Zenobia thinks, for a moment. "We'll see." She moans as she feels the tongue on her breasts. She pulls Gailte's bra under her tits, and twists the milf's nipples.
"Phew." DT-L30 sighed, and not because he was out of breath. But because he never did think about having children, due to his lack of parents, and mostly because of his occupation, which had a higher risk of death than most. "Well, I might just take you up on that offer sometime." He grinned, laying on her bed to rest.
The scientist looks surprised, for a moment. "I'm sorry, I completely forgot that you might be curious about that. I'm taking an anaesthetic that is temporarily dulling my sense of smell. I am, affected, though. My body is absorbing your pheromones through my skin. I'm highly aroused, just to a lesser degree than normal. I'll have to keep myself away from people for the next few hours, as I think it likely that I might have sex with one of them, because of my exposure." She talks completely clinically about her arousal, and about sex. He notices that she has started to eye his body since he stripped. She closes the tank once he steps inside, and suddenly it starts to get exceedingly hot, as though he's on a desert planet. Fendrat sweats readily, and he can smell a distinct odour in the air. "I'm using a mixture of heat, and certain chemicals, to provoke your pheromone glands to produce at an accelerated rate." She presses a button, and the lighting chsngrs making the cloud of pinkish smoke Fendrat's emmitting visible.
W..why...is it.. She did her job seriously. She didn't focus on things like that unless they were actually important to the job. Yet, she couldn't not notice it. She never thought seriously about body parts being there while she worked. It just happened. There was a very faint blush forming on her cheeks from seeing it...what the hell? She didn't seriously think about him like that, did she? Dana kept pressing the cloth to his leg, pushing her brain to not think about it. She had to clean the wound. His legs were pretty well built and strong too....no. Probably still some kind of residual effect from the drugs she took after. Maybe they didn't wear off as soon as she thought they did. That must have been it. Right. That and-it was probably only ten seconds at the most, but closer to feeling like an hour of silence before Cyrus heard her actually say anything. "I'm not too bothered by that. Things can be stressful. The good new is, that it's mostly minor. You should recover quickly. Mostly likely because you're impressive....physical conditioning wise, I mean." Even as she tried to make it clear what she meant, her brain was still in awe at hearing her say it. What in the hell was she saying? Her normal coldness had somehow turned into her babbling like an idiot. Not trying to make eye contact, she pulled the cloth off and took a few steps back to stare at the wall. "....I think that's just about it. Maybe applying some gels at regular intervals, but it's nothing you can't do yourself."
"Hmm!" Gailte moans into Zenobia's flesh as she twisted her nipples. No more words needed to be said. The imperial women grinded their bodies against each other, kissed, moan groaned - even screamed... Until both of them reached their respective climaxes. Gailte, limped, tied to the chair, while Zenobia collapsed on her, tired. Their sweaty naked breasts, and leaking pussies did little to calm their lust.
She feels Cyrus' hand curl around her hip. "Fuck off, Art". The young man opens his mouth to protest. "Fuck off!" Cyrus says it with such sudden fury that Art jumps a little, and quickly leaves the room, without a word Cyrus turns Danaan to face him, hand travelling up her stomach, till his fingertips just barely make contact with her chest. His member is rock hard now, pointing towards the ceiling as he stares at her body. "You need to get rid of some stress. So do I. You've been driving me wild since you came on board." His hand clenches, taking a grip on her tight clothes, and pulling her closer.
Zenobia rests for a moment, before getting off of Gailte. She gives the milf another kiss on the lips. "We need to get ready, we'll be at Coruscant soon". She opens Gailte's restraints, and puts on her clothes. Opening the door, she takes a uniform from a stormtrooper, and tosses it at Gailte. "It's not much your normal style, but it'll suffice to get you back to my quarters so you can have a shower. I have another uniform up there. I predicted that you'd need more than one when I rescued you". She goes to leave, and then sticks her head back through the door. "Meet me when you're ready."
Gailte nods and quickly gets up and changes into new uniform. She quickly makes her way to admiral's quarters, and changes there into her normal uniform. Then she goes to meet the admiral- in front of Jedi cell.
