He fuck her faster relasing more and more his ero-pheromones. "You would cook for me and helping in my machines work, dressed only in apron." He wisperd his fantasy, as he fuck her. Why Empire killed most Jedi, when they are so great fuckers?
Dana had another purpose to having chosen to drug him. It would slow down his system and make it a lot less likely that he'd end up going into shock. While Rodian's were biologically different as a species, they still retained a lot in common with most other humanoids. At least enough that it wouldn't make a difference from sustaining blaster wounds. She went to work and it really wasn't much worse than anything she had seen before. This seemed like an easy enough fix to her.
"Mm. And here I thought you took it to help the empire." He chuckled, placing his robotic hand on top of her head. He lets her set the pace as she licked his cock, which grew at least three inches, while also growing thicker.
Gailte smiled. "Yes... it was amazing. And we will be repeating it many, many more times." She got up and dropped her panties, then sat back. "Forgive me the deception- I'm just that greedy. Now, before I set some rules, kneel, with your legs apart, grab your forearms behind your back and push those delicious breasts forward." MILF slowly opened her uniform, releasing her breasts. "Will we be having any problems? You want to say something? Isn't this what you wanted - for me to keep you leash?"
Yasmeena shrugs. "Possibly. I'm not quite sure though". As she speaks, the ramp opens, and Yasmeena gives a look of surprise as she turns to see what's happening. "Oh, come on! For kriff's sake!"
She rocks her hips forwards to meet his thrusts, clenching her pussy down on his member. "I'd love it. I'd do whatever you say!"
The thugs insides stink, as she fixes him up, but the job is done easily beyond that. The man claps. "Well done. You're in." He takes the blaster back from her and shoots the rodian in the head. "Too much trouble to take him back alive", he explains. "I'll pay you the amount of his bounty on the ship. I'm Cyrus, by the way".
Meera takes him a little deeper, beginning to bob her head up and down his cock, playing with his balls.
Three humans in battle armour burst into the ship. The leader, a large bald man with severe facial scarring, looks at Paz and draws his blaster. Yasmeena gets between them. "What the hell are you doing? This is not what we agreed!" The bald guy shrugs. "He pissed off the admiral. We got orders to kill him. Get out the way, Twi'lek". Yasmeena stands firm. "I demand to speak to the Admiral myself! Stand down, I'm your superior officer!" The bald guy shrugs. The two men at his sides spread out, flanking Paz. The leader says "My orders supercede that. Now move aside, or I'll shoot through you, bitch". Yasmeena doesn't move.
Paz gently nudges Yasmeena aside and goes Face to Helmet with The Leader. "Cant remember to have pissed of a Admiral. Care to explain before starting to blast around?"
"Nice to hear that Ry'landra. Now turn around." He comand and roll her on her front, to fuck her in doggy stile and hold her lekku, to keept her head up.
Well that's annoying. Not as is if she really wanted the thing hanging around anyway, but it was still mildly bothersome for all the effort to be wasted. This was however, more or less, what she expected to him, so she couldn't be all that surprised. This did mean she had finally secured some work for the time being and some credits to spend. All in all, it wasn't a bad trade off. Everyone benefited, except for the Rodian, but she doubted that he would complain anytime soon. "I'm Dana....and I'm not a hooker."
The bald guy laughs and shoves the barrel of his pistol under Paz's chin. "Zenobia, fucknut. You made her angry, and now we're here to show you what happens when a dumb Mando pisses off the Empire".
"Mmm." DT-L30 groaned as she began bobbing her head up, and down his cock. While playing with his surprisingly large balls. His precum already starts leaking into her mouth, while his thick member starts twitching.
