Pleasure Before Business
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Category:
+G through L › Knights of the Old Republic
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
18,971
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, and I do not make any money from these writings. This is purely a work of fiction, and I do not profit from this story.
This Is No Dream
Chapter 5: This Is No Dream
Bastila went rigid in Carth's arms, torn between mortification and guilt as she stared at Revan. How would the former Dark Lord react, seeing another woman in her lover's arms--without her participation?
Carth turned his head to see what Bastila was looking at. "Well, and how long have you been awake?"
"Since you two began shaking the ship with your lovemaking," Revan said, her lips curving up in a smile as Bastila blushed.
"I'd apologize for waking you, except I'm pretty sure you enjoyed the show," Carth retorted.
"I sure did." Revan sat up and stretched, her long black hair falling down her back and her heavy breasts lifting as her arms reached towards the ceiling.
Bastila glanced over only to see Carth watching the display with rapt attention. Instead of jealousy, Bastila felt an odd longing, though she wasn't sure what for.
Revan looked down and smirked as Carth's shiny, oil-slick cock stirred. "Let's see how you taste in the morning, Bastila," she said as she knelt between his legs.
"I'm curious, myself," Carth murmured as he lay back, and surprised Bastila by pulling her up so that she faced Revan, straddled over his face. "Watch and learn, Bastila--I've wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around me for the longest time."
Revan pinched the tight skin of his testicles and grinned at his yelp. "Pay attention, Carth."
Bastila felt her face heat as she watched Revan wrap her large breasts around his half-erect cock, while Carth clasped his arms around Bastila's thighs and grasped her buttocks, forcing her to widen her legs and pushing her labia down into reach of his tongue.
Her breathing grew heavy as Carth's tongue probed her, lapping their mingled come up, his stubble scratching the inside of her thighs. The sight of Revan's tongue on his massive cock also excited her, and she watched as Carth thrust himself between Revan's breasts. Bastila leaned forward, holding herself up with her arms. Her fingers traced Carth's chiseled muscles, and Bastila lowered herself until she could lick at his flat belly.
Carth's groans reverberated up into the deepest parts of Bastila, and she responded by cupping his large, heavy balls while Revan licked and sucked at his slowly stiffening cock. Fascinated, Bastila rested against Carth's bucking body and ran her fingers through the thatch of curly dark hair that surrounded the thick base of his cock. His moans grew deeper as she added her tongue to Revan's, tasting their come on his soft skin, his spicy masculine flavor.
She did not know how long she stayed crouched over Carth; time ceased to have meaning as he laved and licked, feeling her heartbeat pulsing between her legs and in her clit. Experienced and expert, Carth seemed to know how to extract the greatest amount of pleasure from parts of her she didn't even know existed. His thick, strong fingers traced the crease of her buttocks and thrust into a most private spot while his tongue pushed between her labia. The alternating pressures in the different channels fanned the fire even higher in her gut.
His tongue lapped frantically against her labia and clit, and he thrust his hips up and down wildly as Bastila squeezed and fondled his balls. He was rigid once more, and this time Bastila could see it clearly. Revan's fingers barely met as she grasped him, her tongue swirling around and around the large bulbous head. Thick veins lined the length of his cock, twitching as he strained against her tongue. Revan was not able to take more than a few inches of him into her mouth, and Bastila wondered how she herself was supposed to be able to accommodate him.
The tendons in Carth's thighs stood out as Revan straddled him and lowered herself onto his ready cock, his relieved groan pulsing up into Bastila. His grip on Bastila's buttocks tightened almost painfully as Revan slowly slid down, and she reflexively squeezed his balls, eliciting another groan. Revan's labia was spread wide around his flesh; Bastila wondered if the look of pain alternating with pleasure on Revan's face had been on her own earlier.
Revan's arms and legs shook as she slowly engulfed Carth's cock, and her breasts heaved up and down, her breathing quickening. The large rosy nipples on Revan's breasts drew Bastila's attention, and she let go of his balls to grasp the other woman's arms. Revan's eyes flew open when Bastila took one of her nipples into her mouth, feeling the other's breast bouncing up and down against her face as she rode Carth.
