The Tusken Princess needs some breeding

You decide to give Shmi more time to heal naturally and, with a wave of your hand, you send her away in a bright flash of light to your personal quarters aboard the Star Forge. You then turn to find Chekha shifting uncomfortably on her feet.

She's dressed in the traditional garb of a Tusken female. A long and elaborate jeweled mask dominated her enshrouded face and much of her form was hidden from view by a large, torso covering sand shroud. In fact, not a single inch of skin could be seen as she was completely covered in thick clothes to protect her from the unforgiving sands of Tatooine's Jundland Wastes.

"Do I make you nervous, Chekha?" you ask.

"You do indeed, my Lord," she answers softly.

While still possessing a rough undertone, you are relieved to find that a female Tusken's voice isn't nearly as grating on the ears as a male. In fact, you find the raspiness of it rather sensual. You wondered if her body would be just as surprising.

"Do you know why you have been brought here?" you question further.

"I... do not," she admits.

"You need not worry, simply obey my commands and you will find great pleasure. Now... take off your clothes. I wish to see you."

You can see her hesitate and for good reason. Tusken Raiders were forbidden to disrobe in front of others, save for very specific occasions; childbirth, wedding nights, and coming-of-age ceremonies. She wasn't carrying and she had already come of age several years ago, so it was simple for her to rationalize the desire behind your command.

Wordlessly she obeys, beginning with her head wrappings. The thick and heavy cloth is lifted by her hands, taking the mask with it and exposing her face to the open air. Beneath your own mask, your eyes widen in surprise at her femininity. Her face is angular and a bit rough, and a pale gray in color from a lifetime of being shielded by Tatooine's unrelenting twin suns. Her hair is black and slick, cut short for practicality and a pair of amber eyes with slits for pupils gazes towards you. Her thin lips remain firmly shut. Her shroud follows, as do the various cloths and leathers of her outfit which fall away at her feet in steady succession until she is bared before you.

Of all the mental images you had of Tuskens beneath those outfits, this was certainly not what you had expected. Her body was expectedly humanoid by nature but with a clearly alien twist. Her skin appeared leathery and taut at first glance, with a thin layer of fur covering every inch from her neck down to her surprisingly feminine toes. She was lithe as expected from a desert diet and you can see the faint outline of her ribs below perky breasts. You found the picture both strange and arousing.

You can feel her shrink beneath your gaze, so you follow suit with your own garments to give her a sense of comfort. Chekha's breath hitches as your gloved hands set to work with the various buttons and fastenings of your armor, pulling them loose from the body you've carefully sculpted in preparation for your conquests, a body that would require years of hard work and dedication through rigorous exercise and strict diet. Her eyes widen as the first hints of skin are revealed as your robes fall away. Finally, you lift your hands to pull Revan's mask from your face.

"Human...!" she whispers quietly with shock. "The Bringer of Water is human!"

"Does this disturb you?" you ask her as you step forward to circle her.

"I don't know, my lord," she admits. "Never have I imagined our holiest of Gods to take the form of our enemies."

"They are only enemies because your people make it so," you explain as you approach her from behind and place your hands on her shoulders.

Despite the rough appearance of her skin, she is surprisingly smooth to the touch. She inhales sharply as your hands run up and down her body, drinking in those electrifying tingles of your caress.

"Has a man ever touched you, Chekha?"

"N-no," she stammers out as your hands move to cup her breasts.

Her raspy moans send blood rushing to your cock and it juts up between her fuzzy ass cheeks. Curious to see if she's similar to a human woman in all aspects, your hand dips down to her moistening slit and you roughly push a pair of fingers into her clenching heat. She gasps out far more audibly as you begin pumping your digits into the tight confines of her pussy. Her walls are bumpy, moreso than a human female and also seemed to be... moving? You contemplate this odd sensation and realize her anatomy was equipped with hundreds of little feelers. A shudder runs down your spine as you imagine what kind of sensations were in store for you when you penetrate her with your eager manhood.

