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The hyperdrive and assorted mechanisms of the Ebon Hawk hum, drone and whir as you make your way haggardly to your quarters. The day’s mood soured when another group of wannabe Sith had detonated what had to be two dozen adhesive grenades on you and your companions. Zaalbar was particularly upset, understandably.
You'd helped Mission painstakingly remove the sticky residue by hand at Zaalbar’s staunch ‘no-bathing’ request. After hours of freezing and crushing the sticky stuff from his thick, musty fur in a cramped space, you wanted nothing more than to be alone.
Truth be told, you also could do with some privacy given close proximity to a particular Twi’lek cooing over her best friend in a caring, albeit impish manner. Despite Zaalbar’s clear and present need, you spent an unequal amount of time helping as you did surreptitiously eyeing Mission’s every curve beneath her lax-fitting underclothes. Your present thoughts drift to recollections of the subtle, natural grace of her Lekku tumbling and resting within any recess they found. Picturing the gentle rippling of muscles about her collarbone… the dancing of her lashes as her eyes flit about her work…
*AHEM* Speaking of clear and present need; your armour was feeling a tad stuffy and constrictive. So you hurry on to your quarters, in a rarely travelled part of the ship to disrobe and administer some care of your own.
Unfortunately your increased pace brought you running bodily into Mission as she silently turned a corner out from the cargo hold. The collision causes her to drop the meiloorun she’d presumably just retrieved. Mission is the first to speak as you reach out to right her.
“OW! Geez watch where you point your lightsaber! Man, I'm gonna be bruised worse than the fruit.”
Mission kneels down to pick up the dropped snack. You panic, frozen in inaction as her proximity to your embarrassing erection scatters your thoughts. Mission collects the fruit and; making a realization, turns to look up at you.
“Why do you have your lightsaber out anyw–”
Mission’s eyes meet with the bulging in your pants, her shock cutting her words short. Surprise hangs her mouth open and bold lashes encircle her widened eyes, halted on said bulge before rising to meet yours. She tries to stammer something out but in a rare moment she’s without wry comment.
For your part you manage to croak out an apology and shuffle past and hurriedly dash finally to your quarters. A hot flush rises in your cheeks. How embarrassing. You’re both adults, but instead of just dealing with it maturely, you ran. That was far too similar to the dire uncertainty of navigating puberty as an oath-bound Padawan. No sooner than you shake your head to dam a stream of awkward memories does a quiet knock sound from the door. Of course it would be too much to ask to just hide in shame peacefully.
“Yes?” You reluctantly answer.
“It’s me. Listen, I want to– erm apologize. It’s no big– I mean it’s no problem! No harm done. Well maybe my hip. B-but that’s not to say that– Ugh! Could you open the door?”
You’d always found it cute how Mission stumbles when she’s being sincere. Once there was no reason to be snappy or sassy, it quickly came out how innocent her actual attitude was. She was truly a good person, without any of the trappings of a Jedi code or Republic allegiance like so many of your other friends.
“Thank you for apologizing, Mission. But it’s my fault. I’m sorry you saw that.” You respond without any movement to the door. You hoped to not have to face her until at least you softened. Not that your quickened heart rate was helping any.
You barely hear something muttered on the other side of the door. And thinking your heartbeat in your ears was just drowning it out, you prod.
“What was that, sorry?”
“I’m–”
“I’m not sorry I saw it…”
You definitely heard her right that time. Acknowledgement of what she was saying brought up that certain feeling of erotic excitement, your scalp is prickling and each breath feels weighty. Turning to face the door. Your finger slowly, s l o w l y presses the button to unlock the door. After a moment the door whips into its recess and a slightly flushed Mission Vao stands holding a security spike she quickly stashes and looks to you bashfully, having been caught in the act.
Without a word she takes one too-large step in and has to catch herself. She stands stiffly with her shoulders raised and her arms clung tight to her sides. Then, her hand reaches to the lock, and the door whooshes closed once more. Both of you stand in silence for a moment, as you wrack your brain for what to say.
“So um, h–,” you swallow with some difficulty “how’s that bruise? Is it bad?”
You can see the tension Mission had wound herself to release, no longer having to worry about speaking first.
“It’s not so bad…” She shifts about trying to find some comfortable way to stand in this awkward situation.
[Treat Injury] “Maybe I should take a look.”
[Success] “Oh! Uh, yeah maybe you’re right.”
You take a step toward Mission, her face refusing to meet yours as you approach. She hooks her thumb around the waist of her pants and pulls them down just barely exposing the cleft of her thigh and pelvis. You place a hand on the front of her shoulder. You glide along her arm for support as you squat down, letting your hand rest on the side of her waist. You shift to plant your knees on the floor as you inspect her. There aren't any marks or bruises on the exposed skin of Mission’s hip; no injury marring her beautifully deepening azure skin across where her left leg connects.
Your fingertips trace along the hem of her pants, passing over her hand letting her know where you’re going.
“I think I see… some discolouration.”
The tip of your index finger slips down, grazing her skin and hooking the fabric barely maintaining her modesty. You pause, to allow her a chance to protest… before carefully pulling it aside and down. The azure skin quickly gives way to a thick, dark patch of pubic hair, and to your credit, the skin is gradated more and more in berry-like tones. You hear Mission’s breath catch above you. You turn your eyes to her and hold eye contact as your hands reach up to her own on the sides of her waistband, coaxing them further down.
“Is it bad, doc?” Mission asks a little too innocently in response to you.
