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“I’ve tried my best to sit back and stay out of it, because it’s business best kept between you and Din, but I can tell it’s started to negatively affect Din emotionally,” Jango said suddenly.
Boba lowered his drink and sighed, knowing exactly what this was in regards to. Boba and Din had long moved out of Jango’s apartment into their own place, and they were ready to start a family. They’d been trying for eight months. Two heats. They’d been unsuccessful. Nothing was wrong with either of them according to the droids. It was perfectly normal to sometimes take a year to conceive, or so they said. Din, however, was starting to view it as a failure on his part. “At this point, Dad, I’ll take any advice I can get.”
“Good, because I spoke with Obi-Wan, and he made a suggestion,” Jango went on, the look on his face growing serious. “One that I know he would not make lightly and without serious thought.”
Sighing, Boba picked his drink back up. “Some Jedi magic?”
“No,” Jango shook his head. “No magic. No Force. It’s more like…more man power.”
Boba choked on his drink as he swallowed and some liquid dribbled out of the sides of his mouth. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I know, just listen,” Jango instructed, holding up a hand. “You’ve said it yourself, Boba, that sometimes you feel you can’t keep up with Din during his heats so maybe you need some help. Help from people that share your exact genetic makeup.”
The alpha had to bite the inside of his cheek to prove this was reality and not some weird dream he was having. If he had talked to Obi-Wan, did that mean he was talking about himself!? Had the Jedi given his blessing? “You…want me to share my mate with you during a heat?”
“Not just me, but with some of your brothers,” Jango clarified. “There aren’t many that are sexually experienced and that I would trust with Din, but there are some.”
Boba couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His father and Obi-Wan - his mate - wanted Boba to share his mate with his own father and siblings?! He couldn’t help it. He clenched his teeth and let out a growl, dark eyes throwing a challenge at his own father.
“You need to put aside your pride and do what will help your mate be happy again,” Jango told him, not reacting to the challenge at all. “This isn’t sexual in an intimate way, it’s breeding. At the end of the day, he’s still your mate, and no matter who it is that ends up impregnating Din, the child is yours.”
Well of course it would be his. There was literally no way they’d be able to tell, anyways. Boba absolutely hated the idea on a personal level, but his father was right. This wasn’t just about him, it was about Din and his wants and needs. Din desperately wanted to be pregnant, and this would greatly increase the odds. “I don’t even know if Din would be ok with this.”
“So talk to him about it,” Jango instructed. “Gauge his interest and comfort.”
Boba couldn’t believe he was actually considering this. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been around some of his brothers naked before, but no one had gotten an erection and absolutely no one was having sex. Then there was his father! Of course, having another alpha made sense, but…He let out a small groan. It was just breeding. Business, not intimacy. There were many breeding programs like this that he’d encountered on different planets. Ways to help omegas that had difficulties, or maybe didn’t have a partner at all. At least this way, there’d be a guarantee that the child would still be 50% Fett at the end of the day. “Alright. Ok. I’ll talk to Din about it.”
“I love you both, Boba, and I just want to help,” Jango reached across the table and brushed a curl away from his son’s face. “I’ll never forget the first time I held you in my arms and how happy it made me. I want Din to be able to feel that. For you to feel it.”
Nodding, Boba downed the rest of his drink. “I think I could use a shot.”
He returned home from dinner and drinks with his father to find Din already back from the temple with Grogu. Din welcomed him home with a kiss and open arms. Boba tried to remain calm and act normal, but he failed miserably. How could he possibly act calm about his father and brothers sticking their dicks in his omega? Of course, as soon as they settled down into bed, Din called his poor bluff.
“Something is bothering you,” Din sighed, pressing a kiss to Boba’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his alpha.
To put it lightly. “I, uh…had an interesting conversation with Dad tonight.”
“Oh?” Din lifted his head in slight concern. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, he’s fine,” Boba assured him, turning around in Din’s arms. “It’s…about our current situation. About trying to get pregnant.” Din’s face fell, and in that moment Boba knew he had to do this. He needed Din to smile again. To be truly happy. “He had a suggestion that might help.”
Licking his lips uncertainly, Din swallowed and lowered his gaze. “What is it?”
“Kriff, this is going to sound completely crazy, but Dad wants to be a part of your heat along with some of my brothers,” Boba explained, not bothering to cut corners. “To increase our chances.” Boba expected Din to immediately protest. He expected him to act surprised and question it. What he didn’t expect was the sudden scent of arousal from his mate.
Din rolled onto his back and stared up. “So…you and Buir …and your brothers…all there. All…taking me.”
