The power of love (A Star Wars tale)

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"Where's that landing pad?" I was wondering aloud. Passing by citizens with my pistol drawn made many gasp or jump away as I ran past, still trying to hail C-1138. If he had not answered by now, then something bad happened to him.

In my wake were shrieks and screams, the Sith were brutally working their way after me. Though I could not see it, they were torturing the citizens for information. I hated to have it happen to innocent people. Another time, another place, for revenge.

Finding the landing pad, the door slid open and I ran out with pistol aimed. The Outlander was in one piece! That was a relief. I tried to hail C-1138 once more and got no response.

"Biggs? Biggs, is that you?" a woman's voice came through my communicator.

"Aima? Where are you?" I asked.

"I'm on board. I can see you. C-1138 isn't on board!" Aima cried.

"He's not? Blast!" He may have gone after us. That would mean going back into the city. No, thanks! "I'm coming in!"

Running up the ramp and holstering my blaster, I reached the cockpit to find Aima sitting in the copilot's seat with relief on her face, as if she was happy to see me. That happiness rapidly faded when I sat beside her. "I met that girl you were with" Aima smirked.

Jerking my head to the right, "Oh? What did you think of her?"

"I think she's too short for you" Aima smiled.

Getting back to the situation, C-1138 was missing, the Outlander was stuck on the landing pad with faulty legs and the Sith were coming for us. "Let me try my tracker," I said, spinning around in the chair to the left and pressed a series of colored buttons.

"You got a tracker on your droid?" Aima asked.

"In case he gets stolen" I said. "Droid parts are quite valuable. Not for the parts but what they have saved in their memory banks." The computer warmed up. On the center scope on the forward console was a small green arrow that would point in the direction of his tracker and give the distance. The arrow pointed first to the city then spun around as it gained the signal and pointed behind us and gave the distance, over several kilometers away. "Blast!" I yelled. "He's on the Sith cruiser! They must've taken him while we were...busy..."

"We're going for him!" Aima replied. As soon as she said that, the door to the pad opened once more and out came several more angry Sith.

"Blasted!" I replied. We had to take off. We would pay for it in the end, but we couldn't stay here. I throttled the engines. The blue flames ignited. Sith laser bolts slapped around us. "Don't wreck the paint!" I yelled, activating the forward defense cannons that blazed away. "Hang on!" and jerked the stick back and to the left. The Outlander jumped and banked to the left, sailing into the colored sky. We didn't see it but those droids that were working on her were wrecked by the blast. One of them clung desperately onto one of the forward landing legs until they were retracted inside, searing off its arm and sending it screaming into the clouds.

I think I got all the Sith that came at us. I think. Not too sure. My mind was in the clouds.

 

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Aima and Biggs

“They took C-1138? Those fucking assholes!” Aima complained. She was pissed, but she saw that there was fire in Bigg’s eyes! His buddy had been taken.

“The galaxy would be a better place without those assholes.” Aima added as she grabbed the ship to ship communicator. While Biggs was concentrating on getting Outlander into the air - a slight shudder went through the ship as it took off. Aima knew that was not good. Aima started talk to the Sith Cruiser, Black Adder. She keyed the communication link.

“Black Adder, ah, this Commander Pimsuco. Requesting permission to dock, aft landing bay”

“Commander Pimsuco, this is Black Adder. That is not your ship. What are you doing?” The cruiser replied

“Copy that, Black Adder, I had sex with the pilot of this ship… it got a little rough and he died. Oops! So, this ship is mine now. Transmitting secure code for verification” replied Aima and typed in the secured codes.

A few seconds later “Commander, you are cleared to use aft landing bay”

“I love it when a plan comes together” Aima said with a smile.

Biggs glanced over to her with a puzzled look on his face. His face was asking, “how did you get the security codes?”

“I kind of killed the three Sith Officers. Stole their access codes and 2 cloaks. So when we land… you and I can put on a cloak and we’ll look like Sith Officers.” Aima explained. Biggs looked forward again, he was studiously avoiding thinking about everything that could go wrong with Aima’s crazy plan.

“I like the plan” Biggs said, not thinking of any better plan.

“How are we going to land without landing gear?” Aima asked, now she was the one with a concerned look on her face.

 

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"I'm thinking of something" I replied. Gritting my teeth, my mind was mixed about how to get back C-1138 and how to land the Outlander without wrecking it. Blasted! Should've taken her in for repairs before our last run. I feel so foolish now. C-1138 was imploring me do it, but I shrugged it off because our customer needed it done now.

Approaching the cruiser, its turrets were following us in. Guess they didn't trust anyone, not even their own kind. Sliding in under the hull towards the open docking back, the bright colored clouds were quickly blocked out by the dark hull of the cruiser. A chill ran through me.

Glancing at the tracker, the signal was still coming in strong. My buddy was on board allright. He was close. The hanger bay was lined with Sith fighters, some under maintenance. A couple were ready to go. Part of me just wanted to open up with the Outlander's turrets, shred this interior to pieces before jumping on board and blasting my way through, be real dramatic. I thought against it when those fighters amounted to more than twenty. There was no way to defeat that.

Now came the rough part, landing this thing. Go in under the guise of Sith people. Stealth. I hate stealth. Easing to a hover, I tried to drop the landing gear.

CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

An intense, high pitched squeal of metal scrapping metal. That was the landing gear trying to lower. The console was showing that, while they did retract, now the parts were broken off or missing to lower and lock them, only two came down on the portside. "This is going to be rough" I replied. Looking to the right, outside the cockpit, there was a stack of crates waiting to be moved. "Hang on" lowering the Outlander, the cockpit guided to the right. As heat from the engines blew down and away, blowing back the Sith and droids, the Outlander cockpit came to rest on top of the crates that gave way but still acted as a cushion. The legs on the left side didn't hold up and crumbled, snapping the ship sharply to the left, throwing Aima against me.

"Sorry" Aima whispered as she tried to stand up. "C'mon. We gotta go." Giving me the cloak, Aima told me to put it on. "We're Sith now," she smirk as she pulled hers over her shoulders. "Let me do the talking. I've dealt with these Bantha milkers before. Remember, this isn't your ship...."

"Right. Right" I tightened my cloak. "You had sex with him and he died?" raising an eyebrow.

"What can I say," Aima shrugged. "Some guys just can't stand up to me."

Dropping the portside ramp, it slammed onto the deck with a bang. I went out first because I wanted to see how badly the Outlander was damaged. My eyes were wide in horror. 'My baby!' I thought. 'My beautiful baby!' the legs were crunched, it was leaning to port. An awful mess. A droid arm lay near my feet.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

There were two landing bays on a battle cruiser. The forward or attack hangar located on the underside of the ship’s forward section. The hanger usually had 60 TIE fighter, service and refueling areas. The second landing bay was in the aft section of the ship. It was for cargo ships, shuttle craft carrying high-ranking officials, landing ships and a reserve squadron (12) of TIE fighters. The aft bay had a large repair and refueling area. Biggs had landing in the aft bay.

Aima exited the Outlander and looked around the large bay. It was huge. She noticed the large armored door, tractor beams, and laser turbo cannons. If they wanted to leave, the doors needed to be open and those tractor beams turned off. The laser cannons could be avoided with some good flying. Aima turned her attention to Biggs.

“Nice landing” Aima kidded Biggs. Aima and Biggs looked like sith officers in their cloaks. Aima hood was pulled over her head so no one could see her face. They could see her figure however. The good thing was Aima, although not as busty as the real Commander Pimsuco, she was busty enough. The many troops in the large landing bay were completely fooled by her disguise.

“Moinu, stop looking at my beautiful ship… and help me find my new droid!” Aima barked at Biggs.

“Your ship… is a broken piece of…” Moinu/Biggs pointed out, getting into his sith character.

“Don’t say it” Aima interrupted Moinu/Biggs. She then turned to one of the nearby troopers. “Get a repair crew on this right away. Top priority!” She ordered the man.

“Yes commander” The trooper replied and was off to find the right repair droids.

A set of uniformed officers strode purposefully towards Aima and Biggs.

“Commander Pimsuco and Commander Moinu, Darth Saqol and Darth Dultash wish to see both of you on the Command Bridge as soon as you get cleaned up.” The leading officer informed Aima and Biggs.

“Understand” Aima replied and then added “Are we in trouble?” She asked

“There is concern regarding Commander Zroqaz where about” The office replied quietly.

“Acknowledged” Aima said with a node of her head. “Where is the droid associated with this ship?” She asked as the two men turned around and were about to leave.

“Darth Saqol had a droid with her when she returned from Cloud city. If that is the droid, it was escorted to the aft Droid Repair. They will be extracting it’s memory core.”

“Druk! that means I just lost that droid” Aima with regret said as she turned to Biggs. "I was hoping it was programed for providing sexual pleasure!"

The two other officers walked away. Aima whispered “You save C-1138 and I’ll disable the ship. Meet back here in 1 hour” She suggested. Then she walked toward main engineering.

The hyperspace generator was located along the ship's ventral surface. It was powered by a massive solar ionization reactor which annihilated hypermatter as fuel to power the ship. In case of an emergency situation, the power plant had a catastrophic release system. If activated, the core of the main reactor could be ejected from the ship.

“I wonder what would happen… if someone triggered that release system?” Aima said out loud as she made her way to engineering.

 

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This was the first time I've been inside a Sith cruiser. Seen them plenty of times, at a distance. Sometimes they were chasing me. With the hood pulled over my head to shield myself from prying eyes, I left Aima's side to find my buddy. First time here and I didn't know where to go, there were no signs to guide my way. To maintain my disguise, I couldn't go around asking for directions from these Sith people, I had a persona to maintain. For now I had to maintain a character that I no idea about but still detested.

