The halls of the palace were quiet, a welcome change from the streets of Mos Espa. Drash padded down the corridor, towards the refresher, the middle-of-the-night need to pee rearing its pesky head.
I should've gone with a cybernetic bladder along with the arm...
Although Jabba had made sure his personal quarters were opulent and spacious, those of his underlings were not so generously laid out. The room she had claimed for her own still had more space, however, than any room she had slept in prior. And despite the fact that she still had to share the refresher, it was a much more pleasant experience considering said refresher was kept tidy and clean by droids, unlike the refreshers of Mos Espa.
Alas, the refresher was in use, the red occupancy light standing out starkly in the shadowy corridor.
"Hurry up," she growled, rapping her knuckles on the side of the door. "I have to piss."
Silence followed.
She waited, shifting from foot to foot. With potential release so close, the pressure in her bladder rose, her body sensing proximity to the refresher.
"Come on, it's late, I want to go back to bed, hurry up!"
More silence followed.
"I don't want to have to go downstairs, it's a long trip, hurry the fuck up!"
The door slid open.
Black Krrsantan loomed over her, vicious scowl on his face.
Her eyes widened, and she took an involuntary step back.
"Cool. Uh, you're done, good."
He did not budge, his dark eyes fixed on her, his massive frame filling the doorway.
"Can you move?" she asked, doing her best to stay polite even as the pressure mounted on her bladder.
His lip curled, but he stayed silent.
"Come on, let me in," she grunted, trying to slip past him, his broad bulk impossible to squeeze by. "Move, damn it!"
He moved quicker than she could react.
His hand lashed out to close around her throat, and she was lifted off her feet, hoisted up like a sack of meilooruns, just as suddenly slammed against the wall. Her cry of surprise was cut off by his cruel fingers pressing into her skin. Drash thrashed desperately, whacking at his forearm, even her cybernetic arm not nearly strong enough to affect his grip on her.
"We're...on the same side," she managed to croak.
He leaned forward, eyes flashing dangerously, and then roared in her face, the powerful sound almost like a physical blow, sending a shudder of fright along her body. The only response she could muster was a pitiful whimper.
And then he let go, dropping her to the floor. She landed in a heap, gasping for air, trembling from the fear. His size was even more imposing with her on the floor, drawing another whimper from her.
His lip curled again as he stepped over her and strode out into the corridor.
Drash hurried to use the refresher, having barely managed to stop from pissing herself.
What surprised her, however, after she was done, was that she was wet.
Not just wet. Drenched. Soaked.
Her mind flashed back to moments before, when Krrsantan had roared in her face. She shuddered at the memory, but as she remembered it, she realized there had been a definite jolt of something besides fear. The obvious part of the experience, the fear and surprise, had won precedence in her mind at the time. But being pinned against the wall by a Wookiee, helpless against his might, had proven to be an unexpected aphrodisiac. Her sex was a mess of juices, easily accepting a finger, idly pushed inside at another round of reminiscing, this time thinking about that roar, the power therein, the ferocity directed entirely at her. She could not stop herself from moaning. A second finger joined the first, and she plunged the duo deep. Her hips jumped up from the seat as she masturbated energetically, her cybernetic arm moving to let her other hand grope her breasts through her top.
Two thoughts ran through her mind as she fingerfucked herself.
I wonder how his hands would feel on me...and how he would feel inside me...
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Drash felt her heartbeat quicken at the sight of Krrsantan at the dining room table. The imposing Wookiee had several full plates in front of him, his rifle resting against his chair.
It was late in the palace, with everyone else either in their quarters, or out on a mission. Which meant no one else was in the room besides her and the bounty hunter.
Meanwhile, I'm on a mission of my own.
"Someone's hungry," she commented idly, the casual tone of voice hiding her pounding heart.
The Wookiee grunted noncommittally. She sat at the table, and put her feet up, her tight shorts showing off plenty of leg. His attention stayed entirely on the food.
Until she reached out to snag a piece of fruit off the plate closest to her.
His snarl made her swallow in nervous excitement. Those eyes fixed on her, the disapproving annoyance there doing nothing to quell that excitement. Her hand hung in the air, inches from the plate.
"What, you're don't share?" she snarked, reaching forward again.
He reached out himself and snagged her arm by the wrist. His grip felt like durasteel around her skin. Her heartbeat picked up along with the excitement. His fingers squeezed pointedly. She bit back a moan, her nipples stiffening underneath her loose top.
Her other hand reached out, quicker this time, and snatched a piece of fruit. He snarled again, the sound louder, more visceral, of outrage rather than annoyance. Amusement surfaced through her excitement.
"It's just a piece of fruit," she said, biting into it.
He growled at her.
"You know I don't speak Wookiee. Or whatever it's called."
