TLJ: Accept his conditions
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Revision as of 18:03, 7 January 2019
You must surrender to his terms, You were entering this cell with an open hand and he picked you off in a swift and decisive victory. You exit temporarily to tell the guards that the negociations are becoming more physical and that you will be a little late. They all of course think you are about to enter back into the cell to beat the shit out of the hacker. You are glad they aren’t suspecting a thing as the door closes behind you and your prisoner with his cock in his hand motioning you to come forward.
You quietly undo your armor as piece after piece falls on the floor. His eyes widened at your large curves, expertly hidden under your armor. He makes you stop as he admires you in your skin tight over wear. The feel the weight of his gaze on your ass, breasts and legs, you ever realized until now that those form fitting clothes could indeed wake up the imagination with more sensual images. However, those are quickly discarded as well, leaving you in your combat underwear. Shame making you blush, you slowly pull them off, not realizing your pace could be easily be compared to a stripper teasing it’s audience. You are soon completely naked, protecting your privates with your hands. His stern look tells otherwise, and when you pull your hands away, revealing your body to him, he applauds half approving, half sarcastic.
Both knowing what is next, you don’t let him the time to utter that humiliating command and instead fall on your knees, your mouth approaching his half erected cock. He spreads his legs, letting you enough place to maneuver as you stroke him to life. Only when the tip of your tongue touches his member that your brain fully understand the range of a naked you on her knees licking a dick as if you were a good little girl.
“Symbolic isn’t it? We live in a galaxy d-d-dominated by two hypocrite factions, and now one of t-t-the symbols of one of those faction is on it’s knees, s-s-servicing me on it’s own free will. Nice m-m-middle finger to the whole system.” He explains.
“Just, just shut up.” You weakly answer.
He simply smiles, not needing to remind you of your current place. You know this too well, your tongue tracing up and down his shaft. He further assert his dominance by putting his thumb into your mouth. You gently bite it then suck on it. You are surprised that you are not even putting up a fight, instead doing everything he says. He pushes his cock against your lips and you open your mouth for him, taking him inside. You start bobbing your head up and down, slowly swallowing his prick. The only sound you can hear is the occasional slurping noise you make, and it’s pretty fine with you.
What happens next?
| Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga |
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| Captain Phasma |
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| Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi |
