Title: Jaxxon's Twi'leks 13-- Too Much
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: NC-17
Category: slash, het implied
Warning: interspecies slash.
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: Quin convinces the Captain to turn up the ship's atmospheric scrubbers
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
He was going to find the captain, and screw him to the wall. Vos was justifying it to himself as another mental training session. Really he just wanted another taste, of what he was constantly smelling.
It was those damned pheromones. They triggered a hunger in him that, no matter how much he showered, continued to cling long after any contact with the young Lepi. Of course it was his ship, so traces of him would be found all over its environment; he thought he'd prepared himself for that.
It didn't help that in space, away from planetary suns, his ridiculous green was fading. Or that six and a half feet of lean, silky Lepi, ears twitching in all directions, seemed to take up whatever part of the ship he was in. And of course, he was wearing way less. He had thin gloves of nerf leather, for when he didn't want to be sensing things with his hands, but now his huge feet were bare. Why should he shield from the decks of his own ship?--and Rabbit's Foot was definitely his.
Jaxxon had won it from the very guy who'd hired him to troubleshoot the drive and the AI interface. It was as if the ship had come to heel with its rightful owner Jaxxon, reaching out to claim him through the mediation of the unpredictable turns of the sabacc cards. And all his Twi'lek ladies seemed to do the same. Who would have thought that a green whiskery dude like him had such magnetism? It was almost like the Zeltrons. The difference was, the average Zeltron you could count on double-crossing you the minute your back was turned.
The Lepi was honest. The Lepi was funny looking. The Lepi was too damn sexy. And he was just as eager for it as Quin; didn't feel the compulsion, though, due to immunity to his own pheromones. It was some kind of fail-safe in the species.
And the self-exiled boy had grown into an unfulfilled young man, with very particular needs that were driving him toward his home. He'd come across Kim Kiffar, his alias. And they'd found that, unlikely as it seemed, the Kiffar had a key to that place in himself that he thought only another Lepi could access.
That put Quin in charge of the green boy's bliss. He tried not to abuse the responsibility, but here on Rabbit's Foot, it was getting to be too much.
Speaking of getting too much-- he needed to ask Jaxxon to put the air scrubbers on a higher setting, as well as the self-cleaner routines on the fresher. With ten on board, the fresher's previous occupant got to be too evident to his psychometry. It didn't usually bother him to know a previous being's particulars when using the fresher, but now half the time it was Jaxxon, or one of the girls who'd come to Jaxxon and smelled of him. And right now he'd just used the damn fresher after Oni, and she had--
Meena was coming along the corridor in the opposite direction. She was gradually adapting the more seductive wardrobe of her previous occupation, as one of Jabba's pleasure dancers. A blue lekku-netting adorned her brow, and was repeated by the netted sides of her tight tunic and shorts. She and Rena had been working to expand the impecunious young woman's wardrobe, with donations of material from the others. The blue hadn't suited Rena's violet hue as well as it did Meena's butter yellow.
She was carrying a pile of clothing to the laundry unit. Damn, if any of it was Jaxxon's he might molest the young Twi'lek before he could stop himself. Oh no; he thought he recognized the red one, one of Jaxxon's favorite garments. Why did the wave of scent have to affect him so much more than the others? He threw up full shielding, and Meena made it by safely, with only a vague curiosity about what might be annoying Master Kim.
It could have to do with the others aboard being all females. Jaxxon's pheromones meant comfort and security to them, in ways that they could not to a male. He surely spent enough time comforting them. Popular lad.
Right; he'd made it to the bridge. There was his partner in this venture, the captain of this vessel, in a bright yellow coverall that looked just as easy to get rid of as his others. One ungloved hand idly stroked the control panel, just monitoring operations instinctively, instead of bothering with the gauges. The big green feet were up on the co-pilot's chair, but he lowered them to the deck again at Quin's approach. The big green ears swiveled like receptor arrays toward him; the long green lashes blinked.
"What's the matter, partner? You look bothered."
