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[b][u][center]A Steamy Time on Manaan

For Leon_Therma

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The pathways through space and time were many, and in his Palkian form, Leon could traverse them as easily as thinking about it. In a moment of boredom, he reached through one hole and stepped through to the other side, leaving the empty, still air of his harem space behind and stepping into the humid, salty air of a very different world.

He stretched his arms overhead as the portal closed behind him, savoring the brief spray of salt water across the balcony before him before he reached through another portal for some clothes. Much as he liked to walk around naked, this wasn’t a world where he could just get away with that. Well, technically, he could, but that would require so much work and cost him so much time and effort that it wasn’t [i]really[/i] worth it in the long term. Better to just wear a little bit and deal with the constriction.

Leon pulled a simple pair of tight shorts from the portal, a deep orange in color and as reflective as latex. He stepped into them, one three-toed foot after the other through the legs, and pulled them up tight. They were small enough on him that they pressed flush to his cock-slit between his legs, and he chuckled as he rubbed around the faint ‘lips’ that were shown through the fabric.

“Well, if anyone wants to get a look, not going to bother me…”

He leaned over the railing. There was a reflecting pool not far down, allowing him to get a look at himself.

It was fairly standard. He’d shifted from full Palkia to something more suitable for sex on two legs. Six feet tall, he had muscular arms, gray-white flesh, little red bulbs on his shoulders and a dark purple across his face and around his eyes. Five fingered, he could manipulate anything the way that humans and other humanoids could, and he had the muscles and power to look intimidating to most people.

[i]Heh. And that’s without all the other powers I have…[/i]

Leon pushed himself back from the railing, looking out at the world itself. He ignored the city behind him for the moment, just enjoying the sight of the wide open sea that flowed and shimmered before his eyes. Normally, he wasn’t that keen on water, but the view was certainly something else. He leaned forward, resting his head on his arms as he watched the waves come in, crashing against the base of the floating city.

It had been a long time since he’d bothered poking his head around Ahto City; he remembered the last time that he had come by, and how the Republic and the Sith had yet to start sinking their teeth into the floating city. He imagined that it had changed quite a bit since then, but as long as the Selkath were still convenient, his visit still had a point to it.

He stood up from the railing and looked behind him. No fewer than twenty Selkath could be seen around the various gardens that broke through the steel walkways in the public courtyard, but they were only half the population here. Chrome-plated Sith soldiers and orange-helmeted Republic patrols walked around, avoiding each other but keeping an eye on their enemy at the same time.

[i]Well, at least they’re tense enough to not start a fight. They don’t want the other side to get involved.[/i]

Which meant that ‘aliens’ like him were going to be more or less free to operate as they chose. Not being on one side or the other meant that nobody would bother him if he didn’t bother them first.

Of course, that meant that it would still be just a trifle difficult to get one of the Selkath alone, but he had a plan for that. He had gone a little too long without enjoying one of the fishy-boys to want to leave the planet without a taste.

But for now…a walk.

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Leon enjoyed reacquainting himself with Ahto City. He spent half an hour down a bar, having some of the seafood while ogling a few people that were kinda hot. Nothing particularly amazing, but there were other species besides Selkath to get a look at. A well-muscled Trandoshan had been in the process of trying to find work at the bar Leon picked, and he’d enjoyed seeing that scaly ass walking up and down the room.

That said, it was just one of the many fun things to be found in the city of the fish. He took some time to enjoy some swoop racing – not the easiest thing in the world, but he cheated just a bit – and he threw his winnings out for the bar to enjoy. He caught out a couple of cheaters and exposed them to the local authorities, and he even took the time to make sure that a rather annoying Rodian assassin down on one end of the city took a tumble off the side and into the drink.

All in all, it was a rather eventful few hours, and more than enough to satisfy the tourist part of his brain that wanted to see the planet again. With it out of his system, there was really only one thing left to do.

