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The Lusts of Leia	By : sexdottxt Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 6054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The nameless Tusken slave was sitting at the bar again. Another week since she her fateful encounter with those Muun. Almost a month now since she arrived here. Having the privileges of living on the second floor, she still knew she was in danger. Every morning she rose up as early as she could and made her way down here. She led quite the comfortable life compared to the average citizen in the empire, but she was still a prisoner. That fateful day onboard the Death Star, she knew that more than anyone.

On the second floor she would be restricted to serving men like always. High class men, more gentle than the thugs one would associate with Nar Hutta, but underneath it all still scum. Too much like the moffs and corrupt senators she knew. Men who were used to having girls do as they please when they pleased. If they spotted her doing something she shouldn’t, they would have Durga’s ear far more than the thugs who lined the first floor.

Here she could plot as she did back during the days of the alliance.

The barkeep smiled at her and poured her a drink. “Thanks,” she said.

“No problem,” he said right back. He smiled at her. She blushed and looked away. It had been too long since she felt this way around a man. Sleazy corrupt merchants and nobles slumming it no stranger to fine living exploring the limits of their fun here in Durga’s domain, others were bounty hunters and wealthy gangsters living it up in the Outer Rim hailing from all the corners of the galaxy. They were all the same to her, her body had gotten excited around them as a byproduct of her rough surroundings. But this one made her heart tingle like she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Every night as she slept, she still had the memories of all the men who touched her fresh on her skin. That hadn’t changed one bit even with her new privileges, sleeping in a comfy bed as opposed to what barely passed for cots in the common dancing quarters on the first floor. But before she drifted asleep, she would think on being ravaged by all those men, and instead imagine that it was him taking her, using her, fucking her as he saw fit. Her fingers would probe into her honeypot in the depths of her fantasies and find satisfaction each night.

And her dreams would be that much sweeter. Away from this hive of scum and villainy called a palace, she would be enshrouded in total darkness. It didn’t matter where she was, so long as it wasn’t here.

But she knew she was naked. She knew it because there was a single pair of hands all over her naked flesh. Big strong hands that groped her as he saw fit, she knew she couldn’t fight him if she wanted to. And yet, despite being taken in darkness, she didn’t feel afraid. She was being treated like a thing and with this man, she was okay with that.

It was so hot. Enraptured in total darkness without a whit of where she was, that heat let her develop a sixth sense on everything. Like a pair of red blurs and flashes that bloomed when your eyes were closed in blackness, she could see it, could feel it. Ready for him, she spun around to embrace him, look him square in the eyes.

It was the barkeep. The first man who had been nice to her here. Far too good looking to be rotting in Durga’s palace on Nar Hutta. He was smiling and that meant so much to her. Embracing him she kissed him passionately and nasty. The technique of one of Durga's girls, not a princess. But she didn't care, it was what she wanted. In his power, she felt so right.

She could barely begin to see where she was. Not like it mattered, she knew what she wanted. Bending over for him, she offered her womanhood to him. A lurid smile hit her face feeling his thick manhood cram inside of her.

She woke up, a tranquility in her heart. The harsh nights of Nar Hutta were never beautiful and in her current quarters even worse, but the wanton need inside of her was far more important. Gently touching her naked body under the sheets, she indulged in this pleasure and want. It felt so good to touch herself as the many men had touched her, moved those nipple piercings in between the caps on her tits. The ends standing up were so sensitive, here in this solitude she could enjoy it guilt free as she chose to.

As her fingers stirred inside of her sweet spot, the juices leaked down between her thighs. By this point she was no stranger to having taken so many penises from strangers, and she learned to get used to it in the same way that she got used to keeping her temper under control with the various thugs she came across. No matter what varying levels of gratification she found in being used, she could never shake off the feeling of filth and sleaze.

But in the darkness of her privacy, imagining the barkeep taking her, it all felt so right. All that while the memories of being used by the other men were still racing through her mind. Her fingers stabbed into her wet twat while she twisted one of her nipples. She was so close and didn’t want anything else.

A girlish whimper trilled in her throat when she climaxed. Her breaths were high-pitched, no matter how she felt about it, her customers found a way to bring her to orgasm at least once per day, but it had been too long since she felt one that satisfied her. A peak that left her feeling at peace with everything and wanting so much more.

Her fingers stained with dew were so beautiful to her eyes. Taking them in her mouth, she absorbed the taste while absent mindedly prodding her nipples. She could still find euphoria here.

