Chapter I

In which Naven meets Kaliyo Djannis in the Waiting Area of Olaris Spaceport

Welcome to Taris, I'm Governor Saresh…, the spaceport loudspeaker was saying. Naven Furel was sitting in the central terminal waiting area, the hub to which all the ship docking bays connected. It was as a whole the centerpiece of the Galactic republic's resettlement efforts on the ruined planet of Taris - the first such effort in nearly 400 years. Though not especially large, it was always fairly bustling with comings and goings of privateers, military supply vessels, and the occasional thrill seeker or dubious underworld vagabond. Furel sat with one leg up and across his knee, arms folded. He had landed on Taris less than an hour prior on a civilian transport vessel-though he worked for a Republic senator, he himself was a mere intern and so received no special travel amenities. He had come to the waiting area to stretch out a bit after the somewhat cramped and uncomfortable journey. Taris was quite far from the Core Worlds, being situated actually quite near to Imperial space.

The planet was being re-colonized with some difficulty - the enemy here, though, was not the Empire. Instead, it was overcoming the wildlife and hostility of environment that posed the biggest challenges. Still, the periodic ship-thruster noises and din of colonist chatter Naven could hear suggested that the effort was going strong despite these challenges. Regardless, I'm glad I don't live on this place, he thought, thinking of his modest but safe Coruscant apartment home. He shuddered a bit recalling stories of the fearsome 'rakghouls' told to him by his seat-mate on the trip to Taris, hideous local monsters with vicious appetites. He was glad he had never seen one, and hoped he wouldn't have to.

While Naven was thinking to himself, someone had plopped down onto the sofa across the way, a few meters from him. Noticing the stranger, he peered over with curiosity. The newcomer was a female Rattataki, a humanoid species that was fairly common throughout the galaxy, often showing up in the underworld or as contract hunters - due to their traditional emphasis on warrior-culture. The woman herself was slender, with pale lavender-gray skin, pale eyes, and, like all of her kind, had a bald head. She wore several silver earrings on her right ear, and her face was decorated with black warpaint-like makeup designs around her eyes and mouth. She was dressed in some sort of long, epauletted smuggler's jacket, with utility shorts, and had a substantial-looking laser rifle strapped over her left shoulder.

The woman had removed one of her boots and brought her right leg up onto her left knee. She was massaging her foot in a way that suggested she had just come from a long journey. Naven was caught off-guard, struck by the beauty of her feet as he watched-bony, but not frail, and looking exceptionally soft and smooth. Her long lavender-gray legs, smooth as a gentle ray of Mantellian moonlight, visible almost in full due to the length of her shorts, were possessed of an elegant aesthetic that belied her overall 'hardball' aura.

Deliberately, she reached down and pulled off her other boot as well, running both her hands down her leg from the knee and caressing her left foot. Naven thought he heard her let out a low groan of satisfaction as she did so. Holding it in her hands, she ran her thumbs back and forth along the top while rubbing the soles with her fingers. Then, sitting up, she stretched her left leg out in front of her (in Naven's direction) and again ran her hands down her leg and in along her extended foot. Holy shit, Naven thought. His mind was in a jumble. It felt like his brain had gone into hyperdrive, working overtime on everything at once but being unable to focus on any one thing. Holy shit, he thought again. Except this time, he accidentally said it out loud. Suddenly, the Rattataki woman looked up over at him. Her piercing pale eyes met Naven's, and though unsure why, he involuntarily shivered with a rush of excitement.

"What're you lookin' at?", she asked. She had a gravelly, deceptively sultry voice.

"I, well-"

"I'm married, choir boy," she said shortly, sitting up straight and crossing her arms. She crossed her legs, and jerked her head to the side. If she had hair, she probably would have flipped it.

Naven was struggling to maintain eye contact. "Of course, you..I, what? I would never-"

"Like hell you wouldn't," she scoffed.

"Look here lady, I don't know why you're being so rude," Naven blustered, "I would never try to…"

"Try to what?"

"...Make, make a problem in someone else's marriage," He managed.

The woman leaned forward slightly, clasping her hands together in front of her crossed knee. "Look, who said anything about it being a problem?" She cooed in a low voice.

Naven couldn't stop himself from looking down at her beautiful crossed legs and lovely lavender-gray feet. Such...Such a work of art! He thought. He was starting to feel dizzy. Without a word the woman uncrossed her legs, got up, and holding her boots together in her hand, walked towards him. She stared at him, but continued on and walked past him as if to go. He could hear the soft sensual sound of her retreating footsteps. Then, without fully knowing why, he suddenly got up and followed her. As he caught up, she turned back and smiled knowingly.

"C'mon, choir boy," she said, hoisting her boots over her shoulder, and holding them by the laces. "My name's Kaliyo." Somehow, she had seemed to know he would follow her.

