The man shook his head. "Does it have to be a competition?" He asked as he grabbe a handful of her hair and pushed her head into the ground. Her eyes widened as she felt a throbbing head of his dick, pushing into her asshole...
The man moaned with pleasure, his control melting away. After a moment he grabbed Seri by the shoulders and lifted her, pushing her back against the wall. He then drove his stiff meat sword into her pussy, and started thrusting - first slowly, but then quickly gaining speed. Spoiler: Perception 2+16 As she looked at him, his face focused on fucking her, she found that he was wearing an earpiece in his ear - a communication device.
Seri yelps as she’s manhandled, unprepared for the sudden control the guard takes. But as she’s hoisted up and impaled, her still over-slick folds parting around him, she can’t deny a gentle thrill at the force he employs. She wraps her thighs around him, swinging her dancer’s hips up and back against him with a heavy sodden clap of flesh. You want me like this? Alright then, careful what you wish for. She rolls into him, bouncing herself against his hips as she’s taken in the air, hands gripping his shoulders for support and leverage. When she spots the air bud, she has to work to regain her punishing tempo, wary about what that means. She doesn’t especially want to kiss the guard, but she grabs the side of his hand with a needy-seeming hand, yanking him into a meld of lips and tongues, moaning performatively into his mouth. As she grasps him, she swipes her hand against his ear, seeking to “accidentally” knock the earpiece free in her haste.
Nami nodded. “Of course. I’ll do what I can.” She took a deep breath – shivering slightly at the knowledge that, from here, she would be on her own. “I’d better get going.” She looked around at all those present, and smiled as best she could. “I’ll see you all again. Look after each other. Please check in on the woman down in the cells when you can. May the Force be with you.” She didn’t really know what those last words meant. Something she’d overheard before, something from the old days of the Jedi. But those who had known true desperation would hold on to anything that sounded like hope.
Ahina widely open her eyes, when she realised what Crix was going to do. “Wait! We cathars have strong muscles in our ass, I can accidentally hurt or cut off your dick”. She warned him, as tip of his penetrating her asshole.
7! Olena nodded, before taking a closer look at the bandaged arm, slinging her weapon to do so. "Okay, not a problem, my dude... We're heading back the way I came - Lieutenant Adot needs you to figure out where we landed... Hey, how did you hurt your arm? Was it Imperials? Are they in the woods with us yet?"
Spoiler: Sneak +1+1+19 vs DC 9 - success The man did not even notice as the woman took out the earbud and placed it on one of the shelves. He continued thrusting into her sex, sweat covering his forehead. He was grunting, and quickly approaching his peak - she could see it, as his eyes misted and his lips parted.
For some reason, she felt better, as the words left her lips. She made her way outside, out of the ship, her bag on her shoulders. Spoiler: ? 11 She walked past a couple of patrols - the slavers and guards were numerous at the spaceport - almost as much as in the slave market. She walked past several rows of guards escorting slaves to the market. Thankfully, she soon reached her ship - it was were she left it, and she did not have any dangerous encounters.
"Oh, I know about that." He hummed, his tone knowing. "I have studied your species. But, you see, there is a little trick to help with that~" He hummed with teasing tone. ! Her eyes went wide open, as his hand grabbed her by the tail, squeezing it and raising it, making her relax her muscles... and shiver from the sensation...
The woman scowled as she looked from behind the tree. "It was during the landing." She said as she prepared to sprint. "A panel fell from the ceiling, and almost cut my head." She turned to Olena and smiled. "Guess I am lucky!" She turned to look forward. "Cover me!" She said as she started running. Olena opened fire, a number of red bolts flying in the direction of the enemy - but they were missing quite a lot. And the Imperials answered. She had to dodge as a bolt struck the tree she was hiding behind and- ! She saw that the woman whom she was covering was hit by a red blaster and was thrown to the side. She fell to the ground, thankfully, rolling behind a tree trunk.
"Wait, it is-Ahh"! Ahina didn't managed to warn Crix, that this trick not always work perectly and it could be suddenly bite back. He was playing with fire, and Ahina wasn't sure if he is more foolish or brave? She was in possition to resist him, so follow his penetrating. Ahina done her best to not bite off his cock, but she wasn't 100% sure if she will succed.
