Olena had been recovering, pulling her leg back over Adot's waist. "Ough, that was something-!" She started before the officer suddenly wrapped her arms around her subordinate's torso, their breasts grinding against one another as their positions were reversed with a quick but gentle wrestling session. "O- oh, ma'am, I don't think that's strictly necessary-!" Olena squealed as she felt Adot's tongue at her sensitive entrance, her feeble protests melting away immediately as she relaxed under the emerald woman's oral ministrations. "B- but, y- you know, won't say no-o-o-ooough, spirits," the voluptuous vixen moaned as her back arched with the curious and intense sensation of a hard but spongey object whirling around in her canal. She lifted her legs up and on to Adot's shoulders, allowing her to taste Olena all she wanted without having to drown to do it - ideally. There was nothing to be done if the emerald woman sank both both her own head and the target of her affections beneath the water to test her endurance, least of all as the Amazonian Amaran was reduced to a moaning mess of a puddle on the pond's shore. Olena brought her hands up, running them over her furry abs before cupping her breasts. "C- close already," she warned Adot, before her words devolved into slurry as her hands began to encompass, grope, and pinch herself, her thighs tightening around her jade lover's head.
Head empty of thoughts, Nami contentedly played her part, vicariously enjoying the pleasure she was obviously giving the man. Still, her eyes widened and she had to snap back to reality when she felt and tasted the sudden hot rush over her tongue. Her busy hands paused as she concentrated on not choking – hungrily gulping down the man’s load while doing her best to ensure her teeth didn’t get too involved. Only then did she let the combination of her relief and sense of a job well done, and one final stroke of her fingers, guide her to her own release. With a deep, muffled, wavering moan she slowly drew back; sweaty and satisfied, but about ready to come up for air now.
Adot smirked, from between Olena's legs, as she raised the furry limbs higher, the furr and skin of two women creating an interesting contrast. She quickened her movement, her fingers moving over the clit, stimulating her, while other slowly slid into her back entrance...
The man moaned, as he emptied his balls. He put his hand on her head, closing his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation. He smiled as he looked down at her, swallowing his seed. "Very good~" He said with a proud smile... Then he pulled up his pants, hid his dick and closed the zipper. "That was great~" He said satisfied as he started gathering his things.
“I don’t hear you complaining.” She grins, cheeks flushed, as she grips his arms - one firm muscular bicep, the other mechanical and cold. Seri gasps softly at his tracing fingers, then twists herself around, pressing her pert rear against his once-again stiffened cock. “Of course, let me show you.” She bites her lip, and peels down her leggings, easing her bright pink cheeks free. Bending forward, she presses back against him, warmth and wetness rubbing against his shaft. “If you’ve still got enough left in you?”
Olena had been lounging and relatively relaxed, playing with her voluminous chest to the tune of Adot's tongue in her, when the latter kicked it up a notch. Clearly, announcing her weakness had been taken as an invitation, as the officer proceeded to launch a three-front assault on the voluptuous vixen's erogenous areas. "Oh! Ooough, shhhhh-uuuugh!" Olena's hips shot up at the sheer intensity of the treatment of her lower body, a fresh deluge of femcum soaking Adot's lower face and covering the hand stimulating her clitoris in excited fluid. What seemed to get the biggest reaction was the finger that had slid into her callipygian booty, her rear taking the intrusion of a water-soaked digit with such ease that it seemed to beg for an additional - or more sizeable - intruder. Nonetheless, the Amazonian Amaran didn't come back down from her arched position, thrusting into her superior's face with desperate abandon and a song of whimpers and yelps. Reflexively, her hands tightened their grip over her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples in masochistic abandon until- "Adot!" Olena screamed with whorish abandon as she squirted in Adot's face, her hands curling over her chest to meet together in unconscious reaction to coming undone under the emerald woman's tongue and fingers. She formed an arc out of twitching muscle and shuddering fat, before collapsing under the weight of a second climax, devolving into a slurring puddle as she recovered from the intensity of the pairing. "Ough... That was... Awesome." She commented, sounding more like a drunk valley girl than the farm girl that she was.
Nami felt a glow of pride at those words, her skin tingling pleasantly from his touch. She continued to kneel for now, chest heaving, panting for much-needed breath. Part of her almost wanted more – but as her orgasm faded, a certain clarity returned. “I’m glad I could be of service,” she murmured, looking up at him with a smile. “So there’ll be no difficulties for my friend, when her ship comes in…?”
The man chuckled, as he slowly traced his hand over her back, fingers lightly moving over the skin. "Oh, I am still thirsty~" He said as h wrapped his flesh hand around her stomach. She could feel his again erect dick, slowly sliding into her pussy...