She led him out of the bustling main concourse and into the temporary quarters area. There were rooms reserved for spaceport staff and civilians who were in waiting to travel off-world. "A pretty nice gig," The woman was saying as they walked. Naven didn't hear her though; his head was spinning. "Hold up-" began the man at the front desk, and he started to stand up. Hardly stopping, Kaliyo flipped a coin into the surprised man's lap, and tapping on the butt of her rifle, she shrugged innocently. That was that, and she continued down the corridor, boots hanging over her shoulder. Naven followed. They stopped in front of a room with the display 'unoccupied.' Swish! The door slid open and they stepped down into the room. It was small and fairly basic, being intended to house guests only temporarily. Still, quaint lamp, bedside desk, holoterminal, and soft deep-blue bed all told, it amounted to something approaching cozy. Kaliyo grabbed Naven by the wrist and jerked him inside. Punching the door shut, she pulled him towards the bed. Leaning to the side, she unhooked her rifle strap, and tossed her boots unceremoniously onto the floor. "Playtime," she smirked. With surprising strength, she pushed him on the chest with one hand, knocking him backwards onto the bed. Putting her other hand on her hip, she raised her right leg up over his body, and rested her foot on Naven's face. He involuntarily moaned. What is she thinking!

"Taste it choir boy - I know you wanted to," she said in an uncharacteristically soft voice. Slowly and deliberately, she ran her foot down his face and along his body, tapering off at his crotch. Once more she pressed her foot onto Naven's face, and this time he licked it as she wiped down his face. He groaned as she stroked down his body and to his crotch. She pressed into his crotch with her sole, again eliciting a moan. "That's just the appetizer," she said, crawling onto the bed and sitting against the backboard. She pulled Naven's legs over so that he was laying parallel with where she was sitting, and their crotches were touching. This time, she put both her feet onto his face. He was soon lost in the ecstasy of kissing, licking, and caressing them as she methodically wiped them on his face. He felt like a man in a desert finally having a taste of an oasis. He explored one by one her beautiful soles, heels, ankles, and toes. For her part, Kaliyo seemed to enjoy it as well, seeing as how she had been wearing boots for days, and needed a good massage. She relaxed, putting her hands behind her bed as she sat, punctuating Naven's efforts every now and then with a sultry "Mmmm.." or "Yeah." She felt Naven's crotch bulging more and more against hers. "You're pretty starved for attention, huh?" She said. She moved her feet down and started caressing his bulge. Naven continued to groan. She started to spread his outer robe, and tried to pull his pants down at the waist with her feet. He sat up on his elbows to help. "Let's lose the choir robes," she whispered. She grabbed handfuls of his inner garment and pulled it off over his head, then removed her own jacket and inner garment. Naven gasped involuntarily at her now-exposed breasts. They were not particularly large, but complemented her shoulders and pretty collarbones well. They were crowned with small, tasty looking nipples, like two pale purple macarons. "Looks yummy, huh?" Kaliyo said mockingly, reading his thoughts. "Maybe later, if you do what I say." Pressing her foot on his face, she pushed him back down into a laying position on the bed. Then she reached over the edge of the bed, taking something out from under it. Naven was so aroused he could barely talk, but he managed a "W-what's tha…"

"Your momma's toy shotgun," retorted Kaliyo, clipping the apparatus on around her pants waist. It was in fact a strapon of some kind. "Where the f-" Naven started, but she reached over and grabbed his right ear roughly. "Turn over, choir boy," she told him, yanking on his ear and forcing him to roll over. She attempted to grab a handful of his hair, but, finding it was a bit too short, she grabbed her left hand around the back of his neck to hold him down. Then, with her other hand she guided the strapon into his butt, and slowly started pumping. "Ack!" He exclaimed. "Relax, let it happen," she cooed, crawling up on her hands till her upper body was flush with his back. She slowly lowered herself down and whispered in his ear. "Kaliyo is the best damn woman you never knew you wanted," she said in a hoarse whisper, as she slowly and methodically thrusted. "Get-" Naven started, but she quickly squelched him by rabidly biting his right ear. "Uh uh," she growled through clenched teeth, "Now say it after me, 'Kaliyo is the best damn woman I ever had.'"

"Kailyo! Is...The best...damn," Naven managed.

"Alright that'll do it," laughed Kaliyo, releasing his ear and once again pressing herself up over him on her hands. Naven's blurry eyes wandered to the holoscreen on the wall across from the foot of the bed he was looking off the edge of. On it was a robust middle-aged Twi'lek woman speaking. ...And I know that together we can make this succeed, and can enjoy the fruits of subsequent prosperity together, she was saying. She seemed to be looking straight at Naven. "Nuh uh!" barked Kaliyo, clasping her hand around his eyes to block his vision, and pulling his head back. "Only think about me, baby," she demanded in a hoarse voice. She sped up the thrusting movements now. "You know you love my skin, you love my feet, my legs, and my sweet boobs," She cooed at him, "You know it don't you!?" Naven felt her drooling onto the back of his neck as she continued to thrust rapidly. He was grabbing the sheets, but was more and more slipping into an ecstatic daze, encouraged by her words. He could barely remember how he got here - all he could think of was how much he loved Kaliyo. His whole body was tingling; he groaned louder as he tensed up. "Already gonna blow?" croaked Kaliyo in disbelief. "Let's go then," she hissed, dropping down and taking a huge bite into the back of his neck. "Ahhh!" He yelled, involuntarily throwing his head back as Kaliyo met the jerk-back with one last, powerful thrust of her hips. The feel of Kaliyo's teeth sunk into his neck, and her saliva on it where the last things Naven remembered before he blacked out.