Ep V: Chapter 36

Enthea feels Scora’s gaze the same as she feels Myra’s walls squeezing her tighter. Having Scora’s eyes on her like this does more for Myra than Enthea’s penis does. As she gets closer, Myra’s pussy tightens and Enthea feels it pulling her deeper in a way that she hasn’t with any other species. The half-Umbaran grits her teeth and groans as her orgasm overtakes her.

Enthea enjoys the change in Myra’s body and slows down, intending to savor the experience when she senses Scora approaching. There’s a sudden weight on the bed and a presence above her, then Scora’s massive cock lands in the cleft of her backside. Scora kisses Enthea’s neck.

“I can show my gratitude as well, can’t I?” she asks, rubbing her cock over Enthea’s ass.

Enthea smiles. “If you insist,” she replies graciously, then leans down to kiss Myra’s open mouth. She makes it deep, and the Princess squirms in delight, kissing her back as her insides clench.

Scora’s thick cock pushes slowly but firmly into Enthea, and that’s more than enough with Myra’s pussy sucking her in so intensely. Enthea sighs and floods Myra with everything she has, arching her back as Scora passionately starts to use her pussy. Physics forces them into a rhythm that Myra doesn’t even notice in the throes of her pleasure. She’s still cumming when Enthea feels Scora coating her bare buttocks with her load.

FTL

Myra purrs in her sleep. Scora snores. Enthea lies between them in the dark among the twisted sheets. She sits up at the sound from her communicator and lightly slips out of bed, walking nude across the dark bedroom to pick it up. She dons her outer robe and goes out onto the balcony before opening it. Warm wind washes over her and the roar of the storms is distant.

A blue projection of Master Windu appears.

“Enthea Ro. Word has reached us of what happened today. Was it an attempt on Scora Waldas?”

“I don’t think so, Master. I think it was a simple raid.”

“But we can’t be sure. The Separatist movement is gaining momentum. At first, the idea of open hostilities and secession just seemed like constructs to influence galactic markets, but Master Yoda and I are beginning to suspect that may not be the case. Obi-Wan has uncovered connections between the Sith he killed on Naboo and Master Laki. The conspiracy at work here may be larger than we realized. We may need Scora Waldas yet before this is over; I sense this may be a conflict won or lost within the Senate.”

“What does Chancellor Palpatine think?”

“He’s supporting our investigation, but he can’t take a hardline stance against separatist sentiment when sentiment is all it is officially.”

“They’re moving, Master Windu. We’ve seen it.”

“But we can’t prove it, and until we can, we have to tread lightly. Good work today, Enthea. Keep Waldas alive and happy at any cost. She’s an important ally, and I sense that we haven’t yet seen the worst of this.”

“Yes, Master.”

The communication ends and Enthea pockets the communicator, looking out over Chandar’s Resort at the Stormlands. Beautiful from a distance, but not pleasant at all up close. There’s understandable skepticism on Coruscant about Laki’s turn and the severity of growing Separatist influence.

She puts her hands on the railing and leans, reaching out with her senses.

Blu Bahls. Laki.

That white Togruta that killed Ryoke. They’re all out there, somewhere. Enthea’s fingers tighten on the cool metal. There’s a disturbance in the ****, and it’s not going away. It’s only growing more noticeable.

[ End of this part! Maybe it'll continue someday. For now, back to Futa Formula One ]