Skywalker Cums to Nar Shaddaa (Star Wars)
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Chapter 4: Biting an Anzati’s Feeders
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Biting an Anzati’s Feeders - Learning the truth about Vader and with Han imprisoned, Luke is ready to speed up his Jedi training. Hearing of a holocron on Nar Shaddaa in the hands of a female pirate crew, he charms all the ladies.
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Especially given his next paramour. For the show that he was putting on with ramming Aurra, Ventress couldn’t look away from the sight of Tasha watching it go down, she was standing still, but the sheer energy in her presence was palpable, like a lit firecracker set to explode. It was very much like the vibes of the men she used to hang out with in the Clone Wars.
Luke seemed totally oblivious to it all. He had just begun to pull out of Aurra, even helping the bounty hunter down, a perfect gentleman after she held him up with a blaster. She sat there looking up at the ceiling breathing hard, his cum pouring out of her snatch. It was a rare person who could humble Aurra Sing.
But Sajé Tasha was just as much of a firecracker. Luke was just coming to terms with that rocking amount of sex when the Anzati woman sprung on him. He looked up in time to see her coming for him at full speed and then she had knocked him right into the wall. Her face marked with a psychotic grin was inches away from his.
Her severity pushed him to look away from her. But she only licked his cheek and laughed deeply. “You taste as good as you smell, Skywalker. I never had the opportunity to meet your dear father. I hope the son will taste just as sweet.”
That got his attention. Looking right into her eyes undaunted, he said, “How do you know my father?”
“There’s not too many named Skywalker,” she hissed. “And the smell of your soup is exquisite. Dark and thick.” She was a rough looking woman with a savage beauty, but then she uttered a single high pitched moan much like a whore on the streets with credits in her eyes looking to beckon unwary customers. He was hooked.
“I would love to eat you right now,” she said, cupping his face. Her hands enclosed in cortosis gauntlets where the fingertips ended in sharp talons, she dragged those points on his soft skin. She could sense his tension even as he was putting on a brave face.
For him, he still couldn’t place her. There was no doubting the feral glint in her eyes, no surprise given the company she kept here. But even as she looked human, there was something else about her that he couldn’t place. It went beyond simply a feeling in the force. Her hot breaths on his face and her wicked intentions, it was something untamed, something so much like Vader and yet not him.
But the stakes were so much different this time. His mind felt dizzy, a student of the Jedi and a prey of the Sith, he knew it wasn’t the force either. The hardness in his pants, he wasn’t thinking about that holocron anymore. He was curious to find out what would happen.
And she knew it. Like the falleen had their pheromones, up close the Anzati could bewitch the unwary with an ability akin to hypnosis. She would have her fun with him.
“But before I get a taste of your soup, I want to get a taste of something else. I’m in the mood for another kind of soup.”
She slowly lowered herself down onto her knees. During that time, she dragged her claws on his shirt, teasing his skin underneath. Every touch sent shivers up his spine and he closed his eyes, breathing hard. After that hard orgasm with another woman after facefucking that Chiss bitch, he thought he might be finished and yet here he was, still packing heat.
He looked down at her. She was already gazing right up at him with that same psychotic glower marked on her face. Tracing the length of his shaft with her claws, his member at her mercy, the force of the Jedi told him to be on his guard while the dark side whispered fears of him being unmanned, urged him to strike her down with the full power of the force and his mind still muddled by her devilry, that second voice was clearer to him than anything else. But he resisted that call, the way she was touching him and her hot breaths on his dick, he was fast pitching a tent back up to full length already. The way she licked her lips that close to the opening of his member still dripping with cum, he smiled and nodded his head at her, and then to his delight she gave a long lick up the underside of his shaft and then up on the cockhead. He shook with a primal lust, he wanted to pin her to the floor and fuck her up in front of the whole crew like he did with Aurra Sing.
