surrounded by dead
new republic soldiers.
the hum of her saber
could be heard as the
last one dropoed. she
was finally dead as
her dear friends were
being slaughtered
around her.
chest lifting as she
takes in the stench
of death.
a moan vibrates her
hefty flesh mounds.
"mhmm."
"oh, relax.. you're not the only one.."
giving her a twirl. her own dancer's outfit accentuating her endlessly curvaceous figure. burning yellow orbs taking in hera's own. maybe she was staring for a little too long..
‘i will not. don’t push it.’
the rebel pilot snapped back. working together was bad enough, without the added humiliation of walking around in such an outfit.
"you love it."
smacking her fellow twi'lek's tight arse as she sauntered on towards the rebel scums ship. who would've thought they'd be working together.. .ᐣ against a common foe.. lovely.
emerging from her room, gone are the goggles and flight gear. barely covered now, green skin mostly exposed. the reader had convinced her to change into a dancer’s outfit.
‘i hate you.’
lovely . . . she'll slip into the water now , fiery yellow orbs remained on the cool pool the pair of them were sat within . soft humming sounds vibrate her large , hanging chest mounds .
" you have a name , Jedi .ᐣ "