[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]To be used in such a manner wasn't beyond her willingness. On the contrary, Rhailo meant to catch every drop of pent up cum where Demagol was buried in her ass. Perhaps a smile crossed her lips as he unleashed his load into her, even if it was bare of any context he might understand. Just to feel him quake in the tight hold, to shiver and bend against her figure in that possessive mesh of bodies. Never was there a time she didn't crave his rough touch, and to be taken in such a way only furthered her orgasm. Every twitch, every sway and jerk of bucking hips, it all earned a series of breathy, desperate moans she didn't bother trying to stop. Let him hear every cry his dominance wrenched from her throat while the fabric of her insides stretched and molded to fit him entirely. Owned by her Mandalorian, with scars on display and tattoos scrawled in a text she couldn't read; the Auroun was beyond satisfied. She was...
Infatuated.
Around her neck the fingers tightened, and in a surge of sudden pleasure, a new wave hit her with a force she couldn't explain. Just a blinding white push of climax that blocked out the rest of her senses to cater to lust. An ancient reaction to such things, really, leaving her cunt of tighten enthusiastically around his sheathed fingers with another series of spasming undulations. Like this she remained until thundering strikes stopped and his hand, in all it's appreciated involvement, came to rest calm in that slick cavity. For only a moment there was silence, save for kisses and coddling and the ragged breaths they both managed to steal. Rhailo could have laid with him in this euphoric state of post decadence for all time, comforted by the strong beats of his heart. Thrumming were her own distant drumming beats, pumping blood in circulation so loudly, it flooded her ears with blanketing noise. A moment would be taken to recuperate in the quiet they were allotted, her nostrils flaring in light draws while her lids were pried open.
To watch, to learn. In some sense, to better understand what was happening.
Demagol hadn't pulled himself free, as though he meant to grant her wish to remain closely entangled with the male. Rhailo, in turn, didn't immediately work to push away the arms enveloping her curvaceous body. There was no real want or need to do so, so why would she? The Auroun merely accepted what she was given in that period, and was content. Satisfied-- But also complacent. In some ways, more at peace than she had been for a day's time. Such was life, after all. A random series of events that all lead one down a path towards their end... But Rhailo hadn't expected to find her beginning with the hunter. At his side or under his command, this was never part of her plan. Much like her times spent peddling in, gambling on, and inhabiting Nar Shaddaa, a more naive woman never pictured the Mandalorian as part of that puzzle. Yet, if the piece fits, it must be right.
Features swiveled ever so slightly rest her head back on the pillows, mouth still agape to gather air and allow space between his visage and her own. Rhailo found herself staring again, fixated in what may have been seen as mild confusion; had what had occurred not been confusing? She wore it well, and it inevitably shifted to a smile as he spoke. Words she could cling to just as tightly as those he had made involving her freedom. He hadn't implied she was his property-- He had assured her that was the case. Partially, the woman had wondered when this payment would be made, and if there would be consequences for the action. After all, it couldn't all be copacetic cuddling in their borrowed bed. For now, yes. Tomorrow? The next day?
It took her longer to collect herself than she would have cared to admit, but her mind was elsewhere to some extent, and it needed to be reeled back to his words. Yes, that reassurance, how it brought upon a warmth to her weary frame that bordered the conditions of his sexual deviance. Replacing the heated aura of lust with one slightly less suffocating, Rhailo beamed her acceptance with a flash of pristine teeth. "If you plan to pay 50,000 credits for me, I'd hope not." Easing her thighs apart to give his hand enough freedom to remove itself from the capture, the Auroun blinked a few times while accumulating more to add to the response. Even now, her message was guarded; cautious to some extent. "I'm sorry if that was sudden. I just, I don't know. Got into a sort of mood..." Well aware his cock periodically twitched where it was held in her ass, a flush of embarrassment was imminent across angelic portrait.
"But- I mean, you liked it, didn't you?" It was a question she needn't ask, but with the hint of a smirk accompanying her vocals, the teasing inquiry was meant to be answered. After all, who didn't want to gloat over their conquests? Rhailo certainly wasn't above such means of self fulfillment, and with the inch he had given her, she was liable to run miles. Ever curious, there was more to learn from Demagol than how much he enjoyed fucking her ass-- But that would come after he was allowed time for response. Only then did the woman ease comfortably in their shared embrace, one of her hands over his at expanse of throat to dance delicate digits against the veins. Her lighted gaze flickered elsewhere, off to the ceiling, and the light show began anew as a mural of blurred silhouettes moving as ships across a choppy ocean. Silly tricks that meant little more than the blinks that shut them off for split seconds at a time.
"We can't stay here forever." She said, stating the facts as the woman saw them; obvious ones first. "I don't know what your plan is though. We can leave Nar Shaddaa, but where do you want to go afterwards? Do you have a home?" Rhailo bit her lip in thought, fatigue returning as she tried to compile all those wayward questions she had been afraid to ask previously. With every ride he took her for, she ate up another bite of energy-- at this point, she was running fumes and aching willpower. But he was unknown to her, and she wanted to remedy that as much as she could before sleep returned. It would, and it would knock her out for hours, but she could stave off resting in favor of questioning so long as she was allowed to. It really relied on his willingness to cooperate with the Auroun.
"What's going to happen to us now?" Emphasis on 'us', as they were in this together-- For better or worse. "I mean, I've never done this before. Not like this, not with someone like you.."
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