Hey Everyone, this is the second chapter of my Star Wars Story. Hope you all enjoy it.
I do not own Star Wars or any of it's content.
The next morning, the air was thick with the scent of their love-making. Oola stirred, her body feeling both sore and alive in ways she hadn't experienced before. She felt a warm presence behind her, and she knew it was Venn. His arm was draped over her waist, his hand resting on her stomach. She looked down, noticing that her tone stomach was still slightly rounded from the night's activities. A warm feeling filled her chest, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was pregnant. She was a little disappointed when she moved her hips, and the last bit of cum squirted out of her pussy, making her stomach return to normal, but she smiled at the thought of being a breeder slave for her new loving Master. She even thought about bringing in more slaves for him to breed as well.
Venn's breathing was even and deep, a testament to his exhaustion. Oola didn't want to wake him, so she gently slid out from under his embrace. She walked over to the small black box on the dresser, her curiosity piqued. Her fingers hovered over the number lock, and she wondered what secrets it held. She decided to let it be for now, not wanting to intrude on whatever personal treasures he kept inside.
Instead, she padded over to the bathroom, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She cleaned herself up, the cool water a stark contrast to the warmth of their passion. As she dried off, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her body was marked with love bruises and hickeys from their rough play, and she felt a twinge of pride. They were badges of her newfound freedom, a testament to the connection she had with Venn. She quickly dried off and went back to their shared bedroom just as Venn was starting to stir.
Venn stirred, his eyes blinking open to see Oola standing there. He sat up, his cock still partially erect, and watched her with a mix of lust and affection. "I need to feed you," he murmured, his voice gruff with sleep. "You're going to need strength for day."
Oola looked over her shoulder, a mischevious smile playing on her lips. "And what does the day have in store for me, Master?" she asked excitedly.
"Don't get too excited. It won't always be with us going at it like mynocks in heat." Ven chuckled at her enthusiam looking over her sexy body, "But we'll certainly try."
They shared a laugh, and the tension in the room eased. Venn swung his legs over the side of the bed, his cock still half-hard. He walked over to her, his hand gently caressing her side. "But first, we need to get you something to eat. You must be starving," Venn spoke in Basic, but Oola managed to understand him.
Oola nodded, feeling a rumble in her stomach. She followed him to the kitchen, her bare feet padding softly on the cold metal floor. The ship's galley was small but efficient, and Venn quickly whipped up a simple yet filling breakfast of protein bars and a cup of warm caf. She took a bite, the food tasting more delicious than any feast she had ever had at Jabba's palace.
She was surprised to see Venn walking around naked as if it was a normal occurance when he explained that he was accustomed to it because of his Echani heritage. Echani believed in communication through physical movement and combat is the only way to truly know someone without talking. Echani fighting was not only self-defense, but a form of self-expression, a means of communication similar to art. Oola was intrigued by this as his fluid movements and demonstration where similar to dance moves that she wanted to try. Even more so when she learned that Echani always fought without any clothes since she wanted to smother her body against him, though not as a means as an advantage, but rather because she loved pressing her body against his.
Venn asked Oola about her own heritage and story before being a slave to Jabba's Palace on Tatooine. Oola spoke of her childhood on her home planet of Ryloth. She was the chieftain's daughter before being kidnapped by Bib Fortuna, who had taught her exotic dancing and told her many lies about the grandeur of Jabba's Palace on Tatooine. She was offered a chance to escape enslavement while in the city of Mos Eisley, but chose to take her chances at the palace based on the lies she had heard. She cursed herself for her own naivete before Venn put a reassuring hand on her shoulder while she continued her story.
Fortuna presented Oola as a gift to Jabba, who took a special interest in her and often had her dance with another enslaved dancer, Yarna d'al' Gargan. During Oola's time at the palace, she witnessed Jabba host various guests, including the bartender Shrem, whom he fed to his pet Rancor, Pateesa, and the bounty hunter Boba Fett. When Venn heard Boba's name, he let out a groan since he's always had a bit of a rivalry with him since he hated the Mandalorian's cockiness, but he couldn't deny his skills either.
"I hate that bantha poodoo bastard," grumbled Venn under his breath with his eyebrow twitching in annoyance.
Giggle "Master certainly has a way with people," giggled Oola at her master's reaction to Boba Fett.
The food in the palace was never quite enough to satisfy her hunger, and the clothing she was given was revealing and uncomfortable. She admitted that she would've loved wearing revealing and risque clothes but only if they were comfortable to wear so that she could show off her tits, pussy, and plump ass. Her days were filled with dance practice and serving the Hutt, and she dreamed of the day she could leave and find a better life. Little did she know, that day would come sooner than she thought.
As she shared her past with Venn, she couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with him. His respect for her body and her pleasure was something she hadn't experienced before. It made her feel cherished, and she knew she would do anything for him. "Your story is one of strength, Oola," he said, his eyes full of admiration. "And now, you're free."
Ven leaned over to kiss her making her moan while he massaged her tits making her lean her chest into his hands. He broke the kiss to go down to suck on her tits, while she moand her approval at the sensation while he lovingly carressed and suck both her tits. He then went down to spread her legs, and lovingly kissed her pussy making her gyrate her hips at the sensation but stopped only to go up to kiss her lips again.
"Come on. Our first lesson is making you learn Basic so that we can communicate verbally. Not just through sex." Chuckled Van.
"More sex tonight?" Oola pleaded.
"Depends on how well you learn, my eager little Twi'lek," Venn teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He led her to the cockpit, where he had set up a datapad with the Basic language program. They sat side by side, their naked bodies still flushed from their recent escapade.
Oola took the datapad eagerly, her lekku swishing with excitement. She had never been taught to read or write before, and the thought of learning a new skill filled her with hope. Venn guided her through the simple exercises, his gentle voice coaxing her to repeat the words and phrases. She was a quick learner, picking up the basics of the language within a few hours. Her determination to impress him was clear, and it only made him want her more. She even loved it when he would occasionally gently squeeze her ass when sitting together. How he would massage her tits when she asked for help on a phrase, or when she would spread her legs so that he can massage her pussy mostly because she was feeling frisky and ended up in giving her Master a blowjob until she was covered in cum again.
The next lesson was unarmed combat. Since she didn't have any experience, Ven started slow in showing her basic movements, holds, and strikes. Despite her initial clumsiness, Oola was a fast learner, picking up the moves with surprising grace. Her nimble Twi'lek body was perfect for the agile and fluid Echani combat style because of her dance experience. Venn watched her with growing pride, knowing that she would be a formidable ally in any situation they might face together.
"I have some business at Jabba's palace today. I want you to stay here for your safety. If anything happens, the droids will guide you to safety. They've been programmed for most scenarios already," explained Venn putting on his helmet and visor to disguise his eyes.
"Of course Master. Please be safe," replied Oola giving him a gentle kiss as he left the ship.
Venn made his way through the crowd while blushing a bit at the intimiate moments he had with Oola. His body reacting to her touch, and she was as tempting as any other twi'lek he's face, 'I need to be careful or I swear our roles could be switched where she's the master and I'm the slave,' thought Venn as he passed through the crowd.
