Title: Jaxxon's Twi'leks 25 Didn't Kill Us
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@...
Series: post-TPM, pre Star Wars: Twilight, by Ostrander and Duursema
Rating: NC-17
Category: slash
Warning: interspecies, blood, rimming, mindsex
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am
nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos.
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
http://www.jaxxons11.com
previous episodes: http://www.livejournal.com/users/hlglne/5044.html
The course had been laid in, and the jump to hyperspace had gone
smoothly. They were lying on Quin's bunk together, after one of
their customary releases of tension. If Jaxxon had been hoping to
take up less of Quin's time, once they were away from the constant
irritation of Kiffex and its Dark Side shadow, it hadn't happened.
They'd simply switched to happy sex instead of sad sex. Not that he
was complaining at all. While he was very used to being desired, it
wasn't every being who could get into his brain and make him really
feel like a Lepi.
They'd discovered each others' capacities back on Tatooine. It had
come as quite a shock-- literally. Both of them had been knocked out
for hours, and shaken when they woke again. It just went to show
that there is such a thing as too much pleasure. And they hadn't
gone that far, since.
"Kim--Quin, uh, partner-- I've been thinking-- since you're going
to be leaving, and all--"
"Yes?"
"I want you to do that thing to me-- with your tongue." Hutch, he
felt his face heat up like a furnace. Good thing he was green,
sometimes.
"Are you sure about that?" The Kiffar sounded like he was purring,
almost.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Because?"
"Because it didn't kill us."
Quin propped his bristly chin on the Lepi's silky green chest,
looking up at him. There were sparks in the depths of the obsidian
eyes, over the yellow tattoo, beneath the heavy brow. A smile bent
those brick-red lips.
"Sith, you're right about that...so you think we can handle it?"
Jaxxon nodded, and swallowed hard at the ravenous edge creeping into
the man's grin. But yeah, he could take it. Even if he was no Jedi.
And his body was playing along, conveying raw excitement though his
skin, magnifying Quin's obvious desire as it seeped into his pores
from the press of their flesh.
They started slowly. That in itself was a departure. Usually they
were tearing at each other urgently, trying to ease the lust they
engendered in each other, that was always threatening to derail
everything else. Now they were going to approach things
deliberately, find out how much sensation each of them could
tolerate.
Jaxxon was used to driving other beings out of their skulls with
his pheromones. He just put up with it and lived his life, most of
the time. This was different; this was mutual. Not every Kiffar
was a touch-reader, the way every Lepi was. Being with Quin was an
opportunity for true pleasure that he might not find again, for a
very long time. And for Quin, this was a chance to go more wild
than he would usually allow himself. Jaxxon's race were still rare
in the Republic.
The first sign that they were doing anything at all was a
progressive deepening of the inhalations of the man sprawled over
him. Jaxxon's fur began to prickle , a first acknowledgment of the
silent transformation, from self-contained human to predator.
Soon, Quin's once-lax body was almost quivering with pent-up
tension. He could feel the man's fingernails slowly digging
themselves deeper into his sides. But when he glanced down, there
was nothing to see, just the dark mass of hair hiding the face
against his chest.
Until suddenly the Kiffar was no longer there--he was at Jaxxon's
throat, the hands sinking into the flesh of his shoulders, that
voracious mouth on his own, that mop of hair cutting off his view
completely. The man's nose snuffed at his horripilating cheeks
before his whiskers were smashed, his upper lip distended by suction
and bitten, his very breath inhaled and consumed.
Jaxxon's arms beat at the air, and he was instantly hard, his sex
pinioned between Quin's ankles. As soon as he could draw a breath,
he bucked up against Quin, and found the man's back, to rake it with
his nails. So hard was he bucking that he could feel cold breeze
between himself and the bed.
Hutch, he's jerking me off with his ankles, now! -- the realization
had barely sunk in before he sensed, rather than heard, Quin's
mental chuckle at the thought. Because he was doing exactly that,
and rubbing the rest of himself across every single chest-hair the
young Lepi possessed.
At last Quin reined in his attack on Jaxxon's mouth and confined
himself to licking, lasciviously, along his jawline. His willing
prey moaned and writhed, the generous mouth looking bee-stung, even
more tasty, to Quin's mind, from his use of it. You want tongue,
eh? he gloated without words. Is this the one you mean? inwardly
smirking at the reactions he was engendering. Oh yeah, that tongue,
that cat-rough, blunt-ended man tongue...