All I knew was, the droid repair was in the aft section of the cruiser and the aft section was straight ahead from the docking bay. One hour. That's what Aima gave me. Chances are, if I don't make it back in time, she would look for me. I just had that feeling that she wouldn't be the kind that would immediately gun it when the time is up, or danger rears its ugly head. Then again, I'm on a Sith cruiser, now on my own, with only a blaster at my side. I've been through worse scenarios than this.

These corridors were something else, a lot of black and red mixed together along the walls and ceiling. It wasn't dark, thankfully. The Sith people, most of them walked about with hoods and cloaks like myself. Most did, not all. Some were about with regular attire that showed off their muscles, their heads covered in tattoos, priding themselves as fighters.

Don't make eye contact. Lowering my head to do so, I walked until I found a lift. Didn't know where it could take me. It was chosen simply because there was a droid standing inside it. Perfect. They know where everything is. Approaching the droid and the lift, placing a hand to its chest and shoving him back into it, the hatch closed before the droid to utter a word in protest.

"Droid!" I commanded.

With a jerk the droid replied, "Yes, sir?"

"Where is Darth Saqol?" Instead of asking for the repair station and giving the droid something to be suspicious of.

"My lord, she is at the aft droid repair station. One deck down, take a right off the lift and proceed until you reach the end of the corridor. She is still there."

Perfect. Pressing a button, the lift took us down one deck. The hatch opened and I stepped out without a word. Normally I would give some appreciation for this kind of information. Sith were not known for gratitude. "Hang on, buddy. I'm coming."

So many Sith. Counting them going past, thirty in one section alone. Too many for me to make a run and gun. Had to think of what to do when I get my buddy back. Reaching a corridor junction, the Sith stepped aside. That meant someone important was coming by. Mimicking their steps and moving aside, down came a long line of Sith, wearing cloaks lined in dark red and black. Their faces were covered. If the Sith were stepping aside for them, then they had to be high on the food chain. Shit. I need to get out of here, fast!

Keeping up the disguise and calmly walking towards the repair station, the door wasn't guarded. Good. That made things somewhat easier. A press of the button and the hatch slid open. Stepping inside the repair room was quite large with many droids being operated on at the same time. There were two people standing around a table, like an operating table, looking down at something with a head and feet.

For some reason, I had a feeling it was C-1138.

"Magnificent, isn't it?" a deep, low voice asks, a gloved hand rolling over the droid's smooth surface. "A protocol droid, one that is so full of energy and will..." hissed the voice. Venturing closer, it was a woman feeling the droid up. Standing opposite of her was another woman, young with short black hair, fair skin, wearing all black, head hung low, eyes closed in a rather submissive form, hands clasped together low in front of her.

"Yes, mistress" said the other woman, a defeated tone.

"When we're done removing your memory, my pretty, I'll make you my own little sex servant. Oh! I'm going to give you the biggest banger you've ever seen!" laughed the gloved woman.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

Aima was perched on a small work platform 4 stories above engineering. She had the access panel open. Inside the energy and control conduit she had removed some of the critical wires. It had caused sparks, fire, and smoke. Amidst this chaos, she switched the emergency switch relay to the on position.

“This little act will tip the scales in favor of the outer worlds.” Aima thought. A decisive strike against the Sith forces in this sector. One of their ships disabled. Nothing that could result in a counter strike by the Sith. The disabled ship would take months to repair. She adjusted the power flow to the tractor beams in the aft hanger bay. She also turned off deflector shields and sensors for the turbo cannons. She could not control the armored door from this power conduit.

“Now to put the magnetic flash suppressors back” She said to herself. With the rewiring she had done there was no room for the suppressors. She looked at the suppressors and then the small space. They would not fit. “Well, they are not really needed.” She said to herself and just left them on the work platform.

She worked her way off the platform and back down to main engineering. That was when she sensed another powerful force user. It was someone from the darkside, and the energy felt like it was coming from the aft section of the ship.

Force sensitive beings can sense each, particularly when they use force abilities. Aima was well trained on how to suppress her signature. She had detected the darkside force user and they had detected her.

“Biggs might be in trouble” Aima concluded. She hurried toward the aft droid repair station.

Meanwhile

Near the Bridge of the Black Adder, Darth Dultash sat in his private chamber waiting for Commander Pimsuco and Commander Moinu to report. He was growing impatient. He got up and walked back onto the command bridge.

“Bring up a view of the aft hanger bay” He instructed soldier manning the main view controller. Suddenly, on the large screen, was the hanger bay and a view of The Outlander. All around the ship were repair droids busy at work. There were even technicians and engineers assisting in the repairs.

“What is going on?” Darth Dultash asked in a puzzled voice.

Aft Droid Repair station
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ynk0J_n9K4

Aima walked into the repair room which was quite large and filled with broken droids. There were only three people in the room, two standing around a table, and a third casually looking at droids as if inspecting them. It took a second, but Aima realized that person was Biggs.

She could sense that one of the people near the table was from the dark side.

“Oh Druk” Aima whispered to herself, pulling out her lightsabre. She had not wanted to expose herself yet, but it looked like she would have little choice. She hoped Biggs would not freak out that she was working for the resistance movement, it might complicate things.

“Step away from that droid” Aima said firmly. The two people looked up and turned to her. They had not seen Biggs, he was in their blind spot.

“Well, well … what have we here?” A female voice asked. Aima caught the smell of brine. She figured out the other fighter was Quarren. She knew who that was, so she decided it was time to reveal herself. She pulled back her hood.

“My name is Aima Edo and I afraid you pick the wrong person to question. I would suggest you just move along and pretend you did not see me.” Aima said as she got into a fighting crouch and activated her lightsabre. The brilliant light beam sprang out, but the color of the beam shifted through spectrum.

 

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The woman that was fawning over C-1138 chuckled as she stood erect, turning towards Aima. "You little fool" smiling from ear to ear, the gloved woman revealed herself. "You come all this way just to kill me, and you only brought yourself? Do you expect to escape?"

"One is all I need" Aima replied as her lightsaber hummed.

"How tragic," the woman replied, pulling off her cloak and letting it fall to the deck, revealing her black figure wrapped in leather and light armor. On her hip was her own lightsaber. Holding out her left hand, the Force drew the weapon out and activated with a hiss as the red beam extended. Savoring the event, the Sith twirled the saber in her left hand as she strutted away from the table then towards Aima, and away from me. To keep me in her blind spot, Aima carefully stepped so that this Sith would keep her back to me. Perfect. That only left that one other Sith standing by the table, the submissive one.

Aima was giving me the chance to take the droid and make a run back to the Outlander. If this Sith knew that I was here, the alarm would be raised and this bay would be flooded with Sith and droids.

"When we're done here," said the Quarren. "I'm going to enjoy watching as your body is picked apart by our droids. You'll beg for death, but you will not get it. Not until you're licking my boots."

"When we're here, you won't have any boots to lick!" Aima countered.

The Quarren laughed, beckoning Aima with her right hand extended, "Show me what you have, runt!"

Now was my chance. The other Sith, that meek looking one, she stood at the head of the table, watching the two duel. Drawing my blaster from its holster, tip-toing the table and machinery, I was inclined to just shoot her in the back of the head. That wasn't a bright idea. The discharge would give me away. Knocking her out would be a better option. Knock this Sith out, free my buddy, and together we would sneak back to the Outlander. Hearing the high-intensity clash of those laser swords, hiss, repeatedly, it also begged the question-if Aima needed my help. Seeing how effortlessly Aima was swirling her sword, naw, she didn't need me. Not here. Maybe she would need a grand exit.

The Sith gasped and tensed up when the cold muzzle of my blaster touched the back of her head. "Say one word and I'll blow your head off" I hissed into the woman's ear. She raised her gloved hands. They were empty. With my free hand I felt around her backside and hips for anything hidden on her, nothing except a comm-link. Taking that, I ordered her, "Free my buddy here. One wrong move, one word, and you're done."

The black haired woman obeyed, undoing the restraints from head down to the feet, hands still raised she stepped aside.

"Thank you, sir!" C-1138 sat up and began to say before I whispered for him to keep quiet.

With my buddy free, what do we do? Aima and the Quarren, their sabers were connecting with a hiss and a screech. The Quarren did an attack with a running start and sailed through the air like a bird and came down with her red saber, missed Aima, and stabbed it into the deck. I got my buddy. Now we could move to the hanger. Keeping my blaster at the woman, C-1138 slid off the table and shuffled for the hatch as I began to follow. Now I had to deal with this woman. Perhaps she sensed that her usefulness was done and I was coldhearted enough to just shoot her. I wasn't Sith. I wasn't that heartless. I was a smuggler, maybe a thief, but not a killer. The woman, looking at me and then at the duel, with wide eyes she looked back at me and said, "Please! Take me with you!"

It smelled like a trick. Karabast! Fine. Maybe I could use her as a shield. Flicking my blaster over, the woman quickly, quietly, jogged over to me. Pointing with my blaster, she was directed to walk in front of me while my buddy walked to my right. "You try anything," I warned the woman, "And the first shot goes into the back of your head." Drawing my hood over my head, I gave Aima one last look. She saw me and nodded.

Walking out of the droid repair bay, there was a parting gift, throwing a thermal detonator among the machines to cause some damage and draw these freaks away from us. Now our escape was underway. The woman kept her head low while walking through the corridors. My blaster was concealed inside my cloak but still in hand, ready to shoot my way out. My buddy shuffled along looking at everything. "Try to blend in, buddy" whispering to him.