"I am." And he sat himself down upon the Lepi, straddling his legs. "Very--" He didn't look the boy in the eye; he was too far gone at the moment to explain any more clearly. "--bothered..." His explanation was to grab him by the shoulders and to bite him on the muzzle, as close to his mouth as made no matter; he was seized with the need to consume.
Jaxxon reared back his head in surprise, leaving the velvety fur of his neck vulnerable,too. Quin felt the big green fingers twining into his hair, felt the jump of that huge shaft filling with blood beneath him, as he bit and sucked everywhere on that tender neck. It didn't mark the fur the way it did more depilated species such as his, but it gave him the flavor he was after. It drew gasps and rumbles from his prey. It made him hungrier.
Jaxxon's remarkable tongue was on his ear now, curling around it appreciatively. Then he was lifted away from that velvety neck by the hair, into a thorough kiss.
Force, that tongue was nearly long enough to go down his throat! Saliva sprang up in its path past his teeth. He butted tongue against tongue, drank it, sucked at it. It was almost enough.
Then Jaxxon pulled far enough back to focus eyes upon Quin, leaving him gasping. That tongue snaked up to soothe the new bite on his muzzle, as he grinned crookedly. "The girls will be jealous when they see this," he quipped.
When they see--? Quin regained enough presence of mind to feel if any beings were in close proximity to the bridge with his Force-sense, and then slammed and secured the bridge hatch with a gesture. Then he grabbed Jaxxon's coverall by the zip and pulled. More pheromones rose up to his nostrils from the newly revealed fur, and he trembled, barely suppressing a moan of desire. The boy had better be flattered.
He was. "Give me some of that wizard stuff, man," said Jaxxon, and put his claws to work on the Kiffar's belt. Quin's hands grazed, seemingly of their own accord, through the silky chest fur, from one set of nipples to the next. In moments the trousers were set free, to slide away from the throbbing red shaft rooted in dark hairs. They didn't bother with Quin's vest or his gauntlets; they weren't in the way. Jaxxon slid lower, Quin stood up, and docking commenced-- he groaned aloud, couldn't help it, as that tongue ran around his balls even as the rest of him was deep in the Lepi's mouth.
Quin had learned the lesson of those fangs, and did his best to keep from thrusting. Jaxxon never closed his mouth completely, used very little suction, just tongued him tantalizingly in stripes and spirals, till he was sure he couldn't bear it any longer. He had the Lepi by the roots of his ears, trying not to grip them too hard, instead digging his nails into the fur of his skull. He'd begun moaning almost constantly.
Then Jaxxon reached behind himself, and brought up a clawful of those pheromones. Then he reached forward and inserted the claw, slowly and with relish, into Quin.
That was all it took. The Kiffar came, yelling "Fuck!" --certainly an apt summary, and the Lepi swallowed, and licked until the well went dry. It seemed to go on for an hour at least, though it couldn't have, as the big green digit went in and out of him, and he found himself retreating into his mind, where the sensations of his hands and Jaxxon's hands seemed linked in an endless loop of sensation, and the Lepi was sharing his bliss but in a Lepi way, not the same at all, but it was too good not to play that chord, strike that note--
And he managed to get onto his knees before Jaxxon came, this time,to field some of the output from that gray-green hose, though there was still some splash. His hands and tongue got busy on it, as the green hands snagged themselves in his hair again. Everything he was wearing would need cleaning, now, or the aroma would drive him mad, later.
Then Jaxxon was hauling him upwards, crushing him close, using him as a towel again. He let his head sink to that green shoulder for a while. The younger being let out a contented sigh. Eventually Quin let out a sigh of his own, but not of content.
"I came in here to tell you something."
"Oh yeah? What was it?"
Quin raised his head, to regard his fellow member of the Coachelle Commerce Guild. "You have got to get the air in here scrubbed on a faster cycle, and the fresher to clean itself more often. There are more of us. And it seems like all I have in my nose, lately, is you."
Jaxxon chuckled. "And you have a problem with that."
"Sith yes, I have a problem with that! Look at me, I'm going around the ship hard all the time, and shielding against pheromones is not usually a full-time job! It's hitting me harder than the others."
