Collan Eiso stepped onto the gleaming deck of the Eternal Horizon with the confidence of a man who owned the galaxy. Senators trailed behind him, their expressions a show of barely concealed greed. The ship wasn't ready yet and the official gala was not for a while but as one of the main funders of this ship he had a lot of leeway. Having this little taster of what the ship will go a long way in securing multiple valuable deals, ones he'd not been able to secure before. The sunlight that bathed the ship's open-air promenade reflected off polished marble floors, casting a golden sheen over the assembled dignitaries. The scent of rare Chandrilan spices wafted through the air, mixing with the rich aroma of Corellian brandy being poured into crystal glasses by attendants so flawlessly beautiful they may as well have been sculpted.
Exotic women—Twil'eks, Zeltrons, Togrutas, and even a rare Chiss—drifted through the crowd, their laughter like music, their hands carrying trays of delicacies that could only be procured by the galaxy's elite. The food was excessive, extravagant—roast nerf marinated in 400-year-old wine, deep-sea fish from Mon Cala, and pastries dusted with the finest sweetspice from the Outer Rim. Everything was calculated to impress, to remind these men and women that their wealth was more than a number—it was their right.
Collan, dressed in a bespoke deep-blue ensemble that accentuated his sharp features, lifted his glass in a lazy toast, flashing the kind of smile that melted resistance. "My friends," he began, his voice smooth as silk, "I want to welcome you aboard the Eternal Horizon, the most luxurious vessel ever crafted by mortal hands."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the group as they sipped their drinks.
"I had the great privilege of being one of the chief investors in this little endeavor," Collan continued, his tone light, casual, as if spending billions of credits on something like this was just another passing amusement. "The goal was simple—to create not just a ship, but a legacy. A floating paradise where those worthy enough could escape the mundanity of planetary life and surround themselves with only the finest things the galaxy has to offer."
He gestured, and an immaculately dressed server stepped forward, bowing slightly as he presented a datapad. "I know many of you are already familiar with what Eternal Horizon offers, but allow me to refresh your memories."
He pressed a button, and a soft hum filled the air as a holographic projection of the ship appeared, rotating slowly.
"We have private casinos, exclusive to our guests. High-stakes games, zero oversight, and an understanding when it comes to matters of debt." He smiled at the way several senators' eyes gleamed at the word understanding.
"Our pleasure suites—each personally designed with ambiance control, custom climate settings, and entertainment curated to very specific tastes." He let that implication hang for a moment, watching as some of the older, more grotesque politicians licked their lips.
"A gourmet dining hall featuring the rarest cuisine in the galaxy—imported directly from planets across the Mid and Outer Rim."
"An entire wing dedicated to deep-tissue rejuvenation and genetic youth enhancement therapies, ensuring that those aboard retain not just their power, but the appearance that makes them respected figures in the Republic."
"And, of course," Collan said, his voice dipping into something conspiratorial, "the more private services. Should any of you require companionship, our staff is trained to accommodate all... preferences."
That drew some laughter, the kind that came from men who had long abandoned any shame. Senators leaned into each other, whispering with amusement.
Collan let them revel in their own filth for a moment before smoothly shifting gears. "I should also mention that the ship is fully equipped with permanent residences. A select few have been designed for those who wish to always have a place here, among the stars, above all others."
There was immediate interest. The group, which had been lounging comfortably in their excess, suddenly straightened, eyes snapping toward him.
"Residences?" one senator asked eagerly. "How much are we talking?"
Collan smiled. "A modest sum, considering what you get in return. Fifty million credits per suite, with full amenities and exclusive access to high-level decision-making venues. You won't just own a place here—you will be part of the future."
There was a brief, stunned silence before the outrage began.
"Fifty million?!" a senator from Fondor scoffed. "That's robbery!"
Another, from Abregado-Rae, shook his head. "That's enough to fund an entire sector's infrastructure for a year."
Collan tilted his head, his expression cool, unaffected by their complaints. "Gentlemen, I understand your concerns. But let me ask you this—where do you see yourselves in ten years? Coruscant is expanding rapidly. The lower levels grow deeper, the slums wider. Today you sit in the Senate District; tomorrow, the city grows, and suddenly you're a few levels lower. Eventually, you'll find yourselves trapped beneath it all, suffocating in the undercity while those who planned ahead sit comfortably above."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.
