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Tatooine was a sparsely inhabited circumbinary desert planet located in the galaxy's Outer Rim Territories. Part of a binary star system, the planet orbited two scorching suns, resulting in the world lacking the necessary surface water to sustain large populations. As a result, many residents of the planet instead drew water from the atmosphere via moisture farms. The planet also had little surface vegetation.
However, it was famously known for it's mining operations, smuggler operations, and various other outlaw activities that fell into the Hutt clans. One such hutt, known as Jabba the Hutt, has taken over a fortress made of sandrock and durasteel located on the fringes of the Northern Dune Sea, claiming it as his own for his territory, dubbing it as Jabba's Palace. He would host lavish parties and all kinds of illicit activities for his own pleasure. However, in this particular day, he was displeased when his favorite slave refuses to obey his orders.
"You dare disobey me?" Jabba's deep, slurred voice echoed in his native Huttese tongue through the chamber, his slug-like form trembling with rage.
Oola, the beautiful green-skinned twi'lek dancer, stood trembling in her skimpy, see-through, mesh slave attire, her long, braided lekku hanging limply beside her face. She had been Jabba's property for what felt like an eternity, serving his every whim without question. But today, she had denied him the one thing she had been brought to this disgusting palace to provide for the Hutt gangster, and that was his pleasure.
Oola's heart raced as she felt the cold, slimy floor beneath her bare feet. The air had the stench of Jabba's breath and the fear that permeated the room. The Rancor, his monstrous pet, snarled hungrily in the pit below, its beady eyes fixed on her, eager for the kill. This was the price of disobedience in Jabba's court.
Suddenly, the chamber's heavy door open, and a young bounty hunter strode in, his helmet covering his face, wearing light armor that was made for a young teen, and heavy combat boots that echoed across the floor as he walked up getting everyone's attention. Oola could feel the young bounty hunter's gaze at her even behind his helmet until he shifted his gaze too look at the Hutt mob boss. He bowed politely, almost mockingly, as he walked up to them.
He spoke out in a young yet strong and clear voice, "Greetings to you, Great Jabba. Sorry for intruding on your...fun." The hunter said in the Basic language with some disdain in his tone before continuing, "But before you feed your "pet" I thought I should show you something first."
"Ho, ho, ho, ho, And what could you have that would possibly interest me?" responded the Hutt.
"Funny you should ask. What I have is something even more valuable than that Twi'lek dancer of yours, and could bring you more, shall we say...entertainment and prosperity," said the teen making the Hutt give off a low humming sound.
"And what would that be?" loudly grumbled the Hutt.
The teen said, "Information, and...a prisoner."
The teen brought it in a Toydarian prisoner being held up in midair, and in stasis. "What can this pathetic lowlife have that would make any difference to me?"
"Well, yes, he is a lowlife, but I would assume the Great Jabba would want to know how this lowlife was able to steal part of your profits without you even knowing. I guess I was wrong. Forgive the intrusion then," replied the teen about to turn around with the Hutt let out loud bellows of anger at this statement.
"HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT SOMEONE WOULD STEAL FROM ME! I SHALL FEED YOU TO MY RANCOR!" bellowed the Hutt angrily.
"Oh? You didn't know? This Toydarian runs one of your fronts for one of your, shall we say, "legitimate" stores, that tend to run along some of your spice routes. This one in particular has raised the price, only slightly, to just barely go undetected by your counters. He would then skim some of the profits of your tribute payment to keep it all to himself. I thought something was wrong when I returned from one of my bounties, and I just so happened to see this autrocity to your magnificience, and bring it to your attention. But if you don't believe me-"
"Bring him to me this instant!" Demanded Jabba
"Whoa now. Not so fast." The teen interrupted making Jabba growl at him, "I caught him. He's my ward even if there is no bounty. I did this to bring it to your attention Jabba. However, if you want him, you can have him...for a price."
"Ho, ho, ho, You're young, but you learn quick. Very well, name your price." Jabba replied amusingly.
"That girl, the Twi'lek. I'll take her off your hands since you don't want her," said the teen nonchalantly making Oola look between him and Jabba who still had a firm hold of her chain.
"Now why would I give you my favorite toy? She's my property, and mine to deal with." Growled Jabba, "She's worth more than this traitor."
"Yes, but as I said, this Toydarian has no bounty...and neither do his associates," said the teen in tone making the slug more furious as he threw a tantrum shouting random Huttese curses.
"Kill him!" Jabba ordered as several guards approached them.
The teen quickly took out a vibrosword with the blade vibrating to disarm a nearby guard, and held his sword up to Toydarian's neck, "Not so fast! One more move, and I end his life!"