Jabba's Palace
Venn made his way inside with Jabba gorging himself with a new human woman that had taken Oola's place. His heart went out to her as he knew the ruthlessness of Jabba's vices, but he got the feeling that this woman would be alright. He looked over to the opposite side of the wall, and was more shocked to see frozen body Han Solo was no longer hanging in it's usual place until he was suddenly ambushed from behind with his visor being lifted by a set of slender hands. He didn't feel threatened as he instantly knew of one person would always greet him like this.
"Guess who?" asked a melodious feminine voice next to his ear.
"Nice to see you too Lyn Me, though it'd be nicer to actually see you," chuckled Venn adjusting his visor to hide his eyes. He turned around to see a curvaceous pale white-blue skinned twi'lek wearing a skantly clad outfit that covered her intimate parts more compared to Oola's dancer outfit, and headwraps around her forehead as they decorated her lekku.
"Aww, I thought I caught you off guard this time. I'm glad I was able to see you as Jabba requested for us to play today," giggled Lyn giving him a kiss on his cheek.
"What was that for?" chuckled Venn with a heavy blush.
"For rescuing Oola. I heard from the guards that you bought Oola just as she was about to be fed to the Rancor. Thank you for that," said Lyn hugging Venn from behind.
"Of course. I couldn't let such a beautiful talent like hers be gone like that. I'm just glad I made it in time before Jabba really lost his temper," said Venn putting his hand on top of hers.
"I bet she certainly showed her appreciation," purred Lyn into his ear making him blush deeper.
"W-What are you talking about?" stammered Venn averting his eyes while fiddling with his helmet.
"You still have her perfume on you, big boy. Very heavily I might add. Should've taken a shower. Maybe next time I can join in to show my appreciation as well," teased Lyn flicking his nose. "Though I would prefer Boba."
Tch "Bantha poodoo," cursed Venn under his breath making Lyn giggle at his reaction.
"I wish you two would get along. He did rescue me remember?" reminded Lyn.
"I could've made it too! He cheated with his jet pack! Everyone has jets but me, I swear!" grumbled Venn as he stormed off to a nearby stall with Lyn following behind as she laughed. Venn ordered some drinks for them while they chatted.
"So why are you here? Don't tell me you're starting your new personal Twi'lek Healing Bath on your ship and came to recruit me," teased Lyn.
Spit "It's nothing like that! I like other females too you know!" blushed Venn after spitting out his drink.
"You sure? Cause all I ever see you look at are twi'leks. Especially me and Oola before you bought her. Not to mention how you can't enter's Garsa's establishment just yet, but that never stopped you from admiring her from afar," teased Lyn in a playful manner.
"I like other women apart from twi'leks too!" countered Venn while blushing profusely while Lyn laughed at his reactions. "Just...haven't met any that didn't want to kill me...that's all."
Giggle "You're fun to tease Venn. I'm glad you bought Oola," sighed Lyn.
"Just wish you'd use my alias instead of my real name," groaned Venn trying to change the subject.
"Viro just doesn't sound as cute as your real name," giggled Lyn with her lekku playfully pointing at him.
"It's not meant to be cute. Also...I didn't pick it," said Venn in a deadpan tone as he averted his gaze.
"You didn't? Then who did?" asked an intrigued Lyn.
Several girls exciedly ran to the door to see a man clad in dark green armor as he walked through the door with Lyn also swooning at him. She looked over at Venn to see his eyebrow twitching in annoyance, and back at the newcomer as he made his way inside with several women still following him. Lyn looked between them as she made the connection.
"Boba picked it?" chorted Lyn trying to hold back her laughter, but failing.
"It's better than the alternative," slightly growled Venn his eyebrow twitching more.
"Oh Come on, it's adorable. Maybe it's a sign of respect," smiled Lyn.
"It's really isn't," retorted Venn in a deadpan tone.
"It can't be that bad," smiled Lyn.
"It really is," grumbled Venn bending his utensil in frustration.
"Well, whatever the case, I'm still grateful to you both," smiled Lyn reaching over to kiss his cheek again. "Take care of Oola for me. She really is a good girl. I know she'll flourish more with you than being a slave here."
Ven blushed as he saw Lyn walk away that he swore she was swaying her hips on purpose. She walked over as he grumbed in frustration when she swooned over Boba as he flirtly lifted her chin. He got up from his booth as he went over towards where Bib Fortuna was for his unclaimed bounty and any remaining effects Oola may have had. As he walked by, he crossed paths with Boba as both bounty hunters stopped with their backs still facing each other.
"Boba," greeted Venn in disdain.
"Runt," replied Boba back in the same disdain voice.
"Age had nothing to do with all this, Mandalorian. The only reason you're the top bounty hunter is because of the difference in skills," said Venn acknowledging the differences in their experience.
"Maybe if you actually learn to pull the trigger, you'd have catch up," retorted Boba putting his hands to his side.
"Not everyone deserves to die. Some need to be brought to justice, and the only way to do that is for them to still be alive," countered Venn.
"Like the Toydaruan you brought in to buy your used sex slave?" said Boba, but Venn could already imagine the smark under his helmet.
Both combatants moved towards each other shocking everyone as Venn stared down the barrel of Boba's blastor and flamethrower, aimed at several of his vital organs. However, Boba also notice the edge of a virodagger aimed at a vital spot and the young man's blastor in one of the joints in his armor.
"Good reflex runt. You're getting there, but you know you lost right?" smirked Boba under his helmet since he had two vital spots aimed while Venn only had one.
"Did I old man?" smirked Venn confusing Boba.
Boba zoomed into Venn's blastor armed that revealed a hidden blade up his sleeve. He realized that the reason he aimed for that particular joint was because his blade could pierce through since joints were usually the weakest for movements. It's also where one of his artieries was located, and he could eventually bleed out meaning Venn had three weapons on him.
"Arteries are still considered a vital spot no?" commented Venn with a confident smile.
"You're learning. Good. Too bad you're still too slow on the trigger runt," commented Boba confusing Venn.
Venn suddenly felt the blade of one of Jabba's place guards on his back until it moved up to his neck in a threatening manner. Venn narrowed his eyes knowing that the guards would never interfere in a brawl between two bounty hunters unless ordered to, or if they were paid off somehow. He clicked his tongue in anger as he glared at Boba for his treachery.
"Bribery is another form of strategy. Remember that," commented Boba.
Venn gritted his teeth in frustration, wishing he could call him out, but knew he couldn't because it could give away part of his past. They both respectively put away their weapons, along with the guard as they each went their respective ways. Venn clicked his tongue in frustration again as he talked to Bib Fortuna. Once he managed to collect his bounty for Jabba's information, proving that it was legitamite, and some of Oola's remaining effects, he went over to where Lyn was sitting who witnessed everything.
"Lost again Champ?" asked Lyn with a reassuring smile.
"I really dislike that jerk. He doesn't deserve your affection," retorted Venn downing his water.
"Even so, I'm still grateful. He just got there first is all," smiled Lyn.
"Stupid jetpack," again muttered Venn sounding like a broken holo message.
"My, my, you already rescued Oola, but you still want me? Are you sure you don't me to join you on your ship with Oola?" smirked Lyn once again teasing him.
"What?! No! I-I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that! I-I mean...forget it," pouted Venn putting his head down on the table while Lyn giggled at his brooding reaction.
"If it's any consolation, some twi'lek like polygamy. Oola is one of them," winked Lyn as she got up to kiss him on the cheek again while swaying her hips. Venn couldn't help, but look at her luscious rear while thinking back to Oola as well.