"This ship is the future," he continued, voice smooth as silk. "Soon, the Senate will hold its meetings here. Legislations will be passed here. This will be the true seat of power. While Coruscant crumbles under its own weight, the Eternal Horizon will rise. And when that day comes, those of you who secured your place will be the ones who rule."
The silence that followed was different now. It was no longer outrage, but contemplation.
Collan smiled. "As one of the primary investors, I do have some discretion when it comes to certain... preferred buyers."
A chorus of chuckles followed. The same men who had balked at the price were now exchanging knowing glances, considering their options.
"Let's continue, shall we?" Collan gestured toward a set of doors at the end of the hall. "I believe you will enjoy this next stop."
They walked into a vast chamber—The One-of-a-Kind Room. It was more of a museum than a gallery, lined with priceless artifacts from across the galaxy.
An Alderaanian tapestry woven with the extinct blue-gold thread of the royal palace.
A sculpture from the ancient Taung civilization, a relic of Mandalore's first inhabitants.
A Nabooian hand-carved throne, once belonging to a monarch lost to time.
A collection of Sith War masks, their crimson visors reflecting the overhead lights.
The senators moved in awe, pointing, whispering, murmuring about the sheer value of everything in the room.
One of them stopped before a raised pedestal at the center, eyes fixating on the object resting upon it.
A massive blue Kyber crystal. Its core swirled like a miniature galaxy, light bending and twisting within its depths as though it contained the very fabric of the stars.
The senator turned to Collan. "And this?"
Collan stepped beside him, admiring the crystal with the same appreciation one might have for a fine piece of art. "A Kyber crystal. One of the largest ever discovered."
The group murmured among themselves.
"How did you get your hands on it?"
Collan smirked. "Let's just say... I had to pull quite a few strings to keep it from falling into the Jedi's hands. They're still rather upset with me over it."
Laughter followed.
A senator from Kuat let out a wheezing chuckle and leaned into another, muttering something about the Jedi becoming irrelevant anyway. Another, from Denon, grinned, swirling his glass of emerald-green liquor as he admired the kyber crystal's swirling core.
Just as Collan was about to continue playing the gracious host, a discreet attendant approached him, her movements practiced, her posture perfect. She leaned in close, whispering into his ear.
Collan's smirk didn't falter, but his eyes darkened slightly. He nodded and turned to the gathered senators, his expression smooth as ever. "My friends, I'm afraid I have some business to attend to. Please, enjoy yourselves. Anything you desire, the attendants will accommodate."
He let his voice drop just slightly on anything.
The laughter that followed was disgusting.
A senator, a bloated man from the Mid Rim, yanked a young Zeltron woman close and crushed her into a slimy kiss. The girl barely reacted, too well-trained to recoil, her expression practiced in feigned amusement. Others murmured and chuckled among themselves, eyeing the other attendants with newfound interest, their minds clearly shifting toward indulgence now that business had concluded.
Collan turned away, letting the filth marinate in its own excess.
He stepped into the corridor, pressing his hand against an access panel. A hidden doorway slid open, revealing a turbolift—the kind that only a handful of people aboard the Eternal Horizon had clearance to use. Unlike standard lifts, this one moved horizontally as well as vertically, accessing the ship's most critical areas: the bridge, engineering, security... but more importantly, his private residence.
The doors sealed shut, and the lift began its silent journey through the ship's superstructure. Collan exhaled slowly, running a gloved hand through his hair before straightening his cuffs. He despised interruptions. Especially from them.
The lift doors opened, revealing a vast chamber bathed in dim golden light. A panoramic window stretched across one entire wall, offering a breathtaking view of Coruscant's sprawling cityscape. The towers of the Senate District gleamed like polished steel spires, the endless streams of speeders crisscrossing like fireflies in the night.
Collan strode to the center of the room and activated the terminal embedded into his sleek black desk. A deep hum resonated as multiple holograms flared to life, forming a circle around him.
Figures cloaked in shadowed hoods, their forms distorted by the transmission, bowed slightly. A dozen voices, different yet eerily synchronized, greeted him.
"Master."
Collan inclined his head. "Why was this meeting called?"
A silence stretched, thick and uneasy. Then, one of the figures spoke. "There is concern regarding recent events."
