COMMISSION: Captive of the Black Vulkars
Added 2020-10-17 09:45:19 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: A short commission! This is obviously not my usual style. To quote my editor, it's "like the plot of a DevilHS comic," but it satisfied the client and will hopefully be entertaining to you guys too. :)
NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE 17-YEAR-OLD VIDEO GAME, KNIGHTS OF THE OLD REPUBLIC. DON'T SAY YOU WEREN'T WARNED.
[F/F] [PWP] [more tags below]
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“Well... maybe those bloody Vulkars will think twice next time before trying to take a jedi prisoner,” Bastila Shan looked out over the slew of fallen bodies, those who had dared to capture her... even if they hadn’t managed to do so for very long. Her gaze turned, then, to the woman who’d come to ‘rescue’ her -- there was something very familiar about her, those piercing eyes, her flowing black hair, her impressive figure. The skintight trousers and open vest were new, though the distraction provided by the visible inner slopes of the woman’s ample breasts weren’t enough to steal her attention entirely. “As for you, if you think you can collect me as a prize, well--”
“Don’t worry, princess,” the woman chuckled, holstering her blaster. “Winning the race was the best way to save you. I’m Vera -- Vera D’Tharn.”
“Save me?” Bastila arched a brow. “Is that what you were trying to accomplish by riding in that swoop race? Well, as far as rescues go, this was a pretty poor example.” The dark-haired jedi leaned her double-sided vibroblade against the wall, then set one hand against it to steady herself, rest. She found herself still clad in what the Black Vulkars had allowed her to keep -- consisting of the autumnal brown tabard she would have normally worn over her orange bodysuit, and, infuriatingly, only that. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I managed to free myself from that neural restraint collar without your help. In fact, it’s more accurate to say that I saved you.”
“I think you’ve got things confused,” Vera’s lips curled into a wide, playful grin, her head tilted slightly sidelong... and not hiding her gaze as it admired the lush curves put on display as a result of Bastila’s ‘improved’ outfit. “Looked like you were a helpless prisoner until I came along.”
Bastila’s eyes narrowed. That voice was so familiar, though the attitude was different. There was no way this could be... Revan? If anyone had managed to survive and find safe passage on Taris, it would be her, but this one seemed oblivious to Bastila or even her own nature. Still, Revan or not, she had no intention on being bullied. “Considering you seem unable to take your eyes from my chest, it’s a wonder you see anything properly at all. It’s no wonder you’re so woefully misguided on what occurred.”
“Hey, make up whatever story you want, I won the race...” Vera’s grin widened further, more insistently teasing than malicious. Taking a few steps forward to close the gap between Bastila and herself, the black-haired bombshell laid one hand on the wall just beside the other woman’s, playfully cornering her. “So I’m pretty sure that means I get to keep you as a slave. I wonder what I should make you do first--”
Bastila lashed out with an open palm before the sentence could be finished, one that would have provided a crisp slap across Vera’s face had her wrist not been caught an instant before in the woman’s free hand. Impossible -- there was no way something that wasn’t sensitive to the Force could have quicker reflexes than Bastila Shan. It had to be Revan, and that gave rise to so many other questions. Vera D’Tharn indeed. “Unhand me, brute,” she hissed.
“With a temper like that? I think you’re safer like this,” Vera chuckled, pulling firmly on Bastila’s wrist until the two were chest-to-chest and close, breasts colliding and squishing abundantly against one another. The so-called ‘rescuer’ reached out with her leaning hand, but found her wrist caught just as Bastila’s had been, mirroring her grip on the other woman. “Ooh, maybe you even like it.”
“Is this the game you want to play, then, Vera?” Bastila narrowed her eyes, pushing forward and causing the other woman to backpedal a step before they locked evenly once more. “I assure you I won’t be the kind of slave worth keeping -- that is, if you can even get that restraint collar back in place.”
The other woman pushed back, putting one leg between Bastila’s to get her off-balance and shoving her back into the wall, her open vest twisting sideways to reveal one full, round breast, squished firmly into the side of Bastila’s the thrill of skin-on-skin causing Vera to bite her lip in excitement. “Mmn, right now it seems like I’ve got you exactly where I want you, jedi.”
With a growl of frustration, Bastila leaned in abruptly, switching her grip on Vera’s wrist and using it to lead her downward -- riding the other woman to the hard gray floor beneath. Being proned caused Vera’s skimpy, unfastened vest to fall open completely, exposing both of her impressive tits, and providing an opening Bastila had no intention of ignoring. One hand kept hold of Vera’s wrist, pinning it above her ‘savior’s’ head, while the other firmly groped one of those exposed tits, massaging it in slow, rough circles. “Looks like I’ve got the upper hand yet again, for someone who thinks they’ve earned me,” Bastila glowered -- only to have any future words stolen by a sudden kiss, Vera lunging upward to claim the jedi’s lips with her own.
