Interlude

You watch as the blue tunnel of hyperspace recedes into white streaks and then snaps into solid white dots.

“Anything in the area?” you ask Tanna as you observe your surroundings through the cockpit windows.

“Nothing on scopes” Tanna replied, “If they have ships, they aren’t in space,” she added.

“Which doesn’t say much, Cloakshape fighters are much better in atmosphere than in space” Sata commented, swiveling her chair around to face you.

“If they haven’t got anything in orbit than they probably don’t know we’re here, now’s a good time to stop, get some rest and get kitted out before we make our attack” you say. With your directive set, Sata got up and ducked out immediately.

“So, I guess it’s just you and me now huh?” Tanna said casually, swiveling her chair around to face you.

“You want sex don’t you?” you ask, almost rhetorically.

“It’s been a while” the Twi’lek casually replied, a mischievous grin adorning her face.

“It’s only been a few days” you reply, a grin of your own matching Tanna’s. Tanna, taking your grin as permission, slid out of her seat. Raising her right arm above her head and hooking her left hand into the shirt under her armpit, Tanna smoothly slid her top and bra off over her head and flung it to her left. A smirk played on the girl’s lips as she hooked her thumbs into her trousers and slowly, sensually slid them down her legs, making sure to give you an excellent view of her breasts as she did. With her trousers and panties now around her ankles, Tanna, ran her hands up her body starting from her legs and going all the way up until her hands were resting above her head. Letting her arms fall to the side, Tanna stepped out of her trousers in slow, graceful steps before stalking towards you, making sure every movement rippled through her body and that her hips swayed perfectly with each step. It was only three steps from her pants to your chair and yet Tanna made the move take a life time, your eyes not knowing exactly which part of her body to be entranced upon. Tanna slid into your chair, a sexy, yet amused, smirk decorating her face as she closed in. she got so close that her breath tickled your cheek but before you could kiss her, your shirt was coming up over your head. You chuckle as you raise your arms, allowing the garment to be flung off of you as you came face to face with the blue Twi’lek once more. This time Tanna went the rest of the way and pressed her lips to yours, your tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. The kiss didn’t last long as Tanna broke it off and slid out of your seat. The most notable part of this however was that she took your trousers with her, somehow managing to get her hands into your pants while you were busy kissing. She threw them to the side once she’d gotten them off of you.

Now freed of all of your clothes, your shaft sprang fully to attention. Tanna eyed it with a pleased grin before sliding back into your seat and pressing herself against you, her boobs spreading out across your chest like warm clouds as she once again pressed her mouth to yours. You ran your hands up her back and she hooked her arms around your shoulders as your make-out session grew more intense, her snatch grinding against your shaft. This state of affairs didn’t last long, as Tanna impaled herself upon your shaft, sighing in pleasure as she slid down it’s length. Now joined at the hip, you and Tanna continue your make-out. To your amazement and pleasure, it felt like Tanna was somehow stroking you just with her vaginal muscles. Slowly, Tanna began leaning back, putting all of her weight onto your arms as you held her until she was being fully supported by you. With that, she began moving, using nothing but her lower core to stroke your cock as she gyrated on top of you. You bring the girl forward just enough so you could lean forward and wrap your mouth around one of her tits, sucking and running your tongue around her areola. With a pop, you let the tit go and watched as it jiggled before moving to the next one, delighting in the sweet moans your efforts enticed from the girl. Soon, Tanna herself was leaning forward, her soft moans coming in time with each gyration as she wrapped herself around you, pressing herself into your chest and using her knees for leverage so as to move faster. You could feel your own pleasure mounting. With a little god power, you **** your pleasure down so that you could time it with Tanna’s own, her moans getting more **** as she got closer to the edge. You groan as the pleasure built in your cock while Tanna was now slapping herself against you as she got closer and closer to the edge. Finally, as if someone had shocked her, Tanna’s muscles clamped around you, her back arched and a long, loud moan tore from her lips in her orgasm. This, her orgasmic spasms and a few thrusts from you into her clenched tightness drove you over the edge and you came inside of the girl, who ground herself on you to get the last few tingles and spasms out.

