With Peace, Comes Pleasure

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It is a period of healing.

After a brief resurgence under the name of THE FIRST ORDER,

the last remnants of the despotic GALACTIC EMPIRE are now

being removed from the galaxy. With EMPEROR PALPATINE

dead at the hands of BEN SOLO, the line of Darth Bane is ended.

Its generations-long plan to control the **** itself is thwarted

and, now that people are free to choose their own paths, balance

has been restored to the ****.

Feeling that redemption for his past evil remains unearned,

the last Skywalker retreats from public view to parts unknown.

As a wounded galaxy begins to repair the decades of damage

caused by Palpatine, a mysterious young woman roams the

stars, offering peace and pleasure to any who desire it. Her

latest stop on her galactic tour is the bustling city world

of CORUSCANT...

The Emperor cackled as dark energy poured from his outstretched fingers and battered Rey's defences. Even with the strength of aeons, granted to her by the lingering echos of Jedi throughout history, Palpatine could match her through his dark rituals and bound spirits of ancient Sith. With the galaxy living in fear of his Empire, and of his personal malice, he had more than enough power to overcome the young woman. Tendrils of energy lashed against her twin lightsabers, wrapped around the blades and blasted their hilts into ruined, useless lumps of metal. Rey's screams were drowned out by the roar of the Dark Side as Palpatine pushed every ounce of his will into making her suffer. An invisible vice gripped her, crushing the life out of her even as wicked energy swelled within her. Her waist tightened as the chest and seat of her robes exploded off of her under the rapid expansion of her bust and backside, the unfettered lust and wicked desire of the Dark Side seeking to be embodied in her just as its hatred and cruelty was embodied in the Emperor. Palpatine-

-abruptly jerked in place like a half-strung puppet, a shard of lightning-blackened stone embedded in his heart. The last thing Rey saw, as more energy rushed into her swelling tits and ass and Palpatine's body and citadel were both torn asunder by the unbound power of the Dark Side, was Ky- no, Ben's battered form, arm outstretched in one last gesture of defiance...

Coruscant had changed little, in truth. Oh, the non-human populace of its upper levels had certainly had it bad under the Empire, that was certain, but for those in the lower levels who made up the vast majority of its populace it had been more of the same. Sure, the security forces were battering innocent people for their species instead of the whims of anyone with enough bribe money, but the life - if one could call their stale-aired, drudge-working, insecure existences living - of Coruscants common men and women was just as crap as it had always been. So they met in the same dingy bars, drank the same weak booze, gambled their wages on the same rigged games and woke up the next day with the same miserable hangovers.

To the young woman who had just entered one of these dives, they couldn't have been more perfect. Burly, crude men with fat cocks and pent-up, overfull balls; not looking for companionship or love, just looking for a tight hole to slake their lusts on - she was already dripping from the thought of it.

On the streets she needed a robe to travel, a heavy, concealing thing that obscured her features and even managed to partially disguise her body. That was the first thing to go, slipping to the floor as soon as the door closed behind her. Strutting across the barroom, hips swinging, the clack of her heels drawing the attention of ever man in the room. Their gazes fell on a form that seemed to embody the word 'obscene'. Long, shapely legs supported wide hips and an enormous, firm ass with just enough fat on it to bounce with every step. Her waist seemed too slim to be natural, especially with the faint outline of her abs visible through the smoky air. All thoughts of what near-human species she might be were forgotten, however, upon the viewers' gaze reaching her chest. Pale tits seemed to glow in the dim light, each teardrop a little larger than their owners head, sagging just enough to dispel any rumours of artificial enhancement and capped by a thick, prominent nipple and pale pink areola.

Eyes tracked her as she approached the bar, boggling at the lack of attire as much as the ridiculousness of her body. A white loincloth fluttered with every step as it somehow managed to conceal her crotch, attached to a string that rode high over her hips and plunged down nearly to the point of uselessness at the front. Her breasts weren't even concealed - indeed, the cloth strip that wound around the back of her neck and under her chest presented them clearly for all to see, lifting them and deepening her already-cavernous cleavage as they bounced with every step. Compared to that, the strappy sandals that adorned her feet and calves were positively prudish. She smirked as she sat down at the bar, her pose - thighs resting on the seat, held parallel to the ground by core strength and careful posture - was a little awkward, but well worth the reaction from everyone behind her, who saw the mass of her ass seem to swallow the entire head of a barstool completely without losing its perfect roundness.

"So," the bartender asked, drawing on all of his years' experience at unflappable behaviour to keep his eyes on her pretty, plush-lipped face, "can I get you anything?"

"Hmm," she tapped a finger against her red-glossed lips and made a show of looking at the shelves of bottles, "I'll have a glass of Jakku Milk, if you have any."

"Sorry," he shook his head, "never heard of it."

"Really," she asked, feigning clueless innocence, "are you sure? I mean, every bar I've ever been to has had it."

"Maybe you could describe it for me," he replied, wondering where she was going with this, "and jog my memory."

"It's not like normal milk," she said guilelessly, "it's thick and salty, and really really warm. Whenever I went to a bar, they never had any behind the counter, but they showed me how to get it out of men with my hands and mouth-"

"Yeah, yeah," the bartender held up his hand to cut her off, "now I remember. I think all of these nice men are going to be happy to give you some. Isn't that right, boys?" A ripple of agreeable noises - and the sound of pants being unzipped - went around the room, as the young woman hopped off of her stool and turned around. With a gasp of delight, she dropped to her knees in the middle of the crowd. Sweat and precum smeared across her face, glistening in the haze, as the nearest men crowded in on her.

