Title: Jaxxon's Twi'leks 10.5-- Bedtime
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: NC-17
pairing: Aayla Secura, OFC/OFC
Category: femslash
Warning: kink
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: a little intermission in the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos. Lenara and her student keep up their routines on their last night on Tatooine.
more Jaxxon's Twi'leks at http://community.livejournal.com/quinla
previous chapter: http://www.livejournal.com/community/sl
Lady Lenara Olan reclined for the last time upon the broad sleep platform where she normally relaxed in private, when not seeing to the pain and pleasure of her clients. With a rustle the beaded curtain parted, and her apprentice, Lana, entered respectfully. The younger Twi'lek was fuller of body than her lithe and graceful teacher, and her color a much paler orange, nearer to peach. Lenara had gotten her eyes dyed turquoise for her at an early age, which suited her.
"Is Aayla sleeping, then?" The young apprentice smuggler had been quite amazed, and wearied, by her first taste of lekku sensuality only an hour ago, and had needed to be put to bed. No surprise in that; she had spent her formative years with a master who was neither female nor Twi'lek.
"Yes, mistress." Lana smiled in fond remembrance; enlightening her age-mate had been very pleasurable.
"Well, since you did not stay with her, you may come here, and we will do as we usually do before sleeping. Tomorrow we shall be flying among the stars again, away from this benighted desert world, with our friends."
Lana's eyes lit up at this, and she let her tongue travel over her full orange lips in anticipation. Unconsciously she straightened her back, so that her full bosom strained at the minimal halter she wore for sleep. "Yes, mistress!"
Lenara's brilliant orange body was already nude; she had not put any garments on after her bath. Now she swung her legs over the side of the bed and rose to sit upon its edge. Her student, clad only in her halter, knelt quietly at the far side of the room, waiting to be summoned. She kept quite still, with the exception of her accelerated breathing, and the occasional impatient twitch of her lekku.
Her mistress' nipples were large and sensitive. After a preliminary cupping of each with her slender, green-enameled fingertips, Lenara glanced slyly over to the younger woman, to see the effect upon her audience. Then, from a small selection in the case by her bedside, she chose large elliptical rings, as thick as a stylus, with which to fill their horizontal piercings. When they were inserted, they flipped freely around the tips, as the piercing went through the broad aureoles of deeper orange. She flipped them a few times for show as well as sensation, causing Lana to inhale rather sharply. "Patience," she murmured, her lush orange lips curving slightly, even more like flower petals than before.
She took out a slender chain with clasps on either end, and attached one end to one of the rings, with the rapt turquoise eyes upon her. Pulling the chain taut so that the breast was lifted, she slung the chain round her neck before attaching it to the other ring. Now both her lovely breasts were suspended from above by their piercings, with the nipples thrusting forward, ready for stimulus.
Like the sovreign that she truly was, Lady Lenara rested her eyes upon her student, and her hands upon her parted legs. "Now," she said. It was the turn of her own lekku to snake restlessly about her shoulders in anticipation, as slowly, hands clasped behind her, Lana shuffled ever closer upon her knees. The girl's peachy thighs rubbed deliberately against one another, as she too, sought to maximize the pleasurable sensations of their customary practice.
When she was near enough, Lana used her bosom to part her mistress' legs still further. Her face approached the flower-like labia, and she inhaled the spicy scent of that place, breathing warmly upon it, in order to increase Lenara's likelihood of granting her permission-- until finally, at the behest of the lekku twining beseechingly about her teacher's wrists, it was granted. "Yessss--" Instantly her tongue snaked out to massage the joining of the petals, to encourage the nectar to flow, but she was never allowed to remain here. The expected command arrived all too soon. "Up."
It was at this juncture that Lana was allowed to express her creativity somewhat, as her mouth made its way up the smooth orange skin of belly and abdomen, toward her assigned task, which was to thoroughly lick the underside of each breast, upon the full and pendulous curve. Her mistress was quite strict about the necessity for this, saying that it kept the shape of her breasts pleasing. And their bodies were their fortunes, certainly, in the pleasure industry. Lana was also allowed to use her fangs to texturize the fruity volumes upon display, and had learned how hard she could nip without causing interruption of her mistress' pleasure. This night, she surprised Lenara by going straight to the waiting lushness without blazing a trail upward. Her teacher jumped, and gasped, and put her arms round Lana.
As Lenara writhed, and her lekku writhed as well, at the cool moisture left behind by Lana's clever tongue, she raised and lowered each breast upon its tether. A sugary aroma was meeting Lana's nose now, whetting her appetite for what was to come. And messages of pleasure were shooting from each stimulated bosom, to Lenara's very center.