"Maybe I do have a thing for twi'lek women. Could explain why I had a crush on Master Aayla. Oh Well, better get going so I don't worry Oola," muttered Venn to himself as he got up. He paid for his drink and walked off until he accidentally bumped into a gold protocol droid, "Sorry about that. You okay?"
"Oh, no please excuse me young sir, I'm dreadfully sorry for not seeing you there. I was wondering if you could help my associate and I. I am here to deliver an important message to Jabba the Hutt per our master's request," said the gold droid motioning to a blue and white R2 series astromech that Venn saw was in good conditions.
"Over there," motionied Venn behind him, "Good luck to you and your message."
"Thank you, how very kind of you sir," said the gold droid as Venn walked off, "See R2? If you ask nicely someone is sure to help."
"I get the feeling I should leave soon," muttered Venn when he heard the astromech respond in the binary language most droids have, and quickly rushed back to his ship.
Ship Depot
"Master!" cheerfully greeted Oola still not wearing any clothes until he carried her inside before anyone could see. "I really should buy you some clothes," nervously chuckled Venn as he carried her to their bedroom. "I see you're practicing your Basic as well."
"Oola like being naked like Master said," said Oola in her broken Basic with admiration in her eyes.
Chuckle "You really are a temptation. But you still need clothes for going outside. Though I think it's best if we get out of here. I'll get you clothes somewhere more cheaper," said Venn gently placing her down on the bed.
"Oola learn too?" she asked with pleading eyes until Venn kissed her lips.
"First you have to understand before you learn, but I can still show you. Come on," said Venn leading her to the cockpit again as he got ready for take off.
As the days turned into weeks, their life on the ship became a routine of learning and lovemaking. Oola's language skills improved dramatically, and she began to take an interest in the ship's operations. Venn was happy to teach her, enjoying the way her eyes lit up when she understood something new. In return, she used her newfound knowledge to serve him better, eagerly applying her new skills in both the cockpit and the bedroom. She especially loved the bedroom proving to be quite insatiable.
Their combat training sessions grew more intense, with Oola's dance background giving her an edge in agility and balance. Venn pushed her to her limits, challenging her to overcome her fears and insecurities. He knew that in the harsh universe of bounty hunting, strength and cunning were as important as any weapon. Her dedication to her new life with him was unwavering, and she practiced tirelessly, her body sculpting into a weapon of grace and beauty. Their sparring session also always resulting in Oola having her legs spread with Venn eagerly plowing deep into her pussy much to her delight.
During their downtime, they would explore the ship, finding new places to make love. The cargo hold, the cockpit, even the narrow corridors became their playground of passion. Venn found that he enjoyed Oola's company more than he ever thought possible. Her laughter filled the spaces of his ship that had been silent for so long, and her eager cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He started to think about the future, about taking her to new planets and showing her the galaxy beyond the confines of Jabba's palace.
She always seemed a little sad when she had to wear clothes since they did have to dock to get supplies, run maintenance on the ship, and of course Venn would go look for bounties that the Guild sent over for their livelyhood. But once they were alone together in space, she would do her erotic dance to strip for him, enticing him to take her right then and there. She always ended up being covered in Venn's thick cum, but loved even more so when he would fill up her womb over and over again. She was sad to learn that their combatibility was quite low, but it wasn't zero. It just meant that they had to try harder, which she was more than happy to do to get pregnant in the future.
Their bond grew stronger with every shared experience, every whispered word of encouragement, and every tender kiss. Oola began to feel a sense of purpose that she had never felt before, and it was all thanks to Venn. He had given her a chance at a new life, a life filled with love and belonging. She vowed to serve him with all her heart, to be the best breeding partner she could be.
As they lay in bed one night, their bodies entwined and slick with sweat from another round of passionate lovemaking, Oola looked up at Venn with a serious expression. "Master, will you take me out on a job with you?" Oola asked in more refined basic, but still had a bit of an accent.
Venn was taken aback by her request. "A job? But you're still learning," he said, stroking her cheek gently.
Oola nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "I know, but I want to be useful to you. I want to learn everything you do. Plus, I might be able to use my... skills to our advantage." She winked, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm.
"Alright," Venn said, considering her proposal. "But we'll start with something simple. You're not ready for the big leagues yet." He kissed her forehead, his affection for her growing with every passing day. "We'll take on a low-risk bounty, something to get your feet wet. Most of the jobs I take are to take them in alive, so we can look for a low-time offender to start with. We'll have to register you with the Guild as well. Remember not to mention that you're my slave, though technically you've been free since you entered my ship. Also call me by my name too."
"Mmm, But I do love being Master's naughty sex slave. I get to serve him in every way imaginable," Oola said with a sly smile, her lekku fluttering playfully. "Worship his big and powerful dick. Let him enjoy my body. Feel his warm and thick seed deep inside me. His huge dick throbbing with excitement inside me. Kissing my pussy so tenderly while I wash him with my tits every bath we take." Erotically moaned Oola grinding against him, her pussy already wet as she kissed him.
Lemon
Venn couldn't resist her allure, and he pushed her onto her back, parting her legs to show his excitement. "But you're so much more than that, Oola," he murmured, his cock sliding into her again. "You're my partner, my lover, and my student." He began to thrust gently, their bodies moving in a rhythm that had become so familiar and yet never ceased to amaze them both.
Oola's eyes fluttered closed as she felt him fill her up completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her lekku sliding around his body like silk. "Yesss," she hissed, her voice low and needy. "I want to be all of those things for you."
Venn's thrusts grew stronger, his passion fueled by her words. He knew he had to be careful not to lose control again, not to overwhelm her with his desire. But she was so tight, so warm, and the way she moaned his name was driving him wild. He could feel her pussy clench around him, and he knew she was close. He leaned down, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered, "You're going to cum for me again, aren't you?"
Oola nodded, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure. "Yes, Master," she panted. "Please, I need it."
Venn's cock swelled at her words, and he quickened his pace, his hips slamming into hers. He felt her orgasm building, the walls of her pussy tightening around him. He watched her face contort in ecstasy, her lekku fluttering wildly. He knew she was close, and he was eager to feel her climax around him again. He reached down, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in slow circles. Her moans grew louder, and he knew she was on the edge.
With a final, deep thrust, Oola's body arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came. Her pussy spasmed around him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He released his seed into her, filling her up, claiming her once again. Her stomach swelling in the familiar manner from the sheer volume of splooge he always generously shoots into her pussy. Their combined cum squirting out of her like always, making them ride their orgasmic high for almost an hour until they slowly calmed down. They lay there, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing as they held onto each other. It was in that moment that Venn realized he had never felt more alive.
Her movements always matched his own, and he could easily match hers. He understood a bit more what the Echani culture meant in trulying knowing someone through movement after countless sex and sparring sessions with her. He won't deny that he has gotten quite addicted to her, and she to him. He did love seeing her naked too. He ordered Zero to program the ship's computer to go a long way to the planet of Carajam hoping to take Oola for several more rounds making her smile at this.
Venn got up to spread her legs, and plunged deep into her eager pussy once more, where he fucked her for hours on end much to her delight, filling up her pussy for hours on end. Oola was still eagerly riding him while shoot a gyser of cum into her pussy when they both heard the ship computer, and Zero's chirps at their approaching desitnation. The shared a small loving kiss, and teasing touch before they got into the shower to clean each other off while rubbing one another, and got dressed.