Between tongue and feet, the Lepi had begun to roll from side to
side. The licks began to be interspersed with bites to that lean
green throat. Jaxxon became aware of a wetness at his middle, from
the leak of Quin's precome. The man's knees were still
recalcitrantly digging into his hips. Reflexively he reached for
Kiffar ass, wanting to smash Quin onto himself, but even as his big
hands cupped those warm, familiar contours, Quin's head reared
back, to capture his eye. The swollen red mouth commanded, with a
gasp-- "Not yet."
Obediently Jaxxon let his hands roam onto back and thighs again.
Quin's oral stimulus continued, all over his neck, until he'd
nibbled his way around to the nape. Then, right over the vertebrae,
he dug his teeth in.
Hutch-- he scruffed me! Jaxxon's whole body could not help but
freeze in reflexive response. As the Lepi's hold on him loosened,
Quin let out a growl of pure satisfaction. Blood was coppery in his
mouth, but he didn't slacken the grip of his jaws, until he had
completely subdued that lanky green body.
When at last he was crouching over Jaxxon's head, knees barely
missing the Lepi's ears, hands in the boy's armpits, only then he
ease up, and lick at the place to soothe it. Jaxxon was shivering
all over, flat on his belly, letting out a sort of moan that was
almost a purr.
Quin's tongue continued to soothe, letting the long ears graze
against his nipples and belly, before continuing down the long green
spine, raising the nap along the way, to make Jaxxon writhe again.
As his crotch passed Jaxxon's face, the boy raised his head,
wanting a taste. The long, nearly prehensile tongue snapped out to
capture the oozing tip of him, and before he could stop himself,
the master was mastered. With a yell he let loose, ramming his
release into Jaxxon's shoulder, feeling teeth nipping into his
inner thigh, hanging on for dear life with his fingers dug into
Jaxxon's buttocks, as the boy humped his own climax into the
sheets. Too soon; too soon...
He was dripping with sweat now, and not yet to his goal. But the
intoxicating aroma of Jaxxon's ass drew him on, inexorably. Jaxxon
was showing signs of trying to move again, after climax, and without
a second thought he dug his knees into the Lepi's ribs, to keep him
down. His toes dug into the fur under Jaxxon's arms, as he reached
for those velvety mounds, parting them to reveal the source.
His nostrils dilated with delight at the onslaught of pheromones.
He increased the pressure of his fingers, spreading the boy's legs
farther apart, then lost himself in the ecstasy of consumption.
He rubbed his whole face in the musk. His tongue went deep,
gobbling at it. He bit randomly at the surrounding flesh, as if to
clear his palate. The limpness began to leave Jaxxon, with his nose
full of Jedi spunk, at the barrage of stimulus. He began to undulate
into the wet bedding, trying at the same time to get his arms under
him. He felt the need to press himself into something flat and
unforgiving, like the wall, during this assault on his nether
regions, that was sending all sorts of electricity into his legs and
feet.
But as soon as he stirred, Quin swung himself around, grabbing
Jaxxon's haunches and pulling them up to his face. His feast wasn't
about to get away. Jaxxon's kicks didn't connect, as his ass was
hoisted up into Quin's arms, until the whole of his generous scrotum
made contact with the Kiffar's hard chest. His muzzle was all that
supported him against the mattress for a few moments, until his
hands found enough of a grip to raise himself.
Like a kid with a new toy, Quin was putting fingers into him,
looking for the prostate. Jaxxon was suddenly glad he'd already
come once, or he wouldn't have been able to take the wonderful
tickling of it. And tendrils of thought were insinuating themselves
into the Lepi place in his mind, gauging from within how close Quin
was to target. Oh! Hutch, that was it, that was-- Jaxxon's face
nearly hit the wall, as he nearly leaped free, from the shock of
Quin's discovery. Relentlessly, Quin held on, rubbing his pheromone-
coated chin all over the green velvet buttocks.
"Oh, man--- what are you doing!?"
"I'm eating you."