"Can't you, like, meditate or something?"
"Yeah, right, 'or something'-- I'll meditate in your lap." And Quin reached into Jaxxon's mind then, to push that button without warning. The young male suddenly trembled, flooded with Quin's experience, and spent himself into the folds of his coveralls. Their eyes met.
"It's that bad, huh?"
"Yes, it's that bad. Neither one of us will get anything done. Turn up the scrubbers."
"You got it... Hey, Foot."
"Yes, boss?" the ship's AI responded.
"Higher usage than anticipated by the crew, of the atmosphere and the fresher. Cycle double rate cleanup."
"Cleanup rate doubled, boss."
"Dismissed, Foot." He grinned at his partner.
"Thanks, Lepi."
"No problem, man... Say, are you really hard all the time?"
"See for yourself." With a grin of his own, Quin stood and kicked off his boots and trousers. Shards. Not only was the man's body at full attention, he was staring at Jaxxon from under those dark brows as if he were dinner. He shrugged out of his vest, and the revealed yellow markings gleamed.
"Yeah, I see what you mean.." So Jaxxon stood up, too, letting the now grimy coverall hit the deck. His tapered chest, with its silky fur, was heaving with arousal, because of how tempting all that tattooed flesh, beaded with moisture, looked.
Then, with surprising grace, the Kiffar leaped up to hang from his shoulders and claim his mouth again, pressing that hard-all-the-time shaft into the whorled fur of his umbilical. The powerful Lepi thighs counter-balanced, as they kissed again, leaving nothing untasted. Those monkey legs climbed the Lepi tree. The wiry vines of Lepi arms, fur-lined, worked energy up the Kiffar spine, with a cascade of smooth stroking. The soft ears folded like a warm tent over their faces, for privacy in which to explore each other.
For a while it seemed to be enough, just to kiss and roll about inside each other's mouths, comparing and contrasting, in something approaching serenity. But pangs of arousal kept jarring their minds, goading them into further action and reaction. Jaxxon's hands at last fell still against the human's smooth back. Beneath the muscle and ribs, he felt as if he held the vitals of the Kiffar in his hands, pulsing and puissant. Just a little bit of pressure, and his claws could be deep in this trusting human's guts. But neither of them wanted that. There were better ways.
Then Quin lifted himself up, gripping the Lepi's shoulders, and let his legs drop down, scissoring them around that massive cock. His tight thighs squeezed, and his knees began to knead at Jaxxon's balls, as he lowered himself slowly along that silken chest. The sensations of exquisite friction, as Quin took a seat on him, were so intense that Jaxxon had to stop himself from rubbing the man up and down his chest. So he grabbed those brick-red buttocks with his big hands and groaned, letting out his feelings with great squeezes that rocked Quin against him.
"Just try and keep me out, " groaned Quin.
"What?" said Jaxxon, who'd been understandably distracted by the physical sensations, then, "Oh," as he felt his mind being teased. "You fucker," he murmured, in gross understatement, and drove his claws into Quin's back.
There was no going back, and no resisting. It was like the wave of disorientation you felt entering zero gravity; the arousal swept all of his intentions for self-control into a tailspin. He knew that monkey Kiffar's mind was spinning too, holding onto his for dear life, as the waves of it hit them.
As his body began to spasm, Quin's knees came uncrossed, and pulled up to bang into Jaxxon's groin, in a pressure surge unlike anything Jaxxon had ever experienced. A sudden wetness between them was the evidence of Quin's coming. A sudden splat against the closed hatch heralded the Lepi's climax. Damn! they had never come at the same time before...and it was hard to tell who was making the noises.
They landed on the deck, against the co-pilot's chair. Quin had Jaxxon's head against his chest, soothing down his bristling fur, as he curled up into Jaxxon's arms. Those big eyes blinked, then blinked again.
"Holy hutch," remarked the captain, looking at the spume of white upon the hatch.
"You're right; this is way too much fun."
