Bab 97: Admission and Addition
I don't own star wars
"Humor me." Nike began slowly two days after returning to tattooine and sitting around the breakfast table. "And answer me a very simple question." She then promptly pointed to Killa calmly eating breakfast with us. "Why is she still here?!"
"She… doesn't have anywhere else to go." I said with a shrug, turning off the stove and joining them at the table with a rather reserved Caradoc and a starring Rattletrap who continuously gazed at Killa's face like a lovestruck puppy. Killa ignored him politely, considering she was a frequent customer of Short-round I think she felt she could allow an odd stare. X-E however would stare at her as well… but I don't think for the same reasons.
"Sure, she does. She can go away." She said, glaring at a completely uncaring Killa. "She's a famous bounty hunter she could buy a new ship easily!"
"…Actually." Killa began calmly, "I barely ever have more than a thousand credits to my name."
We stared at her but she seemed completely ignorant of our accusing looks. "…WHY?!" Nike asked incredulously.
Killa looked at her, completely serious. "Money is irrelevant to the hunt and to a warrior. I do jobs, I use what I need, I take MORE jobs. Generally, I only have credits if an emergency happens, but I use my earnings for repairs, ammunition, supplies, etcetera. I donate what I don't use."
"To what? The lying my pretty ass off fund?" Nike hissed angrily at her.
"Usually whatever charity catches my eye first." She replied I imagine after facing down dozens of deadly enemies, Nike wasn't the most threatening thing ever.
"Oh you lying-!"
"Nike…" I said, amazed at how hostile she was being.
"…Besides you're going to want me around." Killa replied, "After I get Short-round to resupply me that is…"
"Why? HOW?! You have no money!" Nike roared, slamming her hands onto the table.
"Why: Because Roland has a small, almost uninteresting bounty on his head from Juggalo II's Crazy Candi…"
"What kind of name is that?!" Nike growled indignantly.
"With me around the hunters would be significantly deterred except for the boldest… or the dumbest. Which is when my value will be paid in full." She continued to eat, taking Nike's building anger in stride. "And as to how I will 'pay' for my gear from Short-round?... you are quite right, it will be difficult without credits. Rattletrap?"
"Yeah…?" he breathed with a delirious sigh, staring at her face.
"Would you like to design me some armor?" she asked perfectly casually.
There was a slow, low rumble, like an earthquake as Rattletrap's chair continued to shake with him on it, then he began a low siren-like cry. "eeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" he suddenly cheered, "I get to take your measurements!" his hands shot into the air and he dashed from the chair, it spun on to legs he moved so quickly clattering to the ground as he vanished.
"…I will take Lady Killa's measurements." X-E said firmly, standing up and approaching Killa, "Please come with me Lady Killa."
"Stop calling her that!" Nike growled.
"Apologies, First Mate Nike." She said, politely, bowing to Nike as she led Killa from the room.
"I thought I was first mate?" Caradoc sniffed indignantly.
"Due to First Mate Nike's relationship with Captain Roland, I assumed it was more acceptable." She hesitated as Killa kept walking out of the kitchen. "…But perhaps with Lady Killa's presence on the ship that position would be reassigned…" she said, completely stoic and unaware of how big of a thermal detonator she just tossed into the room. "Perhaps then as the ship master of combat you'd prefer 'The Master' Caradoc?"
He sniffed, but with a small smile, "…Caradoc will be fine."
"Very well. Registering…" she said before walking out as Nike snarled angrily. "Caradoc will be designated as The Caradoc…"
"…I kind of like the idea of being a title." He sniffed again with a smug smile. "…I'll fix it later when it loses its appeal."
"My 'position' would be reassigned?" Nike snarled, her claws tearing into the table before glaring at me, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the kitchen. I just went with it, but she was being really rough.
"What is your problem?" I asked, shutting the door to my room as she crossed her arms stubbornly across her chest. Refusing to look at me. I walked around her as she stared at the floor, her face clearly unhappy and angry. "Nike?"