Coming down from her high and panting from the effort, Tanna collapses against you. You wrap your arms around the girl and enjoy the warm embrace as you bask in the afterglow. It felt like a short eternity before Tanna’s heart rate and breathing returned to normal, but she made no move to get up from you, your cock still inside of her though now mostly flaccid.

“That was nice” Tanna quietly sighed into your shoulder. You stroked her back in response. “We should do this more often” she added and you hum into her neck as agreement.

“Are you two done?” Asked Sata, walking in.

“Yep” Tanna replied, popping the ‘P’ sound. You look at the Pantoran and notice that two fingers on her right hand were glistening and her jumpsuit had a wet spot around the crotch area.

“You done masturbating to us?” you ask and you felt Tanna smirk into your chest.

“Y-yes” Sata admitted, blushing as she suddenly became interested in the floor. “Anyway, I finished the gun you wanted me to make” she said quickly before turning on her heel and practically sprinting out. Tanna chuckled into your chest.

“I like that girl, sometimes she’s a bashful and naive girl and other times she’s a raging slut” Tanna sighed. She still made no move to get up.

“I’d like to check out that gun of hers” you say casually, making no move to **** Tanna up. Tanna hummed into your chest as her response and the two of you just stayed there, enjoying each other.

“Carry me to bed first” Tanna said and you chuckle as you hook an arm under her arse and wrap the other around her back. Standing up, Tanna wrapped her legs around you and her arms around your neck as you carried her the relatively short distance to your quarters. Walking up to your bed you let go of the Twi’lek and smirk as she made a ‘poof’ sound upon hitting the bed. The girl herself giggled as she wormed her way under the covers. Now wrapped up, Tanna gave you a smirk. “Hurry back for round two,” she said, her smirk turning seductive. You grin as you turn and leave.

“I’d really wish you’d wear clothes” Sata grumbled as you entered the machine shop Sata had set up.

“I could, but I’d be taking them off again in a minute anyway” you reply with a shrug as you take a look at the brand new gun Sata had made. It was a P90, or as close to one as you could get anyway.

“The whole mechanism was so alien that the gun designer I spoke with on Coruscant just shook his head” Sata explained as she picked up the weapon. “Lightweight plastoid frame for heat resistance and durability” she said, knocking her knuckle against the stock of the weapon. “Regular steel barrel though, I don’t have the machinery to bore out anything more extravagant” she added. “Rate of fire is basically the same as the original designs calls for and the feeding is nice and easy, it shouldn’t jam” she continued. “Lastly, the casing are smaller than what the designs you gave me wanted, found a better chemical to make the propellent out of, so you get seventy rounds per clip now, staggered and quad-stacked” she finished, showing a magazine which had four colunms of staggered bullets. How that was supposed to pose no feeding problems, you didn’t know.

“Anywhere I can test fire that?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“Sure” Sata replied, “The cargo bay” and you nodded. While it might have been a monumentally stupid idea to fire a gun while naked, you needed to know if you could mag dump with the gun and have no feeding problems. True to Sata’s word, there was no reloading issues and the entire clip emptied just fine.

“Best part about this is that we should be able to make our own ammo anywhere” you tell the girl who was eyeing the spent brass with distaste, knowing someone had to pick up the casings.

“So long as we manage to find all the ingredients involved” Sata replied, leading you up the stairs and back into the machine shop.

“Well done Sata, nice piece of hardware” you compliment, admiring the gun. It would be perfect for when you hit the pirate base tomorrow.

“I aim to please” Sata said before pausing as she realised what she had just said “Uhh well, you know what I mean” Sata added, now trying to look everywhere but your free dangling junk. You chuckle as you put the weapon down. You had a Twi’lek to get back to after all.