Chapter 2: A Long and Thick Weapon for a Criminal Planet

Then she suddenly stood up and looked at him. He was breathing hard from that intense orgasm, while she merely sucked her fingers wet with her nectar. She looked very coquettish in those moments, like a silly little girl and not someone with power in a place as dangerous as Nar Shaddaa. Especially when she put her dewy fingers into his mouth, giving him a taste.

“Do I taste good to you?”

Luke didn’t answer, just closed his eyes, lost in the pleasure. The scent of his dick and cum on her breath, he felt victorious. Licking her blue fingers, his thoughts passing, he suddenly felt her wet tongue on his again and flicked it back with hers fast. Tasted his cum on her tongue. Opening his eyes, he gazed back into her red ones, staring right at him. The naughty intents and everything they had done so far, she was definitely nothing like the few other Chiss he encountered.

She smiled. Her beautiful expression spoke of so many nefarious intentions, her red eyes only made her look like that much more of a bad girl. Even as there was a trail of his jizz leaking out her lips and down her face. She licked her lips and fast wiped the strand of goo on her face with her dainty fingers and licked them clean without once looking away from his gaze.

She cupped his face and whispered deeply, “Because there’s something of yours I’m really hungry for.”

She reached low and found his organ. She had sucked him off good, but he hadn’t entirely gone soft just yet. And she was a criminal but she put on the act of a mob princess good. Her hands were perfectly taken care of, nice and soft. After nutting so hard, it felt so good to have her jerk him off.

Moving her lips to his ear she whispered, “And I have another pretty little mouth just aching for it.”

She tilted his face down to look. Lifting up the hem of her skirt, he got a good look at her pussy. Juicy and plump, and even redder than her eyes.

Then grabbing the back of his head, she suddenly moved herself right onto his cock. She growled in a low giggle at the feeling, he filled her up completely. She knew all kinds of bad men, and as big and buff as some of them had been, Luke Skywalker’s dick was still the biggest one she had.

Luke had to take awhile to get used to it. He was far from going soft anytime soon but she had a tight and wet pussy, after just cumming he still had to take awhile to get used to it. That wouldn’t do for her, not when she deliberately tightened down her walls on his meat.

He looked at her again. She was sticking her tongue out at him almost playfully, but the dead expression on her face, the way she was looking into his eyes, she was all but commanding him to use her. Her spirit was bringing something out of him, and then he began moving in earnest inside of her.

Holding onto the back of his neck, she wound one of her legs around his hip for support as they both went at it. Her tits were all but hanging out of her dress to start with, but the both of them doing it for real, they were jiggling hard. Looking squarely at her chest, he ripped down the front of her dress with his teeth, exposing her blue bosom before his eyes.

He took one of her tits into his mouth, practically devouring it. The Chiss woman threw her head back, crying out deeply. Luke knew he shouldn’t have been so reckless, her Trandoshan friends might decide to pay them a visit, or someone far worse. But that tight pussy clinging to his dick and her shrill wails of pleasure were filling him up with a lurid energy. Right now, this was all he wanted.

She was craving more. Hooking her leg fully around his back, she humped him hard in earnest. Her moans turned increasingly pathetic, she sounded like a little girl having her first time. She was moving her cunt good on that dick, her tits were smashing up on his chest through his shirt. Sticking their tongues out, they mashed them hard together.

He was close to his peak. He grabbed her bare ass and pulled her close. He jiggled her bare cheeks around while kneading one of her tits. That broke her and she pulled him into another tongue tangling kiss. They both wanted it so badly. Feeling naughty, he poked one of his fingers into the cleft of her asscheeks, feeling her puckering anus on his fingers.

He poked it in there. She lost it at that point, groaning hard. It was the loudest she had ever been but it was nothing compared to the vice grip of her vagina, and that sudden climax on her part pushed him to his own release, filling her up deep with his cum. Her wail from her release suddenly broke in her throat at being filled up, all she could do was fall back on the wall behind her as his dick throbbed deep inside of her tight walls.

Luke pulled out. That was easily one of the best orgasms he ever had in his life. Some of his sessions with his last lady love Shira Brie made him feel like he was being eaten alive by the sarlacc, and this one easily compared to that. Looking down at his member coated in so much slime, there was a thick line of goo between his dick and her twat.

He was getting hard again. It was something of that same dark side presence again, giving a voice to his own id that whispered to him to have some more fun with her. But just as soon as that, he remembered why he was here. Holding her wrist almost like a gentleman, he looked at her intently.

“So where are the Sisters of Balance again?”

She was lying against the wall, shaking, twitching. Tits hanging out, his cum was still pouring out of her and she was panting hard. Her finely done hair started to look a bit messy. But that question only made her smile. She bowed before him.