She growled quietly in her throat, then shoved me hard onto the bed, slowly unzipping her suit and letting it drop to the floor, standing naked before me. "I don't like her!" she said angrily, "She kidnapped you! Put you in danger! And you KEEP TAKING HER SIDE!" she yelled angrily at me, straddling me and pinning me to the bed.
"I'm not taking her side! You're being unreason-" I stopped myself as I felt her wonderful but rub against my crotch. My little Roland reacted instinctively to her body as it often did and distracting me. "It's complicated okay? I'm not 'taking her side'" I repeated calmly. "And being naked is cheating!"
"You're listening to me now aren't you!?" she growled, but then her anger softened. "…She's just so pretty, and strong, and famous… and you keep defending her!" I stared into her face, normally so composed and teasing…
…She was actually jealous…
"…Okay. I'm sorry." I said, not entirely sure why but I felt it was necessary. "I'm sorry…" I repeated, gently rubbing her body. "…I don't prefer her over you, I promise. It's just a complicated thing okay?" then surprising her I rolled her over onto the bed so I was on top of her, then I gazed into her ruby eyes. "But there is one thing you can do that she can't, probably won't."
She looked a little down at that, looking away from me. "…Strangely, being the captain's 'first mate' bed warmer doesn't exactly…" but she stopped as I placed my ears between her breasts and I sighed in utter relaxation.
"…Purr for me." I asked, begged even. And almost immediately, maybe even on reflex the low wonderful rumble rolled from her chest and put me at ease. "…I love your purr more than anything…" I said quietly, letting the sound run through my mind. Letting me enjoy the sound for a moment, she wrapped her hands around my head and held me close, purring more audibly.
"Just because there's a new girl on the ship doesn't mean I value you any less. No matter how badass and famous she is…" I kissed her, she moaned softly into my mouth as she body began to react. "…Now then… as my first mate…" I said, gently pulling away and rubbing her soft, furry skin. "I want more please…"
"…I thought Caradoc was your first mate?" she said with a smile, but helped me with my clothes. My own arousal was apparent as my cock shot from my pants to salute her body. She gazed intently at it, the joke forgotten as it throbbed to be embraced by her. "…In… in my ass…" she said softly, but with no demand behind it, more out of practice than anything.
"I don't want that right now…" I said, dropping nude on top of her, arguing with her like a belligerent child as I rubbed my body on her, feeling her soft fur on my cock, brushing it gently like a thousand tiny masseuses' hands. "…I want to be deep inside you." I said, begging as I kissed her neck, her cheeks, and her lips. My hands stroking her stomach, her sides, her firm full breasts "…And I want you to want it."
She whimpered hesitantly, her body writhing under my teasing, my affection. Her eager pussy leaked her natural lube as it desired me inside her. But her body and mind were two different and arguing things right now. It was beautiful. She didn't want to say it, but she did want it. I saw it in her ruby eyes as her hips thrust up against my length instinctively, begging me to just put it inside her.
…But I wanted her to tell me. I didn't want her permission. I wanted her to tell me she wanted me deep inside her warm, loving, womanhood. She was jealous of a woman who showed absolutely no sexual interest in me. Not that I wouldn't mind if she did. If she was going to be jealous, she could afford to be a little selfish…
"…Please…" she whimpered, no longer able to resist holding back her words as her body demanded to be satisfied.
"Please what?" I pleaded, kissing her, caressing her. "Tell me. I need to hear you say it."
"Please put it in my pussy…" she whined, as my cock seemed to respond to her words already lining itself up as if magnetized, "Please fill up my tight cathar pussy with your cum…"
It felt different when she accepted me. Every other time she was reluctant but allowed. Now she wanted it and that was all the difference. "Oh force…" she moaned, her back arching as I went all the way inside her at once. "Oh force it's so full…" she was staring at the opposite wall… I wanted her looking at me.
