Title: “Call me Canderous”

Rating: M for adult situations

Alternate-Universe Star wars: KOTOR-TSL

Summary: After the Exile is attacked by Darth Sion on the droid planet, M4-78, Mandalore, Atton, and the astromech droid, T3-M4, find the broken Jedi’s body, lifeless. After resuscitating her, the Exile lays in a near death like coma in the med-bay.

Characters: LS Exile (Female, Kris’tanya Ralosna), Mandalore, T3-M4, Atton Rand, Kreia, Mira, Visas, HK-47, Bao-dur, G0-T0, Mikal (disciple)

Who this belongs to: LucasArts and Obsidian owns Star Wars, Knights of the old republic: the sith lords. Thank you to Team Gizka for the M4-78 in-game Mod, and to the creator of the ‘Helmet-less Mandalore’ Mod, to whom I owe gratitude for this idea. Kris’tanya Ralosna is property of me.

CHAPTER FOUR

“ Do or do not. There is no try.” –Master Yoda

Mandalore lay atop the Exile, watching her face for any sign of life at all. Five minutes.. ten, maybe, had passed since Mikal had left, and he was sure he could hear muttering outside the door. Atton, Mira, the assassin droid. He paid them no mind, and they knew to stay away. He had heard the Iridonian talk about setting a minor permacrete charge on the doorframe, but it was quicky dismissed by Mira, stating that it would blow a hole in the ships plating. Now, he was finally alone with the Exile, and he was running out of ideas. He felt his body stirring as he lay atop her now cool form, hoping the temperature and his body heat would kickstart her, but it wasn’t working. He slid off her small form, and began to remove his clothing, shirt, pants, boots, leaving him in his black boxers. He crawled atop her lifeless form again, and pulled the blanket over the two of them, pressing his hot body against her, focusing every drop of his wild Mandalorian blood into a near lava heat, causing his temp to spike dangerously. This self control he seldom used save unless in extreme cold, but he needed it now.

He stroked her cheek gently as he felt her body starting to warm to his, her weak form leeching his overbearing heat and making it her own. “Good, Exile, good.. Come on back to me.” He whispered, leaning in to scratch his whiskers against her cheek again. He watched her, and suddenly, her cheek twitched, just slightly. He took her hand in his again, squeezing her fingers. “If you can hear me, Jedi… squeeze my hand.” He asked her in a soft tone, his thumb caressing her knuckles. He raised his other hand to whisk her bangs out of her face, waiting for her reply, but none came. “ Come on, Kris!” He begged her, his eyes darting fracticly. He looked up at the clock.. five hours till they made orbit. If she didn’t wake up now, there would be no way that they would survive. “ Krist’anya Ralosna! Wake up!” He shouted, his thumb rubbing her knuckles a little harder, desperation setting in. “ Squeeze my hand! You can do it!” He pleaded, feeling another hot tear leave his eyes. He shook his head, growling. Something in him snapped, that control leaving his mind as his bead dipped down, crushing his lips against hers. This time, no breath left his mouth to hers, instead, he kissed her fiercely, his body heating even more, to the point of causing him dizziness. He kissed her for a good few minutes, breathing hard through his nose, a growing snarl making his body shudder. In the middle of the liplock, he felt pressure on his hand, causing him to pull back with a gasp. He looked down at their joined hands.. and she was squeezing with all her might!

“That’s my girl!” Mandalore cheered, breaking his hand away from hers to wrap his arms around her, holding her body so close to his that he thought that her flesh would meld with his. He felt her hands run up his sides weakly, stopping just above his hips. The Exile’s lips parted, a soft moan escaping them. Mandalore looked down on her, his brow quirked upward, confused for a moment before understanding and lust hit his brain like an asteroid, scattering his senses and judgement to the winds. His lips fell to her neck, kissing and nibbling her now warm flesh, rubbing his prickly beard into her skin. She gasped, her hold on his hips increasing as her eyes opened at a particularly hard nip, the amber colored orbs focusing instantly.