“Uh, well. Yeah,” Boba answered, sitting up in bed in surprise. The scent of arousal was growing. “Din. Are you…do you want that!?”
Din immediately blushed and turned away trying to hide. “No! Yes! I mean! Well…it’s…it would be like having sex with ten of you. How can I not like the idea of that?”
“Yeah, but they aren’t me!” Boba argued, feeling a little offended. He grabbed Din’s hand and pried it from his face before pushing him onto his back and straddling the omega so they had to look at one another. “Tell me. Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”
“I’m not-,”
Boba tightened his grip. “Din. I can smell you. Your arousal is stenching up the entire apartment. Tell me. What are you imagining?”
Letting out a small shiver, Din bit his lower lip. “Well…it would of course start with you. You comforting me and making me feel at home as my heat starts. But you wouldn’t take me first. No… Buir would take me first. He would knot me first to kick my heat into gear. Then it would be your brothers, each taking a turn and having their way with me. But you’d always be there, Boba. I’d always be looking at you. Thinking of you. Wanting you. But I wouldn’t have to wait for a knot to deflate each time. As betas, they could just keep going and going…cumming and cumming. Filling me with their seed. Your seed. Buir’s seed. “
Kriff. Boba might have been getting hard.
“But it would all end with you, cyar’ika,” Din assured him, grinding his hips up. “It would all end with your knot inside of me, sealing all of the seed inside my womb. It would end with you, because you are my forever.” Despite the very obvious boner in his pants, his face must have been telling a different story, because Din sunk into the bed with shame. “I’m so sorry, Boba. You probably don’t want this at all. Of course it’s a horrible idea! I don’t -,”
Boba shut him up with a kiss and reached for one of the omega’s hands to cup his cock. “I think that would argue that I don’t want it. Yeah, being in a room naked with my family taking turns emptying their load in you is definitely going to be a little weird, but if it gets you pregnant, then it would all be worth it. I want whatever makes you happy, baby. Just don’t enjoy it too much. It’ll hurt my feelings.”
“I love you so much, Boba,” Din told him with honest eyes. “Thank you…thank you for even entertaining this for me.” The omega began to creep his fingers beneath the waistband of Boba’s pants. “Let me thank you properly.” Using his bodyweight, Din pressed against Boba and switched their positions.
Boba would do anything to make Din happy. Anything. He’d kill every living thing in the galaxy if Din asked it of him. That’s how much Boba loved the omega in his lap. He let his eyes flutter closed as his cock was pulled from his pants and given a few strokes. “I dunno, Din’ika. One blowjob to let my family gangbang you doesn’t seem fair.”
“If I get pregnant, it’ll be a lot more than one,” Din argued as he tugged Boba’s pants down harshly. “And I’m sure I’ll be really, really horny. A lot.”
Kriff, the thought of Din’s belly swollen while he rode Boba’s cock was enough to almost have him cumming untouched. “I sure hope you are.”
Smirking, Din bent down and took Boba into his mouth. Letting out a shuddered sigh, the alpha buried his fingers into the omega’s soft curls and gave him encouraging pulls as his head bobbed up and down. Din really took his time licking and sucking his way up and down Boba’s length, but he always knew exactly how to send Boba over the edge. No matter how long or short the omega decided to keep the alpha in his mouth, the same thing always had Boba cumming - a gentle swirl of Din’s tongue around his head before he flicked the tip and then sucked hard. This time was no different, and Boba was grunting as he came inside Din’s mouth, cock twitching with release.
Sitting back on his heels, Din wiped away a bit of cum that had dribbled down onto his chin. “So, which one of your brothers agreed to this?”
“None of them yet,” Boba said as he stuffed himself back into his pants and sat up on his elbows. “I wasn’t going to ask without your permission.”
Din’s face fell and he bit his lower lip nervously. “But…what if none of them agree?”
Pushing the rest of the way up, Boba cupped Din’s chin in his palm. “I know without a doubt Rex and Cody would do this for us at the very least. Most clones don’t exactly get out and, well, even have sex, but I know for a fact some of them do. It’s just a matter of figuring out who, and if they can help. I’ll send a message to them tomorrow, telling them we need to talk. Is there anyone you don’t want to be there?”
Din gave it a brief moment of thought, but then shook his head. “There hasn’t really been any of your brothers that I haven’t liked. Or at least had a negative opinion of.”
There were a few that got on Boba’s last nerve, and he certainly had a few in mind he wouldn’t let touch Din in an intimate way, but it was few and far between. Family was supposed to annoy you, especially siblings. “Ok. Let me take care of everything. You just try to relax and let me know when you think your next heat is coming on.” The medical droids had constantly pointed out that stress would not help Din to conceive, but the omega was easily stressed. It was a daily battle.