Leon leaned back from the Pazaak table, looking around the bar. There wasn’t much in the way of options around the city center; most of the Selkath out here were either on-duty or too high up for him to fuck with without someone noticing. While he was sure that there were plenty of the fish-boys for him to have some fun with, he’d like to have his amusement without using mind control for a change. It was fun, most of the time, but it would be nice to not have to use it.

He crossed his arms, thinking for a few moments, before a slow smile crossed his face.

[i]The hangars.[/i]

The last time that he’d come visiting, there’d been a little out-of-the-way place where the dock workers and mechanics could go for a little ‘fun’ between their shifts. It wasn’t anything special, and most of the time, there were only two or three Selkath there as a general rule, but it had been [i]the[/i] place for anyone looking for a bit of dick-sucking or a little ass to stuff. He hadn’t had the chance to really get into it last time – he’d been a little busy dealing with a Selkath corrupted with the dark side and fucking it out of him – but this time…yeah, this time, that sounded like a good bit of fun.

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Leon found it without much effort. Off to the far side of the docks and hangars was a little lean-to of old metal that had been welded together and camouflaged to fit in with the rest of the hangar walls. Those that didn’t know what lay behind the decommissioned machinery piled up around it would never find it, and those that did still had to climb over all kinds of dangerous bits of metal before they could reach it.

Leon grunted as he finally reached the far side of the dead loaders and rested his hand on the door. He listened for a moment, heard nothing, and knew that there was no current activity to be interrupted on the other side.

[i]But is there anyone waiting for a dick on the other side?[/i]

The anthro Palkia waved his hand, a little shimmer rolling off his fingers in the process. A hole in the air opened, small and barely more than the size of an eyeball, and he peered through it to the other side.

There was [i]someone[/i] in the other side of the shack. A Selkath mechanic, from the look of him, though there was precious little light to see by for details. He had the same sort of many-pocketed vest that the others did, and he was wiping his lips, which said that he’d already been there for a little while if he’d sucked down a load already.

But he was still there, waiting for more. Leon chuckled as he closed the portal, reaching between his legs and giving the ‘lips’ of his cock slit a little rub. The twin pairs hiding inside were already eager, though not quite showing just yet. They’d need just a little more attention before he’d feel them coming out.

He opened the door and stepped inside the shack. He was so quiet that he heard the slight movement on the other side of the wall as the waiting Selkath shifted position. He closed the door behind him and sat down, crossing one leg over the other.

“So, you looking for a cock to suck?”

“Just had one. Pretty good sized, too.”

“Yeah? How big?”

“Seven inches.”

“I got bigger.”

“Really? I doubt that.”

“I’ll show you, if you can be a little more eager,” Leon said, rubbing a hand between his legs, the twin tips of his cocks finally starting to poke free. “How about you tell me how much you want to suck something big, and I’ll show you something that makes seven inches look like trash?”

“Heh…you think that you’re that big? What are you, some kind of Wookie or something?”

“Bigger than that,” Leon muttered.

Much bigger. He pulled down the front of his shorts, letting his cocks finally taste the open air. They were slowly pushing out of his slit, getting bigger and bigger against his fingers. A gentle stroke that turned into an incidental frot kept them growing, from seven inches to eight, to ten, and then further still, growing well past a foot long in short order and still stretching out from his slit.

“What’s the hold-up?” the Selkath muttered. “I got another shift I gotta take in twenty minutes.”

“You’re going to be late for that shift,” Leon said.

“Bullshit I am.”

“You will be if you want this.”

“Then at least show me it. I’m not hanging around for something that isn’t going to be the best dick I ever had.”

“Dicks.”

“…What?”

“I said…”

Finally, fully hard, he pushed his cocks together. The gloryhole between the two sides of the shack was almost too small, and he was half-afraid that he might need to use his powers to actually widen it a smidge to allow both cocks through at once. It was just big enough for it, though, and he chuckled as he thrust both to the other side, letting them bob up and down.

“I said, dicks.”

