Nami’s hands press her breasts tightly around hard form of the merchant’s member as she pleasures it with deep strokes, up and down, up and down. She finds herself breathing hard – from exertion and from the warm sensations that grow inside her too, her body craving more. Her lips are parted as she pants, seeing the head of his cock rise up and vanish again into her cleavage. Awaiting her moment to take in her mouth once the time comes. Mustn’t make a mess, after all.
Jura observed quietly Seri, as she removed ropes from the dead woman, as she leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, a sweat gathering on her forehead. The two women grabbed the body and lifted it. After some struggles, the two managed to push the Twi'lek inside the hole - soon two feet disappeared in darkness and Jura closed the hatch. "Alright." She gasped tiredly. "That's done. Slaver's in trash - no better place for the scum." She put a hand on Seri's shoulder. "Let's get back on the ship." She said.
Sweat started showing on the man's skin. He was looking down at Nami as if charmed. "You are beautiful~" He gasped, as she worked her tits over his shaft. He reached with hands, then hesitated, before tracing his fingers along Nami's lekku. He grabbed one of longer tentacles and toyed with it, rolling the end between his fingers.
Seri nods mutely, allowing herself to drift back towards the ship, wanting nothing more than to crawl into some dark space and forget everything that’s just happened. Probably try to forget even further back, while she’s at it.
The caress of her head-tendril draws a gasp of pleasure from Nami, warm tingles running down her scalp. The rewarding touch of her latest mas— no! This is just a transaction! …But she is allowed to enjoy it, isn’t she…? Looking up at him, half-breathless, she maintains a steady rhythm, bringing him closer to the edge – bringing herself closer, for that matter, as she begins to lose herself in the crescendo of sensation.
The two walked back to the ship, as they were walking up the tramp, Jura swayed on her legs and leaned against the wall with her good hand, sweat visibly forming on her forehead.
The man's breathing became heavier, quicker, his face flushed, sweat slowly forming on his body. His dick was hard, pulsing, hot on her skin. It was twitching- The man grabbed her by the shoulders and raised to her feet, pushing her against the table. He grabbed pants, pulling them down.
Seri does her best to catch Jura as she sways, guiding the other woman further into the ship. “We - we need to get sitting down. And, uh, water? Kriff, I don’t even know if we have any medicine onboard.” If only she’d got the communications properly working, she could call Nami and Kaelaen back to the ship.
"Oh, Jackie, what are you doing getting shot up?" Olena asked, a mix of trying to seem casual coming together with very-much-trying-not-to-panic coloring her voice, as she joined Trisk in trying to locate an aid kit, praying for bacta for the sake of the mission and Jackie's health.
