Green-Eyed Killa

I don't own star wars.

"Please hurry!" the older chiss woman pleaded as the imperial tax officer thrus into her from behind. She moaned desperately as he pinned her to the hallway wall, piercing her deep with his imperial cock. "My daughter will be home soon!"

"You haven't paid nearly enough of your taxes yet!" he said cruelly, "This is what you get for getting behind!"

"Oh gods its so big in my pussy!" she whined erotically, as he thrust harder inside her. "Please I couldn't afford it!" she whimpered.

"Couldn't afford it? This pussy is worth at least a thousand credits." He scowled, smacking her ass as he kept thrusting, grabbing her hips as he growled, "Here's your deposit! Here it cums!"

"No! not inside!" she whined, but he didn't listen, pressing a hand to her head and holding her to the wall he released deep into her tight pussy. She gasped, her eyes widening at the camera as he filled her.

"Fuck yeah… a few more deposits like that and you'll be all paid up…" he said cruelly smacking her rear again.

"No…" she moaned, as he began moving once, grabbing her hair as he tugged making her gasp in a light pain, "Please not inside me…"

"Shut up." He said abruptly, slamming away at her as she moaned yelping as he yanked and jerked her hair.

"Mom I'm home!" came a voice as the camera turned to see a girl dressed as a schoolgirl, but clearly she wasn't an actual schoolgirl. she was covered in tattoos and had a mowhawk. But at least she was a chiss like the mother…

"…They could've found someone better to play her." Nike said as I wrapped my arms around her, lying in bed and watching the holo-girl vid as the 'imperial tax collecter' approached the schoolgirl. "I used to work with her at the jewel, she is NOT a schoolgirl…" she purred with laughter as I rubbed her fur. The 'schoolgirl' dropped to her knees ridiculously quickly as she opened her mouth to begin her blowjob scene.

"Hmmn…" I mumbled contentedly, burying my face into Nike soft satin fur as she turned to look at me.

"Come on Roland…" she laughed, "How can you cuddle in the middle of porn?" she noted as the 'mother' dropped next to her 'daughter' and they began 'fighting' to suck him until he contented himself into 'forcing' them to share.

I looked into her ruby-colored eyes, then shrugged, returning to my cuddling. She rolled in my embrace, facing me now as my ears pressed against her chest, and she purred. Feeling it rile my loins up against her leg. "You know Roland…" she cooed, looking at the screen. "I can do that too…" she purred as the 'schoolgirl' deepthroated the 'imperial'. Holding her face as she gazed up at him with watery eyes. "…Want me to show you?" she licked her lips intently, watching my face.

Well if she wanted to play I would agree to it.

I rolled her onto her back as she yelped with a laugh, "Roland!" she purred happily, feeling my lips suddenly silence her as I pressed ours tightly together. We moaned at each other's taste for a moment… then I pulled away.

"…I like your lips right there…" I said, squeezing her breasts and returning for another kiss as she giggled… but then gasped as I prodded her pussy.

"No wait. Roland in my…" she tried to get the words out but gasped again in surprise as I pushed deep into her pussy. "Oh kark…" she moaned, suddenly twitching against my body as I pressed down onto her. "Roland my ass…" she pleaded desperately. I took her hands and held them above her head, pinning them to the headboard. If she wanted me to stop she could easily do it.

"This one is better…" I moaned, kissing her again as I filled with her clitoris. She didn't resist or fight, accepting my lips again as I steadily moved in and out of her perfect body. "I need it…" I whined childishly as she rolled her eyes, still moaning as I continued to thrust. Staring into my eyes as I stared back hypnotized. "I love it. It's so tight and warm. And it fits me like a glove…" she squeezed my length, gasping for breath as she came a little.

"You made it that way…" she whined as well, "Oh Force I feel so full…" she whimpered, her pussy pulsating around my length pulling me deeper as she kept her body prone and submissive, "Take what you want… take it!" she tightened, thrusting her hips up to meet me as I sped up, "Oh force I'm cumming!" she screamed as I buried myself to the hilt, firing my release into her as she screamed he orgasm. I kissed her, and her arms immediately broke from my grip and wrapped around my pulling me deeper.

"You… bad boy…" she moaned between kisses, "I wanted it in my ass…"

"I love your pussy more…" I replied as she groaned rather reluctantly.