And yet, she was still living the life of a whore. She drank from the cup. Drinking from it, it was way below what she had gotten used to living the high life in Coruscant, the cup and booze. Nothing as high class as what she was used to, common booze you’d find in any tavern across the galaxy. But it was what she needed.

She had freedom now. Or what passed for it anyway. Not being confined to serving men from all over the galaxy before Durga’s watching eyes was hardly what she would call freedom for others, let alone herself. It was still a big upgrade from before.

The first time she left the second floor after he put an end to those troublemakers, she made it a habit to come here first thing next morning. The barkeep had a dark smile on his face, he was definitely checking her out. It was something she thought she had seen before on the faces of the other men here, on the other girls too, but there was something different about him. Maybe it was his eyes that showed nothing of malicious intents, maybe it was that he had saved her from being kidnapped and asked nothing for it. Maybe it was that she liked the way he looked, he had a dashing quality that reminded her too much of Han. But for the first time in a long time she felt safe. Like she could trust him.

A week later and he had done nothing to indicate things ran contrary to those expectations.

“Heard you’re the fastest to be let loose and walk free to her heart’s desires. Usually Durga keeps girls on his lap for a month at least before he lets them go. He wants to break them in. But you don’t look too broken. Not yet anyway.”

Those words pierced her growing affections for him, past his pheromones she felt that gave her an electric buzz like joy whenever she was around him. The first words she heard from him that she didn’t like. “That going to be a problem?”

“No, no. Just heard the rumors.”

“Rumors huh? What are they saying about me?”

“That the unmasked Tusken I see before me is protected. That you share in wealth with His Great Obesity, the Lord Durga. That you’re his lover and he lets you do whatever you please.”

She laughed. It was a dry empty sound. “If only.”

“Hey, I’m not saying I agree with them either. You know that old saying about how taverns and cantinas are sources of information? Well you have to ask yourself what kind of information, right?”

She remembered. Down here she would see the other girls, the common slave girls dressed nothing like the others upstairs in their fine robes, only in the common dancer’s outfit like she had. Still dressing in this common getup was purely a decision to avoid sticking out, a high class girl down here on the first floor would attract more attention. The ones she had made an impression with on her first day could be her allies.

But when she gazed at them, they would quickly look away from her. It seemed like they were trying to avoid her. It only made sense, she was living on the second floor now, and coming down here as if she was still one of them. No way they couldn’t have taken that as an insult.

Her initial plan was to plot with the other girls. But in the week’s time since coming down here, she had found it hard to get into contact with them. This revelation changed everything. Her thoughts were going wild on what to do next when he poured her a drink. “This one’s on the house.” She sat there staring at it. “Aren’t you gonna say something?

“I really shouldn’t thank you. Shouldn’t even take this. I spent all of my thousand credits on drinking in these two weeks and now I’m gonna be owing you even more.”

He chucked and set the drink before her. “Well, you’ll be collecting more credits soon right? Come the end of this week, all the girls get paid.”

“That’s a couple days, right?”

He nodded. “Girls who live on the second floor will get more than five hundred credits. They start at five thousand credits.”

“That much?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I have to say, there’s something to the rumors. You’re the fastest one I’ve seen to be given such freedoms.”

“I wish I could be proud of that.”

Then it suddenly occurred to her. The way he smiled at her, the way he talked to her in all these days, it was the first conversation she held with anyone, let alone a man, in a long time. A man who didn’t want anything from her, didn’t demand anything of her. It was the first real conversation she had in a long time.

She started laughing. Burying her head into the table before her, she held her head in her arms like that for several minutes. She knew others might be looking at her, maybe everyone was looking, and she didn’t care. Finally, she looked back up and said, “Thanks.”

He leaned in close and whispered, “But you know, at the end of every week, swoop gangs come in to party with the best of Durga’s girls. He lets them do as they please because they’re such big spenders. But every now and then, they take girls away from him under his nose. Without the Hutt knowing. Sure he makes a big stink about it but for all his power, he doesn’t know who’s responsible or how they got out. He can’t do anything.” He leaned forth and whispered, “And it’s not like anybody gives a damn about small time swoop gangs.”

She swallowed a lump in her throat. After dealing with those two Muun schoolboys, she wasn’t in the mood for anymore trouble. “R-really…”

“You’re not happy to hear it.”

