OHHHHH MY DEARESTSSSSSS

Echo and Omega rescue a cat who turns out to be preggers, and they have to convince Hunter to keep her.

In the months following their escape from Kamino, Hunter had learned to expect the unexpected; something he would have thought himself well versed in already, as a soldier trained to adapt and survive in scenarios where a split second's decision could be the difference between life and death, and not just for yourself.

"Please?" Omega asks, as Hunter stares in disbelief down at her pleading, earnest brown eyes.

He's not sure what shocks him more; the fact he can hear several tiny, fluttering heartbeats that beat rapidly beneath the pace of the likewise accelerated, stronger vibrations of the two people before him... Or that his initial gut-reaction is to say "Yes, of course."

He wasn't terribly surprised by Omega being the source of shock for him today, but to have Echo standing beside her, a hand on the kid's shoulder, hovering protectively over both the child and the large, furry cat that has settled herself comfortably in the cradle of Omega's curled arms, has him reeling.

Two pairs of pleading eyes stare at him imploringly.

Hunter puts a hand to his head, still momentarily speechless. It's too early in the morning for this. How did they even find..? Not important. Not for now, anyways. He runs a hand down his face.

He blinks one eye open to stare at Echo when the man's heartrate suddenly speeds up.

"At least until she has the... Y'know," Echo falters, gesturing with his scomp-arm in a soft whirr of moving parts, belaying his hopefulness.

Hunter follows his gaze to the large, happily swollen belly of the long-haired loaf of silky fur. She blinks serene, crystaline blue eyes at him, then purrs once, a brief, short sound.

The vibration makes Hunter blink, remembering a hazy memory from last night, when he thought he heard rumbling in his sleep, but everything was too peaceful to...

Ah. So that's when they found the cat.

All three of them look -- four, counting the cat -- to the doorway of the Havoc Marauder's entry ramp as Tech enters the ship, staring down at his datapad.

"There is bad weather forcast for the next fortnight," he says without preamble. "This planet's monsoon season is setting in and the feline's nest of origin was not located in a safe area. I predict that she was someone's former pet, either abandoned or cast away, perhaps due to her gravid condition," he says in his absent-minded, factual way.

"You, too?" Hunter asks dryly, wondering just how they managed to sneak outside at night without waking him. "Where was she?"

"In a drain pipe located east of the well we have been using to supply our clean drinking water an--"

"Awww c'mon, just say yes!" Wrecker interrupts, rolling over in his bunk abruptly. "She's cute and fuzzy and she makes the kid happy."

Hunter's eyes slant to the side and upwards as he turns at the hip, narrowing his eyes at the soft stutter of someone else's heartrate.

"She's tidy," Crosshair comments, somehow knowing Hunter's attention is on him.

"And how would you know that?" Hunter wonders.

"Because there's already a litter box by the gunner access, these idiots were going to make her walk outside."

Hunter looks at his wrist to check his vambra--

The sight of his alarm-clock setting turned to inactive status has him do a double-take at the time. Shocked, he looks towards the suddenly rapid heartbeat who is responsible for the act.

Her grin is as unapologetic as her cleverness.

--

Omega's laughs echo down the hull of the ship as Hunter sits on the ramp, knees bent, elbows draped across them and hands hanging down.

"You're trying to look grumpy, and it's not working," Echo comments as his soft footsteps stroll down the metal. His limbs make a quiet whirr and clinking sound as the soldier sits.

"Hard to be mad when she's smiling like that," Hunter says honestly, allowing a small twitch to his lips. He sighs. "I hope you're not going to ask me to keep all of them. You know we--"

"Of course not," Echo assures him. But that smile on his face does nothing to ease Hunter's mind as he promptly continues, "Just the momma. Omega named her--"

"Jasmine," Hunter says with a sigh.

"Hunter! Hunter, look!" Omega suddenly cries, her voice shrill with excitement.

He's never told her, because it makes him so dang happy to hear the kid so excited, but her voice really hurts at some decibles.

"What is it?" he wonders. He's about to stand up to oblige, when he hears the pitter-patter of rapid footfalls down the ship, Omega's heart fluttering like a butterfly as she slows down, then carefully approaches him.

Twisted at the waist, Hunter's eyes widen a bit when he spots the small ball of fluff the kid is holding. Tiny blue eyes are just barely peeking out from between sticky eyelids.

