Let The Queen Have Her Fun

Lying down in the soft silks of the bed, Ahsoka was able to physically relax more than she had in the weeks of being held here. Mentally though she was as aware and cautious as ever. 'This is all to protect my friends,' she repeated to herself over and over as she felt the Queen's hands caress, fondle and squeeze her every asset. Little by little her clothing was shimmied off, un-clamped or torn off until she lay there completely nude before the queen. Instinctively, her leg crossed the other and arms folded over her chest in an attempt at modesty. A flicker of impatience gleamed in the queen's lustful eyes as she pounced upon Ahsoka once more, grabbing her arms by the wrists and holding them above her whilst using her knee to pry open the togrutan's slender legs. Not yet releasing her grip, Miraj began to kiss around Ahsoka's pert chest, working her way around the underside of her soft globes before licking hungrily at her stiff peaks.

An involuntary moan escaped her lips as she felt the rough zygerrian tongue flick and tease her sensitive buds. The queen was obviously well practiced at this given the heat rising within the Jedi and dampness growing in her groin. To her unspoken disappointment, Ahsoka's nipples were freed of their attention and her arms released from their hold as Miraj planted light kisses travelling down her supple orange skinned abdomen.

Finally arriving at her core, the ruler basked in the intoxicating aroma of the virgin warrior's sex. But smell was not enough, her tongue soon dove in and scooped up the sweet tasting grool from the alien cunt. She hummed, savoring the taste in her mouth as she pressed her face into Ahsoka's wet pussy. Licking intensely up a down her slit, the queen had Ahsoka suppressing ecstatic moans until she shoved her tongue into the tight hole. The Jedi couldn't hold back any longer and exhaled a blissful sigh of pleasure, forgetting herself in the moment.

Soon she couldn't hold back any longer and held the queen's head into her core as she came, juices flowing straight onto Miraj's supple tongue. The Queen drank every last drop before climbing to the top of the bed again and kissed Ahsoka deeply. She could taste herself on her tongue as they danced in each other's mouths, wrestling for control. They were both exhausted as they slumped down on the bed, Miraj wrapping Ahsoka warmly in a soft embrace and fell asleep without a word.