Ep V: Chapter 28

The light squeeze of Scora’s pussy takes some getting used to, and Enthea has to use a lot of willpower to keep from speeding up right away. The heat and gentle massage of the slick, bumpy walls is heavenly and torturous at the same time.

“Mmm…” Enthea sighs, gripping Scora’s powerful haunches. The pace of her thrusts is fast enough to be rhythmic, but far short of what either of them wants.

Scora’s red hands grip the white covers, her muscles bunching rigidly while her insides remain pillowy. Her ragged breathing turns into a grunt as Enthea slides in. Scora’s body language gives her away. Enthea knows when she’s about to reach for the thick erection bouncing between her legs on each thrust.

For the honor of the Jedi, Enthea feels obliged not to let Scora take matters into her own hands.

She reaches forward and firmly tugs Scora’s hair to send the message.

Scora groans in frustration and grips the sheets tighter. She lifts her torso from the bed and pushes her hips back.

Enthea glances at Myra, who unsurprisingly has her robe open and her legs spread. One hand holds the wine glass while the other is busy with her clit. She’s frowning at what Scora is doing.

Enthea lets go of Scora’s hair and plants her small hand between Scora’s shoulder blades. She presses down. With a hiss of irritation, Scora lowers herself back to the bed. Enthea pushes her hips, and Scora reluctantly complies, lying prone. She wiggles ineffectually, but there’s nothing to hump except for silk sheets. Enthea lies on top of her, guiding her cock inside again. With Scora’s firm body underneath her, Enthea lets her feelings and instincts take over.

She hears soft gasps and moans from Myra as she busily takes care of herself, but Enthea is focused on Scora, who has chosen to bite the covers to contain her voice. She starts to move her arm and Enthea catches it to stop her from reaching underneath her body for her cock. She holds Scora’s wrist and fucks her harder, drawing muffled growls and grunts from the Zeltron.

Scora’s fingers spread out on the sheet and she drags her palm, then pushes. Her legs spread and her back curves. Her hips and ass jerk twice, and Enthea feels the ripples through Scora’s body as she bursts.

Scora goes limp and some of the hard tension leaves her muscles. Enthea pulls out and rises to her knees. A few pulls is plenty. She bites her lip and sighs as her load dribbles onto Scora’s bare backside, rolling down to the small of her back. Enthea strokes firmly a few times, then sits back to catch her breath.

Things got a little heated there. Now there’s only heavy breathing.