End Lemon
Planet Carajam
Ven put on his light armor, armed with his sword and blastor. He also had several knives hidden on him since he only liked to use a blastor as a last resort, or if caught between multiple opponents. His light armor was fitted with a black metal alloy bracers and chest plate with vest over it. He wore a helmet to hide his hair and eyes that gave away his Echani heritage as always. He also packed a couple of stun grenades and traps just to be safe.
Oola put on a tube top with a vest over it along with some leather pants that hugged her hips since they haven't gotten any special gear for her yet. However, she wasn't completely defenseless as she grabbed one of Venn's spare vibrosword, and another blaster she constructed with Vann's teachings as a means of precaution.
"You sure you're ready for this?" Venn asked, checking his gear one last time.
Oola nodded confidently, the vibrosword in her hand humming to life. "I've learned from the best," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "We can even check out those Twi'lek Healing Baths I heard so much about."
"You know those are just brothels with Twi'lek girls wearing pretty much what you wore at Jabba's Palace right?" Chuckled Vann nervously while scratching his cheek.
"I know, it sounds like fun. I love that outfit too. It was the only comfortable one I was allowed to wear on special occasion, and it's the outfit I met Master in...and enticed you with too. We might even entice a couple of girls to come live with us to start Master's personal brothel on the ship," giggled Oola excitedly.
Venn couldn't help but laugh at her mischievous idea. "We'll see about that, after we're done with this job," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But for now, let's focus on the bounty. You're wearing that sexy oufit tonight as well."
Oola's lekku perked up in excitement at the thought of wearing her favorite skmipy outfit again to entice her master. She nodded, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves. This would be her first real taste of the bounty hunter experienced she had heard of, and she didn't want to disappoint Venn.
Cantina
They approached the seedy cantina on Carajam with caution, the air thick with the scent of spilled ale and unwashed bodies. The low-level criminals and scoundrels that populated the place barely spared them a glance, too caught up in their own dealings to care about the newcomers. Venn led the way, his senses heightened as he searched his surroundings. Oola followed closely, her grip tight on the vibrosword, ready to prove herself until Venn discretly put a calming hand on hers to calm her down a bit. They approached the counter as they were greeted by a blue skin Twi'lek.
"Well, well, well, If it isn't the young and mysterious masked hunter back on another bounty. How you doing Viro? Who's the hot stuff next to you?" greeted the Twi'lek bartender girl.
Venn leaned on the counter, his eyes scanning the room. "Looking for someone," he said, his voice low and serious.
The bartender raised an eyebrow, looking Oola up and down. "Is she part of the job, or just eye candy?"
Venn smirked beneath looking at the bartender through his visor. "She's more than that, trust me." He passed a holographic image of their bounty across the counter. "Seen this guy around?"
The bartender's gaze flicked to the image and back up to them. "Maybe," she said coyly, her lekku twitching. "What's the payoff?"
Venn slid a credit chip across the counter. "Double if you tell me where I can find him."
"Maybe a trip to the Twi'lek Healing Bath with me can better jog my memory. Show you how the grownups like to play. Been a while since I had to cute little virgin. The girls would love it too. Your eye candy can join in too if she wants to," Winked the buxom bartender. "Still not gonna serve you a drink though other than water."
Venn chuckled since she didn't know he wasn't a virgin anymore, "Tempting as that sounds, we're on a tight schedule. Let's keep it strictly business." He leaned in closer, whispering something into her ear that made her smile wide and nod eagerly before pointing them to a table at the back of the cantina.
They approached the table where a Rodian and a Weequay were playing a heated game of sabacc. The Rodian looked up, his large eyes scanning Oola before sneering at her. "What do you two want?"
Venn placed the holographic image on the table with the Rodian's picture on it, the flickering light of the game reflecting off the creature's scales. "Looking for a friend of ours," he said calmly. "Looks a lot like you too."
The Rodian's hand hovered over his blaster, but the Weequay placed a firm hand on his arm. "Easy, buddy," the latter said, his voice a low rumble. "What's he worth to you?"
"Nothing much. Just bringing him in for skipping bail on some destroyed speeders, starting several bar fights, and trying to smuggle in some illegal spice...badly I might add," commented Venn relaxing his hand with the Rodian completely unaware of the dagger that just slipped into his grip.
The Weequay chuckled, stroking his beard. "Sounds like a real charmer. He's probably holed up in the abandoned mining facility outside the city. He owes us a few favors, so we might be able to convince him to come with you without too much trouble."
"Really, cause the Rodian I'm looking for was said have been last seen playing sabacc...and losing." Venn sneered at the Rodian.
"Oh, ho, ho, Seems he caught you, my friend. I guess that means I automatically win our little game by default. Can't blame me for trying though," chuckled the Weequay looking over at Oola, "Now, let's leave the boys to play while this beautiful creature and I get acquanted."
Oola slightly grimace in disgust when the Weequay wrapped his arm around her. "I heard those Twi'lek Healing Bath's are quite something. Perhaps you can use those beautiful magic fingers on me right now while the children play. I got plenty of winnings right here," said the Weequay flashing several Credits, "Of course, he did bit off more than he can chew when I knew he didn't check the cargo for real."
"I knew you sold me out you two timing pirate!" yelled the Rodian grabbing his blastor.
With lightning quick reflexes, Venn launched the dagger at the Rodian's sleeve, pinning it to the table with a loud thud. The Rodian instantly dropping his weapon from the jerking movement. "Whoo, The boy has some has some skills eh? I should make you two my new friends. And you my dear can be my very 'special' friend" said the Weequay caressing Oola's face, but tried to remain calm, "How about the grownups go play right now while the boy hands in the Rodian? It's been ages since I had a beautiful Twi'lek like yourself."
Oola, playing along, placed a hand on the Weequay's cheek, "You know, I've heard that Weequay are incredibly...large. Maybe we can test that theory later?" she whispered in his ear, making him chuckle, his grip on her loosening.
Oola quickly took the opportunity to tighten her own grip on the Weequay's hand, and flipped him over her shoulder before quickly retraining him. "Ah! You've got quite the grip!" grimace the Weequay in pain and pleasure. Oola then hoisted him up roughly, pinning him against the wall, "Strong too! Very nice! I love a woman who is feisty no?!"
Oola pinned him down feeling a bit disgusted when Venn simply walked up to them, "Yeah, you might get some of these sometimes because of your looks. Simply do this." Venn walked over, and whacked the Weequay on the back of the neck effectively knocking him out. Venn roughly pulled the Rodian over to the counter where the bartender Twi'lek was alredy waiting after watching the entire commotion.
"That could've been handled more discreetly. But a bounty's a bounty. He's been so annoying coming in here, and no one wanted to take care of the small fry until his bounty was high enough. So thanks for sparing me the headache," winked the bartender seductively as the Rodian was taken into custody, and handed the two their credits.
"What about his Weequay friend over there? Is it okay if we just leave him there?" asked Venn pointing to the unconscious Weequay.
The bartender nodded with a smirk, "Don't worry about him. He's a regular. Though I'm sure he's got a rap sheet as big as his fellow pirates. But until someone else comes looking for him, he's none of my business or the Guilds."
"You're part of the Guild?" asked Oola.
