Title: Jaxxon's Twi'leks 7-- Free Woman
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: R
Category: slash implied, het
Warning: interspecies slash and het, violence and incest implied
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos
Author's note: Jaxxon can't control himself, but things work out for the best
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
As Jaxxon walked through the maze of tables, looking for a suitable place to await Quin and Aayla, the Nikto who had been talking to the two Twi'lek girls began to curse loudly in his native tongue. The girls flinched, and began to whisper to one another. Then the caf-brown one left with the Nikto. The other, who was a pleasant shade of violet, sank down to a table with a dejected sigh, as if her heart would break.
Sensing a chance for recruitment, Jaxxon went over to her. Sure enough, tears were coming down, streaking that pretty violet face. "Can I help, sweetheart?"
"Probably not," she answered with a wry grin and a sniff. Then she saw who had spoken, and her eyes got wide. "Hey, you're Jaxxon, aren't you? Lenara's friend?"
"That's me." So he sat down. His reputation had preceded him, which was all to the good.
"It's like this, Jaxxon. That Nikto wanted us both, but he wanted to pay us in spice. I wouldn't do it, but my sister would. She'll use it all herself, in a day. There you have it." And she dabbed at her face with a tissue, trying to preserve her eye-paint. "We are never going to get free at this rate."
"Your sister would be-- Lila?"
"That's right. And I'm Rena. Pleased to meet you." She gave him a grin, needle-sharp between dimpled lips. Quite charming.
Her lekku weren't one of her prominent features. Those lay below the neck, where the Twi'lek physiology had fitted her with ample subcutaneous fat, attractively arranged. In fact, if he weren't trying to stick to business, Jaxxon wouldn't mind a bit of violet crumpet--
"I'm sure you could do better on your own, Rena," he soothed. Hutch, his gauntlets and cloak were back at Bib's table. He'd have to watch himself, not let his hands do what they'd like... Green and purple, not a good color combo, concentrate on that...restraining self...
Another wry grin from Rena. "I'm sure I could, too. But I promised our mother before she died, that I would look out for Lila til she was grown. That won't be for much longer, and we're almost away from Bib, too, what with these lunch hours--"
"Does Bib take you back to Jabba's with the supplies, then?"
"That's right. I just hope I can find Lila before then. Sometimes she forgets." And the grin faded.
Jaxxon felt a spike of rage at the absent Lila. He didn't know how to proceed now--with the two of them. He ached for lovely Rena to say yes, that they would come away from here-- yeah, super-Lepi to the rescue, get real, man...
"Look, I'll see you when Bib's ready to leave, okay? I'm helping him with the load." She gave him a listless nod, then studiously leaned back, trying to mask her tempoary depression as an alluring inscrutability. Well, she had the color for it. He wished her good fishing.
He went and retrieved his gauntlets, and ordered an ale at the bar. Not long after, his Kiffar partner arrived, with his own Twi'lek beauty.
You could tell that Aayla had never been owned. She held her lithe blue body as straight as a young tree, and carried her lekku as if they were two pets, riding on her shoulders. Her garments were comfortable yet athletic, as of one who was familiar with the movement arts. But she did not sway like a dancer. Her poise was of someone familiar with weapons, including her own body. Deadliness, coupled with the innocence of youth, was a magnetic combination. Jaxxon couldn't take his eyes off her.
Then her companion loomed over him, literally interposing his beetle-browed, tattooed face between him and Aayla. He thanked the hundred small gods that he was on the right side of this guardian.
"Ah, hail, partner. The ale is decent, if short-measured. This must be your Aayla."
"I am my own Aayla, sir. You must be Jaxxon."
He grinned his toothiest grin, and swiveled his ears back to what he considered a svelte angle. "I am. Hello."
His reward was a lovely smile from those naturally purple lips. Her eyes were violet pools in the blue of her--- ooh boy, do not go swimming here, man, there's business to tend to---
"Jaxxon, quit being a Lepi for a minute and give us an update." Quin's--Kim's-- expression was one of amused tolerance. And it was awfully easy to get lost in the memory of what he'd rubbed that stubbly chin in, when they had been alone. Whoah, Jaxxon-- he took a deep breath. "Right," he remarked urbanely.