"Aww, his eyes are opening," Echo coos adoringly. It's strange and pleasant to hear the soldier's voice so warm and softened, and Hunter can't stop a smile at his brother's own smile sitting so easily on pale, hollow features.

Hunter's brothers might think he caved for Omega's sake, but if he's being honest... It was the look on Echo's face that had him accepting the fate of yet another mouth to feed; and for at least a little while, several more. Echo hid his anxieties well, but there was no hiding them from Hunter's sharp senses.

If the cat made his brother sleep soundly at night, purring on his chest or curling up around his head, Hunter was glad for it. The anxiety meds the GAR had once provided were no longer an option to them.

"Cute," Hunter comments on the little kitten, then sucks in a startled breath when the tiny baby is suddenly thrust into his hands, Omega blissfully ignorant to Hunter's immediate distress.

"I, uh--"

"Awww, c'mon, you haven't held any of them," Echo encourages, throwing a smirk his way. "Afraid to lose your heart?" he taunts.

No, definitely not, but the little creature looks far more appropriate in Omega's gentle, delicate, tiny hands--

He stares down, wide-eyed, at the little black ball of fuzz. Hair sticks up every-which-way, unevenly tufted as the long hair grows in, its little tail curling around Hunter's wrist. Squinty eyes stare blearily around at wherever it's head ends up pointing, the muscles not yet developed enough to give the kitten any grace in movement.

It looks so small and fragile in his large, calloused hands.

"You look like you just got handed a live grenade," Echo comments with amusement. "Hey! Tech, grab the holopad--"

"No!" Hunter snaps, shooting him a glare, alarmed to feel his ears get warm. He doesn't need them snapping pictures of--

"Already done," Tech's dry voice informs them absently, as he steps into view tapping a few buttons on his vambrace. Their goggled brother picks a holopad off an ammunition's chest. Hunter had noticed it there before, but hadn't thought anything of it.

As he stares at Tech's small smile while his brother examines the screen, he rolls his eyes.

Unbelievable.

Omega looks cheeky. Hunter takes a moment to appreciate her wit and cleverness, because he has no doubt this strategy was probably the kid's idea, or at least the idea's origin point.

"I think you should, uh, take it back to its mom," he suggests, looking back down at the creature a split second before the tiny rush of air in its throat explodes out of its mouth as a tiny, high-pitched mewl.

The kitten's wide eyes stare up at him, fierce and angry and needy and so blue.

"Awwww he sees you!" Omega coos, already carefully scooping her slender fingers under the kitten's body and hind legs, supporting its weight carefully as she lifts the wee one up and away, hugging him protectively to her chest. "Don't worry, he's just crying because he wants more snuggles, he gets cold easily. He's like Crosshair was as a baby, always needy," she says in a conspiratorial stage-whisper.

Hunter smiles bittersweet at the memories her comment provokes, but chooses to settle on the good that Omega has highlighted.

"It's a shame we can't name him," she says sadly.

Hunter blinks at her, looking down at the kitten.

"Why not?" he wonders. Omega looks up at him, startled, as Hunter thinks of what name might suit those bright, fiery eyes and squeaky little meow. "Call him Gizmo."

He completely misses Echo's startled glance.

Omega's smile slowly stretches all the way across her face as she beams brightly up at him, and Hunter wonders faintly what memo he just missed.

She runs off to return the month-old kitten just as he opens his mouth to speak, so he directs his question to Echo.

"What? Is it a weird name?" he asks, baffled. If the Kaminoan's could assign them numbers as names at birth, then he didn't see why the kittens had to wait to earn a better one.

Echo looks at him like he should know exactly what he'd just done, one eyebrow raised.

"What?" Hunter repeats, his own heartbeat starting to pick up.

Echo just shakes his head at him, while Tech has been just staring at the whole interaction with raised brows.

--

Three months later, and they have rehomed six out of the seven kittens from Jasmine's litter to familys Omega and her brothers scoped out in town.

As the Havoc Marauder takes flight for its next destination, Hunter sighs, shaking his head at Echo, who sits in the pilot's seat with a purring feline comfortably napping.

He turns his head at the soft pad of feet, and can't stop the smile when Gizmo hops up onto his lap, and lays down.

Eyes are on him, but he doesn't care. Once that little purring rumble starts, Hunter's heart melts, and he quietly pets the silky fur as the brilliant streaks of hyperspace jump into being around them.