"I'm the Guild Representative newbie. You handled yourself well. Still got a bit of an accent on you though. If this bounty hunting gig ain't working for you, I have plenty of openings at the Healing Baths where you can rake in the Credits in no time," smiled the bartender.
Oola blushed, her lekku fluttering slightly, "Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll stick with Venn for now."
"He's young, but he's got a reputation growing. Even Boba Fett is starting to notice him, but I haven't seen him at all ever since the news of Jabba's death," commented the bartender.
Oola knew about Jabba's death as well, and she celebrated eagerly with Venn by continuously having sex with him in all manners of position and kinks. He roughly took her like the sex slave she always wanted to be for him, and flooded her pussy countless times that night making her slighly shiver at the memory.
She snapped herself out of her lust fantasy while regaining her composure, "Such a shame," commented Oola calmly.
Venn chuckled, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We've got a ship to fix, and some supplies to restock. This lowlife bounty isn't gonna cut it. Do you have any others?"
"Plenty. No one wants the lowlifes on this dessert planet until their bounty is high enough. Although, I can deduct 3000 credits from the total for that special treatment in the Healing Baths," said the bartender seductively, "I'll even include myself for free. What do you say big boy? Wanna feel like a grownup? We can even play the parts of naughty sex slaves for you."
Oola smiled at this since she was Venn's actual sex slave of her own free will, but it was something she wanted to keep to herself for now. She watched as Venn processed the offer, his eyes flicking between the credits and the Twi'lek bartender. "We'll keep that in mind for later," he said, his voice low and measured. "But right now, we need to get going. Just give us a list of some targets, and we'll return with them."
"Bring them back in one hour, and I'll double my offer to two hours of me and the Healing Bath girls, at half the price. Sound enticing enough for you?" winked the bartender.
Venn smirked, "I'll think about it. You know how slippery some of these targets are. Don't want to make a mess and end up losing credits because of it. Haste makes waste after all," he said, his visor never leaving her eyes. The bartender sighed dramatically before handing over a data pad with a list of low-level bounties. Oola could see the excitement in her eyes as she watched Venn's muscles flex beneath his armor.
They stepped out into the sweltering heat of Carajam's desert sun, the coolness of the cantina fading quickly. "So, which one do we go after first?" Oola asked, her lekku fluttering in anticipation.
Venn scanned the data pad, his eyes narrowing. "This one," he said, pointing to a name. "He's got a decent bounty and he's not too far from here. Should be an easy catch, and you can practice catching him. I'll be your backup so he doesn't get away."
Oola nodded, her lekku moving with excitement. She was eager to prove herself in the field, to show Venn that she wasn't just a pretty face and an amazing lay. She had learned so much from him, and she was ready to be his partner in every way. Of course with the added bonus of still being an amazing lay and breeding slut.
They approached the dilapidated building that matched the description of the bounty's last known location. The sand had infiltrated every crevice, giving it a gritty, lived-in look that screamed 'desperation'. Venn's hand hovered over his blaster, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. "Stay sharp," he murmured to Oola, and she nodded, her grip tightening on her vibrosword.
They entered the building, the door groaning in protest against the weight of years of neglect. Inside, it was a maze of corridors and abandoned living spaces, each one more empty and desolate than the last. The air was thick with the smell of dust and something faintly metallic, hinting at the presence of their quarry. Venn led the way, his boots echoing through the hollow space, while Oola followed closely, her steps silent despite the heavy boots she wore.
As they approached the room where their target was supposed to be, Venn held up a hand, signaling for Oola to stop. He listened intently, his heightened Echani senses picking up the faintest of sounds: the shallow breathing of someone trying not to be heard. Oola nodded, her lekku tight against her head in concentration. They shared a look, a silent understanding passing between them.
Venn kicked over some boxes to get their target's attention. Their target, a Duros with a scar running down one eye, looked up from his makeshift workbench, a smuggled blaster in his hand. His eyes widened in shock at the sight of the two figures charging at him ready for battle.
Oola took a step forward, her vibrosword humming to life. "You're coming with us," she said firmly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the nerves that were starting to creep in.
The Duros scoffed, his one good eye narrowing as he snarled in his native language, "I don't think so, darlin'. I've got better things to do than hang out with the likes of you two." He took a step back, his hand moving to the blaster at his workbench.
Venn didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, his vibrosword slicing through the air with a whine that sent chills down Oola's spine. The Duros fired his blaster wildly, but Venn's reflexes were too fast. He danced around the bolts, his blade slicing through the air with the grace of a predator slicing the blastor. Oola snapped out of her trance and charged at him. The Duro took out a dagger, making Oola hesitate a bit. She quickly took in some calming breaths and lunged forward, dodging the dagger with a graceful twirl, and kicked it away from his hand. She grabbed one of the Duro's back spikes, and yanked him back against the wall while she slapped him to disorient him, and threw him over her shoulder.
The Duros groaned in pain on the floor, as he realized he was outmatched. He closed his eyes thinking he was about to die when felt the cold steel of the blade pressed against his neck. He looked up to see Venn looking down on him, "I believe the lady said you're coming with us. Let's not be rude to her."
The Duros lifted his hands in surrender as they handcuffed him, and brought him back to their transport. The two quickly headed off to their next target with Oola still amazed at her Master's skill while trembling from the rush she felt. He advised her on some of the movements he made that she could try out, which only made her want to train with him more.
Outpost
Their next target was a Trandoshan, known for their brutal strength and merciless nature. They found him in an old storage bay, surrounded by various tech parts. The creature looked up from his work, snarling as he saw the two bounty hunters. He had a price on his head for poaching and selling rare creatures on the black market.
Oola felt a thrill run through her as Venn gestured for her to take the lead. She stepped forward, her vibrosword at the ready. "We don't want any trouble," she called out, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "Just come quietly."
The Trandoshan bared his teeth in a snarl, his powerful tail swishing back and forth. "You think you can take me, little Twi'lek?" he sneered, flexing his muscular arms.
Oola's eyes flashed with determination as she stepped closer, her grip on the vibrosword unwavering. "I've faced worse than you," she said, her voice filled with a confidence she hadn't had before Venn came into her life.
The Trandoshan's laugh echoed through the bay, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to shake the very ground beneath them. He reached for a nearby blaster rifle, but before he could even get a grip on it, Oola was on him. The two clashed in a flurry of motion, their weapons sparking as they collided. The Trandoshan's strength was no match for Oola's speed and precision. She dodged and weaved like how Venn taught her, striking at the creature's weak points with the finesse of a dancer that she was until she expertly twirled in the air, hitting the Trandoshan in the back of the head with the flat side of the blade to knock him out.
Venn watched with a mix of pride and concern, his hand hovering over his own blaster just in case. He had to admit, she had come a long way from the shy, submissive dancer he had bought from Jabba's Palace. She had a fiery spirit that he hadn't seen in a long time, and it was something he was starting to crave more and more with each passing day. Though he found it funny how she would still be a shy, submissive dancer whenever it struck her fancy after she surprised him in the shower and always ended up enjoying it. He could tell though that it was only reserved for him, making him feel a bit special at his naughty sex slave.
With the Trandoshan unconscious on the ground, Venn stepped forward to secure the cuffs, and clapped at her performance. "Nice work," he said, his voice with pride. "But don't get too cocky. There's always someone out there looking to make a name for themselves by taking out a bounty hunter."