Another voice followed. "The attack on the Jedi Temple has drawn far more attention than anticipated. The exposure is unacceptable."
A third voice cut in, frustration evident even through the distortion. "And what do we have to show for it? Nothing. The Jedi still stand, the Senate still wails, and the public still laps up whatever narrative they're fed."
A fourth, colder voice asked the most pressing question. "Have you secured the Holocron?"
Collan's jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides before he forced them to relax. Through gritted teeth, he replied, "Not yet. But I will have it soon."
The voices erupted at once. Complaints. Accusations.
"You assured us this would be handled—"
"Our patience wears thin, Eiso—"
"Without it, everything you promised is nothing more than air—"
Collan's hands slammed against the desk, and the room fell into instant silence. His eyes burned with cold fury.
"Who among you," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "dares to question me?"
The holograms flickered slightly. No one answered.
Collan straightened, smoothing out his cuffs as he let the silence drag on. Then, voice steady, he reminded them.
"Who gave you power beyond that of the Jedi? Who showed you what lies beyond the limitations of the Sith? Who made you more than you ever were?"
None dared to speak.
"I could erase you all with a thought," Collan continued, his voice almost amused now. "You exist because I allow it. If I wished it, you would be nothing. Do not forget your place."
The holograms bowed lower.
"Yes, Master," they murmured in unison.
Collan exhaled through his nose, satisfaction curling at the edges of his lips. "Then do not disturb me again unless it is important."
With a flick of his wrist, the transmission cut off. The room dimmed, leaving him in silence.
He ran a hand over his face, then cursed under his breath.
These fools. Their whining. Their demands. They were nothing but opportunists, clinging to his power like parasites.
He walked to the panoramic window, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze sweeping over Coruscant's endless skyline.
The galaxy was sick, ruled by incompetence, bloated with corruption. The Jedi were blind, the Senate weak. They needed a strong leader, they needed.
Him.
He had seen beyond the Force, beyond the petty struggles of the Jedi and Sith.
He would have true power.
And when he did, he would not be sharing it.
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Jaden wiped his brow, blinking away the sweat dripping into his eyes. He was stripped down to nothing but his underwear, his body slick with sweat from the unbearable heat inside the shuttle. The ship's environmental systems were barely functioning, and with all the exposed conduits and active power sources, the temperature inside was nearly unbearable. The conductivity of the metal walls trapped the heat, turning the place into an oven.
The antimatter injectors were the most delicate part of the engine. If anything went wrong—if the magnetic containment failed for even a fraction of a second, if the injectors weren't aligned properly, if there was even the slightest miscalculation—the antimatter would react with normal matter, and everything within several kilometers would be obliterated in an instant.
Jaden's fingers moved carefully, adjusting the final coupling as Velea lay beside him, half-under the engine, working on the other side of the injector housing. Like him, she had stripped down to just her vest and underwear, her skin gleaming with sweat. Her lekku twitched slightly as she connected the last conduit, her breathing steady despite the intensity of their work.
"Alright, last connection's in," she muttered, shifting slightly as she double-checked her work.
Jaden exhaled, his muscles aching from the effort of keeping so still. "You ready?"
Velea grinned, her fingers poised over the activation panel. "If we die, I just want you to know, it's been fun."
"Appreciate that," Jaden muttered, bracing himself.
Velea pressed the activation sequence. The engine hummed. A soft blue glow pulsed through the antimatter injector housing, stabilizing within seconds. No explosion. No uncontrolled reaction.
They exhaled simultaneously.
Jaden pushed himself out from under the engine, rolling onto his back on the hot durasteel floor, staring up at the ceiling as he caught his breath. Velea crawled out beside him, wiping sweat from her forehead as she flopped down on the ground.
"Well, we're not dead," she said, smirking. "That's a win in my book."
Jaden chuckled, rubbing the sweat from his face with his forearm before propping himself up on one elbow.
Velea sat up, stretching her arms behind her head, the motion pulling her tight vest even tighter across her chest. "Next step is calibrating the power routing. That'll take a few hours, but once it's done, we'll be able to integrate the injectors with the primary drive," she said, her voice slipping into that sharp, focused engineer tone as she rattled off numbers and timelines, oblivious to anything else.
Jaden wasn't listening. Not really.
