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Skywalker Cums to Nar Shaddaa	By : sexdottxt Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 536 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Red Eyes Eats Up Blue Balls
- 2-A Long and Thick Weapon for a Criminal Planet
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Then she suddenly stood up and looked at him. He was breathing hard from that intense orgasm, while she merely sucked her fingers wet with her nectar. She looked very coquettish in those moments, like a silly little girl and not someone with power in a place as dangerous as Nar Shaddaa. Especially when she put her dewy fingers into his mouth, giving him a taste.

“Do I taste good to you?”

Luke didn’t answer, just closed his eyes, lost in the pleasure. The scent of his dick and cum on her breath, he felt victorious. Licking her blue fingers, his thoughts passing, he suddenly felt her wet tongue on his again and flicked it back with hers fast. Tasted his cum on her tongue. Opening his eyes, he gazed back into her red ones, staring right at him. The naughty intents and everything they had done so far, she was definitely nothing like the few other Chiss he encountered.

She smiled. Her beautiful expression spoke of so many nefarious intentions, her red eyes only made her look like that much more of a bad girl. Even as there was a trail of his jizz leaking out her lips and down her face. She licked her lips and fast wiped the strand of goo on her face with her dainty fingers and licked them clean without once looking away from his gaze.

She cupped his face and whispered deeply, “Because there’s something of yours I’m really hungry for.”

She reached low and found his organ. She had sucked him off good, but he hadn’t entirely gone soft just yet. And she was a criminal but she put on the act of a mob princess good. Her hands were perfectly taken care of, nice and soft. After nutting so hard, it felt so good to have her jerk him off.

Moving her lips to his ear she whispered, “And I have another pretty little mouth just aching for it.”

She tilted his face down to look. Lifting up the hem of her skirt, he got a good look at her pussy. Juicy and plump, and even redder than her eyes.

Then grabbing the back of his head, she suddenly moved herself right onto his cock. She growled in a low giggle at the feeling, he filled her up completely. She knew all kinds of bad men, and as big and buff as some of them had been, Luke Skywalker’s dick was still the biggest one she had.

Luke had to take awhile to get used to it. He was far from going soft anytime soon but she had a tight and wet pussy, after just cumming he still had to take awhile to get used to it. That wouldn’t do for her, not when she deliberately tightened down her walls on his meat.

He looked at her again. She was sticking her tongue out at him almost playfully, but the dead expression on her face, the way she was looking into his eyes, she was all but commanding him to use her. Her spirit was bringing something out of him, and then he began moving in earnest inside of her.

Holding onto the back of his neck, she wound one of her legs around his hip for support as they both went at it. Her tits were all but hanging out of her dress to start with, but the both of them doing it for real, they were jiggling hard. Looking squarely at her chest, he ripped down the front of her dress with his teeth, exposing her blue bosom before his eyes.

He took one of her tits into his mouth, practically devouring it. The Chiss woman threw her head back, crying out deeply. Luke knew he shouldn’t have been so reckless, her Trandoshan friends might decide to pay them a visit, or someone far worse. But that tight pussy clinging to his dick and her shrill wails of pleasure were filling him up with a lurid energy. Right now, this was all he wanted.

She was craving more. Hooking her leg fully around his back, she humped him hard in earnest. Her moans turned increasingly pathetic, she sounded like a little girl having her first time. She was moving her cunt good on that dick, her tits were smashing up on his chest through his shirt. Sticking their tongues out, they mashed them hard together.

He was close to his peak. He grabbed her bare ass and pulled her close. He jiggled her bare cheeks around while kneading one of her tits. That broke her and she pulled him into another tongue tangling kiss. They both wanted it so badly. Feeling naughty, he poked one of his fingers into the cleft of her asscheeks, feeling her puckering anus on his fingers.

