[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Despite all those technological advances the galaxy had prided itself over, there was no short supply to the basic needs of the individuals chasing star dust through the cosmos. Rhailo still required nourishment and rest from traveling dimensions. Seeking such in present company would prove difficult though, as Demagol had a way of enticing her into a state of ignorance towards bodily demands. At least any such demands that did not involve his muscled figure tangling around her own. Compared to the hunter, this Auroun was so soft and delicate, her thoughts were always drawn back to the contrast in physiques. To run eager hands against his body seemed a manageable goal, but she was too timid to attempt it currently, and he was always so keen to engulf her in possessive embrace. There was safety in this action, even if their footing was shaky at best. Where were they going? What plans did they have?
Something of a smile presented itself when the opportunity arose. The Auroun was quite aware of how well endowed her companion was, and perhaps this had bled through to her preconceived notions of his choice in lodging. She expected extravagance and sophistication, but instead found it very uniform-- bare of anything but the essentials needed for his profession. Tragically, her thoughts on the matter immediately circled over options for redecorating this home of his. Not that Rhailo had intentions to share such concepts currently, but they would come as minor tweaks to the drab, isolated atmosphere of a space faring vessel. Their future held endless possibilities. "I guess I hadn't thought about it before." And in such, she admitted nothing of her opinion on the subject. It was filler content at best. A way to avoid offending him, should he choose to find such commentary offensive.
Even in that comfortable embrace, Rhailo was on guard. The farther they flew from her previous home, the more real their circumstances became. Demagol was now in his comfort zone, and the Auroun was a guest within chrome interior-- but for how long was she welcome to stay?
It took a great deal more effort than the woman cared to admit to cease grinding against the hunter's front, and though thin layers of spandex seemed easily bypassed, the ones they wore were a barrier she couldn't bring herself to cross immediately. Almost too aggressively Demagol brought attention to his manhood, and his warmth made the skin exposed on her arms and legs raise attentively. Rhailo swallowed before taking a desperately needed breath, attempting to calm that quivering thrum in the pit of her stomach. "I do not want to be caged." Admitting this wasn't necessary, but it was fact. Whether she enjoyed being cuffed wouldn't be discussed. "But I can share the bed with you if you trust me... I just don't understand what you're hoping to get from me as payment."
Or maybe she did understand, and it was in that way the woman knew there was no backing out of this bargain. Not that it was a bargain in the usual regard, but it certainly didn't feel like slavery. All these preconceived notions were catching up to an overactive mind, and the outcome was surprisingly mundane in retrospect. Not boring, no-- Just ordinary. Comfortable in it's own right. If there was one thing Rhailo sought to find in her endless struggle to be free, it was a sense of calm she could settle in to. Comfort didn't seek out those on the run, but instead eluded their path, and teased them every so often with false havens and brief refuge. Demagol spoke so highly of her, and she didn't think he meant much more with the message other than 'I enjoyed fucking you'. It was what it was. Sometimes, relationships of varying degrees of intimacy started so boldly, and they ended up working out for the better.
Rhailo had yet to be in such a relationship though... Hence she was now receiving kisses to her flushed cheeks by someone she barely knew. Yet, despite everything, it did feel right. Confusing and painful and utterly outrageous, but also very cozy. In honesty, Rhailo could lose herself in this dream if she wasn't careful, and that would put more at risk than herself; that would put the hunter in harm's way.
Sighing softly, her opalescent hues continued dancing shapes through the dark, picturing hunched bodies and sacks of goods they toiled to carry. Silent stories no one else was allowed to know the moral of, shown through eyes few individuals were capable of really appreciating. Rhailo was more than her body, even if she did little to accentuate such facts. Maybe at the corners of her lips, a smile was forming, but it didn't blossom at any hasted pace. Demagol's words were hard to rejoice over, yet a swell of elation rose in her chest as he continued speaking. "I get bored." The images dragged their bags across the ground, now making towards a set of cartoon-y hills depicted as jagged triangles. "You never made shadow puppets as a child?" Slowly her hands, from where they had been idle, rose to shape together an attempt at a rabbit's head.
This shadow paled in comparison to those her eyes created, but the message was clear enough.
"I don't know about that..." Rhailo paused as tightly wrapped curves dragged against the Mandalorian's groin, letting attention linger where her rear cheeks spread for his girth. It was an irritation and a gift. Nothing could cut off her train of thought quite so successfully as having a cock she craved be so close, but kept from her. The Auroun closed her eyes abruptly and inhaled deeply through her nostrils so everything she wished to express wasn't thrown to the wayside for another romp in the sheets. It became a challenge to deny him, and if it meant denying herself, the woman wagered it a possibility. At least for now. Space is what they needed-- Distance between them so it wasn't so inviting to lust after his cock like a pheromone crazed bitch in heat.
"Are you hungry?" Of course, Rhailo was trying to move the topic along, but she was also starving. It had been a day or so since her last meal, and though it seemed strange to have to remind another living being of this sort of basic necessity, Rhailo was at the point of no return in terms of energy stores depleting. The Auroun stopped her squirming against the male just long enough to blink her eyes back open and add, "I'm really hungry... And I want another shower."
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