"Thank you mas-Venn," said Oola correcting herself wanting to smother him, but just gave him a kiss instead.
The two quickly rounded up almost all the names on the list with Oola taking the lead, and Venn only stepping in when needing to, or when things look like he would get away. He was always happy to point out her mistake, and some of his own he's done in the past as well, and explained the many different ways that it could've been handled, or they both could work on together since they needed to learn how to cooperate as a team in actual combat.
"Only one more to go," Venn said, checking off the last bounty on the list. The adrenaline from their successful captures was still pumping through Oola's veins, making her feel more alive than she had in years. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the desert landscape as they approached the final location: an old moisture farm on the outskirts of the city.
Moisture Farm
Venn was on guard as something felt off about this place. Oola noticed his movements thanks to their Echani training and constant sex that she's grown accustomed to all his subtle movements. She didn't need to ask as she knew he was worried. They approached the farmstead cautiously, the sound of their boots sinking into the wet sand the only noise breaking the tense silence. The farm was abandoned, but the air was thick with the scent of tension and danger. Venn motioned for Oola to go around back and scout the area, but not to engage. He could tell this particular bounty wasn't the average lowlife.
Oola nodded, her lekku flicking in understanding. She sprinted silently across the open ground, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached the back of the farm and peered around the corner. There, in the fading light, she saw a human male, his back to her, fiddling with some electronics. She recognized the stance, the way he was trying to keep his hand hidden from view. It was a sign of someone hiding a weapon, a trait she'd seen in the thieves and smugglers she'd danced for back in the palace.
Her eyes narrowed as she approached him, her vibrosword at the ready. The man sensed her presence and spun around, a blaster in his hand. He was a skilled marksman, but she was quicker. With a swift move, she disarmed him, the blaster clattering to the ground. The human's eyes widened in shock, taking in the rookie Twi'lek warrior standing before him. He suddently smiled when his arms split apart showing various cybernetic implants that contained hidden weapons in it.
"You're gonna need more than that to take me down, darling," he sneered, his voice filled with confidence.
Oola quickly dodged as he shot out from his cybernetic arm, and quickly hid behind a rock. Venn took the opportunity to try and ambush the human cyborg when the cyborg's back suddenly inflated, and several more robotic arms appeared causing him to roll in midair to dodge the oncoming barrage.
"You're going to regret crossing paths with me bounty hunters," the cyborg called out, his arms transforming into a variety of deadly weapons. Venn and Oola exchanged a quick glance, both knowing this was not going to be an easy fight. Venn took a deep breath trying to peek at their target noticing that arms were from an assassin droid that most likely he stripped parts off, and implemented onto himself.
Oola took the chance to circle around the cyborg, using her agility to stay out of his line of fire. The cyborg's laughter grew more manic as he shot off a barrage of darts and lasers, seemingly enjoying the dance of death. Venn took cover behind a rusted moisture vaporator, his eyes scanning the environment for any advantage.
As the cyborg approached, Venn made his move. He leapedfrogged over vaporator, using the discarded panel as a shield. The cyborg's shots hit the metal with a shower of sparks, but one slipped through, grazing Venn's arm. He grunted in pain but didn't slow down, his vibrosword at the ready.
Oola took the momentary distraction to sneak up from behind, her blade slicing through one of the cyborg's arms before it could retract. The cyborg howled in pain, turning to face her. His human eyes were cold and dead, a stark contrast to the mechanical limbs that now twitched and spasmed. "You twi'lek whore," he snarled, his human hand reaching for another weapon while another one knocked her back far away until Venn caught her to cushion her landing, momentarily knocking him out.
"Tough luck. Looks like you both die," laughed the cyborg luanching a barrage of missles at the couple shocking Oola. She reached out her hands, closing her eyes for the impending doom, only to feel nothing. She could still clearly hear the missle engines coming to her, but nothing was happening. She slowly opened her eyes to see that all the missles were halted in midair as if an invisible force was holding them in place. She was panting hard, shock at the sight in front of her along with the cyborg.
"You...You're a je-"
The cyborg was suddenly interrupted the missles were pushed back causing them to explode in midair. Venn appeared slashing off varous robotic arms near the base with his vibrosword. The cyborg pointed his gun arm at the boy when Ven motioned his hand to force the man to point away from him as she shot, and cut off his cybernetic arm. He reached out to the Force, and pushed him against the wall knocking out the cyborg.
He quickly rushed over towards Oola who was still in shock as she looked at her trembing hands in disbelief. She didn't know what happened only that she felt a strange sensation as if on instinct, and suddenly the missles were halted in midair as if by magic.
"Oola! Oola! Can you hear me?!" yelled out Venn gently shaking her until he kissed her to snap her out of her daze. She blinked several times after remembering where she was, and saw that Venn had removed his helmet to shake her out of her thoughts.
"M-Master...what did I...I..."
"You're a Force Sensitive. You really didn't know?" asked Venn taking her hands into his.
"I...I...But Master, you-"
Shh "We have a lot to talk about, but not here. Help me put him away, and we can collect our bounty. We'll talk back at the ship," softly whispered Venn to kiss her lekku before kissing her to calm her down.
Oola nodded, still in shock, as they secured the cyborg and brought him to the bartender who was waiting for them in the cantina.
Cantina
The bartender raised an eyebrow at the sight of the barely alive cyborg. "Well, that's a new one," she said, taking a drink, "Assassin droid mods. Shoddy craftsmanship too."
"He's all yours," Venn said, handing over the data pad with the completed bounties.
"Still up for that Healing Bath offer? You can bring that cute friend of yours. Think she might be interested," seductively purred the bartender.
Chuckled, "We'll pass for now. Got to get going. But keep it in mind," he said, collecting their credits.
"I'll hold you to that. I really do wanna try you," seductively purr the bartender, "I put in a little extra for the trouble. I already sent a portion for the docking fee, and asked for your ship to be refueld as well. Think of it as a courtesy 'thank you', and maybe entice you to take up my invitation next time."
Oola couldn't stop thinking about what happened, the feeling of the Force surging through her was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She followed Venn out of the cantina, her mind racing.
Silver Osprey
Back at their ship, the Silver Osprey, Venn turned to her with a serious expression. "We need to talk about what happened back there," he said, his voice gentle but firm.
Oola nodded, still feeling the aftershocks of the unexplained event. "I... I don't know what that was," she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "It just... happened."
Venn studied her with a look of curiosity and concern. "You're a Force Sensitive, Oola. You can feel and use the Force. It's not something to be feared, but it is something to be understood." He paused for a moment, his gaze drifting to the black box in their room. He walked over to grab it, and put in the number combination as it unlocked. Venn took out three different metallic cylinders that Oola soon realized what they were.
"Master...you're-"
"Yes, I was a Jedi Padawan a long time ago before I became a bounty hunter. I started my first year of training as a Padawan from my Jedi Master, Master Voyarr. He was a Miraluka, and taught me the way he saw the Force. It's how I'm able to see so easily in the dark with my helmet on. But before I could even completely my training, the Empire struck. My Master sacrificed himself to protect me while I got away. He left me his holocrons he made to teach me that had some of our training. It's not much, but it got me by. Eventually I got caught up by some pirates who tried to sell me off since they recognized my Echani heritage because of my hair and eyes. Thankfully a group of bounty hunters rescued me and another girl before we could be sold off into slavery. Turns out the bounty hunter who rescued us had someone who was part Echani like me, and she taught me the Echani way to fight," explained Venn while Oola listen intently.