The muscular Kiffar hands were hanging onto his erection, now, as if
they were going to yank it off. Quin pulled that perfumed cave back
to his face, and ate, licked, dove in with abandon. Jaxxon's legs
would be buckling one moment, making his weight fall against the
man, and the next moment a spark of unbelievable sensation from that
mouth would have him kicking backwards at nothing. His nails were
scraping at the corner of the mattress--he hoped he didn't pop it by
accident.
Moisture was starting to leak from the end of him, from the ungentle
grip of those monkey Kiffar hands. Heat had traveled to his face,
warming the patch of wall it was pressed against. Suddenly his
prick was freed, and he was flipped like a griddle cake, onto his
back.
Between his knees crouched the wild haired Kiffar, moisture dripping
from his chin. His nostrils were dilated and twitching, and a
fierce light blazed from the darkness beneath his heavy brows. He
was silhouetted there for only a moment, then--
"Wh-what--"
Jaxxon's ass was suddenly in the air, and inside him was a pulsing
cock, at just the right angle-- he heard a murmuring voice in a very
private part of his head, reserved for instinctive Lepi responses,
that stood his prick straight up like a magnetized flagpole--
"I'm eating you-- up."
The grip on his ass tightened inexorably until he was sure his skin
would burst, and the ravenous face lowered, and the brick-red lips
parted, and his prick slid in--
--And it was the psychic overload again. When he came to, all he
saw were Quin's toes.
Raising himself on his elbows, he discovered the rest of Quin, still
unconscious, his head against the opposite wall. Creamy spunk was
dribbling from his slack mouth. The inky locks surrounded him like
a ragged halo. The sweat and crusts of jism over the yellow tattoos
of his torso had dried.
Jaxxon gathered him up, and tenderly cleaned up the dribbles. That
was quite a set of toothmarks he'd left on the man's leg, too.
Eventually Quin stirred enough to return the attention, focusing on
the matted, spunky fur of Jaxxon's shoulder. They were seldom this
relaxed after sex. Jaxxon found it a nice change.
"Thanks, man. No need to repeat that, though, for a few months at
least."
Quin's brow remained uncharacteristically smooth as he replied,
looking up into the Lepi's dewy eyes.
"So, am I clear to go off and get killed in the line of duty now?"
Jaxxon's answer was more of a snort than a laugh. And he didn't
smile.
"No, you are not."
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@...
Series: post-TPM, pre Star Wars: Twilight, by Ostrander and Duursema
Rating: NC-17
Category: slash
Warning: interspecies, blood, rimming, mindsex
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am
nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos.
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
http://www.jaxxons11.com
previous episodes: http://www.livejournal.com/users/hlglne/5044.html
The course had been laid in, and the jump to hyperspace had gone
smoothly. They were lying on Quin's bunk together, after one of
their customary releases of tension. If Jaxxon had been hoping to
take up less of Quin's time, once they were away from the constant
irritation of Kiffex and its Dark Side shadow, it hadn't happened.
They'd simply switched to happy sex instead of sad sex. Not that he
was complaining at all. While he was very used to being desired, it
wasn't every being who could get into his brain and make him really
feel like a Lepi.
They'd discovered each others' capacities back on Tatooine. It had
come as quite a shock-- literally. Both of them had been knocked out
for hours, and shaken when they woke again. It just went to show
that there is such a thing as too much pleasure. And they hadn't
gone that far, since.
"Kim--Quin, uh, partner-- I've been thinking-- since you're going
to be leaving, and all--"
"Yes?"
"I want you to do that thing to me-- with your tongue." Hutch, he
felt his face heat up like a furnace. Good thing he was green,
sometimes.
"Are you sure about that?" The Kiffar sounded like he was purring,
almost.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Because?"
"Because it didn't kill us."
Quin propped his bristly chin on the Lepi's silky green chest,
looking up at him. There were sparks in the depths of the obsidian
eyes, over the yellow tattoo, beneath the heavy brow. A smile bent
those brick-red lips.
"Sith, you're right about that...so you think we can handle it?"
Jaxxon nodded, and swallowed hard at the ravenous edge creeping into
the man's grin. But yeah, he could take it. Even if he was no Jedi.
And his body was playing along, conveying raw excitement though his
skin, magnifying Quin's obvious desire as it seeped into his pores
from the press of their flesh.
They started slowly. That in itself was a departure. Usually they
were tearing at each other urgently, trying to ease the lust they
engendered in each other, that was always threatening to derail
everything else. Now they were going to approach things
deliberately, find out how much sensation each of them could
tolerate.