"Ho, ho, ho, Go ahead. You'll be saving my guards the favor," Laughed Jabba.
"Ah, But if I kill him, then you won't get his associates names," argued the teen making the Hutt scowl at his logic. "I'm offering this Toydarian for your dancer. If anything, you are getting the better deal here Jabba."
"That puny bantha dung is barely a snack for my pet," growled Jabba.
"True, but his associates aren't," said the teen getting Jabba's attention. "I promised you entertainment. He's not worth a bounty, but I brought you the tip of a large sand dune Jabba. His associates probably have other connections that you can exploit, associates you can make examples of. You can feed your Rancor that skinny Twi'lek if you want, but if you get the Toydarian, and torture him for his contacts, then I believe your Rancor may have some new playmates while taking bets to see how long they last...or who gets eaten first."
"Hmm," murmured the Hutt tapping his fat chin.
"It would also mean an increase in your own tribute. Probably even get back more than what was possibly stolen. All I'm asking is for the discarded dancer you no longer want," said the teen in a calm tone.
"You seem to really want this Twi'lek. Why?" asked Jabba suspiciously.
"I'm young, and I can feign innocence and hide among the orphans of any rabble easily. However, until I reach of age, I need someone who can help me get into certain places, or distract my targets long enough for me to get them without damaging the good. Better prey means longer fights against your pet, and good nutrition too," explained the teen. "So what do you say? The dancer...for the traitor."
Jabba's slit eyes narrowed as he studied the young bounty hunter, his thick tongue slithering out as he thought about everything he said. The cunning in the teen's voice was palpable, and the Hutt knew that he was getting more than just a simple exchange. But the prospect of reclaiming his lost wealth and expanding his influence was too tempting to pass up.
"Very well," Jabba rumbled, his decision made, "You may have the Twi'lek, but only if you give me your word that the information you have will be more than just a pebble in the desert."
The teen took out a small droid from his back, and activated it as it hovered in midair, "Zero, show the footage taken outside the cantina this morning."
The droid beep an affirmative response as it showed a holographic image of the Toydarian the teen captured with three other cloaked figures that looked like representatives of important figures from other planets in the Outer Rim.
"I take it, this has your interest?" The teen asked calmly.
Jabba's eyes lit up greedily as he watched the holographic images of the clandestine meeting. The figures were indeed notable, and the implications of their involvement with the Toydarian's thefts could mean a significant shift in power within the Outer Rim.
"Indeed," he said, his anger momentarily forgotten, "I will take your offer. But remember, if you lie to me, I will feed you to the Rancor personally."
"Then we have a trade." The teen said as he handed the Toydarian to the guards, and got the chain around Oola's neck.
"This is a cause for a celebration of my upcoming victory! Band, play! I want to see my dancers entertain me!" Ordered Jabba.
Oola felt the cold metal chain around her neck clamp tightly as the teen led her to a nearby booth, and lamented in knowing she had been bought once again. This time by someone she didn't know, or if her situation had gotten better or worse. Her heart raced as she looked into the cold, unfeeling eyes of the Hutt. He was a creature of excess, and she had seen his cruelty firsthand. Yet, she felt a strange spark of hope. She hoped this young bounty hunter had a plan, and that he wasn't just another monster in a different skin.
"Sit down," The teen spoke in Huttese so that Oola could understand.
Oola looked at him, the fear in her eyes slowly fading into curiosity. She obeyed and sat down next to him, still shaking from the ordeal she had just endured. The teen leaned in close, to examine her, choosing not to remove his helmet. She looked over towards where the other dancers were, wishing she could dance happily once more, but was glad that she wasn't chained to the giant slug anymore. The teen ordered food for them, and was surprised that he let her eat with him and sit with him on the table.
The celebratory music played loudly, filling the chamber with a cacophony of sounds that seemed to vibrate through the very walls. The other dancers performed, their movement's forced and pained, serving as a stark reminder of the fate that had just been narrowly avoided. Oola picked at the food, her appetite lost in the overwhelming mix of fear and hope.
The teen saw this, thinking she was upset about something, "Is something wrong?"
"No Master, I am happy for the delicious meal you have gifted me," Oola replied in a monotone voice, her eyes never leaving the floor. Years of being Jabba's slave have weaken her resolved in her own life as her new master gently tugged on her collar getting her attention.
"Come on, let's go back to my ship," said the teen in a gentle tone as he lead her away. He handed her a cloak to cover her flimsy mesh dress that showed off her buxom body, sandals to cover her bare feet from the burning sand, and followed her new master towards the exit.