"You see the dirty white lekku guy at the table back there? That's my almost-ex-boss, Bib Fortuna. He's committed fifty crates of spice that Jabba doesn't know about, plus safe passage to the Secura Clan, for transport of his heir-carrying concubine back to Ryloth." He thought he saw a flicker of something, in both their faces, at the mention of Clan Secura, but he let it pass.
"And so far on the independent contractors, I have Meena and Lenara. Personally I'm most happy about Lenara-- she's a true artiste." He stopped to lick his muzzle, in pleasant reminiscence. But his tongue hit a sore place-- a more recent souvenir, of Kiffar teeth. That snapped him back to the present moment. Right, his private instruction in mental shielding, from the master himself... sometimes he just loved his life.
The master in question was clearing his throat, waiting for him to continue.
"Yes, keeping on topic, folks. I did not tell Bib I had a partner. If you want to talk glitteryll to him, you do it on your own. Clan Secura has connections that Bib doesn't know about, but they worry him. He thinks we might be killed if we approach them wrong."
The two Jedi were silent for a few moments. Jaxxon strongly suspected they were talking to each other, mind to mind. He'd heard Jedi could do that. Meanwhile, he was swiftly assessing his own horniness levels. Damn if they weren't getting a bit dangerous! Taking care of Bib and not himself must have left residuals. He could feel himself straining against the inside of his flight suit, enough to make it difficult to maintain his casual slouch against the bar. If it got any worse, even Jaba, standing there polishing a glass, was going to look good.
Why did Jedi have to be so attractive? Oh, Quin was saying something...
"Aayla will stay here; pretend to be recruiting her." With one last silent exchange with his apprentice, the Kiffar turned his dark, matted head toward Bib's table, then let his feet follow his burning stare. Bib looked up from some sort of scribbling he was doing at his approach. Jaxxon pulled his eyes away from that sexy, predatory stride with some effort. The nearer object of lust, young Aayla, was looking at him speculatively. Hutch, he'd promised to keep his hands off her--
Just then, an orange arm slid deliciously up his, to play with the toggle of his coveralls. Jaxxon nearly jumped out of them, in a good way. "Lenara," he sighed. A moment later she was smiling directly up at him, pleased at the effect she'd had, nose rings glittering as brightly as her little fangs. He was glad of her buffering body between him and Aayla, the forbidden fruit. It also masked the huge lump he was now sporting at groin level.
"Who is this?" she inquired matter-of-factly, indicating Aayla.
Jaxxon swallowed hard, trying to keep his brain functioning. "Aayla, this is Lenara. Lenara, Aayla--she's with my partner, you know the one I wanted you to meet? She's his apprentice. You'll both be with us on the Rabbit's Foot."
His big eyes began to dart around the place, looking for a solution to his personal dilemma. Leni couldn't help him just now; she needed to meet with Aayla and Kim. There-- the small violet lekku, the plump, curvaceous, ooh man--
"Excuse me ladies, could you introduce yourselves further? There's something I need to do..." And he straightened to his full height, which effectively dislodged Leni's overly familiar hands and let him stride toward the girl at the table, as calmly as he could manage.
Her head swiveled around to him. "Can I help you?"
"I certainly hope so, Rena. Come on." Without further ceremony he wrapped a huge gauntleted hand around her arm and pulled her after him to the pantry Bib had shown him earlier. She barely kept from stumbling.
"Hold on, we haven't discussed this at all yet," she protested, as he pulled a crate against the door to keep it shut.
"Oh, I'll pay; I'll pay you all the rest of what you owe Bib, right now. Just help me out, okay?" Jaxxon was flinging off his gloves, pulling down his coveralls and letting them puddle around his boots. Rena's blue eyes goggled at the size of him. None of her barriers were going to fit.
But Jaxxon had his own, a piece of plast the size of her arm. "Okay," she said, and reached a tiny violet hand toward him. He waved her off.
"No, don't touch me right now. I couldn't take it. Just, -just let me touch you--" and the young Lepi fell to his knees before her. Oh my. It wasn't very far down, really. The huge, green hands reached for her slowly, ghosted along her lekku, making them writhe and prickle. He gently stroked her cheek. She gasped. Nobody had ever done that but her mother. Her eyes stayed wide; she stood entranced.
"You beautiful, beautiful woman." The velvety green face was lowering to hers, whiskers twitching. He was totally sincere. Rena's chest began to heave, her bosom straining at her halter, in spite of herself. She didn't usually kiss her clients--- but that was not what he was after.
