Leave and Give Ranna a Call

You decide to get out while the getting is good. You punch the engines, and speed off in the direction of the lot you've rented for the Convor. Once you are clear Tekka shrieks a laugh and lunges at you, kissing your cheek and neck. Her joy is infectious, but you push her off. You are this close to finishing the job. It wouldn't do to die in a starship crash inches from the finish line.

"So what do we do next? Do you have a hideout? A new scheme? Can we form a team for a casino heist? Imagine me draped on your arm, scoping out a casino barge on Cantonica." Right, she thinks you are some kind of gentleman thief. She also seems under the impressions she's a permanent member of your crew. None of those things are remotely accurate.

"We need to call... the fixer, who set me up with the tip about Vodix's ship. They're a friend who was invested in this job, so we'll need to plan a new job to make up the losses from this one."

Her eyes light up. "Can I come? I can help!"

You almost feel guilty. Almost.

"I think that's a great idea. You did good back there. Now go to my bunk and find some clothes. Let's save the naked lounging for when we're alone on the ship."

She blinks, apparently having been naked so long she forgot she wasn't wearing clothes. She bounces up, and runs out of the room, excited to start her new life of high flying adventure.

Once she's clear, you engage the autopilot and call her sister to ground those plans. Her face appears, a near mirror image of the girl who just left.

"Hey Ranna, how are you doing selling that jewelry?"

"I've sold a few precious items. I'm close to the full amount, but I haven't had much time. Why? Did something come up?"

You grin. Close to the full amount should be fine. You'd consider waiting longer, but you think you'd like to get off Coruscant for a while after this gig. "Bring what you have. Can you meet me at Easu's in two hours?"

"You found her? So soon? How?" She's babbling rapidly, overexcited, but Tekka might be back an second and you really don't want to have to explain this call.

"Tell you soon. Easu's in two hours." You end the call just as Tekku walks back into the cabin.

Your clothes wouldn't fit her well, but she's found a way to make it work. A white shirt unbuttoned, tied in a knot beneath her breasts. She seems to have cut most of the legs off of a pair of your pants, exposing her long legs. The waist is baggy, laying low on her hips even with a belt helping to keep them up.

You look her over approvingly. She has a talent for always looking amazing, regardless of the circumstances. "Meeting is set. Two hours. It'll be another hour of flying and docking procedures, if you want to rest up before we head over. It's been a long day."

She saunters over seductively. "Rest up? After today? I'm much too excited. If anything, I have too much energy." She swings her leg over you, straddling you in the captain's chair. "Want to help me burn it off?"

On the one hand, you're exhausted. It's been a hell of a few days. On the other, this may be your last chance to enjoy some time with the blue beauty. Should you take it?

Who are you kidding, you can't say no here.

Your chair is meant to manuever and operate multiple stations, so you slide it back to allow the Twi'lek more manuvering room. Still straddling you, she rolls her hips, your cock hardening in your pants and **** to be free. She kisses you passionately, hands pulling your face closer, your tongues dancing nimbly as she presses her body to you.

Your hands explore her body, fingers massaging her back, her sides, her belly. She moans into your mouth, eager for your strong hands to probe and feel every inch if her. Her kisses begin seeking new ground, and she's nibbling at your ear, sucking your neck and shoulders. Every inch she can reach is carressed by her lips and tongue.

Your hands have moved lower to unbuckle her belt, and undone the waist of her makeshift shorts. Your thumb slips down below the fabric, gently massaging and seeking her hidden flower. You feel her moist slit dampening the shorts, already ready for you.

She breaks away from you, swinging her legs to the side briefly to remove her shorts. You take the opportunity to remove your own pants, sliding them down to pool at your feet. She's on you before you can finish, straddling you and pushing your hard cock between your stomach and her wet pussy. She continues rocking against you, sliding up and down your length, teasing you with each roll of her hips.

You can't take it any more. You grab Tekka's hips and lift her up, slowly lowering her back down onto your waiting pole. She moans loudly as she sinks, inch by inch, onto your rock hard member. Her hips resume their rocking, slowly drawing you further inside her until you are joined entirely. Each roll of her hips is pure bliss. Her movements slowly massaging every inch of your pride inside her.

For the first time together you aren't in life threatening danger, and Tekka is taking the opportunity to take this slow. Not that you mind! Every move is deliberate, rythmic, and causes mind blowing pleasure. You lean back, contented to relinquish a majority of the control, allowing her to set the pace. Your hands travel up to her lekku, gently massaging yhe base of her head-tails. She moans and leans her head back, nuzzling into your hands, never stopping her hips' gentle rythm.

Soon, she is rocked by her first orgasm. Her pussy clenches, vicelike around your cock, and she cries out in pleasure. Her orgasm seems to spur her onwards, causing her to desperately seek out more pleasure. Her hips go from rolling, rocking motions to bucking, bouncing thrusts. Her hands replace your own at her lekku, her hands seeking out the places that bring her the most pleasure, and you hold her hips firmly to make sure her wild bucking doesn't cause her to lose her balance.

With her arms over her head, and her back arched in pleasure, her tits are thrust forward beautifully. Her bouncing loosens the knot holding her shirt in place, and before long her breasts are bouncing free of her shirt, waving hypnotically before your eyes. You reach forward, catching a soft breast in your mouth and suckling at the dark blue nipple. Her nipple hardens under your tonguing, and her moan of pleasure turns to a quiet yelp as you gently nibble her hardened pebble.

Her hands on her lekku, your mouth on her breast, and your cock deep inside her sends Tekka over the edge once more. She cries out loudly, cumming again and again and again, and this time it is too much for you as well. Thrusting your hips up into her, you fire a flood of jizz into her waiting pussy. Your juices mingle between you, and Tekka grabs your head to pull you into a passionate kiss as you ride out your orgasms together.

As the two of you recover in the chair, you dimly become aware of the communicator blinking rapidly and half of your readouts flashing notifications.

Apparently, you've been idling at your destination, the ship autopilot hovering and awaiting manual control for docking. The dockmaster has been trying to contact you for awhile now to see what the holdup is. Sheepishly, you begin rapidly engaging landing protocols, hands flying over consoles and switches.

Timik reports over the speaker that he had taken the liberty of dragging Rogo to recover in his bunk, and you hope desperately he didnt also take the liberty of replacing Rogo's eyes with experimental cameras or something. You're a tiny bit ashamed you allowed yourself to get distracted before ensjring your mechanic was safe. The Dug and the dockmaster will be pissed, but on balance you regret nothing.

While the Convor shudders through its landing procedures, you dress and prepare to head out to collect your reward.