But then something else happened. He watched as two long slithery things extended from her cheeks, they looked like long whiskers but the way they were shaped and moved, they were like tentacles. That same voice from the dark side whispered to him not to let her go on and yet the force he was used to told him to merely be patient. Luke had only scant records of the old Jedi and reports from the republic thought lost that told of the Anzati. He knew they were trouble and this one was no exception.
And then her tendrils brushed up on his cockhead. It was like he was being tickled by them but their narrow slimy texture, it was far deeper than that, each simple touch had him seeing starbursts. Tasha had still been looking up at him, to anyone’s eyes his face looked like it was being tortured and yet she knew the truth, she felt the quivering in his dick, he was a strong one alright. Still tracing his shaft with the finely crafted claws of her gauntlets and prodding the end of his prick with her whiskers, she pursed her lips and kissed where the underside of his shaft met the head.
Luke let out a shrill whine. Tasha’s lips became increasingly wet as she sucked on that same spot, a thin line of drool trailing down his length. She only hastened the rate of her other teases too, poking his long member even more with her talons and moved both of her tendrils closer to the opening of his penis. She moaned a dark and husky sound as she sucked on his shaft, and even took a little bit of the skin in between her teeth. He looked down at her, his eyes were dead, begging for release. The sight of his destroyed face got her so wet.
Now was the time for her to get to the real fun. Moving her whiskers closer to the opening of his penis, she began to poke them inside of it. Luke grit his teeth and whined hard, he was losing it. His dick was trembling from her sweet treatment, but she figured the way she was teasing his penis, his balls needed some extra affection too. Moving a hand down to his sack, she began prodding that one too.
His hips were jerking forward. In all her years she never figured she’d be using this cold cortosis gauntlets to pleasure a man, but dark times didn’t just tend to be tragic, they were also absurd. She poked her tentacles deeper inside of the opening of his penis. She felt him shaking inside and out, and welcomed the oncoming explosion.
When he came, her head was knocked back. One second she blinked and then the next, she felt his sticky goo all over her face, it was his cock actually blew up right on her. Her tendrils, face, and hair were coated in his cum.
Not that she minded one bit. She quickly recovered and licked her lips, tasting his delicious with her tongue, tasted it with her tentacles. Tasha only intended to have a little bit of fun with him and his jizz appetizer was easily better than she had ever expected. So warm and hot on her face, the scent alone in her nostrils was driving her crazy, but tasting it for real, he was a strong one alright. She couldn’t wait to taste his soup.
Looking up at him, he was standing warily, like he was putting all his energy into keeping up on both feet. Playing with his cock and feeling every weakening sensation in him, it had gotten her so hot and wet and he wasn’t going soft anytime soon. Under her clothes her nipples were so hard at the thought of devouring his soup while that big thing was pounding her, feeling his body break down as she ate his brains out through his nose, it would be the best orgasm he would ever had before he died. Feeling him die as he fucked her good, it would be exquisite.
Standing up, she looked him right in the eyes. He was looking back at her but there was no awareness in them, he looked like he had just gotten a bad dose of spice. Cupping his chin with her gauntlets, she set the claws into his cheeks and still no real response. Not letting him go, she opened up the front of her battle uniform, saw her pale skin underneath. Her shapely breasts too, her kind were amidst the longest living species in the galaxy, and yet thousands of years old she still looked good. Feeling a bit playful, she wagged one of her clawed fingers in his face and made him to look at her face again.
He was even blushing. Sticking her tongue out still still with some of his cum, she stuck it into his mouth, felt him give it back to her unabated. The temptation to feed on him was too strong, she had made him as soon as she set eyes on him, and now horny and hypnotized he was entirely within her power. She was forgetting all about her earlier plan to totally devour him, she wanted to eat him now.
But she knew better. Her kind’s inherent hunger for soup drove the best of them insane no matter how long they lived, she would not fall prey to that same foolishness. And her idea of supping on him would be the kind of feast their kind would sing of in legends.