His long smooth tongue snaked out and-- tasted her neck. Ooh-- he was shivering, and she joined him.
It had been quite a while since pleasure had been mutual. Now he was continuing to lick, down between her harnessed breasts, and she had a sudden craving to set them free, as they hungered for consumption by that soft green mouth. But she was forbidden to touch him, so she clasped her hands to them instead. As a nipple came free, the tongue teased it, and it seemed to please him as much as her.
His hands were busy under the tiny, flaring skirt she wore, stroking so gently at her thighs they nearly parted by themselves. She had no undergarment to hamper his exploring. All at once he lifted the skirt completely, and tipped her backward in his arms to taste her. Oh, that felt wonderful! the way that tongue curled around her sensitive places, went all the way in-- and she was not needing any extra lubrication at all, when he put some big fingers in, too.
He raised his dripping muzzle to regard her happily. "Yes, it looks as if I'll fit, " he said. "Sometimes I don't." And suddenly she was lifted completely into the air by her hips, as he placed her onto himself.
Instinctively she raised her knees, to better accommodate him. The initial discomfort soon faded, as he held as still as he could, looping her legs over his forearms in the first few moments, beginning to shiver again, his eyes going unfocused...
Before she knew it, she was shivering too, the effort to remain still threatening to rip screams out of her. It felt as if she were sliding ever deeper apart along the length of him, and she longed to feel his silky chest so much---
"Oh, please, please let me touch you!" she moaned.
He looked down at her face then. He was crying! Big tears were falling on her. He nodded. And she let her hands fly away from her own breast and onto his, tangling up in the curly bits as she inventoried his long chest, finding all the nipples, kissing at the softness, as he began to move within her. And she began to move, too, her legs thrashing and kicking, as her own pleasure took her. Oh, no wonder the others spoke so highly of Jaxxon. Oh. Oh.
She was stroking and nibbling contentedly at his chest as he grasped her hard around the hips once more and yelled out as well. The soft fur of his ears fell down around her lekku; his face was like velvet against the top of her head. Oh, Jaxxon. She would be willing to pay him for this herself... even the tears dripping down her neck were nice.
He rested like this for some time, letting her continue to stroke and pet at him, muscles keeping him within her as he softened. He was so large, it wasn't much effort at all. Even when her feet came back to the floor again, the high sandals still on by some miracle, it took some time for him to slide away. But at last he did, and the difference, as if she had changed color and temperature, was startling.
He raised his head then, and scrubbed with the back of one hand at his wet cheeks. "Come with me, Rena. I'm heading back to my home system with a bunch of ladies, to let my fellow Lepi learn the joys of Twi'lek love. You deserve so much better than you've had."
She took a deep breath, smoothed down her skirt nervously. It certainly was tempting. "I have to-"
"Convince Lila? Hell, yes, take Lila too. I wanted you to leave her, but there's no time for all that splitting. Maybe we can screw some sense into her, but-- do you know why I was crying, Rena?"
"No, not really."
"I was crying for you!" He held her to him, sat her on his lap there on the pantry floor, just holding her. Despite how close they'd just been, this lovey stuff was a little weird. She looked up at him, trying to relax, full of questions. He hadn't even bothered to pull his flight suit back up, and the soft smell of him began to tickle her nose.
"And Lila?" she said.
"And Lila. I learned it all when we touched. That is how Lepis are, honey. Your whole life story in one beautiful fuck. And I want you to know what it is to be free, to choose what you do, who you love. No more Hutt-slime to try to forget about. No more beatings."
Her hands flew to her face when he brought up those things. He really had read her mind. Oh, my. But it was a relief, too, to have someone else know besides Lila-- Lila wasn't good at facing things--
She sighed, and looked deep into his big eyes. "We were born into pleasure slavery, Jaxxon. I never knew who my father was, never cared. But for Lila it was different. There was a man, a big coarse brutal brown man, too much like her not to be kin. Clanless like ourselves. And he always took Lila, even before she was truly old enough..." She let herself show rage, for a change. Her puffy, dimpled mouth lifted into a snarl. "And he never paid. Never. My mother did nothing! except die." The snarl wilted into a sigh.
"I think she believed that no relief could come from any male. Many Twi'leki feel that way, Jaxxon. All help is from our sisters only, such as it is. She thought I, a little girl, could do more more for Lila because I was not dying, and I had no ears. I mean, I was not male. By my judgment, you are more male than any Twi'lek."