“Well after last time, I’m not exactly in the mood for a repeat of that…”

“I thought you’d just like to know. Swoop gangs ain’t like those rich boys. They go to all kinds of places in the galaxy. All kinds of planets. Mid Rim, Inner Rim. Some like to play around in Coruscant’s undercity. And if you flash some credits at them, I’m sure they’ll be open to your company, yeah?” He leaned forth. “Take you wherever you want to go.”

She realized he really was looking out for her. She let herself smile. “Thanks.”

The corner of his lips arched up and she was reminded of Han, like back in the old days. Before she knew it, there was a blush on her cheek. He returned the smile.

At the same time, it didn’t feel genuine. She wanted a surge of joy to fill up her heart. But she just couldn’t. After everything she had endured, she knew that feeling happiness, getting excited, would only lead to disappointment. Not to mention back home that she had obstacles waiting for her.

Thinking on that, he suddenly said, “Just be careful. The way people are talking about you, someone has their eyes on you. They might even be following you the day those swoop gangs arrive.”

A sobering reality. But she couldn’t bear another week, let alone a whole month or two months more here. She had to escape, and fast.

What am I thinking? This is my way out!

Thinking on that, she looked at him again. Hope on the horizon and his pheromones playing her mind, the innocent heat on her face hadn’t gone away. There was another deeper heat down below, a growing wetness. A want that was very desperate to be satisfied. Their eyes locked, she was trying to find an appropriately seductive gesture. Lick her lips at him and then sneak down under the counter to give him a way to thank him for all he’s done for her.

Just as she was thinking that, she noticed his lazy smile fade. The barkeep stood up straight and looked over her and past her. He wasn’t scowling or anything, but there was a harsh glare in his eyes that wasn’t there before. She hoped it wasn’t anything serious.

This Tusken slave felt something beyond the gravity of his look. A raw unflinching feeling. The first time she became a senator in the empire, she was scheduled to meet the Emperor. She had come in with a series of proposals and suggestions on everything she saw wrong with the empire. But as soon as she laid eyes on him in person, she was filled with this feeling of pure dread, fear close to terror, as if all her life was being sucked out of her. Not even being in Vader’s presence could match to Palpatine’s aura.

What she felt now was nothing close to that. But it was something similar. This time though, she didn’t feel any fear. For the first time in a long time, she was ready to fight. Unarmed she was, but unarmed she would do what she had to.

The presence sat down next to her. She turned to see what it was. It was not who she had expected to see. It was that same pale, black haired woman. Always there at the door of her abode on the second floor when the day was over. Always there to bow before her.

Looking at her this close, that feeling of foreboding was there all over again. She couldn’t begin to understand why this one bothered her so much. It must have been that black mark on her face. Right over her eye, it matched Durga’s birthmark in every which way. It did nothing to mar her beauty. Those twinkling green eyes stared into her, and looking back, she felt like she could melt into them.

The strange woman’s full pale lips curled into a smile. That hadn’t gone unnoticed and then she looked away from her. The barkeep was still staring at the strange woman. She couldn’t begin to understand why, he looked ready to pull out the heavy blaster he hid under the counter.

“Give me what I like,” said the strange woman to the barkeep in a feminine sweet as can be tone. “Only the best.”

“Right. I know.”

“How very nice of you to remember!” she said in a sing song voice. He poured her a drink and handed it to her. It was a tall order too, some of the strongest stuff here. Taking the bottle into her hands, she drank like a lady but otherwise downed a large chug of it. They both watched her, expecting her to pass out.

And yet she didn’t. As soon as she was done, she chirped happily, unbothered. She looked at the blonde slave next to her. “I didn’t expect to find you here. Usually the girls upstairs stick to upstairs. And coming down here for a whole week too!”

That voice was as melodious as ever. Suddenly the Tusken slave felt as if she were a small child, misbehaving. Holding her arms close around her, she just looked down at the countertop. “Y-yeah?”

That voice sounded far weaker than she liked.

“Yes. I wonder why you would shun your privileges to come down here?”

She didn’t respond.

The strange woman continued. “I would like to see you tonight.”

The Tusken slave looked back at the strange woman. Those twinkling green eyes were positively vibrant, shining really in this den of depravity. But you couldn’t be sure of what they were glowing with. “You already do. Every night by my room.”

Despite the foreboding feeling that arose in her heart, the smile on the strange woman’s face had been comforting in a weird way. Now it looked almost patronizing, as if she were talking to a child. “In my quarters.”

