Star Wars: Warlords

[lady-lux]

"Oh, yes~" The man gasped as he felt Naomi's tits around his dick. He put his hand on her head as he looked up, before looking down at her.

He licked his lips, then nodded lightly, encouraging her to continue, as his dick became harder, thicker, longer...

He removed his shirt and jacket, now standing all but naked in front of her, with just his boots on.

Nami’s hands press her breasts tightly around hard form of the merchant’s member as she pleasures it with deep strokes, up and down, up and down. She finds herself breathing hard – from exertion and from the warm sensations that grow inside her too, her body craving more. Her lips are parted as she pants, seeing the head of his cock rise up and vanish again into her cleavage. Awaiting her moment to take in her mouth once the time comes. Mustn’t make a mess, after all.

 

[majus]

Seri can’t bring herself to look at the hatch, dreading the moment they topple the Twi’lek inside. She stoops to untangle the rope from the dead woman’s neck, and untie her hands. It seems silly, but she supposes it’s the least she can do. There’s not much she can do to redress her without sacrificing clothes that aren’t hers.

“Alright.” She grits her teeth, jaw tensing, “let’s get it done then, if we’re doing this.”

Jura observed quietly Seri, as she removed ropes from the dead woman, as she leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, a sweat gathering on her forehead.

The two women grabbed the body and lifted it. After some struggles, the two managed to push the Twi'lek inside the hole - soon two feet disappeared in darkness and Jura closed the hatch.

"Alright." She gasped tiredly. "That's done. Slaver's in trash - no better place for the scum." She put a hand on Seri's shoulder. "Let's get back on the ship." She said.

 

[majus]

Nami’s hands press her breasts tightly around hard form of the merchant’s member as she pleasures it with deep strokes, up and down, up and down. She finds herself breathing hard – from exertion and from the warm sensations that grow inside her too, her body craving more. Her lips are parted as she pants, seeing the head of his cock rise up and vanish again into her cleavage. Awaiting her moment to take in her mouth once the time comes. Mustn’t make a mess, after all.

Sweat started showing on the man's skin. He was looking down at Nami as if charmed.

"You are beautiful~" He gasped, as she worked her tits over his shaft.

He reached with hands, then hesitated, before tracing his fingers along Nami's lekku. He grabbed one of longer tentacles and toyed with it, rolling the end between his fingers.

 

[Elfie]

Jura observed quietly Seri, as she removed ropes from the dead woman, as she leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, a sweat gathering on her forehead.

The two women grabbed the body and lifted it. After some struggles, the two managed to push the Twi'lek inside the hole - soon two feet disappeared in darkness and Jura closed the hatch.

"Alright." She gasped tiredly. "That's done. Slaver's in trash - no better place for the scum." She put a hand on Seri's shoulder. "Let's get back on the ship." She said.

Seri nods mutely, allowing herself to drift back towards the ship, wanting nothing more than to crawl into some dark space and forget everything that’s just happened. Probably try to forget even further back, while she’s at it.

 

[lady-lux]

Sweat started showing on the man's skin. He was looking down at Nami as if charmed.

"You are beautiful~" He gasped, as she worked her tits over his shaft.

He reached with hands, then hesitated, before tracing his fingers along Nami's lekku. He grabbed one of longer tentacles and toyed with it, rolling the end between his fingers.

The caress of her head-tendril draws a gasp of pleasure from Nami, warm tingles running down her scalp. The rewarding touch of her latest mas— no! This is just a transaction! …But she is allowed to enjoy it, isn’t she…?

Looking up at him, half-breathless, she maintains a steady rhythm, bringing him closer to the edge – bringing herself closer, for that matter, as she begins to lose herself in the crescendo of sensation.

 

[majus]

Seri nods mutely, allowing herself to drift back towards the ship, wanting nothing more than to crawl into some dark space and forget everything that’s just happened. Probably try to forget even further back, while she’s at it.

The two walked back to the ship, as they were walking up the tramp, Jura swayed on her legs and leaned against the wall with her good hand, sweat visibly forming on her forehead.