"Look at me." I begged, thrusting wildly inside her as my arm went under her back and pulled her against me, "Please."
"Yes!" she cried, looking at me. "Yes! Keep going!" her pussy was flooding with arousal as my length repeatedly slammed in and out, spilling our connection onto the bed as she continued to gaze into my eyes. Her lips parted temptingly as she gasped in pleasure, they were begging for my return. I obliged, she moaned lovingly at my taste as my tongue slammed against hers.
If I pressed any harder against her we were going to fuse. She screamed into my mouth as her body trembled at my thrusts, she had cum. It felt wonderful. I pinned her down, squeezing her breasts as I gazed into her eyes. It was my turn, and she knew it and wanted it.
"I'm cumming." I declared, my cock throbbing impatiently inside her tight warm pussy. I wasn't pulling out. "I'm cumming Nike… Look at me." Her hands shot up and caressed the sides of my face as she gazed firmly into my eyes… and gasped as I stopped, my two days of sperm rushing once more into her body as she quivered slightly, hypnotized with each other I collapsed onto her, still thrusting myself into her as my balls clenched against her body.
She breathed heavily, stroking my body as I finally finished filling her, then she started to laugh. Slowly at first then it became a soft giggle. "…Fuck, you came inside my pussy again…" she sighed exasperatedly, "…Why can't I say no to you?" I didn't really answer her, I just kissed her again. She purred softly as her tongue wrapped around mine, giggling as we fought for dominance and my cock throbbed back to life inside her. I pulled out of her, she looked at me confused.
"…Now I want your other hole." I said kissing her again and rolling her over, her shapely ass shaking as her body relaxed. She crawled further onto the bed, lifting her ass up as her pussy dripped seed and arousal onto the sheets. Her shoulders on the bed, she looked at me, and shook her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as her tight asshole opened slightly. Ready for me.
I crawled up behind her, resting my hands on her and squeezing as I prodded her hole. She gasped softly as she felt me stretch her to fullness, her ass just loose enough to wrap vacuum tight around my length. "Perfect fit…" she purred, "Perfect fit!" she moaned again almost immediately as I buried myself steadily inside her. "Oh force you were made for me!" she whined lovingly. I bottomed out, buried fully inside her as we adjusted to each other once more.
I stroked her cheeks as she quivered, feeling her ass tighten around me immensely as I squeezed her soft supple ass cheeks. Then I began to move, she felt just as tight and wonderful as the first time. I grabbed her wrists and pulled, letting her ass cheeks free as I continued my thrusts, feeling the soft flesh rub against my length as I moved in and out. Her hands thrashed and clenched in my grip, desperate to grab something, anything to relieve the constant pleasure she felt. But I was in utter control and she knew it, and the dam broke.
She became incoherent, her body tightening as climax after climax began to ride through her body. Her toes curled beneath me, the heels of her feet coming up to press against my ass to push me further in as she moaned, whined, and screamed her pleasure to no one in particular.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me… Roland!" she screamed, becoming painfully tight as she came hard and long, releasing a pleasured shriek that echoed around the room. I just kept going, burying my length inside her again and again until the only word to escape her mouth was my name.
"I'm cumming!" I declared, speeding up and dropping onto her back, squeezing her neck as I pulled her to kiss me. Her body tightened immediately, desperate for my release, even eager. "Tell me where you want it?"
"MMMh?" she moaned into my mouth, "W-what?"
"Where do you want me to cum?" I groaned, approaching my release to quickly, if I wasn't careful it wasn't going to matter where she wanted it.
"Just cum!" she whimpered blissfully, approaching her own release.
"I want you to tell me…" I groaned, slamming hard against her ass as it jiggled against the blows. "Please…"
"Just blow your load!" she shrieked, but I wasn't letting her get away.
"Tell… me…!" I roared, slamming my balls against her hard as I thrust to the root with each slap.