"I'm trying, sir" C-1138 replied. "Being a Sith is not in my programming."

Piecing it together

Darth Dultash pointed to one of the bridge technicians, "You! Get me someone in the hanger bay!"

"Yes, m'lord!" the technician replied.

A moment later, a semi-opaque yellow hologram appeared before the Sith lord of a bay engineer underneath the Outlander as droids repaired the landing gear. "What is going on?" growled Darth Dultash.

"M'lord" the engineer snapped to attention and nervously coughed, "We were ordered by Commander Pimsuco to repair this ship upon their return."

"Their return?" the Sith lord hissed. "Where is Commander Pimsuco?"

Giving an answer of uncertainty or no answer at all was certainly mean a quick death at the hands of the Sith. Knowing it was coming, the engineer stammered, lips quivering, "I-I..."

"I don't want excuses!" Darth Dultash roared, so powerful that it was heard throughout the deck. "I want Commander Pimsuco before me this instant!"

"Yes, m'lord!" the engineer snapped.

We were still not near the hanger bay. It was working. Our prisoner here was keeping up the façade. It appeared to be all working until several armed Sith soldiers trotted by, bent on a mission. "What's going on?" whispering to our prisoner.

"They must know about your friend" said the black haired woman. "They must be looking for her."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Saqol and Aima

Darth Saqol was smiling, she raised her curved red lightsaber.

"You fight well." She smirked as she walked towards Aima, appraising her. Aima had regained her footing and was holding her blade up in defiance. She had been able to distract the powerful Sith Lord long enough for Biggs, the robot technician and C-1138 to escape. But she had also learned that this warrior was very skilled at fighting. Aima was not sure she could win this battle.

“You have doubts… you should!” Darth Saqol screamed as the dark warrior launched herself at Aima.

Aima blocked her deadly attacks, as she rapidly gave ground to the increasingly ferocious attacks. Aima narrowly ducked a lightsaber swing from Saqol. The Quarren form was flawless and precise. Combined with her use of the force to throw objects at Aima, kept Aima off balanced. Aima found herself growing increasingly desperate to hold off the attacks.

Gritting her teeth, she needed to go all in. She increased her speed and struck back. But Saqol defended against her coordinated assault. Suddenly, pain exploded through her right forearm as Saqol’s blade score a hit. As Aima turned to protect her arm, Saqol landed a vicious kick to her jaw, sending Aima to her knees.

“The Darkside is stronger. You lack training in the Force” Saqol gloated as she had not seen Aima trying to throw anything with her mind yet.

That was not a skill she had. But she had other skills, one that the Sith Lord would learn about very soon.

“Ok, enough fiddle fucking around. Time to show you what I can do!” Aima declared as she launched into her next attack.

After a series of thrust and parries, Saqol took a big swing to cut Aima in half. Aima ducked and then rolled out of the way. The move was so quick and smooth that Aima ended up back on her feet before Saqol was ready. Aima rained down blow after blow on the Sith Lord. It took Saqol off balance, until Aima got a chance to kick the Sith right in her pussy. Saqol doubled over in pain.

“You stupid Bitch! Time for you to die!” Saqol countered as she straighten back up. Quarren have one secret weapon from their biology. Squid ink. Under her four tentacle Saqol sprayed squid ink into Aima’s face.

“DRUK” Aima yelled no long able to see. She used the force to continue to fight without the help of her eyes. But she knew that would no last long. So she locked blades with Saqol. As their blades skidded against each other… the Sith Lord was about to learn another feature of Aima’s unique weapon. Aima’s blade changed color to orange. Aima pressed a button on the hilt, closed her eyes and turned her face away. Her blade became super-hot and very bright. Saqol who was leaning in to the blade, screamed in pain as heat burned her face, and the brightness blinded her.

Aima sprang backwards in a backflip away from Saqol.

“Now, we are even!” Aima said.

“I don’t need to see you… to kill you!” Saqol yelled and charged at Aima. Too bad, Saqol did not know one other thing about Aima. Her relationship with the force did not allow her to move objects with her mind, or do Jedi mind tricks, but her had an ability similar to “force lightening”. She could produce fire out of her hands. As Saqol ran at her, Aima threw up her hands and released the “Force Fire”. It was devastating. The flames engulfed Saqol, who screamed as the flames burnt her to a crisp. The Quarren Sith lord was dead in 10 seconds.

Aima breathed a sigh of relief as she found a grease rag to wipe the ink from her face. She knew she had to go and quickly. Every force sensitive Sith would have felt Saqol death. She took off running, back to the Outlander. She noticed the a series of patrols, but managed to avoid the first 2 as she hurried back to the hanger bay.

 

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Almost to the hanger bay. The façade was still working. There was no alarm but there was now more people running past us, Sith, Soldiers, technicians. "What's going on?" asking our prisoner.

"I don't know" the woman replied. "Let me look at something" turning to and walking up to a console in the corridor. C-1138 shuffled up right beside her, inquizitive of what she was doing. "By the Moons!" she whispered. "Yes. Everyone is heading to the droid repair bay," whispering.

"Allright then. We keep going to the hanger," I replied. "Make it brisk!"

On the bridge, Darth Dultash was not pleased. Staring out the windows of his cruiser, his anger was building in having to wait, until this deep, burning, sensation rolled up his body. He could feel the heat, an invisible flame then came the scream, the long, painful, scream of someone being incinerated, slowly, every bit of flesh and muscle peeling away-layer by layer to the bone that turns to ash. "Lock down the ship!" Darth Dultash ordered. "Lock it down, at once!" The bridge crew did not question. The alarm was raised and the hatches began closing.

We were just about to reach the hanger when the alarm blared and the blast doors began to slide shut. "Go!" I yelled and we ran and jumped through with my buddy being surprisingly fast when he needed to be.

There was the Outlander, looking slightly better than it did when it arrived. At least now it was standing on her own legs. Droids were still moving about on the hull as technicians worked on the deck. "That's our ride out of here" I told our prisoner. "We're going on board. If they ask you questions, you're going to plug my droid into the ship and upload the computer."

"Yes, sir" the technician nodded. "What about your friend?"

"Don't worry about her" I replied. "She'll find a way to us. When she does, we're going to get out of here, even if that means blasting our way out." Not being convinced, the technician's lips quivered. "Don't worry" adjusting my hood. "We've been in worse fixes than this."

"Oh, yes" my buddy chirped. "Escaping the bounty hunters near Gand. Horrible place."

"Take it easy, buddy" I whispered. "We're almost there. You and her get on board and plug in. Get the ship ready for takeoff and be ready to put on a show."

"Yes, sir" C-1138 replied.

"The ship is locked down" the technician warned. "How are we going to get out?"

"Leave that to me" I replied. "Get on board." Those two shuffled towards the ramp as I went towards one of the other technicians working feverishly on his data-pad. Even with the ship on lock down, he was duty bound to fulfill his order to repair the ship. He snapped to attention when I stomped up to him, a cold leer in my eyes. "Report" I demanded.

"Sir, the damage was quite extensive. We've repaired the landing gear, as requested. However, this heap of space junk is in dire need of a complete overhaul if you continue to use it."

Inside I was thinking, 'Tell me something I don't know!'

"We couldn't access the onboard computer. It locked us out," the man replied. "But we did make the ship flyable, at least." Under regular circumstances I would be grateful for someone who was diligent in their duties, I may even pay them. Not here. "Why is the ship on lockdown?"

"All I know is, sir. There's an emergency in the aft section of the ship. What is causing this, I do not know. But no one can leave the ship."

Inside the Outlander, C-1138 shuffled towards the ship's computer and asked our prisoner to plug him in, which she did. "What's going to happen?"

"The Captain is always prepared for such circumstances, ma'am," my buddy replied. "I suggest you find a seat and strap yourself in."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

Aima made it to the door entering the aft hanger bay. But the door was locked as part of the lockdown. She had no way to get to the Outlander.

“DRUK” she gasped.

She thought about using her light sabre to cut her way into the hanger bay, but that would draw a LOT of attention. She also knew there was another problem even if she got into the hanger bay. The huge armored hanger bay doors were closed. She might make it to the Outlander… but they could not leave.

She needed to figure out a way to open both the door she was standing in front of and the large armored hanger bay doors. Then an idea struck her.

“Perhaps the loss of the solar ionization reactor will force the Sith to launch a ship to recover it.” She thought. Being in gravity of the planet Bespin will make them launch a ship quickly.

“This will work out great!” Aima stated proudly as she pulled out her commslink and press the “activate” button.

The Bridge of the Black Adder

All hell broke out as suddenly the massive solar ionization reactor disconnected from the ship’s power grid. The ship lost power as the emergency backup power systems took a moment to kick in. The power plant traveled part way down the catastrophic release tub and then stopped. The core was still generating power and when the power plant was stopped a huge short occurred. This resulted in a fire, followed quickly by an explosion. The main reactor was damaged in the explosion and was out of control. It was only a matter of time before it exploded catastrophically.

The ship’s crew had no way to control the reactor as it had been disconnected from the control systems. Ironically, the safety system design to keep them safe, was now going to destroy the ship.

“I can’t shut down the reactor… It is going to blow!” Screamed the officer on the bridge.

“Sir… you must order an evacuation of the ship… Immediately” The senior officer advised Darth Dultash.

“Evacuate the ship” Darth Dultash ordered as he headed for his private shuttle.

Aima

Aima was not aware of the damage she had caused. But the hanger bays doors did open. She sprinted into the hanger bay. The Black Adder ship wide announcing system was telling everyone to evacuate the ship as Aima jumped onboard the Outlander.