"I trained in secret from what little my Master was able to teach me along with my own Echani training. Eventually the bounty hunters dropped me off, and just up and left me so I had to survive on my own. Eventually, I managed to save up a bit, buy myself this ship while learning what I can, and eventually built my droids here, Zero and R4" finished Ven as he looked Oola's shocked face, "It's why I feel such a connection with you Oola. You're a survivor like me."
Oola stared at the cylinders in front of her, her mind racing with questions. "But what does this mean for me? For us?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear.
"I can teach you what I know, and show you the knowledge these holocrons have. I may not have received my full Jedi training, but I can teach you enough that you can control it. The rest we can learn together," said Venn softly taking her hands into his.
Oola looked into his eyes, and she could see the earnestness in them. He truly cared for her. The idea of learning the ways of the Force was both thrilling and terrifying. She had heard stories of Jedi, but she never thought she'd be part of it. It was all so overwhelming and confusing. Venn saw her body language showing a conflict of emotions, and just decided to hug her while kissing her gently.
Lemon
She moaned softly into their kiss knowing exactly what he was saying to her. She loved this deep connection they have developed with one another that they don't need words to communicate. Her lekkus intertwining again showing her deep affection and lover for her Master while she pressed her lips and ample tits against her Master bit more firmly, conveying her message. Despite the overwhelming feelings of emotions, there was one thing she knew that always calmed her down.
Venn pulled up her tube top to release her breasts making her moan as he went to down suck on her nipples. She loved it when he played with her body making her moan erotically. He pulled her pants down, showing she never wore any kind of underwear, and eagerly spread her legs so her boy lover could happily assault her pussy with licks and kisses.
Oola's eyes rolled back into her head as Venn's tongue danced around her clit, teasing it before flicking it with expert precision. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, her juices coating his mouth and chin. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the ship's cabin, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate with the very walls themselves. She always loved how her loving Master knew where her weakspots were, and she loved them teased. She put her hands on his head to show how much she loved his tongue, and wanted him to go deeper. Something he was more than happy to oblige with when he pulled her hips closer, and lovingly caressed her ample ass making her coo louder.
Their intimate moment was a stark contrast to the dangerous world they had just left behind, but it was exactly what they both needed to ground themselves. Oola's mind was a whirlwind of new possibilities and fears, but as she felt Venn's strong hands on her body, she knew she could face anything with him by her side.
As Venn's tongue worked its magic on her clit, Oola's legs began to tremble. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her, and she knew it was going to be intense. She wrapped her legs around his head, pulling him closer, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Venn looked up at her, his eyes glowing with desire. He knew she was close, and he didn't want to stop. He slid two fingers into her wet pussy, curling them in a way that made her back arch off the bed. Her moans grew louder, filling the cabin with the sweet sound of pleasure. He knew he had her right where he wanted her.
He took her clit into his mouth, sucking hard as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Oola's eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing with ecstasy. Venn didn't stop, though, his fingers working faster and faster until she was screaming his name, her climax shaking her to her core.
When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Oola collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving. Venn licked his lips, smiling up at her. "Now that you're nice, wet, and relax, why don't we enjoy ourselves?" he said, his voice still filled with passion.
Oola smiled kissing her Master to enjoy the taste of her own juices on his lips. She attentively removed his clothes having seen him put it own almost ritualistically every time he went out on his own. This time she wanted to do it so that she can feel that skinship she still craved from him. She lovingly kissed his chest, licking his sensitive spots that sent tickling sensations. She rubbed her tits that he loved so much, rubbing her nipples against his while kissing him all over. She removed his pants, freeing his hyper sized dick. She gently caressed it while he rubbed her tits, playing with her nipples. She moaned softly, nuzzling against his chest feeling more relax and aroused. She kissed her Master's neck before going down to kiss the head of his dick, and wrapped her tits around his throbbing shaft. Hhe loved how warm it felt between her tits, and kissed it tenderly to show her appreciation and affection.
Venn's eyes rolled back as Oola's breasts enveloped him, her nipples grazing his sensitive tip. He groaned, his cock pulsing with need. He could feel her love and care through her touch, and it only made him want her more. He reached down to caress her cheek, guiding her movements slightly as she began to bob her head up and down. He watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared between her breasts, her lekku twitching with every moan she released. She took great pride that she was able to take in more and more of his cock into her throat, but she has yet to fully take all 16 inches down yet. She so eagerly wanted to do this, to make her Master cum his load deep into her throat so that he can then spread her legs, and fill her pussy with warmth like he always does.
Oola felt a sense of power in her submission, a strange and heady feeling that only grew as she watched Venn's pleasure build. She could feel his cock swelling, and she knew he was close. She reached up to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his shaft.
Venn's moans grew louder, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock pulsing with the need to release. He didn't know if it was the danger of their mission or the revelation of his past, but he wanted her more than ever. He reached down, gripping her head to guide her movements, pushing her down further onto his cock that she was eager to take. He was always careful with her lekku since he knows how sensitive they can be, and she shared that only those close were allowed to one another were allowed to touch their partner's lekku as a sign of affection and passion. Oola bobbed her head faster, the pulse of this throbbing cock quickening until he erupted into the gyser of cum she so desperately wanted. Her cheeks puffed out from all the cum he was shooting out, unable to keep it all down. She opened mouth to swallow as much cum as she could while he drenched her completely. She smiled, loving the warm sensation of his cum bathing her while eagerly drinking it up, playing it with her mouth, and swallowing. His orgasms always lasted an impressive amount of time that she's grown addicted to it whenever he would shoot it deep into her pussy, eagerly awaiting the day new life would grow in her womb as a symbol of their union, but for now she'll happily be her Master's obident sex slave and loving whore exclusive only to him.
After Venn calmed down from his high, she still kissed his dick, admiring how he was still hard. She got up to gently push him on the bed, wanting to ride him. She rubbed her moist pussy eagerly against his cum-soaked dick until she lovingly penetrated herself on it making her scream in pleasure. She always loved the sensation of her Master entering her pussy. It didn't matter if he did it slow or forceful, it always brought her to one of her most blissful orgasms, right before he would plunge deep into her. As if on cue, Venn bucked his hips upwards, wanting to shove his entire dick deep into her hot pussy, and directly stretching her uterus to create a familiar bump he always did from his sheer girth making Oola scream in pleasure again while squirting out more pussy juice. Venn caressed her thighs, loving the feel of her muscles, and bucked his hips again to make him jump on his lap and prolong her orgasm.
She let out sharp gasps and moans every time he plunged deep into her core when she slowly came down from her high, and concentrated on squeezing her core muscles to caress his cock inside her pussy. She leaned down to hover her massive tits over his face, and he eagerly took in both her tits to suck on. She moved her hips to her own rhythm after matching his, wanting to take over, and show her Master just how much she loved his cock.
Oola's lekku danced with pleasure as she rode Venn, their combined scents of sweat and arousal filling the room. Her tight pussy clamped down on his shaft as she picked up the pace, her body moving in a fluid motion that was as mesmerizing as it was erotic. Venn groaned into her breasts, his hands moving to her hips to help guide her movements. He could feel himself getting closer, his cock swelling even more inside her. She moaned desperately wanting to feel the warm sensation of his cum deep into her core. Her hips becoming a blur wanting him to shoot his load into her already. Her own orgasm building up in anticipation, wishing to share it with her Master as well.