“Ok,” Din nodded, settling into their nest next to Boba and curling up against him.
As promised, the next day Boba sent messages to Cody and Rex. He preferred to speak with them together, not wanting to have to explain this more than once, so he told them to let him know when they were together and that it wasn’t urgent. They likely had a month to prepare before Din’s next heat. He’d more or less been on a consistent cycle.
It was three days before Boba finally received an incoming transmission.
“Hey!” Boba exclaimed as he accepted the transmission just in time, having gotten distracted cleaning his weapons. “Cody, Rex!”
“Everything alright there, little brother?” Rex asked.
“Yeah, yeah,” Boba nodded. “Um, are you guys somewhere private?”
The clones looked at each other. Rex shrugged. “There’s some other clones around. Why?”
“Uh, I really need you two to go somewhere private,” Boba said, clearing his throat. “Just the two of you.”
The clones shared a glance once more, but they nodded and told him to give him a moment. Their pictures disappeared for a few minutes, but then they returned.
“Alright. We’re all alone,” Cody said. “What’s going on? Is everything alright? Is Din ok?”
Boba sucked in a nervous breath. “Well, no one is in danger, but I wouldn’t say everything is alright, either. You know that Din and I have been trying for a while to get pregnant, and we haven’t had success.”
“Sorry to hear that, little brother,” Cody said sympathetically, “but how can we possibly help?”
Kriff, Boba couldn’t even remember the last time he felt this nervous. Maybe when he’d mated Din officially by exchanging vows of riduurok. “Funny you should ask that. General Kenobi actually made a suggestion to Dad. One where you both might help. You and…uh…some of our other brothers. Because…we all share the exact same genetic makeup.”
Both clone’s eyebrows raised immediately.
“But, we’re just betas,” Cody reminded him.
“Yeah, well, that’s why there’d be two alphas there, too,” Boba continued on, becoming more and more grateful this was a holocom call where they couldn’t see his intense blushing and embarrassment. “Look, I know this is a lot to ask. It sounds crazy, it is crazy, but I would never ask this if I wasn’t desperate. We need help.”
“Then we’re here to help,” Rex reassured him immediately. “Not going to lie, it’s definitely a strange request - one I never thought I’d get in a million years - but I’m ready to help.”
Cody nodded firmly. “Me, too. I’m assuming Din is alright with all of this?”
“Yes,” Boba nodded. “I’ve already talked to him. I just need your help figuring out who else we can bring in.”
Humming, Cody stroked his chin. “Well, I’m hesitant to say it, but Wrecker immediately comes to mind.”
“He might actually break Din!” Rex immediately argued.
And Din would probably like it. “Din, ah, gets pretty aggressive during his heats. I don’t think you should worry about that.”
“Well, if you aren’t worried about being gentle, then I’d add Wolffe to the list,” Rex said.
“Fox,” Cody added. “With as little excitement that happens on Coruscant these days, I know he gets out and about.”
“Fives would be good,” Rex went on. “He actually had a few months stint with an omega when we were on an extended mission on Yrlly.”
“Hevy?” Cody suggested, looking at Rex.
Rex nodded. “Probably. What about Waxer? He’s always had a soft spot for kids.”
“Yes, I think he’d think it a privilege to take part in the creation of one,” Cody agreed before raising a brow. “How many exactly are you looking for?”
That was already eight clones, and with him and his Dad, that made ten. “Ah, I think that’s enough, if they all agree.” Stars, Din taking ten different dicks inside of him. Would he even be able to handle that? Of course a heat lasted more than a day, but that still seemed like a lot. Better more than not enough, he guessed. “Do you need me to reach out to them?”
“Let us handle that,” Cody said. “But with all of us in different units, we’ll need help coordinating release when Din’s heat comes.”
“I’ll worry about that,” Boba told him. “Once you confirm they’ll all do it, I’ll have General Kenobi figure out the logistics.”
“Still not calling him Mom?” Cody teased.
Boba rolled his eyes. “No.” He liked Obi-Wan. Honestly. He was the only Jedi that Boba liked, but just because he and his Dad were now mates it didn’t mean he was his buir. Boba was just too old to be able to accept that kind of relationship in his life at this point, and Obi-Wan never seemed to mind. It was Din that had taken to it, but that was no surprise given how quickly he’d taken to it with Jango. “Thank you. Both of you. I really can’t express how much this means to us.”
“Of course, kid. Anything we can do to help you and Din out. I just hope it works,” Rex said.
