KACHIRHO - KASHYYYK - 19 BBY
The dropship swooped low over a lush forest canopy that seemed to stretch on forever, repulsors burning as it raced toward a distant spot on the horizon and the roar of battle roared over the comms: Wookiees snarling, clone troopers and volunteers shouting commands and calling for reinforcements over the sound of stuttering blaster fire and rumbling explosions.
Beta Squad didn't even hear it, too focused on the Jedi beauty kneeling before them, her head bobbing and her hands a blur as she struggled to give all four of them equal treatment while the pilots watched on their security vidscreens and a single trooper observed from his post by the wide-open bay door, clinging to a support handle while furious jerking his cock to the live sex show.
"That's it, Betas!" the co-pilot urged over the comm, working his controls one-handed. "Make that slag work for it!"
Serra Keto groaned, blue eyes watering as she engulfed the cock in front of her, pushing until the fat head touched the back of her throat. A slender, well-toned brunette barely in her twenties, she wore a tiny earpiece that let her hear everything the clones said through their private helmet comms, her pretty face burning as she pumped multiple spit-soaked schlongs while slobbering all over the one in front of her, eager to finish them all off before they landed. She hadn't meant for this to happen: her body had simply reacted when she sensed the armored studs sizing her up the moment they left the
Sphincter
's hangar bay, her raunchy reputation having well preceded her.
Serra groaned, reminding herself again that it wasn't her fault. If they had been normal troopers in blue-and-white plasteel armor maybe she could have resisted her urges long enough to make it down to the city; but they were
commandos
, the cream of the clone crop. Like ARC troopers, they had been bred for greater individuality and had no problem letting a woman know what they were thinking. Their bulky gray armor reflected that, the yellow markings on the one in front telling her she was blowing Vibro, the squad's demolitions expert. Commando cock was nearly a third larger than a standard clone cock (which was impressive in its own right), and depending on the situation could reach Wookiee proportions. Any woman who could resist one was either blind or blast shocked, not that either condition would necessarily stop a perpetually horny commando from making use of her if she was attractive enough.
Shiv roared, his armor marked with red. The squad's most aggressive member, he slapped her face with his big dick before stomping away. "I'm barely getting any here!" he snarled as he disappeared behind her, Serra taking advantage of his absence to focus solely on the remaining three, sucking Vibro while tugging off the others and keeping everyone moaning.
"Where are you going, Shiv?" the commando with green markings groaned, his precum oozing all over her fingers. "Let's take this
skanga
apart as a team, the way Hawkbat taught us."
Shiv chuckled. "Just getting mine, Leader."
He pulled Serra to her feet, her mouth and hands not missing a suck or pull as she rose to a bent-over position in front of him. He hiked up her Jedi robe and stared at her luscious bum, his helmet cam capturing everything he saw. A sharp slap made her yelp before he pulled her pants down to her ankles, leaving her half-naked and utterly vulnerable while he gripped his big dick and teased her asshole, still nicely stretched after her mission on Korriban. But there was no time for such a potentially messy endeavor and he quickly adjusted, finding her dripping cunt and slowly feeding himself inside, making Serra whimper as he bullied his way into her velvet temple and refused to stop until he completely bottomed out.
Serra was rocked back and forth in the gunship's crowded bay, her screams muffled by Vibro's cock while Kashyyyk
wooshed
past the open bay door. Her lovers moaned while she worked them, the pilots and lone trooper grunting as they frantically tugged away, wishing they could join in or at least get sloppy seconds.
Making an annoyed groan, Scratch, the tech expert with purple markings, pulled a small device off his pack and tossed it down on the floor where it immediately came to life and began projecting a real-time hologram of a white-armored ARC trooper who briefly paused when he saw what was going on.
"Advisor here, commandos. You'll be landing at Kachirho soon, so finish up."
"Finishing up
real soon
, Advisor," Leader groaned.
"Uh-huh. Confederate advance forces have landed in several cities; the element of surprise has allowed them to dig in. The Wookiees are holding their own for now, but that may not last. You will give them whatever assistance you can, but they are not your main mission."
Vibro roared, balls churning. "Oh, she can suck, Advisor. She can
really
suck."
"Pay attention, Seven-Three."
The commando to his left smacked his brother's chest. "Focus, Vibro."
"I'm
trying