He poked it in there. She lost it at that point, groaning hard. It was the loudest she had ever been but it was nothing compared to the vice grip of her vagina, and that sudden climax on her part pushed him to his own release, filling her up deep with his cum. Her wail from her release suddenly broke in her throat at being filled up, all she could do was fall back on the wall behind her as his dick throbbed deep inside of her tight walls.

Luke pulled out. That was easily one of the best orgasms he ever had in his life. Some of his sessions with his last lady love Shira Brie made him feel like he was being eaten alive by the sarlacc, and this one easily compared to that. Looking down at his member coated in so much slime, there was a thick line of goo between his dick and her twat.

He was getting hard again. It was something of that same dark side presence again, giving a voice to his own id that whispered to him to have some more fun with her. But just as soon as that, he remembered why he was here. Holding her wrist almost like a gentleman, he looked at her intently.

“So where are the Sisters of Balance again?”

She was lying against the wall, shaking, twitching. Tits hanging out, his cum was still pouring out of her and she was panting hard. Her finely done hair started to look a bit messy. But that question only made her smile. She bowed before him.

“Right this way pretty boy.”
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His pants back up, he left the Chiss woman to go pimp his ride out. She gave him directions, and he intended to follow through with them. Taking his pack over his shoulder, Luke made his way through the corridors of the industrialized city. But he wasn't thinking about looking for more action or how docile he had made that woman, enough to cum on her own fingers while sucking his dick. He had a reason for coming here, an errand that demanded his undivided attention.

A Jedi errand. While scouting for supplies on an Outer Rim world to help fix up the alliance fleet, he'd seen a holovid of a holocron in the background from the same Toydarian merchant. Curious, he slipped in a few extra credits and found out that it had been sold to a band of pirates on Nar Shaddaa. The Sisters of Balance. As soon as he found out where they were holed up and getting the supplies back to the alliance, he made a beeline here. Destroying the Death Star and surviving Vader's wrath, he'd handle them one way or another.

Walking deeper into the city, he felt the eyes of watchers all over him. If he didn't have the force, he knew they would have fleeced him a long time ago. He wasn't actively using it like he just had on his welcoming party, but feeling their presences, he was able to chart out the least dangerous routes in the city. Places that even on this hive of scum and villainy you'd mistake for being a place where old ladies could walk in peace.

And still, he felt the presence of the force. That strange fuzzy feeling was there again. But with it gave rise to another the dark sider was watching him like a womp rat sniffing at his shoulders. Staying far away, but no matter where he was, it was there too. It wasn't coincidence. It was following him.

It wasn't long before he found the hideout of the Sisters of Balance. It was a low lying building in between the skyscrapers, one of many, all marked with graffiti. But Luke had gotten as much info from the Toydarian merchant as he could. He knew the insignia of these pirates, an X pattern where the top lines of the letters were red while the bottom half of the letters turned silver and curved inwards. That mark was a slight detail amidst all the messy taggings, but it was there. He'd found his place.

He pushed past the door and stepped inside. It was in complete and total darkness. He could sense life around him, both from his sixth sense trained in battle from fighting as a soldier as well as his Jedi instincts kicking in. But unlike before when he walking the streets, he couldn't pinpoint exactly where they are.

Only for him to feel a the thick barrel of a blaster barrel on the back of his head. “Drop your things and kick them over and I won't put a smoldering hole in your skull.” It was a woman's voice, but that was the only thing he could tell about her.

Luke was no random patsy ready to get robbed. He could deflect blaster fire so good that Boba Fett would consider him a deadeye, had locked blades with the galaxy's most famous Jedi butcher in the millennia wide history of the Sith and earned that man’s attention several times over, and even in this kind of situation with the barrel of a blaster at the back of his skull, he'd be able to call upon superhuman speed and disarm his attacker no problem. But the room was still pitch black, he didn't know how this room was even set up, and his force sense was still scrambled on telling exactly where the others were.

And a gut instinct was telling him that this woman was a real sharpshooter. “Fine,” Luke said, undoing his pack and kicked it aside.