Bastila felt her own breasts being squeezed and pinched by Revan's hands, and she in turn rode Carth's tongue as her impending orgasm drew closer. They clutched at each other over the man, leaning on each other for balance and support. Revan's nipple hardened and grew, and when Bastila withdrew to taste her other breast, she saw it had darkened, standing out like a fat bud against the aureole. The sight of it inflamed Bastila, and she cried out against Revan's breast as she orgasmed, her come lapped up eagerly by Carth.
She looked down at where the thick stalk of Carth's cock disappeared into Revan's body, the hair matted with sweat, oil and seed. The sight was incredibly erotic, and Bastila found she could not wait until Carth had recovered enough to take her again. Revan was bounced up and down by the force of Carth's thrusts, and she in turn ground against him with her hips. The other woman embraced Bastila and pressed her lips against hers. Bastila's eyes widened as Revan's tongue darted into her mouth, matching the rhythm of Carth's inside Bastila.
The other woman's mouth tasted much unlike Carth's; there was no caffa, only the sweetness of wine and the saltiness of come. Revan hung onto Bastila as she tore her mouth away to cry out, her body stiffening as she came. Carth bounced and rocked both of the women as his orgasm was wrung from him, his body jerking and twitching under Bastila. Her thighs squeezed his head as he suckled and nipped her clit, his fingers thrusting deeply into her. Bastila dug her nails into Revan's back and cried out as another orgasm ripped through her.
They toppled onto Carth as their pleasure and climaxes weakened their limbs, a languid ease settling into their bodies. Bastila fell to Carth's side and felt him wrap an arm around her, feeling sore inside and out.
Revan dropped down, her breasts flattening against Carth's chest. Bastila realized he was still deep within Revan, his muscles rippling as he continued to slowly thrust into the other woman. Revan's thighs clenched and unclenched as she wrung the soldier's cock of every bit of come. Bastila watched it all with wide eyes.
Revan reached forward and kissed him thoroughly; Bastila could feel the depth of their emotion for each other, their love, and felt like an outsider. Was there any place for her with them?
How had this happened?
Bastila went rigid in Carth's arms, torn between mortification and guilt as she stared at Revan. How would the former Dark Lord react, seeing another woman in her lover's arms--without her participation?
Carth turned his head to see what Bastila was looking at. "Well, and how long have you been awake?"
"Since you two began shaking the ship with your lovemaking," Revan said, her lips curving up in a smile as Bastila blushed.
"I'd apologize for waking you, except I'm pretty sure you enjoyed the show," Carth retorted.
"I sure did." Revan sat up and stretched, her long black hair falling down her back and her heavy breasts lifting as her arms reached towards the ceiling.
Bastila glanced over only to see Carth watching the display with rapt attention. Instead of jealousy, Bastila felt an odd longing, though she wasn't sure what for.
Revan looked down and smirked as Carth's shiny, oil-slick cock stirred. "Let's see how you taste in the morning, Bastila," she said as she knelt between his legs.
"I'm curious, myself," Carth murmured as he lay back, and surprised Bastila by pulling her up so that she faced Revan, straddled over his face. "Watch and learn, Bastila--I've wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around me for the longest time."
Revan pinched the tight skin of his testicles and grinned at his yelp. "Pay attention, Carth."
Bastila felt her face heat as she watched Revan wrap her large breasts around his half-erect cock, while Carth clasped his arms around Bastila's thighs and grasped her buttocks, forcing her to widen her legs and pushing her labia down into reach of his tongue.
Her breathing grew heavy as Carth's tongue probed her, lapping their mingled come up, his stubble scratching the inside of her thighs. The sight of Revan's tongue on his massive cock also excited her, and she watched as Carth thrust himself between Revan's breasts. Bastila leaned forward, holding herself up with her arms. Her fingers traced Carth's chiseled muscles, and Bastila lowered herself until she could lick at his flat belly.