"…You're lucky I like to spoil you…" she mumbled, her furry legs rubbing against mine as she held me tight.

"Here it cums slut! Here it cums!" roared the 'imperial' as he gripped the 'schoolgirl' by the mowhawk and steadily moved her gagging sloppy throat up and down his length as the 'mother' watched 'helplessly'. "Cumming!" she roared like a wookiee and pulled her all the way down as she gagged and saliva vomited around his cock, her make-up running eyes looked upwards as her held her down on his length. She struggled instinctively, but he held her firmly by the hair and back of the head, growling like an animal as his balls throbbed against her chin. "Get on it! Get on it!" he snarled, blissfully, thrusting his hips against her face as she whimpered.

"Sure you don't want to use me like that?" Nike laughed.

I shook my head, "I don't want to use you for anything…" I said honestly, she stared at me curiously for a moment, then smiled affectionately.

"…Let me up." She said kindly and I did, she crawled on her hands and knees, facing away and watching as the 'Imperial' pulled violently out of the 'schoolgirl's' mouth and slapped her face hard with his flaccid cock. Nike looked over her shoulder at me, shaking her hips and smiling.

"This time… in my ass." She said softly, and I wasn't one to deny her. I crawled up behind her, stroked her furry hips, and slowly spread her ass open as she twitched and quivered. "That's it…" she moaned, as the 'Imperial' took the 'mother' and shoved her down, forcing her own ass into the air as I pushed deeper into Nike's. "You might like my pussy…" she cooed, looking into my eyes with a passionate fire to them, "But I love it when you're in my ass…" she declared, tightening wonderfully around me as she moaned. "So full…" she cooed as I began thrusting and the 'Imperial' penetrated the 'mother. "You make me feel so full."

"Go deeper." She whined as I stroked my cock inside her, "Go as deep as you can… make my ass remember your shape…" she cooed, panting as the pleasure built in her body. Moaning softly as my cock familiarized itself once again inside her tight ass. "If you don't fuck my ass regularly I feel lonely…" she whined adorably, looking at me over her shoulder pleadingly. "You don't want me to feel lonely do you?"

I dropped onto her, thrusting rigorously as her ass held up high and her tits pressed to the bed, purring wonderfully as she watched me. Her ruby eyes pierced into mine as she silently begged for more. And I gave her more.

I wrapped my arms around her, under and above her breasts as I pulled her upright, pulling her against my body as I continued to fuck her ass. Her head rested on my shoulder as she screamed her pleasure, my arms pressing her breasts tightly together holding them in place as they jiggle. I kissed her cheeks as I felt her cum, screaming he happiness as the orgasm tore through her body. I lowered my arm to her waist, and pulled her back against me. And roared my own release.

"I love it!" she shrieked, feeling my seed rush deep into her gut. "I love your cock inside me!" suddenly I found myself on my back as she pinned me to the bed, desperately kissing me as she lied on top of me. "Stay right there…" she cooed, feeling my cock fire its last load for the evening. "Stay inside me…" our tongues thrashed together as she moaned. Just as the 'Imperial' finished the scene and blasted his load over the two, obviously non-related, Chiss.

Making the 'Schoolgirl' lick his filthy length he grabbed the 'mother' by the hair, "I'll be back tomorrow for another deposit…" he laughed as the camera focused on the look of despair on her face before fading to black. I stopped the vid, Nike grumbled.

"Hey, it wasn't done… Mal'Kiss gets gangbanged in the next scene…" she said, apparently referring to the 'schoolgirl'.

"Hmmm…" I mumbled, wrapping my arms tightly around her as she purred on top of me, feeling me rub my face against her back. She sighed, rolling her eyes as she relaxed on top of me. And soon we were asleep… She was still purring…

"Hey. Hey, Roland wake up…" my eyes blinked blearily as I awoke in the morning, she was still on top of me. I was still inside her. I mumbled, closing my eyes again.

"Hey!" she laughed, but then felt my tightly wrapped arm lower to her pussy and gave it a gentle rub. "Hey!!" she yelped again, slapping my hand scoldingly. "Come on get up. You have to go see Torga…"

"Hmmmn… purr for me…" I mumbled childishly, rubbing my face in her fur.

