Capítulo 1: The First Encounter
Hello. My name is Snowwolf35, and I wrote Aiden the Bounty Hunter. But you might know it as Star Wars Galactic Sex Adventures. Because someone named Hellmin stole it.
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Let me start off slow. I'm pure human: I was born on Dromund Kaas ages ago to a 'good family' of loyal imperials. I was raised to believe that humans were better and aliens were lesser, barely even worth tolerating or paying attention to. My Mother told me that, my father, before he took a Wookie bolt-caster round to the face, told me that. My older sisters, both high-level imperial admirals. told me that when they shot half a dozen republic bothans in the face.
But between you and me? I never believed it. I just noticed too many things. There was just something a little more… superior… about certain sentients. You don't have to be a member of the republic to appreciate the allure of a twi'lek woman shaking her ass in a bar… Smiling just a little more at the human, virgin boy who gave her just a little more credits than his academy buddies. Or just how sexy and voluptuous that Chiss secretary who worked outside the academy administers office is. Who's neckline just went a little lower to show just how attentive a man can be too large azure bluebreasts. Although to be fair I knew already that she was one of the cipher agents, so I didn't really strike up a conversation with her after she hauled away the administrator.
Or when your roommate tried to hide that Cathar porn holo-vid under his bed, and you stole it before the 'dorm troopers' raided your room. You'd have to be a eunuch not to appreciate the obviously 'modified' Cathar girl in the collar taking as many 'imperial' dicks as she could before she passed out from pleasure and was saved by the apparently well-hung 'rebel' wookiee and proceeded to show her appreciation just as enthusiastically.
And it all came to a head when out on my very first patrol alone. I met a togruta woman; her face was a beautiful scarlet painted with blue stripes and her white lekku was decorated with golden trinkets, her lips were puffy just perfect for kissing and they matched her skin exactly. Her body, dressed in long pants and a smugglers jacket was just as amazing as any bar twi'lek and more natural than the cathar girl on the vid, her clothes naturally hugging those otherworldly curves in all the right ways that made me fidget in my shiny new trooper armor... I knew immediately she wasn't just any desperate alien on Dromund Kaas, she was obviously a republic spy and a damn good one too. I could smell the blaster smoke on her and see how badly she was trying to get in the nearby apartment rooms…
She looked at me… and I had her dead to rights, not even my 'storm trooper' training would miss at that distance and she knew she couldn't reach for her gun before she took a hot blaster bolt to the face I had thought. But with that thought… that thought had given me an idea… it would've been a waste to hand her over to the patrol as I heard the speeders approaching. I frowned under my helmet and she began to look just a little more terrified as the sirens became louder… stories of rebels caught on Dromund Kaas do not end well.
And she was just too damn beautiful…
"Hands on your head." I commanded firmly, and she obeyed. "Turn around." And she did. I groaned softly in my helmet as I saw her backside. It was just the kind of ass you wanted to slap and watch jiggle… it was so round and it bulged in her too tight for her pants. I wondered how did she ever find clothes that fit her…
I took her blaster pistol from the holster at her waist before patting her down. I have to admit, I patted just a little harder around her ass, watching intently to see if it would wiggle from the patting. Unfortunately, the very thing that made it so appealing was also denying me my desires… finally I shoved her against the door, imagining to my delight how her large breasts pressed against the cold metal. She groaned uncomfortably as I pulled my master unlock scanner and opened the door, it slid open with a pneumatic hiss and with a surprised yelp she landed hard onto the floor just as it closed behind her. I got a quick look at her confused face as the door shut…
Then as I secured the door again. I deposited the blaster pistol into a nearby decorative plant and waited for the troopers to arrive. I was always a convincing guy, and I easily persuaded the squad leader that I had been patrolling the apartment halls all day and nobody had arrived. Lucky for me, and probably to the spy planning ahead. The building was practically empty on the lower floors where we were. Soon enough they had continued their search, leaving me to my… ideas…
After a few minute,s I opened the door again… and as I expected she tried to attack me. Swinging what looked like a broom at me that slightly banged off my helmet knocking it off. It rattled me I'll admit, but I had two older imperial sisters. You learn close combat a little more efficiently when your sister have to prove themselves…
When the second swing came back around I ducked low and bash her knee with the butt of my blaster rifle, she went down quickly with a yelp and I entered closing the door behind me. I'm not necessarily saying I'm a looker; maybe in my opinion I'm a B+. But my red hair and green eyes seemed to get her to pause long enough so that I could restrain her. Or maybe it was the fact that she caught a stormtrooper without a helmet… suddenly humanizing your enemy has that effect.