 

[majus]

The caress of her head-tendril draws a gasp of pleasure from Nami, warm tingles running down her scalp. The rewarding touch of her latest mas— no! This is just a transaction! …But she is allowed to enjoy it, isn’t she…?

Looking up at him, half-breathless, she maintains a steady rhythm, bringing him closer to the edge – bringing herself closer, for that matter, as she begins to lose herself in the crescendo of sensation.

The man's breathing became heavier, quicker, his face flushed, sweat slowly forming on his body. His dick was hard, pulsing, hot on her skin. It was twitching-

The man grabbed her by the shoulders and raised to her feet, pushing her against the table. He grabbed pants, pulling them down.

 

[Elfie]

The two walked back to the ship, as they were walking up the tramp, Jura swayed on her legs and leaned against the wall with her good hand, sweat visibly forming on her forehead.

Seri does her best to catch Jura as she sways, guiding the other woman further into the ship. “We - we need to get sitting down. And, uh, water? Kriff, I don’t even know if we have any medicine onboard.”

If only she’d got the communications properly working, she could call Nami and Kaelaen back to the ship.

 

[ImAWanderer]

As Olena entered the room, she found Trisk frantically looking through the shelves, looking for aid kit. Jackie sat by the wall, holding her side...

There were also two bodies on the floor, two males, definitely dead.

"Oh, Jackie, what are you doing getting shot up?" Olena asked, a mix of trying to seem casual coming together with very-much-trying-not-to-panic coloring her voice, as she joined Trisk in trying to locate an aid kit, praying for bacta for the sake of the mission and Jackie's health.

 

[lady-lux]

The man's breathing became heavier, quicker, his face flushed, sweat slowly forming on his body. His dick was hard, pulsing, hot on her skin. It was twitching-

The man grabbed her by the shoulders and raised to her feet, pushing her against the table. He grabbed pants, pulling them down.

Caught off guard, Nami has to clench her jaw to stop herself from crying out. If Kae were to hear and try to intervene… A chill of panic grips her as she frantically tries to protest at a hushed whisper. “Please, no – don’t, not like that—”

Yet the quickening of her heartbeat isn’t all panic. A thrill of anticipation, her body more than ready for this even if it’s not what she really wants…

 

[majus]

Seri does her best to catch Jura as she sways, guiding the other woman further into the ship. “We - we need to get sitting down. And, uh, water? Kriff, I don’t even know if we have any medicine onboard.”

If only she’d got the communications properly working, she could call Nami and Kaelaen back to the ship.

Jura blinked a few times, as she leaned over Seri.

"There." She paused, before continuing. "Should be some bacta patches in first aid kit." She shook her head. "I should be alright. Just clean the wound and out on new dressing.

 

[majus]

"Oh, Jackie, what are you doing getting shot up?" Olena asked, a mix of trying to seem casual coming together with very-much-trying-not-to-panic coloring her voice, as she joined Trisk in trying to locate an aid kit, praying for bacta for the sake of the mission and Jackie's health.

Jackie snorted, then winced with pain.

"Ha, kriffing, Ha!" She snarled. "If the riffing idiot did not panic, we would not be in this situation." She winced.

"Got it!" Trisk raised a first aid kit.

 

[majus]

Caught off guard, Nami has to clench her jaw to stop herself from crying out. If Kae were to hear and try to intervene… A chill of panic grips her as she frantically tries to protest at a hushed whisper. “Please, no – don’t, not like that—”

Yet the quickening of her heartbeat isn’t all panic. A thrill of anticipation, her body more than ready for this even if it’s not what she really wants…

The man paused, his dick already pushing into Nami's sex, a perplexed expression on his face.

"Wha- why?" He asked, confused.

 

[ImAWanderer]

Jackie snorted, then winced with pain.

"Ha, kriffing, Ha!" She snarled. "If the riffing idiot did not panic, we would not be in this situation." She winced.

"Got it!" Trisk raised a first aid kit.

"Who is 'he?' Did Trisk freak them out?" Olena crouched down to inspect the dead more closely. Humans, obviously, but were they obviously some form of Imperial sympathizers? The Amaran would begin searching the bodies for items of value.

