Option 3: Dominated by the Dug

EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO

"Mmph! More! Gimme mor-Gluhk! Gluhk! Gluhk! Gluhk-Gluhk-GluhkGluhkGluhkGLUHKGLUHKGLUHKGLUHK!" Spit, precum and throatslime frothed and bubbled from the corners of Shmi's mouth and down the sides of her upturned face as her current customer speared his cock straight down her gullet. The ridges lining his shaft set the walls of her throat quivering, stirring the mingled juices building up inside it into more of the same frothy, sloppy mess that now decorated her face and tits. The Dug's walking digits squeezed down on her shoulders as his grasping digits tugged painfully on her hair as he gave one last downward thrust and began the long, slow process of cumming - not that it felt slow to Shmi, when every heavy, almost lazy throb of his shaft dumped what felt like half a pint of warm, thick jizz into her belly.

Eventually, he ran dry and pulled out of her, pumping one last massive shot all over her face before hopping to the ground and leaving as Shmi began scooping her latest facial into her mouth with her fingers and tongue. "Nngh... So good," she slurred deliriously, half from the narcotic effect it was having on her and half from the marathon throatfucking she'd just been subjected to, "need more..." Anyone watching would likely have marvelled at the strength and stamina it must have taken to hold her current deep, spread-legged squat throughout the whole ordeal - and they would definitely have reacted in disbelief to learn that she hadn't slept in weeks, unless one counted the slutty fugue states she'd regularly been put into by her partners' addictive cum.

It would have been impossible for almost any other woman, but those women weren't unknowingly carrying a ****-given future embodiment of lust and debauchery. Before she'd made the 'mistake' of betting Jabba that he couldn't have her screaming her defeat after ten minutes on the tip of his tongue and been rented out exclusively to the 'Little Malastare' community that had grown up around the Boonta Eve circuit's starting line for a year, she hadn't even dared dream of being used all day, every day by the pent-up Dug males that called it home. Now, though, it was a dream she was happy to live out as she idly wondered whether she was still early enough in her pregnancy to offer the next one her cunt, or if she should play it safe and make them all use her mouth or ass instead...

THE PRESENT

Padmé watched Mia sigh in relief as Sebulba released her tits and let himself land on the ground, taking a moment to bask in the pulsing heat radiating from where he'd squeezed and tugged at her sensitive flesh. Running her hands through her hair, the blonde tilted her head back and moaned loudly, before rising back to her feet and giving her hips a quick left-right shake that made her ass clap softly. "Alright Padmé," she asked, her voice stern, "are you going to go first, or shall I?" The Senator blinked in surprise at the difference in tone between her words and her actions - or, as Mia turned around to face her and Sebulba, the sultry pout she wore.

"What," Mia asked, "is there something on my face?" Once again, her nonplussed tone of voice was undercut by her actions as she shot a steamy look at Sebulba and began to roll her hips suggestively, practically grinding her lower lips against an invisible stripper pole for the Dug's enjoyment. "Whatever," she added breezily after a moment of awkward silence, "let's just get this over with and-" She cut herself off with a slow lick of her lips that left them shining with spit. "-be on our way." Padmé just nodded along dumbly, more than a little hypnotised by the way the rolling of Mia's broad breeding hips drew attention to just how aroused she was, her pussy plump, puffy and visibly shining with her juices.

Sebulba, unlike Mia's fellow slut, knew exactly what he was looking at. He'd taken out his frustrations on Shmi dozens of times over the years, venting his anger at the break in his winning streak on the closest thing he could get to the cause of that break, and he recognised the swaying hips and drooling lips - both pairs - of a Slutwalker going into heat. The only difference, as her breathing began to shift into a **** panting, was that Mia seemed to be entirely oblivious to how clearly she was advertising her need for his cock. "Guess it's all-" Another pause, another slow lick of her lips. "-up to me, then," she remarked, clearly taking Padmé's dumbstruck staring for a silent indicator of her preference.

Mia paused her imaginary polework for a moment to cup her breasts and make a show of jiggling her juicy Jedi juggs for Sebulba, before she approached him with an exaggerated sway of her hips and dropped smoothly into an open-legged squat in front of him, her eyes locked on his massive, ribbed dick. He could tell from her eyes as she blew his cock a kiss and wrapped her slender hands around it that she still considered this a purely business-like exchange, and while he honestly couldn't blame her for her antipathy towards him, he also struggled to hold back his laughter at seeing how little influence her conscious mind had over her body. Even now, with the way-

He threw back his head and groaned in pleasure. Even now, when she was suckling on the tip of his cock and swirling her tongue around it, she probably thought of it as nothing but a chore. He heard a soft clap-clap-clap under the sloppy slurping sounds she made as she began to bob her head and he realised that she was bouncing her hips while she worked, twerking for an invisible audience while she let fat streams of drool run down his shaft. Her body couldn't have been giving of clearer signals that she wanted his cock if she'd gotten down on her back and crossed her ankles behind her head, and he was happy to oblige. Grabbing the back of Mia's head and shifting his walking digits for a more stable stance, he abruptly yanked her down his cock, a few inches of his length disappearing into her throat with a wet gluhk sound and an explosion of spit that coated his balls.

