Ep V: Chapter 27

The look on Scora’s face is one of bafflement mixed with disbelief.

“Don’t make me ask again,” Myra says. Her voice is soft and her eyes are icy.

Scora twitches. She swallows and looks at Myra, then at Enthea. She swallows again. After a moment, she takes a step toward the bed and stops.

“Are you sure this is what Master Jedi…”

“Scora!”

Scora flinches and crawls onto the bed. Her Zeltron skin is red, and now it darkens considerably. She’s never been shy about her body in Enthea’s presence, but she’s never been in this sort of pose before, either.

Myra taps her foot impatiently.

“Scora.”

“Yes?” Scora asks hesitantly, looking almost bashfully over her shoulder.

“You said something about face down.” Myra sharply jabs a finger toward the floor.

“Right.” A little wide-eyed, Scora lowers her front to the bed, leaving her hindquarters in the air.

It’s a new level of exposure that’s difficult to look away from. As Enthea watches, Scora’s cock grows until it’s fully hard and hanging heavily with the occasional twitch.

“Well, Master Jedi? What do you think?” Myra asks.

“I think you’re a lucky princess,” Enthea replies politely.

“And if you were to do to her what she wanted to do to you, would that teach her humility?”

“I don’t know. But it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Could you make it hurt?” Myra asks innocently. “Just a little?”

“That wouldn’t be the Jedi way.”

“More’s the pity.”

“You’re sure about this?”

“Oh, yes.” Myra’s eyes narrow and she smiles down at the nervous Scora. “Alderaan will be in your debt.”

“I’m all for improving diplomatic relations,” Enthea murmurs. She drops her robe and approaches the bed. The urge to tease isn’t very strong, but she does feel a hint of vanity. She has nothing to prove personally, but it wouldn’t do for her to make the Jedi Order look bad.

Enthea doesn’t try very hard when she touches between Scora’s legs, finding her pussy softer and looser than what she’s accustomed to. However, as she gently fingers Scora, the Zeltron rapidly heats up much hotter than any other humanoid that Enthea has been with. Her pussy secretes a thicker fluid, more like a gel, which is impossibly slick. The more aroused Scora becomes, the more her vagina twitches and opens, almost like a hungry mouth. The flesh inside is covered in soft little nubs that eagerly squeeze Enthea’s fingers, but it’s a light squeeze. Almost tender. Enthea’s glad that her cock is on the chubbier side.

“If you object, this would be the time to speak up,” Enthea says politely, resting her hand on Scora’s rock-hard buttock.

“No objection,” Scora says, and her voice comes out weak, hoarse, and a little panicky.

Enthea looks over her shoulder. Myra has curled up in the armchair beside the bed. She watches excitedly over the rim of her wine glass.