Suddenly, she felt Venn's grip tighten on her hips, and he thrust upwards, burying himself deep inside her. He roared with pleasure as he came, his cum filling her up, spilling out around his cock and down her thighs. Oola screamed, her own orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her muscles spasming around him as she rode out the intense pleasure. She felt their connection deepen in that moment, not just physically but also emotionally and perhaps even spiritually.
Venn erupted another massive torrent of thick splooge into his obident sex slave's eager pussy, accept it all. Her tone stomach bloading from the massive volume he always pump. He always felt a sense of pride knowing he did this to her, and he keep doing it over and over. The thought of breeding his erotic Twi'lek slave exited him as well. Seeing her belly swollen like this, but with life instead of just his cum. He felt his balls churn once more, surprised that he was cumming again and let out a passionate roar, increasing the volume he was still spewing out completely drenching the bed in seconds that squirted out of Oola's pussy sending her into a even bigger orgasmic bliss until she lost consciousness. Venn grunted as he bucked his hips, loving the sensation of her convulsing pussy trying to milk his cock for all it was worth, egging him on to release more and more cum. He bucked his hips sharply with what little strength he could muster to bring her down, and capture her lips while he kept filling her up.
After what felt like an eternity had passed, cum completely drencing their bed and floor from their intense orgasm, the two lovers moaned passionately still sharing their heated kiss. She moaned a bit in disappointment knowing that his dick had deflated a bit that it slipped out of her pussy, thus no longer preventing the cum in her from escaping. Her gaping pussy spewing out all the cum she couldn't hold, deflating her stomach back to normal. She smiled though feeling her Master's hands still playing with her breasts, and hugging her lovingly. She moved to her side while he moved his legs to spread hers, and moved his semi-hard dick back into her pussy making her sign in content. She slowly humped him in a loving pace while he matched her speed as they giggled happily at another intense love making sex session with one another.
End Lemon
"Will all of Master's lesson end like this?" purred Oola contently.
Chuckle "Not all of them, but I can promise you that the ones that do will be just as enjoyable." He kissed her forehead and gently kissed her lekku,his cum oozing out of her pussy acting as lube and mixing with the mess already on the bed. "But we do need to get cleaned up, and I need to start your actual training."
"Can we rest a little while longer Master? My hips are a little sore from all of Master's wonderful cum," moaned Oola hugging Venn.
Chuckle "Alright, just a little longer," he said, stroking her back. They laid there, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. The warmth of their bodies, sticky with sweat and cum, created a cocoon of comfort that Oola never wanted to leave. She nuzzled closer to him, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. His heartbeat was a soothing rhythm that helped calm her racing thoughts. "You're still not wearing clothes for our training though," chuckled Venn making her giggle at his statement.
The two stayed there cuddling for what felt like hours until they fell asleep together in the warmth of their own mixed bodily fluids. She giggled at the thought of that other Twi'lek bartender having her pussy stretched by her Master would leave her completely breathless.
'I wonder if Master can satisfy an entire brothel in one swoop?' mentally giggled Oola at such an amusing thought while wondering if there were any other Twi'lek to actually start a brothel on their little love ship just for her Master to breed like her.
The thought made her smile and she kissed Venn's chest. Venn chuckled noticing her mood, "What's got you so cheerful?"
Oola looked up into his eyes, "I was just thinking about how lucky I am to be with you Master," she said truthfully.
Venn kissed her tenderly, "You are truly special Oola. I never thought I'd find someone like you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "But you can't hide your naughty thoughts from me. Your beautiful lekku keep giving you away."
Oola looked down to see her lekku were infact constantly intertwining with one another similar to whenever felt aroused and would put on an erotic show afterwards to entice Venn. Oola giggled loving her her Master could read her body as if it was the most natural thing in the world, or at least in their own private world. "I was imaging you showing all those Twi'leks in the Healing Baths the same wonderful treatment you love to show me on many, many, many wonderful occasions."
Chuckle "You are just insatiable," laughed Venn kissing her again.
"It's how much I love Master," Oola replied with a sly smile, her lekku continuing their seductive dance. The thought of him taking on an entire brothel was indeed arousing, but she knew it was a fantasy that would never come to pass...for now. Venn's dedication to her was unwavering, and she cherished it more than anything. She would love to find other women who would relish with her Master's love.
Venn, catching her gaze, knew she was up to something. "What are you plotting now?"
"Oh, just imagining how much more... fulfilled you'd be if you had more to share your love with," Oola replied, her lekku twitching playfully while tracing random shakes on his chest.
Venn raised an eyebrow, "Fulfilled, huh? I'm quite happy with what we have."
Oola pouted slightly, "But wouldn't it be amazing to see how much more love you could give? To see the joy on their faces as you give them what they crave?"
Venn smirked, "And who says I don't have enough love for you?" He leaned in to kiss her neck, making her giggle.
Oola's lekku intertwined around Venn's neck as she whispered, "But what if you could love more, Master? What if you could share your kindness and strength with others who need it? Bring more little Jedi's into this world."
Venn thought about it, still kissing her neck, pondering for a while. He had heard rumors that Jabba's downfall was due to someone proclaiming to be a Jedi as well by the name of Skywalker. If he was indeed a Jedi as he proclaimed, then perhaps he could contribute in rebuilding the Jedi Order, but with his ideals rather than the strict rules the original Order had. He sucked on her breasts making her giggle knowing how much he loved playing with her tits even when he was deep in thought.
Finally, Venn pulled away, looking into Oola's eyes, "I suppose we could consider it. But only if it's what you truly want, Oola."
"It is Master. I want to help you like you helped me, and build this new life between us and more to come," smiled Oola.
Venn took a deep breath, his thoughts racing with the implications of her words. "Alright," he said, his voice steady, "But we must be careful. The galaxy is still a dangerous place, and the Force is... complicated."
"I trust Master as your loyal sex slave," giggled Oola happily nuzzling into his chest.
Venn couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "But remember, we need to focus on your training first. We can't have you getting distracted."
Oola nodded, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I'll be the best bounty hunting partner you've ever had, Master."
Venn sat up, his semi-hard cock slipping out of her pussy with a wet pop, and reached for a towel to clean them both off. "Let's start with ship maintenance," he said, handing her a set of clean clothes. "We need to keep this bird in top shape if we're going to keep taking on these jobs."
"And more sex of course," giggled Oola making Venn chuckle at her statement as he kissed her passionately intertwining their tongues until he pushed her down to spread her legs, and lick her pussy to enjoy her taste once more.
"You really are insatiable," murmured Venn, his tongue delving back into her, making her arch her back and moan deeply.
Oola looked down at him with a naughty smile, "Only for you, Master. I'm as insatiable as you."
Venn smiled at her statement concentrating licking her moist folds while she whole hearted spread her legs to let him enjoy. Her erotic moans a symphony of all their love making, and how much she's grown with him. She didn't think she would actually enjoy being a sex slave, but now she wouldn't change it for anything nor for any kind of Master. It was only for Venn. Her breath quivered at the pleasurable sensation looking forward what the future might bring, and other sexual adventures she'll have with her Master.