Twilight Sojourn, ch.3

Author's Note: I find myself consistently enjoying writing this. I really wanna see where this story goes -- I have so many cool ideas for it, but also wanna take my time with it! This one even went a bit over-length just 'cause I was genuinely enjoying myself.

[story] [fu/fu] [very light D/s]

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Everything seems to happen all at once, this mad scramble of shouting, running, and blaster-fire. The big, scaly, lizard-faced bastard with the E-5C fires off shot after fat, nasty shot, blowing away a number of clone troopers before they can even think to mount a counter-offensive. Several other clones – including the one with the teal pauldron, Howzer – are quicker to react, drawing weapons and firing in our direction. Jasst takes several shots to the body within the first few instants, attracting the majority of weapon fire for rather obvious reasons, but whether through his armor or sheer trandoshan toughness, he has yet to even let out a grunt of pain.

Kapp Zethri, for all her bluster, makes it clear very quickly that she is a non-combatant. Her instinct is to run behind Jasst and crouch, fingers interlocked behind her head, whispering “Shit shit shit shit shit!” in a panicked hush. She may be a brilliant slicer, and kind of a maniac, but it’s very obvious that she’s not going to be much of an asset in this particular situation.

And… that leaves me. Nura Qan. Pilot, smuggler, known blowjob-enjoyer, not known for firing on people I don’t have at least a solid forty-five seconds to aim at. Slippery, but not a gunfighter. I mean, I still draw my blaster pistol – I’d be crazy not to at least have a weapon in-hand – but there’s definitely a better way I can put myself to use, here. Pointing my blaster at the checkpoint troopers, I start shooting. Not aiming, mind you, not really aiming at all, just shooting in their general direction to cover my movements as I rush past and toward the Falchion, using the distraction Jasst provides to run up the gangway and to the keypad just beside the door.

Now, ordinarily, a keypad like this would open the door, maybe hail the cockpit, and very little else, but this isn’t the first time I’ve been in a tight spot and needed a quick escape. I quickly enter my own passcode, then follow up with a cheat sequence I had rigged into place for just such an emergency. The door schoonks open, but more importantly, the ship itself hums to life, beginning to hover about a foot off the ground. It won’t go much of anywhere without a pilot, but it’ll definitely skip a few steps in our attempt to escape Lessu. “Get on, losers!” I shout down to Kapp and Jasst, ducking into the doorway and then turning to fire a few more wild shots toward the scrambing clones. I’ve half a mind to leave them both behind, let them serve as the distraction for my escape – but with this whole operation so completely botched, I’m gonna need a newfake chain chode if I ever plan to leave the Outer Rim again.

While I wasn’t sure if they’d follow my instructions at all, Jasst and Kapp begin to make their way toward the Falchion, using as much cover as they can while the trandoshan continues to lay down covering fire. I’m confident they’ll make it – until I spot a trooper some distance away, one who had previously been felled but apparently regrouped, aiming a sniper rifle toward the unhinged theelin woman. Nobody seems to notice it but me, and I can see the long-range blaster heating up as it prepares to fire.

“Get down!” It almost feels like time slows down for a moment. In a fleeting moment of adrenaline, the clones all seem to be moving in slow motion, scrambling to duck behind crates, fences, or other docked cargo ships. I aim my heavy blaster pistol at the would-be sniper, decidedly too far away and too well-armored for me to ever take down with a clean shot. I squeeze one eye shut, both hands tight on my blaster, and squeeze the trigger.

There’s a pop of green light as the rifle snaps in half, its energy cell erupting. The clone sharpshooter lets out a shout of pain and surprise, dropping the scorched chunks of his weapon as my two stowaways hop aboard the gangway to the Falchion, rushing inside as the door snaps shut behind us. No time to think, I turn and sprint toward the ship’s cockpit, jumping into my seat and immediately bringing us up, hurtling the vessel out of Ryloth’s orbit as I prepare the Falchion to go into hyperdrive, sweat darkening my light gray undershirt and making my lekku glisten.

“Haaah… fuck… haaah… shit…” Kapp Zethri pants, arriving behind me a few moments later, out of breath and visibly shaken. “Are we… are we good? Are we out?”