You can feel she’s warming to the situation, and finding her moments to inject her wit. You crane your head forward, nestling the tips of your nose and lips into her bushy hair and the toned body beneath it. Looking up into her eyes before saying with a slight muffle and a great amount of hamminess.
“It’s nothing a kiss wouldn’t fix.”
Your hands work alternately to both help Mission slide her pants the rest of the way off, and keep a grip on her thigh to pull her in as you dip your mouth down to enclose her clit, suckling just slightly in an ever-so-brief kiss. Your lips plod around as Mission’s hands caress your head, exploring whether the contact is welcome or not. As you increase your efforts, her fingers dig in pleasantly, sporadically twisting about into your hair.
“Mmmmmm, I think you’re right. I’m feeling MUCH– …better…”
Never one to bail on the bit, Mission continues playfully, but loses control of her tone as you suck a mite harder on a mouthful of her lips and clit. That small prank catalyzed things, as Mission’s feet step around your shoulders, bringing her thighs to close around your cheeks, and forcing your neck back. You reach around to pull her closer, and grip her plush asscheeks in either hand as she rides your face tugging your hair.
She buries your face into her, leveraging her makeshift reins as she forces her hips forward and back. Her rocking provides you a rhythm to work against. You would love to be able to say you were deft in your work, but in truth you turned yourself over to a desire to be everywhere at once. It proved good enough for your partner though, as she quickens her pace and presses more desperately against you.
Your fingers tighten their grip on her butt, feeling the rippling of her muscles as they repeatedly mash her groin into your face and work her sex against your lips and tongue. She begins to groan lowly through clenched teeth, trying her best not to be too loud. Her groan turns into breathy bellowing as your concerted efforts bring her to nut and wet your face from cheeks to chin and runs little paths down your jawline. There’s a very slight numbness in the areas that have been messed by her; though your muggy thoughts hardly register the sensation. Regardless, you are so happy to simply breathe and luxuriate in where you are still being held, Mission’s upper body now curled over you as she comes down from her orgasm.
Through laboured breaths, Mission asks
“Wh– Why did we– wait so long to do this?!”
“We?” You question, still quite muffled from where you are.
“You’ve been waiting?” You continue, forming a complete coherent thought for the first time since she came on your face.
You’re still in plenty enough contact with her to feel her body tense up, having given too much away.
“Well, y– you know…”
“I… I had a crush on you for… well, shortly after we met.”
She eases her grip on your hair allowing you to extricate yourself and look up at her sweaty face, painted red by a combination of her exertion and embarrassment. “I– I mean you– It was just a stupid schoolgirl crush!” Her cheeks blush deeper, decidedly more embarrassed now than hot and bothered.
You free your arms and reach over to grasp her shoulders, guiding her to fall into a seated position on your lap. She’s still floundering verbally as she falls to being seated, you raise up to still her lips against your own. It isn’t wild, or passionate or sloppy. It’s not typically the kind of kiss that follows foreplay. But it is an honest kiss. A kiss to affirm a mutual attraction
“I didn’t know you felt that way.” You peck her lips once more.
“But I’m glad to know we feel the same.”
“Oh no. No no no no, you’re not getting out of me proving it to you.” Mission rears her head back, smirking and shaking her head.
“You think you can just wave this in my face, eat me out, kiss me and then be done with it? After all the years I spent fantasizing?” Mission’s incredulous words are punctuated by her grasping the insistent hard-on standing at attention between you, separated by your long-suffering trousers. Your Twi’lek companion lifts herself from your lap and shimmies her way down so that her chest hangs above your crotch.
“I don’t think so. This isn’t over until neither of us can walk, and this room makes those adhesive grenades look like Bantha boogers.”
You’re caught off-guard with how juvenile and vulgar she’s chosen to make her dirty talk and you can’t contain your laughter. She pulls the front of your trousers down over your cock, finally allowing it to stretch out. Subconsciously, you sigh in relief. You shimmy and kick your pants off as she encircles her fingers around the base of your dick, staring it up and down. The smile she wears grows imperceptibly..
“Mmph. You know I worried it would be bigger. Like, scary big. But this–” She gives a couple exploratory pumps, before finishing her thought.
“This is a ~good~ lookin’ cock.”
With a not so subtle amount of zeal, Mission presses the tip against her lips and kisses once… twice… three times… getting more involved as she goes.
Four… she runs her tongue around the crown
Five… and flicks her tongue up the bottom of the head
Six… slides her tongue and lips up and down the side.
Seven… And lowers her lips to envelop the head as a whole.
She waits a moment there, your dick just inside her mouth. You shift to rest a little more comfortably, splaying your legs out to the side and resting on your forearms. Mission’s light brown eyes scan yours briefly then narrow with a grand smile as she lowers down, occasionally lapping at you with her tongue on the way. Her lips brush the base of your dick. She stills again for a beat. Then with her tongue pressed firmly on the underside begins withdrawing, before releasing you wetly into the cold air with a slight pop and beginning again. Your partner has only just started, but with how pent up you are, you immediately start fighting to endure as long as you can.
Mission feels you holding back and withdraws for a moment to speak.
“Hey. It’s ok. You don’t have to- to hold back. I want– I mean you can cum– GAH, I want you to cum in my mouth!” she puts you back in her mouth briefly before coming off again to add "Please!" To cover for her faltering she jams you back into her mouth and doubles her speed and effort. In answer to her request you relax and allow yourself to focus on the overwhelming sensation of her lips and tongue and how they roll over you.