She smiled at her ear-joke. Jaxxon did too, a little, but mainly let her continue at her own pace. Her hand was still toying with his chest fur, after all. She wasn't holding maleness against him.
"It is very sweet of you to cry over us. I wonder if anything will ever fix my Lila, inside her. She wishes she had never been born. I try to give her my love, to warm the pieces of her enough to melt them together, but I am like a second, useless mother, and sometimes she won't listen. When she is seventeen she will be an adult, by our reckoning. That day is soon. And I am afraid sometimes, when that day comes, she will leave me, and leave life, too. Nobody she respects can forbid her, then. So selfish, really."
"Did she miss your mother? As you miss her?" One green fingertip was lifting her chin. She blinked away her tears.
"I don't think so. I don't think she even noticed; she was weaned by then. It was me she came to, when that man was rough with her. When they took Mother away, and we were remaindered, she didn't cry. She just held onto me, and those who bought me got her, too, like it or not.
"And when that man found where we had gone, it was months before she told me that he was still using her. It seemed not to matter to her at all, just be the way it was. It was me who convinced our former master to let us go to Bib. He never desired her anyway, didn't like brown." Another snarl from Rena, this time without the hiss.
"A lot of beings don't like green, either," said Jaxxon. "No accounting for tastes. Myself, I have been told that I have no color sense. But hey, Lila is not you, and you are not Lila. Think about yourself a minute.
"No matter what, Rena, here are credits enough to get you away from Bib. Do whatever you want. Be like Meena, you know her? Try a different job, one you might like." He was scrambling into the arms of his flight suit now, to get at the pockets, which tossed her against his bent knees. She smiled and relaxed there, on the throne of him.
"I'd rather go with you."
"Yeah, so do all the gals," he chuckled, handing her the chip. "We'll talk to Lila. If she has any toughness at all, she'll let you do what you like, in exchange for the same from you."
He stood, and so did she, fumbling in her pouch for the credit scanner. Once she fed it the chip, and it beeped, she knew this was really happening. Her whole violet face seemed to glow with her new smile, even through the melting streaks of eye-paint.
"Congratulations, free woman. Lemme buy you a drink and introduce you to the rest of the crew."
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author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: R
Category: slash implied, het
Warning: interspecies slash and het, violence and incest implied
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos
Author's note: Jaxxon can't control himself, but things work out for the best
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
As Jaxxon walked through the maze of tables, looking for a suitable place to await Quin and Aayla, the Nikto who had been talking to the two Twi'lek girls began to curse loudly in his native tongue. The girls flinched, and began to whisper to one another. Then the caf-brown one left with the Nikto. The other, who was a pleasant shade of violet, sank down to a table with a dejected sigh, as if her heart would break.
Sensing a chance for recruitment, Jaxxon went over to her. Sure enough, tears were coming down, streaking that pretty violet face. "Can I help, sweetheart?"
"Probably not," she answered with a wry grin and a sniff. Then she saw who had spoken, and her eyes got wide. "Hey, you're Jaxxon, aren't you? Lenara's friend?"
"That's me." So he sat down. His reputation had preceded him, which was all to the good.
"It's like this, Jaxxon. That Nikto wanted us both, but he wanted to pay us in spice. I wouldn't do it, but my sister would. She'll use it all herself, in a day. There you have it." And she dabbed at her face with a tissue, trying to preserve her eye-paint. "We are never going to get free at this rate."
"Your sister would be-- Lila?"
"That's right. And I'm Rena. Pleased to meet you." She gave him a grin, needle-sharp between dimpled lips. Quite charming.
Her lekku weren't one of her prominent features. Those lay below the neck, where the Twi'lek physiology had fitted her with ample subcutaneous fat, attractively arranged. In fact, if he weren't trying to stick to business, Jaxxon wouldn't mind a bit of violet crumpet--
"I'm sure you could do better on your own, Rena," he soothed. Hutch, his gauntlets and cloak were back at Bib's table. He'd have to watch himself, not let his hands do what they'd like... Green and purple, not a good color combo, concentrate on that...restraining self...
Another wry grin from Rena. "I'm sure I could, too. But I promised our mother before she died, that I would look out for Lila til she was grown. That won't be for much longer, and we're almost away from Bib, too, what with these lunch hours--"
"Does Bib take you back to Jabba's with the supplies, then?"