His eyes were glued to her, drawn to the way her skin glistened with sweat under the harsh overhead light. The vest she wore was soaked through, sticking to her body like a second skin, outlining every curve. Her breasts pressed against the fabric, large and round, the dampness making it cling so he could see the faint outline of her nipples. Below, she wore only a pair of thin underwear, hugging her hips and barely covering the tops of her thighs. Sweat trickled down her neck, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone, and he couldn't look away. His throat went dry, and a strange heat started low in his stomach, unfamiliar and overwhelming.
His mind stumbled, tripping over itself as it painted pictures he didn't know how to process. He imagined reaching out, running his hands over her slick skin, feeling the warmth of her under his fingers. What would it be like to touch her there, to trace the line of sweat down her chest, to slide his hands under that vest and feel her breasts? His breath hitched as he thought about tugging those underwear down, his hands on her hips, her thighs—soft, strong, bare. He didn't even know what he'd do next, but the urge was there, making his palms itch and his heart pound.
Velea snapped her fingers right in front of his face.
"Jaden."
He blinked hard, jolted back to reality, his face burning.
"You even listening?" she asked, her tone sharp, one eyebrow raised as she stared at him.
He swallowed, trying to find his voice, but all he could manage was a weak nod, the heat still pulsing through him, muddling his inexperienced brain.
Jaden shook his head quickly, exhaling through his nose. "Yeah, yeah. Just—" He waved her off, pushing himself to his feet. "You got this under control?"
Velea narrowed her eyes. "You alright?"
"Just need some air."
He stepped outside.
The moment he exited the shuttle, he was hit with a scent so intoxicating it made his knees nearly buckle. He inhaled sharply, his senses assaulted by something warm and exotic. "Those damn Pheromones," he muttered to himself.
He looked up.
Zule.
She was across the hangar. Her toned arms flexed as she moved through her combat routine, sweat pouring down her skin. But that wasn't what snagged his gaze and held it. Her body was a sight that hit him hard. The vest clung to her chest, damp and stretched over her full breasts, the outlines of her nipples faintly visible through the thin material as they pressed against it. Sweat slid down her neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone before dipping into the valley between her tits, making her skin gleam under the hangar lights. Her trousers gripped her hips like a lover's hands, showing off the roundness of her ass—firm and thick—as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Her thighs, strong and curved, strained against the fabric with every step, and the way her muscles tensed sent a jolt straight through him. Her stomach was flat, a sheen of sweat highlighting the subtle lines of her abs, and he couldn't stop staring at her whole body.
He knew that her Pheromones must've been getting stronger in the past few days she's been here but this was ridiculous. He'd never felt anything like this before.
Jaden had never truly felt aroused before—not in the way most people did. The brand that had been put on him had dulled everything, suppressed everything. Now, it was the opposite. He wasn't just aroused—he was on the other side of the spectrum, completely overwhelmed by sensation. His body tensed, his pulse quickened, his mind scrambled for control.
The heat, the scent, the way she moved—it was kriffing unfair.
He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to breathe, forcing himself to keep his thoughts together. He needed a distraction.
"Zule," he called.
She stopped mid-strike, turning toward him. "Yeah?"
"Come here," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral.
Zule wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked over, stopping a few steps in front of him. "What do you need?"
Jaden exhaled slowly, shaking off his distraction. "I need you to do something for me."
She raised an eyebrow. "What kind of something?"
Jaden crossed his arms. "My ship. The Baudo-class star yacht."
Zule nodded. "Aubrie's been taking care of it. It's in a shipyard close to Padmé's apartment."
"Good," Jaden said.
He hadn't planned on retrieving the ship—it was too risky. But with Zule here, getting it was suddenly a much more viable option. If he gave her the right access codes, she could get in, start it up, and fly it down here without drawing too much attention. They hadn't installed his engine onto the old shuttle yet, so switching ships was still an option. The Baudo had better power systems, better shielding. More importantly, he knew that ship.
His engine would fit inside perfectly.
"I need you to sneak over there and bring it here," he said.
Zule hesitated, shifting on her feet. "You sure about that?"
Jaden nodded. "I'll give you the command codes. Everything you need is in the nav system. Just keep it quiet."
She frowned but eventually nodded. "Alright. I'll do it."
