Seri curses her fumbling hands, even as the wound is finally seen to. She nods mutely, offering Jura her hand and shoulder, supporting her as best her slim frame can manage. It doesn’t take long to find Jura’s bed, and she eases the other woman down, darting away to collect a water-soaked towel, and smoothing over Jura’s flushed face. “Thank you.” She murmurs at length, “I don’t like to think what she’d have done to me if you hadn’t turned up. If there’s anything you need, just let me know.”
Nami wavers on the brink of saying “no”. Kaelaen’s going to hear, she’ll know— the others will find out— This was never meant to go so far. But, oh, she aches inside with the need now. And in contrast with her other recent encounters, at least this man is gentler with her. Heart thumping in her chest, she nods to him. Spreading her legs further apart, preparing herself. Only able to hope he’ll remember and be able to do what he needs to…
Jackie waved her hand. As Olena made her way out, she quickly found Dew standing ready, blaster in hand, looking around, ready for fight. He gave a small nod of acknowledgment as Olena walked closer. When she did she heard whimpers coming from the woman laying on the ground. Both of her legs were hurt, but it seemed that Dew applied first aid, as there were small patches on them.
Jura nodded her head. "Happy to help." She said, her voice suddenly becoming more tired. "I need some rest. I suggest you also take a break... Sleep or do something to take your mind out of it." She reached out and grabbed Seri's hand. "Will you be alright?" She asked.
The man nodded back as he placed the head of his dick at her pussy, then slowly pushed in. "Hmm~" A sight escaped him, as he pushed deeper, his dick spreading her flesh, filling her, grinding against her. He reached out with one hand, to grab her cheek, caress it, as he looked into Naomi's eyes. The other hand held several of her lekku. He paused for a moment, as his dick fully disappeared inside her. Then, he started slowly thrusting, moving his his, carefully.
“No - yeah - of course.” Seri nods rapidly, gulping down her feelings and trying to keep herself together. She nearly falls apart on the spot when Jura takes her hand, and squeezes back instinctively. “You rest up. I’ll bring Nami to see you as soon as she’s back… otherwise I’ll - I’ll come check on you.” She nods once more, a little feverish, and backs out of the room. She takes a few steps, and then a few more, searching for somewhere, anywhere she can shelter. Finally choosing the first unoccupied room she finds. She closes the door behind her, then leans back against it, sinking to a sitting position on the floor, her hands shaking, heart pounding.
Before Seri could fall apart, she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Oh, getting to you, sweety~ Don't worry, we got you." Before she realised what was happening she was pulled inside one of the rooms, door closing behind her. As she looked forward, she saw two females on the bed. Someone gave her a slight shove, making her move to the bed. As Seri turned around, she saw a Torguta, already stripped of her clothes, smiling at her.
Nami let out a shuddering gasp as a thrill of sensation rocketed through her. Fear and excitement, uncertainty and yearning. The feeling of the man caressing her cheek, her head-tendrils, triggering deep instincts to serve and please. He’s not my master, she kept telling herself, while a large part of her attention was focused on not making too much noise. As if Kaelaen didn’t know by now what was happening. Not her master, yet – in a transaction, a purchase of food, she’d…sold herself to him. Her back arched, her fingers clawing against the table, she writhed to receive him, her thoughts beginning to melt in her growing surrender. The rising urgency of need…
(oh good heavens look at them all!) Seri stumbles as she’s manhandled into the new room, and urged towards the bed. Wide eyed, sniffling, she looks a fright - and these women are so very, very beautiful. But the weight of what she’s done and the persistent reality of it won’t leave her alone. “Oh. Oh no. I - I didn’t mean to-“ She speaks, nearly losing her footing as she tries to stand her ground, knees ready to give out. She feels more like she’s about to be sick, than ready to crawl into a bed of beauties. “You’re - I’m really not what you’re looking for. I’m sorry.” She backs up, one hand fumbling for the door panel, averting her eyes with a burning in her cheeks.
The man leaned forward, capturing Naomi's lips with his own. He cupped her breast and quickened his thrusts. He continued kissing her, groping her breast, while his free hand moved along her side, until it stopped on her ass. He broke a kiss for a moment, the saliva connected their lips, before he lunged back, kissing her harder, his tongue sliding into her mouth.
(Glad you approve ) The Torguta put her hand on Seri's, stopping her. "Oh, I disagree. You were falling apart alone in corridor. I know that, because I was in that point not so long ago." The woman moved between door and Seri. "Many of us were through this. Being alone, is last thing you should do." She gently guided Seri to the bed, where the other two women were waiting, their expressions calm, neutral... Yet friendly. Each of them grabbed Seri's hand as she was by the bed. "We can just cuddle if you want." The first one said as she grabbed. "Or, we can make you feel soo good, your brain will forget, high in a bliss~" The other said in a playful tone. "You will not have to carry it alone." The Torguta whispered into Seri's ear, as she hugged her from behind.
Seri hears the woman’s words, and sees the wisdom in them. But being alone is what she knows. And even if they understand how deep in despair she is, do they know what she’s done? Do any of them? She thinks about telling them, but she can’t stand the thought of their congratulations - praising them for taking the life of a slaver, like Jura had. Maybe their horrified faces would be better. But still it’s hard to resist, and Seri allows herself to be pulled closer. Old, ingrained behaviours tell her to be good, to not let them down. To do as she’s told. She manages to wrestle herself back just short of falling into the pile of flesh, instead gulping thickly, still hunched in on herself. “M-maybe just for a while… I can’t… I don’t think I can be touched right now, not like that. But, I could stay for a bit…”
Her lips already parted, Nami joins in the kiss without thinking – any feeble thought of protest melting to nothing at this point. Gone, for now at least, any thought of control or manipulation. She just want to please him – and she still doesn’t know his name… But his hands on her body, his cock reaching deeper inside her – in the heat of the moment, it feels right. She’s his to play with. It takes all her failing willpower to focus on staying quiet; pointless, surely, by now, yet she clings to that imperative, her last handhold as she dangles above an abyss of shame and surrender.
Olena waves cheerily at Dew. "Hi! Jackie was hurt, but Trisk is taking care of her." With decidedly less cheer, she crouches down next to the wounded woman, prodding her in the forehead. "Mind explaining why your guys decided to start shooting at mine?"
The Torguta hands reached to Seri's top. "Of course you can stay." She answered easily as she started unzipping the jacket. "We could welcome you." A woman seating on the bed with long hair said. "Mayhaps...." The red head started. "You don't seem comfort, but punishment?" She asked. "Ah..." The Torguta hummed,. "Some of us are broken like that."
The man broke a kiss, and moved slowly, as he kept his eyes close to Naomi's. Then he straightened and quickened his movements. For a time, only gasps, moans, and sounds of flesh could be heard in the room. He groped her breast, traced his hand over her sides and neck, kissed her, toyed with her lekku, but she kept steady rhythm... Then she felt it - the man was closing this peak.
The woman groaned as she moved her head, to look at Olena. She was a young woman. She glared at the rebel. "Kriff you, scum!" She spa at Olena, saliva landing on her chest.
Seri closes in on herself, unwilling to be a disappointment, a burden, yet feeling her skin crawl with every touch. Even with the gentleness, the kindness shown - or perhaps because of it. She flinches at the suggestion of punishment, as if already lashed. “N-no, please. Nothing like that. Let me just-“ Her voice hitches, and in an instant tears begin to flow freely as she sobs.