TBC
part14-- Choice http://www.livejournal.com/community/st
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: NC-17
Category: slash, het implied
Warning: interspecies slash.
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: Quin convinces the Captain to turn up the ship's atmospheric scrubbers
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
He was going to find the captain, and screw him to the wall. Vos was justifying it to himself as another mental training session. Really he just wanted another taste, of what he was constantly smelling.
It was those damned pheromones. They triggered a hunger in him that, no matter how much he showered, continued to cling long after any contact with the young Lepi. Of course it was his ship, so traces of him would be found all over its environment; he thought he'd prepared himself for that.
It didn't help that in space, away from planetary suns, his ridiculous green was fading. Or that six and a half feet of lean, silky Lepi, ears twitching in all directions, seemed to take up whatever part of the ship he was in. And of course, he was wearing way less. He had thin gloves of nerf leather, for when he didn't want to be sensing things with his hands, but now his huge feet were bare. Why should he shield from the decks of his own ship?--and Rabbit's Foot was definitely his.
Jaxxon had won it from the very guy who'd hired him to troubleshoot the drive and the AI interface. It was as if the ship had come to heel with its rightful owner Jaxxon, reaching out to claim him through the mediation of the unpredictable turns of the sabacc cards. And all his Twi'lek ladies seemed to do the same. Who would have thought that a green whiskery dude like him had such magnetism? It was almost like the Zeltrons. The difference was, the average Zeltron you could count on double-crossing you the minute your back was turned.
The Lepi was honest. The Lepi was funny looking. The Lepi was too damn sexy. And he was just as eager for it as Quin; didn't feel the compulsion, though, due to immunity to his own pheromones. It was some kind of fail-safe in the species.
And the self-exiled boy had grown into an unfulfilled young man, with very particular needs that were driving him toward his home. He'd come across Kim Kiffar, his alias. And they'd found that, unlikely as it seemed, the Kiffar had a key to that place in himself that he thought only another Lepi could access.
That put Quin in charge of the green boy's bliss. He tried not to abuse the responsibility, but here on Rabbit's Foot, it was getting to be too much.
Speaking of getting too much-- he needed to ask Jaxxon to put the air scrubbers on a higher setting, as well as the self-cleaner routines on the fresher. With ten on board, the fresher's previous occupant got to be too evident to his psychometry. It didn't usually bother him to know a previous being's particulars when using the fresher, but now half the time it was Jaxxon, or one of the girls who'd come to Jaxxon and smelled of him. And right now he'd just used the damn fresher after Oni, and she had--
Meena was coming along the corridor in the opposite direction. She was gradually adapting the more seductive wardrobe of her previous occupation, as one of Jabba's pleasure dancers. A blue lekku-netting adorned her brow, and was repeated by the netted sides of her tight tunic and shorts. She and Rena had been working to expand the impecunious young woman's wardrobe, with donations of material from the others. The blue hadn't suited Rena's violet hue as well as it did Meena's butter yellow.
She was carrying a pile of clothing to the laundry unit. Damn, if any of it was Jaxxon's he might molest the young Twi'lek before he could stop himself. Oh no; he thought he recognized the red one, one of Jaxxon's favorite garments. Why did the wave of scent have to affect him so much more than the others? He threw up full shielding, and Meena made it by safely, with only a vague curiosity about what might be annoying Master Kim.
It could have to do with the others aboard being all females. Jaxxon's pheromones meant comfort and security to them, in ways that they could not to a male. He surely spent enough time comforting them. Popular lad.
Right; he'd made it to the bridge. There was his partner in this venture, the captain of this vessel, in a bright yellow coverall that looked just as easy to get rid of as his others. One ungloved hand idly stroked the control panel, just monitoring operations instinctively, instead of bothering with the gauges. The big green feet were up on the co-pilot's chair, but he lowered them to the deck again at Quin's approach. The big green ears swiveled like receptor arrays toward him; the long green lashes blinked.
"What's the matter, partner? You look bothered."
