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Exile Adventures	By : BimbleWimble Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 19379 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This fiction focuses on a darksided futa!Exile as she makes her way across the galaxy, with a focus on minor characters as well as the party member NPCs. It's my first fiction, so please leave feedback if you enjoy it so I know what works and what doesn't.

“All right, I’ll come by when I can.”

“That is all I can ask.” Lorso’s warm smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, but that sexy voice was making Meetra’s cock twitch underneath the plain civilian clothing the TSF had provided for the duration of their house arrest. Shit, she needed to get laid. Sitting around and grasping at the faint echoes of the Force at the edges of her perceptions wasn’t getting her anywhere. Meetra’s eyes performed a quick sweep of the apartment – Atton was asleep, Kreia meditating. There wouldn’t be any issues then.

Meetra padded from the communications console to the door panel, opening a channel to the matching console on the outside.

“Excuse me Officer, may I have a moment of your time? I want to ask some questions regarding the duration of our stay here.” The screen flickered and the image of the male Ensign manning the door materialised, to Meetra’s disappointment.

“Miss, I was under the impression that the Lieutenant would have-” The ensign was cut off as a hand came to rest on his shoulder, gently pushing him out of the frame to be replaced by the much more welcome sight of TSF Lieutenant Yima. She was a human female of medium build, her pretty face framed by shoulder length blonde hair which complemented her deep blue eyes.

“I’ll handle this, Ensign. You are relieved.” Echoing footsteps announced the Ensign’s departure and Yima bit her lip, her blue eyes mischievous as she continued. “I will be happy to personally allay any concerns you may have as to the nature of your house arrest, Miss Surik.”

“That would be… most pleasant, Lieutenant.”

Meetra killed the feed, moving through to the bedroom that she had claimed for herself. In the first week after their incarceration by the TSF, Meetra had caught Yima eyeing her ass as she was turned away. She had struck up a conversation and within a few days, the TSF Lieutenant was volunteering for the usually unpopular guard duty. Her superiors didn’t question it, but they would likely frown the fact that Yima had been fucking one of the detainees that she was supposed to be guarding for the past several weeks.

The bedroom door admitted the Exile and hissed shut as she pulled the plain top over her head and unclasped her bra, freeing her large breasts and hardening nipples into Citadel Station’s cool air. She shimmied out of her pants and underwear, letting her stiffening prick out to rest in her palm. Now completely naked, Meetra lay back on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge, gently stroking her manhood and waiting patiently for her prize.

She didn’t have to wait long. The bedroom door slid open, admitting Lieutenant Yima. The TSF officer cut a striking figure even in full uniform, the neutral grey and blue tones of which emphasised her slim body. Yima removed her helmet and set it down near the control panel, calmly sealing the door behind her. She faced the Exile, licking her lips and tracing down the Exile’s toned body before coming to rest on Meetra’s nine inch cock. Meetra enjoyed exercising the power that her cock seemed to give her. For whatever reason, people just seemed drawn to her. Perhaps it was her natural charisma, or maybe most just like dick more than they care to admit?

Advancing and shedding her own clothes, the TSF officer questioned her in a mock serious voice. “So, Miss Surik, what seems to be the problem with your accommodations? I assure you, the TSF has been most generous in providing an apartment with separate bedrooms as it is.” She came to rest on her knees at the foot of the bed between Meetra’s thighs and was treated to a perfect view of Meetra’s throbbing manhood and tight winking asshole.

Meetra propped herself up on one elbow and nodded.

“The bedrooms are fine, but they’re just a little too quiet for me.” Meetra groaned as Yima grasped her cock delicately in one hand, slowly stroking it to full hardness and meeting Meetra’s eyes.

“I think I know just what to do about that.” Meetra’s groans intensified as Yima started stroking faster and took one of the Exile’s large balls into her mouth, taking in the smooth texture and musky scent of the beautiful treat she was presented with. A dribble of pre-cum worked its way from Meetra’s tip and Yima stopped her rhythmic stroking, licking Meetra’s tool from base to tip and catching every drop of the Exile’s delicious clear pre-cum as it snaked its way down the thick shaft. She took the rubbery tip into her mouth and slowly moved downwards, forcing more and more of the rod down her throat. Meetra moaned softly, one hand fondling one of her large breasts and the other resting on the top of Yima’s head, gently pressuring the TSF officer to take more of her cock.

The Telosian’s hot mouth felt like heaven as she bottomed out on Meetra’s cock, her cheeks suctioning the shaft and her lips kissing the Exile’s base. Meetra held her there, savouring the sensation of Yima’s throat enveloping all nine inches of her meat as the other woman’s eyes began to water. When Yima’s breathing became laboured and her eyes lost focus, Meetra relented, pulling the Telosian off her cock and allowing her a brief respite. The Lieutenant gasped with relief and heaved a deep breath. Ropes of spit, clear pre-cum and other fluids dragged deep within Yima’s throat remained to connect her to Meetra’s huge cock. The Telosian’s eyes were bright and a smile tugged at her lips, she was enjoying this every bit as much as Meetra was. Yima took Meetra’s cock back into her mouth, fondling the Exile’s balls and slurping as she bobbed her head up and down, driven by some primal that need she couldn’t explain to satisfy the woman in front of her. She grunted as Meetra suddenly held her in in place thrusting her hips upwards to hilt herself again and again as she fucked the Telosian’s throat. Throwing her head back and losing herself in the sensation, Meetra almost didn’t notice that she was rapidly approaching orgasm. She continued thrusting down Yima’s mouth, warning the other woman over the glurk glurk of their joining.