Yeah, so did Boba.
With the clones’ help confirmed, Jango and Boba got to work gathering all the supplies they’d need. Having sex in a group setting was much different than when it was just him and Din. They’d need far more towels and blankets. A breeding bench that would accommodate Din both on his back and stomach depending on how he was feeling. Boba had just figured the bed would work fine, but Jango made a point that the bench tilted his hips to the best position for breeding. Then there was stocking up on food and drinks that were specifically designed for omegas in heat. To help replenish their fluids, salts, and vitamins with how quickly they could deplete during a heat. Boba might have also started researching foods that increased sperm production. He also picked up candles with natural scents that were supposed to help arousal and reproduction. Boba didn’t care how silly or superstitious something seemed. He’d do it.
The second Din began to show symptoms of a heat, he told his father who then reached out to Obi-Wan to make arrangements with the clones. They also notified the Temple that Grogu wouldn’t be coming home for the rest of the week. Din was already too far in pre-heat to visit, but Boba made sure to tell Grogu himself that he needed to take care of Din for a few days. Together, he and his father rearranged everything in the living room and created a massive breeding nest ready for Din’s heat while the omega prepared in their bedroom.
“You can still say no at any time,” Boba reminded Din, feeling the omega’s nerves growing with every moment.
Din shook his head. “It’s not that. I’m just afraid this won’t work. What else do we have to turn to after this?”
“We haven’t exhausted everything yet, Din,” Boba assured him, kissing the top of his sweaty forehead. “One day at a time.”
By the stars, please work, Boba begged. Please.
Two days later, Din’s heat was in full swing. No amount of walls or doors could contain his smell. Stripped of all of his clothing, Din was already covered in a sheen of sweat as he writhed uncomfortably in their bed with soft moans. Boba’s father and brothers were all there, ready and waiting. Stripping himself of his own clothes, Boba crawled into bed next to his mate.
“Tell me what you need Din,” Boba whispered into his ear. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
Groaning, Din rolled onto his back and spread his legs. “Can you just…please…your fingers…your mouth.”
“Of course,” Boba responded, running his hand across Din’s thigh before finding his wet and swollen folds. With careful fingers, he began to stretch and open the omega while he kissed him. His whole hand was coated in slick by the time he worked Din to his first orgasm. The omega shivered against him, and Boba gently nipped at his mating gland. A reassurance to both of them that they were mates, and nothing that would happen over the next few days would change that. They belonged to each other and no one else. “Are you ready? Or do you want to wait a little longer?”
Din shook his head. “I’m…I’m ready. Kriff…I need…I feel so empty, Boba. More than I’ve ever felt.”
“You won’t feel that way for long, my love,” Boba promised him. “Can you walk? Or do I need to carry you?”
Din let out a huff and smiled softly. “I can walk…but you can also carry me. A reminder of who is in charge.” A heat flash came over the omega, and his brow furrowed as he squeezed his legs together. “Druk…Boba…maybe I can’t walk.”
“Ok, ok, I got you,” Boba hurried off the bed and started to pull his omega into his arms. Scooping him up, Boba sucked in a breath and readied himself for the main event. He was nervous, but not about his brothers being there. He was nervous about the success of it all.
Hitting the button for the door with his elbow, it slid open and his nose was filled with various aromas. An aroused alpha. Many aroused betas. Candles that smelled like nothing he’d ever smelt before, but had him suddenly feeling possessive and needy which wasn’t exactly good in this particular situation. Biting the inside of his cheek, he told his alpha to simmer down. No one here was challenging him.
Boba thought it would feel stranger seeing all of his brothers and his father gathered around naked and ready, but his mind had already figured out how to compartmentalize it. All of them were respectfully sitting or propped against the wall. Plus, how many of his brothers had Boba already seen naked? So many. They’d all seen each other, too, because that was just military life. It also helped that in the end, other than the unique scars each of them bore, their bodies were exactly alike.
Some sets of eyes opened from where they were closed as Boba entered with Din, but everyone stayed exactly where they were. They knew better, because any sudden movements towards Din without Boba’s approval could set him off. While all clones besides him and his father were betas, they were still educated in the basics of secondary genders to not cause further conflict during missions when engaging races that had them.
“How do you want to be laid?” Boba asked Din as he approached the bench. “Back or stomach?”
Din just grunted as he pressed his forehead to Boba’s chest. He was growing hotter with every second.
“Stomach will probably be more comfortable,” Boba suggested. That, and then Din wouldn’t be looking his brothers in the eye. That was for his peace of mind, not necessarily Din’s. Din eventually nodded against his chest in agreement.
