A nocturnal visitation

The Outlander slept alone, as he usually did. Even his lovers tended to sleep separately, though not for a lack of intimacy. It was sheer pragmatism - he snored like a bantha and tossed and turned at night, making him uncomfortable to try and sleep with. He'd also been told that he radiated heat like a furnace while he slept. As such, he slept single in his quarters and aboard ship, when possible. Thus it was with some surprise that he felt a presence in his bed as he grew aware, briefly between dreams.

"I must say, Outlander, I am surprised. Two women agreeing to share you, share your seed, your children. Have they no pride? If I had taken you as consort, I would have killed anyone who dared try to lay claim rather than share," said the familiar, slightly raspy voice.

"Vaylin, we both know you'd have sooner killed me than taken me as consort," he said, turning. Her spirit was laying on his bed, appearing to be under the covers with him.

Vaylin shrugged. "Perhaps. You were so infuriatingly defiant. Though I suppose that would have been a good quality for a consort. Besides, if I had taken you as consort, I could have still killed you later." She appeared to look him over. "Sleeping without a shirt? I would have thought you slept in your armor, like you did when my brother had you imprisoned in carbonite. Hmm. You're not as fat as I thought. I like your scars," she said, her hand tracing his broad chest. He swore he could feel the difference between the fingers that were gloved and the ones that were bare.

"They were well earned. How about yours?" he asked. He realized he wasn't technically awake. Sometimes Valkorian's spirit had appeared like this as well, though the context was about as different as could be imagined.

"You saw Nathema. You know what they did. But they covered the scars with tattoos," she said, reaching to the clasp on her cloak. She pulled it open, revealing herself to The Outlander. Her pale skin was covered from collarbone to navel with black tattoos, not quite Sith alchemical marks, but definitely some kind of arcane symbols. Only her pale pink nipples stood out, sitting on her high firm breasts. She looked into his eyes as he examined her body, and her tips hardened under his gaze. "Do you like what you see?"

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," he admitted.

"I'll be the judge of that," she said, reaching under the covers. "Oh my, no pants either. Naughty. Let's see... Oh! No wonder they're so eager to share. There's more than enough for one here," she said, grasping his cock. She began to stroke him gently. "And he's getting bigger. Mmm, I knew you liked me," she said, licking her lips.

"If you hadn't been trying so hard to kill me and my friends, and then commit galactic genocide, I could have liked you quite a bit," he said. He wasn't sure what she was playing at, but in this dream, her hand deftly pumped his thick cock to full hardness with smooth skillful movements.

"But that would be so boring, and be honest - you like your women dangerous. Who's more dangerous than me?" she smiled with a feral glint.

"There have been a few contenders, but none of them appeared in the afterlife to give me a handjob," he said. "So that counts for something."

"How kind of you to say," Vaylin said, rolling her golden eyes. "Besides, if you're to be a married man, someone has to make sure your seed is strong enough." She pushed him onto his back, and before he could say anything, she lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock, rolling her tongue around it while her hand still stroked his thick shaft. She teased his tip for several long minutes, making him groan, before taking the head of his cock between her warm lips. She slowly eased his thickness into her mouth while stroking him, groaning as s he did so. She had him panting and straining for release but held him on the edge for several minutes, before finally letting him cum, his thick seed filling her mouth as she attempted to swallow. He overflowed her mouth, though, and the cum leak down onto her gloved hand. "So much! You must really like me," she said, and met his eyes as she licked the rest of his cum off the supple leather of her gloves.

"Rest now, Outlander. I'm done with your for now," she said, disappearing, and as she faded, he fell back into a deep sleep.