A Friendly Wager

A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, in a seedy bar, mid-level Nar Shaddaa...

"You legitimately believe you're bigger than it?"

He nodded. His hand drifted down to his pants, grasping a rather impressive bulge. "Yup. I can flop it on top and make that thing disappear."

Maeve licked her lips. "Don't threaten me with a good time..." she breathed, leaning forwards, spinning the lightsaber in her palm. "I like seeing meat on weaponry."

The Twi'lek- Dack? Dej? Whatever his name was- grinned widely. "That's an...

interesting

thing to be into."

"Seeing what makes life next to what takes life... you don't think that's hot?"

"Oh, I know it's hot. Just not something you hear every day."

Maeve smirked and slapped the saber hilt down on the table. "Then let's see it." she said, sitting back and snatching up her glass. "Make it disappear, big boy."

The Twi'lek's smile turned a little less playful and a little more predatory. He ran his fingers up his bulge to the gription seam at his fly and pulled it open. "As you wish..."

Maeve leaned forward, eyes wide, drink forgotten, pulse quickening. As the alien's long fingers delved into his trousers, she felt her mouth going dry. Just the base of his cock was thick enough to show he hadn't been lying.

He pulled it out. It was nonsensical how much time that took. There was just more cock. It just kept coming out. A fat, green-skinned tube of flesh. It would have been comical if she wasn't so into it.

Finally the glans came out. Maeve could have sworn it was fully the size of her fist. She was mesmerized, eyes locked on the gently swinging cockhead as it dangled from the Twi'lek's fist.

"Believe me now?" he asked, snapping her out of her reverie. Force, what an arrogant- well,

dick

. But he could afford to be, with that thing.

She downed her drink and slammed the glass on the table. "Put it on there." the Sith commanded. Or tried to command. Her voice was a little trembly, and she had a feeling that he knew exactly what effect he had on women.

He obliged. The monstrosity thumped down on the table. The lightsaber disappeared.

Maeve found it hard to quantify how extremely sexy that was. She tried to say something, and didn't manage to come up with anything past "Uhhh..."

He drew his heavy blaster pistol, a beaten old-model thing with an aftermarket targeter on, and put it down next to his cock. It wasn't a small gun, but it was absolutely dwarfed next to his cock.

Maeve realized she was almost panting. She pulled herself together, reaching into the Force to bring a little presence of mind back. "Well. Okay then. What was your name again?"

The Twi'lek flicked one of his lekku around his neck. "Daj. Daj'qabrega, at your service." He waggled his cock to punctuate it.

She rolled her eyes. At her cervix, more like. Frak, he even had her making stupid jokes in her own head... "Okay, well, Daj, we're going back to my place and you're going to fit that whole damn thing in me. Understand?"

"Fifty credits you'll tap out halfway in." Daj replied, already stuffing his gigantic meat back into his pants. "Little girl like you?"

Maeve held out a hand and her lightsaber leapt off the table to meet it. "Make it a hundred. Sith don't tap out."

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They didn't even make it to her place. He'd been trying to call a hovercab and she just couldn't wait after seeing the monstrosity-

Well, the whys didn't matter. She was on her knees in a filthy alleyway, top off, sucking his cock. It was a lot of work- but then again, it was a lot of cock. She had both hands wrapped around it as much as they could be, pumping that fat pulsing length up and down as she tried to force as much of it as she could into her mouth.

Frankly, it wasn't much. But Maeve was proud of herself nevertheless. What she'd got in probably had several times the volume of a normal human cock. And precum was running out of the tip and it tasted so good and it was just so fucking hot-

"Ah,

fuck!

" the Twi'lek snarled, arching his back against the wall. "Frak, girl, you're fuckin'

hungry

for it!"

She nodded, tongue flicking under the ridge of his cockhead. She

was

a hungry little slut. Such a good cockwhore.

"Hold on, let me show you how to take it- sit back for a sec-" he hissed, taking hold of the base of his meat with one hand. "Stick out your tongue, yeah, just like a good little whore..."

Maeve obeyed, letting go of the enormous rod and sitting back on her heels. What was he gonna do? She stuck her tongue out under that gigantic cockhead, spit dripping down her chin. Whatever it was, she couldn't wait.

The Twi'lek lifted himself up on the tips of his toes, pointing his cock as straight downwards as he could. He was already tall, and Maeve was significantly shorter, so there was a fair amount of distance between them bridged by dick. She realized then, as she stared near vertically up at him, what he was going to do.

Oh fuck. He's going to actually kill me with this.

"Relax and take it." he said, seeing the brief flash of fear in her eyes. And then he pushed down.

She relaxed her throat, accepting that she'd do this or die trying- more likely the latter, given the absolute fucking girth of that-

He slid into her throat. It felt like she was swallowing a brick. Except the brick was warm and pulsating and there was another green foot of it sticking out her mouth.

She had no idea why, but that made her cum. Just like that. One second she was dreading getting her neck ripped open from the inside and the next her crotch was a gooey mess and she was seeing stars. Was that oxygen deprivation? Did it matter?