“…Holy fuck…”

“That’s right.”

“They’re…huge…”

He felt the familiar feeling of fishy hands on his cocks, slippery and just a trifle slimy. There was a hint of something pebbly, like scales, but they were so soft that he barely noticed them compared to the soft and slippery feeling that dominated that grip. The two fingers and thumb made for an interesting, and rather sensual, grip along his shafts as they stroked up, down, up, down the lengths of them, almost as if they were awestruck and a little afraid to get too rough with his shafts.

Leon smiled to himself, pressing himself to the wall for a few minutes, allowing the other male to get his touches in. He allowed the groping, stroking, worshipful silence to stretch on for those three minutes, then finally pulled his hips back. His invisible lover’s fingers tried to grab him and stop him, but they were just a little too slippery.

“Hey!”

“You want them, you come over to this side.”

“I’m not – the whole point –”

“I can barely fit through that thing.”

“…”

“If you want the best dick on the planet, you’re going to play with it over here. There’s just enough room for you.”

“…Fine.”

He smirked as he heard the other door open and shut, and he took a seat again, getting comfortable as he let his shorts fall off his legs. There was little point in them now, and he knew that there would be much more pleasure without those in the way. He kicked them to the far side of the little shack and spread his legs, waiting.

The door opened, and the Selkath mechanic stepped inside. He had a few seconds to see what the other man looked like; the usual long, flat head of a Selkath male with the eyes off on the side like sharks was just as odd and interesting as always. He was probably about five-foot-seven, not particularly tall, not particularly short. He had a vaguely more slender build for a mechanic, probably someone that was more used to going from place to place to repair stuff rather than dealing with the actual hard-work of lifting and replacing parts.

Would explain why he had such delicate hands, too.

The other male knelt before him, staring up at the twin cocks. Leon saw the familiar expression of a proper slut on the alien’s face, and he chuckled as he pushed his dicks down, sandwiching the Selkath’s face between the two foot-and-a-half long cocks.

“Enjoying the view down there?”

“Mmmph…”

“I bet you are, you fishy slut.”

“You…mmph…you want them sucked or not?”

“Stroked first. I want to see you get all nice and slimy with my pre-cum before we get to the main event.”

“I’m already…slimy…”

“Well, you’re going to get slimier,” Leon said, shrugging. “Or you can walk out right now.”

He was enjoying teasing someone about what they wanted instead of forcing them to stay. There had been so many little sluts that kept denying what they wanted and making him force them to stick around. This was the first time in weeks that he could just offer to let them go and it was more effective than just forcing them to stay.

[i]Heh, yeah, because you want to have those double-dicks rammed inside ya, don’t you, fish-slut?[/i]

The Selkath groaned, grabbing both cocks by the base. Leon sighed, closing his eyes to enjoy the slow strokes that went from the bottom to the tip, always moving slowly, but firmly. The difference between his usual five-fingered grip on them and the three-fingered one that the fish alien had was…oddly hot.

“Hehe, worth it, isn’t it?”

“Mmmph…didn’t think that there was anyone lugging around this much…meat.”

“I told you. Better than the guy with seven inches, huh?”

“Much…”

The blurble voice that the Selkath had was always a little off-putting, but there was so much hunger and desire in his words that Leon could deal with it. He smiled as he spread his legs a little bit further, showing off just how heavy and huge his cocks were. They were so thick, meant to break in anything that he got them into, and he could feel the raw devotion that the Selkath down there had.

[i]Too long since I had someone this into me…[/i]

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Leon sighed under his breath as he enjoyed every last pump of his dicks, curling his toes against the floor and leaning his head further back until it rested against the wall behind him. The Selkath between his legs tilted his head one way, then the other, resting his lips against one shaft and then the other. Kisses, soft licks, and rumbling bits of affection were paid in abundance, and Leon bit back a smirk as he felt the sheer need that the smaller male had.