“Yeah, we’re out,” I say, trying to sound calm, despite constantly checking the ship’s instruments to see if we have any starfighters on our tail. I haven’t seen any yet, but… you never know. “I thought you had your trandoshan on a leash?”

“We were in a difficult situation!” the theelin lets out an exasperated wail, flopping down into largely-unused co-pilot’s chair and draping her body across it, limbs dangling dramatically.

“And I am not anyone’sss trandoshan,” Jasst hisses, arriving only a moment after the slicer does. He’s been shot at least a dozen times, but if his injuries cause him any pain, he doesn’t show it. Pretty bad ass, honestly.

I pause, taking a deep breath. Leaving Ryloth yet again, this time with two cartel lunatics, maybe never to return. Never did get a chance to see Leetra again, like I promised. Just me, my ship, flat broke, with an old lightsaber that probably doesn’t work, and that weird little red pyramid that I still haven’t officially given over to Kapp Zethri. At least I have the one thing that’s always been most important to me – freedom. “Alright, you two, don’t crowd around the cockpit unless you wanna get really dizzy pretty soon. I’m gonna get us into hyperdrive and head for the outer rim. I’ve got a few guest rooms – explore, but try not to touch anything, alright? Not everything in here’s safe to play with. And you’ll know which room’s mine, so… y’know, stay out.”

Jasst leaves, surprisingly adept at escaping notice considering his massive size and fearsome appearance. Kapp, however, remains behind. “One last thing,” she says, slumping forward in the co-pilot’s seat and fixing those deep, dark eyes on me, her fluffy crest of black-dyed hair leaning lazily to the side. “I saw that clone’s gun explode. You made that shot from really, really far away. How the hell did you manage that?”

My jaw tightens. I’m reminded of that voice in my mind, the one that I’d started hearing after holding that strange red pyramid. The way time had seemed to slow down. Even a skilled marksman shouldn’t have been able to make a shot that precise, yet, somehow, I did. “Hey, you don’t last long on Corellia without having a few tricks up your sleeve,” I bluff, dodging the question completely, wondering if she’s actually buying any of my poodoo.

“Huh. Well, good shit. You really got us out of a tight spot – I’m glad I took a risk on you, little twi’lek.” She finally stands and leaves the cockpit, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I don’t remain long, though. I doff my gloves and longcoat, leaving myself in my undershirt, form-fitting leather pants, and boots, cooling off a bit after all the excitement at the hangar bay. Once we enter a clear patch of space, I set course for the Outer Rim and thrust the Falchion into hyperdrive; we can make more specific plans once we’ve actually gotten out of tightly-controlled Empire territory.

As I watch the stars cruise past the ship, my fingers make their way back to that weird little pyramid, turning it back and forth in my hand. It feels strangely warm – did it feel warm before? No voice coming from it now. Maybe the whole thing was just in my imagination, but… hmm, no, I don’t know. I slip it back into my coat pocket and hang the garment up, stretching out before heading off toward my personal quarters, hoping my stowaways can find a comfortable place to relax without any supervision being necessary. I am, it turns out, very much incorrect.

Upon opening the door to my quarters, I am greeted by the sight of Kapp Zethri, entirely nude, sitting on my bed with her back against the far wall, one long leg extended while the other is coyly tucked in. Her body is a delight to take in, though her outfit had left few surprises to discover – her breasts are small and pert, nipples a shade of dusky lilac that’s surprisingly dark for how light her skin is. She shows very little muscle development, sporting slim curves that complement her leggy figure. Tucked between her thighs, her member lies flaccid, though I know from seeing her ‘enjoying’ the twi’lek shows at the Slippery Lekku that that’s very much subject to change.

“You comfortable?” I arch a brow, folding my arms across my chest.

“Not yet,” she coos, unfolding her previously tucked leg to better show herself off, as if it was possible for her to be any less subtle. “I get the feeling you could change that, though.”

