It's a Pirate's Life

by Bladed Crescent

Rating: NC-17

Warning: contains explicit slash

Disclaimer: LFL owns Star Wars. No money is being made out of this; it's all just for fun, it's not official and no infringement is intended.

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The pirate leader looked like a girl.
That was really no surprise, considering that the leader was a she, but it was her petite, almost elfin build, wide, deceptively innocent eyes and her light voice that all contributed to the illusion of her youth. She appeared to be no more than eighteen years old, barely an adult, hardly capable of commanding an Imperial Star Destroyer or raining death on any world that displeased her enough.
More than one competitor had learned too late not to underestimate Leonia Tavira.

Leonia strolled through the carbon-scored installation, the stench of ozone and burnt flesh everywhere. She was flanked on either side by stormtroopers, the white-armoured soldiers stepping nonchalantly over the charred corpses. On of the troopers nodded towards a crumpled door. “So nice to see you again, Bertan.”
The little man trembled. “You-you don’t understand, Tavira! I was…I was just-”
“Just what?” mocked the young woman. “Just taking my art out to be appraised? Just making sure it was safe from a cabal of thieves aboard Invidious?”
Bertan snapped his jaw shut, staring down at the ground. “I was… I was…” he whimpered softly.
Tavira seethed. “You were running off with my treasure, you sniveling little wretch! And you don’t even have the courage to admit it!” She reached over to a stormtrooper, taking his blaster rifle and stalking across the room, stepping in front of Bertan.
The blaster spoke, and someone yelped.
The stormtroopers spun as one, rifles flitting across the stacked boxes. Leonia looked up, stepping over the dead man’s body. She gestured to the troopers and they stepped back, filtering through the crates and boxes like ghosts. Leonia stepped through a small intersection, a small flicker of motion catching her eye. She turned, rifle at the ready and stopped, smiling as she confronted the ‘threat’. Curled up in a corner, her lekku wrapped around her shoulder, shaking like the temperature was near zero, was a blue-skinned Twi’lek dancing girl, wearing little more than a sparse gold-on-silver costume and the omnipresent Twi’lek headdress.
A stormtrooper suddenly materialized, his blaster raised, and the Twi’lek yelped again, shaking all the more.
“Put the gun down,” hissed Tavira as she looked over the shivering dancing girl, wondering how much she could get for her. Blue was uncommon, not rare, but Rutian Twi’leks fetched a decent price on the market. “And bring her along.”

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Leonia moaned softly as she stepped into the shower, ignoring the shuffling sounds of her crew in the next room as they rearranged her quarters, under orders to put the finest pieces of art out for her. The young pirate leader reached for a bottle of scented shampoo – worth as much as one of her clawcraft – letting the streaming warm water soak her hair before she squeezed out some of the glimmering gel, massaging it into her hair.
A long moment passed, with Tavira washing herself clean, letting the water scythe away the bubbles of the soap that clung to her body. The sounds had stopped from her bedroom and Leonia paused a long moment, but there was nothing but the hiss of the water. She smiled slowly, leaning back into the spray, letting the warm trails slide over her face, her neck, her full breasts, down her smooth skin. She moaned softly as she ran her hands over her soft mounds, sliding her fingers down her body. She purred as she teased the folds up her sex, slipping a finger into her moistening slit, her other hand cupping her soft, full breasts.
Leonia moaned softly as she masturbated, her cries increasing in volume as she fucked herself with increasing rapidity. The young woman pinched one of her nipples tightly between her fingers, hissing with indrawn breath at the sensation. The water slid over her pale skin in long crystalline trails as she sank to her knees as she slipped another finger into her tight sex, her other hand toying with her creamy mounds, her fingernails tracing their way around her nipples, teasing them to full erectness. Leonia’s moans dissolved as she panted heavily, fucking herself with an almost desperate speed. “Ah…. just one stormtrooper squad – that’s all I need,” purred the young ex-Moff as she continued fingering her wet slit.