It’s not long before you feel a tightness along the floor of your torso, and fire shot after shot into a blissed-out Mission. Her eyes are closed as your cum surges onto her tongue. She makes no move to swallow or retreat, instead humming softly to herself and swirling the tip of your cock with every bit of her tongue. Her breathing stills and she bobs a few more times as you cease twitching before swallowing your load all at once.
She sucks every bit of residual spunk from your cock before sitting back on her legs. Her eyes flick open to meet your own. She smiles warmly and lays herself off to the side of you, nestled against your leg and rests her head on your abdomen. Lowering down to lay upon your back, you both rest and feel the peace of a moment in the small bliss of reciprocal release. Absent-mindedly, you go to stroke hair that isn’t present, landing instead on Mission’s top most lek. Undeterred, your hand caresses down the length that is within your reach, then starts again as you collect yourself.
Mission takes a shaky breath after a moment, rousing you from a day-dreamy state. You look down, and she seems uncomfortable, you stop and rise to look down at her face. Her eyes are tightly shut and her entire face is ablush, but she wears– well, the most adorably dumb-looking smile you’ve ever seen and you feel your heart melt.
She stirs at your shifting, and heavy lidded eyes meet yours before returning to alertness at the urging of offering an explanation for her manner.
“I– uhhh Sorry. Lekku are… well– They’re sensitive- I mean they always are. But they’re especially sensitive when I– when Twi’leks I mean, are… turned on.”
You start to apologize, but she shushes you sweetly and rubs your thigh.
“It feels good, honest! Just got lost in it is all~.”
You log this information away for later, and roll out from beneath Mission while shimmying down to be face-to-face. You sweetly kiss, caress and paw at each other, giggling and teasing back and forth. Time and space are unimportant, you both are content simply enjoying the moment.
Soon after though, the kisses deepen, the pawing turns to petting and amid this, the thigh Mission’s crotch has been occupying is noticeably wetter, tingling the same as your face had. As for you, you’ve been recovered and standing at attention for most of the rolling about.
You wrap your arm around her and bring her forcefully to the floor beneath you. She exhales sharply and pants slowly. You lock your lips again, simultaneously reaching your mind out to the zipper holding her vest together. It’s rocky, your divided focus only barely able to manage the task. You decide it’s probably best not to try the Force for anything fine or precise, lest your control slip up. Still, the vest is unzipped.
You place your fingertips onto Mission’s abs and slide them up, under her shirt. Your fingers graze her breast, alerting Mission to what you were driving at. She pushes herself up, forcing you back and you both hurry to strip the other of the remaining clothing and lift each other to standing. Embarrassingly you both pull the other's shirt over the others’ head at the same time, briefly pinning you both in a comedic pose. You both can only laugh. You untangle and recover, still giggling as you have the opportunity to fully appreciate each other’s nude bodies.
Your eyes languidly trace the same curves you’d tried to commit to memory. All of those memories pale in comparison to the figure cut before you. Impeccably toned, lithe muscle and bone structure offset by plump, handful breasts that softly deepen in colour to an indigo-blue. Wide, soft areolas and the cute nipples at their peaks. Without them wrapped around your face, you can now fully see Mission’s shapely thighs; most certainly muscled, the same as the rest of her, but with a very pleasant layer of ‘fluff’ contributing to the plush ass your hands itched to be holding again now. As your head drags your eyes back to look into her face you note that Mission is biting her lower lip and appraising your own body, drinking you in much the same as you are her.
“Do I live up to the fantasy?” You tease, flexing and causing your dick to bob in incidental emphasis.
Mission's eyes flit up to yours and she blushed deeply. She begins to stammer out some deflection before you interrupt.
“You know, all this started when we were getting that gunk off of Zaalbar earlier. I can’t really fault you for fantasizing. I spent most of the time gawking at you. And then… doing some fantasizing myself afterward. So, I guess you aren’t the only one with a crush here.
Mission huffs dramatically, placing her hands on her hips and chides you as she steps pointedly toward you.
“Oh, so you leave me to work while you drool over me, then you have the nerve to try to cower in here with that awesome dick after dangling it in front of me like gizka-bait? Sounds awful cruel; you’re not turning Sith, are you?”
Seeing and taking any opportunity to mock the Sith, you respond in a practiced, over-the-top, raspy ‘evil voice’.
“The Sith do not cower! I taunt you with my dick and keep it from you because you are weak. And dick does not come to the weak!”
“They would say some crap like that, wouldn’t they? Mission chuckles at your goofing, circling you and giving your butt a playful pat. You turn to watch her sit down on the edge of your bed.
"Get over here. I’ll show you how much you cum to me~.”
Mission’s hand reaches to grab yours, pulling you down to the bed on top of her. You bring yourself up to mount over her hips. You lean in to kiss her on the head, then her nose and finally her lips. She chuckles sweetly on your way before bucking you to the side and hauling herself over you to start lining herself up for the start of her promised demonstration.
Taking any chance you have to be a bother, you distract her from what she’s doing by craning up to nibble at her collar, earning happy sighs and slowing her movements. Carrying a little further you trail kisses down her sternum, leaving tracks of your affection on the curves and lines of her form. She softly whimpers in frozen anticipation as you approach the peak of her breast. You pause, drawing it out until the moment she continues shifting to clamp your lips down on her nipple suddenly. Mission inhales sharply through her teeth, and exhales a sigh calling you a ‘jerk’ and halting her again to enjoy your tender suckling, nibbling and pulling. She brings her hand up to work the opposite breast, abandoning putting your cock inside her.
