One Last Surprise

You flip several toggles, engage engines and basic shields, and blast off through atmosphere. Before you know it you're orbiting the planet, the grand city sprawl just an endless web of connected lights. You'll be harder to track here in case some gangster comes looking for ****, and it's easier to flee to a known safe haven if you are already in space.

Your crew is ready to go. Rogo's eyes weren't permanently damaged, and Timik's engine experiments seem to be holding up nicely. You've got fuel and supplies to get most anywhere you'd need to go, and Ranna's payment padded your accounts enough that you aren't ****. Now you just need to find a new job.

You flip disinterestedly through the bounty listings. Escaped petty criminals, deadbeat husbands. Nothing that requires a hunter of your ability. You think through your network of informants, people like Easu who are willing to go out on a limb and recommend you to prospective clients.

When the co-pilot's chair squeeks, you assume it's just Timik or Rogo, so you don't bother looking up. You almost fall out of your chair when you hear an impatient, and definately femine, "Ahem."

You spin rapidly, hand on your blaster, adrenaline surging through you. Your ship is one of the few places in the while galaxy you shouldn't be getting surprised.

Across from you, legs and arms crossed, eyebrow arched, mouth scrunched into a pout, sits Tekka. You can't help but think she's cute when she's mad. She's dressed to kill in all black: high leather boots, a pair of tight shorts, a lacy shirt that does nothing to conceal a tight bra straining to contain her breasts. She wears a traditional Twi-lek head wrap, and black wrappings over portions of her lekku.

And all of this is good to know, but there's one thing you'd like to know more:

"How the hell did you get on my ship?"

She's tapping her fingers against her arm now. Clearly, she was expecting a more apologetic response.

"We had a deal."

"I had a deal with your sister first. And our deal was to get you off the ship. I did that. I think we're square."

She stands up suddenly, and you lean back reflexively as she storms to your chair, leaning to scowl inches from your face and hands slamming on the armrests.

"You said you would take me away. I told you I wanted adventure. I thought it was understood that meant long term."

"I get that you are upset. But why don't I take you back down to the planet. We can talk with your sister and get this sorted out."

"Is that really what you want? She paid you to bring me back. You did. You have no more obligation to her."

She's right, but it still feels wrong to you. Like a betrayal of the spirit of your employment terms, if not the letter.

"I don't think you understand what you are giving up."

At that, she drops to her knees. You try to sit up and continue reasoning with her, but she pushes you back with one hand.

"You really want to be out here, up in space, all alone?" Your pants are open, her soft fingers bringing your cock rapidly to life. "You're missing out on sharing your bunk with someone warm," she says breathily, nuzzing your cock against her blue cheek. "Someone soft," she whispers, hands now stroking gently.

"Don't you want that? Don't you want me," she asks. She opens her mouth, tongue millimeters from lapping your throbbing cock, and pauses. She's going to make you say it.

"...I want you," you admit. And it's not just the blowjob. She's wild, reckless, but a hell of a lot of fun. As soon as you say the words, her tongue makes contact, drawing a long lick from base to head. Her warm mouth envelops your head, sinking down until her lips are sealed and she's kissing your pelvis. She sucks in as she draws back, and pulls her mouth off to leave your member slick with her saliva.

Curious, you watch as she shifts up slightly, lifting the lace top until the hem is just below her cleavage. She leans forward and lowers, the head of your cock tracing its way up, up until it is brushing against the bottom of her breasts.

"Will you let me warm your bunk? Will you let me join your crew? Will you give me my adventure?"

You'd give her anything she wanted right now. "I'll show you the galaxy," you say, and groan as your slick member slides up into the valley between her breasts. Her bra pushes her mounds together, forming a tight tunnel for your cock to pound into. With a hand on either breast, she slowly lifts her mounds, before pulling down, massaging your shaft with her soft tits.

You see her hips gently gyrating as she titfucks you, tensing her muscles and setting her lekku waving, slowly, gently, hypnotically. She's turned her titfuck into a performance, a feast for your senses. The sight of her gentle dance, and your cock thrusting up and appearing above the fabric of her tight bra. With each thrust your head psuhes through and rubs against the lacy top still covering her chest. The feel of her soft breasts and the smooth skin of her stomach and chest. The sounds of her soft moaning, finding pleasure in pleasuring you.

You're going to cum, and it's coming fast. She can feel you tensing, trying to thrust up into her cleavage. "Promise me. Promise me you'll bring me along. Not a plaything, but a part of the crew. Promise me!"

"I promise. You'll be a real part of the crew. We'll see the galaxy together!"

She smiles beatifically at you, a rapturous expression on her face. "Than cum for me. Mark me as yours!" Her wish is your command. You cum powerfully, jizz pushing up through the lace and flying free, ropes shooting up to splash against her forehead, cheeks, and lips. As your blasts weaken, they begin to pool, first spilling up to glaze the tops of her breasts, than building up in the valley of her cleavage before dripping down her stomach. She stands, allowing your cock to drop free, and letting you gaze at her cum slicked form. She's a mess of black lace and white jizz, painted beautifully on the blue of her skin.

"You've promised now. Don't think I won't hold you too it. I want to see the galaxy, and you're going to show it to me."

You stare at her swaying hips as she walks out, to clean up or claim a bunk, you don't really know. She has free run of the ship right now as far as you're concerned.

You lean back in your chair, and call up a galaxy map. It doesn't matter where you go, you reason. After all, it's a big wide galaxy, but nothing really changes. Someone's always looking for somebody, and that's the same for a big city-planet like Coruscant or a wilderness planet like Utapau. You'll find work no matter where you go.

But she wants to see the galaxy. She wants to go on an adventure. You think you have an idea of where to go to give her one.