I shoved her into the living room, and she tripped and fell over onto the large couch rolling onto the floor and staring at me with utter distaste… it was then it occurred to me that what I was about to do might be immoral. No, it was immoral. Even if she was a spy… And just as suddenly I wasn't exactly in a hurry… you have to understand at this point I was 18, just out of the academy, and placed in some backwater slum on my home planet. I expected to literally be drowning in women on one of my sister's Star Destroyers trying to curry favors with me… Because I was just a little spoiled by Tolara and Kavilla; who were my twin older sisters… and yes, they had green eyes, and red hair like me, but also long legs and gorgeous bodies. They were The Devils of Dromund Kaas.
"What do you want from me trooper?" she spat suddenly, no long waiting for my opinion and planning. "You're not getting anything from me. so just had me over to your spymasters and let's get this shit over with."
My mind worked overtime after that… I didn't want that to be true: her not giving me anything. And as a matter of fact, I didn't like the idea of even handing such a beautiful creature to the spymasters. Finally… I just decided to be a little more diplomatic… and just slightly less loyal to the empire.
"What do you want?" I asked simply, hand on my rifle grip to make sure she didn't suddenly jump out at me again. Clearly, she noticed and frowned before glaring at me again.
"…I want to leave. I want to burn your Empire to the ground. And I want to stop talking to some upstart ginger trooper, who seems too young for this interrogation."
I sniffed indignantly but chuckled at the insult, maybe I didn't have the stomach for interrogation… or the empire. But I had an eye for beauty, and quite frankly I was a little more desperate than cool-headed.
"Your shirt." I said suddenly causing her to jump in surprise. "Take it off."
"Excuse me?!" she was disgusted, she obviously would be, but the sound of my rifle ready to fire got her thinking a little less angrily.
She stared at me like I was shit. And I was. Maybe I still am; but I was young and an asshole, so give me a break. Any red bloody young man (well any young man, some sentients had odd colored blood) in front of this older-woman-vision of beauty would be driven by hormones… and I'm not proud, but I acted on them. So I repeated my command, and far more firmly.
"The shirt…" I repeated, "and the jacket." I added because… well that needed to come off too. She glared at me defiantly, and I have to admit it was hot. I had a thing for strong women. But I was determined to enjoy myself so I had to show her…
I fired a bolt into the floor at her feet. She skipped away with a soft gasp of surprise from her distracting lips. "The shirt!" I repeated the command. "Or I take your corpse to the patrol."
Again; I'm not proud.
Her pilot jacket came off with speed only anger and disgust could provide and she tossed it vehemently onto the couch. Her shirt, black and tight fitting was tucked in at the belt of her pants, and slowly… hesitantly… and driving me wild with pleasure she lifted it over her head revealing a tight black bra barely containing her large breasts…
"You fucking pervert…" she hissed angrily, tossing the shirt onto her jacket. "Are you fucking happy now?"
"No." I told her honestly, "On the table." I commanded, gesturing to the short table in front of the couch. It was at shin level. Just a small step would place her wondrous ass at eye level once I sat on the couch.
She bit her lip so angrily she drew a small amount of blood, "Mother fucker…" she hissed under her breath before stomping onto the table.
"Take the boots off, they won't help you…" I said, sitting down on the couch as she turned to face me, I was still holding the gun at her.
"Fuck you." She spat.
"The boots, miss…" I frowned; she obviously won't tell me her name so I made one up. "...Scarlet... Take the boots off."
"My name isn't 'Scarlet' you piece of…" I fired another bolt, I shot wide into the wall behind her, but it had the effect I wanted by silencing her. Briefly. "Asshole! knock it off!"
"If you don't want the troopers to come back." I said calmly, "Don't make me fire the rifle."
"You're making me take my clothes off you imperial nerfherder!" she spat at me.
"So the alternative is better?" I asked dryly, trying to sound legitimately surprised. "A moment of humiliation or extensive torture, what do you prefer?"
