As Olena entered the room, she found Trisk frantically looking through the shelves, looking for aid kit. Jackie sat by the wall, holding her side... There were also two bodies on the floor, two males, definitely dead.
Tying piece of cloth around the wound, was easy enough for Seri. Jura sighted with relief. "Looks like the bleeding is under control. Thanks Seri." The female smiled at Zeltron. She carefully hugged Seri, minding her wounded arm and blood. "There, there. You are safe now." She gently stroked Seri's back. "So... Twi'lek was forced to work there, or was she working there on her own accord?" She wondered. "Why did she attack you?"
A surprised gasp escaped his lips, as he carefully, almost fearfully, put his hands around Nami's sides and started tracing his hands over her. It did not seem he was experienced...
Seri flinches at the embrace, then slowly accepts it, huddling against Jura. But when she tries to speak, she feels an acid rush in her throat, and claps a hand over her mouth, shuddering. “S-sorry I - I can’t -“ she stammers, squirming free. She stands, hands shaking as she begins to pace. “Shh-she - I don’t know - I think, I think she worked there and I - I had to, to knock her out to escape and I, and I” She tries to wrestle with herself as panic takes over, her hands clutching at her sides as she rambles. “Th-they were going to auction me. And I - the next time I saw her, they’d punished her for my escape. It was - it was my fault.”
Jura frowned as she thought. "So, if I understand it correctly.... The woman was a slaver, she fucked up letting you escape and was punished for that... And now, she what, came for revenge?" Jura asked as she looked at Seri.
Nami’s head whirled with confused feelings – her own sensations now blending with what she sensed from the merchant. Another man whose name she hadn’t even found out before— was she taking this too far, too fast? Yet she was reluctant to risk souring things by stopping now. The urge to please was strong inside her. With her free hand she laced her fingers with his own as they stroked her, gently guiding, reassuring. Her other hand sought out the hard shape of his cock, to pleasure him – slowly at first, trying not to overwhelm him. Attentive to the cues she could sense from him, to what he enjoyed.
Seri tries to stop her pacing, rocking on her heels as she hugs her arms to herself. Eventually she manages a shaky nod, looking anywhere but the Twi’lek - or Jura. “Yh- yeah. That’s about the long and the short of it, it’s my fault. I’m so sorry you got caught in the middle… but thank you,”
She could feel his hard-on, in his pants, a bulge slowly growing. The man moaned lightly, slowly getting more confident. He traced his hands over her neck and face, fingers moving around her tentacles, stroking them slowly. Then, carefully, he leaned forward, planting a kiss on Nami's lips.
"AH~" Jura's exclamation was filled with a relief. "So she's simply a slaver scum!" She said with a smile. "Oh, so she wanted either revenge... or to capture you." Jura got up with a grunt. She checked her hand before turning to Seri. "Anyway..." She stepped in front of Seri and put her arm over Zeltron's shoulder. "You are welcome." She said with a smile.
Seri can’t quite share Jura’s enthusiasm, as she struggles to get her feelings under control. But at least they’re both alive, mostly unscathed. And she’s glad that - while guilt is tearing her apart - Jura doesn’t blame her. “I suppose - I suppose we ought to get her back inside. Whether she’s alive or…” she swallows down the word, “could you help me move her?”
Jura nodded her head. "Don't worry. Wait-" She paused as she looked at Seri more carefully. She frowned. "Wait a moment." She said as she made her way to the downed Twi'lek and knelt beside her. "Yeah..." She said as she turned to Seri. "She's dead." She stated simply, her eyes on Seri.
A little jolt ran through Nami. She hesitated a moment before returning the kiss, her upper hand squeezing his a little tighter. Pressing herself in closer, without fully meaning to, wanting more of his touch. Conflicting desires tangled in her gut. To stop or to keep going, to run away or to stay in this tender embrace… Through it all she tried to remember her priorities. Guilt gnawed at her, from multiple angles at once, but she had a ship full of friends in need of food. She wouldn’t let them down. Gently, steadily, her hand stroked the merchant’s hardening cock, picking up the pace as he got used to it. Watching for signs of his growing arousal as she prepared for her finale.
Seri grasps for the ship’s bay doors, missing the frame and stumbling against it as another bubbling sensation rises in her chest. Just a little longer just a little longer and then you can fall apart, find somewhere to crawl into and just rot. She’s never had to confront something like this head on, even the incident in Kaangor’s cantina hadn’t presented her directly with the damage she’d caused. She tries to think, tries to imagine what’s best to do - to take her mind away from the guilt. What would Strog do? “Wuh.” She stops, clears her throat, tries to stand a little taller. “We need to move her. Back inside the ship for now. Then later we’ll have to - have to find a place to dump the - hmph - the body.”