"That's right. I just hope I can find Lila before then. Sometimes she forgets." And the grin faded.
Jaxxon felt a spike of rage at the absent Lila. He didn't know how to proceed now--with the two of them. He ached for lovely Rena to say yes, that they would come away from here-- yeah, super-Lepi to the rescue, get real, man...
"Look, I'll see you when Bib's ready to leave, okay? I'm helping him with the load." She gave him a listless nod, then studiously leaned back, trying to mask her tempoary depression as an alluring inscrutability. Well, she had the color for it. He wished her good fishing.
He went and retrieved his gauntlets, and ordered an ale at the bar. Not long after, his Kiffar partner arrived, with his own Twi'lek beauty.
You could tell that Aayla had never been owned. She held her lithe blue body as straight as a young tree, and carried her lekku as if they were two pets, riding on her shoulders. Her garments were comfortable yet athletic, as of one who was familiar with the movement arts. But she did not sway like a dancer. Her poise was of someone familiar with weapons, including her own body. Deadliness, coupled with the innocence of youth, was a magnetic combination. Jaxxon couldn't take his eyes off her.
Then her companion loomed over him, literally interposing his beetle-browed, tattooed face between him and Aayla. He thanked the hundred small gods that he was on the right side of this guardian.
"Ah, hail, partner. The ale is decent, if short-measured. This must be your Aayla."
"I am my own Aayla, sir. You must be Jaxxon."
He grinned his toothiest grin, and swiveled his ears back to what he considered a svelte angle. "I am. Hello."
His reward was a lovely smile from those naturally purple lips. Her eyes were violet pools in the blue of her--- ooh boy, do not go swimming here, man, there's business to tend to---
"Jaxxon, quit being a Lepi for a minute and give us an update." Quin's--Kim's-- expression was one of amused tolerance. And it was awfully easy to get lost in the memory of what he'd rubbed that stubbly chin in, when they had been alone. Whoah, Jaxxon-- he took a deep breath. "Right," he remarked urbanely.
"You see the dirty white lekku guy at the table back there? That's my almost-ex-boss, Bib Fortuna. He's committed fifty crates of spice that Jabba doesn't know about, plus safe passage to the Secura Clan, for transport of his heir-carrying concubine back to Ryloth." He thought he saw a flicker of something, in both their faces, at the mention of Clan Secura, but he let it pass.
"And so far on the independent contractors, I have Meena and Lenara. Personally I'm most happy about Lenara-- she's a true artiste." He stopped to lick his muzzle, in pleasant reminiscence. But his tongue hit a sore place-- a more recent souvenir, of Kiffar teeth. That snapped him back to the present moment. Right, his private instruction in mental shielding, from the master himself... sometimes he just loved his life.
The master in question was clearing his throat, waiting for him to continue.
"Yes, keeping on topic, folks. I did not tell Bib I had a partner. If you want to talk glitteryll to him, you do it on your own. Clan Secura has connections that Bib doesn't know about, but they worry him. He thinks we might be killed if we approach them wrong."
The two Jedi were silent for a few moments. Jaxxon strongly suspected they were talking to each other, mind to mind. He'd heard Jedi could do that. Meanwhile, he was swiftly assessing his own horniness levels. Damn if they weren't getting a bit dangerous! Taking care of Bib and not himself must have left residuals. He could feel himself straining against the inside of his flight suit, enough to make it difficult to maintain his casual slouch against the bar. If it got any worse, even Jaba, standing there polishing a glass, was going to look good.
Why did Jedi have to be so attractive? Oh, Quin was saying something...
"Aayla will stay here; pretend to be recruiting her." With one last silent exchange with his apprentice, the Kiffar turned his dark, matted head toward Bib's table, then let his feet follow his burning stare. Bib looked up from some sort of scribbling he was doing at his approach. Jaxxon pulled his eyes away from that sexy, predatory stride with some effort. The nearer object of lust, young Aayla, was looking at him speculatively. Hutch, he'd promised to keep his hands off her--
Just then, an orange arm slid deliciously up his, to play with the toggle of his coveralls. Jaxxon nearly jumped out of them, in a good way. "Lenara," he sighed. A moment later she was smiling directly up at him, pleased at the effect she'd had, nose rings glittering as brightly as her little fangs. He was glad of her buffering body between him and Aayla, the forbidden fruit. It also masked the huge lump he was now sporting at groin level.