She frowned angrily at me and I have to admit I was starting to like the look. It did nothing to varnish her beautiful features. She started to kneel but I stopped her, "No. Bend at the waist… keep your legs straight. And turn around…"
The look on her face told me that she knew exactly what I wanted to see. And with a mocking forced smile, she turned and bent over… I'm not going to lie, she could've shot me in the face and I would've died telling her I loved her. It was just so round… so perfect. So wondrously curved that I had no doubt in my mind that whatever she was being chased for would've been worth giving it to her just to see that ass in this position…
She took one boot off… then another, revealing smooth, well cared for feet. Apparently, rebels had time for manicures but I wasn't complaining. "Is that it asshole?" she growled bitterly, turning to face me again. "…Who the fuck am I kidding, of course not…" she thumbed the pants at her waist almost dejectedly, "The pants?" I smiled coyly at her, spinning my finger around silently telling her to turn again. She sighed begrudgingly and did so, unbuckling her belt.
I wanted to touch myself… I know I'm a pig but you don't understand… it was like two red watermelons trying to escape as once again she slowly bent over, shaking one cheek, then another as she teasingly forced her pants down revealing matching black panties. Shaking her ass, while shimmying her pants to the table. I would've erupted if she was wearing a thong…
She kicked her pants at my face but I saw it coming, me being observant it's obviously what I would've done. I merely leaned out of the way and held my blaster steady on her. I didn't scold her for it. Again it's what I would've done.
She placed her hands on the back of her head, pouting cutely and ignoring the fact that she tried to distract me with clothes, and trying to convince me that she had accepted her role as my plaything, fooling nobody "There you go trooper…" she licked her lips slowly with a wonderfully fleshy pink tongue, "What next?" she gripped her breasts and squeezed… "The bra?" she pulled them apart and pressed them hard together, trying to hold my attention on the melon-sized orbs of flesh. Before pulling her hands away and sliding them down her flat red stomach towards the waistband of her black panties. "Or maybe something more appetizing…"
"Dance for me." I said, it had actually caught her off guard.
All pretense of her being something of a complacent seductress went away. She was clearly expecting me to tell her to take something else off. "What?"
"Dance for me." I repeated patiently, "…Alien girls, dance." I said as if stating a fact, I wasn't trying to be racist I just liked watching girls move... "Now go on… shake it for me. I want to watch."
"Do I look like fucking Twi'lek cantina girl?" she said, her justified attitude returning.
"You're just as beautiful as one." I stated simply, "I find it hard to believe with your figure you can't dance."
"I can dance, asshole!" she replied, and I think she was actually blushing. "But what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Teenage hormones and a repressed virginity." I replied flatly, shaking my rifle at her. "Now dance."
She was hesitant at first, uncomfortably swaying her hips slowly from side to side, trying to hold my attention to them while getting herself more into it.
"More hips." I commanded, "Get into it." I wanted to get my meaning across quickly.
"It's not like there is music for this you son of a…" but she held herself back and obeyed, putting more force into her swaying, bending and stretching as she gyrated and twirled slowly. She seemed to get more into it after a few more seconds, squeezing her breasts and caressing herself and to my delight… she started to moan…
I knew she couldn't really be getting aroused on this… but some guys like to think the girl is enjoying herself. Let's us fucking dream alright?"
I couldn't resist anymore… my manhood was straining against my uniform and I had to reach release. It only took one hand and a few moments to get it out… I'm not going to embellish my size.
There's no point, you wouldn't believe me anyway. I thought I was average, maybe a little thicker around than most but average… I wasn't going to get anyone to faint at the sight of it like the wookie in that cathar holo-vid.
But I couldn't take my eyes off of her… I watched hypnotized as she reached into her panties and began to rub herself; Yelping cutely as she hit just the right spot that sent the signals of pleasure up her spine to her brain. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed as she began thrusting against her own hand and squeezing her breast with the free one… she had decided that her own pleasure might as well match mine, but I don't think she noticed what I was doing…
I began to match my strokes with her thrust, my dick pulsing with each fantasized penetration of her womanhood. She moaned suddenly, her lips parting with blissful pleasure as she gasp and her labia flowed with surprising wetness down her legs. She was suddenly slipping in two, then three fingers: thrusting faster, and faster, and then…
We came… she let out one satisfied blissful squeal as her legs twitched and her whole body jiggled when her own orgasm hit. Her eyes were wide and bulging as her pleasure reached its maximum peak. She dropped to her knees leaning back slightly as her hand seemed to be on autopilot, pressing in and out and spreading herself openly as more and more of her wetness flowed… she didn't seem to remember where she was…
But she was brought back to reality after my own release… rope after rope of long-held-back semen started to erupt from my dick and I couldn't resist it any longer... throwing my rifle aside I rushed forward and firmly grabbed one of her lekku and continued stroking. Most of my load landed on her breasts and stomach… but some managed to reach her face, just across her mouth and under her nose…
She was unaware of it… but one long alien tongue pushed out between her lips and instinctively began to lick up any fluid that surrounded her lips until every drop of semen that hand landed on her face was inside her mouth…
Her eyes were still hazy and I was still panting from the rush of lust that she awoke in… she looked me dead in the eyes with her brilliant sapphire blue ones, and opened her mouth…
It was like a pink whale (her tongue) was surfacing in the middle of a white ocean (my semen). She just stared obediently at me… expecting me to say something as I held tightly to her lekku… I stared disbelievingly at her; unable to contain my own lust… all I could think of was one word and I gave voice to it…
"Swallow."