You decide to take over, clutching her butt in one hand. Still biting gently on her nipple while the other hand slides between you both to grab and direct your dick. Angling it upward, and using your grip on her ass to aid you, you give a couple of taps before catching the edge of her vagina proper and pressing yourself in. Mission gasps above you, and sinks her hips down to drive you further in, pulling her nipple from your lips. It is near searingly warm inside Mission’s pussy. And the muscular grip verges on painful. Both of these feelings ebb away from you quickly as though they’ve been hushed. You turn your gaze up to Mission. Her eyes are closed, she’s biting her lip, a blush consuming most of her adorable face.
Catching yourself just looking at her and not doing anything, you gently place your hands on her upper arms and coax her down to you. Wrapping your arms around her and holding her tight, you nuzzle into her. You loosen the hug after a moment and her brown eyes meet your own. Her fingers and hands caress your cheeks, holding them for her to plant a needy kiss upon your lips.
“As much as I love how sweet and cute you’re being–” Mission starts, before lightly grabbing your ears and pulling just barely to the point of pain.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna shove my vibroblade up your ass.”
Against good sense, you respond.
[Persuade] “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
[Failure] Mission pulls on your ears harder. As you wince in pain she clarifies,“I mean it, throw this dick into hyperdrive, or else.”
Mission raises and drops her hips hard onto you to drive both points home.
You dispense with the hijinx for now, and give a few shallow thrusts to let Mission know she’s won. With a satisfied smirk she releases your ear, places her hands on your chest and raises her ass to let you work your whole length.
You expand your movements, thrusting in as far as you can reach and pulling out as near to the tip as you dare before thrusting once more. Unable to hold back before long, Mission starts bringing her hips down hungrily in response. The strokes are rapid now, and you begin to feel their tax on your muscles. Surprisingly, considering your partner as well as the pace, you don't feel so close to climax as you figure you would. A puzzle briefly considered then cast aside by the sight of your glistening, lusty lover, the working muscle and jiggling flesh highlighted by her sweaty sheen proving far more interesting to focus on.
Your hands that were previously stroking and caressing her sides and thighs, now grip powerfully onto her ass, helping to plunge deeper and deeper inside her. Mission’s hands slip down your chest to brace against your core. Putting more of her weight onto your cock. Her sweat beads, and her breathing is laboured, intermixed with moans. She starts to speak, or rather her moans start to resemble syllables. After many tries she manages to say
“Want– you… want you to cum– PLEASE!”
You try to groan a question, but the rest of her demand answers: loudly
“PLEASE CUM IN ME!”
You answer by straining every muscle you have, taxed as they are, to a speed and desperation previously unknown to you. Crashing through every inhibition of bodily pain you finally blow. Mission howls above you as you empty yourself in her. A powerful, explosive orgasm drains your strength and makes the edges of your vision white. Pulling your attention away from Mission’s own climax. You relax, heaving air into your lungs. After a pause, and with nervous concern in her voice, Mission breaks the relative silence.
“Are you alright?” Finally getting ahead of your breathing, you manage to say you are alive. Mission dismounts and cuddles in next to you hugging you insistently and rubbing your chest.
“I’m sorry, I… should have told you first.” Mission says with embarrassed guilt.
“Um. I knew that Twi’lek– our uh… you know– Can make some other species feel… numb. I didn’t think it would be a problem! Honest! I thought bringing it up would ruin the moment! And it should stop affecting you as much with… prolonged exposure." She can't meet your eyes for a moment, but eventually gazes into you and with apprehension dripping from her words asks "Are you upset with me?”
Finally everything clicks into place. You place your hand on top of Mission’s as it rubs you.
“It’s… alright. Just new and strange. But if you’re worried it’s a deal-breaker: don’t.”
Mission’s face scrunches a bit, and her eyes water.
“You should also know… the eggs I’ve planted in you will hatch in about two weeks.”
The fleeting, blink-and-miss-it brief moment that her vulnerability made you trust what she was saying was all she needed to break the mask and laugh uproariously at you.
“Think those Bantha boogers are gonna have to wait for another day, you can find your way to your own bunk I’m sure.” You joke in return, shoving past Mission to stand up and walk away. Mission protests between laughs, holding you fast by the hand.
“Nooo! I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist!”
You fall back to the bed, sitting next to Mission. She rests her head in the crook of your neck while you hook your arm around her, your hand landing on her waist.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It’s… something that I’d researched back then. Guess I wanted to know if it was… safe for us.”
“You mean when you were fantasizing.” You interject again. Teasing begets teasing after all.
“Yes, when I was furiously masturbating in my bunk I read up on Twi’Lek/Human mating in the Logistic Database for Inter-Species Relations." She chides.
“Mating?” You ask, a hint of worry in your voice. It’s… just well– your lines of work don’t really–
“Sorry, the Logistic Database IS a bit overly clinical; I meant wonder-fucking.” She checks you with her side to emphasize her ribbing before continuing. “Don’t worry about pumping hot loads in my slutty little snatch. I’m not looking to be a mom, trust me. Though, according to the same Database, Twi’lek and humans can breed successfully.” Mission says, eager to offer the additional information she had, never mind that mentioning it might mix signals.
You decide to mercifully glide past it for your sake if not hers.