“And if I refuse?” She was still looking down and away from her.

Before she knew it, a hand was on her face. Went past her dyed hair with no regard for her boundaries, stroked her cheek. Soft palms, soft fingers. The strange woman crinkled her green eyes, that smile still on her face, she looked like she was having a private joke at her expense. Then she was up on her feet and was gone.

As the barkeep watched the strange woman leave alongside her, they both noticed the other people parting to let her through. Like they were dealing with a queen. For the unnamed woman granted so many new privileges, there was nothing overtly sinister about her. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were going out of her way to avoid her.

When she was out of sight, she looked back at the barkeep. “Who was that woman?”

“You already know the girls on the second floor get more rights and privileges.” She nodded. “That one there is one of the ones at the top of the pecking order.” He moved a line down his right eye, the one where she was marked. “And she alone is Durga’s favorite.”

“What does she want with me?”

“I don’t know. But I know it can’t be good.” The Tusken slave didn’t say anything but it was becoming obvious that she was waiting for him to say something, anything. An idea, something to circumvent this situation. Finally he sighed. “There’s nothing you can do about it. You have to go ahead and see what she wants. Otherwise she’ll say something to Durga.”

And I might lose my freedoms. “Al-alright…”

“For what it’s worth, I’ll keep an eye on upcoming swoop gangs. Make a few arrangements, see what I can do.”

The Tusken slave forced a smile. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” She didn’t feel better but it was all she could do.

When she went to the second floor, she found that strange woman waiting for at the top of the stairwell. “Oh my. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t come.”

That wasn’t true, she had come there as soon as possible. But this woman was Durga’s eyes and ears. Him breathing down her neck, she wasn’t in the mood for any trouble. A sentiment that compelled her to remain as civil as possible. She held her tongue and remained silent.

Fortunately the strange woman didn’t take offense. “Come,” she said, holding out her hand for her. “This way.”

The Tusken slave took her hand. Soft to the touch, this woman really did take care of herself. It did nothing to ease the dread she felt around her.

The strange woman took her to a small high standing platform. Only a couple feet higher, but it gave them a good look at the rest of the area. All the other people sitting at their tables, the courtesans and their customers.

“You must be wondering why I summoned you here.”

“Yeah…” she said nonchalantly then she realized she might come off as insolent. She quickly said, “Yes, I mean yes!”

If this strange woman was bothered by it, she didn’t show it. “There is a strength in you I haven’t felt in any other. The spirits have blessed you.”

“What?”

“The power of force as that Jedi, that Skywalker would call it. What my people call the spirits.”

“So that explains it. You’re a Nightsister.”

She wished she hadn’t said that. Their clan was nearly extinct, only surviving on the fringes of the galaxy and it was a rare person who knew of them. The only reason she even knew of their existence was coming into conflict with them when Han Solo tried to woo her heart on Dathomir. In this different galaxy far far away, the only reason she had yet to bear his children were his duties as general and hers as senator. But in this one thing, the stars were very much aligned the same.

“A mere Tusken slave who knows of our existence? I must say, you really do continue to amaze me.”

“As do you. You don’t look anything like them.” That feeling of dread was evaporating as she began to understand what was in front of her. Everything was making sense now. What she felt was the raw power of the dark side. Not quite the energy of a Sith. Of the Emperor and of Vader. But still the dark side.

“And you’ve met one of us before?”

“Not one of you. Some of you.” Feeling bold the Tusken slave said, “And you don’t exactly look like them either.”

The Nightsister heard the sharp royal tone in her voice. Very much different from the rough accent she used to play as someone else. A very haughty sound that amused her.

But she was not angry. “Not all of us come from Dathomir or are strictly speaking one of them. Since I already know what you are dear Tusken, let me tell you what I am. A Nagai-Zelosian.”

Hearing that would shock anyone. The Zelosians looked like ordinary humans, normal hair, build, everything, could fit in Palpatine’s human centric empire in a way that even other near-humans like Thrawn had to claw their up through the ranks.. But they were not sentients the same way most normal people were, for despite their appearances, inwards they were all but plants. No blood to speak of in their veins but chlorophyll. All of them had sparkling green eyes that looked too brilliant to be real. And any species breeding with them was next to impossible.