“I wonder why they are evacuating the ship?” She said to herself. She would not be wondering that if she knew how important magnetic flash suppressors are for a power conduit. By not putting the suppressors back in the conduit, she had caused the power reactor to get stuck in the emergency tube.

The exit ramp on the Outlander began to close, but Aima could see the huge armored hanger bay doors opening. They had a way out!

 

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Grasping the controls and turning over the engines, I yelled, "Strap yourselves in! This is going to get rough!"

"I like rough" Aima smiled, buckling herself beside me.

Directly behind me, our prisoner sat, hugging herself, knees tucked up to her chin. When she looked to see Aima looking back at her, she nervously smiled, "Hehe. Hi?"

"I thought you didn't normally take passengers?" Aima snorted.

"Eh. I had to make an exception in this case" I replied.

Turning the Outlander about and going for the now open hanger bay doors, we slid out of the cruiser in time to see escape pods being jettisoned with a few, small, Sith ships emerging as well. There was much confusion that we could sneak away without anyone noticing.

We were noticed.

Darth Dultash was not one to run away with his tail between his legs. He was humiliated, having lost his cruiser. Now their grip on Bespin was loose. The people could rise up and revolt, probably push out the occupiers, for a short period of time. Instead of jumping into one of the escape pods with the others, Dultash jumped into his personal interceptor with several others.

Inside, the reactor was stuck and with the magnetic flash suppressors gone, the energy being released were now back firing into the reactor. It was tearing itself apart in a spectacular fashion. Pulses of bright light thumped back into the reactor that shot it back out, cutting through the bowels of the ship from bow to stern, ripping through the floors and incinerating anyone left on board.

Then came the big one, the reactor completely exploded, ripping the remains of the cruiser into so many pieces that it couldn't be counted. Having to turn about to catch a glimpse of the cruiser's final moment, a brilliant flash of white and yellow that made us close and shield our eyes. Turning away, the concussion blast rocked the Outlander, spinning us end over end. We lost altitude. Grabbing the yoke, pushing for the spoilers to correct this, I struggled. "Grab the stick!" yelling over at Aima. "Pull towards you!" this she did as I turned off the main engine, full spoilers, and hit the landing thrusters.

C-1138 was still plugged into the computer but not strapped down. He was thrown to the ceiling and then to the deck before bouncing about while still tethered. "Oh, my!" he screamed. "Stop this madness!"

We were trying. The button pushing and stick pulling was having some effect. We were still falling but levelling out. Kicking in the landing thrusters one last time, giving it some extra juice, the Outlander was upright. Aima pulled the stick and the main engine kicked in, launching us back up. By now the floating city had disappeared, we were encompassed by bright yellow clouds.

Pressed against our seats, we rejoiced when we broke the cloud ceiling, Bespin hovered just off to our right. The remains of the Sith cruiser were raining around us. A few pieces struck us but caused no damage. "We did it!" I yelled.

"Whoo!" Aima thrust both fists into the air. "That was better than sex!" Our prisoner blushed while hiding her face behind her black gloved hands. "We got what we came for, let's get out of here."

"Right. I'll plug in coordinates for our jump to hyperspace," I began to say when our scope flashed, chiming a warning. Both Aima and myself hovered our faces over the scope, multiple yellow triangles were converging on us from directly in front. Looking outside the cockpit, they were not even dots yet because of the clouds.

That didn't last more than ten seconds before many black specks appeared followed by the crack and twang of laser bolts slicing about and thumping into the Outlander. "Shields up!" I yelled, pressing the button.

"Uh-oh!" gasped our prisoner. "What do we do?!"

"On those turrets-NOW!" I commanded to both of them.

 

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Biggs, Aima and Tan

"What is your name?” Aima asked the young woman.

“Tan Herboa” She replied.

"Ok Tan! Get into one of the gun wells and power it up. It's pretty straight forward, it'll pretty much aim itself." Aima called back to their new passenger.

"Ok." Tan answered with concern in her voice. It could not be that easy.

She climbed up into the ventral gun well and powered up the guns.

“Shield deflector’s are angled back at the chasing fighters” Biggs told Aima. The ship shuttered as the shields took fire from fighters. Biggs started to make evasive maneuvers. C-1138 was thrown around again. He gasped “I’m going to spew hydraulic fluid”

"Hold it together C-1138" Aima said. She and Tan both saw the incoming Sith fighters!

The Sith fighter was a hybrid of various technologies. A single-seat fighter, with a cargo capacity of forty kilograms and provisions for one day, the craft had not been designed with the comfort or safety of the pilot in mind. Mass-produced to be small, lightweight, and agile, the integrity of the fighter's hull was minimal, as were the life support systems.

The fighters were powered by a prototype twin ion drive system of Rakatan origin. The power generated by the dual engines and thrusters afforded the fighter maneuverability nearly to the point of instability. Equip with laser cannons, one at each outward edge, allowed the fighter a broad attack arc, while its small forward and rear profiles made it difficult to target.

“Those are fast little suckers!” Aima commented as the fighter raced past them.

Tan opened up with defensive laser fire from the ventral gun well. The turret spun and twisted with her head and arm movements. It was harder to aim, then Aima had said, but she got the hang of it quickly. She naturally had good aim and the Sith fighters quickly were forced to respect her firing arcs. She had already damaged one fighter, which had broken off its attack and limped away.

“One down!” She yelled to Aima.

Two fighters realized the lower turret position had not fired yet. Thinking it was unmanned, they proceeded to attack the lower half of the ship. Aima started blasting back. The fighters were completely caught off guard and exploded in twin fireballs.

Aima laughed insanely as she fired the guns “TAKE THAT ASS-WIPES!!” she yelled as the fighters exploded.

“Two down” She yelled back at Tan and Biggs. She noticed a group of fighters gathering to attack Tan’s position and another set moving in front of the ship to attack. The group in front is where she felt the presence of the dark side. It was strong. It must be Darth Dultash!

“Get ready Tan and Biggs… they are after you next!” Aima called out.

Tan was firing her guns like crazy, which held off the group attacking the top of the ship. Aima was wondering what Biggs was going to do. Then she noticed the shields move to the front of the ship. Double strength! What was Biggs doing?

 

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All the jinking about was throwing off the aim of the Sith fighters while at the same time preventing us from escaping. We couldn't go into hyperspace because we couldn't get steady coordinates. As the dorsal turrets thumped away, I had one eye on the scope and the other looking outside the cockpit. This was getting bad. Sith were relentless.

When I heard Aima give the warning, my eyes caught multiple black specks forming in front, then came the chirp from the scope of more fighters forming above us. Craning her head to look up, outside the windows of the turret, Tan gasped, "Oh, no!" We were in a vice. Can't climb, nor dive, the fighters will just swarm us. We couldn't go backwards in atmosphere. There was only one way and it wasn't the brightest idea.

Aiming the Outlander at the front formation, shields were moved to double-front and I applied more thrust. The Outlander rolled forward in a straight line. The fighters above orbited then began diving in slicing attacks going from top to bottom. Both Tan and Aima fired relentlessly. If they were saying anything, I didn't hear them as I had drowned out everything around me. "You fellas want to joust?" I smirked. "Allright then. Let's do it!"

Seeing us coming, Darth Dultash was delighted. He envisioned that we would flinch, either climb or dive and his fighters would be all over us, their combined fire turning us into a funeral pyre, falling amongst the clouds streaming flame.

On came the Outlander, dorsal turrets spinning and firing away. Gripping the stick of his fighter tightly, Darth Dultash yelled to his wingmen, "Focus fire! Take them down!" All at once they opened up, bright crimson laser bolts struck the shields. "Press forward and hold formation!"

The distance was rapidly dwindling. One kilometer, 0.9, 0.7, 0.5... Their combined fire had broken through the first layer of shields and were eating through the second. My baby wasn't designed for this kind of abuse. Now the impacts were rattling the ship. Drat! There goes the last of the shields, we were so close now I could make out the design of the cockpits. Black gouges were developing along the front of the ship. Time for more power. Thrust was fully applied, I was pressed into my seat.

"He's not breaking off!" one pilot screamed.

"He's crazy!" screamed another.

"I said to hold formation!" Darth Dultash ordered.

"No!" screamed a third.

These guys think that I'm going to blink? My ship is bigger than all of theirs. I got shields, I got turrets, I got armor, and I had the insanity to not blink. As strong as these fools like to call themselves, when they finally have someone challenge them, most cave in.

"Hello!" I smiled. Like a wave, the Outlander slammed into the formation and it shattered with a terrific crack, flashes of light. Those dinky Sith fighters blew apart into thousands of pieces with relative ease. One struck its left wing against the top of the ship, slicing a deep gouge in the hull as it cartwheeled past Tan. They were so close that she could see the horror in the pilot's eyes as his tiny ship broke apart and fell away in a ball of flames. Another tried to climb at the last moment and caught the full front of the Outlander and it blew up, spraying shrapnel and everything else around the ship. Several more of their fighters broke formation erratically and ended up crashing into one another. Two of them exploded directly above and rained flaming fragments onto the ship.

She was rugged, the Outlander, despite all the insults, she shrugged it all off and kept going, that didn't mean she was immune. The console was going nuts with flashing lights and warnings. In the engine compartment, the emergency extinguishers were activated when flaming debris was sucked into the vent plates. Several armor panels were blown off and she was riddled with gouges. Thankfully the engines were still fully functional. All of us inside the Outlander were thrown about by the impacts. I myself was thrown out of my seat. Getting back into my position, I heard Aima called down, "You allright?"