“ M.. Mandalore?” She muttered as he pulled away, laying her back on the steel table, his hands still around her. “ Hello, Jedi.” He smirked down at her, his eyes dancing in the dim light. She looked around, blinking. “ Mandalore.. How long have I..” She began as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. “ About a week, give or take.. Does it matter? Your back.” He said, a smile painting his normally hard expression. Kris’tanya took a moment, laying beneath him, to gather her wits. “ Sion..” She growled, turning her head to the side. Mandalore cradled her jaw with his hand, turning her eyes to his. “ Hey.. you didn’t know that he’d show up so fast.. We didn’t even catch his ship breaking orbit till minutes later.. Don’t start cryin’ on me, Exile. Your back. We got a Galaxy to save.” He said in a faux hard tone, and started to pull away. “ I should.. Go get my .. rifle cleaned. We’ll be to Dxun in a few hours.” He grunted, stopping his movements when he felt her hand wrap around his wrist. He looked down at her, his eyes drowning in desperation and anxiety. Kris’tanya sat up, holding onto him still, and pulled the larger Mandalorian to her. “You saved my life, Mandalore. Mikal couldn’t do it.. Kreia couldn’t.. No stims or drugs could have done what you did for me.” She purred out, reaching up to caress his jaw, her fingers mincing into his beard. “Hey.. I wasn’t gonna let you die.” Mandalore whispered, his brow furrowing. The Exile wrapped her arm around his sides as best she could, her legs hanging over his hips. “Mandalore.. Don’t walk away from me, please… I know you watch me… I’ve felt your eyes on me more than once.. I’ve heard your mind through the force.. At night, when all you can hear is the hyperdrive and T3’s servos.. You can’t walk away from me, not with what you carry in here.” She said, placing her hand on his chest. “You can’t.”

Mandalore looked down on her, his hard expression fading as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “What about the whole denying yourself love and all that Jedi crap?” He asked her, pressing his chest against hers as he lift her up, her small form fitting against his large body as he sat back down on the table. The Exile smirked, shaking her head, her short, black hair moving like feathers on a breeze. “ The Jedi teach compassion.. Sacrifice, which I would say is the greatest kind of love… Dying to themselves for the universe.” She whispered against his ear, her tongue slipping forth to lick the lobe. “ I’m sick of dying.” Mandalore closed his eyes, holding her to him in a gentle embrace, muttering against her ear in like. “ Have you ever..” He asked softly, his hands massaging her tense shoulders, her pale skin smooth and silky under his touch. She shook her head against his cheek, letting him know her answer. He pulled his head back, his lips hungrily decending on hers in a soft, loving kiss, taking a moment for the Exile to reciprocate. His hand found the back zipper to her jumpsuit, and pulled it down slowly, her perfect body revealing to his eyes inch by inch. Once the offending clothing was cast to the floor, he marveled at her, his now blue-gray eyes scanning over her. Not a scar save the freshly cauterized wound on her stomach, which was sensitive he found, after brushing his muscular stomach against hers. Her fingers danced over his body, finding ever scar, sliding the pads across every dip and slash in his marble like skin. Once finding his Clan’s marking on his arm, her fingertip traced the tattoo, her eyes locked on his as he pulled his boxers down. “ Clan Ordo’s finest…” she smirked, which in return he kissed her passionately, shifting so her back met the table once more, his body just inches above hers.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Exile?” Mandalore asked her, the feeling of uncertainty new to him, and he didn’t like it. Everything he did was a sure thing, there were no margins for doubt, no inklings of any other reason to stop him. But this woman, This beautiful Jedi below him made his mind swim with confusion…lust… Fear… admiration. He stroked her cheek gently, running that hand down her lithe, toned body, till he felt his fingers slide along her hairless womanhood. He applied a small bit of pressure, his index finger finding her inner folds, and flicking the little bundle of nerves he found there. The Exile gasped softly, her hands clinging to him with as much force as she dared. “ Please Mandalore.. I want it…” She pleaded, grinding her hips upward to cause his fingers to rub her wantonly. The Mandalorian nodded, leaning down to kiss her lovingly for a moment. In that small amount of time, Mandalore pressed himself against her entrance, causing her breath to hitch into his mouth as his tongue danced at hers. He grunted at the tightness, applying a little more pressure, this time, he slid into her. Kris’tanya’s eyes opened wide as the kiss broke, a soft whimper of pain leaving her throat as he began to move above her, pushing his large length into her tightness. He withdrew to near out, then plunged back in, causing both to moan. She ground her hips against his as her fingernails left pink lines down his scar covered back, while Mandalore pressed into her, his speed gaining slowly. “ Mhm.. Kris… You feel amazing..” He moaned against her ear, bucking his hips sporadicly now, thrusts gaining speed and hardness. The Exile cried out, clinging to him as she dug her face against his lightly haired chest, kissing each pectoral, her tongue lipping at his nipples. This caused the large man to growl, pressing her against the table as his lips returned the favor, sucking on her left nipple hard, grinding his blunt teeth against it playfully, while his hand kneaded the right breast gently. For a slight, thin woman, her chest was rather nice, hidden beneath starched robes mostly.. but here, she was naked and beautiful before him.