The next stage of breast veneration, upon which the mistress insisted, was the nipple flicking. Lana could not simply suck greedily, however much she might want to do so. First she must use fingers and tongue to bat at the nipple, causing it to tense completely into a serviceable nub, and causing her willing teacher even more intense joy. Often at this treatment a milky colostrum would begin to leak from the pores of the overexcited tip. A bolt of lightning seemed to shoot to Lana's belly as her teacher began to flick at her clothed nipples through her halter, the signal that she should do the same. She loved to watch at close range the swift reaction of her Lenara's nipples, and hear her beginning to moan. Her tongue was beginning to tingle for its first taste.
Finally, at last, Lenara's lekku sought out hers and snaked fully around them, and Lana had permission to suckle. She could knead and squeeze as much as she liked as she pulled rhythmically upon first one breast, then the other, meanwhile letting Lenara rub her groin directly upon one of her peachy thighs, as she straddled one of her teacher's legs in turn.
By this time Lenara was moaning in earnest. The thrashing of her bright orange lekku telegraphed her excitement directly into Lana's. The breast she wasn't sucking at was freely leaking its sticky wetness onto Lana's hand. Her thigh was moist as well, from Lenara's excited rubbing. As their lekku twisted together like ocean gastropods, Lana's entire being became suffused with bliss, like the twin suns' rising colored the sky. The sweet taste in her mouth was beginning to make her swallow convulsively, as her hips rocked against Lenara's lap. Her belly was leaping, and Lenara called out and arched back in pulses of ecstasy, that Lana knew would continue for as long as her mouth remained upon her. Her own release was like continual shivers, running from throat to belly to toes, as she continued to drink.
Gently she slowed down the tempo of her kneading and sucking, as the crescendo of their pleasure ebbed slowly away. She let herself drift into sleep upon the familiar pillow of her mistress' body, as the tiny click of Lenara undoing the clasps signaled the end of their familiar routine. Lenara gazed fondly down upon her, their lekku still touching, as they both sprawled in satiation upon the cushions. The younger one licked her lips one last, endearing time, before slumber took her fully. Her mistress pulled the light cover over them both, relaxed at last.
Custom and routine could be so comforting.
TBC
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: NC-17
pairing: Aayla Secura, OFC/OFC
Category: femslash
Warning: kink
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: a little intermission in the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos. Lenara and her student keep up their routines on their last night on Tatooine.
more Jaxxon's Twi'leks at http://community.livejournal.com/quinla
previous chapter: http://www.livejournal.com/community/sl
Lady Lenara Olan reclined for the last time upon the broad sleep platform where she normally relaxed in private, when not seeing to the pain and pleasure of her clients. With a rustle the beaded curtain parted, and her apprentice, Lana, entered respectfully. The younger Twi'lek was fuller of body than her lithe and graceful teacher, and her color a much paler orange, nearer to peach. Lenara had gotten her eyes dyed turquoise for her at an early age, which suited her.
"Is Aayla sleeping, then?" The young apprentice smuggler had been quite amazed, and wearied, by her first taste of lekku sensuality only an hour ago, and had needed to be put to bed. No surprise in that; she had spent her formative years with a master who was neither female nor Twi'lek.
"Yes, mistress." Lana smiled in fond remembrance; enlightening her age-mate had been very pleasurable.
"Well, since you did not stay with her, you may come here, and we will do as we usually do before sleeping. Tomorrow we shall be flying among the stars again, away from this benighted desert world, with our friends."
Lana's eyes lit up at this, and she let her tongue travel over her full orange lips in anticipation. Unconsciously she straightened her back, so that her full bosom strained at the minimal halter she wore for sleep. "Yes, mistress!"
Lenara's brilliant orange body was already nude; she had not put any garments on after her bath. Now she swung her legs over the side of the bed and rose to sit upon its edge. Her student, clad only in her halter, knelt quietly at the far side of the room, waiting to be summoned. She kept quite still, with the exception of her accelerated breathing, and the occasional impatient twitch of her lekku.
Her mistress' nipples were large and sensitive. After a preliminary cupping of each with her slender, green-enameled fingertips, Lenara glanced slyly over to the younger woman, to see the effect upon her audience. Then, from a small selection in the case by her bedside, she chose large elliptical rings, as thick as a stylus, with which to fill their horizontal piercings. When they were inserted, they flipped freely around the tips, as the piercing went through the broad aureoles of deeper orange. She flipped them a few times for show as well as sensation, causing Lana to inhale rather sharply. "Patience," she murmured, her lush orange lips curving slightly, even more like flower petals than before.