Padmé tried her best to restrain herself as Sebulba began to fuck her girlfriend's throat, but it was a losing battle. Blushing became panting, panting became grinding her thighs together, and before long one hand was drifting down between her legs and the other to her chest. Once the first finger slipped between her folds and the first pinch was delivered to one of her nipples, all semblance of propriety went out the window; before long, she was squatting down next to Sebulba just like Mia, staring hungrily at the sloppy mess he was making of the blonde's mouth while she stuffed three fingers into her drooling pussy so hard and fast that droplets of her arousal stained both of her partners as well as the sand between her feet.

"<<Take it, schutta!>>" The heavy, wet slapping of Sebulba's overfull balls against Mia's tits paused for a moment while he held her down, her face pressed against his crotch and the bulge in her throat visibly expanding and contracting as he began to pour his first orgasm of the day down her throat. Normally, he would have been able to hold out for a lot longer than a few minutes of rough, sloppy deepthroat, but he'd been waiting for this day for a long, long time, and he was willing to compromise on his pride if it meant getting a hot, gooey load of his ballbatter into Mia Slutwalker of all people. He knew he was a cut above most Dug males - he'd known it since the first mouthful the Gella twins swallowed had them tugging their own lekku as they begged for more, the most blatant and self-degrading way for a Twi'lek to advertise her desires. Now, it was time to see what effect it had on the Jedi cunt who'd dared humiliate him all those years ago...

As he felt his climax beginning to taper off, he gripped the blonde's hair tightly and dragged her off of his cock, almost absentmindedly shifting his hips to ensure that his last two proper blasts caught Padmé right on the face and chest, leaving her looking like she'd massively overdone her royal makeup with how caked in white she was. Ignoring the spluttering Senator, Sebulba watched Mia's eyes roll back and flutter closed, her hands groping and kneading her tits like stress toys as her hips began to bounce and buck harder and faster. A low, panting moan slowly **** its way out of her, growing in volume and pitch until, with an ear-splitting shriek, she threw her head back and squirted hard enough to leave even her powerful legs quivering weakly as they struggled to support her weight.

This time, the look in her glassy, dilated eyes more than matched the way she licked her lips when her gaze drifted down to his still-hard cock. Sebulba grunted in satisfaction as she wrapped her tits around the base of his shaft and began to stroke him, lowering her head to envelop the rest in her mouth and the first few inches of her throat - a throat that squeezed and massaged the head of his cock as she swallowed repeatedly. He reached out and pulled the Naboo bitch - a bitch that he belatedly remembered seeing in Mia's company that day - towards him, right as she finished hungrily sucking the last dregs of the cum he'd left on her from her fingertips.

Padmé gasped in surprise at the sudden manhandling, which quickly tapered off into a series of breathy moans as he gripped her breasts and pushed them together roughly. They were only slightly bigger than Mia's, but with six years of extra fucking - and, more importantly, breeding - the tits of Naboo's balldrainer-in-chief had one important advantage over her girlfriend's; an advantage Sebulba took full advantage of as he pressed them together at just the right angle for his mouth to latch onto both fat, durasteel-hard nipples at once and suck. Padmé's eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out of her dopily-grinning mouth as the rush she always got from being milked mixed with the high of ingesting the Dug's addictive cum to set off fireworks in her brain. Something told Sebulba, and would have told his latest two conquests if they'd had the mental coherence for it, that the pair wouldn't be stopping at just the one load...

LATER

Sebulba lounged in the passenger compartment of Mia and Padmé's ship, both sluts slobbering on his balls while R2 guided them towards their destination. "Please come- mwah -back to Naboo," the royal cumguzzler begged between sloppy licks, "there's so many eager sluts waiting to taste your superior seed!" Mia rolled her eyes in response and slipped a hand around the back of Padmé's head, forcing the brunette's face against the object of her worship. "You could do that," the Jedi jizz-addict retorted, "or you could come with me. Jedi business takes me to so many exotic places, with so many exotic- slurp -fucktoys for you to try!"

Does either of them manage to convince him?

Option 1: Sebulba takes Padmé up on the offer to conquer her handmaidens, royal staff, and any other women on Naboo who catch his eye.

Option 2: Sebulba goes with Mia the next time she heads out on official business, or when she next visits the Jedi Temple.

Option 3: Why listen to either of them? A champion podracer can never have too many scantily-clad sluts attending him between races - especially when one of them is a supernaturally-skilled mechanic and pilot in her own right.

Option X: Something else. A change of perspective back to Rey, a look at the ripples of her arrival, anything you can think of!