I let out a soft, contemplative sigh. I find Kapp to be something of an aggravation and a burden, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t very attractive, and sticking my dick in crazy isn’t something I’ve ever been too badly punished for in the past, so – why not push my luck? “Ah, what the hell,” I say, pulling my undershirt up over my head and tossing it aside, kicking my boots off and starting to shimmy out of my dark, snug pants, baring more and more lavender flesh as I go. “Alright, theelin, what’s that dick do?”

“Whatever you want it to, baby,” she purrs, tracing her fingertips along her own length, causing it to begin to harden. “Don’t tell me you prefer to receive, rather than give? I took you for the take-charge sort.”

“Oh, I’m quite flexible,” I reply quickly, climbing onto the bed and crawling over to her across the shimmersilk bedsheets, straddling her naked body with my own. While she has those wonderful legs, I sport a bit more muscle and slightly larger breasts – and at a glance, I think my cock’s a bit bigger than hers, too. Time to find out. “I first left Ryloth chasing after total, complete freedom, and that’s followed me into the bedroom,” I explain, straddling her and sitting up, taking gentle hold of her smooth, firm girldick and squishing it up against my own, gently stroking them back and forth against one another. “I follow my whims… it’s on you to keep up. You wanna get freaky with a twi’lek girl so bad, you’re gonna have to earn it, sugar.”

“Oh, uh – oooh…” she lets out a soft moan as I begin to massage her cock against my own, biting her lip and shuddering a little. She looks almost confused, like she’s not sure why things are happening the way they are, and I don’t entirely blame her – twi’leks are notoriously fetishized as being submissive and subservient, the ‘twi’lek slave girl’ being such an abundantly popular theme that few people see us as anything beyond that. She’s had those stereotypes reinforced by visiting bars and clubs as an outsider looking in, likely never having spent time with a twi’lek who chose to interact with her. She has quite the eye-opening ahead of her. “You’re, uh… ehehe, uh, you’re bold, I… like that….”

I’m not sure if she’s trying to convince me of something, or if she does like this and just doesn’t really know why. The answer doesn’t interest me. I lean forward, planting one hand on the wall above Kapp Zethri’s head while the other hand vigorously strokes the two of us, picking up speed at a rapid pace. I want to feel her get hard against me, want to have her eager and desperate, before I really take charge.

“Mmh, you’re getting hard pretty quickly, theelin,” I sit back a bit again, drawing my hand downward to show off both of our cocks, still cinched against each other at the base, showing off the fact that I’m bigger – noticeably, it turns out – than she is, beating her out in length and girth alike. “You like this cock, Zethri?”

She gets visibly excited at what she construes as an attempt at dirty talk, grinning widely. “Yeah, baby, I lovethat cock.”

“And what are you willing to do for it?” I lean in, bringing my free hand to her neck, squeezing the sides very gently, likely not even enough to make her light-headed – just enough to show that I’m the one in control, here.

“I – mmph, hahh – w-whatever you want. You want me to suck you?”

“Nah. Not yet.” I sit up in one smooth motion, shifting back and pulling the theelin’s ankles forward so she flattens out on the bed, then perching over her face, kneeling down above her. “You have to earn that.”

She lets out a muffled squeak as I lower my ass down onto her face, clearly unused to this, but quickly getting the ‘point’ of what it is she’s supposed to be doing. A moment later, she brings both hands up to my hips, taking hold of them like handles to anchor her in place, her tongue snaking out to lick and swirl around the petite purplish pucker of my rear entrance, her timid laps and prods suggesting that she’s rather inexperienced at providing this particular service. “Mrmm… mmpphhh…” she moans, her hesitation mounting into a sort of invested curiosity, a curiosity I’m keeping a close eye on – as I’m facing away from the wall, I can see that her erection never falters, remaining hard as carbonite as I take a full seat on her face, managing to (mostly) avoid the dull pricks of her horns on the skin of my buttcheeks as they flank her head.

“Nnn, there we go,” I sigh, stretching out and reaching my arms up above my head, simply basking in the sensation of the slicer’s tongue beginning to explore a bit more boldly, tracing lovingly around the rim of my asshole, kissing and nuzzling at the sensitive flesh just beside it, and eventually even growing so comfortable as to push the tip of her tongue against and inside of me, easing its way into my ass and causing my toes to curl up. With my knees being tucked on either side of her head, I’m very much locked into place, giving me no cause to hover or sway – and the stability I need to lean forward, reach out, and gently trail my fingertips up and down along the throbbing shaft of her girldick. She lets out an immediate, yearning moan, and my fingers tighten around her shaft, giving it a firm squeeze until her moan fades to a mewl.