[i]Definitely a slit…and maybe one worth keeping.[/i]

Not a lot of those out there. Leon enjoyed his one-night stands of sorts with the different bitches in the universe, but this one really had a hunger for cock that rivaled a certain mongoose that he kept back at home. This one was…mmm, this was really getting into it.

“What’s your name?” Leon muttered.

“Mmmph…Bestosk. Bestosk Haav.”

“Bestosk, huh? Best fucking fish I’ve had on my dicks in a while.”

Bestosk didn’t say anything. Leon wasn’t sure if the fish comments were insulting them or not, but the smaller male hadn’t really complained yet. Maybe Bestosk liked the bit of humiliation and insults.

Chuckling to himself, he waved his hand. The Selkath stopped stroking, looking up at him as Leon looked down at him.

“Alright. You can start doing the real stuff now.”

“Mmm, thank you…”

“One cock at a time.”

“Oh, that was the plan.”

“What, you can’t handle both?”

“Well…not right away.”

Leon raised an eye-ridge. If the slut wanted to try, he wasn’t going to stop him, but it was a rare person that could take one of his cocks, let alone both. At a foot and a half long each, they were very, very long, but it wasn’t just the length that would be a challenge. It was the width, as well. They were almost three inches around each, long and throbbing, and they promised to force someone to their limits most of the time.

But if Bestosk thought he could do it, Leon would let him try.

He folded his arms behind his head as the Selkath leaned over one. A wet, eager tongue flicked over the tip, giving it a coating of thick slime before Bestosk leaned forward. His lips parted, almost like they were stretching around the head of the Palkia’s cock, and he just kept going. Down, down, down, taking seven inches before the head touched the back of his throat, and another two before he hit the halfway point.

“Heh, a little much?” Leon asked.

Bestosk just looked up at him for a moment before swallowing and taking another two inches. Down to eleven of the full eighteen inches, which was more than the last little bitch could do with their mouths. Leon nodded to himself, honestly just a little impressed.

And then the Selkath kept going.

He could feel the rippling, tugging, chugging feeling around his dick as the fish-man kept going further and further down his shaft, using one hand to keep stroking the other one. Each time that Bestosk pulled his head just a bit further down, each time another inch slipped down his throat, Leon groaned that little bit louder.

Twelve.

Thirteen.

Fourteen.

Down to fifteen inches now, and he could see the bulge in the fish’s throat. It was clear that he was struggling with the whole thing, but he wasn’t giving up, and he was doing a damn good job. He could feel each swallow around his cock, and the constant pulsing, squeezing, sucking sensations had him oozing pre-cum before he knew it.

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

The soft gluk-gluk of the Selkath bobbing his head down, sucking hard, and then pulling back – always between the ten and fifteen-inch marks – was just as intense as the feeling of the throat clenching down on him and the feeling of his cock sliding along an eager down and down that tight little tunnel. He huffed, clenching his fingers as he enjoyed the slut’s attention, shaking his head slowly.

“Yeah…you know what you’re doing down there, alright…”

“Mmm-hmm…”

“Heh…then take the last three inches, then…”

He was no longer doubtful that the Selkath could do that much, at least. He looked down as he watched Bestosk looking up at him, the Selkath’s wide eyes fixed on him for a moment before he started pushing forward. Bobbing along the ten-to-fifteen inch marks, then to the sixteenth…

Then the seventeenth…

[i]Gluk.[/i]

And then all the way to the base. Leon huffed, groaning as he felt his cock get completely encased in a nice, warm throat for the first time in a very, very long time indeed. He didn’t quite wheeze from the pleasure, but he did chuff deep in his throat, and his free cock bobbed up and down, pulsing with pleasure and just [i]oozing[/i] pre-cum.

“Mmmmph…okay…you got a mouth on –”

POP!

Bestosk pulled back far enough that Leon’s cock just bounced out of his mouth, throbbing upwards and oozing pre-cum like a fountain. The Selkath rubbed his jaw, shook his head a few times, then grabbed both dicks and pushed them together. The Palkia arched an eye-ridge again.