“Good. Now move along,” she said, pushing the barrel on his head and putting a hand on his shoulder. He was being moved forward and had no choice but to do as she wanted. He was being moved in a specific direction. He counted himself lucky for that, as his vision adjusted to the darkness around him, he could begin to make out the faint shapes of big objects around him. He didn't know what they were yet, but he was glad he wasn't tripping on them.

When he entered the next room, the light was almost blinding. As his eyes adjusted, it wasn't that bright, indeed it was about as bright as the lamps in Cloud City, but after several minutes in that darkness, it felt like he was under the blazing sun of Tattooine. Waiting for him were several other pirates.

They were all women. There were four of them, all different races. A Twi’lek and a Zeltron. Both of them common enough and equally desired throughout the galaxy, these two were no exception, they looked too good to be pirates. They also fit really well together too, the Twi’lek was bloodred while the Zeltron woman had hot pink skin long wavy rose colored hair. Neither of them looked like criminals, in that criminal getup armed with blasters, they almost looked dumb, like two pretty dolls that didn't belong there.

But he was feeling something just looking at the pink one. It wasn't the pheromones of the Falleen that could make someone rage with lust, it was more like how he felt when he was around Leia. If he hadn't become a Jedi with all the training of detachment that entailed, he wouldn't have been able to look away.

Yet the last one present made him pause. It was an Anzati. He still didn't know much about their kind but from the notes left in the records left by Obi-Wan Kenobi, in some of the lost Jedi records he'd been lucky enough to discover, they were spoken of with dread. At first glance this one didn’t fit the bill, long hair and fetching enough, she had on a thick shirt with golden armpads, definitely something more for the battlefield than the runway, but it still bared her midriff. She had a savage beauty about her like so many female criminals and her thick mane of white hair was innocuous enough. But there was a mystique about her even though her tendrils were hidden. And as he stared at her, captivated by her weirdness and her native signature in the force, she smiled at him, baring her teeth. It made his heart quake with a terror not even Vader could inspire.

Something about her eyes, he felt as if his senses were ebbing away. The kind of thing to take in the average sentient but not a Jedi, he resisted it. He was just wondering if she was the dark side presence he felt when the woman behind Luke shoved him forward. He looked back at her, it was a bald woman with a black topknot, her skin was chalk white, and she was wearing night vision goggles and had his pack on her shoulder. Taking off her goggles, she regarded Luke coldly.

“What are you going to do with me?” he said. “You've got all my stuff.”

“He smells delicious,” said the Anzati woman, licking her lips. “I haven't had soup like this one in so long! Tell me I can have him soon.”

“Boss tracked him down,” said the white woman from behind him. “Boss decides what we do. We do what she does.”

“Never thought Aurra Sing would be such a stickler for the rules,” said the Anzati. “Not like the ole days, eh?”

Luke knew that name. Aurra Sing was a bounty hunter working for the empire, had clashed with several rebel cells, had seen some of his friends who were missing legs and arms thanks to her. Now she was here on Nar Shaddaa. Not an unlikely place for her someone of her type, but he was glad he listened to his instincts. He hoped he'd get out of this one alive.

“You’re one to talk,” she shot back. “Sajé Tasha skulking around on Nar Shaddaa? Bet in all your thousands of years, you never saw yourself here.”

“What can I say, there’s lots of soup here.” She licked her lips at Luke. “And he looks like the tastiest one I’ve had in a long time. I’ve always wanted a taste of your dark,” she said, looking past him at Aurra Sing. “Her and the boss’.” She closed her eyes and hummed pleasantly. “But he’s not just dark. He’s so much more than that. Even back in the good old days, there wasn’t a single one who smelled so good.”

She licked her lips. Luke felt the blaster move from the back of his head. Saw the barrel of it point at Tasha’s face.

“Ladies, ladies!” said the Twi’lek.

“Yeah, can’t you two ever get along?” said the Zeltron in a lazy tone of voice. “You’re both so dumb…” She yawned.