He pushed down further and she let out a moan. It came out more like an "mmmmmmmfffffff", but the point still came across. She reached up and seized the enormous shaft above her, wrapping her hand as far as it could go around the base of the thing. Could feel his pulse under her thumb. Matter of fact, she could feel it in her neck. Force, so fucking much...

The edges of her vision were fluttering black. Daj reached down, grabbed her head with both hands, locked it in position with his long thumbs on her temples. And he just kept sliding down. Inexorably. She was helpless. Couldn't stop him.

She came again, shuddering violently, her whole body going limp. He held her up by her head, steadily feeding more cock into her. Maeve didn't often feel helpless. Practically never. It was a rare thing for a Sith.

And yet this gundark-cocked smuggler made her feel like a sex toy, nothing more. Just a bit of fuckmeat that he used for his own pleasure.

Maeve moaned around his cock. Her vision doubled as her eyes crossed in pleasure- and then the darkness started to close. Was this how she'd die? Was there a better way to die?

At that moment Daj pulled back, hauling his cock out of her mouth. It pulled out of her face trailing thick strings of drool, spit pouring down her chin and splattering her chest. He let go of her head, and she barely caught herself with a hand.

"Good slut..." the Twi'lek said, stroking his cock slowly. All the way down, all the way up- almost hypnotic. "You okay?"

Maeve coughed violently a couple times. Force, it felt like his cock had been all the way down in her chest. Was that possible? Did it matter? "Yeah, I'm okay." she replied hoarsely, hauling herself shakily to her feet. "More than okay. But we're not done yet."

A predatory smile spread across Daj's face. "No. No we're not."

He moved towards her. Fierfek, he was

big

. Not just the monstrosity jutting up from between his legs, but he was

tall

. Broad shoulders too. Narrow waist. Gorgeous. Well, most Twi'leks were- hence their galaxy-wide reputation.

Gorgeous, and if she was honest, a little threatening. He towered over her. And in this alley, lit only by the neon signs out in the street... he made her feel

small

.

Her back was against the wall. Had she stepped back? She couldn't recall. And he was there, and his body was against hers, and the wall was cold on her bare back and his body was so hot against her breasts and his fucking absurd cock was

burning

pressed against her belly-

"You're wearing too much." the Twi'lek said softly, his hand cupping her left breast, thumb flicking over the bar through her nipple.

She groaned out loud, eyes fluttering shut. Reaching down, she hit the release on her belt and struggled with the gription panels on her leggings, trying to find a seam.

One of his lekku brushed against her face, and then coiled lightly around her throat. Her fingers forgot what they were doing. Another groan of arousal and frustration. She reached into the Force, and with a growl of anger tore her leggings off with brute telekinetic power. Her belt fell to the ground, lightsaber and comlink clattering on the permacrete.

Daj cocked his head, hand and lek going still. "Damn, girl- what was that?"

Maeve gave him a ragged smile. "Didn't want to take my boots off."

"Fair enough." he replied with a grin. And then he grabbed her waist with both hands and lifted her up, and up- she was poised over him, that enormous spit-soaked alien meat nudging at her, and then he found the spot, started her down-

Stars popped in her skull. Maeve's jaw dropped open, hung slack, her eyes rolling up a little. He was absolutely splitting her open, stretching her so wide, so fucking tight around him. So perfect, so fucking much dick, and his arms around her so strong, and her legs wrapping around him, and the endless slide down, down, down, till he hit something inside her and the breath couldn't come anymore because his damned giant fuckmeat was shoving her lungs around, and she came ludicrously hard. Unbelievably hard. Her toes curled and quivered, their joints popping. Her nails gouged deep into the Twi'lek's sculptural back. A sound came out of her mouth- not quite words, something like "Hnnnuuggghhrrr".

She tried again. "It's so-" she managed to get out, before her brain stopped working again. It was hard to marshal your thoughts with that much cock in you, believe it or not. And he was just slowly running in and out of her, a steady rhythm keeping her tumbling headfirst into orgasm. "Don't... don't stop..." Maeve whimpered. "Give me your-

fuu-uuuckkk-

give me your gun..."

He leaned back, balancing her better on him, pushing deeper than before as her body weight pressed down. She let go of him, leaning back herself, one hand wrapped around her neck, her other going down to feel the bulge in her flat stomach over his massive cock. Daj fumbled at his back for a second, trying to get into the holster that flopped loosely from his undone belt. Then he had his blaster, and she took it, feeling the cold durasteel and use-polished wood grips. Maeve pressed its carbon-scored barrel to her face, ran her tongue up the side, tasting the bitter machine oil. "Have-

ah!

have you used this? Have you killed with this?"

He didn't answer, pushing her back against the wall. His lekku were suddenly running through her hair, over her shoulder, caressing her neck. But she needed to know. "Oh FUCK just tell me-"

"Yes..." Daj said, voice low, strained with effort as he increased the pace, fucking her oh so fucking deep. "Couple barves, over the years..."