She did, lovingly. Then she slapped my cheek with a humored smile on her face. "Come on!" we extracted ourselves from each other as I prepared to go see Torga. She watched me get dressed, "…We need to get you armor." She noted, as my shirt dropped over my lean body.

"Armor?" I asked surprised, "…I guess. Shouldn't we just ask Rattletrap?"

"You want to put your life in Traps' hands?" she asked skeptically, she had started calling him that. Something about 'Rattletrap' being too long a name. But he seemed to like it, he hasn't complained.

"O-kay you might have a point…" I said with a shrug, "Anyway I'm going to go see Torga. I should be back soon." She had dressed herself in her jumpsuit and walked out with me.

"I'm going hang out with a few girlfriends. I'll see you when I get back." She replied, patting my shoulder and walking off towards the market as I headed towards the Jewel. I had been 'working' for Torga for about a week now and after the first little event with the scavengers, he's been giving me deliveries and messages, little things that kept me out of danger. And I was okay with that. But we did have to keep coming back to see if he had more work…

"Roland." Came a voice I didn't recognize… but I wanted too. I looked around as my name was repeated. "Roland." A woman, a green twi'lek with eyes like glowing emeralds looked at me. She was breathtakingly gorgeous; she had a face hutts would kill people over. And a voice apparently like velvet dipped in honey. "Roland can you help me with something?" she had a very Ryl accent, and for the life of me I couldn't remember who she was… but I wanted to. She spoke with obvious confidence and a dignified grace that certainly sounded familiar.

"I… sure but… who are…" then she turned more towards me. Her hand suddenly raised up covered in an armored glove as it clasped my face. I recognized three, tally-like scars on her lekku. And it hit me about the same time as the electrical voltage from her glove…

…Ow… My head roared angrily at me as my eyes began to focus. Opening them up slowly I tried to rub the weariness from them but found my hands bound tightly above my head. I was hanging slightly off the ground, bound by restraints. "…What? What happened?" I looked around, I was on a ship but it was one I didn't recognize. It was also partly covered with dozens of green tally marks, and one odd gash in the middle of a collection of them. There was a wall of weapons; knives, blasters, other various gadgets like bolas and darts… and a small worn cot in the corner… kind of sad really.

Then she appeared, entering the room from a small cockpit. I managed to glance a planet out the window. A large green thing with a massive lake, making it look like a giant eyeball. I didn't recognize it. She stared at me with her green eyes, now dressed in her proper attire: her powersuit. Examining her facial features now that she was completely facing me I saw her rather unique x-shaped scar on her right cheek. It did nothing to mar her striking features in the least. So now I was captured by a badass, and beautiful bounty hunter… Dad would say something cool and clever. Say something cool and clever.

"…You have pretty eyes." I said almost immediately.

…Not quite there yet. I'll work on it.

But it did manage to catch her briefly off guard, staring at me curiously before shaking her head. "I suppose we haven't been properly introduced. I am Green-Eyed Killa." She said absently. "Thank you for agreeing to help me."

"You knocked me out!" I said indignantly. "What did you even hit me with!?"

"Electrical gauntlet." She replied, flexing her gloved fingers. "It cost me a fortune with Short-Round's clan… Although it takes forever to charge back up. I imagine they cheated me on the cost."

"Okay. You knocked me out!" I repeated, getting her attention again.

"Well, you wouldn't agree if I told you why I needed help. I need you to be bait." She said calmly, approaching her wall of weapons.

"Bait? For what?!" I asked.

"…For Blackjaw Gryst." She replied.

"…Who?" I asked indignantly, and she dropped a knife from the wall, turning to me looking legitimately surprised.

"…Blackjaw Gryst? The Galaxy's greatest bounty hunter? Four-time champion of the Hunter's Gathering?!" she approached me, her accent only making her sound more adorable as her frustration built. "You father's arch-enemy?!"

"…Pretty sure my father's arch-enemy is my Grandmother…" I said slowly, but honestly, I was too distracted by her eyes.

She glared at me but shook her head. "Never mind. I just need you to rile him up. His grudge against your father will fuel his fury."

"And why do we want that?" I asked indignantly.

"…Because when I fight him in the arena I want him at his peak, at his best."

"Okay… I think I've been left out of a few things." I said, "Why?"