Big announcement Tumblr gang I will start posting art here

Due to past trauma I avoided posting art anywhere, but now being open on bluesky made me regain strength back so

Here goes nothing

Smut Thesaurus [18+/NSFW]

By request of the discord! Here’s the smut thesaurus I’ve been building to help me write. It’s even longer now because I included some extra words from The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic by  QuinnAnderson on AO3. 

How many words are there for “penis” and “thrust” (that aren’t completely cringey)? Here are all the ones I’ve gathered so far 😂

It’s going under the read-more cut because it’s over 1,000 words in bullet-point form so it is loooong. 

EDIT: Here are some additional pointers!

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This was the best ending they could give to us…I started crying so badly

This show means a lot to me. In a way I don’t even understand why. But those characters? Hunter and Omega. They changed me so much. They are so important to me

So, seeing them get a proper happy ending, together, in a dear like in Pabu, just felt…like a dream.

I’m not used to happy endings to stories. This was one I was sure would end with tragedy.

But it didn’t. I wish Tech was still here, with them. Cuz now they are a family actually being able to be one. Without the war…

They got rest and love…

Hunter and Omega, my most beloveds. I love you forever.

This just gave me happiness after a terrible test my god

She would return to Pabu from time to time, and Hunter was always there, scowling, playing up his "protective father" character, like he was counting minutes until she's gone. It was almost cute when she knew he would come to her at night, and that he would beg her to stay just a little longer.

Part 1 for Clone kinktober, filled in no particular order

Todays prompts: 16B Sensory deprivation 19A Underwear/Body glove and 23A Knifeplay

prompts by @olives-and-lilies

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im also offering both SFW and NSFW commisions

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Quite a detailed fellow. Anon commission from twitter

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I’ve been waiting for this…

Hunter as Sebastian Michaelis 😈

He's one hell of a butler ~

OK SO. RAREPAIR. MY GOAT. Ventress x Hunter!! I love this ship so much he spread his legs to her

If possible, can you make it t4t? Trans woman Asajj and Trans man Hunter? 👉👈

Can be smut! They are so hot together hehe

Soooo... let the rare pairings begin ✨

Hope it was what u wanted!

"NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING"

– ASAJJ VENTRESS/HUNTER 🔥

WARNINGS: TRANS ASAJJ, TRANS HUNTER, EXPLICIT SEX (DIRTY TALK, BIG DICK)

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"This is not what I was expecting when you agreed to come with me" Ventress retorts, voice full of sarcasm, while Hunter tries to catch his breath in front of her.

The leader of Clone Force 99 had been worried sick about the ex-sith's revelation about Omega. She had offered to train her; just enough to grasp a sliver of control of the Force. Just enough to hide herself, to remain unnoticed. Not that the Empire would stop looking after her –not when they already knew the truth–; but at least, her life sign wouldn't be screaming "force sensitive" for those physically around the girl. Hunter had inmediately shot down the idea unless he was allowed to tag along; and Asajj had reluctantly accepted.

Why did she want to help the girl? Well, Ventress knew everything about people wanting to take advantange of a helpless child; about being an expensable pawn in another's game, about families ripped apart. Plus, the Empire would find her someday too, no matter how hard she had been working to blend with the shadows. And for the Empire to be destroyed, there had to be enough force-sensitives –ex-siths, ex-jedis, new force users, it didn't really matter– alive. Asajj doubted the Empire could be defeated without them.

That didn't mean Ventress was chirpy about it. Hapiness just didn't seem to be in her vocabulary; in her range of emotions. Amused, entertained, not sad neither angry? Yes. But never plainly happy. It was just her personality; shaped after a whole life of teachings on dark arts and sith stories.

Surprisignly, her two new companions hadn't been as irritating as she had expected them to be. The kid's bubbly excitement could be tiring after a whole day of social interactions; and Hunter's initial side glances of waryness had gotten on her nerves at first. But the girl had learned when to give her space –it wasn't a difficult task, considering Asajj's sharp tongue– and Hunter... Ah, Hunter had been a very curious development.

Ventress had grown to... Well, perhaps like was too strong of a word, but it admitedly went further than tolerate. The clone was loyal and brave –but not the silly kind of bravery–; measured, always aware of his surroundings, perceptive and plainly hot. That definitely helped. There was a sort of primal, raw and masculine attraction going on for Hunter; and yet he was still surprisignly pretty. Perhaps it was the long hair or the sweet brown eyes; perhaps that narrow waist Asajj had eyed more than once.

