Zenobia moans. "They're so good! Even the Jedi's weren't as nice as yours!" She pulls down the cups of Gailte's bra and begins to suck and nibble on them. The young woman grins cockily. "Try me". Her expression changes to one of pleasure as she begins to squeal.
She didn't really respond to the guys flowery attitude, but took the space anyway. "Yeah...sure." She gave a look to the other players who were closer to being indifferent about her. She actually felt more comfortable with that, then around the other two. She debated how much to bet, but decided against going absolutely crazy with it and placed 500 credits down. A fair amount, but not an insane one.
The female pantoran hands her an equivalent amount of chips, and hands her her cards. The devaronian smiles. "The objective is to get a hand of 23. Keep getting more cards to get as close as you can, and then stand when you feel like you're high enough. Go over, and you're bust." She's handed two cards. A seven, and a one. Her total is 8.
"Is that right? So that's why your rank is so high." He chuckled, "Well, I'm sure a pleasurable visit to the moff is also the reason." DT-L30 shrugged, letting her hold his slowly hardening cock. "But, you're right. Right now, you're just a rich girl. At the mercy of her own bodyguard." He grins, using the Force to rub her entire crotch.
"As you wish." Gailte grins evilly. She pushes the Admiral, grabs Zenobia's hands and cuffs them to bed's frame. She kisses Zenobia's lips, then disengages from her. "Slaves! Come here!" She calls as she strips her strap-on, skirt, jacket, bra and panties. As the women come in, she puts on a bigger strap on - one far bigger, with higher amount of bumps and with far more functions. "Do remember" Gailte purred as she slowly advanced on her pry. "This is what you wanted."
She bats his robotic arm playfully. "Hey! You don't get to be Vice Admiral without being good at your actual job, especially as a woman. Sure, Father and Tarkin helped, but my record is distinguished." She moans as he touches her again with the Force. "I guess, since we're all alone, you can do whatever you want to me, and there's nothing I can do to stop you". She begins jerking him harder.
The three women enter the room, dressed and standing at attention. Zenobia grins. "I've had worse". She wiggles her hips.
Gailte smirks as she slowly slides the monstrous dildo into woman's snatch, then, with one strong thrust, she brutally pushed the giant up, invading the blond's womb. She orders her slaves to work on Zenobia's breasts and ass. "That you say, but will you be able to withstand it?" She asks as she starts thrusting, at the same time she turned on the dildo's vibrations - and since it had far bigger motor, the vibrations were far stronger.
As Zenobia gives a voiceless cry, fluid shooting out of her vagina in a powerful orgasm, the slaves descend upon the blonde, their hands and mouths openly exploring her body. The Admiral's body goes limp, and her voice rings out softly "G-Gailte. Fuck me. F-Fuck me harder". She seems to go insensate from an overload of pleasure. Nyni and Rhea each have a nipple in their mouths, and Gin'Gige plays with the woman's round ass.
"I'm sure it is." He grins as she slaps his hand away, making him try to grope her breast even rougher. "Sure, I guess that's right. But then, you still basically seduced your way to gain those oppurtunities." He replied with a smile, his Force teasing slowly getting more intense as his lust grows. When she points out the fact that he's hers, DT-L30 chuckles, "You're right, even if someone barges in here, I'm sure they'll think you're just that depraved. Allowing your bodyguard to use you." He smirks, thrusting his hips gently, to make his bulbous cockhead rub her lips.
She licks along his length. "Tell me, what do you think of the Commodore?" She takes the tip of DT's cock in her mouth, and swirls her tongue around it. Her breathing, through her nose, grows deeper, and he can see her chest begin to flush red.
Gailte looks little surprised, but then smirks. "You heard the slut, bitches?" She addressed her slaves. "Don't be gentle - pinch, squze and slap those tits and ass." She orders as she starts vigorously moving her hips. She reached for belt and turned another option. "You remember the bondage I put the Jedi in?" She asked just as Zenobia sensitive pussy was zapped from inside by the strap on. Additionally, each bump on the dildo started vibrating whirling independently. Gailte smiled, seeing as she was driving Zenobia insane from all of the stimuli.
The room reverberates with the sound of hard slaps, as Gailte pumps inside Zenobia. The Admiral's tongue hangs out of her mouth, her face subsumed by pleasure.
Gailte grunts as she thrusts her hips. Seeing Zenobia, her superior, in this state, was somewhat satisfying. Then she got an idea. "Hey, Zenobia." She leaned in and put a kiss on admiral's lips. "Want to experience even more wild sensation? Orgasm like never before? But I have to warn you, you might loose your mind... Maybe even your life." Not necessarily, but a bit of danger would spice things up. She playfully caressed woman's chin.
"The commodore? Oh, right, that woman Gailte something. Yeah, she's got a sexy body alright. The death troopers posted outside Moff Tarkin's office even records her visits sometime." He replied with a smile, as she takes his cock inside her mouth. "Mm." Groaning as she uses her tongue to lick the tip. "Why? You two a couple or something?" He asked with a grin, groping her bra-clad tits with his right hand.
She pulls her mouth away, grinning. "Really? I'll have to see some of those recordings sometime. For intelligence reasons, of course". She presses her chest forwards into his touch. "A couple?" She gives a vibrant laugh. "No. We're not a couple. Actually, I haven't the foggiest idea what we are." She moves her head down to give DT's balls attention with her tongue. "How, oh, would you like to fuck her? It would have to be hard, though. Rough. Do you think you could do that?" She takes his balls into his mouth, squeezing them pleasantly with her cheeks.
Waking up from her nap, Loreley stretched her arms, the blanket falling off her shoulders. She put her overall back on and pulled her boots on. She went to the communal bath and splashed some water on her face, fixing her hair afterward. Feeling refreshed, the commander returned to the pilot's area and looked around the hall.