“Oh. I… I guess that’s something that would need to exist. Research into sex between species, I mean. I had no idea. Not something the Jedi readily teach.”
Mission nudges you again. “Hey now, Jedi or no, you did great!” The tone with which Mission encourages you is pointedly mocking, but it’s not technically at you, and she was just begging you to cum in her a moment ago, so you let it slide.
You both fade to silence for a bit, laying back and cuddling warmly together. A tenderness betrayed in mere moments by the hand that smoothly glides about your groin, stirring your member once more. Happily resigning to your fate, you lift yourself up to sitting before shuffling over to Mission as she giddily brings her knees under her and seductively bends over. With a wiggle of her ass enticing you while you line yourself up behind her.
“I really hope that ‘prolonged exposure’ stuff isn’t just you being horny.” You jab, and again inside her causing her to tense in surprise.
“It can be both~” She answers pushing back against you and sinking down, to rest her head on her forearms.
You press in, hilting yourself and draping over Mission’s prone body, confident she can support your weight. You grind against her ass getting a feel for things. Your hand coils beneath her to graze and explore her soft bush. Pushing through to flick your fingers back and forth over her clit. Flexing into your thrust, your other hand tugging her shoulder you manage to tease out as much penetration as you can, and along with the work of your fingers; earn a long, appreciative purr from Mission.
You hold, grinding now and again, but for the most part just letting yourself be inside her. The numbness is, true to her word, lessened such that you can vaguely sense the squeezing pressure on your cock. But you aren't able to make out anything distinct, as if you were walking through a fog. You pull out and away bodily from Mission. The tip the only thing left in contact with her.
You take a few deep breaths in and out, preparing once more to struggle uphill against the reduced sensation.
As ready as you can be, you grip about Mission’s hips and leverage her hips backward as you surge yours forward. Mission’s head shoots up and she exclaims in ecstasy
“FUCK!” You repeat this maneuver many more times, each accompanied by grunts, squeals and moans from the pair of you. Picking up the pace now, your strokes are shorter and quicker, filling the room with rapid slapping as your thighs crash against hers.
“Ah! Please! Ple~ase! Keep fucking me like this~” Mission cries then buries her face into the bed to barely quiet a wave of expletives, some of which strain even your prodigious linguistic knowledge.
You feel a need to punish her language (you’re perhaps a small touch motivated as well by jealousy of her undiminished stimulation) the only way that makes sense.
*SWAT*
Your hand strikes a glancing blow across her ass. Mission yelps into the bed grabbing onto the sheets and pulling them closer. Your thrusting glides more smoothly as she coats your cock anew in her wetness.
*SWAT*
You slap the other cheek. Quickly the same berry-tones of her blushing face rise in the blue where you’ve struck.
You press to the limit, halting and just barely feeling your cock throb. Mission’s body is heaving up and down with her breathing.
Slowly, so slowly that you could confuse yourself as to whether you’re even moving, you withdraw from her. You meet some resistance, as if her squeezing walls are unwilling to let you leave. Each time you manage to pull free despite them, Mission's breath catches.
As you near complete separation, Mission’s head-tails swing wildly as she turns to you in a sudden, petulant panic.
“Noo! Don’t pull out now~” The worry on her face melts into pleasure when you begin to penetrate her again: slowly.
Leaning forward when the pace you set allows, you trace a line of kisses against her shoulder and neck, All the while dancing on the word “Just… prolonging… my… exposure…”
Mission purrs again as you hilt into her, but the look she gives out of the corner of her eye tells you she’s impatient for more than slow thrusting. Both your hands grip her plush, reddened ass again, rubbing, scratching, squeezing and spreading her shapely buttocks. Mission can't help pressing her cheeks into your palms, clearly enjoying the attention.
Going out on a limb, you bring your hands closer to the cleave, pausing briefly to keep up the same play before you spread her near the center with the palms of your hand. You place a thumb against the smooth folds of her anus. Mission seizes. You worry you might have misstepped, but that worry dissolves when Mission's lovely rump begins to press back against your digit and you feel the hole flexing under your touch.
“This ok?” You ask, gently prodding against her asshole and coming just a hair from entering it as you move within her below.
“Mhmm~” she sighs as your thumb presses inside. The ease of entry tells a titillating tale, setting your imagination abuzz. As your thumb is quickly taken past the knuckle Mission takes a long, elated draw through her teeth.
You resume thrusting, bringing your hips once more to crashing against Mission’s thighs. The added delight of your thumb pumping into her butt quickly whips her back up to her fervor from before your bugging about pulling out early. The warmth and pressure on your cock is greater now, apparently having acclimated to that quirk of her species. That presence of greater feeling however, has you careening toward orgasm too quickly, finding only now how truly stimulating Mission’s cunt is. The near searing warmth and powerful contracting muscle that feels like a distant memory now is apparently magnified by Mission’s compounding arousal. The heat is now all but unbearable, and if not for the utter soaking you get from her, the grip would almost certainly be painful to overcome. You find yourself wanting for that reduced sensation now, if only to make it more than a few strokes before threatening to blow and losing your rhythm.
“I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer.” you warn, carefully measuring the pitiable tone with which you speak.
Mission turns back to you. The hazy, lustful expression she wears doing nothing to prevent you from blowing right then. She grasps the hand working her ass before panting out. “Just a little more~ Please! Ahhhgggrrrr you have NO idea how much I love having my ass played with.”