She took out a slender chain with clasps on either end, and attached one end to one of the rings, with the rapt turquoise eyes upon her. Pulling the chain taut so that the breast was lifted, she slung the chain round her neck before attaching it to the other ring. Now both her lovely breasts were suspended from above by their piercings, with the nipples thrusting forward, ready for stimulus.
Like the sovreign that she truly was, Lady Lenara rested her eyes upon her student, and her hands upon her parted legs. "Now," she said. It was the turn of her own lekku to snake restlessly about her shoulders in anticipation, as slowly, hands clasped behind her, Lana shuffled ever closer upon her knees. The girl's peachy thighs rubbed deliberately against one another, as she too, sought to maximize the pleasurable sensations of their customary practice.
When she was near enough, Lana used her bosom to part her mistress' legs still further. Her face approached the flower-like labia, and she inhaled the spicy scent of that place, breathing warmly upon it, in order to increase Lenara's likelihood of granting her permission-- until finally, at the behest of the lekku twining beseechingly about her teacher's wrists, it was granted. "Yessss--" Instantly her tongue snaked out to massage the joining of the petals, to encourage the nectar to flow, but she was never allowed to remain here. The expected command arrived all too soon. "Up."
It was at this juncture that Lana was allowed to express her creativity somewhat, as her mouth made its way up the smooth orange skin of belly and abdomen, toward her assigned task, which was to thoroughly lick the underside of each breast, upon the full and pendulous curve. Her mistress was quite strict about the necessity for this, saying that it kept the shape of her breasts pleasing. And their bodies were their fortunes, certainly, in the pleasure industry. Lana was also allowed to use her fangs to texturize the fruity volumes upon display, and had learned how hard she could nip without causing interruption of her mistress' pleasure. This night, she surprised Lenara by going straight to the waiting lushness without blazing a trail upward. Her teacher jumped, and gasped, and put her arms round Lana.
As Lenara writhed, and her lekku writhed as well, at the cool moisture left behind by Lana's clever tongue, she raised and lowered each breast upon its tether. A sugary aroma was meeting Lana's nose now, whetting her appetite for what was to come. And messages of pleasure were shooting from each stimulated bosom, to Lenara's very center.
The next stage of breast veneration, upon which the mistress insisted, was the nipple flicking. Lana could not simply suck greedily, however much she might want to do so. First she must use fingers and tongue to bat at the nipple, causing it to tense completely into a serviceable nub, and causing her willing teacher even more intense joy. Often at this treatment a milky colostrum would begin to leak from the pores of the overexcited tip. A bolt of lightning seemed to shoot to Lana's belly as her teacher began to flick at her clothed nipples through her halter, the signal that she should do the same. She loved to watch at close range the swift reaction of her Lenara's nipples, and hear her beginning to moan. Her tongue was beginning to tingle for its first taste.
Finally, at last, Lenara's lekku sought out hers and snaked fully around them, and Lana had permission to suckle. She could knead and squeeze as much as she liked as she pulled rhythmically upon first one breast, then the other, meanwhile letting Lenara rub her groin directly upon one of her peachy thighs, as she straddled one of her teacher's legs in turn.
By this time Lenara was moaning in earnest. The thrashing of her bright orange lekku telegraphed her excitement directly into Lana's. The breast she wasn't sucking at was freely leaking its sticky wetness onto Lana's hand. Her thigh was moist as well, from Lenara's excited rubbing. As their lekku twisted together like ocean gastropods, Lana's entire being became suffused with bliss, like the twin suns' rising colored the sky. The sweet taste in her mouth was beginning to make her swallow convulsively, as her hips rocked against Lenara's lap. Her belly was leaping, and Lenara called out and arched back in pulses of ecstasy, that Lana knew would continue for as long as her mouth remained upon her. Her own release was like continual shivers, running from throat to belly to toes, as she continued to drink.
Gently she slowed down the tempo of her kneading and sucking, as the crescendo of their pleasure ebbed slowly away. She let herself drift into sleep upon the familiar pillow of her mistress' body, as the tiny click of Lenara undoing the clasps signaled the end of their familiar routine. Lenara gazed fondly down upon her, their lekku still touching, as they both sprawled in satiation upon the cushions. The younger one licked her lips one last, endearing time, before slumber took her fully. Her mistress pulled the light cover over them both, relaxed at last.
Custom and routine could be so comforting.
TBC
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