Olena could only watch as the signaler began to rush off - and promptly got hit. "Blyat-!" She cursed, collapsing against the tree they had been taking cover behind up until that moment, rapidly unslinging her blaster rifle to return fire. Once again, she doesn't hit much of anything as she fired a couple bursts of blaster bolts into the brush. Olena ducked back into cover before the Imperials could zero in on her position. She took that moment to look over at her hapless comrade, trying to assess her condition - she had rolled behind the trunk under her own power, right? Even if the signaler hadn't survived, her equipment would still be of some use to Lieutenant Adot, surely. With that, Olena held her rifle out to the opposite side of the trunk from where she had initially returned fire. Letting loose a desultory barrage to disconcert her enemy - or even throw off their aim by having them try to shoot her weapon - the vixen promptly rushed after the signaler, diving behind the trunk to inspect her wounds.
With the earpiece removed, Seri allows herself a few fleeting moments to actually enjoy this. She digs her fingers into the man’s shoulders, using his breadth to support herself and swing her hips back against him with another fleshy clap. Her body is too recently ravaged for another orgasm this soon, but she gives as good as she gets as she bounces herself upon him, her walls contracting and flexing as she chivvies him along to his inevitable release.
The thick dick slowly moved deeper into her ass, spreading her, filling her - her mind blanked for a moment, as it was deep inside her. And then, he started moving. Slowly, then faster, his hot rod grinding against her insides.
The blaster fire continued, now a little more random, as she was not in open. As she starte running, the blaster fire intensified after a moment, but to late - she was already behind the tree trunk. She found her escort laying on the ground. With a quick check she found the blaster mark on the side of her torso - and quickly realised that the woman was dead. As she checked the backpack - the communication device, she found it whole and still operating.
The two bodies started moving in tandem, the room filling with sound of slapping flesh, moans, the smell of sex and sweat... The man was gasping, as he thrust into Seri with wild passion - by the look in his eyes, she could say it was a long time - if ever - since he had such a great experience. He looked at her like a teenager in love. And by the way he quickened his move, he was not far from release.
Ahina get lost in pleasure, hoping Crix use some protection for his cock. Once, one of her friend had anal sex and he later catch some sickness on his penis, which takes a while to cure it. She pushed her ass, to take him deeper inside herself.
She tips her head back, unable to keep her eyes on his as a warm burn fills her cheeks. To see such adoration on his face in the midst of her manipulation is a little too much, and she feels a prickle of shame under her skin. She grips him tight, both with her hands and with her walls, contracting herself around him as she shudders her canal against his cock, working and milking his length, silently urging - and then vocally: “That’s it.” She croons, cupping his cheek in a show of tenderness that disgusts her for how cruel it is, “Finish - finish inside me - fuh-fill me!”
Nami’s legs wobbled a little as she picked her way up the ramp, the fear that someone would accost her at the last moment haunting every step. But no-one did. As she finally closed the ramp behind herself, her knees almost gave way. With a sobbing sigh, she fell against the wall, as if trying to embrace the ship, trying to be absorbed into it. Her ship. Her home, her sanctuary, her independence – the tangible symbol of everything she’d worked so hard to have. There was a twinge of doubt there, the memory of how Thassco had violated this place, just as he’d violated her, and remembering that he was dead didn’t exactly make her feel better. But she’d made it. Her fear of never seeing any of this again had not come to pass. Shakily, she picked herself up and made her way through to her quarters. It was tempting to shower again, and again, to really scrub herself clean, but she’d wasted too much time for that. She stripped out of her dress, a garment she’d never look at the same way again, and changed back into a more neutral bodysuit. A little closer to being Nami the doctor again, not Nami the slave-whore. You loved it, though, didn’t you? Deep down. The way he treated you. The way people looked at you in the street… She ignored that voice. Making her way through to the pilot’s cabin, she began her preparations. She had promises to follow through on. A stranger’s life still counting on her.
Olena stayed low behind the trunk as she assessed her comrade - and found no life left in her. "Dammit! Damn you bastards!" She shouted out into the jungle past her cover. With nothing left to do for the signaler except take her dog tag and equipment, Olena slipped the backpack past the dead woman's shoulders and around her own... With a grimace, she reached down to grab the fallen rebel's collar... And pushed her around the trunk, trying to trick the enemy into thinking it was her rolling into a prone firing position to fire upon them again. Whether the Imperials took the bait or not, Olena promptly began to book it back the way she had come, fully intent on making it back to Lieutenant Adot with the communications equipment.