But it would explain a lot. The way she chugged down that booze like a smuggler, strong enough to knock out someone twice her size and otherwise unbothered, because they were plants Zelosians could drink down an entire bar and be totally fine afterwards. That raven dark hair and soft sing song voice common to so many Nagai. Here in Durga’s hole, this woman was a one of a kind.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the Nightsister said, “You don’t believe me.”

“It’s a lot to take in.”

Not asking what was hard to take in she said, “Many things are possible with Nightsister magic. Including making people like me possible.”

That feeling of dread had eased up now that it was understood what that persistent fear was. But it had never left her all the way. Both because she knew what darksiders were prone to doing bad things. And she was one of Durga’s favorites. “Why are you telling me this? I really should be getting back to my room and…”

The Nightsister cupped her cheek again. Made her look right into her eyes. That fear and anxiety was totally gone now, as a sweet and soothing feeling washed over her. In her current situation, something like that couldn’t be natural. Let alone trusted. There was still much this slave didn’t understand about the dark side, let alone about Dathomirian sorcery.

“Look around you. What do you see?”

“What...what do you mean?” She earnestly didn’t understand the question. There were high class customers and slave girls. Everyone knew that.

“I sense the pull of the spirits in you. You must have some hold over it’s power. Why haven’t you used it?”

“W-well…”

This slave could not risk exposing who she was.

The Nightsister pointed at an Ithorian. His kind with their two mouths and four throats, called hammerheads as a racial slur, looked strange and funny with his mask on. “That man over there is a prominent executive from an independent company. Someone who supplies arms to the criminal underworld and the various gangsters across the galaxy. Recently he’s become very ambitious, finding that the imperial remnant is very willing to drown him in credits too. Not very suited for his kind, peaceful people devoted to nature. He was cast out from Ithor for being considered a disgrace. But he certainly knew how to succeed where other exiles didn’t.”

“Okay…”

“And behind the scenes, he is a close ally of the Besadii clan. I said earlier that he enjoys selling arms to criminals, but here on Nar Hutta is where most of his customers are. He uses his legal connections to hide that he is running spice mining operations on Ylesia and enjoys Durga’s favor.”

That was important info. The new republic had been struggling at dealing with the smuggling on that world. Not to mention the Besadii clan was Durga’s line, it would explain why this Ithorian was here at all. At the same time, there was no way to verify if it was true.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Durga would weep if this man were to disappear.”

“I thought…” She was about to say this Nightsister was Durga’s favorite so it was unusual for her to suggest such a thing, but that would implicate the barkeep in revealing that to info to her, a man who had been nothing but good to her.

“Yes?”

“Nothing.”

A low chuckle. “I want to see your power.”

The Ithorian suddenly looked at them both. His mask had two horns at the top and with the unique structure of his head and his long neck, he looked more like a monster than an actual Devaronian would. They couldn’t properly see his face but the intent in his eyes was obvious. This unnamed Tusken woman was not looking to service him anytime soon. She remembered how she had played with that Twi’lek.

He began moving at them. The speed in his paces were palpable, there was a silent anger in them. The way he was looking at them, it angered her. That growing fury was a dull, stupid thing, like fighting over money you lost in a game of sabacc. But it was too late to say no to it, she didn’t want to say no to it.

They would be his last steps. What she was holding in her psychic hands was not a thread. It was a rope, a noose. Wrapping it around his throat, she began to pull.

The Ithorian suddenly staggered and stopped. Not enough to make him collapse to the floor, it was like he had been slugged hard in the face, stumbling. But he wasn’t knocked out yet, he was still walking at her. His kind’s four throats weren’t just for show. She suddenly wondered if her dear father would have this much trouble.

He was trying to raise his arm to point at her. Something in that gesture affronted her and she choked him harder. Strangling Jabba’s neck with that chain had been easier than this, and Hutt necks in all their blubber were several times stronger than durasteel. It suddenly occurred that the time she saved Luke back at Bespin, that she had used her connection to the force so many times before she humiliated that Twi’lek here.

In the midst of those thoughts, her grip had tightened around his neck. The Ithorian mafioso had collapsed to his knees and was struggling for air. For an instant she felt a pang of pity. But she remembered what kind of men came to this place, made it their home. What he no doubt intended to do to her if she didn’t let go.

That was her last thought on the matter and then he was dead.

She backed up, shaking. “Did I...did I just do that?”

“You did,” whispered the Nightsister, her voice brimming with a barely concealed joy. There was so much menace in it too.