She did something stupid and slid the muzzle into her ravaged mouth. So absolutely dumb. It was live- a touch of the firing stud would empty her skull, blast her into oblivion. Her tongue swirled around in the flash hider, sucking the blaster like it was a cock, as Daj stretched her out. So fucking full...

The Twi'lek's lekku were writhing around her neck, over her shoulders. So damn overstimulated. She could feel him throbbing inside her. Force, she could die like this, die happy... she could just stroke her thumb an inch down the blaster and everything would be over, and the last thing she would ever feel was that massive alien cock bouncing off her cervix, the bolts of orgasmic pain pulsing through her skull, his head-tails round her throat...

Daj's hand covered hers, immobilizing her fingers in his surprisingly strong grip. Maeve moaned around the blaster- this wasn't how she'd die, he wouldn't let it happen, and she wanted to live, she wanted to feel, she never wanted to stop feeling what he was doing to her, but she had to die someday and why not now, why not at the absolute pinnacle of existence? She half-sobbed as he took the blaster from her, tears running down her face.

"Don't cry." he said, changing it up, settling her down onto him. "Just cum."

She laughed, kind of. Snorted a little. Her brain wasn't functioning properly. "I... I have been..."

And then she was empty, gaping open to the air, and he was holding her up like a child. "No!" she screamed, petulance in her voice. "Fucking PUT IT BACK!!"

Instead the Twi'lek put her down. Maeve almost stamped her feet, except her legs were wobbly as scrib jelly and she sort of folded down, sitting on the filthy permacrete. And then she suddenly migrated to lying down. It was hard to really control her body.

Daj laughed. "Roll over. My turn to put in some work."

Had she been putting in work? Maeve didn't remember. She rolled over anyway, pushing her ass up like a good girl, pillowing her face on her forearms. "Please... just put it back.."

"Since you asked so nicely..."

He slapped his cock down on her ass. And her lower back. She could feel it drooling on her spine, his heavy balls up against her. Maeve felt her cunt contract, instinctively trying to grip that cock, but she felt so empty, so widely stretched, nothing in her... "Fucking pleaaaseeeee.... I need it...." she whined, tears actually running down her face. She wiggled her ass, presenting it to him, begging for it...

He pulled his enormous dick back, sliding between her buttocks, leaving a hot trail of his precum and her pussy juices, and then nosed into her. "Guuuuhhfuuuuck...." Maeve groaned, feeling him open her. "Just-"

Then it was in her- fierfek, it felt like it was ALL in her, like it was up in her chest, like his fucking monstrous cockhead was gonna burst out between her tits, and she came yet again, screaming like a dumb bitch as he broke her. His fist was balled up in her short hair, his other hand grabbing her hip and pulling her back towards him- she couldn't hold herself up, he had to do it, like she was some sort of fuckdoll. And now it was like some sort of neverending orgasm, and she screamed until there was no more air in her lungs, just cock, and she couldn't even breathe in with him fucking bouncing her diaphragm around, and-

And Maeve snapped awake, gasping for breath. He was yanking her head back, the tears pouring down her cheeks so cold in the cold night air. It was almost an out of body experience; she fancied she could see herself getting fucked on the filthy ground, the big Twi'lek sheened in sweat as he pounded into her, so much cock pulling out of her and slamming back in with each stroke she wondered how she was alive. It was am incredibly hot image- honestly, holopornworthy. Maybe the alleyway had cams she could find footage for...

She closed her eyes, and she was back in her own body. How much more could she even take? But death on this pillar of meat was worth it. Anything for this degree of pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum." Daj said, through gritted teeth. "Where- fuck!- where do you-"

"Everywhere!" Maeve managed, barely able to get the word out. "Just-"

He thrust so deep stars went nova behind her eyes and she wondered how it didn't protrude out her mouth. And then he started to cum.

It was, in a word, nonsensical.

It felt like he throbbed even thicker, and then just a huge hot flood within her. It felt like it lasted a decade. Which, coincidentally, was how long her orgasm felt. This one was even bigger than all the previous mind-shattering events, and Maeve felt like she transcended consciousness as she had previously known it- like she was broken into multiple minds, one of them thrashing in orgasmic ecstasy on the permacrete, another floating above watching the first, lasciviously touching itself to the scene, and a third that had achieved oneness with the Force and now knew all that there was, had been, and will be in the universe.

And then Daj pulled out of her, releasing her hair, and unleashed another flood over her back. So much cum. Like, an incredible amount. Without his support she buckled and collapsed into a puddle of heaving, overstimulated flesh. And he just kept shooting on her, thick hot sticky ropes painting her body, till her fleshy overstimmed puddle was in its own Twi'lek cum puddle.

Finally the rain ceased, and he reached out and rolled her on her back. She laughed, somehow, through the exhaustion, and he grinned. "Just checking that you were still alive."

She gave him a shaky thumbs up.

He gently wiped his softening cock off on her forehead, and then dropped something in her lap. Then he pulled his trousers up and walked away. Maeve could hear him laughing as she looked down and saw a hundred credit piece glistening in the cummy mess.

Cocky bastard.