Ep V: Chapter 17

Jedi aren’t supposed to be envious.

Enthea rests her chin on her hand as she watches Myra get situated in Scora’s lap on a lounge chair. These two sipping drinks, cuddling, and kissing in the open air without a care in the world is quite a sight. They’re idiots, so the threat of **** doesn’t seem to register with them. They are so relaxed.

Myra giggles as Scora nuzzles her neck. A glass is set down with a clink and a strong, Zeltron hand caresses a slim body over a thin robe. Predictably, the kissing intensifies. Equally predictably, Scora’s hand is now cupping a pale gray breast.

One of Myra’s soft moans carries over the wind and the sound of the distant storms. Soon her robe is wide open and her body is on display. Scora looks into Myra’s eyes as she gently slides two fingers inside her, watching her reaction. Scora pleasures her unhurriedly before holding up her dripping fingers, which Myra licks off. She wiggles her backside on Scora’s lap.

Enthea sighs wistfully. That must feel nice. For both of them.

Myra shifts her body so that she can kiss Scora while fondling her package through her clothes. She must have some skill because Enthea can see Scora’s strong body responding eagerly. The breathing’s getting heavier down there.

Myra’s silky robe probably costs as much as a starship. It falls unnoticed to the ground as she straddles Scora. Her milky skin stands out sharply against Scora’s much redder coloring as she slides onto Scora’s shaft. Enthea’s eyes follow the undulation of Myra’s graceful hips and the movements of her round little backside. She arches her back with Scora squeezing her breasts.

Scora’s hands move Myra’s waist, then to her rear, squeezing appreciatively. She looks increasingly intense until she abruptly stands up, bringing Myra with her. Myra laughs, throwing her arms around Scora’s neck to hold on, but Scora’s not trying to do it standing up. She simply spins around and lays Myra out on her back to continue with herself in control. This presents Enthea with a new view.

Scora still has her clothes on, sort of; her leggings and underwear are around her ankles, and her powerful hindquarters are exposed. Enthea had been enjoying the view before, but this is admirable too. Scora goes slow and deep. Myra’s slender fingers clutch at her back, and Enthea hears some sharp gasps from underneath the Zeltron that must be half-Umbaran orgasms.

Scora continues to thrust tenderly, stroking Myra’s hair and body. Finally, she straightens and pulls out, giving her thick shaft a few pulls. Zeltron ejaculate is like the human kind, but thicker, whiter, and more pungent. As it falls heavily on Myra’s quivering belly, it lands in shining globs that Enthea can smell even from twenty meters away.