The royal slave found that this witch’s malign exuberance did not scare her one bit. Indeed as she looked at her hands from which she wrought her dark power, she felt an addictive feeling of energy blow up inside her. Not quite cheer, not quite happiness. Something that skirted the lines of it, and she felt a hunger for far more.

By now, there was a whole scene on the second floor. The girls had run away while the other customers were looking at the Ithorian’s corpse in horror. Some guards had come to inspect the scene.

The Nightsister chuckled. “Don’t worry, they won’t suspect you.”

She didn’t believe her. Filled up with a sudden panic, she moved off the walkway and made to move to her room. She had to escape this scene.

Not soon enough. In her haste, she had bumped into one of Durga’s guards, a Barabel. He stood over her.

“What are you doing here, huh? Don’t you know there’s nothing to see here? Or maybe you know something?”

Barabel had a natural proclivity for hunting. That tendency towards violence meant that so many of them found employment in the criminal underworld. Fighting him wouldn’t do her any good. She remembered seeing her brother use mind tricks. In her many heated matches in the senate, she only wished she could use these. She never felt strong enough to use them.

Now the force felt stronger to her. Like it was a part of her, at her fingertips. And this part of it was something wholly hers, not taught to her by her brother. Waving her hand in front of his face she said, “You’ll let me go.”

His roughness vanished. Instead his whole expression seemed blank. He blinked for several seconds. Then he said, “I’ll let you go.” He moved away from her.

The Nightsister rejoined her and laughed. “My, I didn’t know that you could do that too.” She clasped the royal slave’s hand. “Come to my quarters.”

“Alright!”

Leading her to her quarters, the Nightsister shut the door behind her. Just as fine as her own quarters here on the second floor. But there was one main difference.

She really is Durga’s favorite. My place doesn’t even have a door.

There was also no mistaking the light. Despite it being night, or what passed for night on Nar Hutta, the lamps inside shone rather brightly. A gold light that would be comforting if she wasn’t here in a Hutt’s palace with one of his favorite girls.

This royal slave hadn’t forgotten the power she wielded. Luke had only given her the most basic of lessons in the force, not even on how to use it. This was something she did herself.

As she was looking at her hands, that power coming from it, the Nightsister said, “You did well.”

Reality returned to her. “You say you’re Durga’s favorite. Why would you have me…”

“I might be Durga’s favorite. But he is not mine. Do you understand my meaning?”

Looking at her clearly, the royal slave said very matter of factly, “Yes, I do.”

“Good. Then we can allies, can’t we? Perhaps even friends if you like.”

“I think I would like that very much!”

The Nightsister’s smile broadened, letting slip only the slightest sliver of her teeth. If it weren’t for her surroundings, she really would look like some kind of noblewoman. The royal slave found herself liking this woman already.

“I want you to stay with me tonight.”

That was a big leap. The royal slave was too flabbergasted to respond. Before she could even think on what to say, the other woman acted. Standing up, the Nightsister undid her broodred robes.

The royal slave looked away. Not just because of how daring a proposition that was, but also because of how quickly she escalated things. In this situation, she really might as well have been a Tusken slave taken away from Tattooine and forced to bow before her master.

And it was becoming fast apparent why this woman was one of Durga’s favorites. Those robes didn’t do much to hide her figure underneath. But seeing was believing, she got a good look at her figure even without looking at her directly.

Gazing upon her directly was even worse. The Nagai were known for looking frail and gaunt, but this one held no such appearance, those full breasts of hers were hanging down her chest, her pale and curvaceous body her full thighs were mouthwatering, and altogether her milky white skin seemed flawless all over. Like this royal slave granted so many privileges, her dark nipples were pierced, but hers instead were stabbed with silver. Her vagina was bare and shaven, the kind of treat any man would kill to have.

“Make yourself comfortable,” said the Nightsister.

That soothing voice again. The royal slave was staring at the Nightsister’s tits when she said that, and she suddenly found herself feeling very self-conscious. She had felt warm and gooey around that barkeep, but it was nothing compared to the red hot lust that burned inside her. How tempting that offer was.

It was exactly what she wanted. Answering her, she undid the top, and then went on getting the bottom down. It was a little more difficult than she expected given she had done it plenty of times before, but then the naked Nightsister was behind her, having undid it. The lashaa skirt moved down her skin and then there was the sound of a metal clink on the floor. Those creamy soft hands had touched her hips and rear several times in that job, making her naked body shiver. But once this royal slave was totally naked save for her leather boots those naughty hands were all over her tush.