No matter how curiously attracted she felt for him, though, Ventress never thought it would end like this; that he would be the one to grow a pair and kiss her. And oh, what a heated kiss it had been. Hunter was still panting in front of her, eyes flickering over her face while he tried to catch up his breath. Ventress had heard him moan low in his throat; felt the shiver spreading through his body when she had all but cuped his ass and grounded against him, letting him feel her bulge. The wide-eyed, confused but excited look on the clone's face had been nothing short of precious.

Ventress walked backwards –eyes never leaving Hunter's– and layed down on the matress of her ship; posture relaxed and tempting. Hunter seemed to be devouring her from his spot against the wall.

"I'm not complaining, though" she finally continued, making a tiny gesture with her head while she added in a sultry voice "Come here and take a sit on my lap, little clone".

Hunter's cheeks flushed a deep red. He hadn't seen this happening either. But he couldn't deny the way his heartbeat sped up when Ventress stepped close to him; or when she hissed a few words as an answer. Because that's how the woman spoke; in sharp hisses and confident whispers. Everything in Asajj screamed power; and that made Hunter's knees weak.

Hunter has always been a confident person himself; used to leading his squad and carrying the weight of decisions and responsabilities. He doesn't really understand then, why he gets so damn shy around Ventress; why his feet shuffle as if he's unsure to move forward. He wants to. He wants her. Why then does he feel so... afraid?

The woman observes him from the bed. It makes Hunter more nervous, but the arch of her eyebrow finally pushes him into action, and Hunter quickly jumps into the matress, one knee going over Ventress's hips and settling almost stubbornly on top of her. He's a sargeant. He has led his team into battle more times than he can count and survived to tell the story. It's just sex with... Ventress.

Ventress, who has a very well-endowed cock by the feeling of it and chuckles at Hunter's obvious reaction; a small whimper escaping his lips while he nervously adjusts on top of her.

The woman's long nails take hold of Hunter's own hips; keeping him in place.

Once again, she smirks.

"Like what you feel?" She asks, though it's nothing more than an observation at this point, really.

Hunter blushes and glances off to the side. Ventress chuckles and grabs his chin; forcing him to look at her.

"For a sargeant, you're surprisingly shy in bed" she points out, smile wide as a lothcat's. "Don't worry, little clone, we can just stick to kissing for a bit".

There's a sort of sarcasm to her voice; but Hunter seizes the oportunity to do something he wants and escape the weight of her stare and dips down to press his lips on hers. Asajj makes a tiny surprised sound, body tensing and coiling like a snake; then chuckles low in her throat and tugs him forward, deepening the kiss. She's rough, teeth nipping his lower lip, all-consuming; and Hunter quickly gets lost in it. His body heatens up; warmth climbing onto his cheeks. He's getting wet, now; and he can feel Ventress's bulge growing hard underneath him, and the knowledge drives him crazy.

He humps forward, unconsciously trying to grind on it; and Ventress groans, lips parting, head falling back to rest against the thin pillow. She studies him with hooded eyes. The clone looks delicious; long hair encasing his flushed face, eyes closed, lips parted while he moves against her. Ventress tugs that gorgeous hair of his back with a pull of her hand; Hunter's spine curving in response. A small moan echoes in the walls of her ship.

"Getting a little desperate, aren't why?" She asks, amused but oh, so turned on, dark eyes heavy fixed on his. "You want that inside of you, mm?"

Hunter's whole body trembles at the dirty words coming of her mouth. A rush of slick slips into his underware. His core pulses almost with it's own heartbeat.

Fuck, yes. He wants that. He needs that. He's so empty, he needs her cock to stretch him, needs to be filled and pounded and...

Hunter whines, and Asajj gives him a wide, dangerous smile.

"Not that I'm trying, little clone, but your thoughts are awfully loud in the force".

Hunter blushes; though it doesn't make much difference in his already redenned cheeks. He looks at her as if he were a lost puppy; needing guidance. Ventress smirks.

"Why don't you take it out, then, if you want it so badly?" She suggests, playing with him, but dead-serious at the same time.

Hunter knows she won't let it slip; and it's less humiliating to admit to his desires directly –instead of trying to resist–. So he swallows his embarassment and shyness down, and his hands nervously tug her leggins and underware down; exposing her erection to him for the first time. It tears out a very audible moan from his throat.

