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**Almrose lowers lets out a low, even breath as he hears the seal of the airlock close behind him, Vette, standing beside him winces, her head lowering, looking nervous on being inside the Sith Warrior's Personal ship. The Chiss' eyes look around before speaking clearly, "Vette... you are still my slave, this won't change, at least not for a long time. As such, when boarding my ship... assuming we have no guests, you are to..." he glances at her, her skin-tight body armor, leathers and synthetic polymers really showing off her figure, though the nervous females eyes dart around, a weak smile forming on her lips. The Juggernaut clears his throat, "You are to remove all your Armor, and weapons, feel free to put them in your locker... along with all other articles of clothing..." he states cooly, her eyes widening at the command. She knew he was a sith, and an alien one, a rarity to be sure, but this went a bit far in her book. Almrose's hands move up to unlock much of his heavy battle armor, "I will expect to see you in my quarters after you get more comfortable with your new 'attire'." he grins lightly at the shiver that visibly runs down her spine. She was going to be used by him, she knew it, used and shown around his ship like a trophy, but the idea left her nethers hot, her skin tingling, her heart racing with excitement, even if she didn't want it to... or did she?

The Twi'lek nods and walks through the ship to the quarters, sitting down on the smooth covers, Imperial-made with bleeding sharp edges. She sighs and begins by taking her guns off, tossing them into the already open locker, then her boots, and belt. she hesitates as her fingers run along the inside of her jacket before tossing it off, it taking a bit as it really is skin-tight, and soon follows the pants. she looks down at herself before sighing, "He better at least have more than seven inches..." she grumbles, slipping off her sports bra and then her underwear, the freedom of clothes really feeling good, and the ship, the way Almrose kept it anyways, was nice and warm. She checks herself out in the mirror, letting her back arch, a hand run down her side and rest on her hip, looking herself up and down, "Well... i guess i can't blame him..." she says, trying to loosen herself up, her nethers already moist and hot from the tension. By the time she makes it to the Sith's Quarters, her eyes widen slightly, his chestpiece is off, and the only thing he has on is a towel around his neck, droplets of water still clinging to his heavily scarred body. She thought some of the other sith looked bad, he looked like he was sent through a minefield with lightsabers, the rest of him made the scars on his face look tame. The sith's lips form into a smile as he sees her staring, then moves so his front is revealed, his muscular form turning to display the definitely bigger than expected equipment. He wasn't even hard and he was seven inches, though her sight was making that thick tool grow thicker, longer. Her eyes lower slightly more to his *balls*, they had to at least be big as eggs, no wonder his codpiece was so large, it wasn't just armor. She bites her lip and looks into his eyes before saying, "Uuh... i am guessing you don't need a foot massage, huh?"

Almrose shakes his head, "No, but you can massage this instead, preferably with that quick-witted tongue of yours." he states, shaking droplets free of himself and setting the towel on his bed before himself sits on it. He spread his legs and points to the floor between them, "I want you to taste it, before i taste you, then i will take you, as you *are* mine... i will do this at least once a night... though if you start enjoying it, we may even do it more often... the benefits of stress relief, after all, are combat-reflective..." he growls out the last part, as if he needed to explain his actions. She swallows, hips swaying as she approaches, "Your dad must have had no trouble getting the ladies..." she whispers, standing before him before her knees bend, back arching high, chest out for him as she settles on her knees, that now-hard tool in her face. So close she can smell his crisp, clean musk, free of any nasty filth that accumulates during the day, so it was just pure him... and she couldn't deny that he smelled delicious. Her hands move up, one having to be used solely to support his heavy sack, those balls of his felt so dense, so full. Her eyes roam over the ten-and-a-half inch long cock before her, having to be at least two-and-a-half inches thick, this would hurt, and feel so good, her jaw would ache after servicing him, her nethers quivered at the thought of him inside her, she would walk funny for hours, for sure. If he was as voracious sexually as he was in combat, she would be literally screwed, unable to move or-

