A buff, busty, bootilicious black-and-red Zabrak - with a surprise!

Rey wasn't used to feeling inadequate. Scratch that, Rey had never felt inadequate before, save for a brief period when she'd been jealous of her mother's tits - a whole cup size larger as they were. She'd gotten over it quickly once Shmi had reassured her that, when she finally decided to get knocked up with a child of her own, they'd be evenly matched, but the feeling of jealousy was still a faint memory to the younger Slutwalker.

That jealousy came roaring back as she observed the body that had been revealed by Qui-Gon's lucky strike. Red skin, covered with jagged black tattoos, glistened with exertion-induced sweat as the tattered scraps of their robe blew away on the desert wind. Biceps bulged and back muscles rippled with every heavy swing of their weapon and abs so rock solid that they looked like they could break bricks kept drawing Rey's gaze back to them, warring for it with what was above them. And what was above them was TITS - proud K-cups that bulged slightly over and under the leather belt that was the attacker's only concession to modesty.

Thick thighs and tight calves, built to support the attacker's wide hips and huge, firm glutes, tensed before she leapt over one of her Jedi opponent's cuts. Rey marveled not only at how much their assailant's seam-straining lower body stretched her leather pants to their limits, but at the woman's bulge. Twelve inches and still soft! She's gotta have sixte- eightee- no, twenty inches of dick! The young slut's mind raced, her well-honed instincts for finding the best-hung clients feeling even sharper with her awakening to the power of the ****. She must cum like a fucking volcano! She could feel her mother and Padme also watching transfixed, nipples aching and cunts throbbing with need.

"Mmmm..." Rey bit her lip and squirmed, one hand kneading a breast through her tunic and the other gripping its hem like a lifeline. Is... Is this the power of the ****, she wondered, somehow knowing that both Shmi and Padme were fingering themselves silly behind her. Is this what I've been doing to others, all this time? That's... That's so fucking HOT! She wanted - needed - to worship that woman, but something stopped her. Not her self-control, not the knowledge that this vicious-looking woman was surely fucking her mind with dark powers, not even the knowledge that it would lead her into corruption and ruin. No, what held her back was the promise of training that awaited her on Coruscant, and the endless parade of big, fat cocks to service.

For the first time in the fight, the woman's head was turned so that she and Rey could look each other in the face. Rey admired the wicked-looking horns crowning her tattooed brow, idly noted the tightly-wound braids whipping through the air behind her, looked into her sulphurous yellow eyes... and blew her a kiss. The woman's expression of hatred, the snarl that twisted her plump lips, flickered in confusion for an instant. Her next step faltered imperceptibly. And the very tip of Qui-Gon Jinn's glowing blade brushed just barely against her back.

The woman's spine arched in pain at the burn that contact inflicted, even as her breasts sprang free from their prison as it also severed the belt restraining them. Rey caught a flash of fat, juicy nipples pierced with jagged bars of black metal, before the sand suddenly swirled about the woman and she was gone. Before any of them could react, the discarded speeder bike was roaring back into life, the now-topless woman rushing away from them too fast to catch.

"Rey," Qui-Gon called as he made his way towards them, "thank you." He turned to the guards, still dumbstruck at the duel they'd witnessed. "We need to leave, now." The pair nodded, then hustled Shmi and Padme inside on unsteady legs, Rey and Qui-Gon following as she admired the muscles she could see through the charred rents that the woman had cut in the Jedi's robes.

"Master," came a cry from further into the ship as a figure made their way to meet them, "who was that?"