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Jaxxon took a moment to look down at the view. Lenara was spread out over him like a mansion, and he was the green lawn.
Below the pavilion of her, there were two bright orange lekku wrapped around him down below, and a pair of moist lips just above, teasing at his tip. Very pleasant. And Lenara was tasty, the liquid of her dripping onto his tongue, as he held her up to drink her like a fine wine. Her thighs were tucked into his armpits, where they could tickle and be tickled. Her hands each massaged one of his balls, giving her a good dose of his pheromones in exchange.
This was all very nice, and he was not sad to be doing it. She had him sitting up and begging for this. But she didn't know about the Lepi place in him.
He thought himself a bit rude, dreaming of something else in the midst of pleasuring her. Incomparable and splendid among Twi'leks, and she had done so much for him. He let his tongue wander from place to place upon her, flicking back and forth on the nubbin where the lips parted, darting deep inside for more nectar. He put fingers in, spreading wide with the other hand, leisurely exploring the fount of her. When she came, it would be in a shuddering gush. But his face was wet with her juices already.
He slid a moist finger into the second opening, the one Lepi called the no-marriage place. Like all Twi'leks, hers was small. All he could ever do was stimulate the entrance, but she enjoyed that. And it seemed as though her flavor changed when he touched her there-- perhaps a similarity in the makeup of the two species, he mused, that they should have rudimentary glands like his.
And those lekku working on him...he knew that this was what Lenara craved the most. Every inch of her orange skin signaled it into his fingers. She wanted her sensitive lekku engaged in combat with his manhood, her erotic brains a match for the maleness as long as her forearm, that could often find no entry to another being. And one could call it a mind-fuck, truly. She felt that she was mastering him with her skills, getting him to come this way.
And he could almost imagine he was in a Lepi woman, like this. Her saliva dripped down him like wax on a candle, lubricating the sinuous snake-twinings encircling him, as she stretched her mouth as far as she could to take him in. Yes, he imagined her green not orange, and it could cause him to start rocking into her now. He took up the rhythm with his tongue, anticipating the satisfaction his release would trigger in her, the triumph that ushered out her climax.
He pulled her buttocks further apart, snuffled hot breaths across the periphery of the goblet of her, and shook out his seed into her mouth. And then the warm fragrant liquid of her burst out over him, into his own mouth, and he lapped eagerly. Her coming was a cry of joy, followed by mewing whimpers, as she continued to pump out more of her nectar with blissful spasms. Jaxxon soothed each paroxysm with an appreciative tongue. Her lekku continued to hold him as he became soft and flexible like them, shrinking back down to quiescence.
He loved lying beneath Lenara afterwards, her lekku and his manhood for her pillow, her legs the straps of the armor of her over his shoulders, his ears cozy against her calves. She wasn't heavy. And she got so warm when she slept. He knew it was the deepest rest she allowed herself, in this treacherous galaxy. Smugglers knew better than to relax without a guard.
It left him relaxed, too, but wanting more. Ever since that Kiffar Jedi spy had come into his life, he had been able to get it-- the mental touch of what his own species knew, during sex. All the making-do of the past decade paled into the background, when a fellow psychometric found that pleasure place. And he was not taking advantage, either. He actually was teaching Jaxxon how to control his access. What a gentlebeing.
It was no wonder that everything Quinlan Vos, alias Kim Kiffar, did, besides the Lepi thing, turned him on. He'd gotten silly about those who could access that part of him before. Look at him and that codger Mallik. Look at him and that slut Billina-- no let's not; she was just a typical shag'em all doe, far from home and hutch. Her Nar Shaddaa madam gig was just a little too coercive. He wouldn't do that for any doe, just because he could. Shake his money-maker, indeed. Where was the love in that? No place, that's where.
Compassion was what he felt with the Jedi spy, besides the hotness. Even Lenara, who was capable of affection for him, was ultimately doing him just because he was one of a very few that could please her. He didn't want to spoil it for her just because it wasn't mutual. No chance of that with Kim-Quin. They were both sufficiently exotic to one another that they knew it was nothing but a freaky accident that they turned each other on. So the guy was nice about it; he was decent as well as handsome, that was all....