You feel an even greater flush come over you. Spurred by her admission, you redouble your focus on her asshole working the full length, twisting and rubbing internally to eke out all possible stimulus.
Mercifully, you hear Mission's breathy moans and grunts become more frequent and throatier signaling her impending climax. You decide to go for broke and plow through rapturous overstimulation. Crashing so hard against her you fear you might bowl her over if not for her throwing herself just as hard into you. You reach orgasm in just a few strokes, but resolve to keep thrusting through it without breaking pace, painting the whole of her insides white and bringing her over the edge as well. You manage to keep up thumbing her ass through the whole of her climax, her spasmodic movements against you drawing it out.
A few moments of mutual panting pass before Mission falls forward away from you. Your thumb slips out, and your cock springs free of her and into the startling contrast of the cool air of your bedroom. Mission collapses face-first, slumped over with her ass still propped up in the air. You catch sight of your load seeping out of her, and you’re suddenly stirred almost immediately to action again.
Your softened cock clearly isn’t recovered from its last bout, but you hungrily eye Mission’s backdoor, licking your parched lips in anticipation.
“Hooo– you really got me goin’ you kn– OH!” Mission’s head shoots up from the mattress her words were muffled into as you close your mouth about her rear end. Her pleasantly salty and almost sweet, earthy taste coats your tongue as you flatten it against the exterior of her anus. You drag the whole of your tongue across a few times before Mission starts to speak.
“Oh fuck…” Mission coos, in a notably higher voice. “You’re insatiable. Ohhhh I love it! Mmmyeah, eat my ass! Get it nice– and– wet. I wanna slide that bad boy in there and ride you into the floor!”
Driven; to say the least, by her encouragement, you really get into it. Pressing the tip of your tongue into the tight, muscled opening and letting it push you back out before entering again. You huddle in against Mission, hugging her perfect, round ass to you and burying your face in. The act stirs you to erection once more, distinct pain throbbing about its length as it reluctantly readies itself once more to action.
However you feel no rush to give up what you’re doing. You’ve made Mission’s ass downright slobbery, the ring of her anus now yields easily to your tongue. And so you keep going, utterly ignorant to anything else and completely lost in the haze of eating Mission’s ass out. For her part, she’s been alternating panting, swearing and mewling into the bed, clutching your head to pull you deeper and convulsing as you swirl, tease and suckle her backdoor.
“Babe, I think– HAH I– I’m plenty loose now.” Mission states as her legs open against your arms, trying to break your grip, but you tighten up and remain where you are, licking more insistently. “Hey come oOOhh~n!” she implores. “Into the floor, remember?” She wiggles in your grip, but you’re committed, and continue your assault. She tries to break your hold, but you jam and hook your tongue as deep as it goes and she crumples under the pleasure, abandoning the attempt.
“Let me go!” She says in an exasperated sigh as she squirms. Again her resistance crumbles.
“It’s not enough!” She whines, slapping at your arms and attempting to push your head away. “I need more! Please! FUCK! MY! ASS!” She bucks her hips to one side, and you correct; but not in time for her quick buck to the opposite side. You fall over, still all but fused to her. That is until she straightens her legs and twists in your grip. Facing you now she grabs your ear like she did before until you let go. Without releasing your ear, she straddles your pelvis quickly, a frantic expression on her face. She reaches back and takes firm hold of your dick, greasing it against the wetness soaking her vulva and sits on it immediately. The entirety of your cock easily slides through the well-worked anus and a euphoric wave washes over Mission as she releases your ear.
Mission lets out a long, throaty moan, rocking back and forth on your cock. After a moment, her eyes slowly open, and she’s looking at you like a hungry Kath Hound.
Seems you may have flipped a switch you shouldn’t have. “I was ju–” you start to say, but Mission quickly cuts you off, not being louder, or more forceful. But just stopping you from speaking with pure tone.
“No no, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Probably loved the taste of my ass so much you just couldn’t help yourself. I get it.” Mission derisively and accurately jeers. She puts a hand on your stomach, and the other on your chest, walking herself down like that toward you until her lekku tumble down and slap against your chest- a short shudder in Mission follows the sudden contact. She’s so close you can feel the heat of her breath tickling your face.
“But now you’ve got me all worked up.” She brings her rear up as she tells you this, and slams down as she adds “It’s your fault, so take responsibility.” She slides herself away from you, sitting up again and looking down on you with desire and making your blood run hotter.
“Now, you’re going to fuck me stupid with that beautiful piece that’s buried in my asshole. Got that?” She orders rather than asks. It didn’t matter that you nodded.
Contrasted from her pussy (or perhaps since you’ve overcome the numbing effect) you retain all sensation in Mission’s asshole. The smooth interior softly brushes your rod as it tightens with her body’s flexing. The heat is the same, still just shy of fearing that you might be burned for being there. The tightness is less overall, but even with your work to loosen the entrance, it still snugly squeezes at least as tight.
The first few thrusts into Mission are shallow, teasing yourself against the pliant softness rubbing the sensitive spots of your glans as it splits the flesh in its path. Once you’ve gotten a pace you draw out more before driving in. Mission’s eyes haven’t been off of yours since you started, still burning into you with carnal need.
Mission changes position, resting back on her arms and bringing her feet under her as well she’s squatted on top of you, knees bent and. The dark magentas of her well-loved bushy vulva are put on sensual display for you. With better leverage now she repeatedly gouges herself on your cock, her pumping steadily forcing a mixture of both your cum and her own wetness to ooze out of her sex, trailing onto you and then being pulled between you both in sticky, silvery strands.
