Exile Adventures | By : BimbleWimble Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 19380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I've decided that I prefer to use a third person POV for this story, as I find it hard to convey all the information I want from a first person POV. The Borna Lys and Ratrin Vhek chapters may receive a re-write, but for now I'll leave them as is.
“I’ve taken care of the Exchange.”
The Exile suppressed a grimace as Jana Lorso ignored her for several seconds, tapping some input into her computer panel. It was a clear message as to who was in control here, and she couldn’t be more wrong. Meetra’s blood was up, her senses hyper aware of every detail around her following the high of killing of Slusk and then Luxa. Her eyes traced Lorso’s form from across the desk, taking in the way that the Mirialan’s blue outfit accentuated the curves of her slight body. The Czerka boss finally looked up, her deep blue eyes meeting Surik’s own green ones.
“Good. I’ll be sure to send some of my men in to make sure they don’t have the opportunity to reorganise. You’ve done well.”
Condescending bitch.
“I have fulfilled my end of the bargain, it is time for you to uphold yours.”
Lorso seemed to hesitate for a moment, then thought better of it. She drew herself up.
“Yes of course. I will provide a shuttle for you to land on the planet’s surface as per our agreement.” The shuttle will be arriving shortly in docking bay three, dock module one-two-six. I have informed bay control that you are on your way. Again, Czerka thanks you for your help, and hopes that we may continue our working relationship in the future.”
Oh, no. Meetra decided, her cock beginning to stir. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.
“After all the trouble I went through to save you from your own mercenaries, I think I deserve a little something extra.” Meetra explained, stepping around and behind Lorso’s desk, her green eyes wandering over Lorso’s body. The Mirialan appeared flustered, a faint flush working its way up her pale yellow neck. She didn’t turn her head to follow the Exile, her gaze alternating between the door and the growing tent in Meetra’s pants. Despite her apprehension, her voice remained steady and professional.
“Of course. What do you have in mind?”
Meetra moved in close behind Lorso, hands alighting on her shoulders and her breath hot as she whispered in her ear.
“Lock the door and I’ll show you.”
A tremor ran through Lorso’s body, but she still made no sound. Her hand slowly moved to the computer panel, hovering between the door controls and the silent alarm. Meetra tightened her grip a fraction, just to show she had noticed. “None of that now. Lock the door and I’ll show you just how much we can take our working relationship to the next level—“
Lorso’s hand slammed down on the door controls and the reinforced office doors snapped shut, leaving the two alone with the humming of the mainframe from the next room.
“Good,” Meetra whispered, working sultry undertones into her voice. “Now tell the shuttle pilot that I am going to be late, and to wait for me.”
“I can’t-” The Mirialan’s protestation was cut off by a moan when Meetra cupped her breasts through the fabric of her Telosian-styled outfit, taking one of her earlobes in between her front teeth and gently biting. Lorso’s head lolled back, resting on the Exile’s shoulder and bracing her hands on either side of the desk for support. Meetra’s right hand moved lower, tracing a path down Lorso’s stomach and snaking its way into her pants. The Czerka clerk trembled and moaned as Meetra pressed their bodies together from behind and sought out Lorso’s heat, teasing her clit and drawing out a series of soft curses.
Meetra’s manhood was straining against the leggings of her combat suit, demanding satisfaction right now. She roughly pushed Lorso forward into the desk and the Mirialan groaned, stripping out of her pants and kicking them to the side before presenting her rear to the Exile. She let her combat suit fall to the floor and shimmied out of the skin-tight body sleeve, letting her cock spring free, its heavy weight resting in the gap of Lorso’s perfect ass. She took a moment to drink in the sensations she was feeling – the cool air playing across her hardening nipples, the heat the heart shaped ass beneath her cock, the heavy and irregular breathing of Jana Lorso.
She unclasped the Czerka boss’ bra from behind, letting it fall to the floor. She bent over the smaller woman, thrusting two fingers to her lips with a simple command.
“Suck. Get them nice and wet for me.”
The Mirialan enthusiastically complied, running her tongue up and down the digits, taking them in her hot mouth and coating them with her saliva as the Exile slowly thrust her member through her cheeks. She was as hard as durasteel, she needed to fuck Lorso now. Meetra withdrew the fingers, putting them to work massaging the Mirialan’s glistening snatch until it the woman was practically dripping for her. Judging her to be ready, Meetra took her cock in hand and lined herself up with the businesswoman’s snatch, gripping a shoulder with her free hand to steady herself.