"It's so big" he thinks to himself, but speaks out loud.

It's the biggest dick he's ever seen. Warm and heavy, it rests against the woman's pelvis; almost reaching her belly button. There's a few drops of precum that tempts Hunter to take a taste.

Asajj's laugh break him out of his reverie.

"Take a photo, little clone. It'll last longer".

Hunter tries to be nochalant about it.

"I was just curious. You know, with you being a woman and..." he looks down at her cock again, and Ventress gives him a confident, one sided smile.

"Ah. Well, it can't be that much of a surprise... Considering how you're keeping a very similar secret. Aren't you, little clone?"

Hunter squirms. He glances off to the side, but Ventress "tsks" and he redirects his eyes back to her. He doesn't like talking about this. Hell, he doesn't have a lot of sexual experience because he hadn't wanted to face other's reactions; hadn't known how to explain it. What to do or say. But Jedi magic, right? Or well... Well, perhaps his grinding had made his lack of package obvious. Either way, it's not easy admiting it out loud.

"Why don't you show me?" she continues, encourging him upon his silence.

Hunter hesitates for a few seconds; then he shifts his ways on his knees and slowly divests himself. His shirt is thrown to the floor first; his slightly more rounded chest coming into view. They're not really breasts, at least not a full pair; but they're not completely flat and muscular either. There's some softness in them; and his nipples had always been particularly sensitive.

Surprisingly, Ventress waits patiently as he moves on onto the lower part of his outfit. Hunter is finally completely naked in front of her; and the woman eats him up with her eyes while Hunter squirms in place. Insecurity swims inside of him, and some part of him wants nothing more than to dress up again, but... But Ventress smirks in satisfaction and carefully and very slowly swipes two fingers through his wet folds. Hunter clenches around nothing and moans.

"Look at that" she smiles, desire clear in her eyes. "Who would have thought a clone commander would look so pretty with perky nipples and a pussy crying to be filled. Because that's what you truly want, isn't it?"

"Y-yes" Hunter manages to answer, swallowing his embarassment down.

"Well, well, little clone. We must prepare you for that" Ventress taunts, her hand reaching down to gently stroke her cock twice. "I'm not sure I can make all this fit inside of you. I bet you're tight".

Hunter's mind is swimming in desire. He nods, fingers flying down to his clit inmediately. He does a circular motion one, twice; he's so wet and turned on it feels spectacular already.

"Ah, ah. You're going to cum in my cock and only by what my cock gives you" she stops him, making him whimper and look at her in desperation. "If you're so eager, you can start preparing yourself for my cock".

Hunter throws all caution through the window and dips his middle finger inside of him; the movement eased by his wetness. It's one single finger; and yet he feels so full already. Ventress is right; he is tight. It doesn't help his pussy is clenching onto anything that is given to him.

"Just like that, little clone. Go on. You're a big boy, you can take another one".

Hunter whimpers and obbeys; and soon he's pushing two fingers, then three, in and out of him. They become from being too much to being too little; and he whines gripping the woman's hip with his free hand, asking for more.

Ventress, who has been slowly stroking herself while watching his little show, smirks knowingly.

"Yes, Hunter?"

He bites his lip and squirms. He knows she wants him to ask.

"P-please..." he whispers, the urgency clear in his voice.

Ventress smiles wider.

"Please what? I'm not giving you anything until you beg for it".

Hunter moans and tries to hide behind the courtin of his hair momentarily. The woman grabs his chin and forces him to face her. Her eyes demand an answer. Hunter needs to beg.

"Please, Asajj" he surprises himself with how soft his pleading voice sounds. "I want your big cock inside of me".

Ventress groans, kissing him as a reward and swiftly adjusting their positions; tugging him towards her so that his entrance is hovering over her erection. Ventress holds both of his hips with her hands; gesturing down with her head, eyes locked on his.

"Take what you want, little clone. Sit on it". She orders, the last few words coming out in almost a hiss.

It sends electrifying pleasure up his spine; a tremble that is only replicated when he holds her cock in place with one hand and begins to slowly sit on it.

"A-ah" he whines, the stretch of her massive cock too much for his tight entrance to easily adjust. "V-ventress..."

She hums in delight and holds his hips steady; leading him to backtrack a little before taking more of her length inside of him.