"Who is this?" she inquired matter-of-factly, indicating Aayla.
Jaxxon swallowed hard, trying to keep his brain functioning. "Aayla, this is Lenara. Lenara, Aayla--she's with my partner, you know the one I wanted you to meet? She's his apprentice. You'll both be with us on the Rabbit's Foot."
His big eyes began to dart around the place, looking for a solution to his personal dilemma. Leni couldn't help him just now; she needed to meet with Aayla and Kim. There-- the small violet lekku, the plump, curvaceous, ooh man--
"Excuse me ladies, could you introduce yourselves further? There's something I need to do..." And he straightened to his full height, which effectively dislodged Leni's overly familiar hands and let him stride toward the girl at the table, as calmly as he could manage.
Her head swiveled around to him. "Can I help you?"
"I certainly hope so, Rena. Come on." Without further ceremony he wrapped a huge gauntleted hand around her arm and pulled her after him to the pantry Bib had shown him earlier. She barely kept from stumbling.
"Hold on, we haven't discussed this at all yet," she protested, as he pulled a crate against the door to keep it shut.
"Oh, I'll pay; I'll pay you all the rest of what you owe Bib, right now. Just help me out, okay?" Jaxxon was flinging off his gloves, pulling down his coveralls and letting them puddle around his boots. Rena's blue eyes goggled at the size of him. None of her barriers were going to fit.
But Jaxxon had his own, a piece of plast the size of her arm. "Okay," she said, and reached a tiny violet hand toward him. He waved her off.
"No, don't touch me right now. I couldn't take it. Just, -just let me touch you--" and the young Lepi fell to his knees before her. Oh my. It wasn't very far down, really. The huge, green hands reached for her slowly, ghosted along her lekku, making them writhe and prickle. He gently stroked her cheek. She gasped. Nobody had ever done that but her mother. Her eyes stayed wide; she stood entranced.
"You beautiful, beautiful woman." The velvety green face was lowering to hers, whiskers twitching. He was totally sincere. Rena's chest began to heave, her bosom straining at her halter, in spite of herself. She didn't usually kiss her clients--- but that was not what he was after.
His long smooth tongue snaked out and-- tasted her neck. Ooh-- he was shivering, and she joined him.
It had been quite a while since pleasure had been mutual. Now he was continuing to lick, down between her harnessed breasts, and she had a sudden craving to set them free, as they hungered for consumption by that soft green mouth. But she was forbidden to touch him, so she clasped her hands to them instead. As a nipple came free, the tongue teased it, and it seemed to please him as much as her.
His hands were busy under the tiny, flaring skirt she wore, stroking so gently at her thighs they nearly parted by themselves. She had no undergarment to hamper his exploring. All at once he lifted the skirt completely, and tipped her backward in his arms to taste her. Oh, that felt wonderful! the way that tongue curled around her sensitive places, went all the way in-- and she was not needing any extra lubrication at all, when he put some big fingers in, too.
He raised his dripping muzzle to regard her happily. "Yes, it looks as if I'll fit, " he said. "Sometimes I don't." And suddenly she was lifted completely into the air by her hips, as he placed her onto himself.
Instinctively she raised her knees, to better accommodate him. The initial discomfort soon faded, as he held as still as he could, looping her legs over his forearms in the first few moments, beginning to shiver again, his eyes going unfocused...
Before she knew it, she was shivering too, the effort to remain still threatening to rip screams out of her. It felt as if she were sliding ever deeper apart along the length of him, and she longed to feel his silky chest so much---
"Oh, please, please let me touch you!" she moaned.
He looked down at her face then. He was crying! Big tears were falling on her. He nodded. And she let her hands fly away from her own breast and onto his, tangling up in the curly bits as she inventoried his long chest, finding all the nipples, kissing at the softness, as he began to move within her. And she began to move, too, her legs thrashing and kicking, as her own pleasure took her. Oh, no wonder the others spoke so highly of Jaxxon. Oh. Oh.
She was stroking and nibbling contentedly at his chest as he grasped her hard around the hips once more and yelled out as well. The soft fur of his ears fell down around her lekku; his face was like velvet against the top of her head. Oh, Jaxxon. She would be willing to pay him for this herself... even the tears dripping down her neck were nice.
