Open it at Eskella's

You look around the corridor, it seems empty. You consider opening the chest here but think it best to make your preparations in a more secure location. Heading directly for Eskella’s room you hope she may be there to greet you. It would be nice to slate your desires before embarking on such a dangerous mission. You cock stirs in your pants, at the mere thought of her athletic body wrapped around your every inch. The things that girl can do makes your blood run hot.

Your skin tight suit does you no favours as your cock begins to thicken. You pass a number of red-cloaked imperial guards standing still like statues. Their iron discipline is legendary but you're sure as you pass their helmeted heads move just an inch to follow you. They clearly notice your growing and defined meat shifting long and thick between your legs. Curse this tight suit it's rubbing only makes your eager cock harder.

You find to your intense annoyance the door to Eskella’s room is locked. You try to activate the control panel but it requires a code. You ring but there is no answer. Where the hell is she. Your cock is raging now a pillar of meat straining against the microwave that encases it. Eskella’s deep and tight pussy feels like the only cure and in frustration, you slam a fist against the door and your cock strains as you tense your muscles. It's so hard it hurts and you let out a deep growl of frustration. You look around you, embarrassed, your lucky no one saw your outburst. You take a deep breath.

What is this place doing to you? What have these Sith sluts done to you! Imbued your body with a rampant sex drive leaving you **** to bury your cock in anything with a pulse. You have to control yourself. Yes, there is only passion but this need drives you to madness. You wonder if it is Eskella herself or some spell that Lady Zola placed on your heavy balls. Calm, focus, measure your situation. The stakes are too high for mistakes, you have enemies in these very walls. There are too many that would benefit from your demise and your ****. You must be about your mission, your entire life depends upon your performance in these trials.

Battle is your refuge, you think back to the slaying of the K’lar slugs. Speed, aggression, discipline. You calm and your cock deflates. Think clearly, you have much to achieve!