"So big," she groaned, tongue flicking out to taste each one in turn, "so manly, so- *Ghaghk!*"

"So good for shuttin' sluts up," one of the men growled, stuffing as much of his cock down her gullet as he could with his first thrust. "F-Fuck!" Grabbing her head with both hands, he began to pump his hips madly, sawing his cock in and out of her throat as she gagged and choked noisily on the girthy, veiny length of flesh. "This throat's s-so fuckin'... Guh!" His balls visibly rose upwards in their sack and shrank, such was the **** of his orgasm. Stumbling back into the crowd, cock thoroughly drained and already growing soft, he was greeted by jeers and cries of 'quickshot'. "You bastards try it then," he snarled, "see if you do any better." The crowd looked down at the woman, her gaze roaming over the meat on display for her and a tongue-baring, open-mouthed smile on her face, for a moment. Then, they surged inwards onto her, hiding her beneath a pile of thrusting, cursing men...

"Fuck!" "O- Oh shit!" "Sucks like a b-black hole..." "Goddamn it!" "This th-throat!"

...only to stagger back again, each man drained dry by mere seconds spent in that perfect, squeezing throat. The girl grinned cheekily, one hand on her thick thigh and the other rubbing slow circles on her belly. Opening her mouth to show that not a drop of cum remained outside of her stomach, she let a full eight inches of tapered, twitching tongue hang out for a moment before withdrawing it and pouting. "Aww," she cooed in faux-disappointment, "you're all empty and I'm still so thirsty." Before any of them could react, her wet, glossy lips parted and she let out a low, long, lusty moan. The sound seemed to reverberate through the whole building, rattling bottles on their shelves and making the light fittings hum.

But the main effect was on the men inside it.

Balls, so recently emptied, swelled and sagged with hundreds of loads of cum. Softening cocks twitched and spurted precum thicker than their owners' normal ejaculate as they rushed back to full mast and then grew. Men groaned and panted as their minds filled with the urge to fuck - not the natural instinct to breed, but the hedonistic desire to find a hole, any hole, and stuff it with cum until it overflowed like a broken drainpipe. By the time the girl's mouth closed again, there wasn't a cock facing her shorter than ten inches or thin enough to circle with one hand, nor was there a pair of balls that wouldn't overspill her palm if she tried to cup them.

This time, when they charged at her, there was no repelling them. Gooey strings of precum splattered across her body as she was manhandled onto the nearest table. Thinking quickly, she crossed her ankles behind her head in an obscene display of flexibility that squeezed her tits together between her knees and offered up the choice of her swollen, reddened pussy or her smooth, quivering asshole to the crowd. She squealed with delight as the closest two men didn't bother with the choice, instead forcing both of their thick shafts into her sopping slit. Her hands reached out and seized a cock either side of her, lubing them up with their own precum as she stroked them vigorously. A man clambered up onto the table with her and she leaned forwards to press her plump lips to his asshole as he thrust madly into her perspiration- and precum-slicked cleavage. Her tongue swirled around inside of him, prodding and stroking his prostate as she rimmed him with an eagerness that would make even the nastiest Zeltron party girl blush.

Moaning into the man's ass as he blew his load, she gave him one last kiss for luck and threw her head back as someone emptied a bottle of cheap beer onto her face. Gargling the ****, she gulped it down and licked her lips before fastening them around the nearest cockhead, closing her eyes as its owners overstuffed nuts slapped against her forehead with ever balls-deep thrust down her grasping gullet. The two men in her cunt blew simultaneously and were soon replaced by a third, who clambered up onto the table and lifted her hips to give a fourth man an unobstructed route to her asshole. Spatters of thick, sticky cum rained down onto her body as she finished off the two men getting handjobs, before seizing the one fucking her face by the hips and pulling him in tight, nasty gagging and **** sounds emanating from her as she swallowed his seed.

"More," she gasped, gaze roving over the crowd, "give me more!"

Someone slapped her tits, and she shrieked in delight as the feeling set off her first orgasm of the night like a string of firecrackers in her brain. "Yes, yes! All that frustration, all that pain," she cried, beckoning another man up on top of her, "pour it all into m- mmmph!" Another cock plunged between her tits had her lunging in for a deep, slobbery rimjob and tugging at her own nipples. A third load joined its two predecessors in her pussy as her ass received its first meal, swiftly plugged up with not two but three thick rods while a hand slapped her swollen clit again and again. So massive were her tits that the second load of the night vanished into the space between them without a drop escaping, only serving to lube her up even more effectively. She tried to compliment the three men in her ass as they unloaded into her, but all that came out was a sputtering screech around the two cocks making her jaw creak as they plugged her throat with alternating thrusts.

Not satisfied with her bounty thus far, the girl clenched her hands into fists. Instantly, every man not occupying a hole felt his cock caught in a rippling, squeezing vacuum that milked him relentlessly of every drop of his unnaturally-voluminous spunk. Jizz covered the girl's body as she writhed between her double-stuffed throat and triple-stuffed ass, both holes sucking their contents dry before releasing them with a lewd, nasty schlorp. Then, as the surrounding men toppled backwards for the second time, the cum coating rose from her body and snaked through the air in a long stream before filling a discarded glass. The bartender watched in awe as she fixed him with a sidelong stare, making sure to show off every ripple of her slender neck as she drained the near-overflowing glass - sized for something well beyond a human, at that - of cum in a single pull.

"Who are you?" The words left his mouth before he knew what he'd done.

"I'm Rey," she replied, tits bouncing and hips swinging as she crossed the room in a few strides of her long, luscious legs and vaulted over the bar. She squatted in front of him as some invisible **** pulled down his pants, bare body glistening in the low light and a smile playing on her plush lips. She smirked up at him as she went to work, one hand jacking his growing shaft as the other fondled his rapidly-swelling balls. "Rey Cocksucker!"