Oola walked with a newfound sense of relief as they left the chamber, the heavy thud of Jabba's laughter fading behind her. She followed her new master closely as he guided her through the streets until they finally made to the ship yard where his small modified freighter ship. The ship was a stark contrast to Jabba's opulent palace, sleek and utilitarian, designed for speed and efficiency rather than showmanship. The smell of oil and metal was a welcome change from the cloying incense that filled the Hutt's lair.
Once aboard, the teen led her to a small cabin and handed her a glass of water. She drank it greedily, her throat parched from fear. He sat opposite her, his vibrosword resting on the table between them. For the first time, she felt a flicker of hope. This bounty hunter, this young teen, had saved her from a terrible fate. He removed his helmet revealing his bright silver eyes and snow white hair.
"Master is an Echani," gasped Oola noticing his appearance.
"Ah, You know about my species. That's good, but you're only half right. I'm half Human half Echani," explained the teen in Basic, "You don't have to call me Master when it's just the two of us. I'm only 15 years old after all. You can call me Venn."
"Oola," replied Oola motioning to herself.
"Can speak Basic? My Huttese limited," asked Venn having difficulty remembering the complexity of the Hutt language.
"Limited. Study secret. Listen only," replied Oola in the very limited Basic words she knew and understood.
"So you only learned what you heard from random bounty hunters," sighed Venn ruffling his hair in the process, Sigh "I still have some of the holo-lessons around here so you can learn."
Oola nodded meekly, feeling a sudden rush of gratitude towards this strange young man who had bought her freedom from Jabba's clutches. "Thank you, Venn."
Venn leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving hers. "You don't need to thank me. You're safe now. I'll help you with those lessons too. We're going to need to communicate effectively if we're going to work together."
Oola nodded her head unaware that the cloak soon dropped from her shoulders revealing her mesh outfit that she had on. Venn looked at her, admiring her curvy body with Oola following his gaze as well.
"Does...Master like?" Oola asked curiously with a faint blush.
"Of course. As an Echani, your dance moves were beautiful, yet sad. It's what attracted me to you, and why I just couldn't let you just rot away with that slug. I scoured this dessert planet for days looking for something valuable that the slug would want more to trade for you. Good thing I found it just in time too," smiled Venn.
"Master...like my dancing?" blushed Oola.
Venn nodded, his eyes lingering on her body, "Very much, but not just your dancing. Your spirit, your resilience. It's rare to find in someone like you." He paused, then stood up, "I'll be honest, it also aroused me a bit too with some of your sensual movements."
"Does Master...want sex slave?" asked Oola blushing.
"No, no, not like that. I meant-"
"Oola…won't mind. Master handsome, young. She would love erotic dance for you," said Oola as she got up discarding her cloak as she started to perform a sensual dance for him.
Venn watched, surprised by her willingness and the sudden change in demeanor. Her moves were fluid and alluring, reminiscent of the way she had danced for Jabba. Now, it was clear that there was something more genuine and less forced about her performance. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins as he watched her.
Her hands sensually rubbing her body while she moaned erotically, feeling herself grow more aroused at her new master's gaze, watching her every movement. She wanted to perform well for him, to entice him with her body so that he could take her to bed. She didn't mind that he was younger than her. She would take anyone over that slug, but was even more ecstatic that her new master was a kind person who was going to help her. The least she could do to repay him was to use her body, though she'd be lying if she didn't admit that she wanted to do it also.
Venn's cheeks grew hot, watching Oola's mesmerizing performance. He had never seen someone dance so intimately, so openly for him before. He knew that he was underage, but his body was starting to react to the visual stimuli she was providing. He felt guilty for his thoughts, but he was just a teenager and it was hard to ignore the natural attraction. He watched as she bent down in front of him, her breasts almost touching the floor as she looked up at him with those big, beautiful eyes of hers. She pulled off the sling of her flimsy mesh dress to show off her huge DD-cup tits. Her green skin shinning under the ship's light, her dark green nipples fully erect to show her own arousal as well. She completely discarded her dress to sit on the table, and spread her legs to show her moist green pussy, dripping with juice.
"Master, may I...please?" Oola asked in a sultry voice, her eyes gleaming with hope and desire.
Venn swallowed hard, his mind racing with the implications of her offer. He knew it was wrong, but the temptation was too great. He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper, "Yes, Oola. Perform for me."
