Ep V: Chapter 6

Rodians have rough skin, but they’re as soft, wet, and slippery inside as every other humanoid that Enthea’s been with.

The bar girl has an apartment a few floors up, and it’s so tiny that their cast-off clothing all but covers the floor. The tube lights that frame the windows flicker with little buzzing noises, the light catching on Enthea’s damp, black, and red flesh. The Rodian’s on her hands and knees, and Enthea’s behind her on the narrow, recessed bed.

Rodian anatomy is not something that Enthea has ever given any thought to. At the moment, the difference between Rodians and other humanoids that’s most pressing is a matter of size. The bar girl is so tight that Enthea has to consciously use her whole body for each thrust of her hips, which reduces the pace considerably, not that she minds. She’s too busy concentrating on what she’s doing. Enthea’s lower back is already sore from the extra exertion. She sucks air through her teeth and shoves her hips forward, grunting as she forces her shaft in. The Rodian arches her back, and Enthea likes the feel of her rough skin where she grips the bar girl’s waist.

“Ungh,” she groans, pushing again. The Rodian is warm and slippery, and her pussy is aggressively ridged. It’s a strange feeling. Almost too much. But Enthea doesn’t want to stop. Her oily Dathomirian sweat is smeared all over the Rodian’s hindquarters, wherever Enthea touches her.

Enthea rolls the Rodian onto her back and spreads her legs wide. The bar girl’s massive breasts are as firm as they are heavy, with dark, inverted nipples. Her cock isn’t so different from Enthea’s, although it’s covered in the same rough skin as the rest of her. Something frothy has begun to ooze from the tip, smearing her belly.

The Rodian clutches the covers as Enthea enters her again. With gravity on her side, Enthea is able to pick up the pace a little. The bar girl loves it, and the sight of her breasts bouncing hard on each violent thrust pushes Enthea to the edge. Enthea grabs one breast and squeezes it, leaning forward. The Rodian writhes euphorically. Enthea grips the bar girl’s cock and jerks it vigorously. When the Rodian cums, there’s one explosive ejaculation that sends watery, yellowish fluid spraying up between her breasts, and then more just runs out of her cock, dripping over her belly to her flank and running down to the sheets.

Enthea pants, watching the bar girl’s orgasm and expecting it to stop, but it doesn’t for several seconds. The Rodian’s chest rises and falls, and more of her ejaculate pours unhurriedly out onto her skin. The quantity makes Enthea’s loads seem modest in comparison, not that she feels competitive. She’s feeling pretty good, finally. She pulls out, and her semen dribbles out of the Rodian, joining the growing stain on the bed. Enthea grabs her cock and gives it a few pulls, spurting out a few last drops on the Rodian’s exposed mound.

She takes what feels like her first full breath of air in a while. Her mind and body finally feel quiet. This is much better.