Strangely quiet during the whole process, Rhailo found herself just as confused as she had been before the Mandalorian finished answering. Be it the way he seemed so much better informed than she did, or the fact he was candid, the Auroun couldn't help bringing her knees up to further hide her figure; arms wrapping tight around her now bruised shins. What was normally unmarred flesh glared outwards; decorated in scratches, scrapes, bruises, and dirt. An outrage to that vision of a figure she possessed, the woman scratched lightly at dried flecks of blood stuck to her ankles. All that business at the club, she was bound to be worse for wear in a handful of ways, but she counted her lucky stars that everything important was intact. Well, minus her apartment, but she had numbed that portion of the evening off. Maybe with enough concentration, the lack of a home could be forgotten. Overlooked. Narrowed lids shifted to settle on the stranger where he sat, his now armorless body an appealing mess of tattoos and light scarring.
If she were a weaker woman, there may have been attempts made to seduce her owner; to create an illusion while his helmet wasn't on to protect him. Kind or cruel, anything was possible while he was vulnerable... Rhailo didn't do that though. If anything, every effort was made to come off as undesirable in the moment. Her mind needed to focus on words and his closeness only made it harder to mull over responses. It took some searching, but through the fog of her thoughts, the Auroun finally asked, "If I had a choice, a real choice, what do you think I would do?" There was no real way to answer, as they both knew that a long term escape of any variety was unavailable. Even if she managed to trick him, to get away and make distance between their two persons, he would come again. And again. Over and over until the woman's will was broken, and Demagol's patience was nothing more than a memory.
Physically shifting herself to turn away from the hunter, Rhailo continued to respond in her flat tone; unwilling to meet his features where they sought to look her over. "I don't have a choice. I'll stay. I have to." Messages segmented and sharp, they were likely snipes made out of frustration. She didn't want to be near him. His face, as lovely as it may have been, made her infinitely more angry than the mask had. Suddenly he wasn't emotionless and cold-- there was warmth and it radiated irritatingly nearby with him seated there. "I don't know what you're on about otherwise... You think you have reasons? Okay. Sure." Blankets were pushed from her body so her back was exposed, and with the covers discarded, Rhailo stood facing the lavatory. "You didn't even have the decency to give me your name, but I'm supposed to trust you? Fuck you."
With a sashay of hips, the Auroun left her company to do as he pleased, to watch through the door she left open, if he cared to. Rhailo waved her hands in front of the motion censors to the shower to get the water started, then unabashedly slipped out of the last material of clothing she owned. The whole night had been an awful, frightening trainwreck of constant action, and she just couldn't take another word of it. Another moment being lectured about trust? To be told of her past like she had such an awful history that compared to his? Maybe what the woman had done was wrong, but she certainly did it for justifiable reasons. Her own reasons. She wasn't a dog to be ordered around, and she certainly wasn't about to let this hunter treat her like one. Rhailo stepped into the warm embrace of the capsule shaped basin and released the barest sigh of acceptance. When all was said and done, she wanted to unwind, and for whatever reason, his sudden shift in attitudes made her uneasy.
Coating a layer of body wash from the Hotel's complimentary bottles over her palms, hands busied themselves in covering every inch of that tantalizing form in a glossy, bubbly sheen. Her movements didn't seem shy, nor did she pause at any hint he may have been watching her; she left the door open, after all. No, Rhailo had better things to do than avoid granting the male a peep show of his assumed property. That was probably the most concerning factor of their agreement. Had she given up her freedom to someone looking to possess her, or was she being taken as something else? All these skills she seemed to harbor, and the first ones that came to mind were the ones that failed her earlier in the night. Spreading her legs to either side in a wider stance, one hand braced against the shower wall. The other drifted lower to settle comfortably between her thighs, at the place where her torso curved.
What was she doing?
The water continued to run hot, fogging the small restroom while her manicured middle finger dragged lazy circles around her clit. Tip against the cluster of nerves, cosmic hues closed themselves while her mouth parted to give a weak sigh of pleasure. All this running, the chase, the complete disregard for safety. Something about the rush made Rhailo incredibly aroused, and while the solemn solider in the other room waited, she let herself succumb to deviant desires. If he wanted her help, he could have it; her life was on the table. He just couldn't dispel an overactive libido in the meantime. His options were less conventional, leaving Demagol with the option of watching the femme finger fuck herself as those quiet whimpers increased from the other side of the hotel room.
Apparently, the creature was taunting him with her sounds. Or, more accurately, trying to taunt him.