She was trying hard to forget about things and ignore them. So much the sudden slide of someone’s hand on her waist took her by surprise. Startled from the sudden unseen hand, Cyrus was shouting at Art who apparently hadn’t left. Did that fucker just try to... Time to collect her thoughts wasn’t on the agenda today. She was getting pulled into staring at him directly, the scarlet tinge on her face perfectly visible. Hearing his assertion that she needed sex, her eyes failed to met his“That’s not...” His manhood was right there, down below. She made some awkward “hmm” sounds like she was trying to think of a proper sentence to say. Instead, she was just left looking at it. Really. What was going through her head? Nothing. Just nothing. There was nothing but heat rising from her body and a slight tingling need building in her nether regions. “I...suppose you did get shot because of me....I....could give some stress release, this once. Just this once.”
Zenobia makes showers and freshens up, heading down to the cell. As she arrives, the ship jolts, and a voice announces that the Harbinger and Netuno have both arrived in the Coruscant system. Opening the cell, Zenobia smiles at the Jedi. She orders the soldiers to fix her up. They take her down, handcuffing her, and a female officer applies makeup to the blue woman, somehow making her look even more stunning. "Hello, my dear. I didn't get the chance to introduce myself earlier. I'm Admiral Zenobia. We'll be taking you to your new master now." Tika takes a moment to recover. "Tarkin? Fine. Keep your word, don't kill anyone, and I won't resist." She eyes Gailte with hatred. Zenobia frowns and looks at the two women. "Do I detect a hint of hostility between you two? I assure you, do as you're told, and no innocents will be harmed. I daresay you might enjoy your new life". Tika nods, but continues to glare at Gailte.
Cyrus pulls Danann to him, kissing her hard on the lips. "I'm not the only one who's gonna get release". His hand descends under her pants and underwear, and she feels him squeezing her clit. Another hand pinches at her nipple, as he makes out with her.
A voice rings out on the Harbinger. DT-L30, Engineer Fendrat Stussad and Lieutenant Loreley Rhinnus are to don dress uniform and assemble at the hangar at their convenience.
Gailte sights. "There is no ignorance." She tells Tika, reminding her of the arguments presented. "Your anger is misplaced, Jedi." Shouldn't Jedi not feel anger? She shakes her head, and fixes any imaginery dust that landed on her uniform, then looks around, making sure that everything is in order.
Just as the intercom called, DT-L30 awoke from his nap. "Ugh. Alright, I should go polish my armor." He groaned as he got up, breaking away from Meera. "Anyway, I'll see you later then?" He asked as he put the discarded pieces of his armor.
The aggression surprised her, but she had plenty of time to react to it. “I wasn’t-ah!” She exhaled sharply as he snaked his way down her pants and found her sensitive spot. Over the clothes, his hand had squeezed her tit over the fabric, but it was so form fitting that it made almost no difference, his fingers digging into her mammaries, and the reaction was almost instant. Her nipples peaked up, standing out, puffy and enlarged even underneath her outfit that couldn’t shield them from getting played with when he squeezed down. A shudder ran down her spine, making her squirm, her chest shaking, but soon pulled up a little, as Dana placed her hand between them as a barrier. Landing on his abs, she got a feel of just how solid and well built he was and..dammit! Breaking the kiss he had pulled her into, she gasped for air as her body had been positioned over him. “Do you have to just...if we’re going to do this-and say nothing about it to anyone, then at least build to it a little.” Was that the thing she should be complaining about? It didn’t seem like it, but before she knew it, her thighs were placed squarely over his waist as she rose to sit on top of him. Her fingers went to underneath her top, hooking themselves as she began to lift her shirt, exposing her mid riff and the fact she had no bra, underneath at all. Just her bare body and still puffed out nipples. Her top half was completely exposed and the blush had only worsened, but somehow she found herself staring at him the entire time.
Tika scowls. "I'm not a Jedi, anymore, remember? I'm just Tarkin's sex slave now." Zenobia puts a hand on her blue shoulder. "Let's go." With Gailte and Tika in tow, she heads to the hangar, where a shuttle waits for them.