My eyes were wide, the windshield of the cockpit was sprayed in a dense, black/red liquid that smeared in the airstream. My first thought was, it was oil or vehicle fluid. Nope. When I didn't answer, Aima said firmly, "Are. You. Allright?!"

"Somebody's guts are all over my windshield!" I yelled back, more annoyed at the mess than anything else.

"Are they yours?!" Aima yelled.

"Naw. I'm fine!" I replied. "How about you and Tan. You two allright?"

"I'm allright!" Tan coughed. "Aima?"

"I'm great!" Aima smiled.

"You think we got them all?" Tan nervously asked.

"It's never that easy" Aima replied.

Taking the controls, I turned the ship around to get a look at Bespin and the remains of the Sith cruiser, large chunks were still falling into the clouds, streaks of black smoke followed them down. A few of the fighters, maybe a dozen, were limping away. Escape pods and shuttles were heading to the floating city bearing Sith survivors. Now was our chance to escape, we no longer had a tail. Something was telling me not to go just yet.

One of those fighters limping back was Darth Dultash. He had, at the last moment, kicked his fighter onto its left wingtip to try and get over the top of the Outlander, only to strike her face and flip end over end. Losing control, he plummeted into the clouds and thought to have perished only for him to climb back out, his twin-ion engines sputtered to stay alive, a thin stream of smoke followed him back up. Breaking clear of the clouds, the Sith lord followed his comrades heading back to Bespin. Out of the corner of his left eye he saw the Outlander turn about and also head towards the floating city.

"Are we going back?" a confused Tan asked, still in her turret.

"Yeah. We're going to finish off those fighters, so they can't follow us anymore" I replied.

 

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Aima

Could not believe Biggs just rammed into the Sith fighters! It was a crazy wild thing she would do, not Biggs.

“I have never heard of anyone doing that! That was totally crazy!” Aima commented as she moved to the cockpit.

“That was insane” Tan commented from her turret. Then Biggs turned the ship around and started to chase the retreating Sith fighters.

"Are we going back?" a confused Tan asked from her turret.

"Yeah. We're going to finish off those fighters, so they can't follow us anymore" Biggs explained.

Aima closed her eyes for a second and focused her mind. “The only one you need to shoot down is that one” Aima said pointing to the one tailing the thin black smoke.

“But…” Biggs was about to protest

“Trust me. That is the Sith Lord. The other pilots will surrender at cloud city. Cloud City can use them in negotiations with the Sith Empire. You only need to take down that ship” Aima told Biggs and pointed to the small fighter.

Biggs accelerated the Outlander towards the lone Sith fighter. As he got into range, the fighter started to do some evasive maneuvers.

“Stay on him” Aima said as the fighter banked up and suddenly flipped around. The fighter’s guns pointed right at the Outlander, and the Outlander had no forward shield!

Biggs, however, was ready for the maneuver and open fired with everything the ship had… which was a lot. The forward guns on the Outlander were of a gatling design, Bigg’s unique add to the ship. The volume of fire they could produce was amazing and unexpected by most opponents. The Sith fighter was cut to pieces in a split second and the ship exploded in a fireball.

“WOW, Biggs, you and this ship are full of surprises!” Aima said placing her hands on his shoulders.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Sinking into my chair, "After all these years, you gotta adapt," I smiled up at her. Only then did I take a moment to collect myself. This whole operation was improvised and I'm sure that Aima is wondering why there's another passenger on board, let alone a crewmember on that Sith cruiser. Part of me was tempted to keep her on for the rest of the mission, have an extra pair of hands. The other, well, she wasn't part of the mission. We would have to have a sit down and discuss this, all three of us.

Before I could say anything, Tan's voice was on the intercom, "Hey, guys? Can Sith fly?" still in her turret.

"Not after what just happened, why?" I began to say.

"Because he's flying!!" Tan screamed.

"Who is-" my mouth opened, then, looking outside and up, a black figure fell from the colorful sky and landed next to the cockpit, whipping out his red light sabre during his fall.

"I will KILL YOU!" the Sith Lord hissed, half his face burned away by the loss of his fighter.

"Ditch him!" Aima yelled. That I tried, pitching the Outlander hard over in a series of spiral turns while leave the floating city behind. The maneuver was so sudden that Aima was thrown about in the cockpit. Tan twisted her guns about to try and shoot him off. Pressing the trigger, the cannons fired, only to be deflected away by the flick of his red blade. Then he ran up and slashed the barrels, cutting them into, rendering them useless. Staring at the gunner in the turret, the Dark Lord recognized her. "When I'm done with them, you traitor, I will ensure that you never see the light again!"

Tan abandoned the turret and jumped back into the hull of the ship. No amount of twisting or turning was losing this guy. Then I tried climbing, maybe getting into space will kill him. Punching the throttle, up we went. My baby was badly damaged but she would hold together.

Realizing this, the Sith held out his hand and used a Force Push to shatter the window of the turret and jumped in. "He's inside!" Tan yelled. "Get away from me!"

"You keep flying!" Aima said. "Get us into space. I'll deal with our stowaway!"

Leaving the cockpit, Aima locked the door so that, if she failed, he would not get to me so easily. Lightsaber at her side, she ignited it as she heard the clatter of a struggle, Tan screaming followed by grunts and groans. "Come here!" Dultash yelled.

Walking into the center of the ship, Aima found the source of the noise, the Dark Lord has grasped Tan from behind and was squeezing her chest as she struggled, "I'm going to enjoy you when I'm done," he hissed into her ear.

"Hey!" Aima called out, getting his attention. "Let her go!" aiming the tip of her saber at him.

With a wide smile, he threw Tan to the deck and she scurried away. Drawing his saber, he held it high over his head, cutting into the ceiling. "You are Jedi? Then you'll die just like the rest."

In his thirst for revenge, the Sith lord didn't realize that, just behind him and above was the docking hatch and we had now entered space. He was too busy sizing up his opponent, leering at her with unblinking, sinister, yellow eyes. "You've ruined everything!"

"Good!" Aima smiled. "I hope you like rides because, you're about to go on one."

Just then I pitched the Outlander in second series of rolls. Aima was prepared for it this time, grasping a rail. Tan and the Sith were not. Tan was thrown to the ceiling and came back down with a crash. She was allright. The Sith, though, he was bouncing off the ceiling and the walls. "Stop this!" he screamed.

I could hear him through the intercoms, his screaming made me chuckle. Someone so powerful can't deal with gravity.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

Biggs turning and twisting of the ship was affective, and bought Aima some time. But as the ship moved away from the planet and into space. The ship’s automatic gravity generators came on as well as a self-healing force shield was placed over the damaged laser turret.

Sith Lord was able to get back on his feet. Aima did nothing and waited for him to rise.

“I’m not a Jedi master” Aima corrected Dultash

"Then you will die quickly.” Dultash growled advancing on Aima.

“Attacking me is not a smart move!” Aima said, a glow all over her face. “My people, the Echani, have always been known for their martial prowess. From an early age we are taught to communicate and express ourselves through combat. I can communicate to you exactly how I feel!”

The two light sabre clashed inside the Outlander. Dultash and Aima, testing each other’s abilities. Dultash was very skilled in the use of the lightsaber. But he lacked other fighting skills. Aima grew confident on how to defeat the Sith Lord.

"Last chance… to backdown” Aima warned Dultash as their duel grew more intense.

“Backdown? I think not… TIME TO DIE BITCH!!” Dultash yelled and rushed at Aima. Aima backed away, deflecting his attacks. As the lord moved around the large room, he again stood under the docking hatch.

“Bye, Bye” Aima said with a smile on her pretty face. She pushed the emergency open button with one hand, as her other grabbed a railing. The docking hatch opened. Everything not nailed down was sucked into the vacuum of space. That included a shocked Dultash!

Aima pushed the close button, resealing the docking hatch. Biggs watched as Dultash blasted into space. He grew smaller as the ship quickly moved away from Sith Lord. Biggs rotated the ship 180 and fired his forward lasers at the Sith Lord. The man was blown into millions of roasted pieces.

“I think you got him this time” Aima said as she rejoined Biggs in the cockpit. She leaned over and kissed him. She kissed him right on the lips. He did not resist the kiss, the passion that passed between the two of them was electric. When their lips finally separated, Aima was gasping for breath. Her face flush with excitement.

“Wow … that was some kiss!” She whispered back to him. She reached over and pushed the Hyperdrive button. The ship jumped into hyperspace.

Biggs stood up, and kissed Aima again. As they moved toward his cabin still kissing, he ordered C-1138 to watch over Tan. “C-1138… make sure our guest is comfortable” He ordered C-1138. Then Aima and him disappeared into the captain cabin, the door closed and was locked.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

“What a mess” C-1138 talked to himself as he cleaned up the interior of the ship.

Tan sat nervously on a crate, hugging herself and watching as the droid moved about. Seeing us disappear into my cabin, her eyes flicked to the cabin door, “Are they…doing…it?” whispering.

“I would believe so, ma’am” my buddy replied with no embarrassment. “Come with me and I’ll show you to your cabin.”

“I-I get a cabin, to myself?” Tan’s eyes grew.

“Yes, ma’am” the droid shuffled across the smooth floor.

Tan was perplexed, all of this was overloading her senses. No one has ever been this nice to her before. Being rescued and now her own room?! She followed the droid to the cabin that was next to mine. It was small, given the space of the ship’s interior, but it had all the homely touches, a bed in the wall, a refresher, small shower, and even a small cooler for refreshments. This cabin had not been used for some time. “This will be yours for the time being,” C-1138 said standing in the doorway as Tan walked in, looking at the dull white interior of the room.
“Will there be anything else, ma’am?” the droid asked.