"You should see yourself, Hunter" her voice is temptation on itself. "Looking so pretty trying to take my hard cock in your tiny pussy".

Hunter whimpers and stubbornly pushes down the rest of the way; the stretch so abrupt it burns. He makes a second wounded noise in his throat when he involuntarily clenches on her; and Ventress releases her first pure unadulterated, uncontrolled moan of the night. This is affecting her as well; as much as she's good at hiding it.

"S-so big" he repeats, almost as if he needs her to soothe him, to confirm it.

Asajj nods, answer a little raspy.

"Yeah. I can almost see the outline poking in your belly".

Hunter clenches on her again and looks at her desperately; breath already coming out in agitated pantings.

She reads the overwhelming desire in him.

"Move, little clone. I want to see you bouncing up and down on my cock".

Hunter loses himself on Asajj's hard-on. Though at first it's difficult to mantain a rhythim, the feeling too much, his endless desire and wetness soon makes it easier; and encouraged by her dirty words and strong hands, he moves faster and harder, slamming his own hips down on hers until he can almost feel her pushing against his cervix. Is an alarming situation and a incredibly pleassurable once at the same time.

Ventress let's him enjoy himself for some minutes; delighted to watch his pleasure and listen to his curses and moans, eyes tracking the way his body bounces and how his spine arches, how flushed his face looks. The need to fuck him harder, faster, arrives not too long after, though; and she inverts their positions so fast that Hunter is left to stare at her in shock, weeping cock still inside of him.

"You've had your fun, little clone. Now I get to take what I want, and you're just gonna hold on and cope with it".

It's a warning; a promiss. And Hunter soon discovers Ventress has no intention on breaking it.

She tilts his hips upwards; bends his legs open, and pounds in him so hard and deep a broken moan cries into the silence of the night. She doesn't give him respite, though; she's persistent, set on a goal, hips moving confidently over his and feeding her cock into his pussy one time after the other one. He's so wet the sound is almost embarassing; and yet it still turns him on. Ventress's cock feels imposibly good inside of him; so big, stretching him so wide, reaching so deep, branding him inside, carving her shape out of his pussy, one time after the other one and the other one and the other one...

"Please... please..." hunter cries, real tears in his eyes.

It feels so good it's overwhelming. He needs to cum. He needs to explode and release and please, god, this is so fucking good his brain is going to...

"There, there, little clone. Just take. What I. Give you" she hisses back, punching each word with a snap of her hips.

Hunter feels the orgasm impossibly close. He feels tingly already. He can almost graze it with his fingertips. It feels so good, he's so full, she's so big and...

"I-I'm gonna' cum!" He warns her, eyes shutting down inmediately, mouth dropping in an opent pant.

Ventress groans and pounds harder. She places a firm –and carefull– hand on Hunter's throat.

The man whines. The stars explode.

"I-I'm cum-ing!" He cries out, every single muscle on his body clenching harshly, squeezing the woman's cock.

Tingling spreads from his pussy to every single nerve ending on his body; shivering uncontrollably.

Ventress opens up on the Force; swallowing his pleasure down, making it part of her own.

"F-fuck!" She groans, almost tasting her own orgasm too. "D-drop to your knees, Hunter. Now".

It's not a question. It's an order. It's urgent. Necessary.

A dazzed Hunter rolls over and kneels on the floor; sleepy, satisfied eyes looking up at the woman's figure in ecstasy. Ventress takes a stand right in front of him. She grabs his hair with one hand, tilting his face upwards; desperately strokes her cock with the other one.

"Want to fucking paint your face" she growls, managing to send a last shiver of pleasure through Hunter's nerves. "Want to see your pretty face drenched in my warm cum, little clone..."

Hunter hums and obediently sticks his tongue out; and the sight of it, of the clone voluntarily offering his mouth to her, is what does it. Ventress moans and cums; white ropes of her warm seed painting Hunter's flushed face and dripping down. Ventress caresses the tip against his cheek; then against his lips. Hunter hums and gives her a kittle lick in complete contempt and relaxation. It's Ventress's time to shiver.

"Good boy" she murmurs, energy dropping, falling down to sit on the edge of the bed.

Hunter hums and follows; drops forward, head coming to rest to one of her thighs. He's growing sleepy as well; and Ventress chuckles in what can only be... Well, not happiness, but fond amusement, maybe.

THE END.