Fendrat kissed her back, gently and sweet like tasting of flower. He hug her, enjoying warm of her body. "Hmm... Not bad welcome. As I see, your status improve, last time I saw you on dancer outfit and golden chain." He joke caressing her check.
She laughs. "Tarkin is many things, but he's surprisingly generous." Her arms wrap around him and she nestles into his chest. "Damn it, Fendrat, it's so good to see you again."
Fendrat smile and take a sit with her on the boxes. "Thanks, you keept very well too as I can see." He let her sit on his knee. "So, what are you planing now?"
"Thanks." She sits, nestling up against him. "Right now? I'm going to enjoy every second I have with you, before I go back to my day to day of guarding Tarkin, being Tarkin's secretary, and warming Tarkin's bed." She laughs. "I shouldn't complain though. This way, I get to keep my head."
Fendrat chuckled on that. "Wait, secretary? I understand keeping you as body guard, everyone can see your beatyfull, but secretary? It is waste of your talents my dear." He caress her back, moving his hands on her blue skin. "Well, so what are planing our admiral? Or maybe better, not talk about work."
She smiles. "Beautiful? Thank you." She kisses his lips. "Being his secretary allows me to be seen, as well. I'm the one who shows people in for his business meetings." She thinks. "Apparently, Grand Admiral Zenobia, the father of that woman who ordered you to capture me, is fighting with Tarkin. Zenobia wants to build advanced fighters, whereas Tarkin wants to build something a lot bigger. I'm not sure what it is, but he's calling it a Death Star."
Fendrat massage her shoulders as she talk to him. " Hmm, hard choise. Fighters are more usefull in keeping peace and keeping order in Empire, but massive weapon it is huge adventage in time of war. " He sigh, guessing the war is coming to them, much worse than that with rebels. But he can't tell that anyone. " If I would guess, I would bet for Tarkin project. No mater what they decided, I will get job to do that. "He gently bite her in the ear.
She gasps a little at the bite. "I'm sure you will." She grinds herself onto him. "How have you been. Any girlfriends?" She grins.
Fendrat grab one of her breast and play with by material of dress. "To be honest, yes. Mirilam woman, green skin and perfect skills in mechanic and computers things. She allow me to take her droid on the mission and it was huge help. Her name is Cara."
Tika presses her chest forwards for him to touch. "I hope that Cara makes you happy, but right now, you're all mine." She kisses him passionately, grinding her ass onto his cock.
Fendrat kissed her harder this time, like hungry men. He press both hands on her breast. "So show yourself to me. Do you take everything off yourself, or need my help? I warm, that after that your dress could be ruin." He tease her breast.
He asks her to wait outside, and knocks. @Auraicide Danann sits at her desk when she hears a knock on her door. On her monitor she sees the pilot standing behind a guard, who says "Ms Sarafiel? The boss said that I should bring this woman to your office. Shall I bring her in?"
She giggles. "That would probably raise questions." She pulls down the straps of the dress and stands, letting it fall to the floor. Fendrat sees once again the Jedi's big tits and thin but curvy body.
Fendrat stand up and take off his pants and underwear. "Well, well it is as always special." He said with smile and hug her to himself, pressing his cock against his wet pussy. "I hear that Tarkin made huge orygies on his chambers. That is true or just fake?" He wink to her.
“Yes, thank you. Let her in and we’ll speak privately for a while. Get some food and take break for a bit, then keep an eye on the situation with the prisoners.” Dannan called the fallen Black Suns prisoners, emphasizing the distinction between them and the pilot. When the door opens and the brunette walks in, Dannan actually smiles a bit. “Have you been treated well so far? Anyone giving you problems? Let me know...I’ll shoot them....which may also be something I’d like you to do. A situation has developed and I was told you’re a skilled pilot. You don’t need to agree to what I’m going to ask, to be clear. It’s okay to say no. You’ll just be taken back to your room and we’ll get the testing done like planned. If you say yes, however...this would land you in having what would be called...a personal favour from our group. I think you’ve seen what happens to people who think this is something to sneer at.”
She takes her lightsaber from a holster on her thigh and puts it on one of the boxes so it doesn't get in the way. Tika grins and rubs her vagina against his dick, biting her lip. "No, those are just rumours. He has a lot of women, but only one or two at a time."
Fendrat smile seeing her lightsaber. "Sometimes I regret, that I can't feel the Force. It could be so usefull if I don't have stand from work and only levitate right tools to me." He joke and move Tika, to lean against the wall. His cock slowly enter in her vagina.
"I guess I'll have to make you feel something else, then." She kisses him, pussy clenching down pleasurably on his cock.
'I've been treated well, Ms Sarafiel,' Loreley nodded, 'You want me to fly for you? It depends... if it's against another crime syndicate or against the Rebel Alliance, I'll help you. If it's against the Empire, I won't.'