You buck your hips upward to fuck Mission, but her wild rocking has you feeling a little redundant. She wasn't kidding when she said she was worked up. A lustful insistence to her movements tells you; she’s fucking herself with you now. That said, there's pleasure still in watching her frantically pursue her own. At least as much as there'd be if you were more actively engaging. You subconsciously let yourself be taken in by the erotic sight of glistening sweat trailing over and down her form. Over her perfect breasts, swaying and bouncing on the crests and troughs of repetitive strokes. Down her taut, athletic stomach and toiling abs into the wild, thick and primally exhilarating copse of hair adorning her sex. Then finally, to where she's so feverishly slamming herself onto you.
But she did tell you to fuck her stupid… laying there like a lump on a log, despite the visual joy in front of you isn't exactly fulfilling that command. Fortunately, you think you have something as of yet untapped to help facilitate Mission's desire. For now though, it’s out of reach, so you improvise.
You sit up, bringing your arm under you for support. With your right hand you grip Mission's inner thigh. She jumps slightly at your touch, her arousal making it feel like a lightning strike. You follow the curve of her thigh in and to its crux, nearly being shaken off by her rapid bouncing. You’re able to feel all the muscles flexing beneath your hand. With your thumb you can feel how pronounced and turgid her clit has become. Mission falters vocalizing her approval as you push and relax on her firm nub, rubbing its length as it fights against your thumb. Occasionally you press well past it and flick off the tip, again causing Mission’s body to tighten and flex. You quicken your pace, and flick off in more and more of your strokes. Before long she drives down, bending toward you and hilting on your rod and whining through her clenched teeth as she cums. Without even a beat between, she’s already riding your length again.
But your targets are within reach now.
“Ah! Wha–” Mission starts, quickly being cut off as you’ve grabbed her head tails near the tip and the sensation overwhelms her.
Her lekku are just as smooth as the rest of her skin. They wriggle slightly against you, and you can feel how finely muscled and strong they are. She isn’t using any of that strength to fight you, so you begin flexing your hand against them, lightly grinding them in the bed of your palms with your fingers. Mission’s face is directly in front of you now, the effects of weathering dual tides of pleasure from her riding and your massaging evident in every twitch and flex. She moans, loud enough to just prickle your inner ears. You’re overcome with a fervor being so close to her enraptured face, and you leverage her lekku to bring her lips to yours. Immediately, Mission is clutching onto your back, grinding against you. Her kissing is sloppy, manic and wild. Her breathing is heavy and rapid. She stills a bit as she cums again on you, still trembling through her nut and groaning into your mouth. There’s a slightly longer pause this time before she resumes stirring on your groin again.
She must tire eventually, right? Thank the Force you came so much already and can still endure. More importantly, thank the Force you still have ideas for pleasuring her.
You bring your right hand and its occupant up between the two of you, and at the soonest break of your lips, push the tip of her lek into the space. When her mouth meets the appendage, her eyes flash open, flit down to your lips then up to your own eyes. You sense there’s something more that you don’t know about what you’ve chosen to do. But her tongue coiling about to lick her lek as well as your lips keeps you from worrying too much about it. The pair of you alternate running your tongue and moistened lips over the skin of her lek while pecking kisses and licks to one another. The act is certainly strange for you, but not unpleasant, and akin to much of the blowjob she’d given you earlier- which gives you an idea.
You break away from the kiss, moving her right lek away, and pulling gently on the left to bring her down with you as you relax onto your back and place its tip on your mouth to kiss. Mission bristles and lets out a small gasp. Taking that as an invitation, you part your lips and allow the lek inside. Admittedly, you’ve never done anything like this, but you were focused enough on what Mission was doing when she was sucking you off that you feel you can ably mimic her. So you pin the tip against the roof of your mouth and run your tongue back and forth over it. Mission has a similar blissful expression to when you played with the head tails before. The same goofy but adorable smile and lidded eyes, and if that doesn’t tell you you’re doing a good job, her wriggling deeper into your mouth certainly does.
However, you’re new to this, and her lek’s wriggling sends it into your uvula. You gag for only a moment before the lek pulls out. You still have it in your hand though, and insist on her that it’s alright, quieting any incoming apology. Taking the tail back into your mouth you resume sucking. Mission’s hand cups your cheek.
“Just– relax your throat, and breathe through your nose. I’ll take it easy. And squeeze if you need me to pull out.” She instructs supportively and guides your hand from the lek in your mouth to her thigh. She then leans forward, kisses you on the cheek and resumes rocking on your dick.
The Jedi academy taught you how to relax, how to open your mind to the Force and allow all of its great power, depth and wisdom to flow into and out of you without contest. They did not teach you how to relax your throat to allow the sensitive lekku of gorgeous Twi’lek women to penetrate deep into and out of your throat without gagging.
Still, you manage to translate some things and push past physical imperative and autonomic reaction, and Mission’s lek has managed to breach your throat. As Mission guided, you take breaths through your nose whenever the girth of her tail allows. Once you’ve gotten comfortable with the act, you flick your tongue along the bottom and resume rolling and stroking the lek still held in your right hand. You look up to Mission, her mouth open in a protracted, silent gasp as she rides you still. At this point, you’re unsure which is more pleasurable, but all that matters is you’re pleasing her. For your part, you’re also getting close, the intermittent, but persistent riding you’ve received finally taking its toll on your already overdrawn stamina. You rub her thigh slowly and deliberately, trying to tell her wordlessly how you feel looking at her in this moment. She opens one eye, looking down at you.