He rested like this for some time, letting her continue to stroke and pet at him, muscles keeping him within her as he softened. He was so large, it wasn't much effort at all. Even when her feet came back to the floor again, the high sandals still on by some miracle, it took some time for him to slide away. But at last he did, and the difference, as if she had changed color and temperature, was startling.
He raised his head then, and scrubbed with the back of one hand at his wet cheeks. "Come with me, Rena. I'm heading back to my home system with a bunch of ladies, to let my fellow Lepi learn the joys of Twi'lek love. You deserve so much better than you've had."
She took a deep breath, smoothed down her skirt nervously. It certainly was tempting. "I have to-"
"Convince Lila? Hell, yes, take Lila too. I wanted you to leave her, but there's no time for all that splitting. Maybe we can screw some sense into her, but-- do you know why I was crying, Rena?"
"No, not really."
"I was crying for you!" He held her to him, sat her on his lap there on the pantry floor, just holding her. Despite how close they'd just been, this lovey stuff was a little weird. She looked up at him, trying to relax, full of questions. He hadn't even bothered to pull his flight suit back up, and the soft smell of him began to tickle her nose.
"And Lila?" she said.
"And Lila. I learned it all when we touched. That is how Lepis are, honey. Your whole life story in one beautiful fuck. And I want you to know what it is to be free, to choose what you do, who you love. No more Hutt-slime to try to forget about. No more beatings."
Her hands flew to her face when he brought up those things. He really had read her mind. Oh, my. But it was a relief, too, to have someone else know besides Lila-- Lila wasn't good at facing things--
She sighed, and looked deep into his big eyes. "We were born into pleasure slavery, Jaxxon. I never knew who my father was, never cared. But for Lila it was different. There was a man, a big coarse brutal brown man, too much like her not to be kin. Clanless like ourselves. And he always took Lila, even before she was truly old enough..." She let herself show rage, for a change. Her puffy, dimpled mouth lifted into a snarl. "And he never paid. Never. My mother did nothing! except die." The snarl wilted into a sigh.
"I think she believed that no relief could come from any male. Many Twi'leki feel that way, Jaxxon. All help is from our sisters only, such as it is. She thought I, a little girl, could do more more for Lila because I was not dying, and I had no ears. I mean, I was not male. By my judgment, you are more male than any Twi'lek."
She smiled at her ear-joke. Jaxxon did too, a little, but mainly let her continue at her own pace. Her hand was still toying with his chest fur, after all. She wasn't holding maleness against him.
"It is very sweet of you to cry over us. I wonder if anything will ever fix my Lila, inside her. She wishes she had never been born. I try to give her my love, to warm the pieces of her enough to melt them together, but I am like a second, useless mother, and sometimes she won't listen. When she is seventeen she will be an adult, by our reckoning. That day is soon. And I am afraid sometimes, when that day comes, she will leave me, and leave life, too. Nobody she respects can forbid her, then. So selfish, really."
"Did she miss your mother? As you miss her?" One green fingertip was lifting her chin. She blinked away her tears.
"I don't think so. I don't think she even noticed; she was weaned by then. It was me she came to, when that man was rough with her. When they took Mother away, and we were remaindered, she didn't cry. She just held onto me, and those who bought me got her, too, like it or not.
"And when that man found where we had gone, it was months before she told me that he was still using her. It seemed not to matter to her at all, just be the way it was. It was me who convinced our former master to let us go to Bib. He never desired her anyway, didn't like brown." Another snarl from Rena, this time without the hiss.
"A lot of beings don't like green, either," said Jaxxon. "No accounting for tastes. Myself, I have been told that I have no color sense. But hey, Lila is not you, and you are not Lila. Think about yourself a minute.
"No matter what, Rena, here are credits enough to get you away from Bib. Do whatever you want. Be like Meena, you know her? Try a different job, one you might like." He was scrambling into the arms of his flight suit now, to get at the pockets, which tossed her against his bent knees. She smiled and relaxed there, on the throne of him.
"I'd rather go with you."
"Yeah, so do all the gals," he chuckled, handing her the chip. "We'll talk to Lila. If she has any toughness at all, she'll let you do what you like, in exchange for the same from you."
He stood, and so did she, fumbling in her pouch for the credit scanner. Once she fed it the chip, and it beeped, she knew this was really happening. Her whole violet face seemed to glow with her new smile, even through the melting streaks of eye-paint.
"Congratulations, free woman. Lemme buy you a drink and introduce you to the rest of the crew."
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