"Vette." Almrose states clearly, the Twi'lek jumping as she looks up at him, not realising she was just sitting there slowly stroking his cock, and massaging his balls, "Suck. It. Now." he states, having grown tired of watching her play with his junk. The Twi'lek female swallows and smiles nervously before she lowers her head, her lips brushing that hard, stiff tool, then she turns her head to the side and kisses down the way to his sack, her feelings boiling, lust, passion, and The sith above her could feel it all, reveling in the power tip, and the fact he KNEW she was turned on by this. Vette licks along the sacks full contents, feeling around and massaging them gently together before her head tilts back, tongue bathing the belly of his broad cock, then kissing the tip as she finally comes to it, her hand gripping the base of his shaft now. She smiles as she looks into his eyes, the powerful male looking pleased as he leans back, nodding at her, "Much better..." he says deeply, "Now take it in... slowly..." he directs. Her mind sort of shuts down as her excitement overruns her, the rushing pleasure tingling at her netherlips as the lips up top spread around his tip, taking in the head slowly, her silken lips gliding slowly over his flesh, jaw opening wide to ensure her teeth don't dare touch his maleness. She closes her eyes and focuses, breathing steady as she feels more and more of the heavy meat move over her tongue, she didn't want to look and see how much she had already taken. Just as she feels her gag reflex start up, she pulls back just as slowly, but now she starts sucking, hard. She hears him groan lowly at this, then grins to herself as her tongue starts caressing the underside of that blue beast, the Chiss' cock being serviced nicely, her hand pumping slowly on the majority of the length she couldn't handle. She wouldn't deepthroat him, at least not this time, but she was happy enough to do this...

Her mind clicks as she realises the weight of that fact. She likes this, she really, really likes sucking him, his flavour so nice, he isn't fucking her face, or saying anything rude, in fact he is unusually quiet aside from the appreciative groans and hums.

Her head bobs slowly, slickening the top third of his thickness, her head tilting back and forth as she blows the Sith, the warm floor beneath her pretty comfortable, if her mind wasn't so focused on his huge cock, she would realise he set down a nice cushy mat for her. Her lips stay firmly sealed, though occasionally a lewd slurp is heard as she pulls back, a bit too much saliva starting to build, and she decides to let it, the rest she swallows, not minding its starting to make a mess on her chin. Almrose's eyes roam over her body, down her arched back, and to her fine ass, grinning as he feels that tingling sensation in the back of his balls, she was really doing great, and the saliva dripping down the underside of his length would be soon put to good use. If his nose wasn't lying to him, he could smell her excitement as well, his grin broadening as he sighs with contentment, so very glad he decided to not kill her after he was done with her in that tomb. She was an excellent fighter, skilled at treasure hunting, and was evidently great at sucking cock. He clears his throat finally, her eyes opening and looking up just as she pulls back, though she doesn't let her lips slip pass the crown of his cock, keeping at least that much in her warm, silken mouth.