Boba helped settle him face down onto the bench. There were cushions for his knees and a soft blanket had been laid down on top of it. Of course it would get ruined, but Din’s comfort was worth it. The main bench tilted down so that Din’s ass was fully raised and legs spread. Turning his head, Din pressed his cheek to the bench and settled in with a relieved sigh. A few of the clones palmed themselves with stifled moans. Boba couldn’t blame them. He knew Din was a sight to see.
Getting down to his knees in front of Din’s face, Boba placed a palm to his cheek and pressed his lips to the omega’s damp forehead. “I’m right here, mesh’la. I’m right here through all of this, ok?” Din nuzzled his hand in acknowledgement, but his eyes had gone completely black. He was about to be lost to the haze. Sucking in a final breath, Boba raised his head and looked his father in his eyes before lowering his gaze in quiet submission and permission. This would begin and end with an alpha to help trick Din’s body into thinking his brothers were alphas, too.
Jango approached the bench and pressed a gentle hand to the low of Din’s back. Leaning forward, he whispered, “Udesiir, omega. We are all here to take care of you, but if at anypoint you want to stop, we stop. If your alpha tells us to stop, we stop. Understand?” Jango waited for Din to give some sort of acknowledgement, but he didn’t. “Omega. Johaa’ir.” Boba had to swallow down the growl at the order given to his omega. But it was necessary. Din had to give his consent verbally to all of them here and now.
“Elek,” Din finally responded in understanding and acceptance.
“Good,” Jango nodded, sliding his hand up Din’s back to his neck and giving it a soft squeeze. Placing his other hand on Din’s hip, he lined himself in and slowly sunk into the omega’s wet heat.
Din’s lip parted in a loud moan and his nails dug into the bench.
Stars, Boba didn’t realize how hard it would be to fight down his alpha once this started. He had to grip a blanket beneath his knees with one hand painfully hard to keep him level headed. Boba’s base instincts didn’t understand the reasoning behind this. It couldn’t separate the business transaction side of this whole thing. Boba kept repeating in his head why they were doing this, trying to get the other side of him to simmer down.
Closing his eyes, Jango began to slowly move inside Din with shallow thrusts. He whispered comforting words in Mando’a until the omega was stretched around him, and then he lengthened and hardened his thrusts. Jango was the only one present that Boba would allow to place kisses to Din’s neck and shoulder blades. It wasn’t meant to be real intimate, it was just meant to coax Din into that false sense of alpha and mate all around him. Din loved praise. Nothing made him melt like encouraging words, and Boba could see his mate sinking into the bench with relief, joy, and submission with every word his father spoke.
The sounds of sex filled the room. The squelching of Din’s wet cunt and the slapping of Jango’s balls against the back of the omega’s thighs. Grunts of pleasure and whines of ecstasy. Boba had created blood red welts in the shape of nails on the inside of his palm, but his alpha was beginning to see reason and accept it. With a gasp, Jango’s hips stilled and his hand on Din’s throat tightened as he locked his knot within the omega and painted his walls with the first load of white. “Good boy,” Jango praised, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Very good boy.”
Din whimpered, and although Boba couldn’t see it, he could smell the release of slick the omega let out around his father’s knot.
The tension that began to build as they waited for Jango’s knot to deflate was almost unbearable. Every clone was waiting to see who would go next. While betas didn’t tend to have the fight for dominance that alphas did, they were all brothers. There was a sibling rivalry that superseded any secondary gender instincts.
“Someone who is gentle,” Jango called forth as he slowly pulled out with a sigh. Din was still in the early stages. Wrecker or Wolffe at this point wouldn’t be good.
“Fox,” Rex ordered with a nod of his head towards Din.
Out of habit, Fox saluted and approached the bench. He was hesitant, but in the type of way in which he was just trying to be as respectful and caring as possible to Din. Just in his current mannerisms, Boba could tell Fox was an attentive lover.
“Touch, but don’t kiss,” Boba instructed him with a slight growl. He’d tolerate it from his father, another alpha, but no one else was allowed to actually show real affection towards Din. He knew it would send him over the edge.
Fox nodded without hesitation. “Of course, sir.”
Din whimpered. “Please…”
“You heard him,” Boba tilted his head and nodded.
Spreading Din’s swollen folds with his thumbs, Fox entered Din in one slow stroke. Closing his eyes with a sigh, he placed both hands on the omega’s hips and found a steady rhythm. After a minute, he eventually let his hands roam with soft caresses. Fox, ever the caring clone, even reached around between Din’s legs and grabbed his small cock. Din let out strangled moans and the muscles of his back rippled with pleased tension. Not unsurprisingly, Fox had Din shaking with his second orgasm of the night within minutes. Fox was not far behind.