Oola began to dance again, her movements slower and more deliberate, each sway of her hips and arch of her back designed to elicit a response from him. The air in the cabin grew thick with desire as she twirled and spun, her breasts bouncing gently with each step. Venn could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his eyes unable to look away from the glistening wetness between her legs. She removed his armor as well, enjoying the skinship with her new master while rubbing her tits against his head. She was even more surprised when she removed his pants to reveal his massive 16 inch hyper dick standing at full erect making her smile.
"Master is bigger than alpha bantha during mating." Oola smiled in fascination.
Oola couldn't help but express her amazement at the sight of Venn's member. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, even in her time with various species across the galaxy visiting Jabba's palace. She had heard of human anatomy being different yet similar to some demi-human species, but this was a whole new level of fascination for her. She was even more thrilled knowing that her Human-Echani master has the potential to breed her.
Before she knew it, her movements were more concentrated on stroking Venn's massive dick that she was so enthralled with, and rubbing her body all over it as if trying to rub his scent all over her. Venn leaned back in his chair, watching in awe as Oola's green hand glided over his shaft. He had never felt anything so soft, so gentle, yet so powerful. Her touch sent waves of pleasure through his body, and he realized that he had underestimated the power of her allure. She took his dick in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting him.
Venn's eyes rolled back in his head as Oola began to deepthroat his cock, her throat muscles working to accommodate his size. She had been trained to please, and it showed. Her saliva dripped down her chin, pooling on her chest, as she took him deeper and deeper, her eyes never leaving his. He groaned, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair, trying to maintain some semblance of control over his own body.
The cabin was filled with the wet sounds of her sucking, mixed with her occasional moan of pleasure. It was a symphony of passion that Venn never knew he could experience, especially not with someone as exotic and beautiful as Oola. He watched as she pulled away, her breathing heavy, and took his cock in her hands, stroking it while she caught her breath.
"Master, may Oola ask something?" She looked up at him with a glint in her eyes.
Venn nodded, still trying to catch his breath, "Anything."
"Oola want to try new things with Master. She know many pleasurable things," She smiled seductively winked at him as she got up on the table, her green pussy now at the same level as his face as she spread her pussy lips, "Can Oola taste Master?"
"Only if I get to taste you as well." Venn groaned with his dick twitching at the erotic display in front of him.
Oola was surprised at her order. She had been forced to perform sexual services for some of Jabba's patrons in the past, but they would all just fuck her roughly only caring about their own pleasure. Venn wanted to pleasure her as well which was a new sensation. She happily smiled, and spread her legs to let her master enjoy the scene as he helped her down the table, and led her to his bed. She lightly laid Venn down, and got up on the bed to straddle his head so her pussy was hovering over his face. She reached down to open her mouth, and lick the tip of his dick while Venn leaned up to lick her pussy.
Her moan vibrated through his cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He had never tasted a Twi'lek before, and her sweet, musky flavor was intoxicating. He explored her with his tongue, tracing her folds and teasing her clit until she was bucking her hips against his face. Meanwhile, she took him into her mouth again, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick, taking him deeper and deeper until he could feel the back of her throat. She was surprised at the sheer girth since she could only fit in a small portion that was stretching her mouth to it's limit, and she wasn't even close to a quarter of his full length.
'Master is so thick and big! He'll break me with just one thrust! I hope he enjoys my body even more than the others!' Thought Oola feeling herself grow more and more aroused.
Venn's eyes widened as he felt her juices flow onto his tongue. It was like nothing he had ever tasted before, and he couldn't get enough. He began to suck and lick with more enthusiasm, feeling her body quiver with each stroke. He could tell she was close to climax, and the idea of being the one to give it to her was exhilarating. He slid two fingers inside her, feeling the tightness of her pussy and her inner walls contract around him. He knew he had to be careful not to hurt her, but she was so wet, so ready for him.
Oola's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Venn's tongue on her clit. Her body arched back, and she let out a low moan that was muffled by the cock in her mouth. She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm approaching like a starship coming out of lightspeed. She bobbed her head faster, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth, eager to bring him to the brink as well.
Venn's fingers moved in and out of her with purpose, feeling the tightness of her pussy around them. He could feel her muscles contracting, her body preparing for release. He knew she was close, and the thought of her coming on his tongue was driving him wild. He focused all his attention on her clit, flicking it rapidly while his other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place.
Oola's moans grew louder as she felt the waves of pleasure build inside her. She had never been so turned on, never felt so alive. She sucked harder on Venn's cock, her hand moving in time with her mouth. She could feel her own orgasm approaching, and she knew it would be explosive. Her hips began to buck against his face, her body seeking release.