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Feeling somewhat more relaxed, Leonia wrapped a towel around her head, stepping out of the shower. The doors to her quarters proper hissed open with the usual alarming speed of all Imperial architecture and the young woman stepped through. The young woman smiled as she gazed about her quarters at the ostentatious display of wealth; ancient paintings, delicate statures, fine furnishings and chests overflowing with coins and gems.
But none of that held Leonia’s attention more than the Twi’lek draped across her bed, the goldweave veils the alien wore contrasting sharply to her cerulean skin. The dancing girl’s eyes were closed and she shivered slightly as she slept.
Tavira’s eyes blazed as she recognized the girl from her encounter in the cargo unit and she strode forward, dumping the alien girl off the satin sheets. The Twi’lek squeaked in surprise as she landed onto the floor. The Imperial scrambled over the bed, hauling the blue girl up by a lek.
“What are you doing in my room?”
“Y-your pardon –ouch! – mistress,” winced the Twi’lek as she stood on her tiptoes. “I w-was just napping while - Ay! – I waited for y-ooh!”
Leonia released the alien girl, thinking hard. She planted her fists on her hips. “You were one of Bertan’s… artworks?”
The Twi’lek sniffed as she rubbed her sore lek. “Lethan Twi’leks are rare, but so are us Rutians.” She held up a hand towards Leonia. There were light, almost imperceptible silver trails running over her skin in a veinlike pattern. “I’m a Yel’rutian. Very rare, even more so than Lethans.”
Leonia seized the proffered hand and rubbed her thumb over the faint silver trails. They stayed in place and the young pirate’s head swam as she recalculated the Twi’lek’s worth. Rutians already fetch a high enough price, Lethans even better. But her… Tavira looked up. “What… skills do you have?”
The Twi’lek blinked. “What do you mean?”
Great. Millions of slave girls in the galaxy and I get the one with brukali for brains! Tavira pulled the alien girl’s hand to her bare breast. “These kind of skills,” she repeated irritably.
The Twi’lek’s eyes widened, but then she offered a sultry smile. “Those kinds…” she purred, rubbing her fingers over Leonia’s soft, wet skin. Her thumb trailed down to the human woman’s nipple and flicked gently over the hardening bud. She bent forward, her pink tongue sliding out to lick at Leonia’s cleavage, the Twi’lek’s soft tongue traveling down between the cleft of Leonia’s breasts Tavira opened her mouth with a sharp reprimand, preparing to push the alien girl back, when the Twi’lek’s tongue curved up over the underside of her breast, lapping its way to her erect nipple. Leonia moaned softly, reaching down over the Twi’lek’s smooth back, unclasping the strands that held her costume up. Golden fabric slid to the floor as Leonia leaned back onto her bed, the slave girl crawling on top of her. Leonia smiled with a twinge of nervousness; she’d never done it with an alien before! But there was just something so intoxicating about the blue-skinned slave, someone about the way her fingers and tongue moved…
Leonia suddenly reached up and seized the Twi’lek by the throat. “If I’m permitting someone to have sex me with me,” she purred. “I’d at least like to know their name.” Or designation, she thought wryly. “Seul’lietha, mistress,” replied the dancing girl as she ran her fingers up and down Leonia’s sides.
“Mistress, hmm?” Leonia smiled. “I like that. Now, come here.”
The human girl pulled Seulli to her, the Twi’lek yelping with laughter as the two women rolled across the bed, Leonia pinning the dancing girl down, holding her arms above her head. Seulli thrashed, giggling, arching her back and leaning up to kiss Leonia, pushing her tongue into the pirate leader’s mouth.
Leonia sucked on the oral intruder hungrily, massaging it with her own tongue. Both women moaned into each other’s mouths as their tongues battled between the young Imperial woman’s lips. The ex-Moff won, shoving Seulli’s tongue back into her mouth, her own tongue following. Seulli purred softly, her lekku writhing, sliding between their bodies and wrapped around Leonia’s breasts, squeezing the creamy mounds tightly.
There are some advantages to Twi’leks, thought Leonia with dull surprise. She reached forward, her dainty fingers sliding over Seulli’s smooth back, down to the smooth globes of the Twi’lek’s ass. Seulli moaned loudly around Leonia’s probing tongue as the human woman squeezed her sapphire buttocks.
The Twi’lek leaned back, breaking the kiss and ground herself against Leonia’s body, staring into her mistress’ wide eyes. “What do you want me to do?” she asked quietly. “I have many…skills.”
One of Leonia’s hands drifted up over the alien girl’s azure skin. The pirate leader smiled as she toyed with one of Seulli’s head-tails. The dancing girl closed her eyes and her breathing became faster as Leonia fondled the sensitive appendage. “I think,” drawled Leonia slowly. “That I’d like the grand tour.”
“As you desire, mistress,” purred the slave girl, bending her head down to Leonia’s breasts, her tiny pink tongue lapping as the human girl’s darkened areoles, licking across her creamy flesh, her lekku wrapping around Leonia’s shoulders in a mating embrace as her tongue lapped at Leonia’s soft mounds. Seulli’s lips wrapped around the human girl’s breast and her tongue lashed over her raised nipples. Not bad for alien meat, thought Leonia as she moaned softly, one of her hands stroking a lek, the other massaging the smooth globes of her ass. It wasn’t her first time with another girl; she’d overheard some junior officers talking about the skilled tongue of one of her bridge crew. Curious, she’d summoned the girl to her quarters. Some Corellian firewine had… eased the officer’s inhibitions and a length of coiltwine had kept her from running. Her tongue had been as advertised.
Leonia purred as the Twi’lek’s tongue lapped at her breasts. Not that this girl was without…. advantages of her own, but Tavira preferred less tenderness and more… ferocity in her partners. Although Twi’lek females weren’t known for their dominance, Leonia was sure she could make Seulli a bit more animated, but if not, well she was quite happy taking the lead. The human woman moved her other hand down to the alien’s soft buttcheeks, kneading the supple sapphire flesh as Seulli sucked and licked her way over Leonia’s cleavage.
The pirate leader dug her fingers into Seulli’s soft flesh, roughly massaging her buttocks, one of her hands suddenly abandoning its post to flail blindly across the bed, stopping when she found her dresser. A draw slid up and Leonia fished something up, her questing fingers telling her what it was, the young woman looking over the top of Seulli’s bald head to confirm it.
Good.
Seulli wasn’t quite sure what happened; one moment she was happily suckling on her mistress’ plump breasts, the next her ass-cheeks were spread apart and something was rudely forced into her tiny butthole. She abandoned her attentions to Leonia’s cleavage and squealed, clenching her eyes shut, her lekku threshing as she reached back.
Leonia slapped her hands away. “Oh, hush. You’re as bad as that bridge officer.” Seulli was still keening, though and Leonia sighed, reaching up and depressing a small catch on the dildo. It shivered slightly, releasing a sweet-smelling lubricant through pores in its exterior.
The Twi’lek kept casting worried glances at her rear. “Do you… I mean… I’ve never…”
Tavira cupped the blue girl’s chin, smiling maliciously. “Too bad,” she purred, slipping a finger between the alien girl’s pussy lips. The pirate leader bent her head and planted soft kisses across Seulli’s smooth sapphire skin as the alien girl cooed softly. Leonia caught one writhing tendril in a hand and started to stroke it, with a much-practiced ease. The blue slave moaned softly and shivered as Leonia toyed with her sensitive head-tail.
“More… please….” whimpered Seulli as she resumed lapping at Leonia’s breasts, the human woman’s hand massaging the writhing tendril, lightly scraping the soft skin with her nails. The slave girl gasped as Leonia fondled her, a sly grin spreading over the ex-Moff’s face. If she’d known Twi’lek’s were this easy, she might have picked one up years ago!
Leonia planted a kiss on the sapphire girl’s bald head. “Are you relaxed?” she murmured softly, pressing her cheek against the alien’s cool flesh.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that, mistress?”
“Of course,” corrected Leonia smoothly. “But if you’re calm, it makes it easier for me to do this.” With that, she rammed the dildo halfway up Seulli’s tight little butt. The Twi’lek’s squeezed her eyes shut and she keened loudly, her cry dwindling off into a pained whimper.
“That’s not so bad, is it? purred Leonia as she continued to stroke Seulli’s lekku.
The Twi’lek whimpered softly, “No, mistress.”
Leonia kissed her nose. “Liar. But now, I want some more direct satisfaction.” She sat halfway up, pushing Seulli’s bald head down between her creamy thighs.
The alien slave girl’s eyes twinkled. “As you wish.” Her little pink tongue slid out.