“Right this way pretty boy.”
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His pants back up, he left the Chiss woman to go pimp his ride out. She gave him directions, and he intended to follow through with them. Taking his pack over his shoulder, Luke made his way through the corridors of the industrialized city. But he wasn’t thinking about looking for more action or how docile he had made that woman, enough to cum on her own fingers while sucking his dick. He had a reason for coming here, an errand that demanded his undivided attention.

A Jedi errand. While scouting for supplies on an Outer Rim world to help fix up the alliance fleet, he’d seen a holovid of a holocron in the background from the same Toydarian merchant. Curious, he slipped in a few extra credits and found out that it had been sold to a band of pirates on Nar Shaddaa. The Sisters of Balance. As soon as he found out where they were holed up and getting the supplies back to the alliance, he made a beeline here. Destroying the Death Star and surviving Vader’s wrath, he’d handle them one way or another.

Walking deeper into the city, he felt the eyes of watchers all over him. If he didn’t have the force, he knew they would have fleeced him a long time ago. He wasn’t actively using it like he just had on his welcoming party, but feeling their presences, he was able to chart out the least dangerous routes in the city. Places that even on this hive of scum and villainy you’d mistake for being a place where old ladies could walk in peace.

And still, he felt the presence of the force. That strange fuzzy feeling was there again. But with it gave rise to another the dark sider was watching him like a womp rat sniffing at his shoulders. Staying far away, but no matter where he was, it was there too. It wasn’t coincidence. It was following him.

It wasn’t long before he found the hideout of the Sisters of Balance. It was a low lying building in between the skyscrapers, one of many, all marked with graffiti. But Luke had gotten as much info from the Toydarian merchant as he could. He knew the insignia of these pirates, an X pattern where the top lines of the letters were red while the bottom half of the letters turned silver and curved inwards. That mark was a slight detail amidst all the messy taggings, but it was there. He’d found his place.

He pushed past the door and stepped inside. It was in complete and total darkness. He could sense life around him, both from his sixth sense trained in battle from fighting as a soldier as well as his Jedi instincts kicking in. But unlike before when he walking the streets, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly where they are.

Only for him to feel a the thick barrel of a blaster barrel on the back of his head. “Drop your things and kick them over and I won’t put a smoldering hole in your skull.” It was a woman’s voice, but that was the only thing he could tell about her.

Luke was no random patsy ready to get robbed. He could deflect blaster fire so good that Boba Fett would consider him a deadeye, had locked blades with the galaxy’s most famous Jedi butcher in the millennia wide history of the Sith and earned that man’s attention several times over, and even in this kind of situation with the barrel of a blaster at the back of his skull, he’d be able to call upon superhuman speed and disarm his attacker no problem. But the room was still pitch black, he didn’t know how this room was even set up, and his force sense was still scrambled on telling exactly where the others were.

And a gut instinct was telling him that this woman was a real sharpshooter. “Fine,” Luke said, undoing his pack and kicked it aside.

“Good. Now move along,” she said, pushing the barrel on his head and putting a hand on his shoulder. He was being moved forward and had no choice but to do as she wanted. He was being moved in a specific direction. He counted himself lucky for that, as his vision adjusted to the darkness around him, he could begin to make out the faint shapes of big objects around him. He didn’t know what they were yet, but he was glad he wasn’t tripping on them.

When he entered the next room, the light was almost blinding. As his eyes adjusted, it wasn’t that bright, indeed it was about as bright as the lamps in Cloud City, but after several minutes in that darkness, it felt like he was under the blazing sun of Tattooine. Waiting for him were several other pirates.

They were all women. There were four of them, all different races. A Twi’lek and a Zeltron. Both of them common enough and equally desired throughout the galaxy, these two were no exception, they looked too good to be pirates. They also fit really well together too, the Twi’lek was bloodred while the Zeltron woman had hot pink skin long wavy rose colored hair. Neither of them looked like criminals, in that criminal getup armed with blasters, they almost looked dumb, like two pretty dolls that didn’t belong there.

But he was feeling something just looking at the pink one. It wasn’t the pheromones of the Falleen that could make someone rage with lust, it was more like how he felt when he was around Leia. If he hadn’t become a Jedi with all the training of detachment that entailed, he wouldn’t have been able to look away.

Yet the last one present made him pause. It was an Anzati. He still didn’t know much about their kind but from the notes left in the records left by Obi-Wan Kenobi, in some of the lost Jedi records he’d been lucky enough to discover, they were spoken of with dread. At first glance this one didn’t fit the bill, long hair and fetching enough, she had on a thick shirt with golden armpads, definitely something more for the battlefield than the runway, but it still bared her midriff. She had a savage beauty about her like so many female criminals and her thick mane of white hair was innocuous enough. But there was a mystique about her even though her tendrils were hidden. And as he stared at her, captivated by her weirdness and her native signature in the force, she smiled at him, baring her teeth. It made his heart quake with a terror not even Vader could inspire.