Jaden stepped closer, tapping a few commands into his wrist display before handing her a small datachip. "This has the encryption keys and startup protocols. Use the back entrance to the shipyard—security there is lighter. Once you're airborne, keep below major traffic lanes. I don't want anyone noticing."
Zule took the chip, looking at it for a moment before pocketing it. "Fine. I'll get it done."
Jaden exhaled, relieved.
She turned to leave, stretching her arms as she headed toward the hangar exit. Jaden watched her go, rubbing the back of his neck.
This was good.
This was necessary.
But most importantly—this gave him a kriffing break from that pheromone nightmare.
He needed a cold drink. Maybe five.
Jaden ran a hand through his sweat-drenched hair, exhaling sharply. He needed a shower. Desperately. He turned and headed toward the back of the hangar, where he and Velea had set up one of their more useful modifications—a functional water system. It had taken weeks of work, but they had finally managed to put together a purification unit that could cycle and clean enough water to make showers a reality.
They had started by scavenging an old industrial filtration system from one of the abandoned lower-level maintenance zones. It was a mess—corroded tubing, broken valves, a completely shot control system—but the core filtration components were intact. After that, it was a matter of restoring the reverse-osmosis membranes, rigging up a secondary carbon filter to handle the more toxic runoff, and then building a power-efficient pump to keep everything circulating.
The hardest part had been connecting it to a water source. They couldn't tap into the main city lines—not without drawing attention—so they had mapped out an underground flow of runoff condensation from the upper levels. The water was disgusting at first, full of metallic residue, chemicals, and other things Jaden didn't want to think about, but once their filtration system was running, it provided clean, drinkable water.
That water now fed directly into a small, rigged-together shower stall at the edge of their hideout, tucked against the far wall where the bulkheads provided some insulation.
Jaden reached the stall, pulling open the old durasteel door. He stripped off his sweat-soaked underwear, tossing them onto a nearby crate, then stepped inside and activated the water flow.
A few seconds later, clean, cold water poured from the nozzle.
Jaden let out a low, satisfied breath as he stepped under the shower, the hot water hitting his skin and washing away the sweat and grease from hours of work in the choking heat. The stream ran down his body in thick rivulets, sliding over his chest, trickling past his nipples, and pooling around his navel before dripping lower. He ran his hands over his pecs, fingers brushing his own skin, then down his arms, scrubbing off the grime that clung to him, his muscles flexing under the touch. The water felt good, soothing his overheated body, and for the first time in hours, he started to relax.
Then he glanced down.
And his whole body locked up, a jolt of heat shooting straight to his groin.
His cock was rock-hard, standing stiff and throbbing.
Kriff.
He groaned, slamming a hand against his forehead, the sound echoing in the tiled room. The pheromones. Zule's damn pheromones. They'd been fucking with him all day—her scent, her body—it was driving him crazy, he'd had to tuck his dick up into his waistband to stop it from being obvious before.
He could still picture her—those tight trousers gripping her ass, her vest soaked with sweat, nipples poking through, her skin glistening like she was begging to be touched. Jaden stood under the shower, the water pounding against his back, his hand hovering near his stiff cock as his mind wrestled with the throbbing ache Zule's pheromones had left him with. The steam clouded the air, his breath heavy, when suddenly he heard a voice cut through the haze.
"Jaden, I can't wait any longer!" Velea's sharp tone rang out just before the door banged open.
He froze, head snapping toward the sound. There she was—Velea, her pale purple skin catching the dim light, a Twi'lek with those long, swaying lekku draped over her shoulders. She didn't hesitate, already peeling off her grimy work vest, tossing it to the floor with a wet slap. Her large, perky breasts bounced free, nipples a darker violet against her smooth skin. Next came her trousers, yanked down over her hips, revealing the curve of her ass and the lean lines of her legs. She kicked them aside, standing there in nothing but her bare, sweat-streaked purple flesh, her body lithe and glistening from a day's worth of toil.
Before Jaden could process it, she stepped into the shower, the water splashing over her as she crowded into the tight space with him. Her lekku brushed his arm, and the heat of her body was way too close.
"What the kriff do you think you're doing?" he squeaked, his voice pitching up in a way that made him cringe, his hands instinctively jerking to cover his erection.