Jaxxon was used to driving other beings out of their skulls with
his pheromones. He just put up with it and lived his life, most of
the time. This was different; this was mutual. Not every Kiffar
was a touch-reader, the way every Lepi was. Being with Quin was an
opportunity for true pleasure that he might not find again, for a
very long time. And for Quin, this was a chance to go more wild
than he would usually allow himself. Jaxxon's race were still rare
in the Republic.
The first sign that they were doing anything at all was a
progressive deepening of the inhalations of the man sprawled over
him. Jaxxon's fur began to prickle , a first acknowledgment of the
silent transformation, from self-contained human to predator.
Soon, Quin's once-lax body was almost quivering with pent-up
tension. He could feel the man's fingernails slowly digging
themselves deeper into his sides. But when he glanced down, there
was nothing to see, just the dark mass of hair hiding the face
against his chest.
Until suddenly the Kiffar was no longer there--he was at Jaxxon's
throat, the hands sinking into the flesh of his shoulders, that
voracious mouth on his own, that mop of hair cutting off his view
completely. The man's nose snuffed at his horripilating cheeks
before his whiskers were smashed, his upper lip distended by suction
and bitten, his very breath inhaled and consumed.
Jaxxon's arms beat at the air, and he was instantly hard, his sex
pinioned between Quin's ankles. As soon as he could draw a breath,
he bucked up against Quin, and found the man's back, to rake it with
his nails. So hard was he bucking that he could feel cold breeze
between himself and the bed.
Hutch, he's jerking me off with his ankles, now! -- the realization
had barely sunk in before he sensed, rather than heard, Quin's
mental chuckle at the thought. Because he was doing exactly that,
and rubbing the rest of himself across every single chest-hair the
young Lepi possessed.
At last Quin reined in his attack on Jaxxon's mouth and confined
himself to licking, lasciviously, along his jawline. His willing
prey moaned and writhed, the generous mouth looking bee-stung, even
more tasty, to Quin's mind, from his use of it. You want tongue,
eh? he gloated without words. Is this the one you mean? inwardly
smirking at the reactions he was engendering. Oh yeah, that tongue,
that cat-rough, blunt-ended man tongue...
Between tongue and feet, the Lepi had begun to roll from side to
side. The licks began to be interspersed with bites to that lean
green throat. Jaxxon became aware of a wetness at his middle, from
the leak of Quin's precome. The man's knees were still
recalcitrantly digging into his hips. Reflexively he reached for
Kiffar ass, wanting to smash Quin onto himself, but even as his big
hands cupped those warm, familiar contours, Quin's head reared
back, to capture his eye. The swollen red mouth commanded, with a
gasp-- "Not yet."
Obediently Jaxxon let his hands roam onto back and thighs again.
Quin's oral stimulus continued, all over his neck, until he'd
nibbled his way around to the nape. Then, right over the vertebrae,
he dug his teeth in.
Hutch-- he scruffed me! Jaxxon's whole body could not help but
freeze in reflexive response. As the Lepi's hold on him loosened,
Quin let out a growl of pure satisfaction. Blood was coppery in his
mouth, but he didn't slacken the grip of his jaws, until he had
completely subdued that lanky green body.
When at last he was crouching over Jaxxon's head, knees barely
missing the Lepi's ears, hands in the boy's armpits, only then he
ease up, and lick at the place to soothe it. Jaxxon was shivering
all over, flat on his belly, letting out a sort of moan that was
almost a purr.
Quin's tongue continued to soothe, letting the long ears graze
against his nipples and belly, before continuing down the long green
spine, raising the nap along the way, to make Jaxxon writhe again.
As his crotch passed Jaxxon's face, the boy raised his head,
wanting a taste. The long, nearly prehensile tongue snapped out to
capture the oozing tip of him, and before he could stop himself,
the master was mastered. With a yell he let loose, ramming his
release into Jaxxon's shoulder, feeling teeth nipping into his
inner thigh, hanging on for dear life with his fingers dug into
Jaxxon's buttocks, as the boy humped his own climax into the
sheets. Too soon; too soon...
