"Shhh..." He grins, clenching his hand around her throat, before slowly guiding her down to her knees in front of him. "There's better uses for your mouth than talking." Eve feels excited, as his other hand moves to his belt, but before he can unbuckle it, his father's voice sounds from the other end of the hall. "You've always had trouble, boy, understanding what did and didn't belong to you. Out." The android can't help but feel embarrassed as Valdoon the elder approaches, the younger one slinking away - feeling like an object that they're fighting over.
"Understood - I can have the program autowipe the data. If it's found, it'll look totally mundane." Vetrik promises. "Actually, this time, hacking credentials into the system so that we can get into the game might prove tougher than usual. Maybe we should get a professional forger to do it?"
With her excitement growing higher, and higher. Eve was salivating as she saw the younger Valdoon start undoing his belt. Only to hear the older one's voice, making her blush even more. As her arousal was obvious from her appearance, with her nipples poking through her dress, and her juices running down her inner thighs, soaking into the tops of her stockings. But as the younger Valdoon ran away, Eve slowly gets to her feet. Still blushing as she looks toward the older one. "So... what is it you wanted to meet me for?"
Ny'yari moves out of the way so Tow can kneel beside her, not skipping a beat as the two of them start sucking his cock together. "I-I can...see that..." The young lord moans out loud as the two Twi'leks suck him off, his hands moving to their heads. "Oh, it feels so good..." Outside, Tow knows that to the person spying on them, they look exactly like nothing more than skilled whores.
"There was a task I had in mind for you, but first..." He grips the back of her hair, forcing her to look upwards into his piercing eyes. "I want to continue where we left off last time." The old man guides her through a doorway, and into a bedroom.
Isabia rise eyebrown. They still have 10 000 credits so there is no point in sparing for later these credits. " Okey, we could hire someone. Any ideas where we can find someone with skills what we desire? Someone trusted. "
"Aahn." Eve moans, despite the fact that she could easily fight him off, specially with her recent upgrades. Such a thought doesn't pop in her mind, as she's lead a bedroom. "Mmh." She whimpers in excitement, feeling her artificial heart pounding her chest chest. Her breathes growing ragged, as her body starts to yearn his rough, dominating touch.
"On Coruscant, there was someone. I never knew them, but they had a pretty sterling reputation." Vetrik explains. "They were called the Mask Maker. I don't know how to contact them, but a friend of mine does."
"Get on the bed." Valdoon orders. "On your knees." Eve notices that the tone of his voice isn't demanding, as if he's trying to make her do as he says - he already knows she'll do as he pleases.
Isabia sigh. "So we have to involve one more person? Okey, let's contact your friend. I hope you didn't left him with some kind debt to pay." She joked on punch him in the shoulder.
Eve obediently does as she's told, getting on the bed, and kneeling. She could feel her juices running down her inner thighs, with some even dripping onto the sheets. As her excitement grows at a higher rate.
Tow grunted with pleasure - all was going well... for now. "So~" Tow asked as she released the man's meat. "Which one of us is better? Which one do you want to fuck?" She asked as she pushed her breasts against fellow Twi'lek, and put her cheek against a fellow female while looking at the young man with a promise...
The young man's cock springs up as it leaves Tow's mouth, covered in their saliva, and rock hard with need. "W-Which one...?" He looks between the two of them, bountiful green chests pressed together. "I-I, uh... You're both stunning... I can't choose..." He chuckles awkwardly, and scratches his head. "U-Um... You..." He looks at Tow.
"Er, actually, she owes me a favor." Vetrik chuckles, and blushes slightly. He heads out to the comms section of the freighter to send out a message to his friend. An hour later, he returns. "Alright, the deal's in level 1218 of Coruscant - Black Sun territory. I know the way."
The old noble hastily discards his own expensive robe, and Eve comes face to face with the manhood that took her virginity, rapidly growing hard. "I see you're learning your place." Valdoon grins, pinching her chin and lifting her head up to look at him, standing above her to show off his dominance. "You've proven you know how to sit. Now show me that you can beg."
Isabia rise eyebrown for that news. "She owe you the favor? Intresting, is that girl who you tried to save by deleting her debts from thugs? Well, it sounds interesting." She said as she take her wibroblade and changed on that clan marks of Wreath on her own clan. They continue travel to Coruscant.
"Aaah." Eve whimpers, shuddering from his dominance as she's forced to look up into his eyes. And upon hearing that he wanted her to beg, the once proud android gulps. As her gloved hands take the hem of her dress. Lifting it up to reveal her leotard covered pussy, along the fact that her juices had already soaked through the fabric, and already running down her inner thighs. "A-aahn... please... master." Eve bites her lower lip, feeling her excitement reaching its peak. "U-use me however you see fit." She managed to reply, not asking him to fuck her, but make use of her, as if she was simply his property.
"Oh, my~" Tow chuckled. "I guess it was a hard choice~" She said as she took off her top and bottom. She stood with her legs apart, her boots clicking on the floor. "Well?" She asked as she prompted the young man.
"Yeah, her." Vetrik says quietly. Carving into the thick steel of the vibroblade is a tough job, but eventually the clan markings no longer show the sigil of Wreav. Some time later, the ship lands on Coruscant, heading downwards into the darkness of the undercity, more than a thousand levels down. "Alright, the deal is just the two of us, no weapons, by the industrial cooling centre not far from here." Vetrik explains.
His lip curls upwards, and then he's on her, thrusting his hard on deep into her mouth and throat, fucking her as she's come to love being fucked: Roughly.