Repositioning, Rhailo flattened her back against the wall and arched over it, using the surface to brace against wild twirls and flicks of practiced digits. It was rather pleasant watching her, the woman's cunt slick regardless of the streaming water, folds spread slightly with how she went about pleasuring her clitoris. Steady attention, drawn as small circles against the nub. Every so often, her eyes would flutter open just long enough to see if he was watching. Fuck him. Tongue running along her lips, the Auroun shivered through her affections; breasts raising with every heave of her panting chest. She hoped he suffered... Or maybe did something about it. It was hard to tell what she wanted. Rhailo was in heat.
If she were a weaker woman, there may have been attempts made to seduce her owner; to create an illusion while his helmet wasn't on to protect him. Kind or cruel, anything was possible while he was vulnerable... Rhailo didn't do that though. If anything, every effort was made to come off as undesirable in the moment. Her mind needed to focus on words and his closeness only made it harder to mull over responses. It took some searching, but through the fog of her thoughts, the Auroun finally asked, "If I had a choice, a real choice, what do you think I would do?" There was no real way to answer, as they both knew that a long term escape of any variety was unavailable. Even if she managed to trick him, to get away and make distance between their two persons, he would come again. And again. Over and over until the woman's will was broken, and Demagol's patience was nothing more than a memory.
Physically shifting herself to turn away from the hunter, Rhailo continued to respond in her flat tone; unwilling to meet his features where they sought to look her over. "I don't have a choice. I'll stay. I have to." Messages segmented and sharp, they were likely snipes made out of frustration. She didn't want to be near him. His face, as lovely as it may have been, made her infinitely more angry than the mask had. Suddenly he wasn't emotionless and cold-- there was warmth and it radiated irritatingly nearby with him seated there. "I don't know what you're on about otherwise... You think you have reasons? Okay. Sure." Blankets were pushed from her body so her back was exposed, and with the covers discarded, Rhailo stood facing the lavatory. "You didn't even have the decency to give me your name, but I'm supposed to trust you? Fuck you."
With a sashay of hips, the Auroun left her company to do as he pleased, to watch through the door she left open, if he cared to. Rhailo waved her hands in front of the motion censors to the shower to get the water started, then unabashedly slipped out of the last material of clothing she owned. The whole night had been an awful, frightening trainwreck of constant action, and she just couldn't take another word of it. Another moment being lectured about trust? To be told of her past like she had such an awful history that compared to his? Maybe what the woman had done was wrong, but she certainly did it for justifiable reasons. Her own reasons. She wasn't a dog to be ordered around, and she certainly wasn't about to let this hunter treat her like one. Rhailo stepped into the warm embrace of the capsule shaped basin and released the barest sigh of acceptance. When all was said and done, she wanted to unwind, and for whatever reason, his sudden shift in attitudes made her uneasy.
Coating a layer of body wash from the Hotel's complimentary bottles over her palms, hands busied themselves in covering every inch of that tantalizing form in a glossy, bubbly sheen. Her movements didn't seem shy, nor did she pause at any hint he may have been watching her; she left the door open, after all. No, Rhailo had better things to do than avoid granting the male a peep show of his assumed property. That was probably the most concerning factor of their agreement. Had she given up her freedom to someone looking to possess her, or was she being taken as something else? All these skills she seemed to harbor, and the first ones that came to mind were the ones that failed her earlier in the night. Spreading her legs to either side in a wider stance, one hand braced against the shower wall. The other drifted lower to settle comfortably between her thighs, at the place where her torso curved.
What was she doing?
The water continued to run hot, fogging the small restroom while her manicured middle finger dragged lazy circles around her clit. Tip against the cluster of nerves, cosmic hues closed themselves while her mouth parted to give a weak sigh of pleasure. All this running, the chase, the complete disregard for safety. Something about the rush made Rhailo incredibly aroused, and while the solemn solider in the other room waited, she let herself succumb to deviant desires. If he wanted her help, he could have it; her life was on the table. He just couldn't dispel an overactive libido in the meantime. His options were less conventional, leaving Demagol with the option of watching the femme finger fuck herself as those quiet whimpers increased from the other side of the hotel room.
Apparently, the creature was taunting him with her sounds. Or, more accurately, trying to taunt him.
Repositioning, Rhailo flattened her back against the wall and arched over it, using the surface to brace against wild twirls and flicks of practiced digits. It was rather pleasant watching her, the woman's cunt slick regardless of the streaming water, folds spread slightly with how she went about pleasuring her clitoris. Steady attention, drawn as small circles against the nub. Every so often, her eyes would flutter open just long enough to see if he was watching. Fuck him. Tongue running along her lips, the Auroun shivered through her affections; breasts raising with every heave of her panting chest. She hoped he suffered... Or maybe did something about it. It was hard to tell what she wanted. Rhailo was in heat.
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