He was dripping with sweat now, and not yet to his goal. But the
intoxicating aroma of Jaxxon's ass drew him on, inexorably. Jaxxon
was showing signs of trying to move again, after climax, and without
a second thought he dug his knees into the Lepi's ribs, to keep him
down. His toes dug into the fur under Jaxxon's arms, as he reached
for those velvety mounds, parting them to reveal the source.
His nostrils dilated with delight at the onslaught of pheromones.
He increased the pressure of his fingers, spreading the boy's legs
farther apart, then lost himself in the ecstasy of consumption.
He rubbed his whole face in the musk. His tongue went deep,
gobbling at it. He bit randomly at the surrounding flesh, as if to
clear his palate. The limpness began to leave Jaxxon, with his nose
full of Jedi spunk, at the barrage of stimulus. He began to undulate
into the wet bedding, trying at the same time to get his arms under
him. He felt the need to press himself into something flat and
unforgiving, like the wall, during this assault on his nether
regions, that was sending all sorts of electricity into his legs and
feet.
But as soon as he stirred, Quin swung himself around, grabbing
Jaxxon's haunches and pulling them up to his face. His feast wasn't
about to get away. Jaxxon's kicks didn't connect, as his ass was
hoisted up into Quin's arms, until the whole of his generous scrotum
made contact with the Kiffar's hard chest. His muzzle was all that
supported him against the mattress for a few moments, until his
hands found enough of a grip to raise himself.
Like a kid with a new toy, Quin was putting fingers into him,
looking for the prostate. Jaxxon was suddenly glad he'd already
come once, or he wouldn't have been able to take the wonderful
tickling of it. And tendrils of thought were insinuating themselves
into the Lepi place in his mind, gauging from within how close Quin
was to target. Oh! Hutch, that was it, that was-- Jaxxon's face
nearly hit the wall, as he nearly leaped free, from the shock of
Quin's discovery. Relentlessly, Quin held on, rubbing his pheromone-
coated chin all over the green velvet buttocks.
"Oh, man--- what are you doing!?"
"I'm eating you."
The muscular Kiffar hands were hanging onto his erection, now, as if
they were going to yank it off. Quin pulled that perfumed cave back
to his face, and ate, licked, dove in with abandon. Jaxxon's legs
would be buckling one moment, making his weight fall against the
man, and the next moment a spark of unbelievable sensation from that
mouth would have him kicking backwards at nothing. His nails were
scraping at the corner of the mattress--he hoped he didn't pop it by
accident.
Moisture was starting to leak from the end of him, from the ungentle
grip of those monkey Kiffar hands. Heat had traveled to his face,
warming the patch of wall it was pressed against. Suddenly his
prick was freed, and he was flipped like a griddle cake, onto his
back.
Between his knees crouched the wild haired Kiffar, moisture dripping
from his chin. His nostrils were dilated and twitching, and a
fierce light blazed from the darkness beneath his heavy brows. He
was silhouetted there for only a moment, then--
"Wh-what--"
Jaxxon's ass was suddenly in the air, and inside him was a pulsing
cock, at just the right angle-- he heard a murmuring voice in a very
private part of his head, reserved for instinctive Lepi responses,
that stood his prick straight up like a magnetized flagpole--
"I'm eating you-- up."
The grip on his ass tightened inexorably until he was sure his skin
would burst, and the ravenous face lowered, and the brick-red lips
parted, and his prick slid in--
--And it was the psychic overload again. When he came to, all he
saw were Quin's toes.
Raising himself on his elbows, he discovered the rest of Quin, still
unconscious, his head against the opposite wall. Creamy spunk was
dribbling from his slack mouth. The inky locks surrounded him like
a ragged halo. The sweat and crusts of jism over the yellow tattoos
of his torso had dried.
Jaxxon gathered him up, and tenderly cleaned up the dribbles. That
was quite a set of toothmarks he'd left on the man's leg, too.
Eventually Quin stirred enough to return the attention, focusing on
the matted, spunky fur of Jaxxon's shoulder. They were seldom this
relaxed after sex. Jaxxon found it a nice change.
"Thanks, man. No need to repeat that, though, for a few months at
least."
Quin's brow remained uncharacteristically smooth as he replied,
looking up into the Lepi's dewy eyes.
"So, am I clear to go off and get killed in the line of duty now?"
Jaxxon's answer was more of a snort than a laugh. And he didn't
smile.
"No, you are not."
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