With a tight grip but torturous slowness, I start stroking her aching shaft up and down, up and down, admiring it as I do so – it’s a nice cock, all things considered, and I find myself seriously contemplating letting Kapp Zethri fuck me at some point. Not now, of course… I need something to bait good behavior out of her, at least until our business is concluded and her and her trandoshan are finally off the Falchion.

I’m feeling generous, though, and I lean fully forward, bringing my lips to the tip of the theelin’s member, gently kissing and licking it, shifting my hips backward so my ass lifts up off of her face. I hear a gasp for air, and immediately silence it, angling my body so I can cram my dick into her wet, breathless mouth. The sound she makes would almost be funny if her mouth didn’t feel so good – there’s a sound of audible disappointment when she fails to get the breath of air she wanted, which fades almost instantly into a satisfied moan when she realizes her mouth is now full of hard twi’lek cock.

There’s a moment of adjustment on both our parts, and a new rhythm between us begins to form – me riding her like a speeder bike, thrusting into her throat while I messily suck and lick at her hard, twitching dick, her hands grasping at my hips while I hold myself in place. My one free hand swiftly, tightly strokes at the base of her shaft while I enjoy the sweet, salty flavor of the tip, eyes drifting shut as I rut my hips back and forth, cramming myself down her gullet again and again with a consistently faster, more forceful pace. “Hnn… mmmrmmn…” I groan, a quiver rolling through me as Zethri sneaks two fingers straight up my ass, treating me to an unexpected thrill that’s driving me closer and closer to inevitable climax.

After several long moments of rough, eager, repetitive motion, I feel a swell of pleasure ripple across my body, arch my spine, make my lashes flutter and my lekku tremble. I slide down deep on the slicer’s girlcock, taking it down my throat as I push my own dick down hers, letting out a muffled cry around her as I finally unleash. Several long pumps of my sticky goo shoot straight down Kapp Zethri’s throat, something she seems eager to swallow down as gracefully as possible – and, whether due to good timing or my own climax driving her arousal over the edge, I find myself with a mouthful of a similar (if distinctly alien – somewhat sweeter) sticky substance. I consider spitting it out, for the power move if nothing else, but… she’s been a deceptively good girl, for all her bluster, and I rather enjoy the taste of her cum swirling around my tongue. I swallow, then pop my lips up and off of her cock, letting out a contented sigh.

A moment later, I shift back, letting my cock glide free of the theelin’s esophagus and allowing her to suck in a much-needed full breath of air. “Ghah! Fuck. That was cool.”

“Glad you thought so,” I smirk, rolling over, then finally sitting up, sitting cross-legged on the bed.

“Are you, uh–” she looks confused, “are we done…?”

“I certainly am,” I lick my lips. I could go another round, but I get the feeling I’m going to like Zethri better when she’s only had a taste of the meiloorun without getting to stuff herself. “And this is my room, so….”

“Uh… oh! Uh. Yeah.” The look of confusion increases. She clearly expected more, and probably would have gotten it if I wasn’t intentionally keeping my distance from her. “Right, uh, cool, good… talk.” She gets up off the bed, still naked, and it’s only now that I realize she didn’t even bring her clothes with her – she knew exactly what her plan was when she came. She seems to realize her own nudity before making her way to the doorway, striking a cute little pose for me to remember her by, causing her slowly-softening dick to wobble pleasantly between her thighs. “Until next time, baby.”

“Until next time.”

She leaves, the door hissing shut behind her, and I topple, exhausted and a bit sticky, onto the bed. A quick romp did me some good, actually. Get my mind off Ryloth, the Empire, that weird little pyramid. The things I heard, the way I felt. The strange sort of… energy… I’ve felt inside me over the past few days. Rest, I need a good, long rest, in a comfortable, familiar place. That’s what I need….

The Force shall free me.