Before You Go

Niome's conciousness was swimming in clouds, flying maybe. She was weak to simple things. With everything around her collapsed, this man wanting her was more than enough to earn every ounce of her affection. She wanted to be wanted. Nyk moved quickly between her legs, he didn't intend to use her quite yet. Instead her offered her a part of sex she didn't understand. The Weequay gave her pleasure, and he seemed experienced. His nose was pressed into the top of her slit, and his tongue found its way into her folds. The feeling was alien. The slick appendage maneuvered through her crevice quickly, and nimbly hit the right spots. She mewled at the electric sensation, her toes closed against her soles, and she felt pressure growing. The Weequay continued his work.

Niome writhed in pleasure, and the pressur built. She found herself holding onto the bed covers as if she might suddenly shoot off of them like a rocket. Nyk seemed to know exactly how she felt, somehow. He had full control. Eventually the pressure was too much, and the bounty hunter's thighs locked around his head like a vice. Niome let out a mewl, and for a moment every muscle spasmed. She finally felt release. Then her captor, now lover climbed on top of her. The closeness was divine. His lips on hers, without any physical allure. Somewhere deep down she might have thought he was another. She felt him as more than flesh. When they joined, their souls were one.

Every moment was beautiful agony, and in the hours they spent, Niome had plenty of them. She fell asleep soon after he finally finished. An end she could imagine Nyk carefully delayed. She fell asleep that night feeling desired, needed even. She didn't sleep that night alone.