Very close to her vagina. Those long and dainty feminine fingers felt nice long but it was those perfectly manicured nails teasing the pliant skin on her asscheeks that were making her twat tingle on the other end. For the Nightsister herself, seeing this delicious little crumpet fully naked and only wearing a pair of boots was a feast for the eyes.

Those hands moved from her rear up her torso to fondle her breasts. The royal slave’s chest suddenly roared with a happiness that had felt like forever ago. The Nightsister’s were soft enough on their own and together with the way she was touching her, it felt like her body was being cared the way she knew she deserved. Even when the more refined customers on the second floor had been gentle with her, she knew that they were only out for one thing, that she could be punished if she didn’t cooperate. Here, she felt light and free like she hadn’t in a long time.

Those full lips dragged across her shoulders, followed by hot breaths that made her heart quiver. The way the Nightsister trilled, it made her so excited, and those big pale tits were moving on her back. Deep down the royal slave wondered if she was using some ancient Dathomirian magicks to affect her mood. But she didn’t care, nothing that felt this good could be wrong.

“Do you like this?” she whispered in her ear. The royal slave meant to answer a hurried, “Yes!” but before she could, those fingers playing with her nipples standing up on end found the piercings and moved them. Already lost to a frenzied want, the gold metal moving between her flesh sent a wild heat blooming in her chest and her voice broke down in a mess of high pitched wails.

The Nightsister teased the royal slave’s ear with her mouth. Those thick moist lips wet the inner rim while she used her teeth to tease the earlobe. None of this was quite as lusty as the dead set fucking she had become used to in the past few weeks, the feelings that had awakened inside of her were not so easily denied. The slave hooked an arm around her head and they were looking at each other.

Those green eyes were deep enough to melt in. That was exactly what she wanted and then their lips locked. So full and soft, the royal slave pushed her tongue in deeper, wanting and starving for more. It had been too long since she felt good like this and she was ready to have her fill.

Her back was up against the wall before she knew it. Those green eyes were far darker now, like she was lost in a poison haze, and for a moment she thought she should have run as soon as she learned this woman was a Nightsister. One of those hands that had sent her tits into a heat snatched up her chin and held her face taut, her nails bearing into her skin.

That hand moved her face so she was looking down at the Nightsister’s jawdropping breasts. They were so big and full, almost as white as a moon, her nipples pointing out were dark, this woman really was as unusual as she was gorgeous. This slave was staring not just out of comparing them to her own tits but also just looking at them in sheer awe.

“Have your way with them,” her lover said in a heated whisper that came close to being a hiss.

The royal slave hesitated at first. The last time she had done it properly with another girl was her dear friend Winter all those years ago, that Falleen girl she embraced in the heat of a passion far more potent than the spice those Trandoshan thugs had forced upon her had been more of a psychotic series of two bodies humping than real lovemaking. A woman of power like this one, she would have to be very precise and accurate.

And yet that dark feeling raged inside her again. But it didn’t scare her anymore, it surged within her and next to this witch, it was a feeling like symbiosis. Those breasts were so soft and full in her hands, this royal slave had grown out since fully taking on the life of a senator, far away from the front lines of battle back in the alliance, but she was still nothing compared to this Nightsister. Taking them in her hands, she massaged them, their fullness was incredible. Each second it was like she was touching a work of art.

That dark feeling hit her again and it felt so right. She closed her fingers around those pliant teats as hard as she could while moving her palms strongly against the surface of her breasts. The Nightsister bit her lip and closed her eyes, encouraging the royal slave to go further. Those dark nipples of hers on her pale skin were like two chocolate drops on top of a mountain of vanilla, but they were so hot with carnal cravings, she could feel like it merging with her own. Every second, she got rougher with those breasts.

“So good,” the Nightsister said in a flurried whisper. The way she bit her lower lip, she really was a whore who was no doubt used to beckoning men in this palace of crime, but now the feeling was all too real. Those silver piercings were shining in the light, and ready to get her back, the royal slave moved them with her fingers while pressing her thumbs onto the hard caps jutting from her breasts, first from side to side and then deeper into her areolas.

But she was still a woman of royal bearing. With the silver piercings in those nipples, this slave knew she had to be extra careful if she was going to be a little on the rougher side. Feeling the metal in between her nips, she pressed down on them at just the right amount of pressure, making her feel the metal in both sides of the dark caps on her chest. At the same time, she made sure to use her nails too, prodding the white surface of her tits, her dark nipples standing on right up.