Rex has seemed to work out the order in advance, calling Fives up next to the bench. Din was never left without a cock filling him for more than a few seconds. After Fives was Cody and then Waxer. All of them were rather gentle with Din with soft and careful caresses, but Din was tired of that. Boba knew the sounds and signs. He was pushing his ass up and back wanting more. Boba could see the slick and cum dripping from Din’s thighs to the blankets below and he licked his lips. Kriff, his cock was so hard right now it hurt.
“Alpha,” Din moaned as Rex entered him. His dark eyes looked up at Boba, pleading.
Boba wasn’t quite sure what he was asking for at first, until the omega opened his mouth and nuzzled the hairs at the base of the alpha’s cock. Stars. Yeah. Yeah, he definitely needed that. Pressing through his heels he stood and lined up his already hard and aching cock with Din’s mouth. Groaning, Boba’s eyes rolled back into his head as his dick was sucked in and covered with warm spit. Rex’s thrusts naturally shoved Din forward and back and it felt oh so good. Burying his fingers into Din’s curls, Boba gave the omega’s scalp a rough tug. Din choked briefly on the alpha’s cock, but recovered and fell into a rhythm matching Rex’s thrusts. The clone’s thrusts were hard enough that Boba’s cock touched the back of Din’s throat with each lurch forward. It didn’t take much for Boba to cum with that. Smelling Din’s arousal as his father and brothers came in him hadn’t gone without reaction. Boba cursed as his cum spilled over his omega’s chin, cock twitching between his red and swollen lips. He was supposed to end all of this. He still had a job to do. Yet…there were still three clones to go. Boba had plenty of time to get hard again.
Boba knew that Hevy would start to increase the intensity even more than Rex, and he didn’t disappoint. But as he began thrusting a little harder and fiercer Boba began to notice the slight discomfort in Din’s face. “Din? What’s wrong? Speak.”
“Yaihi’l,” Din whined in answer. Full. He was full.
“Stop,” Boba ordered.
Hevy obeyed immediately and pulled out. “Is he alright? Omega?” The hand he pressed to the base of Din’s back was far gentler than the way he’d been thrusting in him seconds ago. There was genuine concern in his features, which was rare to see.
“He’s uncomfortable,” Boba told him. Grabbing Din’s hand, Boba brought it to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “Let’s turn you over.” With careful hands, Boba helped Din turn over on the bench. It became very clear how distended Din’s belly was in this position, so many loads in such a small amount of time, but the omega spread his legs without hesitation begging for more.
“More,” Din begged, now in a more comfortable position.
“At your pleasure, omega,” Hevy obeyed with a smirk, pressing a hand to the back of Din’s thigh before thrusting back in. He was the firmest one yet, digging into Din’s skin with his fingers hard enough they’d leave prints. The clone came close to biting the inside of the omega’s thigh until Boba growled in warning. “Sorry, brother, having a hard time containing myself with this fine piece of specimen between my legs.”
“Hevy,” Cody warned with dark eyes.
“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized as he went back to the job at hand.
Kriff, seven loads. Seven loads had already been emptied inside his omega, and Din showed no signs of giving up despite his swollen belly. Like this, Boba could truly imagine what Din would look like pregnant. He shivered at the image, and that was plenty to get him hard again. When Din reached between his legs and shoved two fingers into his pussy to make sure cum didn’t escape, Boba thought he might blow his load again. The alpha had to squeeze the base of his knot and bite his lip to stop it. To Din, every drop of cum was too important to go to waste.
“Don’t worry, omega, you don’t need those fingers when you have my cock,” Wolffe assured him as he stepped forward. The second to last clone. His one good eye was gleaming with excitement, and he had a predatory smile. If he wasn’t Boba’s brother, he might think less of him, but this was just Wolffe. The clone grabbed Din’s wrist and removed his fingers, immediately replacing them with his cock. Din let out a pleased grunt. Wolffe brought Din’s hand to his lips and pressed the omega’s coated fingers into his mouth and sucked. When he pulled them out with a pop, Din’s fingers were clear of cum but coated in the beta’s spit. “You are a beautiful thing, aren’t you? Little brother here is so lucky.” He thrusted up and hard, hitting exactly where Din needed to be hit. The omega arched off the bench with a loud cry.
