The Happier Ending

She could hear his breathing as he approached. Something warm, and hard pressed against the tight ring of her entrance. She clenched involuntarily, and he pressed for just a moment before he withdrew. She couldn't see him, the hesitation just increased her fear. The tension in the air. She squirmed slightly in her restraints. He laid his head against her entrance again. It felt too large. Just the tip of it seemed like it wouldn't be able to press into her without tearing something. By girth alone, she was fearful. She tried her hardest to bring her thighs together reflexively, she clenched as hard as possible. His only response to her weak struggling was a grunt. Not the grunt of a human. The creature currently pressed into her folds was larger than any human.

He paused for a moment after the grunt, presumably watching her muscles tense. Then he simply pushed, and there was no resistance she could offer. The lubricant administered was clearly a mixed blessing. The friction didn't hurt, but he found his way into her effortlessly. Then, the thing breaching her, using her most intimate parts for the first time stopped. It hissed, and she understood immediately what she was on the end of. This was a trandoshan. She couldn't understand why this was what she was victim to. She didn't comprehend why this beast was so privileged in Jabba's court. As he pressed forward, the distinct sensation of something stretching throbbed through her lower body. She clenched her teeth, and silently steeled herself. Her purity only had a few more seconds intact.

He was toying with her, he was watching the reactions, and the feeling of his scaly member submerged shallowly into her hole was excruciating. Each minute motion was ****. She felt odd tingles deep in her gut. Pleasure maybe? He didn't push to break her maidenhead yet. Perhaps he was simply curious how it would feel, maybe the buildup was where he found pleasure. In the torturous moments when pain was certainly inevitable. She was almost getting used to his position within her, and then he pushed.

It felt like hell. Whatever barrier stopped him previously didn't hold when he actually administered any ****. There was the feeling of expansion, and then something tore. Niome's whole body seemed to tense, and her head became fuzzy. The sensation was distant for a moment, and hard to grasp. There was an impact in her gut, there was sharp, throbbing pain from closer to her rear. Her organs felt like they were parting to accommodate the beast, but she knew that shouldn't be anatomically possible. He hissed again, maybe in pleasure. His breath's were ragged, and bestial. When he shifted she felt the member inside her, pushed all the way to the top of her tunnel. He only moved back three inches, and then again shot forward, bringing new pain, and a jolt of something else that was electric. The bounty hunter couldn't help but yelp. Although it sounded more like a mewl.

Her walls gripped the shaft with **** that was uncommon. She felt every inch of it, every scale with a detail bound to solidify it in her mind. She didn't know how much time had passed, but he began moving faster, forcing himself against her cervix like a battering ram to castle gates. Niome clenched her fists, every muscle in her body tensed as he fucked her almost senseless. Her legs felt distant, and her head swam. Then the Trandoshan lunged forward, and wrapped one massive, clawed hand around the petite woman's neck. Niome was truly breathless, and the situation became distant. The pain became distant. Her body throbbed in pleasure that felt like betrayal. She started seeing stars when finally she was allowed to breath again. Her head fell to the table, and she panted, feeling the member lodged deep in her throb. A hot sensation spread from her nether regions, as eventually the new part of her retracted.

She was full of warm seed now, and she still struggled for breath, and for comprehension. Her body ached, and her womanhood practically cried for more, although she didn't like the desire. She was too close to climax to grasp the situation fully, hot and thoughtless. It only occurred to her what had happened when she felt the warm liquid within her dribble down her inner thigh. The mixed fear, and arousal made thinking hard. She refrained from breaking into tears as she heard the lizard dressing. She couldn't stand for what had been made of her. She couldn't handle the creature she was. She couldn't accept that this would be her life. Just a dump for spare seed. She couldn't hold the tears once the lizard left.