― NO-O! Wait! Wait! WAIT‼ ― loudly Mando exclaimed.
Move Mando could not, as paralyzed he was; obeying his will all the joints in his body stopped.
A mischievous grin Grogu's green face exhibited, in excitement her eyes perked up.
― Hey, knock it off! What are you doing‽ ― exercising his muscles to move ever so slightly, Mando screamed out.
Yet, utterly hopeless it was — trapped he was and at a mercy of an impish green creature (the one too in his care).
By Mando's grunts accompanied, him Grogu approached with a curious expression on her face painted; upwards her gaze shifted, to Mando's waist as once more her hand was raised at him.
From Mando's lips a deafening shriek escaped: onto his groin her psychic impact Grogu has focused.
― Sto-stop… what the hell is wrong with you, Grogu? Do you need some more food, or…? ― to guess her intentions Mando tried.
A giggle he as a response got — to welcome the objections his tormentor only seemed.
― Okay, listen now… You don't know what you are doing… Just stop constraining me, and everything will be fine! You hear me, kid? ― hoping to get his point across Mando pleaded.
For a second Grogu stopped, before her tiny head slowly shaking (what she was asked to do understanding, but it merely ignoring).
Then circling around Mando Grogu started, his beskar armour studying, inside its joints looking.
Piece by piece the armour parts afterwards to slide off Mando started, (by Grogu to leave him commandeered).
More and more defenseless Mando with each passing second felt; and into another impulse of pain onto his crotch each his voiced objection only resulted.
― Hey, not the helmet! You little bastard… ― angrily Mando exclaimed, as if a hole his eyes into Grogu were to drill wanting.
Something that sounded like an agreement noise Grogu whimpered, pouting still.
The Force onto Mando's manhood Grogu once again focused, his nether regions this time aiming to pleasure.