Pass

I was taking my ship back to Abregado-rae the next day. There, I would either capture the Wookiee or become his prey; there was no alternative. The stakes for my future were too high.

The spaceport was a haven for pirates and other scoundrels. You could easily end up a **** faster than anywhere else, for sale in a grim market.

I had to contact Bashoda Tano, a Twi'lek who would give me access to the spaceport without me having to risk ending up in the hold, but like everything else, she came at a price.

I turned on the encrypted communications and opened the channel to her private address. I saw her face appear.

- Oh, it's you, my little Tinty! It's been ages! What do you want?

- Hello, Bashoda. I'd like to be able to access the spaceport without ending up in a **** market. Can you grant me a pass?

- Lol, easy there, you're getting ahead of yourself. Come to my private dock, a droid will take you to me. As usual, I accept payment in kind for you. She ran her tongue over her lips.

I sighed, feigning annoyance, but I admit that these payments in kind with her were always a shared pleasure.

- Okay, still as greedy as ever.

She looked at me, amused.

- Even more so, I missed you.

I docked the ship at Bashoka's dock, put 3B3 on guard, thinking back to the previous few days when he had known how to give me pleasure and, above all, find positions that amplified the effect of the vaginal rings. A speeder with a protocol droid was waiting for me.

- Welcome, Mistress Bashoka, who is eagerly awaiting you.

I smiled, amused.

- I suspected as much.

At least I suspected this encounter wouldn't end in a **** session. We entered a courtyard surrounded by unassuming buildings, but the interiors revealed a pleasing taste and a sense of ease. Leaning against a wall, Bashoka was waiting for me. She rushed towards me and embraced me.

- Well, my dear, what a welcome! It's always a pleasure to see you.

- You know it could be the same every day.

- You know very well I'd bore you. It's better if I add a little spice to your life occasionally.

She took me by the shoulders and led me to her private quarters. We sat on her bed as soon as we arrived.

- The same price for your protection, always.

Of course." With these words, she removed my bounty hunter jacket, opened the vest that ensured my modesty.

- You're wearing nothing underneath. I like that.

- I suspected you were eager to get to the fun part.

I began to undress her as she continued to do the same to me.

Bashoda's fingers caressed the curve of my collarbone as my last clothes piled up around my hips. Her lekku quivered with anticipation as I bit her lower lip—just hard enough to make her gasp. The scent of spicy oil filled the air as she picked up the bottle from near the bed, placing a drop on her fingertips before applying them to my sternum. I arched against her, the cool liquid turning into a searing burn where her nails grazed my skin.

"Always impatient," she murmured against my throat, her free hand digging into my hair to tilt my head back. She looked at my body as if she were discovering it for the first time, her fingers tracing the outlines of my vaginal rings.

-It's pretty, it's new, it must have hurt.

Her voice was a warm breath against my neck as her fingers traced circles around the metal rings.

- Yes, very much so. You could make me forget this moment. She smiled.

"Gladly, but show me how you want me to comfort you." Without waiting, I pushed her onto the bed and my hand slipped between her legs. I had to admit, I'd missed our lovemaking. I held a beautiful butterfly in my hands; she wasn't going to escape me until I gave myself to her.

“You remember,” she gasped, her voice husky with desire, “how I love it when you take me like this?”

I didn’t answer—I simply thrust deeper, my thumb caressing the sensitive clitoris between her thighs. Her back arched off the bed, the shimmering blue of her skin deepening with each panting breath. I slowed my movements, feeling her body tremble on the edge of ecstasy. Her fingers gripped the disheveled sheets, her knuckles whitening with the effort.

Her amber eyes burned with a fire I knew all too well. A shiver ran through her as I added circular pressure right there, that sensitive spot that responded by triggering the sway of her hips that begged for more. I would have been remiss not to grant the wish of a woman who loved me perhaps more than others.

I slowed down even more, savoring every shiver of her body against mine, the moist warmth enveloping my fingers. Her hands tightened around my wrists, as if she feared I might escape.

"No, don't stop," she moaned, the words breaking in a hoarse breath. Her hands began to explore my intimacy in turn; there was no doubt she was a lover who knew how to satisfy my most passionate desires.

Her fingers found my burning flesh with cruel precision, sliding between the damp folds as if she knew every crease of my body better than I did. An electric shiver ran through me as her nails lightly scratched, just enough to draw a hoarse moan from my throat. I felt her hands tighten even further, chaining me to her as her mouth pressed against my neck.

We were a union of pleasure and groaning, panting desire, our bodies entwined like two hungry beasts. Her fingers never left me, alternating between fluid caresses and brutal pressure that made me arch my back against her. One of her lekku slid along my thigh, its quivering tip tracing feverish circles on my damp skin.

I slowed my movements, feeling her body tremble on the verge of ecstasy. Her fingers gripped the disheveled sheets, her knuckles whitening with the effort, her teeth digging into my collarbone, the pain mingled with pleasure making me grind my teeth. I responded with renewed vigor, my fingers plunging deeper inside her while my other fingers squeezed the base of her lekku, where the skin was most sensitive.

She let out a muffled cry, her body arching so violently that our foreheads brushed. The spicy scent of her sweat mingled with the electricity in the air, each breath filling my lungs with its fragrance.

I felt her muscles contract around my fingers, each spasm vibrating like a blue flash beneath her skin. Her breath broke into a series of hurried gasps, her nails digging into my hips in time with my movements. Our two female bodies harmonized as if we were twins; we knew exactly how to produce maximum effect and saturate our nerve cells with pleasure.

Her lekku tensed like vibrating strings as a final spasm coursed through her from head to toe. Her mouth opened in a screaming silence, her nails digging into my hips as the wave of pleasure washed over her. My own breath quickened as her fingers, still buried deep inside me, increased their pace with sadistic precision—each movement calculated to prolong my exquisite ****.

A low groan escaped her throat as my fingers pushed deeper, the moist heat enveloping me in rhythmic pulses. Her touch became more insistent; knowing exactly where to press, how to turn me; until my vision blurred.

Her teeth grazed my collarbone again, sharper this time, making me gasp. I retaliated by sliding my free hand along the sensitive ridge of her lekku, eliciting a shuddering moan. Her hips rose and fell erratically, seeking friction, her panting breath against my skin.

I felt her body tense like a bow beneath my hands, every muscle quivering on the verge of breaking. Her mouth opened against my skin in a voiceless cry as her fingers, drenched with my desire, sculpted me with methodical fury. The air vibrated between us, thick with the acrid scent of our fears mingled with the electricity of pleasure.

Like two sisters, we began to feel an orgasm rising like a mountain torrent that engulfed us, beyond our control. Our cries of pleasure were shrill yet exquisite, our bodies collapsing in a breathless embrace, our fears mingling with the glistening sweat between our bellies. Her labia throbbed against my hip like sated serpents as my fingers, still buried inside her, felt the last throbbings of her pleasure.

We collapsed against each other, her hand absently caressing my breasts.

- Be careful, he's dangerous, and if you fail, at best he'll enslave you, and I won't be able to do anything for you.

I smiled at her.

- Don't worry, I'll win our bounty hunter duel. Jabba isn't giving me a choice anyway.

She sighed and gave me a badge to wear to keep me from getting into more trouble than I already had.

- You know I would have given it to you even without our pleasant encounter.

- I know, but I would have made love to you even without a pass.

We smiled at each other and kissed one last time before parting with regret.