"You are bloody well fantastic, Vette." he Commends warmly to her, the male shifts slightly and pats his bed, "But now i want more... on your hands and knees, i want to test the other set of your lips and see if they are equally as skilled." he says in a husky tone. She feels a warm blush form at her cheeks for once, looking down at the thick, throbbing tool in her mouth, going a bit cross-eyed. She is nervous, she is excited, she really, really wants this now, but she doesn't want to stop sucking him. After a few short moments of contemplation, she figures she could surprise him with this, and finish him, another time. Her head pulls back, and her slightly numb lips come off his cock with a loud 'pop', her hands moving from his heavy equipment to wipe the saliva from her chin, though leaving what fell to her breasts, grinning as she looks up, not saying much as her jaw is sore. Instead she stands slowly, giving him a sultry look as she shifts up next to him on the bed, luxuriously shifting herself down and moving to rest on her knees, her chest rests on his bed, the smooth material under her breasts feeling divine. She crosses her arms and rests her head on them, looking back as the Chiss gets up and rolls his head around, neck cracking as he stands up, his broad chest breathing deeply as he moves up behind her, rough, calloused hands roaming her backside, massaging that full ass as he gazes over her form. His glowing red eyes move up the glorious curve of her red-and-black back, up to her smiling face, the quiet between them uncanny, as they normally constantly talk back and forth, witty sharp remarks and retorts, even in battle. But here, there is only silence, just moans and growls, hums and whines, and as she feels him guide that thick and well-polished head up to her sex, her eyes close, then open wide as he doesn't stop there. He doesn't seem keen on going slow, but doesn't thrust balls-deep either. She feels the head slip pass her well-spread netherlips, feeling his hard log of meat pushing into her, forcing her to accept what he has. The Chiss' eyes lock on her sex as he observes his blue flesh disappearing behind those blood-red lips, like her body was swallowing his favorite appendage, and it felt so, damn, gooood. It was as if heaven was gripping his cock tightly, it's hot, wet, velvety feel so tight, so delicious. He glances up as a pitched wine escapes her throat, her tightly-closed eyes, having shut after the initial shock of feeling him keep going. Her hips shift, gyrating slightly around his length, helping to ease it further in, even as it stretches her to her limits, never ever having taken something this big... making her wonder if all chiss were hung like this, or was it just the Seldraion family? She moans out and huffs as the last few inches disappear into her depths, and she finally feels his hips mash into her ass, his heavy balls resting on her thighs. "Fuck.", "Damn." The two speak one right after another, the feeling mutual as he grips her waist firmly, keeping himself in her fine ass for the moment, wondering if he should say something as they adjust, but he doesn't have to worry about that as he hears her, "Gods, you're like a beast..." her forehead rests on her arms now as she grits her teeth, then relaxes and breathes a few times, "Unngh... I am not working tomorrow morning, not if you're going to split my pelvis like this tonight." she says, half joking. The sith grins and rubs her back, speaking evenly to her, "Don't worry, we have tomorrow clear, was planning on having you get used to... me..." he grins and rubs alone one of her Lekku before his hands return to her waist, gripping firmly, "Now... back to the fun." he growls, spreading his legs into a more solid stance as he pulls back, making her shudder in delight, her retort stolen from her mouth as the pleasure shell-shocks her into silence again, both of them really as Almrose feels no need to speak while he indulges himself like this. He keeps his hips rolling smoothly, thrusting deep, and then pulling back, the steady rhythm of flesh slapping against one another fills his quarters, and the delightful sensation of her slick fluids running down his shaft, off his balls just spurrs him on, her arousal would be clearly evident anyways by how she moans and claws at his sheets, his slow, even, powerful railing of her fine body just blows her mind. As she feels him take her, she feels him grow in speed, time seems to slip by as she writhes under his assault, his hips moving like a machine, driving his throbbing fat rod again and again into her tight inviting sex, heavy balls slapping into her mound as he hilts over and over again. The sith's jaws tighten as he feels the returning sensation at the back of his swinging balls, his hips moving quicker now, breathing ragged as he fucks Vette with a purposeful vigor. She finally manages to speak before he can, again, her words the first thing on his mind ironically, "Gods damn it... cum already... s-st-stop holding back... im gonna lose my mind over here..." she whimpers, having herself cum at least eight times by now, the only way he knew about it is that she became ungodly tight, gripping his cock like she was trying to break it off inside of her, making him work harder. Now he just keeps it up, sure he was holding back, but for reason, he wanted to make her remember this, as well as he wanted a good ride, but now that was coming to close as he furiously fucked her, enjoying the sight of her ass rippling with every thrust, her huffs and little squeaks now that his pace became so feverant. The chiss eyes glow brighter as he breathes faster, body now covered in moisture again, but this time its rivulets of sweat from his hard work. He finally slams up into her enough to make her scream, himself letting out a particularly loud growl, his cock kicking and pulsing inside her, a surge of thick, *hot* seed spilling deep inside her body, his eyes burning brightly as he grinds himself balls-deep in her well-fucked cunt. His eyes close as he feels her final orgasm, or orgasms as they crash over her, her body rippling over his shaft, milking it for every, single, last drop of the substantial donation he has to offer.

The Sith's harsh breathing fills the room, the sound drowning out her soft panting, or the sound of his seed running down the inside of her thighs, mingling with her slick fluids, or his precum. Finally she speaks again, sounding winded, as if she had just ran a thousand miles or something similar, "Every... night... huh? Well... we're going... to have to agree... on late mornings then... because... yeah..." she shivers as she rolls her hips back into him, "... Walking is out of the question right now..." she says with a nod, the Sith only giving a low chuckle, rubbing her lower back affectionately, "Deal." he states simply, rolling his neck again and stretching out, leaning back and letting his spine and arms crack, keeping himself firmly entrenched in her body, "Your quarters are still yours... for when you want privacy, but mine are open to you at... almost any time." he states, "The ship droid is going to get used to cleaning my sheets however..." he says, glancing down at the mess beneath her hips, "Either that or we need to invest in towels."

The two giggle and laugh at that as they shift up into the bed, relaxing after the great round of sex, many more being planned for the night, and day ahead.**