a few more drinks couldn't hurt...

You let go of your inhibitions even further, letting Durga refill your glass until you've lost track of how much you've had. You feel his hand on your thigh as you laugh, his witty remarks sounding so much funnier after your veins have been lubricated by the intoxicating effects. You find yourself losing control, as his hand sneaks up your thigh further and further.

You remember the sensations he gave you before, how he took you in the dead of night, your body all tossed about, with no orientation, as your mind slipped in pure ecstasy as he used your body for his own pleasure. You remember how easy it was to succumb to his all-powerful, never ceasing will. You remember how good it felt to be beneath him, his little plaything, sucking along his most intimate places, offering him your body as you stroked his pleasure.

You begin to moan before his hand has gone any further than your upper thigh, losing your train of thought and ending the conversation. His lips are on yours in a moment as you two embrace in a parody of a kiss. His slurping, sloppy mouth overflows, spilling down your chin and staining your clothing.

But you don't care.

You want him on you more than anything, and as he removes your clothes piece by piece, exposing your skin to the cool air, you sigh with frenzied pleasure as his warm, slimy flesh envelops you in his gargantuan hide. You find yourself losing all perspective, inhibition, or understanding as you feel the warm, lovely, blissful sensation of your aching, needy cunt being filled by him. You groan, moan, and suck on his tongue as he ravishes your body, slurping up and down your form as he thrusts and gropes and drowns you in his passion.

Your mind slips and breaks as the pleasures of his body overwhelm your humanoid senses and you begin to cry out for his pleasure in between moaning and sucking on his flesh. You feel his body quiver and spasm as the warm release of him fills you. You feel his breaths slow as he sloppily licks along your face, before leaving beastly kisses along your neck and breasts.

You don't have long enough to gather your senses, as his passionate libido begins anew. Still wrapped up in his slimy folds, you moan from the back of your throat as you feel his member, already erect again, press against your rear entrance.

"Oh fuck~" you can't help but say as you feel his tip prodding against your tightness. "Ngggggghhhullllkk," you groan and **** as his tongue explores the inside of your mouth. You want more than anything to be impaled on his thick rod, and your wishes come true. You groan and cum and climax and scream and whimper as his cock fills your ass, thrusting and fucking you like a ragdoll as his slurping skin clings to all your most sensitive places, stimulating them with each thrust. You lose your mind as the most powerful being you've ever known uses you like a play toy.

***

You're not sure if you wake from sleep or simply a post-coital haze, but deeply late in the night, or early in the morning, you peel your skin off of the Hutt's slick flabs and gather your clothing. There's no way of salvaging your appearance, and you walk back to your chambers naked and dripping with Hutt fluids. Thankfully, no one spots you. You slump down onto your bed, knowing you'll have to change the sheets in the morning.