that shoots a thrill down Sol’s cock. The wookiee hooks his legs over his shoulders, the fur tickling Sol’s sensitive inner thighs, and licks. Sol jerks in his hold, alarmed as the wet, warm tongue probes into his hole but quickly relaxes again. It's an odd feeling but not entirely unpleasant, in fact after getting over the shame part it's quite enjoyable.
The wookiee gets impatient and pulls off, manhandling Sol onto his lap and over his cock. Sol held onto his shoulders to stabilize himself, protesting when he felt the tip of Kelnacca’s length poking into his hole.
“Wait—!” He cries out in alarm before the breath is knocked out of his lungs entirely as the head of the monster-sized cock breaches him. He slips as he tries to dislodge the other and ends up spearing himself further instead. Sol screams, grabbing into Kelnacca's neck, holding on for dear life.
He feels so full and he's pretty sure he's not even halfway on the damn thing.
“It's so… Big…” He says belatedly and feels like a fool, but Kelnacca is rubbing a soothing rhythm on back and his hands are holding him steady to prevent any more mishaps. The wookiee rumbles empathetically, his arms holding Sol as he adjusts. The pseudo hug is enough for Sol to start wiggling his hips to take more in. He still wants to feel the whole thing inside of him.
When he finally does manage to take all of it in he sighs in relief, letting out the breath he did not realize he was holding in from concentration. Kelnacca's hand swipes down and over his stomach, tracing the slight bulge. The wookiee presses down, making Sol painfully aware of how full he is inside and out.
“Use me, please.” He begs and Kelnacca obliges, fucking into him with such vigor his hips hurts. His claws scrape Sol’s sides, tickling his ribs with a terrifying thrill as his hand squeezes his waist till he feels like a ripe fruit ready to burst in the sun. “Harder, please.” He begs again sweetly, when he closes his eyes everything bursts in a supernova of colors and sensories.
“Knot…” He begs almost deliriously, Sol vaguely thinks he should be embarrassed asking for something like that, yet the thought is dispelled as the wookiee reciprocates with harder and deeper thrusts as if trying to oblige his request.
“Ah— ah — please, please!” Sol pleads and Kelnacca obliges, giving more and more until their pleasure crests to the highest peak and he snaps. Sol seizes in his hold as his orgasm hits him and Kelnacca keeps fucking him to his own completion and Sol can't stop cumming—
The base of Kelnacca's length is growing. Knot. His brain supplies through the haze. When he does knot Sol, the human could hardly cum anymore, his abused cock could only squirt thin clear liquid. The wookiee is caressing his stomach again, fascinated with the slight bump formed from the cock and semen crammed into Sol and trapped with a knot.
Kelnacca leans into the sturdy mossy rock, Sol slumps in his hold, using the wookiee’s lap as his rest. They're both catching their breath as the pollen's effects clear somewhat. Sol could think again. Force. We just slacked and played hooky by fucking in the forest.
He's relieved that the others that came with them on this expedition don't possess very keen senses. At least no one could smell the other in him—all over him really. Because Sol would like to keep the souvenir.
For now he's content basking in the afterglow. When they're finally cured, they disentangle and right themselves again. Kelnacca helps him find his discarded clothing, it feels awfully domestic. The trek back is spent in silence, and when they report back they go their separate ways.
Nothing changes.
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