The Nightsister had to hold to her lover for support. A very experienced woman, this one was getting the better of her like she hadn't felt in so long. Proud and naughty, the royal slave asked, “Am I having my way with them enough? Or do you want more?”

That only got her a hot kiss for her troubles. Nothing she was unused to after staying at Durga’s palace for so long, but now it felt so good, it was like electricity surging inside her body. The passion behind it, the royal slave pushed her back and clapping her hands on that sexy ass, sucked all over her big tits. The metal of the small piercings on her tongue didn’t bother her at all, not a thing she would have encountered in her ordinary existence. But life was too short not to know things like this.

Even if it was in captivity in a Hutt’s den.

The Nightsister had began fingering herself. The royal slave didn’t know it at first, but while she was moving her face to switch between those breasts, she definitely caught the way she was using that hand. Feeling very left out, she snatched the woman’s other hand and moved it to her own cunt.

They locked eyes again. Taking the hand the Nightsister was using to touch herself, she looked at that pale palm sparkling with juices, and looking deep into those green eyes, licked all of it right off. Then, she moved her hand down to that pussy.

The two women were hooked with each other. Each of them touching the other’s wet vagina and staring deep into the other’s eyes, they knew exactly how to move their hands and when. Rubbing their breasts gently on each other too, sometimes they would play things up a bit by rubbing their piercings on each other's nips. It was even crazier downstairs, they had been merely moving their palms on each other’s damp mounds at first, but soon they moved their fingers in between their vaginal lips, puffy with arousal. It was a connection that went beyond that physical instinct, it was the pure energy of the force moving inside them. Not uttering a word, they both closed their eyes and stuck their tongues out, mashing them together.

Those hands moving on their pussies went faster. The Nightsister darted her finger inside of the royal slave, stabbing her insides, and then the so-called Tusken followed suit with the other. They were both a slobbery mess, tonguing out raunchily and pressing their naked bodies together.

The royal slave moved the angle of her hand so her finger moving inside that pussy touched the strange woman’s clit. She shrieked and then she got it right back in turn from her lover. The Nightsister grabbed onto the lost princess’ waist and held her close and then they were both holding each other’s bodies close, feverishly humping each other’s legs. They needed it so bad.

The royal slave came first, smearing her juices all over her lover’s thigh. She was still going at it, and then the other one climaxed too. Both of them had to hold each other now not just for sex, but just to keep each other still.

As they settled down, they both looked at each other and smiled. The Tusken was ready to speak, but then the Nightsister was on her knees, eating out that pussy. The royal moved her hands into that long dark hair, just as soft as the rest of her skin. She had to twist her fingers in there from that cunnilingus, that tongue working inside her felt like it was being fucked by a giant dick. She was already so sensitive after freshly cumming and now she felt like her knees were ready to buckle and fall straight forward.

The next orgasm only came a minute later, but it was no less weak in spite of it. She collapsed onto her knees, face to face with the other woman again. Her chin and lips were dripping with that royal juice and then she was smiling. Not exchanging a word, they kissed again, deep and tender.

When their lips broke, the royal slave’s eyes were closed and she was licking around her mouth in a state of worship, mesmerized. All of her senses were on overdrive, her mind felt blazed over, and she couldn’t think of her current harrowing situation in Durga’s palace anymore. She was lost in her own little world, away from Nar Hutta.

So much that when she felt a pussy in her face, she didn’t even think twice. She only went to eating out the Nightsister. The woman was standing over top of her, looking down at her thrall. One hand on her hip, she was posing very confidently. Here this woman felt so reluctant before and now she was eating her out good.

That cunnilingus was a bit sloppy too. But there was so much fury in it, so much raw energy, that it was getting her excited. Grabbing the back of that mane of blonde hair, she shoved that face deeper into her mound.

She giggled wickedly when she came. Letting go of that head, she looked down at the slave down on her knees. Her face was dirty with juice, her eyes looked lost. This Nightsister in Durga’s service would only ever smile as a courtesy, but now the grin that was wide on her face was very genuine. As they locked eyes again, that mark on her face, she was reminded too much of the Hutt who owned her.

It only lasted for an instant. “Do you want more?”

Her jaw was quivering, she barely got out, “Yes. So much.”
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