Chapter 11

Commerce-1 is less than nothing.

Silvi looks at it with contempt as she approaches in her ship. Everyone here has only one of two goals: survival or profit. Survival is small and profit is meaningless. Only power is worth pursuing, but these tiny, feebleminded creatures don’t understand that.

Nor does the bounty hunter understand that Silvi knows her now, and therefore the more strongly that the bounty hunter feels, the easier it is to track her.

The bounty hunter is skilled in bed. Skilled with a blaster and in combat. She’s skilled in navigating the ugly underworld that she is a part of.

But all that skill is nothing beside the power of the ****.

Although there is a small downside to having such a strong **** signal to follow: Silvi is also catching some of the sensations. Enough that she has to put the ship on autopilot and grab the armrests, bracing her feet against the console. She grits her teeth in annoyance that this pitiful bounty hunter can do this to her, but whatever that woman is experiencing now must be very pleasurable. Silvi’s cock has escaped her underwear, and now it strains against her robes. She hisses in frustration and pleasure.

Somewhere aboard Commerce-1, the bounty hunter is in the middle of a powerful climax.

Silvi tries to resist, but she groans and feels hot cum staining her robes. Her cock throbs and pumps out several shots of it, making a sticky mess as the ship guides itself to dock with the station.

She unstraps and stands up. She has to change her robes before she disembarks.

( )

Aboard Blu’s ship, the engineer chokes, startled by the sudden rush of semen, but she courageously keeps her lips wrapped around Blu’s cock. Naked, she kneels between Blu’s legs as Blu sits on the edge of her bed, playing with her hair as she pumps a copious load down the other woman’s throat.

She engineer finally pulls back, throwing back her head and swallowing. There’s just a little cum on her lips, and Blu does what she does not typically do during these kinds of hookups. She leans down and kisses her. Their hands are all over each other. The engineer moans hungrily into Blu’s mouth.

“I want you so bad,” she says.

( )

Silvi stumbles, pushing her way through the corridors. Tracking is easy, and everything else is hard, especially her.

She lets out a little moan and falls against the wall, her knees weak. But she can’t risk breaking the connection… she might lose track of the bounty hunter, and she cannot risk failing to kill her a second time.

A rough-looking gang of mercenaries eyes her with interest.

She lashes out savagely with the ****, slamming them all into the wall and sending them crashing to the deck. Everyone else gets out of her way as she staggers forward. It’s hard to move with a huge erection under her robes. Her legs are soaked and her head is fuzzy. She has to reach the bounty hunter quickly and finish this. Stopping and taking care of the problem isn’t an option. If she can feel the bounty hunter, the bounty hunter can feel her as well. In fact, Silvi is shocked that the bounty hunter hasn’t noticed her approaching and fled already.

She doesn’t question her good fortune, she just follows her feelings.

The bounty hunter’s ship is docked in a big bay with dim lights and a rusty floor. Silvi senses another presence there, but she isn’t interested in that. It’s the two presences inside the ship that she wants. Or just one of them, really. She doesn’t care about the bounty hunter’s partner.

The bounty hunter must have been in a hurry to get to her bed because the ship stands open with the ramp down.

( )

Blu screams and grips the stained sheets on all fours. The panting of the engineer fills up the room, along with the smack of flesh as she vigorously thrusts into Blu from behind. Blu arches her back.

“Yes! Don’t stop,” she pleads, yanking the sheets off the mattress. The engineer digs her strong fingers into Blu’s hips, shoving in so deep. “Yes!” Blu yelps.

The door hisses open and a sudden crackle startles them both. A red glow bathes both naked, sweaty women as a lightsaber springs from a black hilt in the hand of the Togruta. The engineer lets out a startled yell and falls off the bed, her huge, glistening cock flopping.

Blu is frozen in place.

The Togruta stumbles into the room, and doesn’t even seem to notice as the terrified engineer slips past her and flees.

Baffled, Blu sits on her bed, her sensitive parts twitching needily, and precum dribbling from her cock.

“But how did you find me so fast?” she asks as the Togruta advances on her.

The Togruta doesn’t reply. In fact, she doesn’t look so good. She’s unsteady on her feet, and she’s not using any of her Jedi magic.

It’s in Blu’s nature to fight. She sees her chance and takes it, although her legs are a bit wobbly from what was going on a few seconds ago. She catches the Togruta’s wrist and punches her in the gut, then twists, forcing her to drop her weapon.

The lightsaber’s blade vanishes, and the hilt clatters to the ground. Blu spins around and kicks the Togruta, sending her reeling across the room to strike the doorframe. She falls to her hands and knees.

Puzzled, but not complaining, it’s Blu’s turn to advance. She’s naked, but she’s not thinking about that right now. She’s also a little drunk still.

She jerks the Togruta to her feet. The girl looks woozy. She seems even drunker than Blu.

“You don’t feel me?” the Togruta asks, sounding only half-conscious.

“Feel you?” Blu cocks her head. “What?”

The Togruta reaches out and touches Blu’s face. Her eyes widen. “Drinking? Is that why?”

She grabs for Blu’s hair, but Blu is not messing around. She gives the Togruta a sharp headbutt, then slams her into the wall. The Togruta fights back, showing a flash of strength and skill as she blocks a punch, but Blu just strikes her in the body with her knee, feeling a huge erection under those robes. Really? Is this Togruta turned on by getting her ass kicked?

Blu gives her a shove, sending the Jedi tumbling down the ramp.

( )

Silvi spills to the floor of the hangar, and even just getting this far from the bounty hunter lets her head clear a little. She didn’t expect it to be so intense as she got closer. The bounty hunter’s presence is intoxicating when she’s feeling so passionate. If Silvi had expected this, she could have used the **** to deal with it better. She tries to do so now, but her control of the **** is clumsy and unreliable when she is so aroused.

She doesn’t have her lightsaber. She dropped it inside the ship.

That’s all right. She doesn’t need her lightsaber or a fine-tuned control of the **** to **** the life out of the bounty hunter. She starts to stand up, but the bounty hunter, naked from head to toe, is coming down the ramp.

She has her antique blaster in hand. As she approaches, she does something with it that causes a loud clicking noise. She doesn’t say a word, she just points it at Silvi, who gets ready to yank it out of her hand with the ****.

A knife with a glowing, blue blade buries itself into the deck in front of her, missing her by almost nothing. Silvi recoils, looking up sharply. The Gungan who had been hiding among the repair machinery on the ceiling drops, landing in front of her and picking up the knife. She’s wearing the green robes of the Hidden Grass clan.

The same ones that Silvi believed that she had slaughtered on Naboo.

It looks as though she missed one.