Author's Note: The following contains lemons. Enjoy
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Vissna took Fennec's advice, regardless of whether or not it was supposed to be sarcastic. She showed up to the bathhouse in one of Fennec's silk robes, but this time, the bath wasn't empty.
"Vissna, how are you finding the accommodations?" Boba Fett asked. He was relaxing inside the same tub she almost drowned in the other day. He sat there watching her intently, on one of the carved out benches along the side of the bath, his shoulders just peeking out above the water.
"Where did you send the Mandalorian?" She asked as she approached the side of the bath. She eyed Fett's helmet next to a pile of his clothes at the other end of the room.
"I'm not sure I can trust you with that information. Din Djarin is my friend and I wouldn't risk his safety." Fett said, watching Vissna sit at the edge of the bath and dip her legs into the water, her satin robe puddling around her hips. The bath was large enough for 6 men, but at this moment, it felt very small and intimate.
"I'm not a trustworthy person," Vissna replied.
"So says your past? I won't hold anything you've had to do in the past against you. You've done whatever you had to do to get to this point." He said.
"So what will you hold against me?" Vissna smirked as she slowly peeled the robe off her shoulders and slid into the bath.
"You shouldn't play games you don't understand," he warned her.
She didn't listen. Vissna walked through the water and climbed on top of his lap, like she was meant to be there. She slid her arms across his shoulders and pulled her knees around to either side of his thighs. Her eyes were full of lust and her breathing picked up. She reached with one arm behind him to the helmet across the room. Using the force, she retrieved his helmet. She raised it over his head and prepared to fit it onto him, but Boba stopped her, grabbing both of her wrists, forcing the helmet to fall to the floor behind his head.
"If you're going to fuck me, you're fucking me, not someone you want to pretend I am," he said sternly. Vissna gazed into his eyes. She considered her position and his. She could convince Boba to let the spice run. It could be profitable for her, and it would please her Master who had a large cut in the spice trade. Or she could assist in driving the Pykes out of Tatooine and piss off her Master. Even if spice didn't run through Tatooine, there were plenty of other worthwhile ventures here. She liked her fighting den for instance.
She kept her eye contact as she lifted the helmet again, using the force, and threw it across the room. She made her decision. Boba Fett greedily took her lips in his and Vissna was eager to accept. So different from how she would imagine the Mandalorian kissing her. The desire was still strong enough to feed a Sith army. But Fett gave into her so knowingly and willingly. She couldn't imagine Din Djarin's sex to be this easily taken. He grabbed her hips and rocked her against his hardness eliciting a soft moan from her.
She primed herself at his very tip. Even inside the bath, she was glistening, ready for him. She slid down onto him, cussing at herself for not taking advantage of clones in the past. They were practically walking dildos.. all genetically the same, no unpleasant surprises when you unwrap their packages. She throbbed and tightened against him, which made him grunt in pleasure. His grip on her hips tightened as he worked her up and slammed her back down around him.
This was exactly what she needed to clear her head of Din. She let herself enjoy every minute of the pleasure Biba poured out into her. Then she felt him pulling out before she could finish. She glared at him, mouth open, ready to protest. Before she could say anything, he lifted her up out of the bath, and positioned himself behind her. Her ass was on full display for him, her legs still in the water, her nipples tightening against the cold marble floor.
She felt him at her entrance from behind her. He grabbed a fist full of her hair in one hand, and her ass in the other and pulled her back against him. "Harder," she moaned. But he went torturously slow. "Harder!" She demanded.
"Beg me," he grinned.
Her eyes went wide in fury. How dare he! She remembered she needed to gain his trust. She exhaled her rage. "Please, fuck me harder," she begged.
"Good girl," he replied, praising her. He grabbed her arms and pulled her harder into him.
"Don't stop, more!" She screamed in pleasure.
He reached between her legs and rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs as he pounded her from behind. She whimpered, feeling her climax coming.
"Come for me," he grunted into her ear, and she did. She whimpered, tightening, and pulsating around him. "Good girl," he whispered. He pulled out and pulled her into his arms. She allowed him to hold her, kiss her and dote upon her for a while. It's amazing how clingy and needy men get after you take care of them. "I must now leave you. Today is an important day for Tatooine's future. Unfortunately the Pykes made their move. So we must now make ours," he told her as he stroked her hair. She nodded.
"Is that where you sent Din?" She asked.
He smiled, "even after you beg for me, come so nicely for me, you're still asking for him?" She said nothing. He sighed, "we will all be there. You will be here by yourself. Unless you want to join us, that is." He wasn't asking her. Just leaving the option open.
He pulled her off his lap, set her down on the bench, kissed the corner of her mouth, and climbed out of the tub. She watched him dry off and get dressed. She had Fett's and Fennec's trust. And she had Din's lust and guilt. If she did nothing, they could die. Her recent efforts would go to waste. If she joined them, she would earn Din's trust and loyalty.
She folded her arms outside the tub and rested her head on her arms. She watched as Boba Fett left the bathing chamber, without looking back at her. It was time to get out and dress herself. Today she would either gain three loyal informants or betray them all, win this battle single-handedly for the Pykes, and return to her Master having secured Tatooine and the Darksaber.
Vissna walked through the empty halls of Fett's Palace and into Fennec's room. She borrowed her eye makeup, generously applying from bottom lid to brow, not bothering to blend it out. She wasn't seducing a senator, she was going to war. She pulled on a pair of black leggings over her bare ass and dawned her own boots. Then she fished through Fennec's closet for a black tunic and a black hooded cloak. This was a relatively simple task, black was all Fennec seemed to own. She admired the collection of weapons Fennec had stored up, but she wouldn't be taking any. She clipped her lightsaber to her belt, pulled up her hood and headed out of the room.
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