 

[Elfie]

Jura blinked a few times, as she leaned over Seri.

"There." She paused, before continuing. "Should be some bacta patches in first aid kit." She shook her head. "I should be alright. Just clean the wound and out on new dressing.

“R-right, right.” Seri nods hastily, mentally kicking herself for forgetting entirely about the first aid kit. She eases Jura back against a bulkhead, sitting her back carefully.

She swivels around, an undercurrent of panic still rippling viciously, and hurries to the first aid hatch, retrieving as much bacta as she can. Returning, she kneels beside Jura, fussing with the dressing. There’s nothing for it, she realises, and tears a strip from her already too-tight shirt, the under-swell of her breasts nearly spilling free from the now reduced covering.

She prepares the strip to act as a new bandage, carefully unpeeling the old, and applying the bacta packs as gently as she can.

 

[lady-lux]

The man paused, his dick already pushing into Nami's sex, a perplexed expression on his face.

"Wha- why?" He asked, confused.

The pause gives Nami time to catch her breath, to pull herself out of the spiral of panic. This isn’t how she wanted things to go. But at this point… the feeling of him, just beginning to enter her, the pleasure and the promise of release, makes her tremble. What does she want, anymore...

“It’s all right,” she whispers. “It was just – sudden. It’s all right.” She takes a breath, in and out, steadying herself. “J-just remember to – take it out before you finish. Yes?”

 

[majus]

"Who is 'he?' Did Trisk freak them out?" Olena crouched down to inspect the dead more closely. Humans, obviously, but were they obviously some form of Imperial sympathizers? The Amaran would begin searching the bodies for items of value.

Trisk said something quietly as he sat next to Jackie and started dressing her wound. She hissed.

"He started panicking once he realised they are working for the empire, they got suspicious, and one thing lead to another - a shootout broke out." The former imperial explained.

 

[majus]

“R-right, right.” Seri nods hastily, mentally kicking herself for forgetting entirely about the first aid kit. She eases Jura back against a bulkhead, sitting her back carefully.

She swivels around, an undercurrent of panic still rippling viciously, and hurries to the first aid hatch, retrieving as much bacta as she can. Returning, she kneels beside Jura, fussing with the dressing. There’s nothing for it, she realises, and tears a strip from her already too-tight shirt, the under-swell of her breasts nearly spilling free from the now reduced covering.

She prepares the strip to act as a new bandage, carefully unpeeling the old, and applying the bacta packs as gently as she can.

Spoiler: First aid

3 +2 (science) Vs DC 10 - fail

As Seri prepares the the dressing, the patch simply slides. The first one, then the second one.

Jura grabbed her shoulder.

"Easy." She said, calming the woman. "Slow and steady." She said.

It took a few more tries, but soon, Seri managed to apply a dressing. The wound even stopped bleeding.

"Good." Jura nodded. "Sorry, but I don't think I am in a state to make a trip outside." She chuckled lightly. "Help me to my bed, will you?" She reached out with her hand.

 

[majus]

The pause gives Nami time to catch her breath, to pull herself out of the spiral of panic. This isn’t how she wanted things to go. But at this point… the feeling of him, just beginning to enter her, the pleasure and the promise of release, makes her tremble. What does she want, anymore...

“It’s all right,” she whispers. “It was just – sudden. It’s all right.” She takes a breath, in and out, steadying herself. “J-just remember to – take it out before you finish. Yes?”

The man blinked, a small smile forming on his lips.

"That... Might be difficult. But I will do my best!" He nodded his head, as he then slowly placed his dick on her pussy, ready to push inside. "Ready?" He asked.

 

[ImAWanderer]

Trisk said something quietly as he sat next to Jackie and started dressing her wound. She hissed.

"He started panicking once he realised they are working for the empire, they got suspicious, and one thing lead to another - a shootout broke out." The former imperial explained.

Olena sighed, before nodding. "Take it easy. I'm going to check on Daw." With that, the Amaran Amazonian left the house to check on the Galactic Basic-challenged xeno and the injured runner.