Only moments after Vera had been pinned, she’d flipped the dynamic once more -- her hot, open-mouthed embrace sending a rush of unexpected excitement through Bastila’s body, allowing her to be rolled and pinned in return. Vera’s tongue swirled and lapped along the jedi’s, her free hand slipping beneath that veil of brown fabric, first groping one of the full, soft tits beneath it, then grabbing a fistful of the cloth and tearing it away with a single forceful motion, baring Bastila’s squirming figure underneath. The brunette moaned out in half-hearted protest, nipples visibly stiffening as she draped one leg up and around Vera’s hip, clinging tightly to her.
Continuing to grope and squeeze one of Bastila’s lush tits with one hand, Vera broke the kiss in order to tilt down, locking her lips greedily around the jedi’s opposite nipple. Hard suckling turned to a light bite, tongue swirling around the pert nub as she aggressively massaged the other round, warm breast. Her free hand tugged at her own belt, unfastening it and trying to wiggle free of her tight trousers while her tongue lashed wetly at Bastila’s nipple, lips tightening back around it to suck and pull at the stiff, sensitive nub. “Mnnn....”
“Nnh... fuck...” Bastila whispered, wincing. She shouldn’t be doing this, not with her vows to the Force, but it felt like Vera’s very presence twisted her passions -- first pride, then indignance, then anger -- to her whim, transforming them into spiteful, competitive lust. She felt almost out of control of herself, arcs of pleasure crackling down her skin as Vera groped and sucked on her tits, finally squirming free of those tight pants to expose sensuous hips and a firm, perky backside, ripe for the smacking... an unspoken invitation Bastila quickly seized upon. One hand planted beneath her, she reached down to deliver a sharp spank to Vera’s backside, causing a yelp and retaliatory bite to Bastila’s nipple, causing the jedi to let out her own hiss of sudden, pain-edged pleasure Undeterred, though, another spank followed, then another, causing Vera to look up at her with a devilish glare.
“Oh, is that how you want to play this, then?” she smirked, opening her mouth to gently bite the side of Bastila’s tit, then kissing it, still squishing and groping the other with her hand. Her other hand, though, now finished removing her pants, had very different plans. Pulling up a little, Vera seized the other woman’s mouth in another long kiss, squishing her full tits against Bastila’s while her hand dipped down between them, fingers dancing along the brunette’s bare, wet slit to tease lower -- pressing her middle, then second finger gently against the tight pucker of Bastila’s asshole, then beginning to rhythmically, insistently prod them back and forth against the narrow opening.
“NNh... w-what do you think you’re-- a-ah...” Bastila winced, breathing broken words against Vera’s lips -- then gasping when she felt them finally breach her, two fingers sinking slowly into her ass and easing in deep. Her heart was racing faster than the prototype swoop accelerator Vera had used to win the Vulkars’ race, both physical pleasure and this strange... burning within the Force, driving her to distraction. This, though, was a game at which two could play, and now, with both women entirely naked, there was nothing protecting Vera’s backside from a similar assault.
Shuddering with excitement, Bastila’s words faded to meaningless murmurs as she returned the kiss, squeezing a handful of the other woman’s spank-reddened behind before mirroring Vera’s own invasive tactic, though from behind rather than from the front. She massaged two, then three fingers along the back folds of Vera’s soaked slit, coating them in the black-haired beauty’s juices before seeking the pink star just above and pressing against it. Just as insistent as Vera had been, it was only a moment before Bastila felt the woman gasp against her lips, her ass flexing and tightening around the three invading fingers. “Haaauuhhh... ffphhaah...!” Vera groaned, lashes fluttering as her ass was invaded, quivers running through her as she continued to finger-fuck Bastila from between the jedi’s legs, now seeking to add a vengeful third finger of her own.
The two remained lip-locked for a long moment, bare bodies sliding up and down one another, their chests sliding and grinding into each other again and again as they duelled with fingers and hands, groping and rocking into the other. As pleasure built, though, so did desire for more -- and finally, when all pretense of wrestling had melted away into lustful cries of excitement, Bastila broke the kiss, biting gently at Vera’s lip before flipping her sideways, landing the newcomer onto her back once more. “If you’re going to violate me, do it right,” she purred, crawling on top once more... though this time not head-to-head, but the opposite, lowering herself down onto Vera’s face and folding forward from there, burying herself between the other woman’s thighs. Exploring fingers quickly found the tight back hole they’d already been sunken into, slipping in one, two, then three, but now the young sentinel’s tongue came to play as well. A long, hungry lick stroked the flat of her tongue along Vera’s drenched pussy, drawing a shudder and moan from the other woman, and was then quickly followed by another, and another, lap after long, wet lap gliding up and down along Vera’s soaked cunt while the jedi deeply fingerfucked her tight little asshole.
“Haaahh... nnphh, gladly,” Vera groaned breathlessly, leaning up into the treat Bastila had offered her and lashing her own tongue across the jedi’s pussy, teasing the little pink button of her clit with light, playful licks as opposed to Bastila’s long laps. Reaching both hands up, she used one to spread one of Bastila’s buttcheeks to the side, probing the fingers of the other back into her waiting ass, pumping them in and out with smooth, deep motions as she twirled and flicked her tongue around and around Bastila’s little pearl. “Mnnh... yesss....”