"Bunny..." murmured his orange coverlet of Twi'lek, sleepily. Oh, right, she wasn't supposed to call him that, in front of the others. Because he was the Captain. Well, they were alone in the bunk, so he didn't really need to chastise her. Maybe just a little thigh-nibble. That earned him a chuckle.
He reached down and stroked a length of lekku. A tongue licked at that hand, and the hips on his chest fur shifted languorously. He brushed lightly along her spine with the velvety backs of his hands; beings liked that. "Mmmm," she commented, and found his length in among her lekku coils, to lick him back toward arousal. Maybe they weren't finished yet.
Her hands were smoothing the fur on his legs so appreciatively, he couldn't help but spread them wide for her. Oh, what she was doing between them felt so good. It was all good.
He loved these little games-- like calling her "Leni" instead of her title,and later getting his punishment. Like saying to Kim, "Hey partner, I forgot something; meet me in my quarters about it..." Or hearing, "Captain, aren't you forgetting something?" and getting towed into the supply closet to have his coveralls zipped open and have those gauntleted hands reaching for his ass, coming away pheromone-coated, to be wiped lingeringly over the Kiffar's brick brown chest, and the dilated nostrils, the hot dark eyes over the yellow tattoo boring into his, finding that place, making him spurt out so that the Kiffar could lick it up, and then all over again...he shivered in remembrance.
Thinking about this now wasn't cheating, was it? No, but it made it worse, somehow; for all that his body responded, his mind was left wanting.
He licked at the curvy orange buttocks before him, gently but absently. One more climax for her should make her truly sleep. And his dick certainly was obedient to her discipline. Thank the hundred small gods for her-- for them all.
After the Jedi got whatever they were after on Ryloth, maybe Quin and his Aayla would consider coming to Coachelle with him and the girls. And somewhere, they would meet the doe of his dreams. Meanwhile, it was all good.
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Jaxxon took a moment to look down at the view. Lenara was spread out over him like a mansion, and he was the green lawn.
Below the pavilion of her, there were two bright orange lekku wrapped around him down below, and a pair of moist lips just above, teasing at his tip. Very pleasant. And Lenara was tasty, the liquid of her dripping onto his tongue, as he held her up to drink her like a fine wine. Her thighs were tucked into his armpits, where they could tickle and be tickled. Her hands each massaged one of his balls, giving her a good dose of his pheromones in exchange.
This was all very nice, and he was not sad to be doing it. She had him sitting up and begging for this. But she didn't know about the Lepi place in him.
He thought himself a bit rude, dreaming of something else in the midst of pleasuring her. Incomparable and splendid among Twi'leks, and she had done so much for him. He let his tongue wander from place to place upon her, flicking back and forth on the nubbin where the lips parted, darting deep inside for more nectar. He put fingers in, spreading wide with the other hand, leisurely exploring the fount of her. When she came, it would be in a shuddering gush. But his face was wet with her juices already.
He slid a moist finger into the second opening, the one Lepi called the no-marriage place. Like all Twi'leks, hers was small. All he could ever do was stimulate the entrance, but she enjoyed that. And it seemed as though her flavor changed when he touched her there-- perhaps a similarity in the makeup of the two species, he mused, that they should have rudimentary glands like his.
And those lekku working on him...he knew that this was what Lenara craved the most. Every inch of her orange skin signaled it into his fingers. She wanted her sensitive lekku engaged in combat with his manhood, her erotic brains a match for the maleness as long as her forearm, that could often find no entry to another being. And one could call it a mind-fuck, truly. She felt that she was mastering him with her skills, getting him to come this way.
And he could almost imagine he was in a Lepi woman, like this. Her saliva dripped down him like wax on a candle, lubricating the sinuous snake-twinings encircling him, as she stretched her mouth as far as she could to take him in. Yes, he imagined her green not orange, and it could cause him to start rocking into her now. He took up the rhythm with his tongue, anticipating the satisfaction his release would trigger in her, the triumph that ushered out her climax.
