A busty green Twi'lek

As the crew stepped into the throne room, Marlow's eyes strained to adjust. The contrast between the surrounding booths cast in shadow and the bright blue light filtering down to the centre of the room was as stark as the sudden proliferation of alien life. He got just a glimpse of what appeared to be Jabba moving on his dais when his view was blocked by a swarm of reclining or alert bodies, all dividing their attention between Zarren's crew and the throne. It seemed as if every species he'd ever seen in the outer rim, plus many he hadn't ever seen, and weren't even sentient, seemed to suddenly make itself apparent as his eyes drifted around the room. There were humans too, which might have made him feel slightly safer if their faces already gouged themselves into his memory staring out of wanted posters in Imperial-controlled spaceports. Come to think of it, he supposed the same was true of most of the nonhumans, he just hadn't met enough to establish facial recognition with other species.

"Shit," he thought as he followed Zarren along the edge of the alcoves. If he wasn't in this life for good before stepping foot in this palace, he sure as hell was now.

Zarren swaggered slowly through the crowd to the edge of the pool of light, giving and receiving the occasional slap on the back from a chuckling courtier, and even giving a quick slap to the bottom of a passing humanoid girl, dressed only in a pair of loose harem pants and a bikini top. It took Marlow a second to realize that her orange skin and black hair pegged her as a Zeltron. Frick, Zeltron **** girls were valuable commodities in the underworld, and Marlow had only ever seen them in holos. They were alluring, had incredible sexual prowess, and most of all, rare and expensive. If the palace and cronies hadn't communicated Jabba's wealth enough, that sealed it.

Marlow's eyes were still on the Zeltron's figure as he stepped away from the alcoves and into the pool of light in the middle. Immediately Jarvas' hand snatched him and dragged him back just into the edge of the shadows where Zarren was still standing with a bemused expression on his face.

"He announced us, didn't he?" Marlow whispered, but Zarren shushed him and pointed to the throne.

"Jabba's not ready for us yet," he smirked, as Jarvas rolled his eyes. Marlow turned and tried to adjust his eyes to the sudden light illuminating the dais and the floor in front of it. What he had taken to be Jabba moving on the throne was wrong, it seemed only a part of him was moving, or squirming. As his eyes adjusted, he realized that he was wrong again.

A beautiful green Twi'lek girl lay on her side against Jabba's yellow and green bulk in a position as disgusting as it was erotic. The massive Hutt sultan had his arm around her, supporting her form with one arm that had its 3-fingered hand cupped around a bountiful ass that had obviously taken years of exercise to perfect. The Hutt's other hand was in an even more compromising position; the greasy palm lay upon the girl's upper belly as he slipped his fat middle digit into her tight pussy, meeting some resistance but working her in all the same. The ****'s torso squirmed against his many chins, each massive breast topped with an erect purple nipple coated in slime. The combined movement of her heaving breaths and pleasure-induced writhing created a beautiful bouncing display that occupied Marlow's gaze until he could tear himself away to look at her face.

If the Twi'lek's body was beautiful, her face was angelic, eyes fluttering in pleasure as her beautiful lips met with Jabba's disgusting mouth. His face was hideous in comparison, a contrast he seemed to enjoy as he alternated between mocking kisses, sticking his scum-covered tongue in her mouth, and slipping it lower to taste her bouncing tits. All through the revolting copulation, the only consistent motion besides his finger was the twitching of the ****'s lekku.

Jabba's orange eyes drifted to Zarren, Jarvas, and Marlow, and he detached his mouth from his ****, who immediately let loose a torrent of delicious moans that made Marlow want to grab the chain that linked her to her Hutt master and ride her as he fired blaster bolt after blaster bolt into her old master's carcass. The Hutt gave Zarren a wry smile that Zarren returned, then turned back to his mewling ****.

"Hurry up, my Lusty Lime. Others require my time, it's time to give your master his favorite drink."

The last syllable of this Huttese word was drawn out in one long syllable as the motions of his finger increased, pumping in and out of her pussy as fast as the slothful Hutt could go. The girl gave a sudden shriek as one of the fingers cupping her backside disappeared into the cleft between her asscheeks. The rapid double penetration seemed to be too much for the green Twi'lek's stamina, as her moans reached a peak and her beautiful face froze in a perfect "Oh!". Jabba laughed and fastened his tongue on her breasts, slurping heartily as his pistoning fingers let loose splashes of juices from not just her front, but her backside too. Marlow turned disbelievingly to Zarren, who nodded with a hungry expression on his face.

"Yup, some of 'em squirt out their asses too," he grinned. "Same stuff as the front, I've taste-tested."

Jabba seemed to be doing the same, bringing both hands to his mouth and licking the taste of his defiled **** girl off his fingers. Unfortunately this left the girl with no support, and her limp body slid down his front, lying prone in front of his belly, her eyes half-lidded, ample chest still heaving.

"Lime juice like you can't find anywhere in the Galaxy," Jabba proclaimed as Zarren, Jarvas, and Marlow moved forwards into the light before him. "Still working her in, but I think she's ready to service her master properly tonight," he added with a malicious glance at the girl below him.

This seemed to be news to the ****, who turned up to Jabba with a mixture of apprehension and confusion on her face. She had clearly understood all of his statement, and seemed nervous. Evidently she didn't know that her master possessed anything but fingers to use on her. Marlow knew enough about Hutts to safely say that she was in for a sticky surprise that night.

"So, Zarren my boy," Jabba began, all business. "What have you brought for me?"