"Because he wants to die in battle and I'm going to help him." She replied, turning back to her weapons. "…He's become little more than a sideshow. No challenges, no real glory… He WANTS this…" she looked over her shoulder. "And since no one has seen the only man to beat him in combat in years. That leaves me, and his son."

"Okay first: you could have asked! Second: I'm not cut out for fights to the death!"

"You are a warrior." She said, suddenly she was holding my mom's extending sword in her hands. "I saw it in your eyes on Nar Shaddaa when your sister was missing."

"Yeah! Because she was in trouble!" I replied.

"Yes. But you still were one." She turned to face me, approaching me again as the ship began to rumble. "You have fire in your eyes." She gazed into mine and for a moment I was lost in them. They seemed to shine and glow with an unnatural light. "…I only need you to be on the field with me. To get him to focus. I will face Blackjaw." The extended sword attached to her armor by magnets, "…And I promise I will return you to your ship."

I sighed, still gazing into her eyes. It's not like I had a choice… and her eyes were really pretty. "…Not like I have a choice, right?"

"No. But I intend to keep my word." She added as we felt the ship stop moving, we had landed, and she lifted me from the wall onto her shoulder, grabbing her mask and letting it modulate her voice as she put it on. "Besides… while I might enjoy clashing with your sister if she came after me in revenge. I would also enjoy facing you…"

"Well I'm flattered…" I mumbled.

"…You should be." She said… and if I could see her face I could imagine her smiling as we made our way through a ramshackle town towards a massive stone arena.

"Was that a joke?" I asked as many people stared at her.

" I am being perfectly serious." She replied, "Our first meeting was a bad impression…"

"You were trying to collect a bounty on me. One I didn't even know I had…" I replied coolly as she easily carried me to the arena, let in by a few guards.

"That was business. Nothing personal…" she replied coolly, tossing me onto an elevator as we made our way up several floors… as we reached the top she led me out into a hallway filled with scantly cladded… clowns, really. Sexy clowns… which didn't sound right in my head. And I couldn't figure out why until we entered a large office with essentially a 'sexy ringmaster' with her hands resting on her chin as she stared at the door.

"Ohh… Hello there…" she smiled, not getting up as she stared at Killa and me respectively. Then clearing her throat, she looked down beneath her desk. "…That's enough for now sugar I have guests." A tall zeltron female 'clown' casually rose from the desk and carefully licked her fingers as she strutted out of the office.

"Green-Eyed Killa…" the woman cooed, letting her fingers brush the desk as she approached us. "And… a very handsome boy-toy. I didn't know you had it in you. And to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I've come to play a game with your champion, Candi." Killa said coolly. "To the death."

Candi's painted face stretched into an almost orgasmic grin. "Oooh… you know just what to say!" she then brushed my shoulder. "And such a pretty offering you've brought me." She smiled seductively at me, "…What's your name sugar?"

"He's not an offering he's a player…" Killa said firmly, and Candi visually pouted.

"…Now that's just a shame." She sighed, but shrugged dismissively "Ah Well. What game do you want to play?"

"Save the damsel." Killa said coolly, "With Blackjaw as the beast."

"Wait, I'm the damsel!?" I said, suddenly realizing the implications of what was happening. And with the exception of Candi giggling at my cry of displeasure, they thoroughly ignored me.

"…I like it." Candi cooed, strutting back to her desk, her wide shapely hips swaying exaggeratedly and putting her heeled-booted feet up onto the desk as she sat down, and gazing lustfully at us. "A kind of... gender reversal! The crowd will love it… How does tomorrow sound?"

"As soon as possible." Said Killa and grabbed me, dragging me out again. "And I mean that…"

"I'll send a messenger once the tickets are selling!" she cried happily, "And I'll arrange your usual room for you and your friend… unless of course." She licked her lips, "You'd like to let me show him a good time?"

"No." Killa replied bluntly.

"…Well, we'll see…" she said cheerfully, slowly stroking her thigh as we left. "Maybe he'll still be useful."

And we took the elevator again to a slightly lower, but not bottom, level, leading me to one of the many, many apartments of the arena. She tossed me onto the bed and began to pace, I watched her for a moment before sighing. "…Should I be concerned?"

"Yes, most certainly." She replied casually, "…Blackjaw Gryst will be-" she looked at me seriously, "-and is, A Monster."

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