The Anzati, Tasha or whatever her name was, was still staring him down. She was staying still but it was like staring into the eyes of a nexu all alone in the jungles of Cholganna, and with those Zeltron pheromones still addling his head, he couldn’t look away from her. It was an excitement not unlike when he clashed with Vader. But her inhuman beauty and just having finished with a Chiss, he was feeling a hardness in his pants along with the pumping of blood in his veins. A strange feeling, much like whenever he thought of Vader.

When she moved, it would be fast. Looking at her, Luke saw she had cortosis gauntlets, the end of the fingertips sharped into claws. It wouldn't matter if he did have a lightsaber, she'd blunt the blade and turn the hilt into a worthless hunk of iron in seconds. While he was beginning to wonder how he'd survive this, he felt that same dark side presence again. This Anzati's force signature was as glaring as her feral eyes and Aurra Sing behind him had a force presence to her too. But neither were as refined and sharpened as the one coming up.

The door in back opened up. It was a pale bald woman, looked fierce alright, nothing like Leia or any of the pretty ladies he knew back in the alliance. But there was something about her that appealed to him even as she looked so vicious. The attire of these pirates varied, some like the Anzati looked like they could go on Coruscant without attracting trouble and some were scrappy looking, like Aurra Sing behind him. But this pale woman was only wearing a small top and a pair of pants.

She was smiling at him. Like the rest of these pirates, her beauty had a cruelty to it, it was beaming from her expression. But there was a focus to her the others didn't have. Wasn't half as well dressed as the Chiss woman, she looked like she could be a smuggler in any cantina, but unlike Luke's first lay here on Nar Shaddaa, with her casual demeanor and shaven head she actually seemed like a crime goddess come to life. She sat down on her throne and watched him.

“What brings a Jedi to this corner of the galaxy?” She leaned forward and focused on him. “Especially one as famous as Luke Skywalker.”

He felt the force in her. It was something of the darkness. He realized this one must be the dark side presence that had been stalking him since he landed.

“I'm here for a holocron,” he said. “I hear you have it.”

She narrowed her eyes towards him. If the Anzati reminded him of a nexu, then this woman reminded him of a vornskr, a far more adept predator. “You heard correctly. But I consider it very valuable. The holocron of prophecy is worth more than the lives of the Hapan royal houses. I know the empire will pay a hefty sum for it, easily more than a million credits. And seeing as how I have your stuff,” she said, snatching his pack to her side with the force, “I don't think you're in a bargaining position.”

Luke balled his hands into fists. He couldn't let the empire have it. So many predictions were stored on it. If Vader were to learn of the many auguries contained within, he and the empire would do everything in their power to either cease them to pass or have them come true on their own terms. Perhaps once they had it, new prophecies would be told. Those that would only spread the scourge of the empire to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. Those that would tell of the darkness spreading everywhere. They would happen and the empire would have the power and means to make their aims happen for all eternity.

He could not permit that to happen. And Luke had no doubt there was more knowledge in there beyond that of the Jedi and the Sith. For him, he had to know his fate was not contained with the dark side.

“Can I feed on him yet?” said the Anzati. “I'm so hungry! It's been so long since the Clone Wars when they were everywhere. And he smells so much more delicious than all of them put together.”

“Not before I fill him up with holes,” said Aurra Sing, thumbing back the hammer of her blaster. “There's nothing I love more than killing Jedi.”

“Don't be like that,” said the Zeltron woman. “Just let him go, it's not like he could do anything.” She yawned nonchalantly again before she let out a curious little squeak, like something you’d hear from a girl on Coruscant, not a criminal down here in Nar Shaddaa. “He's cute enough so I say we let him go.” Her Twi’lek companion just laughed.

“Airheaded bitch,” Aurra Sing muttered to herself.

“You're not in a bargaining position either,” he said, looking straight at the bald woman in front of him. “You’re wanted by the empire, Asajj Ventress. Either the inquisitors will conscript you or they’ll torture you until you tell them everything you know. After which they’ll kill you on the spot.”