Venn felt her quiver around his fingers, and he knew she was close. He increased the speed of his tongue, lapping at her clit with all the skill he could muster. He could feel her juices coating his face, and he reveled in the sensation. He was lost in the moment, his own orgasm forgotten in his quest to bring her pleasure. That was when his balls started to churn building up an explosive end as well.
Oola's eyes snapped open, and she looked down at him, her pupils dilated with lust. She pulled away from his cock, her mouth glistening with her saliva and his precum. "Master, Oola is... Oola is going to..."
Venn watched as Oola's body began to convulse. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a guttural cry that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, and she began to shake uncontrollably. He felt a warm gush of liquid cover his hand as she climaxed, her body pulsing with the force of her orgasm. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her lekku reaching up to wrap around his dick to stroke him over the edge, as he let out a guttural cry as well while releasing a torrent of thick cum that completely coated Oola on the first shot. Oola was left panting hard with her mouth open while Venn continued to cum, erupting thick globs of virile cum that completely drenched them both, but mostly her body. She loved his taste, trying to swallow as much as she could, but it was as thick as jelly that she couldn't before being bombarded by another load.
The intensity of the moment left them both breathless and trembling. Oola wiped herself off, enjoying the taste of his cum, until she was sitting on the bed in an erotic pose, looking down at Venn, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and lust. She had never felt so desired, so cherished. Venn pulled her closer, kissing her deeply, tasting herself on his lips. He didn't care if she was older than him. In that moment, all that mattered was the connection they shared.
"Now I really am gonna make you my sex slave." Venn growled lustfully, his dick growing erect once more. Oola smiled with a slight blush on her cheeks, her lekku intertwining twice with the tips touching, showing she loved that idea. "Let's get into the shower first. I want to enjoy your body more while we clean up," groaned Venn lustfully.
They stumbled into the shower, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. The water washed over them, turning the mess into a warm, frothy stream that ran down the drain. Oola's body was like a sculpture, her curves and muscles highlighted by the cascading water. She turned to face Venn, her back to the showerhead, and reached for the soap. She lathered it up in her hands and began to wash his body, her gentle touch making him quiver with pleasure. She took her time, savoring every inch of his muscular frame. Venn couldn't help but groan as her hands slid over his abs, her fingers tracing the veins in his arms.
Oola's lekku draped down her back, swaying with the movement of her body as she washed him. She reached between his legs, her soapy hands taking hold of his already hardening cock. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, watching his face for any signs of discomfort or pleasure. Venn's eyes closed as he leaned his head back, letting the water hit his face. He had never felt so clean, so pure. It was as if she was washing away all the grime of his past with every stroke.
He took the soap from her hands, and she stepped closer, allowing him to wash her in return. His hands glided over her curves, his cock pressing against her stomach. They were both lost in the sensation of each other's touch, the warm water only adding to the eroticism of the moment. He took special care to clean her green, shimmering skin, marveling at the way the soap bubbles clung to her.
As Venn washed her, Oola couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she was being touched with care and passion, not just used for someone else's pleasure. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her lekku wrapping around his neck in a gentle embrace. The intimacy of the moment was almost too much for her to handle, but she craved it, needed it. His hands gently kneading her massive tits while playing with her nipples.
Venn's eyes snapped open, his own need for her growing with every touch. He turned her around, pressing her against the wall of the shower, the water cascading down their bodies. He leaned down, taking one of her pointed breasts into his mouth, sucking and teasing the nipple until it was a hard peak. Oola gasped, her body arching into him, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders for support. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention as his cock grew harder, pressing into her abdomen, wishing it was inside her.
She felt the shower turn off, and was surprised when he suddenly carried her with ease despite their height difference. He gently slammed her down on the bed, and was about to comment on how they were still wet until he saw the desire and lust in his eyes. She smiled happily and didn't say anything as she spread her legs to invite him into her pussy. Ven positioned himself, feeling a bit nervous since this would be the first time he would have sex.
He felt the head of his cock brush against her opening, and she gasped, her pussy quivering in anticipation. He pushed forward, feeling the tightness of her walls envelop him, inch by inch. Oola's eyes widened with pleasure, she had never felt so full before. Her body wasn't made to handle this size, but she had never been with someone who was this gentle and caring. Her tone stomach started to bulge out from his girth as he kept pushing forward, when she suddenly let out a guttural orgasmic cry while squirting all over his cock.
"Master...Master...so big, so good!" she moaned, her voice thick with arousal.
Venn kissed her navel admiring her body, feeling a sense of pride at his accomplishment, "Thanks, but I'm not done. I'm still only halfway through."