“No. Thank you,” Tan said softly, sitting on her new padded bed, stroking the cushion surface. Our walls were not soundproof. It wasn’t long until Tan could hear laughing and thumping about. Curious, she went to the wall and pressed her ear against the cold metal wall.

We didn’t miss a beat. As soon as the cabin door closed, and locked, we slowly spun around the interior of the room, lips locked and eyes closed, both sets of hands gracing each other's backs up and down. Going over, I sat on the edge of my bed and spun Aima about to face away from me then she sat on my lap, my arms wrapped around her waist. She drew a sharp breath and let it out slowly, resting her head back against my left shoulder. Aima felt my fingers slide along her belt to the buckle.

Click!

My guest giggled as the belt fell away and was cast aside. This was certainly better than the big breasted Sith Twi'lek. My fingers worked their way up her hips then pulled at the lacing to her blouse. "Oh!" she gasped in surprise, feeling the lacing loosen, allowing her breasts to spill out. I wasn't going to go directly towards those, that was just to ease the tension, or liven things up. It had been a long time since I felt the warmth of a woman, but that didn't mean I've lost my edge.

Aima pressed her backside in my lap, grinding it slowly, feeling me rise, before she pulled away, turned about, and pushed me onto the bed. Looking down my front, she slowly crawled up the length of my body, dragging her chest up all the while her eyes were locked onto mine with a sinister smirk on her lips.

Once more my hands went up and held her slender waist. We weren't going to get right to the action, the making out was first and she knew how to work her lips and her tongue because it was going down my throat! Pulling back and panting for breath, Aima asked, "How long until we reach our destination?"

It was a calculated guess. The Nav-computer was doing the calculations. "About three rotations."

Her smile widened, flashing her white teeth, "Excellent. That gives us more than enough time to get 'familiar' with one another" wagging her eyebrows.

"Oh? And, uh, what about our guest?" dropping my voice down to a whisper. I had a feeling she would be able to hear us.

Aima lifted her eyes towards the wall, feeling Tan's presence. Lowering herself onto my fully, nose to nose, stroking my brown hair, "I don't know. I kinda like her," Aima whispered. "Why don't we let her stay on for awhile then let her choose?"

"Works for me," I said, kissing again before a joke entered my mind. Curling a finger and beckoning her to come down, I whispered my idea and Aima clapped a hand over her mouth to stiffle the laugh. She looked down with a nodd then leaned back, taking a deep breath.

"OH! OH! OH!" Aima yelled. "STICK THAT BIG COCK OF YOURS INTO MY EAR SO YOU CAN FUCK MY BRAINS OUT!" She nearly broke at the end.

Meanwhile, Tan, listening in with her ear to the wall, recoiled and stared at the spot with a perplexed look on her face.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Aima

Aima laughed quietly at the joke they had played on Tan. But as soon as her eyes were back on Biggs, she licked her lips. Her gaze travelling down his hard body. She opened his shirt to see his powerful chest.

Biggs hands were on her hips. Aima’s breasts, those gorgeous firm huge breasts, spilled out from her outfit. She leaned forward, pushing into his chest as they shared equal desire. They kissed again.

Bigg’s kiss had turned her on like a light switch. She was burning brightly for him. She melted in his arms as they continued to kiss. Aima’s heart was pounding in excitement, she felt her nipples hardening and her pussy tingling in anticipation.

“Oh, Biggs” Aima moaned. She had a good feeling about this encounter. Normally, she never got attached to anyone. Biggs was different and she had no idea why. She looked into his eyes as she ran her hands over his chest.

“MMM” she moaned. Then she reached up grabbed the zipper on her outfit and pulled it down. She continued until the zipper reached her waist. She undid the top part of the suit with a click. She pulled the top half off, fully exposing her big breasts, and slim waist. Her chest swayed as she tossed the suit away.

“I hope my body pleases you” Aima purred and moved closer to Biggs their chests pressed against each other again.

"Oh... very much so." Biggs grinned.

Watching her undress had been erotic. Watching her firm huge breasts sway with their hard nipples was exciting too. As her breasts pushed into his chest he shucked his shirt from his shoulders to the floor, now they were both half naked. His arms again wrapped around her, pulling her hard into him. He could feel her nipples raking his skin as he pushed his lips against hers again, his tongue sliding into her warm wet mouth, meeting her tongue, fighting it on its own ground. His hands caressed her bare back marveling at the softness of her skin but also the underlying muscles so tense now. Then downward, over her tight ass, the thin skintight armor leggings not hiding a single curve of her body from him as his fingers explored then found the zipper and catch at the front of the leggings. He kept the kiss going as his experienced fingers unclipped the catch and slowly pulled the zipper down till the front of her legging opened as if inviting him inside. It was an invitation he had no desire to reject. One hand slid inside her legging, the armor thin and pliable as his hand slipped down into the warm wetness finding her soaked pussy. He cupped it hard, fingers gripping as he finally pulled back from the kiss, smiling, looking into her beautiful eyes.

Biggs’ fingers had massaged her excited clit and wet pussy giving Aima a taste of things to come. As he pulled back his hand, he asked her to finish undressing him. Aima looked down at the obscene bulge that had formed his pants. Her hands moved along the front of his pants, outlining the tent his hard cock had formed. His engorged cock pressing against the center zipper.

Aima leaned forward and kissed the bugle. She reached up and unsnapped the top clasp of his pants. Gripping the zipper, she pulled it down slowly. His pants pealing back like a banana skin revealing the top of his underwear. She continued to unzip his pants, until she could pull them off with no difficulty. Aima eyes focused only on the outline of his tool of pleasure which pressed so urgently against his underwear. His cock was big, she could tell that. She grabbed both sides of his underwear and pulled them down gently. His hard shaft appeared and she kept pulling down the underwear. More and more of his thick hard shaft was discovered. “OH MY” Aima moaned as she realized the true size of his cock. As she reached the end of it, his cock broke free and hit his stomach with a "thwack". His cock was erect and rigid, swaying and throbbing in front of her.

Aima kissed the end of his cock. Then she rubbed his huge cock along her face, between her large breasts. “WOW… it is too big for my ear” She whispered to Biggs as a little joke.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

It had been a long time since I felt the warmth of a woman. That big breasted Twi'lek didn't count. That didn't mean I've lost my touch, certainly hope I didn't. Aima had things well in hand. "I hope that it's not too big for the other holes" I replied, wagging my eyebrows.

"We'll see," smiled Aima as she sunk her face between my legs, unrolling her tongue, tip touching the hairless sack that send a rushing up my body and a moan escaped my lips. Delighted, Aima dragged the flat of her tongue up, up the length of my rod to the very the very tip that was leaking some tangy pre-cum. Rolling her tongue of the tip, all the while maintaining eye contact, Aima dipped back between my legs and repeated herself. This time, upon reaching the tip, she stretched her mouth as wide as she could before wrapping her tongue around the shaft and taking it down her throat. She was just teasing me, taking only a couple of inches, pretending that it was too much by coughing and sputtering, slurping up her fluids before spitting the head, a couple good strokes got all lubed up once more.

Batting her eyes, Aima stretched her jaw and took me back down her throat. The walls tightened but she didn't struggle this time, one hand grasping the sack and squeezing it tenderly, rapping the fingers, all the way down. To my astonishment she felt like she could keep going even with all of it in her mouth! That's talent!

"You like that?" Aima smiled, allowing the wet rod slide down her neck and lay across her large, firm breasts.

"Oh, very much so" I replied, enjoying the show with a smile.

"Aren't you glad you took passengers this time?" the woman teased. Before I could reply, she took me back down her throat, pulled back and went back down again. She struck her rhythm, the fat head striking the back of her throat because she was only going halfway to speed it up. Not that she was in a hurry. One hand held the rod steady, the other grasped my left thigh tightly, those breasts pressing against my bare inner thighs.

Coughing it back out and clearing her throat, Aima smeared the juices of the rod over her face once again. "Ah. It's so good!" not lowering her voice. Neither was I. Tan knew what we were doing. C-1138 would just ignore it as he did his duties.

"I got an idea" I said.

"Oh? What'd ya got?" her face lit up.

"Climb up here," patting my chest with both hands. Thinking we were going to get to the good part, Aima stood and came about to the side of the bed and climbed on, "No. Turn around, keep using that mouth of yours."

"You're kinky for a smuggler" the woman bit her lower lip.

"Like you said, I'm full of surprises," I replied.

"Let's just hope your last surprise don't come out too early" she smirked. Turning about, she slowly lowered herself across my body. A 69 position, could not remember the last time I've ever done something like this. Aima was just the right woman to do it with, she was eager and skilled enough. Wonder what else she was good at.

Just as soon as she laid herself onto me, my firm rod was back down her throat. Looking over her firm backside I could see her long hair bobbing quickly, both hands now squeezing my sack, first it was tender then it was a little hard. She was feeling exciting seeing how large the sack was, so much of it ready to come out.

Been such a long time, thankfully I remembered how it all worked. Tips of the fingers found and pried apart her firm cheeks to reveal her tight holes, when they were touched, she quivered with my rod in her mouth, "MmmmMMmmmmMmMM"

I was so excited I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. This was really happening. First a mission, a fight, a rescue, and killed the bad guy. Now, the hero gets his reward. Normally I would ask for credits, this wasn't bad at all.