“I have intermediaries and connections. The transaction will go through with them none the wiser about who I am. Of course I never had any intention of giving up the holocron. It’s worth more than any amount of credits the empire can toss my way. Rob them blind!” She sat back and laughed. “And even they’d think twice on dancing with us down here on Nar Shaddaa.”

“You might want to look up in the night sky. That second Death Star is here in the Outer Rim. Once they get finished, they might want to pay you a visit.”

“But things are different now, aren’t they? I'm sure they'll be willing to look the other way if I present them with Luke Skywalker, alive and kicking. Might double my offering rate. It’s not personal, but a girl needs money to survive in this hard galaxy.” She sat back on her throne and exhaled. “And if you get difficult, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I presented them with your corpse.”

“Dead or alive!” said the Anzati. Her voice was shaking with excitement.

He was going to make a prophecy happen alright.“Sorry ladies, but I'm not gonna die today.”

Before any of them could react, he held his hands out, blowing at all of them into the wall with a manifestation of the raw power of the force. Aurra Sing was pointing her blaster at his head and ready to blow his brains out, but moving his left hand back, he seized the weapon with the force and crushed it into rubble. He felt the Anzati woman moving at him indeed with all the ferocity of a nexu and seized her by the throat, holding her in the air. He felt the urge to kill her.

And then he stopped, refusing to submit to the dark side. She dropped, falling to the floor. It was a choice of Jedi discipline as much as it was practicality as Asajj Ventress was coming at him. She had drawn two curved hilt lightsabers, bold with bloodred blades, the insignia of the Sisters of Balance. She came at him, moving them in stylish patterns nothing like the brute finesse of Vader or his own limited knowledge of the blade. Her flashy moves from a time when Jedi were the norm, all made possible by her unorthodox swords, if he had a weapon on him, he would be in trouble. But unarmed, he didn’t even have that advantage going for him, he was going to be dead soon much like the many more that had fallen under her blades. The demon of the Clone Wars and a predator of Jedi, even in the imperial age where savagery was the norm, her edge was still a thing to be feared.

That didn't matter. He was Luke Skywalker, son of the Chosen One and Darth Vader's hopeful to rule the empire. He wasn't going to die to a gang of pirates, let alone to a darksider who wasn't even half his father. He'd seen this one through to the end and get that holocron.

Grabbing the Anzati woman again, he flung her arms up so that her cortosis gauntlets shortcircuited the red blades. Asajj Ventress looked down at her weapons in disbelief before he snatched them out of her hands with the force and flung them aside. Then he stopped.

His training was still unfinished. He wasn’t a Jedi yet and she might know some tricks with the force he couldn’t begin to imagine. He only disabled her lightsabers thanks to the Anzati woman’s cortosis gauntlets.

He was also surrounded. The Twi’lek and Zeltron hadn't been active as those three but they had learned their place. But they were still pirates and stared at him. If he looked away from them, one of them could draw their blaster and fire. And he was still unarmed.

“Dammit,” hissed Ventress. She looked at Tasha whose cortosis gauntlets saw her in this situation. The Anzati woman was still staring at Luke with a barely restrained hunger. Ventress knew her lightsabers were shortcircuited but she still had her force powers. And all it would take is for him to be distracted with her in a contest of the force and one of the other three could take him.

Luke knew it too. Came here as a Jedi and now he was in a pirates’ den. The force wouldn’t do him any favors. He counted himself fortunate for being friends with Han Solo. The smuggler had taught him a few tricks of the trade. Including negotiation.

He remembered that Chiss woman’s proposal after he turned her down. He was gonna be turning some tricks alright. Not a mind trick, he knew Ventress would see right through it and then he’d be dead.

But he knew how to get a woman’s attention. He made just the slightest of downward motions with his hands. Everyone there on edge for his next move noticed it. It was his ace in the hole.
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