Boba needed a distraction, because if he didn’t, he was going to fight his own brothers to claim his omega. His time would come, soon, but alpha did not understand. Falling back to his knees, Boba tilted Din’s chin back, pressed his palm’s to the omega’s cheeks, and kissed him fiercely. Moaning into Boba’s mouth, Din reached up a hand and grabbed onto his alpha’s bicep to anchor himself. Without it, Wolffe could have easily sent him off the bench. Noticing this, the clone bent down and grabbed onto the omega’s shoulder to steady them both.
The squelching sound of seven, soon to be eight, loads of cum churning inside of Din mixed with slick echoing off the walls of the room was the most obscene thing Boba had ever heard. Wolffe maneuvered Din’s legs over his shoulders and bent the omega in half to deepen his rough thrusts. With a sharp breath, Din pulled away from Boba’s lips and then cried out as his thighs tensed and quivered with his next orgasm.
“What a good omega,” Wolffe purred, “almost there!” Increasing his pace, he raked his hand down Din’s chest, purposely moving over his perk nipple. Tears started to form in the corners of Din’s eyes and he started to whisper a pleading mantra in Mando’a. When Wolffe finally came, he shoved Din’s body half way up the bench from the force of it all. If Boba hadn’t been there to stop him, he might have fallen off.
Kriff, Boba wasn’t sure if Din could do it anymore. He was covered in sweat, cum, and slick. His heartbeat was going a mile a minute and his stomach was rising and falling rapidly. “Din. Are you ok? Can you go on?”
Din looked up at Boba and shuddered. “Yes, alpha.”
“Careful what you ask for, omega,” Wrecker said as he approached. “They don’t call me Wrecker for nothing.”
In a move Boba could have never expected, Din used his powerful core to sit up on the bench. He placed a hand to Wrecker’s chest and looked up at him. “Then wreck me.” Din was like this all the time in bed with Boba, but with someone else? There might have been a small pang of jealousy.
Chuckling, Wrecker grabbed Din’s throat. “It’s alright, omega. There’ll be no doubt you’re pregnant after I get done with you.” He slammed Din back down against the bench, hand still on his throat, and swiftly entered him. Boba’s nostrils flared, and he was two seconds from snapping until he saw Din claw his way up Wrecker’s arm and told him to come on.
Kriff, Boba really was the luckiest alpha in the galaxy. This was reminding him of that every second.
Grabbing onto the bench with white knuckles, Wrecker pounded into the omega beneath him, living up to his name. Tears streamed down the sides of Din’s cheeks as the air was partly restricted, but Boba could feel the lust and desire through their bond. Din liked it. He wanted it. Reaching up with his right hand, Din’s fingers brushed against the burn marks on the side of Wrecker’s head and then gently grazed over his blind eye. It was so gentle against Wrecker’s brutal thrusts that it threw him off, and there was a brief moment where his guard fell and he melted against the omega’s touch. Realizing he’d faltered, he turned cold again by grabbing Din’s hand and roughly pinning it over his head. Boba had to move out of the way, almost getting struck by it.
Wrecker held nothing back. His nails left scratches down the outside of Din’s thighs and bruises on the inside. He had Din cumming not once, but twice, as he jerked the omega off in his large hand. He also lasted the longest of any of the clones, clearly the most experienced. When he finally did cum, he bent down and nipped Din’s lower lip. Boba snapped at him with his teeth and growled. Wrecker laughed, reached up and ruffled Boba’s hair, and then pulled out of Din. “All you, little brother. Seal the deal.”
More than ready to have his turn, Boba shoved his much bigger brother out of the way and took his place between his mate’s legs. Bending down, he kissed Din hard. “Almost there, meshl’a. ” Kriff, this was the first time Boba had actually seen between Din’s legs and he was completely wrecked. His pussy was bright red and swollen. Beaten and bruised. Cum and slick was oozing out and smeared against the inside of his thighs and on his stomach. There was a slight tremble to Din’s thighs even though they were in a resting position. A resting position that laid him all bare to the room. Din was tiring. He couldn’t take much more. Boba would certainly be it. He had to be. Bending down, he found Din’s mating bond and sucked on it hard. A rush of emotions exchanged between them. Any jealousy he’d felt disappeared, because all he felt was love. Love for him and no one else.
Boba could be rough with Din, but the omega had had enough of that. Boba was gentle as he entered Din, but he was possessive with his lips and teeth. He bit and nipped his way down Din’s neck and across his shoulders. Boba would leave his own set of bruises that none of his brothers were allowed to leave. Whispering soft words of love and adoration, Boba pressed their foreheads together and held his omega close to him until his knot swelled and finally locked the last several hours of sex and cum inside of him. There was so much that Boba could feel some of it leak around his knot.