He pulled her buttocks further apart, snuffled hot breaths across the periphery of the goblet of her, and shook out his seed into her mouth. And then the warm fragrant liquid of her burst out over him, into his own mouth, and he lapped eagerly. Her coming was a cry of joy, followed by mewing whimpers, as she continued to pump out more of her nectar with blissful spasms. Jaxxon soothed each paroxysm with an appreciative tongue. Her lekku continued to hold him as he became soft and flexible like them, shrinking back down to quiescence.
He loved lying beneath Lenara afterwards, her lekku and his manhood for her pillow, her legs the straps of the armor of her over his shoulders, his ears cozy against her calves. She wasn't heavy. And she got so warm when she slept. He knew it was the deepest rest she allowed herself, in this treacherous galaxy. Smugglers knew better than to relax without a guard.
It left him relaxed, too, but wanting more. Ever since that Kiffar Jedi spy had come into his life, he had been able to get it-- the mental touch of what his own species knew, during sex. All the making-do of the past decade paled into the background, when a fellow psychometric found that pleasure place. And he was not taking advantage, either. He actually was teaching Jaxxon how to control his access. What a gentlebeing.
It was no wonder that everything Quinlan Vos, alias Kim Kiffar, did, besides the Lepi thing, turned him on. He'd gotten silly about those who could access that part of him before. Look at him and that codger Mallik. Look at him and that slut Billina-- no let's not; she was just a typical shag'em all doe, far from home and hutch. Her Nar Shaddaa madam gig was just a little too coercive. He wouldn't do that for any doe, just because he could. Shake his money-maker, indeed. Where was the love in that? No place, that's where.
Compassion was what he felt with the Jedi spy, besides the hotness. Even Lenara, who was capable of affection for him, was ultimately doing him just because he was one of a very few that could please her. He didn't want to spoil it for her just because it wasn't mutual. No chance of that with Kim-Quin. They were both sufficiently exotic to one another that they knew it was nothing but a freaky accident that they turned each other on. So the guy was nice about it; he was decent as well as handsome, that was all....
"Bunny..." murmured his orange coverlet of Twi'lek, sleepily. Oh, right, she wasn't supposed to call him that, in front of the others. Because he was the Captain. Well, they were alone in the bunk, so he didn't really need to chastise her. Maybe just a little thigh-nibble. That earned him a chuckle.
He reached down and stroked a length of lekku. A tongue licked at that hand, and the hips on his chest fur shifted languorously. He brushed lightly along her spine with the velvety backs of his hands; beings liked that. "Mmmm," she commented, and found his length in among her lekku coils, to lick him back toward arousal. Maybe they weren't finished yet.
Her hands were smoothing the fur on his legs so appreciatively, he couldn't help but spread them wide for her. Oh, what she was doing between them felt so good. It was all good.
He loved these little games-- like calling her "Leni" instead of her title,and later getting his punishment. Like saying to Kim, "Hey partner, I forgot something; meet me in my quarters about it..." Or hearing, "Captain, aren't you forgetting something?" and getting towed into the supply closet to have his coveralls zipped open and have those gauntleted hands reaching for his ass, coming away pheromone-coated, to be wiped lingeringly over the Kiffar's brick brown chest, and the dilated nostrils, the hot dark eyes over the yellow tattoo boring into his, finding that place, making him spurt out so that the Kiffar could lick it up, and then all over again...he shivered in remembrance.
Thinking about this now wasn't cheating, was it? No, but it made it worse, somehow; for all that his body responded, his mind was left wanting.
He licked at the curvy orange buttocks before him, gently but absently. One more climax for her should make her truly sleep. And his dick certainly was obedient to her discipline. Thank the hundred small gods for her-- for them all.
After the Jedi got whatever they were after on Ryloth, maybe Quin and his Aayla would consider coming to Coachelle with him and the girls. And somewhere, they would meet the doe of his dreams. Meanwhile, it was all good.
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