Adot smiled as she lay down, next to Olena, head on the sand, while rest of the body in water. "Well... I guess that can be considered a R&R done, yes?" The woman chuckled as she sighted with content, laying in the water.
The man nodded his head, stiffly. "Yes, I believe there will be no problem." He glanced at Nami. "If you are still thirsty, there is a brothel on the station." He said as he gathered his things. "I will pass a massage to your friends were you docked." With those words, he nodded to her and left the ship, leaving Nami alone.
A breathless moan trickles over Seri’s lips before she can contain herself, and she reaches to place one hand over his, enjoying the warmth and pressure on her belly, even as she drinks in the heat of his invading cock. “I expect… the very best results… for your side of the bargain.” She murmurs, leaning back as he enters her, to nestle her cobalt locks against his neck. The double meaning comes out slurred and breathy, and in that moment she isn’t even particularly worried about their actual business, her thoughts overtaken by how he feels inside her.
Olena responded in an undignified slurry of incomprehensible gibberish, nerveless fingers and toes twitching. After a moment to collect herself, the voluptuous vixen worked herself up onto her elbows, looking down towards Adot's bobbing head. "Guh... Thanks for fucking my brains out, maaaaa'am," she droned on in a monotone pitch, falling onto her back again. "If we're heading back... I'm going to need a minute," she warned, one arm rising to fruitlessly grasp for her equipment and clothes. After a couple of fruitless swipes, she pretended to strain an open hand over, like a Jedi calling upon the Force to lift her things and bring them to her, complete with an exaggerated "HNNNNGH!"
“Wait—” Nami’s voice faltered as she called after the man, the man who hadn’t told her his name. Conflicted feelings tangled inside her. She’d got what she wanted, in theory, but at what cost? How long could she keep denying that she was a whore when all she ever did was to whore herself out? Her knees hurt and she felt suddenly cold. Unsteadily she picked herself up and went to get her clothes – she at least had to make sure that the ramp was closed, that her ship was secure, before she took yet another much-needed shower.
"Hmm..." The man grunted lightly as he sheeted the entire length of the dick into Zeltron's wet pussy. He leaned over her, his hand tracing over her back, then wrapping around her hair. "You receive the quality you give~" He whispered into her ear, as he started thrusting into her - slowly, moving almost carefully.
Adot lay on the sand, tired and content. "Well... The scouting took us some time." She said not really trying to get up. For a moment, she just rested, as Olena was putting on her clothes. But after a moment, Olena realised she was looking up at the stars - as she followed her sight, she noticed a point in the sky, high... A triangle shaped one.
Her call remembered unanswered, as her voice was too weak to bring the attention of the man who just left. Another face to be forgotten in her memory... Maybe she would remember shape and texture of his dick better then his face? The shower, made her feel fresh and clean... She had some time, before the other ship would arrive. Free time to use anyway she desired.
“Oh.” Is all Seri can manage, as he slips readily past her pliant folds, burying himself inside her. She rocks back with a heavy, muted slap, the gloves of her ass rippling with impact, her toes curling in pleasure. Her back arches away from him as his hand finds her hair, sending a shudder through her petite body, sticky breasts wobbling and threatening to spill free. She leans back and forth, whimpering softly in delight, twisting her hips in a stirring motion, giving his cock the full tour of her tight insides.
"Eager... aren't you?" He whispered into her ear. His flesh hand moved to her breast, cupping it, squeezing, rolling the nipple between his fingers, before pinching it - for a moment, just a tad too strong. "Or, simply hungry?" He captured her earlobe with his lips, and for a moment it looked as if he would bite - but did not. He did increase the speed of his thrusts, his hand moving lower, sliding over her clit, then moving to her lower lips - where their flesh meet. He rubbed the spot, teased it, as he moved deeper and stronger into her.
"You can say that ag-," Olena started... Before her wandering gaze fell on the triangular object in the night sky, her eyes narrowing as the vixen tried to figure out what it was. "Uh... Is... Is that an... Imperial shuttle?" She asked, pointing upward. It was a common enough sight on Naboo, when she and her family brought their goods to markets near the capital city.
The shower helped to boost Nami’s mood, and to distract her from her doubts. Somewhat revived, she dried herself off and dug back into her remaining supply of clean clothes for something to wear. This time, she tried to dress a bit more professionally, picking out a white bodysuit to go under her ever-reliable jacket. She packed up her tools and medicines in her bag – deciding, after some thought, to leave her blaster behind. Then, checking and double-checking that she left the access ramp securely closed, she set out to explore the station. She had to find a way to put her skills on offer – her medical skills, this time. The need for credits was getting more and more pressing. And even if she was beyond help at this point, she reminded herself, there were still ways she could make a difference.
