Zam sucks you.

Standing, Zam unfastens her leather pants and wriggles out of them. Standing over you in nothing but her panties, you can't help but admire the view, even given the immense danger you're in.

“Easy, Jedi.” Zam smirks. “I want you to last at least long enough to make me come.”

Kneeling between your legs, the Clawdite leans over your crotch and brushes your stiff cock with her lips.

“Such a waste, really, taking a cock like this off the market.” Zam observes, closing her fingers around it. “I know plenty of girls could've made you _reaaal _happy, things'd been different.”

“You coulda been living this...” Zam pauses to drag her tongue across the length of your cock “Every night. Instead they strap a lightsaber to you, make you clean up the Republic's messes. Unlucky.”

Zam sucks you. You offer no pleas of resistance this time. It feels so good. Too good. Part of you suspects if your younger self had known just how good a woman's mouth around his cock could feel, he'd never have completed his training.

“I think you're ready now.” the bounty hunter remarks, popping your shaft out of her mouth and regarding you with a wicked satisfaction.

“Only this time, I want you to ask for it.” Zam says, straightening up and hooking a finger into the waistband of her panties.

“Tell me you want it, these come off, I ride you, you get to feel a little pleasure, actual pleasure, before it all ends.” She grins. “If not, well you've got to the count of three, and I'll get my lightsaber ready...”

You groan in frustration. Quietly going along with what Zam did to you was one thing, to actually ask the bounty hunter for sex felt like another entirely. A more active betrayal of the code. But surely, it was excusable? Your chances did not look good, disarmed and paralysed as you were...