One or two more hard thrusts had the Exile seeing stars, her nails digging into his shoulders as she orgasmed, moaning his title. Mandalore grunted, kissing her neck hungrily as a flood of her pleasure hit him, He could feel it on the physical level.. and somehow, in his head, in his heart.. As if the force itself was crying out to him in release. Every synapse in his head exploded it seemed as he looked down at her, his mouth agape slightly, snarling, his canine teeth prevalent. He began hammering into her with all his power, causing the table to hit the metal wall with a loud clang, The Exile moaning under him like a Shyrrack calling out to its brood, like a Denoguin space Dragon mourning the stars. Mandalore could hold back no more, He let off a primal roar against her neck as he came into her tight slit, seeing stars himself as his thrusts slowed, pumping more than enough of his Mandalorian seed into her womb. After a moment or two, he near collapsed on her, his breathing heavy, his eyes locked on hers.

The Exile purred softly, hugging Mandalore to her tightly as he did her, muttering against his ear about how he saved her… how thankful she was… How he was a credit to his race, which made him chuckle. Mandalore sighed, kissing her forhead. “ Door Unlock, Voice Recognition Mandalore, Fifteen twenty.” He spoke, as the door unlocked. He couldn’t hear anyone out there, but he knew this couldn’t last forever. He looked up at the clock, the time was ticking away, and the time for action would be soon. He stood, pulling his shirt and pants on, as Kris’tanya pulled her Baran-Do Master robes on, wrinkled from disuse. “ Mandalore.. What do you thinks going to happen to us, Once we get to Dxun?” She asked, buckling her belt, and affixing her two silver lightsabers. Mandalore shrugged, having pulled his armor on, the seals locking. He looked back at the Jedi before he put his helmet on, smiling weakly. “ I don’t know, Exile. But I do know this. After its all over with, and you need a place to come home to.. Come hell or high water.. your welcome with my people. I’d change every law we have to make you a Mandalorian. I’d take care of you, Exile.” He said, trying not to admit his emotions in his words. The Jedi nodded, catching every tone, every feeling. She smiled, walking up to him and giving his arm a slight hug. “ I know. Don’t forget about what you just said.. I have a feeling that after we’re free of this mess, When the universe is safe, I’ll need a home. And I couldn’t think of having it anywhere but on Dxun, with Mandalore.” She grinned, walking out the door. The armored man sighed, walking quickly to catch her swift stride. “ Kris’tanya?” He asked, his voice filtered through his helmet. She looked back, her eyes filled with light and life. “ Yes, Mandalore?” She asked, turning. He looked back and forth to check that the halls were clear, before he stepped closer, pulling his helmet up just a bit to be able to lean in and kiss her cheek.

“ Call me Canderous.”

THE END

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