Logan to the rescue, but not quite as he'd thought

A loud screeching far overhead made the rebel stop in his tracks and stare upwards into the treetops, ignoring the illusion of his father reaching up to him from the treacherous swamp. Sound and touch was all he could percieve as reallity in this gasseous mist surrounding him, as all sense of taste and smell was blurred out by the sickly stench while vision could obviously not be trusted at all.

Something was definitively on the move up there, blurred out shadows swinging or swooping from tree to tree and then dissappearing into the distance while followed by another series of alien roars and screeches. Whatever it was, he certainly didn't want to meet them again, and he hurriedly pressed onwards in the other direction while hoping he was still heading to where he'd last heard the voice of the young imperial.

Within moments he stumbled up onto sturdier ground, making him feel a little more secure even though the gas didn't seem to fade in the slightest. And then, right ahead of him, he found the broken trunk of a tree with something hanging like a rag over the top of it. Stepping closer he realized to his horror that it was Sarah, her seemingly lifeless body hanging limp and torn over the broken stem.

Then he slowly came to realize that it was just her skirt and part of the rest of clothing that'd been torn from her body, spread out in shredded pieces all over the ground where he cautiously approached her, and he could finally breathe out in relief as he could hear the sound of her awkward whimpering. Stepping closer still made him frown in surprise however, finding her completely naked from waist and down while wiggling her cute little butt in the air...

"L... Logan...?" She whimpered as he finally reached her, glaced eyes glancing back at him over her shoulder with something wild and **** glowing from deep inside of them. "Please, Logan... I need it so bad...!"

"Need what...?" He mumbled while looking her over, allthough the tone to her voice and the look in her eyes seemed to tell him far more than any words what she wanted of him. It was strange really, that he'd never seen her as anything but the spoiled, imperial little brat that was nothing but trouble for all around her, and only faintly registered what a beauty of a woman that she truly was.

Now however, with her sweet little ass wiggling naked in front of him and her eyes filled with the most primal desire, he just couldn't help but find his own arousal awakened just by hearing her sensous voice... And meanwhile the gas seemed to twist and blurr his sense of reallity even further, making his mind feel heavy and uncertain that it was really Sarah that was sprawled out in front of him.

Closing his eyes and reaching down towards her, he could at least confirm that it was real, female flesh that he was touching as he grabbed onto her hips. Who it actually was seemed to matter less for every passing moment, and despite his best attempts to shake it off, he was soon becoming enthralled by the same sort of gas-imbued lust that seemed to have overcome the beautiful imperial...