Negotiate with Bella

What the hell. You nod along with Willa, and pointedly move your hand off of the butt of your blaster.

"You know Beal, I think Willa's right. I'm tired, and I think we would all rather have this conversation tomorrow, well rested."

Tekka looks confused, but you wink reassuringly. You know what you're doing. Probably.

Beal agrees grudgingly, and sets you and Tekka up in separate rooms ("As is only proper, now," he says). You sit on the bed in your room, and wait. Unless you missed your mark, the negotiations will come to you.

The door creaks open, and it's Bella who comes slinking through the door. She's wearing nothing but a thin white nightgown, of a silky material that seems out of place on the rough homestead. She closes the door behind her, and crosses over to your bed hurriedly.

"It really is you, isn't it? Corvin Marks, who freed Nojahl?" She's staring at you with wide-eyed admiration, and you nod in acknowledgment.

"I knew it! I knew you looked familiar! You're all anyone talks about down in the city."

She's reached into your lap to hold your hands. "Mother wanted me to run, but I knew when I heard your name that I didn't need to. You're a hero! I don't know why you are here, or working with the Hutts, but I'm sure you have a reason."

She's so excited it's infectious. "Listen, if you're really heading off world, I don't want to take that away from you. I'll figure out something to tell my employer."

She lights up at that. "I knew it! I knew it!" She practically leaps into your lap, hugging you tightly and giving you a wet kiss on the cheek. "Everyone talks about how you don't take advantage of... the... oh... hi there."

Pretty girls in your lap tend to have a particular effect, no matter how heroic your legend has become, and she appears to have noticed. You are about to lift her away, but she starts to slide her hips against your bulge.

"So listen, I think I need to say thank you. If it were anyone else, they'd take the money or worse." She's biting her lips nervously. "I'm not very experienced, and we'd have to be quiet, but..."

She's just too cute. You lean out to kiss her gently, and she throws her arms around you. When she draws back, it's with a dreamy look in her eye. "To think, me with the hero Corvin Marks."

She reaches down and fumbles at your belt. Eventually she gets it free, and your cock is out soon after. She's still rocking against you, the silky fabric of her gown sliding smoothly along your member, staining it with your precum. Blushing, she lifts the hem of the gown, revealing she didn't wear panties on this trip. You grin, lifting her slightly and gently lowering her down onto your waiting cock.

Her movements aren't skilled, but they are enthusiastic. She's bouncing wildly, and you reach up to steady her, slowing her, guiding her up and down your throbbing dick. You flick against her clit with your thumb, the combined feel of your cock and fingers sending her into a gushing orgasm. She wants to scream, instead buting down hard on your shoulder to stifle her cries.

She continues to ride through it, and you teach her plenty that night you know she won't learn in her offworld school. But all good things must come to an end, and you find yourself nearing your orgasm. She may be inexperienced, but she notices your breath and thrusts quickening.

"Are you cumming? Cum for me baby. Just please not inside. You want it on my face? My tits? Just not inside."

You're about to blow. Where do you want it?