“Yima, I’m close…”

Yima responded immediately, removing Meetra’s hands from the back of her head and slowly removing her head from Meetra’s cock as if she was sorry to see it leave her throat. The head popped free, standing tall in front of her face, covered in spit and dribbling a constant stream of syrupy pre-cum as Yima continued to tease Meetra’s balls with her fingers, making the detainee moan.

“Oh no you don’t. First you’re going to give me what I want.” Meetra watched as Yima rose, climbing onto the bed and straddling her hips, her cock pressing into the cleft of the Lieutenant’s toned ass, developed from years of drills and training. The Lieutenant leaned down, her breasts pressing against Meetra’s larger pair and kissing the Exile deeply, sharing some of the fluids that coated Meetra’s cock, which was by now impatiently thrusting through the valley of Yima’s ass.

Yima tutted, but wasted no time in raising her hips, stabilising herself with one hand on Meetra’s breast and using the other to guide the Exile’s nine-inch cock into position. Yima gasped and groaned as she impaled herself on Meetra’s prick, the Exile’s considerable girth stretching her to her limit as she sank down to the hilt.

Meetra moaned and grasped at Yima’s breasts before alighting her hands on the Lieutenant’s hips, not having to exert any effort at the Telosian set a slow pace, drawing herself almost completely off Meetra’s dick before sinking back onto the nine inch length. She leaned in, pressing their sweat-slicked breasts together and initiating another deep kiss, each woman exploring the by now familiar mouth of the other. Meetra began thrusting her hips upwards, gently at first and in time with Yima’s movements, filling the Telosian completely with each thrust. She slowly increased the power of her thrusts to a near bruising force, all rhythm forgotten as she shoved as much of her cock into the Lieutenant as she could.

Yima’s thighs began to quake, signalling an imminent orgasm. Meetra pulled her face to her own, silencing the Telosian’s cries with her mouth as the other woman’s pussy contracted around her cock, squeezing hard as she came. Meetra rode it out, slowing down to meet Yima’s eyes. They were unfocused, the woman lost in pleasure. She’d had her fun, now it was Meetra’s turn.

Meetra hooked one strong arm under Yima’s thigh and reversed their positions, with Yima lying on her side and herself straddling one leg. Hooking one leg over her shoulder, Meetra lined herself up with Yima’s soaking pussy, hilting herself in one quick movement and silencing the other woman’s cry by stuffing her fingers into her mouth. Not wasting any time, Meetra fucked the Lieutenant as hard and fast as she could, each thrust slapping her large ballsack into the Telosian’s ass. She drew two more orgasms from Yima before she reached the point of no return. With one last impact, Meetra drew their hips together and came hard, both of them panting and moaning as the Exile spilled thick streams of cum into Yima until it spilled out from around her shaft, leaking down her balls and Yima’s ass to pool on the sheets.

Meetra withdrew from Yima’s pussy, quickly forcing the woman flat onto her back and quickly straddling her chest. Stroking her turgid shaft furiously, Meetra let out a loud groan and came again, spurting several thick loads to land on Yima’s face and in her open mouth.

Collapsing at Yima’s side, the two women spent a minute panting, breasts heaving and cheeks flushed, revelling in the post-orgasmic bliss. Meetra recovered first, turning to face Yima.

“That was… a satisfying solution to my problem, Lieutenant. But I do have another enquiry.”

The action of turning brought Meetra’s softening prick into contact with Yima’s sweat-sheened thigh, still covered in Meetra’s cum and Yima’s juices. Without hesitating, Yima bent down and took the scrotum into her mouth again, running her tongue lovingly along the surface and up and down Meetra’s shaft. When all evidence of their love making had been swallowed, Meetra captured the Lieutenant’s mouth for one last kiss.

“Command will be expecting me.” Yima said. Maintaining the mock-serious voice, she added “If you have any additional enquiries, Miss Surik, don’t hesitate to call. I will always make time for you.”

“I’m sure I will, Lieutenant.”

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The trio stood in their apartment, assessing their options. With the Ebon Hawk stolen, they now had no way to leave the system. They had been held here for nearly one standard month, there was no telling how close to finding them the Sith were.

‘First thing’s first, I’ll need a ship’. Meetra thought. She knew just how to get one, too. She opened a communications channel to Czerka’s offices.

“Put me through to Jana Lorso.”

I recently started a new playthrough and realised that there were a couple of interesting minor characters that I had missed leading up to Nar Shaddaa. I plan to add in one more chapter prior to this, while the Exile is still on board the Harbinger. Next will be Luxa, and that should be all for Telos.

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