Tarrik grins, stepping out of her clothes and shoes. She shoves Loreley down onto the bed and pounces on her, kissing her wing woman deeply as her fingers begin to quickly move in and out of the tattooed girl's pussy.
Her pussy is tight around his dick, but she's wet for him, allowing him to ease his way deep inside of her. She moans into hid mouth as he kisses her.
Loreley giggled as Tarrik forced her on her back and jumped her. The brunette wrestled her tongue with her wingman's, while she pulled one arm around her friend and grabbed Tarrik's breast. Loreley kept moaning and rocking her hips against Tarrik's skilled fingers.
The action had been cleaned up quickly and swiftly. So fast that there was barely any time to register it. As her brain worked to process it better, her memories were that she hesitated more than she should have. She lost valuable seconds to nothing in particular. The only reason she could think of was whatever was in her system had slowed down her reflexes just a little. Even while realizing that she could very well have ended up dead, she couldn't quite work up the energy to be as bothered as it as she should have. How long was this stuff supposed to last? She didn't even have that much. It was still affecting her, at least a little. At least the troublesome parts were over. She had gotten her cut and things were still looking up. And Cyrus had shown himself to be genuinely more capable than she thought he was. They weren't exactly friends, but for just a moment, Dana almost felt like she was close to respecting him. "I think that drink still sounds like a fine idea."
DT-L30's thrusts slowly speed up, while his right hand gropes her tits. "Mm. Hmm? I guess we didn't lock the door, huh? Heh. Let's see if we'll be giving anyone a show." He said with a grin, before kissing her again.
He looks confused for a moment, and then the realisation dawns on him. "My wife? That's not my wife, that's my girlfriend!" He realises what he just said. "Please don't tell her I'm married!"
Tarrik pulls herself lower, until her face is level with her friend's pussy. Her tongue skillfully lashes out at Loreley's clit, and probes inside her pussy.
Cyrus looks pleased. "Let's go, then." He leads her through the streets. At one point he sees two heavily armoured individuals walking in their direction, and he pulls Danann into an alley, kissing her deeply until the men pass. "Sorry about that. Those guys are with Black Sun, a rival organisation to my bosses. Very bad news if they catch you." He walks with her to a reasonably nice bar, for the lower city. There, he looks at a green Twi'lek and a Mandalorian, and heads towards them.
Meera holds her hand in front of her mouth to keep from crying out as the death trooper fucks her and touches her sensitive tits. She looks in his eyes with passion.
She was preoccupied taking in the sights that she was walking without noticing anything. Mostly in her own world, it was interrupted by a sudden pulling, her body still relaxed and could only follow along with the sudden force landing her against a wall. Her brain still worked at realizing something was wrong, but was still late on the uptake as Cyru's body drew in close. "Wha-Mf!" Her words were cut off with him darting his tongue into her mouth. Her eyes began to lift and pop outward from the surprise, suddenly completely sober of what situation she was in. Instinctively, she thrashed a little bit, but in her weakened state, it was pretty much useless. All it did was bring her body closer to his stronger one, pressing her curves into him as he invaded her mouth. Cyrus who hadn't thought about what he was doing, discovered that the doctor's mouth had an unusually sweet feel to it, tasting something like strawberries. She panicked at thinking about what to do...and right then, he broke away. She was left gasping for breath from how sudden he was, but he already made his explanation before she could really argue. "...It's fine. Forget it." She wanted to do that. The heat burning on her face from humiliation was still present as well her heart pounding in her chest. That had to be what it was. Embarrassment or anger. One or the other. She really wanted to tell herself that and be convinced that was the case. She didn't say anything more as they walked, with an awkward silence hanging in the air, with the whole incident becoming one of those things, the more she thought about it, the harder it was to get out of her head. For good reason. Just for a second...not much more than a moment...Dana wasn't sure if she really did....but she could almost swear that for that one moment, she had started to use her tongue on his back. Arriving with him at the bar, she stood facing two strangers, looking a little awkward rather than her normally focused self. he most paranoid part of her brain almost jumped to the conclusion that they somehow knew what had just happened, but she took a breath and exhaled, calming her nerves as she stood by the captain, waiting to see who would say something first.
“Whatever, I personally want nothing to do with the sith, and if we get caught by the empire your on the fucking hook scum!” She grabs him and tosses him to Max-7 “Take him to the ship we are leaving.” She runs off toward the ship with both right behind. It wouldn’t take long before all three are off this polluted planet and hit the light speed to Corsaunt.
The Twi'lek stands, and she and Cyrus exchange a hug. "Hey Cy" she says. "Yas", Cyrus replies, nodding. He sits down, and Yasmeena takes her seat next to the Mandalorian. Cyrus gestures to the doctor. "This is Danann. She's the one patching us for the forseeable future. Danann, this is Yasmeena, an old friend." He looks at Paz. "So this is the guy you told me about? The big, bad Mando who took on an Acclamator?"
With the thugs dead, Vahlia finds no more trouble in the ancient ruins of Taris. In a few hours, she sees the lights of Coruscant through the window of the yacht.
"I doubt You learn that as ISB Agent. What's Your Story hm? And how did You end up In The Empire on such a Position as a TwiLek. They aren't really fond of nonhumans"
“We are here, your up!” She says to the sith thief stepping out onto the beauty of the planet With Max-7 right behind him.
"I've been in a lot of hotspots and hellholes. You have to learn to fight, or you die. Or worse. I'm great at fighting, but I'm a lousy shot. Luckily, when you look like I do, most people try to capture you, rather than kill you, so I'm in more fist fights than gun fights". She looks a little hesitant to speak about her past, but does. "When I was a kid on Ryloth, my dad was a resistance fighter. He'd drag my mom and me around with him when he fought. Mom died during a bombing gone wrong. One day, we got ambushed, and trapped in a cave. Dad decided that he'd rather we both died than be captured by the Empire, so he tried to blow us all up with a thermal detonator. An ISB officer managed to sneak in and kill him before he managed to set the explosive off, rescued and adopted me. I was Imperial ever since." A thirty something man and a curvy woman in tight clothing come and sit on the opposite end of the table, after the man and Yasmeena hug. She answers the man. "Yeah, Cyrus, this is the guy. He pissed off an ISB Rear Admiral, and now we both need protection from Zann". Cyrus nods and looks at Paz's eyes through the helmet. "So, Mando, what's your name, and what exactly did you do to piss this Admiral off so bad?"
His reddish-brown look into hers, smiling as she tried to muffle her moans. He then leaned in, placing kisses on her neck. As his thrusts begin to get rougher. Sounds of their flesh slapping against each other begin to echo in her room.