Carth's groans reverberated up into the deepest parts of Bastila, and she responded by cupping his large, heavy balls while Revan licked and sucked at his slowly stiffening cock. Fascinated, Bastila rested against Carth's bucking body and ran her fingers through the thatch of curly dark hair that surrounded the thick base of his cock. His moans grew deeper as she added her tongue to Revan's, tasting their come on his soft skin, his spicy masculine flavor.
She did not know how long she stayed crouched over Carth; time ceased to have meaning as he laved and licked, feeling her heartbeat pulsing between her legs and in her clit. Experienced and expert, Carth seemed to know how to extract the greatest amount of pleasure from parts of her she didn't even know existed. His thick, strong fingers traced the crease of her buttocks and thrust into a most private spot while his tongue pushed between her labia. The alternating pressures in the different channels fanned the fire even higher in her gut.
His tongue lapped frantically against her labia and clit, and he thrust his hips up and down wildly as Bastila squeezed and fondled his balls. He was rigid once more, and this time Bastila could see it clearly. Revan's fingers barely met as she grasped him, her tongue swirling around and around the large bulbous head. Thick veins lined the length of his cock, twitching as he strained against her tongue. Revan was not able to take more than a few inches of him into her mouth, and Bastila wondered how she herself was supposed to be able to accommodate him.
The tendons in Carth's thighs stood out as Revan straddled him and lowered herself onto his ready cock, his relieved groan pulsing up into Bastila. His grip on Bastila's buttocks tightened almost painfully as Revan slowly slid down, and she reflexively squeezed his balls, eliciting another groan. Revan's labia was spread wide around his flesh; Bastila wondered if the look of pain alternating with pleasure on Revan's face had been on her own earlier.
Revan's arms and legs shook as she slowly engulfed Carth's cock, and her breasts heaved up and down, her breathing quickening. The large rosy nipples on Revan's breasts drew Bastila's attention, and she let go of his balls to grasp the other woman's arms. Revan's eyes flew open when Bastila took one of her nipples into her mouth, feeling the other's breast bouncing up and down against her face as she rode Carth.
Bastila felt her own breasts being squeezed and pinched by Revan's hands, and she in turn rode Carth's tongue as her impending orgasm drew closer. They clutched at each other over the man, leaning on each other for balance and support. Revan's nipple hardened and grew, and when Bastila withdrew to taste her other breast, she saw it had darkened, standing out like a fat bud against the aureole. The sight of it inflamed Bastila, and she cried out against Revan's breast as she orgasmed, her come lapped up eagerly by Carth.
She looked down at where the thick stalk of Carth's cock disappeared into Revan's body, the hair matted with sweat, oil and seed. The sight was incredibly erotic, and Bastila found she could not wait until Carth had recovered enough to take her again. Revan was bounced up and down by the force of Carth's thrusts, and she in turn ground against him with her hips. The other woman embraced Bastila and pressed her lips against hers. Bastila's eyes widened as Revan's tongue darted into her mouth, matching the rhythm of Carth's inside Bastila.
The other woman's mouth tasted much unlike Carth's; there was no caffa, only the sweetness of wine and the saltiness of come. Revan hung onto Bastila as she tore her mouth away to cry out, her body stiffening as she came. Carth bounced and rocked both of the women as his orgasm was wrung from him, his body jerking and twitching under Bastila. Her thighs squeezed his head as he suckled and nipped her clit, his fingers thrusting deeply into her. Bastila dug her nails into Revan's back and cried out as another orgasm ripped through her.
They toppled onto Carth as their pleasure and climaxes weakened their limbs, a languid ease settling into their bodies. Bastila fell to Carth's side and felt him wrap an arm around her, feeling sore inside and out.
Revan dropped down, her breasts flattening against Carth's chest. Bastila realized he was still deep within Revan, his muscles rippling as he continued to slowly thrust into the other woman. Revan's thighs clenched and unclenched as she wrung the soldier's cock of every bit of come. Bastila watched it all with wide eyes.
Revan reached forward and kissed him thoroughly; Bastila could feel the depth of their emotion for each other, their love, and felt like an outsider. Was there any place for her with them?
How had this happened?