"Mmh. Aahn." Eve whimpered, trying to say that it was too low. But as she was pushed to her knees, despite being a lot more stronger than she was. She found her body resisting her attempts to fight back, and the moment her face was inches from her crotch. The android couldn't help but take a deep breath, "V-very... well." She gulped as she starts undoing his pants to see what she'll be working with.
"Status level?" The Mandalorian seethes. "I'm the heir to Clan Wreav. This shit thinks he's better than me?" Cracking his neck, the Mandalorian starts shoving through the crowd toward the noble, before the noble's two Nikto bodyguards block his path. "Ahem..." The Togruta calls out from the podium, as the Mandalorian pulls his fist back for a punch. "I must remind everyone that violence on this ship is strictly forbidden."
Isabia smile under her helmet, it is so little for her to provoke this brutal to act like a fool. With a little bit of luck she should be able to do it. "Right, laws and rules protects some people better than blaster. Better leave it, this fight is too much for us." She said more poison, hoping this mandalorian will lose control over himself and attack noble and his bodyguards.
/ "Don't argue, bitch. We both know you'd do it for free. You're lucky I'm paying you at all." The alien's pants hit the floor, and two massively thick rods, one above the other, poke out to slap against Eve's face. "Get to work." The Besalisk orders. Eve gets a whiff of his scent, musky and masculine, and feels herself growing wet again, as the alien thusts forward into her mouth. His prior kindness is gone, as he roughly fucks her throat, cutting off her air and stretching her jaw to its limit. As one set of hands roughly grabs her head to force it up and down his cock, her only chance to breathe being when he lifts her off so he can shove the other one down her throat, he pulls down her dress with his lower hands, twisting her nipples roughly.
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 33+15 (Skill Bonus)=48 (Minor Failure) "You better watch yourself, noble boy." The Wreav heir grunts. "Your little bodyguards won't be much help when I find you later." He glares up at the Togruta, before turning and exiting, shoving the attendees out of the way. "What a sore loser." The nobleman chuckles to himself, as the auction resumes. "Thank you for your help calming him down." He takes a sip of liquor, and nods to Isabia, not realising that she was actually provoking the man. "Good luck with the auction. 11,000!"
"W-what, no..." Eve gave a weak reply, her gaze locked on the two thick meat poles in front of her. His scent caused her processors to go wild, as her unsatisfied arousal begins to burn. "A-aaah-mmmmh!" And the moment she tried to say something, gave the shipright the chance to shove one of his cocks in her mouth. "Mmmhp! Ggghmp!" And to his surprise, Eve despite being obviously inexperienced, had no gag reflex what so ever. As she fucks, and licks his shaft, her throat tightening, and vibrating against his glans. Then as he pinched her nipples through her leotard, "Mmmmmh!" Eve shuddered, experiencing a small orgasm. She uses her gloved right hand to stroke his other cock, while her left starts rubbing her pussy.
Isabia cursed to hersellf as prize go up so high. So little missed for her, to get rid of both rivals. "Are you sure that is the end? Members of clan Wreav didn't throw treats on empty promises. He won't forget." She said like to warming him, but more to scared him off and she rise her hand. "12000"
At this pace, it doesn't take long before Eve feels herself crying out, sound muffled by the cock in her throat, her leotard wet, as she squirts in orgasm. The Besalisk continues to use her mouth, his lack of care for her pleasure paradoxically making her feel even more aroused, before finally, he cums, covering her face and filling her mouth with his disgusting and delicious seed, taking his time to ensure that both poles are milked dry. "Hmm..." The Besalisk grins. "Not bad..."
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 12+15 (Persuasion Skill)=27 (Failure) "I'm sure I can handle him. Eriaduans don't scare easy." The noble gives a charming smile, before opening both his palms, and then clenching and releasing the fingers of one. "15,000", he signals.
With her arousal clouding her judgement, Eve obediently serviced both his cocks for a measly 3000 credits. Despite the honorable goal with which she was created for, here she was now indulging in such corruptive acts. But as she experienced another orgasm, any thoughts about her mission disappeared as a rush of pleasure floods her mind. Followed by the besalisk painting her face, and filling her mouth with his thick, smelly cum. "Aaaah... aaaahm." As his cock left her mouth, Eve keeps it open, showing how much he unloaded. Her tongue swimming, and happily stirring the seed within. Before she closes it, and gulps. Only to open it again, showing the shipwright that she had swallowed it all. "Mmmh... aahn." Then with her high arousal, Eve uses her gloved fingers to collect the cum on her face, and bringing it towards her mouth.
"Yeah, you really love it, don't you..." The Besalisk grins, before pressing his cocks against her face, still dripping with his seed and her saliva. "Now clean me up - I need to get back to work."
Isabia cursed to hersellf as she was outmatched. Ewen if she try to make debts, it wouldn't confirm that she would succeed. "Well, It seems that I'm lost." She said and leave it to this wealthy men, but she didn't going to let it go so easily. She made call to Vetrik, whispering in her helmet, as she made distance. "Boy, check for me which ship belongs to this rich men and put tracker on him. I lost this round, but game didn't ended yet."
"Y-yessss." Eve squealed, unable to keep her lust hidden. She eagerly licks his shaft clean, and sucks out what cum was left in his urethra. After that was done, she gives his shaft, and his thick, heavy balls a kiss. Further drowning herself with his scent.
"On it." Vetrik's voice sounds in her ear. "And... Done. He's using a Gozanti freighter. As soon as he leaves, I'll have a constant trace on his ship." The noble walks up, smiling. "Sorry to see you lose out on the beskar. Perhaps next time?"
Isabia nod to him. "Yeah, maybe next time. For what are you planning to use beskar? You don't look for warrior." She said polite, hidding her angered face behind her helmet. Maybe she will be lucky and this other mandalorian get on this rich boy?
"Hmph, while I'm at it, I may as well..." A beeping cuts him off. "Damn it, customers..." The Besalisk swears, as Eve is enveloped by lust. "Clean yourself up, and I'll have the credits for you at the counter. Good doing business." He tugs his pants up, and walks out of the ship, leaving Eve in a haze.
"No." He chuckles. "I'm an artist, actually. I'm planning to use the beskar to create a sculpture. An anonymous patron has hired me to sculpt an image of one of your planet's former rulers. Someone called Maul."
"Aah... aaah.." Eve whimpered as he left. But after a few moments, she stands up, her juices making a puddle below her, while some ran down her inner thighs, soaking into the tops of her thigh-high stockings. "Mmh. Haahn." After taking a deep breath, she goes to the small bathroom on the ship to clean up a bit, before heading to the counter.
Isabia hold her teeth tight, as she hear for what he is going to use this metal. Not only for useless sculpture, where anything would be better than wasting such a rare metal, but also to memorable one of darkest days in their history. " Well... I would say it is waste of beskar. And I suggest to you better study history of people who are you going to made for ages." She said and return to her ship, calling Vetrik. "Boy, one more matter. Did you spot where come mandalorian of Wreav clan?"
She sees the Besalisk at the counter, talking to some merchants. "Ah, you're done? Here." Grinning, he hands her the money. (+13,000 Credits, -Rigger class freighter)