“You’re seriously going to try and do this?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Heh…you know what, go for it. Show me what you can do.”

It was hard not to smirk as the Selkath pulled the tips together and slowly ground them against his lips. He was smearing some sort of throat-slime all over the heads, grinding them together before opening his mouth as wide as he could. It still didn’t look like his cocks would fit, but Leon was amused now.

He rested his head back against one hand as he watched, cocking his head to the side. The soft gluk-gluk of his cock slowly going down a throat filled his ears again as Bestosk slid his head side to side, wedging one cock, then the other past his lips. That same oddly rubber-like feeling came back, almost like the Selkath was stretching his mouth around the twin cocks. Maybe he was; he didn’t know how fish biology worked. All he knew was that the little guy was gradually getting more and more cock down his throat, and he looked like he was honestly enjoying getting them in.

[i]Heh…[/i]

Leon just leaned back and enjoyed the show. The more that Bestosk struggled, the more that it teased him, and he grunted more than once as the Selkath continued to gag his way down the pair of jaw-breaking shafts. He kept waiting, waiting for the moment when the smaller male would beg for mercy and tap out.

That moment never came.

He pushed forward, further and further, taking both cocks to the seven-inch mark as it started to curve and go down his throat. Leon thought for sure that Bestosk would stop there, but no. He kept pushing, gagging and huffing as he went, trying to get more and more of the twin-dicks down his throat.

Ten inches.

Eleven.

Twelve.

Leon sat up a little straighter, an honest grin on his face as he watched the Selkath keep going. His throat was bulging out with the sheer size of the Palkia’s cocks, and for all the pleasure that Leon was getting feeling them go further down, he was almost more turned-on by the fact that Bestosk was pushing himself so hard. It was [i]hot[/i] to see someone that desperate, that eager, and –

With one final thrust of his head, the Selkath slut slammed his face forward. Leon wasn’t sure how he did it, but the fish managed to get the whole length down his throat. Every inch of both dicks was buried in him, bulging out his neck, and he couldn’t even imagine how Bestosk was breathing.

He just stared for a moment, feeling like he was on the verge of cumming. He barely even reacted when the slut pulled back, coughing and sputtering.

“Ooof…Need…need practice.”

“Damn…that’s pretty fucking good,” Leon said, shaking his head with a rueful chuckle. “I didn’t think that you’d get half that far.”

“Mmmph…wished I could have kept going.”

“Well, for now, you can do something else.”

“What’s that?” the fish asked.

“You can tend to my paws.”

“Your – well…”

Leon lifted one such paw, wiggling the three toes and smiling. His slut looked at him between them, then at his cocks, and rolled his eyes.

“Oh, well. I can give them some attention…but I do want more of your cocks, if you don’t mind.”

“Well, I might have a deal for you, regarding that.”

“…Oh?”

“Paws first, proposal after.”

Shaking his head, Bestosk lowered his lips to the Palkia’s toes. He’d clearly drained himself a little with all the cock worship, but for all that he had pushed himself hard, he just as clearly wanted more.

Lick.

Lap.

Lick.

Lap.

The Selkath took his time to drag his tongue across the underside of Leon’s paw, tracing a line from near the heel to the toes before darting between each one. He huffed, his breath warm and wet when he breathed out on them, and he took his time to really dig into the soft sole as he worked.

Licking away, the Selkath dragged his tongue over the side of the sole, then against the toes. He bobbed between them, licking, sucking, teasing each digit before moving to the next one. Each time, a bit more of the same slime that coated the Palkia’s dicks was left behind, and Leon could feel them squelching ever so slightly from the odd texture of the liquid. He wondered what it would be like to walk on that.

As he shifted from side to side, enjoying the teasing, one hand went between his legs. He stroked himself to the Selkath’s licks, slowing down and speeding up as the little guy did the same along his foot. Faster licking was rewarded with faster stroking, and slower licking was punished with slower stroking.