"I am." And he sat himself down upon the Lepi, straddling his legs. "Very--" He didn't look the boy in the eye; he was too far gone at the moment to explain any more clearly. "--bothered..." His explanation was to grab him by the shoulders and to bite him on the muzzle, as close to his mouth as made no matter; he was seized with the need to consume.
Jaxxon reared back his head in surprise, leaving the velvety fur of his neck vulnerable,too. Quin felt the big green fingers twining into his hair, felt the jump of that huge shaft filling with blood beneath him, as he bit and sucked everywhere on that tender neck. It didn't mark the fur the way it did more depilated species such as his, but it gave him the flavor he was after. It drew gasps and rumbles from his prey. It made him hungrier.
Jaxxon's remarkable tongue was on his ear now, curling around it appreciatively. Then he was lifted away from that velvety neck by the hair, into a thorough kiss.
Force, that tongue was nearly long enough to go down his throat! Saliva sprang up in its path past his teeth. He butted tongue against tongue, drank it, sucked at it. It was almost enough.
Then Jaxxon pulled far enough back to focus eyes upon Quin, leaving him gasping. That tongue snaked up to soothe the new bite on his muzzle, as he grinned crookedly. "The girls will be jealous when they see this," he quipped.
When they see--? Quin regained enough presence of mind to feel if any beings were in close proximity to the bridge with his Force-sense, and then slammed and secured the bridge hatch with a gesture. Then he grabbed Jaxxon's coverall by the zip and pulled. More pheromones rose up to his nostrils from the newly revealed fur, and he trembled, barely suppressing a moan of desire. The boy had better be flattered.
He was. "Give me some of that wizard stuff, man," said Jaxxon, and put his claws to work on the Kiffar's belt. Quin's hands grazed, seemingly of their own accord, through the silky chest fur, from one set of nipples to the next. In moments the trousers were set free, to slide away from the throbbing red shaft rooted in dark hairs. They didn't bother with Quin's vest or his gauntlets; they weren't in the way. Jaxxon slid lower, Quin stood up, and docking commenced-- he groaned aloud, couldn't help it, as that tongue ran around his balls even as the rest of him was deep in the Lepi's mouth.
Quin had learned the lesson of those fangs, and did his best to keep from thrusting. Jaxxon never closed his mouth completely, used very little suction, just tongued him tantalizingly in stripes and spirals, till he was sure he couldn't bear it any longer. He had the Lepi by the roots of his ears, trying not to grip them too hard, instead digging his nails into the fur of his skull. He'd begun moaning almost constantly.
Then Jaxxon reached behind himself, and brought up a clawful of those pheromones. Then he reached forward and inserted the claw, slowly and with relish, into Quin.
That was all it took. The Kiffar came, yelling "Fuck!" --certainly an apt summary, and the Lepi swallowed, and licked until the well went dry. It seemed to go on for an hour at least, though it couldn't have, as the big green digit went in and out of him, and he found himself retreating into his mind, where the sensations of his hands and Jaxxon's hands seemed linked in an endless loop of sensation, and the Lepi was sharing his bliss but in a Lepi way, not the same at all, but it was too good not to play that chord, strike that note--
And he managed to get onto his knees before Jaxxon came, this time,to field some of the output from that gray-green hose, though there was still some splash. His hands and tongue got busy on it, as the green hands snagged themselves in his hair again. Everything he was wearing would need cleaning, now, or the aroma would drive him mad, later.
Then Jaxxon was hauling him upwards, crushing him close, using him as a towel again. He let his head sink to that green shoulder for a while. The younger being let out a contented sigh. Eventually Quin let out a sigh of his own, but not of content.
"I came in here to tell you something."
"Oh yeah? What was it?"
Quin raised his head, to regard his fellow member of the Coachelle Commerce Guild. "You have got to get the air in here scrubbed on a faster cycle, and the fresher to clean itself more often. There are more of us. And it seems like all I have in my nose, lately, is you."
Jaxxon chuckled. "And you have a problem with that."
"Sith yes, I have a problem with that! Look at me, I'm going around the ship hard all the time, and shielding against pheromones is not usually a full-time job! It's hitting me harder than the others."