She thrust forward slowly, savouring the sensation of Lorso’s tight walls pressing in on her meat as she forced her way in, inch by inch. She grunted as she bottomed out, the Mirialan’s pussy stretched wide by her girth for a short time until she began to pull out with agonising slowness, noticing her rod already glistening with juices and ignoring the whimpered pleas from below her. She was in charge here, and she would take her pleasure how she would. She bent over Lorso and whispered in her ear.
“What do you want me to do, Jana?” The normally haughty and reserved administrator gasped, keeping her eyes aimed at the ground as she mumbled something too quiet to hear. Meetra tweaked a nipple and kissed a trail from the base of her neck back up to her ear. “Louder, bitch. I can’t hear you.”
“I want you to fuck me! I want-” Lorso’s pleas dribbled off into unintelligible muttering as Meetra rammed her cock back home, slamming their hips together with almost bruising force. For minutes, neither of them spoke a word and the sound of slapping flesh and feminine grunts and moans echoed throughout the office. Meetra lost herself in the sensation of her breasts rubbing against Lorso’s sweat-slicked back and the slick heat enveloping her pole and the way the Mirialan’s gasps and squeaks sent shivers straight to her cock and—
Lorso shrieked and her whole body shuddered, her legs nearly giving way and her pussy clamping down on Meetra’s thick cock as she came hard. She turned her head and sought out Meetra’s lips for a deep kiss. The movement of Meetra’s hips slowed to a crawl, lodging her member deep inside the smaller woman as her tongue slid forward into Lorso’s mouth, questing and probing and tasting. After several minutes Meetra broke off contact, her cheeks flushed with arousal and her breathing heavy. Every vein in her body was on fire, every fibre of every muscle screaming for more. Lorso visibly collected herself to say something, but Meetra cut her off by pulling away and straightening up, placing both hands on the administrator’s ass and resuming her conquest, her cock ramming back into the Mirialan’s well stretched hole as fast and hard as she could manage. Lorso let out a whimper, her eyes rolling back into her head as she was fucked senseless, her ass rippling with every meeting of their hips.
Meetra felt it all too quickly – a tightening in her lower belly, a stirring in her balls that announced her impending orgasm. She quickened her pace, her balls slapping against the Mirialan’s sweat-sheened thighs until she rammed herself in all the way to the hilt, her balls heaving and her cock pumping as she came hard into Lorso’s pussy, filling the haughty administrator with her seed until it dribbled out of her plugged entrance around her cock. Meetra threw her head back and sighed in absolute contentment, now completely relaxed after the stress of the confrontations with Slusk and the mercenaries had been drained into the woman shuddering beneath her.
She pulled out of Lorso with a wet squelch, releasing a torrent of trapped cum that snaked down a pale yellow thigh to pool on the floor as the Czerka boss’ legs gave out and she fell to a sitting position against her desk, now face to face with Meetra’s softening manhood, still covered in Meetra’s cum and Lorso’s own lubrications. A drop of sweat gathered at the base of the Exile’s hairless scrotum, drawing the Mirialan’s gaze. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, entranced.
“Clean it.” Lorso didn’t hesitate for even a second, running her tongue from the base of Meetra’s balls to the tip of her cock, taking tender care as she spent the next few minutes thoroughly cleaning every inch of the Exile’s member. Once finished she sat back, meeting the Exile’s eyes and not knowing if she sought Meetra’s approval or just another instruction. She would get neither.
Meetra padded to the skin-tight body sleeve of her combat suit, pulling it up to her neck and fastening before pulling on the vest, and running a hand through her fiery red hair. Lorso remained wordless, sitting naked in a pool of bodily fluids behind her desk as Meetra made her way to the door, pausing on her way out for a parting quip.
“Thank you. I hope to continue our ‘working relationship’ in the future.” The doors hissed shut behind her before Lorso could respond.
Meetra made her way out of the Exchange offices with a new spring in her step. The confusion of the last few weeks was behind her and she had a solid lead on the disappearance of the Ebon Hawk. She opened a comm channel to Atton.
“Mr. Rand, meet me at dock module one-two-six, docking bay three. Bring Kreia. It’s time to find out who stole my ship."
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