"What guarantee we have, you will not try to alter the conditions? Or not try to betray us and seize our ship?" He asked.
"You give me updates on The Situation there and get into Contact with Clan Ordo..." He then adjusts, revealing his Butt and puckered Hole to Rook. "....And You get Your Face to my Butt and lick there"
"That sounds fair enought, so I will need some proof from you, that deal is made. There are many cheaters and crooks who would try to gain something, so I need something solid." She rise her eyebrown on the last part. "Massage? You mean, message right? Because, no ofence, but I don't know you too well, to let you for anything like that yet. " She make small joke of his grammar.
"He is a Moff, not a commander. But he has a loyal and skilled commander - his daughter, if I remember correctly." The Queen said as she took a glass of alcohol. "As for his forces, I will send you a report. Do I have your servitude?" She asked, swirling alcohol in her glass.
The man moaned with pleasure and, holding Sarah by the hair, started thrusting his hips, throatfucking the blond.
“Because I do exactly what I say I will. I’m a knight and I have my honor.” Feeling the need to emphasis her point with a little drama, she had something prepared. Revealing a knife to the Rodian, Mardica outstretched her hand...but she wasn’t seriously going to... She let out a pained scream. She did. Stabbing the knife inside her own hand was beyond insane, but the best way to exemplify the point as she grunted and stared. “This is my dedication to standing with honor.”
Sarah choked, and gagged as her throat was fucked. But with her months of unsatisfied lust, the busty blond slowly grew aroused. Her pussy juice leaking through her lacy leotard, as it trails down her thighs.
Orson shook his head, but a shiver ran down his spine as she licked his cheek and bit his ear. His cheeks went red, a bit embarrassed and humiliated that he was getting aroused by her, 'You had all the fun. Ugh~, and for some reason I highly doubt that you'll miss me...'
Rook paused. "Ho? Truly? You have some wild demands." She said as she looked into his eyes, her own narrowing.
{damn autocorrect! Sometimes it can change things into a completely different thing!} "I shall record a message and give it to you to pass to my contact - that will be proof enough for your payment." He said. "Do we have a deal?" He asked as he turned to her.
The Rodian stayed silent for a moment then finally, slowly with deliberate pauses between words, he started speaking. "Hm... Teatrical gesture... Very well." He then started speaking normally. "As long as our independence is guaranteed, including wartime actions, you have yourself a deal."
After a few thrusts, when he was stiff enough, the red skinned man removed his meat from blond's mouth. He then grabbed her by the throat and raised to her feet, completely overpowering her. "How's this for a warm-up?" His tongue moved along her cheek. "Ready for the next part?"
Katarina smile and give of the prize for all her wares and medicine about 75% highter, than she bought it. "Yes, we have a deal. It is pleasure doing buisness with you. Do you send your men with to take wares? I would prefer to not fly too much, until we will be leaving the planet."
"Why say so?" She cocked her head. She then looked down and chuckled, seeing his arousal. "Well, well, you might be man, after all ~" She moved her hand along his chest, down to his crotch - she didn't grab it, just brushed it lightly. "How about it, up for the last fuck? I still have some time before I will be leaving~" She said as her lips were right next to his, almost touching.
"Hmm..." She chuckled, with satisfaction, her cheeks getting lightly red and eyes lightly glasy from the alcohol. She licked her lips and raised her glass. "Then, for fruitful cooperation." She toasted.
Mardica inwardly swore at the pain, biting her inner lip. She didn't make gestures for no reason and meant it, but...maybe this wasn't the brightest decision she ever had in mind. However it worked and it convinced him. That was what counted. "I'm glad we could reach an agreement."
"Guhk." Sarah choked as the massive cock left her throat, leaving the busty blond gasping for air. Only for the alien to choke her, forcing her to stand on her feet. "Haahn. Warm up, huh? Good, I'd have been disappointed if that was the best you can do." She smirks while taunting him.
Is she really getting tipsy, or is she faking it? Perhaps she's trying to lure me into a false sense of security. "To Naboo." Daltar raises his glass. "And its beautiful queen."