Eavesdropper

Still curious on what was happening, Tan had her ear against the adjoining wall of our two cabins. Her hearing was good, picking up the moans and our muffled voices following by faint 'uk uk uk uk uk' as Aima used her hot mouth. For some reason this was rather exciting for her. We were her rescuers, people that treated her nicely, and they weren't asking for anything from her. Back on the Sith cruiser, the harassment, the threats, were universal. Being good with repairing droids and electronics didn't mean that you were immune to the Sith lords and their corporal punishments. Despite being on a Sith cruiser, she didn't feel like she was Sith. She knew of The Force but didn't know how it functioned. She was just a tech and being low on the totem pole meant that she would face their wrath for the slightest of slip ups, some of her friends were lost because of their failures at the flick of a light saber. This made her shrink herself until she felt invisible.

 

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Aima and Biggs

Biggs was amazing at sucking Aima’s pussy, while she was sucking on his cock. The Echani fighter could not believe how good it felt. “Wow, did he go to school to learn this” She thought to herself.

His tongue lapping up between her pussy lips. It felt great. She was moaning more and more. The moans were his guide, he knew just what her pussy wanted. He added a finger to rub her clit, as his tongue was wiggling deep inside her pussy.

Aima was quickly headed for an orgasm, Biggs skill was making her hips begin to twitch. She was busying with his huge cock, but his skill was too much. Her hips began to shake harder! She was gasping and moaning.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Aima gasped and then she came! Her body shook as Biggs continued to please her pussy. She felt another orgasm coming on strong after this first one. He kept at it and then the second one hit. It started way down from her inner core, then radiated out to her thighs and belly. With a deep gasp of breath and a tight contraction of her stomach muscles, her pussy pulsed and exploded in orgasm. She muffled her scream of pleasure as her entire body shook hard.

Bigg’s face was all wet from Aima’s orgasms. She had frequently stopped sucking him to enjoy her pussy explosions caused by his licking. But after her second orgasm she focused on him. Grabbed his cock firmly and started to really suck on his cock. It felt amazing. Then she added her hands, stroking his lower cock as her mouth was glued on his upper cock.

As he got close to cumming, Aima moved her head sideways, to let the tip of his cock point up in the air. She used her mouth and tongue tip to lick and suck on the sides of his excited cock. Biggs postponed his orgasm a few times to build up the tension. But Aima wanted him to come. She rubs her tongue vigorously against the rim of his stiff, thick, cock.

Just as Bigg’s cock is throbbing wildly and he is about to cum, Aima puts his massive cock deep into her mouth and waits for the first shot. She was holding his balls firmly to feel when they started to pulse. The vibrations started, then she removed her mouth. Biggs let’s go and came. A strong jet of sperm emerges from his huge cock and flew high up in the air. Followed by another and another. Before the squirting stops, Aima took his cock fully in her mouth to catch all the remaining squirts. She swallowed the cum and kept sucking for several minutes to get every drops.

 

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Her mouth was talented, the tongue wrapped around my width and her suckling made by body flinch in a good way as the muscles contracted. To ensure that every drop was gone, Aima took her time running her tongue around the base of the shaft and up, around the sac and inner thighs. Such diligence and keeping her eyes glued to me at all times.

"Seems that you've been saving yourself" Aima sighed in delight. Pulling back, one hand still wrapped at the base of the shaft, she smiled. Giving a couple more tugs she crawled up and laid beside me. "And you said this would take three rotations?" being our arrival at our destination. "That means we can try a few more things while we have the chance!" giving a wide smile.

It was just then that we heard a clattering next door. It had to be Tan. What she was doing, we didn't know. She was moving around. We both knew that she had been listening in. After all, she saw us come into my cabin. Aima had the wild idea of inviting our 'guest' to join us. The hard part would be to convince her to come over. That's when I took my comm-link and hailed C-1138, "Hey, buddy. Can you ask Tan to come to my cabin?"

"Right away, sir" the droid replied.

We could hear him walking across the grated floor then chime the guest cabin followed by muffled words. A moment later, there was a ring on my cabin door. Holding out her hand towards the lock, Aima released it using her wizard power, and the door slid open. With her head lowered, the black dressed Tan walked in, stopped, and let the door slide shut behind her. "Yes, sir?" she whispered.

"You allright, Tan?" I asked.

That's when she lifted her eyes to reveal me and Aima naked on my bed together. Her fair cheeks became flushed in red. "Oh, my! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were-oh!" holding her gloved hands over her eyes. She turned to leave.

"It's okay, Tan!" Aima called out, almost laughing. "It's okay. Come on over," waving a hand. Our guest nervously shuffled towards us and stood just to the left at the foot of the bed, hands clasped together lower in front of her body, eyes down. I could see her glancing up with her soft eyes to see our uncovered bodies. "You've been listening in, haven't you?"

"Y-yes, mistress" Tan submitted.

That made Aima chuckle, "What's with that kind of talk? I'm not your mistress, Tan" holding a hand to her own chest. "You can call me Aima and this is Biggs, or Captain."

"Yes, A-Aima" Tan whispered.

"Here! Have a seat" Aima replied, throwing her legs off the bed and sitting on the edge, she patted the space next to her. Confused at first, Tan sat beside her naked body, then I sat on the opposite side, sandwiching Tan in the middle. Still red faced, Tan looked at both of us with her gloved hands on her thighs. "Now that you're here" Aima continued, "We wanted to ask if you wanted to join us." That was a double-question, join our crew and join us in the room.

"I don't know" Tan slowly admitted, brushing a few strands of her black hair from her forehead. "No one has ever been this nice to me before" she admitted. "I've been listening..." she bit her lower lip, not wanting to admit she was turned on by all of the ruckus.

"Well, Tan, I'm glad we're the first. We don't have to do anything you don't want to," Aima said.

There was a pause and she noticed that Tan's eyes were glued to my rod dangling between my legs. The former Sith tech was biting her lip and one hand to her mouth to shield it. Sensing her arousal, Aima leaned over, "You like what you see there, Tan?" whispering into her ear. Tan nodded slightly. Knowing she was going to the edge, Aima kept driving, "Just imagine having something that big inside of you, Tan." That made our guest blush red and cover her face with both hands. "You should've seen it. When he came, it was raining!"

"By the Moons!" Tan cried. "Ooooh!" laughing.

Leaning back and winking over at me, Aima continued. "Tell us, Tan, what would you like to do? This is your show now."

The tech's eyes lifted to her and were wide, really? She had a choice? "I honestly don't know. I've never done this before." She noticed now that Aima had a hand on her right thigh. "Could you help me?"

"Sure" Aima smiled then flicked her chin towards me. "Do you think our captain here is cute?"

Looking at her, then at me, and then back, Tan whispered sheepishly, "Yes"

"Then why don't you give him a kiss?" Aima whispered. The tech hesitated. "Remember, you don't have to. You can leave, if you want. No pressure."

Giving a nod and thinking for a moment, Tan turned to me, moistened her lips, closed her eyes and leaned in, giving a quick peck to my right cheek and pulled back. "There ya go!" beamed Aima. "Now it's his turn."

"Wha-" Tan began to say before I touched her chin. Her head jerked towards me and eyes grew wide as I kissed her pink lips. She gasped, closed her eyes, and moaned softly before I pulled back. Out of reaction, Tan's gloved hands grabbed our thighs.

Still teasing, Aima whispered, "You want to see him get bigger?" That made Tan wide-eyed. "Why don't you show our Captain here what you're hiding?" before reaching up and tugging on the zipper to her black uniform. Tan did not resist. If anything she breathed easier having the pressure taken away from her chest as her natural size plopped out. Just a couple inches down released the tension and the bunker busters popped out with deep cleavage

"These are beautiful!" Aima smiled. "Why would you hide these?" cupping the base of them over the little bit of black cloth left that covered them.

"We had to" Tan reluctantly admitted. "No one was allowed to show off their breasts or ass other than the Lords. It was feared that the male Lords would lose their focus if anyone other than the female lords had better bodies." Evidently, the Sith were easily suspicious and jealous of one another quite easily. Tan knew of one instance where a busty blue-skinned Twi'lek Sith apprentice had failed to perform her duties properly for her Sith Lord, that was the cover. The reality was, the Twi'lek was the lover of the Lord and had shacked up with another Sith apprentice and was uncovered. As humiliation, the Twi'lek was forced to get a bukkake in front of the others while her other lover watched.

 

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Aima and Tan

“Ok Tan… you are in a new place, with new rules. Wear what you want.” Aima explained. “Now I’m going to show you, what Biggs likes” Aima said as she dropped to her knees and went to work. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked it, until it was nice and hard.

"Now watch" Aima told Tan.

Aima closed her eyes and her lips slipped over the tip of Bigg's cock. Cooks were wonderful and she loved them. The way they pulsed in her mouth and grew insanely hard. She just thought they were amazing.

"Work on the tip first... then take more in" She told Tan as she bent forward to take in more of Biggs's shaft. This was one of her most favorite parts of giving a blowjob. The feeling of a man pulsating and throbbing cock in her mouth. How something could feel so alive. So stiff on the inside, with ultra smooth skin on the outside.

Aima heard Biggs moan, it made her pussy wet. She didn't have to look at his face to know his expression. Every guy had the same expression when she sucked them off-- bliss. She sucked on it, swirled her tongue, as her mouth came off his cock.

"He will moan when you are doing it correctly." Aima explained.

Aima's hand stroked Biggs's cock as her mouth returned. She took him in deeper, showing off to Tan. Biggs's cock grew harder. She moaned this time, as she got more and more turned on. She gave Biggs a slow suck, working her tongue, lips, and famous suction on him. She sucked to try and draw the cum from him.

