Jaxxon's Twi'leks
by: helgaleena
setting: post TPM
pairings: Quin-Jaxxon, Quin-other, Jaxxon-other
warnings: slash, interspecies slash, interspecies het
rated: XX
disclaimer: Lucas owns everything (if he still wants it!), I am nothing
Lessons
Ready or not, here comes the green rabbit porn. Reminder: Lepi and Kiffar are both psychometric, touch-reading, species.
When I put this in the Commerce Guild log, it will be an executive conference-- the board of directors of the Coachelle Venture getting acquainted. In the dark.
In the dark, I'm not green. He knows I've developed a hangup about that, and I'll have to drop it when I'm back among my kind. But for now, it's dark. We see better with our hands, anyway.
Under the shield of the dark it is that much easier for me to give him a tour of my entire inventory, all the long velvety length of me, and I don't just mean my dick, though I do include it.
Dick: about twice as big as his, and ashy from neglect. This will change.
Eyes: large, lashed, moist. Ears: way more expressive than the little monkey ones he hides under that black mop, that can't even move. Nose: moist at the tip and furred above. Fur: head to toe. Hands and feet: very large, very tender, each with five claws. Lips: easily brought into a snarl around fangs, fangier than a Twi'lek's. Tongue: nice and long but not absurd, not really. Scent: I don't leak water from every pore, like this Kiffar. It comes out my glands, in my personal places, enough to keep fur smooth. Whiskers: on my face, and here and there; antennae of the skin of me. Arms and legs: same number as his.
He is accepting me. I am exploring him. He's not as hairless as he looks. And this Jedi's a lover, all right. He brought me off twice already just with his mind, because I wanted him to. I miss that, more even than the intelligent touch. Now I'm touching him, and letting him know I'm touching him, in a tidy multiplying feedback loop of what that big soft hand of mine is doing to his dick with each individual digit. It's dark, but in blazing color in our minds. He's very appreciative, wants to do something intimate to me with those hot red lips, that sharp stubble. I think I'll let him.
I am stroking him with the back of my other hand, as if I held a velvet cloth on him. Beings like that, if they don't have armor. I'm into pleasing beings, in general. And I can switch to claw scratches in an instant. It's fun. I wonder if Kiffars can purr.
Anyway, it's keeping him extra happy as he licks come off my big shaft and out of my fur. This is great. I don't taste weird to him. And it tickles so nice, having him realize that he did this to me, the mighty little Jedi. I think I'll see how big his hole is.
Whoah, his whole ass fits in one hand. One little touch of a claw, there, and he's wiggling all over. Very nice. I slaver all over my claw so it's wet, and try again. That's it, Quin. Let the big little boy find out about you. Ooh-- some others have been here--this is more than I needed to know.. He speaks.
"Jaxxon, this is where you need to shield---"
A lecture? Gaaah, how am I supposed to concentrate when he's using his ass to kiss my finger like that? "Shut out the past. Differentiate between it and the present moment---" gaah, another big squeeze for emphasis, yeah, yeah, present moment---
"Quin--" pant, pant, oh, I forgot to call him by his fake name again, "just shut up, okay?"
"I told you, it's lessons--" The only way to shut him up is to kiss him. Now I am really multi-tasking. Both hands on him, him straddling me, plus my mouth, which he has proceeded to clamp down upon like a goddam mynock. He's laughing in my mind, finding that Lepi place, and dammit, I'm coming again, all over us.
What does he do? Licks where he bit me; settles down on my finger like it's his goddam throne. Rubs me into my own fur. He'd better have a fresher.
I haven't been this wanton in so long. He's still not ready to stop, so neither am I . But damn! are my hands not enough for him?
"I'm going to turn the lights on, Jaxxon."
Gaah. I shut my eyes, then open them when the lights are on. Fair enough.
Quin is gaping at our handiwork. I am spread out like a green and grey rug, on which he is kneeling, my big hands clothing him front and rear, but also expertly jacking him off, I might add. That moisture is running off him, and into that inky mop of his, sticking it to his forehead, shining up the yellow strip markings on his flesh. He is incredulous. He looks at the blood he got out of my lower lip, puts a finger into it. He's dazed.
He's right where I want him. All I have to do is wiggle my finger.
Quin comes staight upwards, yelling, spurting at the ceiling, the arms and legs of him waving as if he's in the midst of a windstorm. The mop of hair is tossing, the dark eyes are rolling--man, he's beautiful. And then he falls on me-- the rug.
Only this rug can fold him close, and wring every drop of his sweat into my fur. I rub him up and down me like a big Kiffar towel. This is just so good; I feel myself getting hard again.
Quin notices, and opens his eyes. "Sith... you are hot, boy."
Lepi can't purr, but I try. "Quin, Quin, Quin,--" he growls when I use the name, but secrets don't work between us too well anymore, "--okay then, Kim --you are making me feel like a Lepi again, instead of a freak. That is precious, man."
We are touching over such a big square footage right now that he doesn't have to answer me. I am blowing his mind. Hell, he blew mine, too. This monkey Kiffar can do things to me I thought only another Lepi could. But he's no doe, and I'm definitely not one of his petite female humans. Neither one of us is really at home with this. It can't last. For a few moments we both indulge in yearning for what we are not.
Then the chief financial officer levers himself off the cultural liason to the Coachelle System, and says,
"Where are you going to sleep, Rug?"
"Rug?? Low blow, man." He picked up my self-denigrating characterization of myself, for crying out loud.
"Every time you slip and call me Quin, I am going to call you Rug." He is looking all wise-ass at me, and sitting up.
"Fair enough, I suppose... on my ship, of course. It has all the comforts." Being referred to as carpeting has me yearning for the vertical, too.
"I'm waiting here for Aayla. We don't have to impinge on your domain until we're done recruiting. What's our upper limit?"
"Fourteen, if I displace cargo area. That's how much of Rabbit's Foot I can keep pressurized at max."
"We won't need that many, will we? We're supposed to be fronting for the drug smuggling I'm trying to crack. Who can you get us who's nearly ready to leave Jabba's employ?"
I sigh. This is so not romantic, you Jedi prick. I guess it doesn't have to be. I suck it up.
"Bib Fortuna is Jabba's Twi'lek entertainment source. He's on his way up in the organization, but he's knocked up one of his females and wants her taken back to Ryloth, to his clan, such as it is. I think we can do some kind of exchange with him, and get both-- our independent contractors, and a load of ryll and maybe worse, to move to Coachelle. If we're careful, Jabba may not even notice."
I am trying very hard not to be bummed by this abrupt withdrawal into the business. Senior partner is giving junior partner another lesson, I guess.
"Hey." He reaches out with one finger, the same one finger that got us into this at the restaurant, and traces around my lip, very gently. I am getting sympathy from my partner; after all, we are hardly strangers now. But he doesn't want to be all soppy in front of this Aayla when she gets here.
He stops at the bite mark he left. Every whisker on my body stands straight up. Looking right at him, I give the finger a good licking, which he likes.
"Mmm," he says. He's hot. I'm hot. There you have it.
"I am not leaving till you let me use your fresher, man."
"It's in there, Lepi."
"Wise-ass." I head in there, because everything I want to do to him now requires me to be cleaner than I am. If he follows me, I'll just have to figure out where to put him.
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