Oola's eyes widen at his statement to look down, and saw that is was true. She was shocked at the sheer size of his member, but she didn't have time to react as he pushed himself deeper into her. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that she had never experienced before. Her walls stretched around him, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter as he filled her completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.
Venn began to move, his hips pumping in a slow, steady rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through Oola's body, and she found herself matching his pace, her hips rising to meet his. His cock hit spots inside her that she didn't know existed, and she couldn't help but moan with every thrust. Her lekku wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, as if she could never get enough of him.
Their eyes met, and she saw the determination in his gaze. He wasn't going to stop until she was satisfied, and that thought alone was enough to push her closer to the edge. Her nails dug into his back, leaving little half-moons of pleasure-pain in their wake. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her, and their mingled moans and gasps. Venn pushed in more of his cock wanting to plunge his full length into her pussy, making Oola squirt in orgasm once more. He took the opportunity to squeeze in a few more inches into her when he felt the tip of his cock kiss the entrance of her cervix sending her into another orgasm frenzy.
He thrusted a bit more forceful but slow to have his cock keep kissing her entrance, the rhythm of their bodies becoming a symphony of desire. Her breasts bounced with every impact, and he couldn't resist the urge to lean down and take one into his mouth again, eagerly sucking on the nipple and making her scream. She was so tight, so wet, and so incredibly responsive. It was all he could do to keep from coming right then and there. When he felt her cervix open a bit as if to accept him in, he completely plunge his full length deep into Oola's welcoming womb, creating the biggest bulge on her stomach that outlined his cock perfect.
Oola screamed to the top of her lungs having the biggest orgasm so far of the night after her master had invaded her most sacred space. She was squirting nonstop, drenching the bed even more in her own pussy juice while Venn felt a bit proud at his achievement. He decided to slowly hump her to prolong her orgasm until she calmed down before the continued onward while still enjoying her breasts.
Oola's eyes rolled back into her head, and her body went limp as the orgasm subsided. Venn slowed his pace, allowing her to catch her breath. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each gasp, her lekku still twitching from the aftershocks of pleasure. He kissed his way up her body, leaving a trail of wetness as he went, until he reached her face. He kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.
He moved his hips back, humping her again, loving the tingling sensation that went up his spine and her tightness. Her warmth felt good wrapped around his cock while her erotic moans were like a symphony egging him on. He broke their kiss, with a string of saliva connecting their tongue, and decided to hump a little faster loving how tight she felt.
Her legs tightened around his waist, her pussy spasming with every thrust. Venn felt himself getting closer to the edge, his balls churning with every stroke. He reached down, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. Oola's eyes snapped open, and she stared up at him, her pupils dilated with lust. Her hips bucked up to meet his, and she moaned his name over and over again.
The bed beneath them was soaked, the smell of sex thick in the air. Venn's cock was slick with her juices, making it glide in and out of her with ease. He picked up the pace, his strokes becoming more urgent. He could feel his climax building, a pressure at the base of his spine that was almost painful in its intensity.
Oola's moans grew louder, and she began to play with her own clit, her hand moving in time with his thrusts. She knew he was close, and she wanted to come with him. Her breaths grew shallow, and her eyes locked onto his as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm building inside her.
Venn's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing heavy and ragged. He could feel the heat building in his balls, and he knew he was about to cum. He leaned down, whispering in her ear, "I'm going to fill you up, Oola. Are you ready?"
Her only response was a needy whine, her body begging for another huge release. He reached down, gripping her hips tightly, and began to pound into her with all his strength. Oola's moans grew louder, her body trembling with each impact. She was so close, so close to the edge and feeling her master's seed inside her.
With a roar, Venn came, his hot seed filling her to the brim instantly, and quickly expanded her womb causing her tone stomach to inflate from the sheer volume he was pumping into her. He kept thrusting, not wanting the feeling to end, as he watched her face contort with pleasure. She was so beautiful, so perfect, and she was all his. Oola's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice, her entire body shaking with the force of it. Her orgasm was even bigger than her previous one combined with the heat of her Master's virile seed invading her fertile womb. Their combined cum squirting out of her every time he backed up in his thrust, and filling her up again when he pushed back in.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a long, orgasmic cry that seemed to go on forever. Venn's cock twitched and spasmed, releasing even more cum into her welcoming body. He could feel her walls contracting around him, milking him for every last drop, and it was the most amazing sensation he had ever experienced with such an intense heat from her pussy as if begging for more.