"God, what a fucking mouth!" Biggs moaned.

"Wow" Tan gasped "I have to learn how to do that!"

Aima took her mouth off Biggs's huge cock. "Go ahead, give it a try" She suggested.

Biggs watched as Aima moved out of the way as Tan eagerly nodded and moved back into position. Biggs was sitting on the bed, legs over the side and Tan between them.

“Come on Tan. Show me what you’ve learned!” Biggs suggested.

Tan took Bigg’s meaty cock in one hand and opened here mouth cautiously kissing at his sensitive tip. Tan had such a sexy little mouth it made Bigg’s cock look that much bigger in contrast. She gained more confidence and started deep kissing his swollen pink head.

“Now lift up his heavy dick and kiss under his head just like that” Aima suggested.

Tan grabbed Bigg’s cock by the base and lifted, kissing and sucking the sensitive underside. “Oh fuck Tan you’re going to be a pro-cock sucker” Bigg moan. Pre-cum dripping from his cock.

Tan licked her way back up to the tip and began sucking as Aima had. This time she started jerking his cock too. Aima slid next to Tan and cupped his balls. “That’s it Tan. Look how his massive balls are growing tight. It looks like his hot cum is working it’s way out. Keep milking his shaft like that but a little faster to send Biggs over the edge! You’re going to milk this Bull with your wet pussy next!”

Tan’s eyes grew wide as the big cock filled her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out like she was blowing up a large balloon.

Her strokes and were too much for Biggs to take any longer. “Fuck Tan Fuck!” Biggs gripped the bed sheets and leaned his head back. He spread his legs wide making his monster cock vulnerable to Tan’s will.

Loud sloppy sounds escaped Tan’s mouth dripping with a hot saliva/pre cum mixture.

“Don’t stop Tan! Biggs’s going to blow in your mouth!” Aima said joyfully as she watched with great eagerness.

Just then his cock started making uncontrolled muscle spasms and his cum rocketed upward. Tan didn’t let up. A rocket of jizz shot out of the huge cock into her wanting mouth. Aima let out giggles of joy as Tan took load after load and pump after pump of his orgasm.

Tan backed off and gasped for air. Her mouth hung open full of his tasty hot seed. She closed and swallowed it down. “Oh shit?! Is that the cum?!”

Aima laughed at Tan new introduction into womanhood as she leaned and made sure Bigg’s cock was empty. “Yes, it is the cum.” Aima said “I just hope Bigg saved enough to fuck you too!” Aima said as she kissed Tan… lapping up any cum on her lips.

 

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"F-f-fuck me?" Tan sputtered, wiping her mouth with her gloved hands.

"Yes" Aima smiled. "That's if you want to," holding up a finger. "Remember, you have a choice in this."

Drawing a breath and calming herself, Tan flicked her eyes to Aima and then to me, "All right. I'll try it. I want to try it! Please, be gentle" shyly smiling.

"Fantastic!" Aima beamed. "I can't promise he'll be gentle, but you'll enjoy it."

"What do we do?" asked Tan.

"First, we need to soften you up," Aima stood up, holding out her hand to our guest who slowly took it. "Why don't you just lay on the bed right next to Biggs." Tan carefully laid herself on the bed beside me, her eyes wide, looking left and right at both of us, hands across her stomach.

"What happens now?"

Aima leaned in from her right and I scooched up from her left, putting Tan between our hot bodies. She was nervous. To sooth her, Aima stroked her black hair. "I want you to take a breath, let it out" she said softly. "Reeellaaax"

Tan did so.

"You just take it easy and let us do the work" Aima continued. Tan's large eyes followed as Aima lowered herself to Tan's large chest and kissed her right exposed pink nipple, the cold sensation of her mouth sent a shiver up Tan's body. Seeing her like it, Tan continued to suckle her breasts while my left hand reached across, touched her stomach and Tan looked at me then watched as my hand went down and down and down, disappearing under the fabric of her black uniform until it found the spot, the slightest touch made Tan flinch and gasp. "AH!"

"There we go" I replied, working the fingers inside, watching Tan squirm, head flopping left to right, gasping for air.

"Oh, mmmmmm. MooOoOoOn" moaned Tan, her eyes rolling back.

"You like that, Tan?" I asked.

"Yes, sir!" she gasped. "It's...mmmmmm....it feels good, sir!"

This made Aima smile. "You're getting it. 'Dirty Talk' is another tool. You'll find that using it gets them hard real fast as well as a good hand. The better the talk, the bigger the load."

"Yes, ma'am" Tan gasped once more. "Mmmmmmmnnnnnn" feeling my fingers crawl deeper into her.

Either by design or just by sheer reaction, Tan's gloved hands reached out for something to grab. One hand found my rod, the other went up, between Aima's legs and found her spot. One hand stroking, the other fingering, she was multitasking while the two women kissed each other deeply.

Feeling her fluids flow, my fingering picked up pace and that was driving Tan towards the edge that her mouth was enlarged and swallowing Aima's, driving her tongue deep down the Force user's throat.

 

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Tan was the object of two people’s attention. Biggs' fingers made light circles over Tan’s clit as Aima's lips brushed over Tan’s nipples. Aima then cupped her breasts with her hands and squeezed them. Aima hands flexed and eased, and massaged the younger girl’s tits.

Biggs fingers made the light circles over her rock hard, sensitive clit faster. This was driving Tan crazy. Biggs pressed harder at her sensitive clit as Tan moaned louder. “Stroke my clit…” She moaned. “Make my pussy cum” Tan added, trying out some dirty talk. Aima had her nipples excited and Biggs had her pussy excited. Encouraged by Tan’s sounds of pleasure, and her dirty talk, Aima rolled her nipples in her fingers as squeals of pleasure erupted from Tan. She was close to cumming. Aima mouth went to a nipple. She licked at the puckered flesh surrounding the rock hard nipple causing Tan to gasp.

In the meantime… Biggs was stroking her pussy faster. He slipped two fingers inside her as she was squirming in pleasure. Tan humped her hips into his fingers. “OHHH FUCKKK” Tan moaned as Biggs add his thumb which stroked her clit as his fingers greedily fucked her cunt.

Tan hips bucked on his hand, moving faster and faster. The pleasure built up quickly and soon Tan was gasping and moaning. Her pussy going to the edge. Tan gasped, her pussy quivered and gushed juice. “MMMMMMMMM” She moaned. Biggs had a smile on his face knowing he had triggered her pussy to climax. It was a few seconds later and a few more cunt spasms, but then he got a good gush of pussy juice. The girl was ready for his cock!

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Pulling back a moment to let her breathe, my eyes flicked to Aima standing over Tan with a wide smile on her face, one hand stroking Tan's black hair, the other cupping her breast. Tan's eyes were wide, chest heaving.

"You ready?" I asked.

Pursing her lips, Tan closed her eyes and nodded. Her legs spread slightly, I crawled on top and slid down to fall between her legs. Around my waist she locked her ankles, holding me in place. Grasping my firm member, the head brushed against her inner thighs and she shivered, drawing a sharp breath from Tan eyes were wide and locked on me as the head slowly parted her lips. She tensed up. "Take a breath" Aima said softly. "Relax."

I didn't want to go hard and fast. The head took its time. Just a few seconds in Tan gasped and I pulled out. "It's okay" gasped Tan. "Do it again." I went back and she was arching her back the longer it went in. "Right there. Right there" Tan held a hand to my chest, that was far enough for her. I wasn't even halfway in. Pulling back and pushing it in gently, Tan gasped and shuddered. "Go slow" she asked.

Certainly. To help ease her, Aima kissed Tan on her mouth before pinching our guest's pink nipples. "Ah! MmmMmmm" the former Sith worker sighed.

"How does that feel?" I asked with another push.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Tan said, "Crazy!" with sweat beading on her forehead. It was fireworks going off inside her head that she was actually seeing stars. Looking up at Aima and her dangling breasts, Tan kissed her, extended her mouth to its fullest extent, and tried to inhale Aima in a long, passionate kiss.

"That's a good girl" Aima smiled when she pulled back. "You're learning fast."

"Thank....you...." Tan grunted between thrusts. "It...feels....so....good."

"See?" Aima smiled. "I knew you were going to like it! Soon we'll show you different positions and other things that will keep things fresh."

"F-f-fresh?" grunted Tan, eyes rolling back.

Aima's hands graced Tan's lovely chest, "Oh, yes. You got the lips, you certainly got skill. You just need more experience." All Tan could reply with was a silent nod. "We can help you with that."

"Pleeease" gasped Tan. "Please..." unable to finish.

Hunching over her, pressing and relaxing, our eyes connected. "How does it feel?" I asked her again.

"I can feel it..." panted Tan. "It's sooooo good" biting her lower lip. We opened the flood gates for Tan's black gloved hands slid up my body and interlocked behind my head, eyes closed, mouth wide, she began passionately kissing me, sliding her tongue deep and moaning into my mouth.

"She likes it" I gasped for breath.

"Yes, sir" Tan gasped for breath, sweat rolling down her cheeks, looking up weakly at Aima who kissed her back.

"Let's try a different position," I said and pulled out. It caught Tan by surprise, thinking it was over. I rolled onto my back as Aima began stroking my chest and kissing me while Tan carefully climbed onto my lap.

"Let me help you with that" smiled Aima, leaning in, taking my rod down her throat with no effort, giving a few good strokes and wrapping her tongue around it to lube it up. Watching the show, Tan's eyes were wide then Aima wiped the wet rod along Tan's pink lips then found the hole and pushed it in.