“Nnh, fuck...” Bastila panted, trying to will her legs not to wobble as waves of pleasure shot through her. She sucked and nibbled at the silky folds of Vera’s smooth cunt, trembling at the way the woman beneath her teased her tender pussy with light licks and swirls, complemented by the deep, intense fingering of her sensitive ass. She could feel this strange turmoil bubble inside of her, a murmur in the Force as she kept her face buried into the other woman’s pussy -- the woman who might be Revan, had to be her. Like a connection, formed in something more than flesh and lust, that tether to which Vera D’Tharn seemed able to tug at her emotions with as little as words and touches. Still, ecstasy beamed throughout her curvaceous form as Vera attended to her from beneath, licking and fingering, growing more and more bold with both.
The two rocked back and forth into one another, folded like a pocket-vibroknife, teasing words and the illusion of a grapple fading to heated moans and gasps of desperation, both losing their grip as their mirrored pleasure mounted. Bastila’s frenzied licks and kisses turned even more bold as she prodded the tip of her tongue into the sweet opening of Vera’s pussy, pushing inside to explore the honeyed confines of the stranger’s womanhood, focused, intent -- only distracted by a sudden rush of delight that overwhelmed even the concentration of a trained jedi.
Two sensations were simultaneous -- that of Vera’s lips sealing around the apex of her slit, suckling firmly at her clit and sending beams of pleasure arcing through her, was only the first. The second was that of a fourth finger forcing its way into her tight backdoor, stretching her pliable butt, making her spasm and cry out into the warm cradle between Vera’s thighs. Gasping, Bastila tried to keep focus, didn’t want to give up this battle of wills, this competition, but there was no holding back the screaming, toe-curling climax that the other woman had wrenched free of her, her body twitching, contorting with pleasure. “Ahhhfff... fuhhHhahhHH--!” she wailed out, riding the massive wave of release as Vera continued to torment her, riding out the duration of her orrgasm, leaving her breathless, desperate... but not yet unbroken. This newcomer may have won the round, but not the battle.
When her spasms had slowed, and her breathing dropped back to a reasonable pace, Bastila glared back over her shoulder only to be met by a wicked, knowing smirk. “Too much for you?”
Vera chuckled wickedly as the jedi dislodged from her position on top of her, moving quickly into a very different one -- lowering herself down in front of a still-prone Vera and entertwining her legs with the other woman, reaching out to grab Vera’s shoulder and using it as leverage to scoot close. “Not yet,” The stranger arched a brow at first, uncertain what this was meant to achieve, until the gap between the two finally closed entirely, and she felt Bastila’s wet slit push up against her own, hot and soaked with her recent climax, though the look in the jedi’s bright blue eyes showed that she was determined to continue. Determined to, if not win, at least break even. This was a duel of flesh that she was unwilling to end up on the bottom of... at least, figuratively.
Wrapping one leg around Vera’s waist, Bastila reached the other around the stranger’s opposite leg, planting her foot and getting as stable a position as possible, granting herself enough leverage to push forward, grinding her pussy up and against the black-haired beauty’s. The pang of ensuing pleasure was almost too much to bear, but the trembling numbess of her recent orgasm let her push through it, let her lock eyes with Vera and rock against her, sliding her wetness up forcefully against the woman who’d tried to ‘rescue’ her. And, from the way Vera shuddered with excitement, the way her eyes fluttered, the way she bit her lip -- Bastila did seem to have seized the upper hand.
Vera let out a hiss of ecstasy as a warm flutter flooded her body, beginning from her lower belly and blossoming throughout every inch of her. Still reeling from Bastila’s eager licking and fingering, her own climax hadn’t been far away in the first place; now, with this new rush of delectation, she felt ready to explode. Her gaze flickered down from Bastila’s hungrily staring eyes down to her round tits, bouncing hypnotically with each forward thrust of her hips, and soon all Vera could think to do was to thrust back, to ram her wet cunt into the jedi’s again and again, interlocked with her. She kept going and going, the wet slapping sounds of their union and hot, breathy moans echoing off the hollow hallways of the Vulkars’ swoop hideout, until her pleasure, like Bastila’s, finally boiled over.
With one last roar of passion, Vera lunged forward, wrapping both arms around Bastila while keeping her legs locked, both pairs of lush tits mashing into one another as Vera stole a long, deep kiss, her tongue swerving and tangling with the other woman’s, saliva dripping between them as Vera reached her climax. She shook, shuddered and rocked, never breaking contact or her long embrace, skin to sweat-soaked skin as the two bonded, both in Force and flesh.
It felt like a long moment, for both women, before the moaning and panting eased to a level where either could speak, still tangled in each other’s arms, using one another’s bodies as a careful contraption of supporting limbs to keep them both sitting up. “Well... I’m certainly... glad I saved you...” Vera panted, eyes fluttering shut for a long moment as she nibbled and kissed at the corner of Bastila’s mouth.
“Not this again,” came the exhausted reply, though this time it carried with it a slight chuckle.
“You know, if I can get the kid and the wookiee to fuck off to one of the cantinas for a bit...” Vera grinned, pawing lightly at the jedi’s breast. “I have an apartment in the Upper City we could go back to.”
Bastila licked her lips. “I think I quite enjoy that idea... Vera.”
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