Oola's nails dug into his back, leaving little trails of blood, but he didn't mind. All he could focus on was the pleasure coursing through him as he filled her with his seed. Her stomach was now a round orb from his cum, and she looked absolutely divine. He collapsed onto her, his cock still buried deep within her, both of them panting heavily while he continued to squirt more and more cum. He hugged her tight, and buried himself completely to the base once more, releasing the last torrent of cum into her pussy, sending her into another orgasm in the middle of her prolonged one making her lose consciousness. Venn groaned in satisfaction, not wanting to pull out of her but had to in order to deflate her stomach. He her hugged her to suck on her tits, enjoying her taste. He reached up to kiss her even if she was unconscious for now, but still enjoyed the taste of her tongue while he played with her breast.
Several minutes have past with cum leaking out of her pussy, and his dick now semi-erect making Venn miss the feeling of her warmth on his dick. Her gaping pussy still releasing the build up dam of cum that was held back by his dick, quickly deflating her stomach back to normal. Venn moaned when she felt Oola kiss him back showing that she had regained a semblance of consciousness once more while she moaned into their kiss.
Oola felt the stickiness between them, the warmth of their combined passion, and she couldn't help but smile. She had never felt so alive, so free, so satisfied. Venn's weight on her was comforting, his presence reassuring. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lekku caressing his back in a gentle embrace.
"You're definitely not allowed to wear clothes now unless it's something sexy and slutty." Venn chuckled.
Oola giggled, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. "As you wish, my Master," giggled Oola wiggled her hips, making their cum-soaked bodies slide against each other. She felt the last drops of his semen trickle out of her, painting her inner thighs and mixing with her own juices.
They lay there for a moment longer, basking in the afterglow of their passion. Venn's cock slowly softened, but it remained nestled between her legs, a testament to their recent escapade. He kissed her again, his hands running over her body, tracing the lines of her muscles and the curves of her breasts. His touch was tender, loving, and it made her heart swell.
Oola's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him with a mix of awe and contentment. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. "That was..."
Venn grinned down at her, feeling a sense of pride swell in his chest. "Yeah, it was amazing." He gently stroked one of her lekku, making sure to be careful with it, tracing it up to her face. His thumb tracing her cheekbone. "But we're not done yet." He began to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. Oola's breath hitched, and she felt the beginnings of another wave of arousal building within her.
Her hand traveled down to his semi-erect cock, stroking it gently. It grew in her hand, responding to her touch instantly that it made her smile. He sat up, his eyes never leaving hers as kissed her passionately. "Hope you don't mind if I have another taste of your pussy again," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Without waiting for her response, Venn leaned down and took her clit into his mouth, sucking and licking it with an enthusiasm that made her hips jerk. Oola's moans grew louder as he worked her over, his tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive bud until she was writhing beneath him. She felt herself growing wetter, and her hand tightened on his hair, urging him on.
He slid two fingers into her pussy, curling them to find that special spot. Oola's body arched off the bed, her eyes squeezing shut as she was hit with another orgasm. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. Venn didn't stop, though, continuing to lick and suck at her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.
Oola was lost in a sea of sensation, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure. She felt Venn's fingers moving inside her, his tongue circling her clit, and she couldn't take it anymore. With a final, guttural scream, she came, her pussy spasming around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her juices flowed freely, and she bucked her hips against his face, her body begging for more.
Venn looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she knew he wasn't done with her yet. He slid his fingers out of her, and she watched as he sucked them clean, a wicked grin playing on his lips. Then, he moved back up her body, positioning his now-hard cock at her entrance once again. He paused for a moment, their eyes locking, and then he pushed back in, slow and steady.
The feeling was exquisite, his thick cock filling her up completely. Oola's pussy was still sensitive from her previous orgasms, and she gasped as he began to move, his strokes deep and sure. Venn leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue dancing with hers as he claimed her mouth. She could feel his love and passion in every movement, and it made her want to give him everything she had.
Her hands roamed over his body, exploring the muscles that rippled beneath his skin. She traced the lines of his abs, her fingers finding the sensitive spot just above his cock, and she felt him tense at her touch. He groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking slightly. She took it as a cue to touch him more, her hand moving down to cup his balls, gently squeezing them as he pushed into her.
Venn's eyes rolled back in his head, his teeth gritted with pleasure. He began to move faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound. The smell of sex was everywhere, intoxicating and overwhelming. Oola's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. She was insatiable, her body craving every inch of him.
He reached down, his hand finding her clit again, and began to rub it in a steady, insistent rhythm. Oola's moans grew louder, her body shaking with each stroke. She felt herself building up to another orgasm, her pussy tightening around his cock like a vise. He could feel it too, his own orgasm just out of reach. He pushed harder, his cock swelling even more inside her, desperate for release. The bulge of her stomach evident of his swelling cock ready to erupt again with another batch of virile seed waiting to invade her fertile womb once more.
Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He groaned, the pain only adding to the pleasure. He felt his balls tighten, and he knew he was close. He reached down, his thumb pressing against her ass, testing the waters. She tensed for a moment, but then relaxed, her body opening up to him even more
Her moans grew louder, her pussy contracting around his cock. He knew she was close, and he wanted to feel her come around him again. He moved his thumb in and out of her ass, building the pressure inside her until she was practically begging for release. With one final, powerful thrust, he felt her clench around him, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He groaned, the feeling too much to bear, and with a roar, he came again, his cock spurting hot cum deep into her pussy, causing her womb and stomach to expand even faster than before.
Oola's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a long, low moan that seemed to go on forever. Her entire body was a mass of pleasure, her muscles clenching and releasing in an endless symphony of ecstasy. Venn's thumb remained lodged in her ass, the sensation adding an extra dimension to her climax. Her pussy was flooded with his cum, and she could feel it leaking out around his cock, soaking the bed beneath them even more to a massive puddle of their cum.
Venn groaned not wanting to pull out of her pussy, and played with her tits again, eagerly sucking them before going up to kiss her. She slowly came down from her orgasmic high after several minutes, loving the feeling of waking up to her master kissing her.
Oola looked up at him with a dazzling smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Again?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Venn chuckled, his cock still semi-hard. "If you can handle it." He leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue playing with hers. She tasted faintly of salt and musk, and it only served to drive him wild. He slid his cock out of her, watching as cum leaked out, and flipped her around to positioned himself behind her. She got on all fours, happily wiggling her hips to entice her new breeding master, never realizing just how insatiable she really was, but was happily discovering it with her new loving master.
He slammed into her from behind, his cock filling her up once more. Oola's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a long, low moan. The feeling of his cock inside her was still just as intense, still just as amazing. She pushed back against him, her pussy gripping him like a glove. He reached around, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. This time, he fucked her ruthlessly making her scream in pleasure. As much as she loved his gently love making, she also loved his rough fucking. Unlike the other patrons that had hurt her in the past, he did with the sole intention to bring her pleasure increasing her arousal. Venn loved how her plump ass jiggled, and giving it a loving tap making her squeal in pain and pleasure at the unannounced sensation, but smiled nonetheless.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic crescendo of desire. Oola could feel another orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock. He reached down, his other hand grabbing onto her hip to keep her in place as he pounded into her even harder. She was lost in the feeling, her mind a blur of pleasure and need.
Venn's hand moved faster on her clit, his thumb circling it with a precision that had her panting and whimpering. Her ass was in the air, taking his cock like it was made for it. He watched as her lekku bobbed up and down with every thrust, the beads at the ends clicking together like a delicate metronome keeping time with their passion. The sight was so erotic, so tantalizing, that he felt his own orgasm approaching like a runaway speeder.
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot on her neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice strained with desire. Oola's only response was a moan, her hips moving in a way that told him she was close again. He kissed her neck, biting gently, his teeth scraping against her skin. It was all she needed to send her over the edge.
Her orgasm hit her like a blaster bolt, her body convulsing around his cock. He groaned, the sensation too much to hold back, and he came with her, his seed filling her once more. The warmth of his cum inside her was like a balm to her soul, a reminder of the connection they now shared. Venn kept shooting his torrent of splooge into her wanting pussy, not wanting to pull out, and she didn't want to let go. He tried to wrap his hands around her waist, finding it difficult since her bloated stomach wouldn't let him because of his small yet still growing stature, but contended with rubbing her swollen belly while imaging her pregnant that it sent a shiver up his spine, shooting even more cum now sending her into another orgasmic bliss until she lost consciousness once more.
When she finally came back to reality, she was lying on her side with Venn spooning her, his cock still buried deep within her, his hand caressing her now slightly deflated stomach with his cum slowly dripping out. She looked back at him with a contented smile, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "I've never felt so...complete," she murmured, her voice still hoarse from her screams of ecstasy.
"Hmm, Get some rest. We'll start with your Basic lesson tomorrow, and I'll teach you some functions around the ship too." Moaned Venn playing with her tits while she smiled contently as she fell asleep.
Venn looked over into a nearby dresser showing a small black box with a number lock on it while sighing, Sigh "Don't know if Master Voyarr would approve this relationship, but I hope he has become one with the Force. I'll try my best to pass on your teachings if she does get pregnant and they show signs of being Force Sensitive, but I'll do it my way Master."
He whispered into the room, almost as if speaking to a ghost.