"I want it in my pussy!!!" she shrieked in desperation, "I want to feel you cum inside!" gasping as the words were ripped from her throat. I pulled out, and shoved back into her tight pussy, pulling her up as I kissed her womb and released. I pulled her upright, kissing her as I held her purring satisfied body against me. I fell back onto the bed, her on top of me as I claimed her womb with the biggest orgasms she ever gave me.
…When she wanted it…she felt better than anything else. Mind-blowing.
I just kept kissing her, caressing her, petting her, fucking loving her as I held her to my body. Her wonderful weight pressed down onto me as I held her close.
"Roland…" she purred my name contentedly, still kissing me as I squeezed even tighter. "…There's so much…" she said, her eyes closing as my seed spilled from her pussy down my length. And soon she was purring in her sleep…
Taking in her scent, I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes to her blissful purr…
"Bro!" Rattletrap shouted excitedly, dropping from the ceiling from a vent and waking us up as he ran around the room like a child on a sugar binge. "You're going to love it! She looks sweet…" he purred, then blinked as he realized he was interrupting a moment, but shrugged and made his way out as cool as can be. "I'll let you see when you're ready." He added smugly.
The door shut behind him and I grumbled as Nike removed herself from me and headed towards the shower. "…Feel better?" I asked hesitantly, as my eyes were instinctively drawn to her naked and bouncing rear.
"After a nice long shower…" she said calmly, giving me a faint smile. "…I suppose it wouldn't really hurt to have her around… keep all the hunters away." I got off the bed and approached her, hugging her from behind and pressing my ear to her chest. "…You want another round? Maybe with me all… wet and sleek?" she then purred as I listened to the rumble.
"…Maybe later…" I replied, pulling away and putting on my clothes, "I just wanted one last purr before I go check out whatever it is Rattletrap has done. Maybe I will get him to make me some armor…"
Turns out… a pretty good job.
While it wasn't her powersuit it was pretty sturdy looking and lightweight. Not quite as heavy, but definitely not light. With a distinct dark green tinge, she now had chest, shoulders, shins, and thighs protected by armor and a pair of gauntlets and a wrist-mounted shooter. Rattletrap did the walk around her as she tested the straps, and her gauntlets popped out a single two-inch short blades, not her claws that was for sure but it would still hurt like a bitch if punched. Rattletrap spent an awful lot of time standing behind her and I realized he was probably staring at her ass.
"Rattletrap." I said calmly, trying to get his attention, and immediately he began moving again.
"Okay. The wrist mount is going to need a load after every fire, so you're going to need to remember what's actually in there." He said proudly, "I can fix you up something like bolas or darts… mini-grenande?"
"It's fine. Thank you." She said, then ran a hand thoughtfully down the scar on her face. "…And my mask?" she asked, a little hesitantly. "Can you make one?"
"I'd rather NOT." He said reluctantly, "But if you really NEED one I expect payment…" he said a little coolly, crossing his arms 'imposingly' as he looked up at her. "I've already given you a lot of freebies for someone who ain't an 'official' member of the ship."
"…Fair enough… I'll go without the mask for now."
"I like you better without it anyway…" I said reflexively, she stared at me, but a small corner of her mouth twitched.
"…I'm sure." She said cryptically. "Excellent work Rattletrap." She praised as he stood majestically. "Out of curiosity. How much exactly would it cost me to make a mask?"
He clapped his hands and began to dance, X-E. standing silently in a corner began to join in as well as the flickering sphere descended in the workshop and began to play music… did he have one of those in all the rooms!? "You got to shake it!" he said, still dancing as Killa looked at me with almost utter horror on her face before turning back to watch fascinated. "Looking good X-E!"
"Indeed, Master Rattletrap. You as well." X-E replied, moving like a gogo dancer. It was kind of odd to watch, but still very Sexy…
Hey! I get her name now!
"Perhaps I should rethink my assessment of this crew…" she said softly but tapped her foot as she watched Rattletrap get lost in the movement. Apparently, not even she could resist the beat…
End of Chapter.
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