TFA: On Takodana
From Create Your Own Story
You walk into the Maz's cantina and grumpily order a drink. Without Leia, and without the Falcon, even the thriving, seedy environment you find yourself in barely interests you.
You look around. Spacers, smugglers, mercs and assassins, from any species you could name, all attempting to unwind after a long time dodging the First Order and fighting for credits. Of course, said relaxation can come in the form of gambling, drink, spice or something a little more intimate.
A particularly obnoxious gungan is availing himself of that last kind of pleasure, really going to town on an unlucky twi'lek dancer. The filthy Naboo denizen's spunk is bubbling out of her nose as the swamp creature fucks her face with unbridled, idiotic glee.
The girl is obviously trying to break away, whether to put some distance between herself and the Gungan, or simply to catch a breath. Whatever her reasoning, the Gungan's having none of it, keeping his cybernetic hands wrapped tightly around her lekku, using the beautiful headtails as makeshift fuckhandles.
With a sigh, you finish your drink and stand up. Women in distress always were your weakness, particularly if they were young and had technicolor skin.
"Hey, maybe it's time you moved along." You warn the Gungan.
He looks up at you, dopey face contorted in an expression that's a mixture of arousal and anger.
"Back off, old man! Mesa pay for thesa girlie, mesa get to use her!" The freakish alien insists.
"Okay, I'm done." You sigh. Drawing back your arm, you clock the gungan. Unsurprisingly, he reels back, releasing his grip on the whore and crumpling to the floor.
The Twi'lek rises, bountiful breasts exposed to all, and scurries behind you.
The Gungan makes to rise, to retaliate, but you whip back your jacket, revealing your blaster. Instead, he crawls off, defeated.
"Thank you!" The Twi'lek beams, catching you on the wrist.
"Don't mention it." You say coolly, all the while hoping she does the opposite.
"But sir, you saved my dignity from any further bruising, and possibly my life!" The alien coos, leaning up to kiss you on the cheek. You really could have done without that after what she'd just been subjected to.
"Really, it was nothing." You say, casually wiping yourself off with your sleeve.
"It most certainly was not!" She insists. "I'm Erosha, tell you what, why don't you wait ten minutes and then meet me in Room 13? I know exactly how I can thank my new hero!"
You can't help but feel a stirring in your loins as you hear that, one that's compounded by the swaying of the emerald green beauty's hips as she heads off to freshen up. Hell, it's been a long time for you.
You can't shake the feeling something's not right here, though. It's a sort of smuggler's intuition, one that's saved your life hundreds of times over the decades. It could be a trap, or a con. Twi'lek slavegirls in next to nothing were a tried and true method of luring in unsupecting marks.
What do you decide to do?
- TFA: Throw caution to the wind. You've got a date with a hot Twi'lek!
- TFA: Don't risk it. Unwind with another "dancing girl" instead.
| Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga |
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| Character: |
| Han Solo |
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| The Force Awakens |