Velea smirked, water streaming down her face, dripping off her chin. "What's the problem? We've done this before on the Defender."
Which was true. But that was when they'd both needed to clean after not showering for days and they both had somewhere to be. Plus back then Jaden didn't particularly care about the naked woman, she was just naked, he only saw the cold logic behind it, but now he was experiencing the arousal and emotions that should've accompanied it.
"It's different now," he said, his voice still shaky, trying to edge back from her. "Just—get out, Velea, please."
"Hell no," she shot back, planting her hands on her hips, water running over her curves. "I've got a day's worth of muck caked on me—oil, sweat, filth. I need this shower, and I'm not leaving."
She stepped closer, her wet breasts brushing his back as she reached for the water. "Move over, you're hogging it all."
"No way," he snapped, twisting to block her, desperate to keep his hard-on out of sight. He pressed himself against the wall, one hand awkwardly shielding his cock, the other pushing at her shoulder.
She shoved back, her slippery skin sliding against his. "Quit being a baby, Jaden, just—move!" Her hands grabbed at his arms, trying to muscle him aside, her lekku swinging as she jostled him.
They grappled for a moment, water splashing everywhere, their wet bodies sliding and bumping in the cramped space. He grunted, trying to hold his ground, but she was relentless, pushing and tugging. Then she slipped—her foot skidded on the slick floor, and she lurched forward, her hands flailing. Her eyes went wide as she caught herself against him, her gaze dropping right to his uncovered erection, standing stiff and obvious between them.
"Oh," she said, her voice dropping low, a slow grin tugging at her lips as she straightened up, water still pouring over her purple skin, her nipples hard firm the water.
"Kriffing hell," Jaden muttered, his voice tight as he turned his back to Velea, water pounding against his shoulders. His hands clenched into fists, trying to will his erection away, his face burning with humiliation.
Velea stepped back slightly, her purple skin slick under the shower's spray. "Sorry, Jaden, I didn't mean to—look, it's nothing to be ashamed of, okay?" Her tone softened, like she was trying to smooth things over.
He groaned, the sound rough and pained, his whole body cringing at her attempt to comfort him. "Velea, stop, just—don't," he said, rubbing a hand over his face, water dripping off his jaw. Her words only made the embarrassment dig deeper, twisting in his gut.
She tilted her head, lekku shifting as she frowned. "It's Zule, isn't it? Her pheromones messing with you?" God knows they were making her horny.
"Yeah," he admitted, his voice low, almost drowned out by the water. "They've been screwing with my head all day. I thought I could shake it off, but—" He gestured vaguely downward, his hard cock still stubbornly refusing to calm down.
Velea crossed her arms, water running over her bare breasts. "So why don't you just handle it? Take care of it yourself?"
His shoulders hunched, and he avoided her gaze, the heat in his face spreading down his neck. "I've, uh... I've never done anything like this before," he mumbled, barely audible. "I tried looking stuff up on the holonet, but it was all confusing—didn't help."
She blinked, her brows knitting together in confusion. "Wait, what? Why can't you just do it? Don't all guys figure that out, like, naturally?"
Jaden exhaled sharply, turning slightly so the water hit his chest instead. "It's not that simple. Before I linked up with you, I had this thing—a void brand—stuck in my head. Got it removed recently, but before I did, it shut everything down. Arousal, desire, all of it—just gone. I never felt anything like this, but now the brand is gone it's hitting me all at once, full force. I don't know what the kriff I'm doing."
Velea's eyes widened a fraction, and a faint flush crept up her pale purple cheeks as she took him in—really looked at him. His body was lean but strong, water tracing the lines of his abs, his broad shoulders. And his cock—large, thick, still standing rigid—caught her gaze again, making her breath catch for reasons she couldn't quite pin down. She didn't know why the words slipped out, but they did, tumbling from her lips before she could stop them.
"I can help you if you want," she said, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant, her lekku twitching slightly as she stood there, naked and dripping in the shower with him.
(AN: I won't lie to you boys it seems weird adding sexual content to the story after so long. I always intended to do it when I wrote this story but now that I'm adding it I can't help but feel like it's a bit strange. Anyway this chapter is a build up for later with different plot points and shit. Anyway I'm not gonna dive into full blown sex if that's what you're thinking. His first time should be special. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the chapter)
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