"Can't you, like, meditate or something?"
"Yeah, right, 'or something'-- I'll meditate in your lap." And Quin reached into Jaxxon's mind then, to push that button without warning. The young male suddenly trembled, flooded with Quin's experience, and spent himself into the folds of his coveralls. Their eyes met.
"It's that bad, huh?"
"Yes, it's that bad. Neither one of us will get anything done. Turn up the scrubbers."
"You got it... Hey, Foot."
"Yes, boss?" the ship's AI responded.
"Higher usage than anticipated by the crew, of the atmosphere and the fresher. Cycle double rate cleanup."
"Cleanup rate doubled, boss."
"Dismissed, Foot." He grinned at his partner.
"Thanks, Lepi."
"No problem, man... Say, are you really hard all the time?"
"See for yourself." With a grin of his own, Quin stood and kicked off his boots and trousers. Shards. Not only was the man's body at full attention, he was staring at Jaxxon from under those dark brows as if he were dinner. He shrugged out of his vest, and the revealed yellow markings gleamed.
"Yeah, I see what you mean.." So Jaxxon stood up, too, letting the now grimy coverall hit the deck. His tapered chest, with its silky fur, was heaving with arousal, because of how tempting all that tattooed flesh, beaded with moisture, looked.
Then, with surprising grace, the Kiffar leaped up to hang from his shoulders and claim his mouth again, pressing that hard-all-the-time shaft into the whorled fur of his umbilical. The powerful Lepi thighs counter-balanced, as they kissed again, leaving nothing untasted. Those monkey legs climbed the Lepi tree. The wiry vines of Lepi arms, fur-lined, worked energy up the Kiffar spine, with a cascade of smooth stroking. The soft ears folded like a warm tent over their faces, for privacy in which to explore each other.
For a while it seemed to be enough, just to kiss and roll about inside each other's mouths, comparing and contrasting, in something approaching serenity. But pangs of arousal kept jarring their minds, goading them into further action and reaction. Jaxxon's hands at last fell still against the human's smooth back. Beneath the muscle and ribs, he felt as if he held the vitals of the Kiffar in his hands, pulsing and puissant. Just a little bit of pressure, and his claws could be deep in this trusting human's guts. But neither of them wanted that. There were better ways.
Then Quin lifted himself up, gripping the Lepi's shoulders, and let his legs drop down, scissoring them around that massive cock. His tight thighs squeezed, and his knees began to knead at Jaxxon's balls, as he lowered himself slowly along that silken chest. The sensations of exquisite friction, as Quin took a seat on him, were so intense that Jaxxon had to stop himself from rubbing the man up and down his chest. So he grabbed those brick-red buttocks with his big hands and groaned, letting out his feelings with great squeezes that rocked Quin against him.
"Just try and keep me out, " groaned Quin.
"What?" said Jaxxon, who'd been understandably distracted by the physical sensations, then, "Oh," as he felt his mind being teased. "You fucker," he murmured, in gross understatement, and drove his claws into Quin's back.
There was no going back, and no resisting. It was like the wave of disorientation you felt entering zero gravity; the arousal swept all of his intentions for self-control into a tailspin. He knew that monkey Kiffar's mind was spinning too, holding onto his for dear life, as the waves of it hit them.
As his body began to spasm, Quin's knees came uncrossed, and pulled up to bang into Jaxxon's groin, in a pressure surge unlike anything Jaxxon had ever experienced. A sudden wetness between them was the evidence of Quin's coming. A sudden splat against the closed hatch heralded the Lepi's climax. Damn! they had never come at the same time before...and it was hard to tell who was making the noises.
They landed on the deck, against the co-pilot's chair. Quin had Jaxxon's head against his chest, soothing down his bristling fur, as he curled up into Jaxxon's arms. Those big eyes blinked, then blinked again.
"Holy hutch," remarked the captain, looking at the spume of white upon the hatch.
"You're right; this is way too much fun."
TBC
part14-- Choice http://www.livejournal.com/community/st
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