“Ffffuck. You look so hot with me in your mouth.” She whispers, her lek coiling in small spirals in your mouth. You hum against her, and watch the shivers flow up her back and hit the base of her neck.
Eager to provoke another hum, Mission speaks to you again, asking “Yeah? Are you my little slut?” You almost gag again, but only because the immediate reaction was to laugh. You manage to hum out an ‘mm-hmmm’ and again watch the frisson of arousal run through her.
“Does my little slut–” Mission pauses then breathes a ragged breath in and finishes “want to make me cum?” Her pace builds on your prick, beginning to ramp up her stimulation. You give as powerful a hummed moan as you can. You pick up the pace of your rubbing on her lek, try to reach every inch of the one in your mouth with your tongue. Your hips pitch upward into her, and your left hand twitches, ready to deliver the coup de grace.
“You want me to cum?” mmm
“Wanna make me fucking bust?” mmmmmmmm
“Make me cum my brains out? Make me lose my mind? Break my brain with how... hard… I’m– gonna~”
[Demolitions] She’s gonna blow!
You throw everything to the max. Rubbing, licking and fucking Mission with everything you can. Mission; perhaps subconsciously, digs deeper into your mouth, pulling out just a hair before thrusting in again. You bring your left hand down onto her pussy and rub her clit again with your thumb. You blow first, providing the very last bit of stimulus possible and filling Mission’s ass with whatever was left from your previous nuts. Mission howls above you, louder than any time previous. You feel a wet, forceful splash. Mission’s squirting ejaculation hits you everywhere from your pelvis to your face. You flinch at the suddenness of it but don’t have time to come around from it as Mission falls on top of you.
The pause between her collapse and her stirring is just long enough to cause some worry before she moves and expels the concern. She mumbles. “I can’t–” she says as she finds herself unable to muster the strength to do anything, her muscles trembling instead of moving. You pull your left hand up to extricate the lek from your throat, since Mission clearly can’t.
You wipe Mission’s cum away from your eyes. And lick it from your fingers without a thought. It's salty, a little bitter but certainly a taste you could get used to. Distantly reminding you of salted dark chocolates. Your tongue tingles a little but seemingly you are; for the moment, acclimated to the numbing effect.
Putting that thought aside, you wrap an arm around Mission, holding her body you rotate yourself and let her flop onto the bed on her back. Looking into her eyes she’s clearly dazed, having trouble focusing on anything. You lean down to kiss her forehead, then find your way out of the bed. Standing for the first time in what feels like hours and shaking the stiffness out of your legs. You retrieve some water from a carafe for you and your partner. Walking back to her you present the glass as you drain your own. She’s able to sit up now, and takes a few breaths before she takes the water from you.
“Sorry. I– hahah~ I guess I passed out.” Mission drinks half her water in one go and says incredulously “You really fuckin’ did it, hey? Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.” She sends the rest of the water off before handing the empty glass to you.
You sit down beside her, willing the pair of glasses over to their origin as you tend to your lover.
“Well I’m happy your little slut could be of service.” You tease as you slide in next to her. She hums in approval. “I’m glad that didn’t put you off, it just came out. Lekku-play is– HOO!” She exclaims, fanning herself a little.
“And I didn’t even have a Logistic Database for Inter-Species Relations.” You preen, snuggling against her, willfully ignorant to you both being quite a mess of fluids.
“Mm, no you didn’t. If you had, you might’ve known that uh, culturally, sucking on a Twi’lek’s lekku is a pretty… profound gesture.” She subtly hints, a sly undertone marks her innuendo.
You turn to look at her and she takes you up on your curiosity.
“There’s no direct one-to-one comparison, but it’s something typically reserved for committed couples. I think it's something to do with food being scarce on Ryloth? Anyway, it's like a private admission you can’t live without them.” Mission says after a few pauses to pin down the right words. Translation of cultural beliefs between species has always been a difficult and nuanced topic.
“Oh, that’s fine then.” You respond quickly trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. She turns to look at you now.
“Yeah? You saying you can’t live without me?” She teases and giggles, unprepared for when you tell her as easily as breathing that yes, absolutely that is the case.
After Mission’s finished fervently kissing you she sighs and collapses next to you, before half-heartedly complaining “It’s a shame we did this out of order. I really want to jump you right now, but I don’t think we could actually go again.”
You chuckle, and consider something else as you buy time by asking what the deal was with her reaction to making out around her lek earlier.
“Oh that– It’s more a joke now– there was a puritanical belief long ago that seeking pleasure with your own lekku was taboo and dirty. Nowadays everyone does it anyway. It was really hot when you initiated it though.”
As she speaks, you explore yourself internally with the Force, easing and calming taxed muscles, and gently coaxing vim and vigor to return. Techniques usually relegated to mending wounds and removing toxins but that should allow at least one more round. Feeling like you just woke up from a nap now you sit up, and kneel in front of Mission to do the same, asking (you suspect) one last question.
“What else can Lekku be used for?” Deciding it’s your turn for innuendo.
As the same restorative power rushes over Mission she catches on to what you’re doing, being no stranger to being healed by you in this manner in more life-threatening situations. She shifts about, blushing once more and biting her lower lip preparing to jump you as she promised. But first she answers your question in part by saying
“This, for one.” The tips of Mission’s lekku move to cross over each other...
Once
Twice.