The clones and Jango took turns quickly cleaning themselves and grabbing protein bars and electrolyte drinks while Boba was knotted. They also pulled the soiled blankets and replaced them with clean ones. Jango and Rex cleaned Din’s skin with wet rags as Boba deflated and pulled out, and then they carefully moved him to the soft blankets below. Cody brought Din omega specific drinks and bars, coaxing him to swallow with a whole other day to go. All of them did their part to make sure Din was as comfortable as he could be, though it didn’t take long for the omega to fall asleep with exhaustion. Boba and Jango pressed close to him, but the rest of the clones found their spot to rest close by to help Din feel completely safe and wanted.
Boba woke the next morning to a complete fire against his skin. Din was burning. Burning worse than he’d ever felt. His stomach had flattened again, but there was an endless pool of slick between his legs, his cunt pulsing every few seconds in anticipation of a cock filling it. The omega was whining, and when Boba sat up, he realized something else. Din’s chest was swollen with heat milk. Boba licked his lips. Moving into action, Boba pulled Din into his arms and set him on his back on the breeding bench.
“I’m here,” Jango told him, running a gentle hand up and down Din’s thigh. “It’s bad.”
“Yes,” Boba agreed. “But that’s good, right?”
Jango nodded, “Yes. Easy, Din. Easy ad’ika. We’ve got you.” With one hand on Din’s hip and the other pressed against his chest, Jango entered Din. His thrusts were soft and gentle, but Din’s face still scrunched in discomfort. It wasn’t Jango’s cock. It was his chest. Boba’s father caught on quickly, and he bent down and pressed his lips to a nipple before sucking hard. Din practically sobbed with relief. Jango’s hand moved to the other breast and began to message it as he sucked and thrust. Beads of white began to form on the omega’s bare nipple.
“How about a little help there, omega?” Fox offered, approaching the bench and falling to his knees. Jango removed his hand and Fox pressed his lips to the other nipple and sucked. Tears of reprieve fell down Din’s cheeks as both breasts were suckled and his pussy was filled.
All of them took turns fucking Din and drinking from his breasts. Din was a sobbing mess by the end of it all. His belly had swelled to match his chest and every limb trembled. At least his heat fever had broken. This would be all he could take of the clones. They paid their respects to the omega with gentle touches and caresses to his skin before they cleaned themselves up. Each one of them pressed a gentle kiss to Din’s belly with Boba’s permission. Silently dressing, they all left. Their job was done.
Jango cleaned up what he could while Boba tended to Din. He wiped the omega clear of spit and cum and made sure he got his nutrients before moving him back into the bedroom to their bed. Jango joined them when he was done, and together Boba and his father pressed against Din in a cocoon. Breathing and heart finally at a normal level, Din let out a long pleased sigh as he snuggled up against both alphas. Forehead pressed against Boba’s shoulder, and legs intertwined with Jango’s, Din began to softly purr.
Boba’s eyes widened in surprise. “He’s purring.”
“Yes,” Jango acknowledged, reaching up and gently brushing away soft curls from Din’s face. “Another good sign. It’ll happen, Boba. I have a good feeling.”
It had to. They’d bet everything on this. Boba pressed a kiss to the top of Din’s head and let his omega’s purrs lull him to sleep.
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“Hold her head properly!” Waxer scolded.
“I am, I am!” Hevy argued.
“You aren’t!”
“I am!”
Boba smiled softly as his brothers argued over holding his newborn daughter. It had been a long nine months, but it had all been worth it. All of it had been worth it. Boba hadn’t personally felt the pain of the birth, but he’d felt how pained Din had been through all of it. Twelve hours of labor. Din was currently resting, but Boba knew that when he woke and held their daughter in his arms again, he’d agree it was all worth it.
“She’s absolutely incredible,” Fives cooed, brushing a finger against the baby’s cheek.
Hevy held her up against his face. “Who do you think she looks like?”
“You’re stupid,” Wolffe scoffed before reaching up and grabbing her from his brother’s arms. Giving a rare smile, he cradled her. “Me, obviously.”
“Nonsense, she very clearly has my head of hair!” Cody argued, brushing a hand through her thick dark hair.
Jango smiled as the arguing continued and the baby was passed around with great care. “She’s going to have a life full of love.”
“She’s going to have a life full of annoying uncles,” Boba grunted before looking down at Din. He laced his fingers with the omega’s. “Thank you. Thank you for everything, Dad.”
The older alpha placed a gentle hand to his son’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you. I’m proud of Din. I’m proud of your daughter. You’ve done a fine job.”
Smiling, Boba looked back at his daughter. Now, all they needed was a name.