Ep V: Chapter 23

Scora is confident; at least a part of her must think that she will succeed when she does things like this. She still seems taken aback at how well this appears to have worked. Enthea can feel the Zeltron’s hungry gaze on her bare, black, and red backside.

Enthea gazes through the peephole at all the women in the cavern and opens herself up to the sensations in her body, the whims in her mind, and the living ****. Being exposed to Scora this way creates all kinds of feelings inside, and watching all those wet hands working vigorously makes her hard cock twitch and jump.

Scora would no doubt like nothing more than to mount her like an animal, but she politely does her part. Enthea feels strong hands and warm lips on her buttocks. Scora runs her fingers over Enthea’s body and embraces her. She holds Enthea tight and whispers in her ear how beautiful she is. Even a Jedi can appreciate good manners.

Enthea’s breathing grows labored when Scora appreciatively fondles her erection, then pulls her tunic open to squeeze her breasts. Scora would be too big for comfort with a like-sized human, but Dathomirians are hardier. Enthea grunts softly when Scora enters her, warmth and sensation washing through her body as the Zeltron pushes in, filling her completely. Taking that thick shaft with Scora’s warm hands on her waist isn’t quite as ascendant as the six arms of that Harch on a massage table, but it’s close.

Enthea’s cock swings and her breaths get heavier.

In the chamber beyond the peephole, things are heating up.

“And we give ourselves over to our instincts without pressure or shame,” the instructor goes on in her soothing voice. Feet kick, toes curl, backs arch, and tempos and voices rise in the cavern. Squelching wet noises become loud enough to drown out the steady, quiet slapping of Scora’s body against Enthea’s.

Scora abruptly pulls Enthea up, away from the peephole. Upright on her knees with Scora’s arms around her, Enthea relaxes into the embrace as Scora passionately thrusts into her. The tighter Enthea squeezes Scora’s cock, the more firmly Scora’s powerful arms wrap around her body. Scora’s body feels like it turns to steel when she cums, pumping that thick, Zeltron seed deep into Enthea.

“Oh. Yes,” Scora moans quietly into Enthea’s neck. Her cock throbs and spews more hot fluid. Her hands roam absently, squeezing Enthea’s flesh. She shivers and hisses through her teeth, then groans. “Yes.”

Scora likes this close contact and hugging. She doesn’t let go.

Enthea’s not complaining. She’s perfectly content as Scora regains her breath and composure. She makes a noise that’s part sigh and part purr, sliding her hand down Enthea’s front. She pauses when she reaches Enthea’s cock, which is still hard.

“Oh,” Scora says. “How rude of me.”

Enthea smiles.

Scora’s fingers encircle Enthea’s cock. Scora’s softening, but she’s still deep inside, which is nice.

“Ah…” Enthea sighs as Scora strokes her.

“You feel so good.” Scora trails kisses up and down Enthea’s neck and suckles her earlobe as she pulls on her cock.

Enthea lets go and bursts over the crystal cavern wall with a little gasp.

“Mmm,” Scora murmurs, planting more kisses as she squeezes and pulls.