Without looking away, without arguing, her eyes wide and attentive… she closed her mouth. And the gulp from her throat was louder than any blaster fired in the room that night. She opened her mouth again and stuck out her tongue to show me she had done so…
"Good… good girl…" I said breathing heavily, unable to truly register the words. And unable to help myself I stroked her head… almost lovingly…
I wanted to take her then and there… I wanted to, by the force and the sith lords and the Emperor, I fucking wanted to but… but I wasn't… I wasn't just going to force her to do anything that… violating. Yeah I ordered her to strip, and then dance, and then I came on her but… you know what I fucking mean, I wasn't going to rape her. If she was going to scream it was going to be because I made her feel that fucking good…
She stared up at me, expecting me to give her another degrading command… I needed to recover quickly before the bliss vanished and she recovered herself. I let go of her suddenly and back away.
Already my hand felt lonely at being apart from her, and it might have been my own delusional imagination but the look on her face felt like she had that same loneliness. I was staring at her still covered in my load… and coming to my senses and ignoring just how fucking beautiful she was I immediately tucked myself back into my pants and picked up my rifle.
"…There's a rodian pilot named Snowga in the fifth hanger who will take you off planet no questions asked…" I told her, it seemed to knock her out of her daze.
"I… what?"
"He's a friend of mine, tell him Aiden sent you and he'll do it. He owes me one."
"What the fuck are you…" she seemed to realize for the first time that she had my load on her and wiped it gently with her fingers to look closer. "Oh… what the fuck?…"
"Look. Wait five minutes after I leave, or longer. Take a shower. I'll draw the squad away so you can get away clean. Your blaster is in the second plant pot in the hall and head out the second floor window its been broken for weeks and stick to the alleys."
She grabbed her pants, and boots but she stared at me skeptically, "Why are you doing this?"
I roared frustratedly at the ceiling, honestly unable to contain my own forced damned moral compass. "Because I don't want you to get caught!" It was unintentional but I screamed honestly at her. That seemed to catch her off guard. "Just fucking do it, alright?!" and without looking back at her I left…
I regretted it then you know… that I didn't get her real name. That I didn't have anything to remember her by… as I watched Snowga's ship get away clean later from my room I honestly marveled at how lucky she was… I mean. Not the whole forced striptease but… she found the one fucking trooper on Dromund Kaas who was a force damn xenophile and had a moderately moral fucking code… I wasn't going anywhere in life. Aiden Kane wasn't going anywhere. Not like my sisters. Hopefully not like my father, and definitely not like my Moff of a mother…
I didn't have the drive… the cold-blooded urge to kill people that haven't wronged me personally. Besides, I didn't have the aim of a stormtrooper… I actually hit what I was fucking shooting at…
With all the 'guns' in my possession…
I don't know exactly when I decided to leave… I didn't leave a note to my sisters who, honestly, I loved a lot more than my mother who threw me to the fucking academy as soon as I could hold a blaster and salute her… but I left my armor. Cleaned out my credits account, packed my Blaster and my modded rifle, and walked out of the academy before the patrols knew what was going on…It took me awhile to find a ship… a Weequay smuggling freighter delivering overpriced water filters to tattooine… I fucking hate tattooine. But I needed to leave Dromund Kaas and fast, one excessive bribe later and I was on my way… dreaming of Scarlet like a love-struck and honestly love-sick puppy… Naturally, I had pleasant dreams of her all the way…
Also I was also held at blaster point about halfway to tattooine… Apparently, the runaway son of a Moff would fetch a high price… it would've been smart to ransom me. But remember, I said I wasn't someone to kill in cold blood anyone who hadn't wronged me… those idiots learned a very fatal lesson that not all stormtroopers had the 'training'…
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