Bestosk was very good at keeping the licking speed up.

Eventually, Leon lowered his other paw between the Selkath’s legs, pressing his toes firmly against the other male’s groin. Bestosk grunted, huffing between two toes in the process, and looked up with confusion.

“I didn’t say stop,” Leon said.

As the licking continued, the Selkath clearly confused, Leon ground his toes into the fish’s crotch. The dick waiting for him there wasn’t huge, but it was quite hard. No shame at all in this one. He enjoyed what was happening to him, and he showed it with every ounce of his being.

He kneaded that bulge with his paw as he got the other worshiped, taking his time to see if he could draw more moans, whimpers, or other sounds from the smaller male. He got more than a few. Bestosk trembled every time that he pushed down, and he wondered just how much attention the smaller guy got from the men that came to use his mouth. Probably not that much; he couldn’t imagine most people using a gloryhole being all that willing to take a turn doing the sucking.

When he could feel a little slime under his toes, he pulled his paw back and swapped it for the one that was getting licked and sucked. As Bestosk got used to sucking on the other set of toes, he took his hand from his cock and smiled down at him.

“I think that I can offer you a position.”

“Mmmph?”

“I have a little harem of well-used boy-toys like you. Off-world, but –”

“MMmph!”

Bestosk pulled the toes from his mouth, all but spitting them out as he pulled his head back. The Selkath coughed, shaking his head before bringing his head back up.

“Off-world? I want in. Now.”

“…My dicks not enough for you?” Leon chuckled.

“Well, that’s…that’s a very convincing offer, but the fact that it’s off-world basically clinches it. I’ve been saving up to get off-planet for years, trying to find enough credits to get on a ship and say goodbye to this watery hellhole. Do you know how hard it is to find something steamy here?”

“You’d think it’d be easy with all the water.”

“It isn’t. I [i]need[/i] this. And if I have to suck your dicks every day, I’ll do it and ask for more.”

“That easy?”

“I’ll do whatever you need me to,” Bestosk said, kneeling in front of him. “Anything.”

“Heh. Even call me master?”

“Anything.”

“You’ll be my slave? Do anything I ask? Carry out anything I want you to do?”

“Anything. At. All.”

It was so hot to hear someone be that eager to submit themselves to him, and without having to use mind control in the slightest. Leon smirked as he slowly got to his feet, both dicks wobbling from side to side. They were so bloated, so eager to let loose, but he held back. Just for a little longer, he told himself. Just a little bit longer to make sure that it was done properly.

“Fine. Then you’ll be mine.”

“As long as I get to leave this planet, and I get to keep playing with those dicks, Master.”

“Oh, you will. You will.”

He’d have to share them, of course, but Leon wasn’t going to go that into detail for the moment. The fish would find out soon enough about the other harem members, and how dick-hungry they could be. Then again, some of them were almost as paw-hungry as the fish was dick-hungry, so that would probably even out over time.

He snapped his fingers. The world shifted, and a portal opened to a place that was dry and cool rather than hot and wet. Leon gestured to the other side.

“Go on through,” he said. “I’ll be right behind you.”

“How…you…that’s…”

“Do you want to come or not?”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

Bestosk stepped through, and Leon leaned against the wall once more. He’d come here for a little tourist trip, and he’d ended up getting a proper harem slut. Been a while since that happened, but he wasn’t going to complain. Someone would probably notice the little slut missing at some point, but by the time that they actually started making a log, it would be far too late to do anything about it.

Chuckling, he got to his feet and stepped through the portal, closing it behind him. Time to say goodbye to the water planet, and hello to his far-steamier harem quarters…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Leon goes to Manaan as a Palkia, and sees if he can find some fun.

Tags: M/M, Palkia, Anthro Palkia, Selkath, KotOR, Foot Fetish, Paw Fetish, Oral, Double Dicks, Hyper Dicks, Hyper Cock, Twin Cocks, Gloryhole, Blowjob,