Ep V: Chapter 35

“Do you expect me to thank you for protecting my client?” the Mandalorian asks after several minutes of silence. Her voice is delicate and sophisticated; she sounds as though she’s around Enthea’s age. Her tone is more curious than abrasive.

“Only if you expect me to thank you for looking after mine,” Enthea replies. She smiles, sensing a little discomfort from the Mandalorian. “That was good shooting.”

The polished helmet turns in her direction. Enthea sees her smile reflected in it. There’s a little noise from the Mandalorian. A grumpy sound.

“That was nicely done,” she says finally. “With the pilot.”

Enthea doesn’t flatter herself that she’s going to singlehandedly reconcile the hostility between Jedi and Mandalorians, but there’s no harm in being friendly.

“Master Jedi,” Myra cuts in eagerly, taking Enthea’s arm.

Scora is a few paces away, looking a little sour. Only a little.

“Yes, Princess?” Enthea replies calmly.

“You must allow me to show my gratitude for your heroism today,” she says, pulling insistently.

“I suppose I must,” Enthea replies as she is led away, reflected in the Mandalorian’s helmet.

FTL

Myra seems to see no reason not to get directly to the point. At this point, Enthea feels as though the floor of Scora and Myra’s bedroom would look strange without clothes strewn across it. She finds herself pushed onto the bed with a naked Myra crawling on eagerly.

Enthea looks over to see an expressionless, nude Scora seating herself in an armchair. Scora taps one finger on the arm of the chair as she looks on.

Myra devours Enthea’s cock without ceremony. Enthea looks over at Scora and holds eye contact, one hand resting on Myra’s head as it bobs in her lap. Myra’s not especially skilled at this, but her passion makes up for that. Enthea loves the feeling of her cock swelling inside Myra’s hot mouth, and one part of Scora is enjoying it as well. Her massive erection stands up like a tower on Coruscant.

Enthea lets out a little sigh. Scora’s cock twitches, and Scora knows that Enthea saw that. She looks away self-consciously.

But she doesn’t look away when Enthea’s inside her wife. Myra’s legs are firmly around Enthea’s waist as they move together slowly. Her fingers drag across Enthea’s back, then she moves her hands to Enthea’s face, pulling her down for a kiss.

Scora shifts in her chair.

Myra releases Enthea’s waist and spreads her legs wider, lifting her hips as she pleads in a whisper for Enthea to go faster.

Scora’s gaze falls on Enthea’s black and red buttocks, rising and falling. Face stony, Scora wraps her fingers around her shaft and begins to pull.

“Yes!” Myra moans, tilting her head back.

Enthea kisses the Princess’s neck and thrusts deeper.