She's moaning wantonly now as she grinds her hips into your hand, her legs shaking from the pleasure you were giving her and soon enough, your own patience wears thin as instinct takes over. You roughly shove her forward onto her father's bed, your hands grabbing her rear and pulling it up to meet your cockhead as you kneel behind her. Chekha turns her head to gaze at you with half-lidded eyes as you slowly press yourself into her clenching and unspoiled heat. Her vocalizations begin as a whimper but soon grow into a keening yowl with every inch you sink past her ripped hymen until finally you bottom out.

You **** back your own gasp as her internal "feelers" dance along your shaft and cockhead. It dawns on you that earlier, they were simply laying flush under the **** of your fingers, but now as you lie there buried within her, they seemed to come to life and worked tirelessly upon your shaft. It was as if hundreds of tiny tongues were slobbering over you. Combined with the rhythmic clenching and heat of her alien cunt, you feared the slightest moment would **** you to blow. Steeling yourself, you place a blessing on your virility as insurance. You had no intention of stopping even if you came prematurely.

As carefully as possible, you drag yourself out of her impossibly tight cunt only to fail halfway and shove back inside. Your mind reels at the thought of a Tusken virgin driving you to the edge so quickly. Both amused and annoyed at how delicious her cunt felt, you send her arousal into overdrive as you reach around and press your golden fingers against her clit. Like a button being pressed, an orgasm rushes through her and she screams openly with lust. Growling and smashing your hips against her ass, you follow suit after a pitiful three thrusts and explode into her unsullied depths. It seemed even their reproductive cycles had evolved to conserve water as well, since sex quickly dehydrated the body.

"Yes!" she cries out. "Fill me with your life water! Give me a divine child!"

"Fuck Chekha, you hot piece of ass!" you roar as you grab one of her legs and flip her onto her back.

There was no stopping you now. You restore the load in your balls as you thrust roughly into Chekha, quenching the ravenous thirst of her pussy with a steady stream of virile seed. At some point, you throw her legs onto your shoulders and fold her into a mating press as you rut through your mutual, endless orgasm. Unholy wails echo out from the hut as you mindlessly indulge in each other, driving her to orgasm after orgasm on your spurting dick. Nails rake across your bare back as you pound her into the ground while minutes drag on like hours until at long last, your orgasm finally begins to wane.

You collapse upon her fading form in exhaustion as the last drop of cum gets sucked out of you. She mumbles deliriously at you as she slips into unconsciousness, the overload of sensations too much for her brain to handle. Pulling back slightly, you place a hand on her abdomen and you're pleased to find your seed had taken root within her. This child, you decided, would have limited powers to keep the endless spring you've gifted to this tribe plentiful with water. Perhaps in time, these primitive peoples would unite under a single, Golden Tribe and finally renounce their violent, nomadic ways and settle down.

Your work finished, you pull yourself free from the alien snatch that brought you such immense pleasure and, with a snap of your fingers, you are both cleaned and dressed. You look down upon the **** Chekha as she lays there in a deep slumber, her legs spread eagle and your seed dripping freely from her ravaged pussy. Smirking to yourself, you don your mask and step out of the hut to find a most shocking sight.

Your lusty aura had washed over the camp during your coupling with the Tusken Princess and took hold of the rest of the tribe, overriding their archaic aversion to nudity. A village orgy was taking place in the abundant springs you've birthed below their feet as fully nude men and women writhed together in a mating frenzy beneath the cascading streams of life-giving water. Even the Chief moved with the vigor of his youth as he and one of his guards spit-roasted a surprisingly voluptuous female. To your relief, not a single child was in sight, likely rushed off to their huts at the behest of their parents. Shaking your head in amusement, you silently make your way out of the camp past the oblivious Tuskens, leaving them to pleasures unending.

Before you depart on your next mission however, you make a point to place a blessing of protection over this tribe to safeguard them against any unruly characters should they discover these life springs. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that a Hutt scouting party would move to exterminate Chekha's people should they be discovered, and you fully intended to return to indulge in her in the future. Once properly satisfied with the wards on the camp, you vanish from the spot and move on to your next order of business.