“As you wish, mistress,” murmured Seulli as she flicked her tongue out, lapping at Leonia’s wet slit.
The pirate moaned softly, leaning back onto the bed, cupping her breasts, each soft mound glistening with a sheen of Seulli’s saliva. The Twi’lek murmured in her own language as she continued her minstration, each move of her tongue eliciting a soft cry from her human mistress. The Twi’lek found Tavira’s moist clit. Leonia have up a soft cry as Seulli sucked gently on her clitty, the Twi’leks small tongue teasing her sex.
“Harder!” snapped Tavira between breaths as she reached down and seized ahold of one of Seulli’s lekku fiercely. The alien girl squeaked in pain, but her cry was understandably muffled, though she did drive her tongue deep into Tavira’s waiting snatch.
“Yes!” cried out Tavira as she grabbed her lover’s other head-tail, pulling on them like reins, drawing the sapphire girl’s face further up against her pussy. For her part, Seulli lashed at Tavira’s sex fiercely, her fingers squeezing the human woman’s creamy buttcheeks, the alien girl mewing softly as Tavira kneaded her lekku.
Seulli pressed the bridge of her nose against Leonia’s clit as she tongued the pirate leader as fast as she could, Tavira’s moans letting her know her actions were appreciated. The Twi’lek trilled softly, writhing as best she could, feeling the odd sensations from the dildo ensconced in her tight little butt. Tavira moaned loudly as her Twi’lek pleasured her, the human girl fondling Seulli’s lekku as she gripped them tightly.
Leonia gave out a little cry as she climaxed, pulling hard on Seulli’s lekku, feeling the Twi’lek’s tongue lap up her juices. The human released her grip on Seulli’s lekku and lay back, panting for moment. A sultry smile formed on the small girl’s face. “You’re very skilled,” she purred as she pulled her slave girl up onto her, kissing her on the top of her head. “Now, let’s try something else.”
Seulli bobbed her head as she licked her lips, letting Leonia slide out from underneath her. The human woman pushed the Twi’lek down against the fluffy mattress, straddling her sapphire rump... and the dildo sticking halfway out of it.
Tavira moaned softly as she sat down, impaling her herself on the shaft. She slid her hands under the Twi’lek and seized her breasts for a handle. The pirate leader slowly rose up and down on the pseudocock, gripping it tightly with her vaginal muscles. Each downstroke pushed it a bit further into Seulli’s ass and the Twi’lek keened softly, thrusting her rump back up at Tavira as the pirate leader rode her slave’s tender ass. Tavira tightened her grip on the blue girl’s breasts, squeezing her nipples between her fingers, watching as the alien’s lekku thrashed about in ecstasy. Leonia moaned as she continued impaling herself on the dildo, feeling Seulli buck against her. Both women’s cries hung in the air, entwining around each other.
The human woman slammed herself against her lover’s ass, the slapping sounds of their meeting flesh cutting through the passion-cries. Seulli suddenly lifted her head and cried out, a long musical sibilant as she climaxed. The Twi’lek collapsed to the bed, moaning softly as Leonia still continued to hump her butt, biting her hand as she rode harder and harder, Seulli squeaking softly as she got a second wind. Tavira released her grasp on the Twi’lek’s breasts, placing her small hands on the slave girl’s smooth back, bracing herself as she slammed her pussy down over the dildo, panting heavily.
“That’s more like it,” sighed Leonia as she bore down even harder against her lover, grinding herself up and down on the protruding device. Seulli’s cries came louder now as she began to egg on her mistress, her lekky curling underneath her form and wrapping around her breasts. Leonia louded, her nails raking across Seulli’s back as the human girl arched backwards tilting her head back, her mouth open in a silent cry as she orgasmed for the third time that night, her sex juices trickling down the gleaming dildo and over Seulli’s soft buttocks. Leonia collapsed on top of her slave, her breasts pressing against her bare back. She grabbed a lek while Seulli still whimpered for more.
“Good girl. Very good girl.”

They lay there in a tangle of sweaty sheets, Leonia’s head resting against Seulli’s breasts, the ex-Moff idly tracing lines across the sleeping Twi’lek’s glistening skin. Tavira smiled as the girl mewed softly in her sleep, her lekku twitching slowly. Leonia smiled playfully as she toyed with a dark blue nipple. Maybe she wouldn’t sell off this particular treasure anytime soon…

~*~ The End ~*~