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Chapter 1

A favor for a favor

The wind buffeted against Rey's mask covered face, making the fabric ripple against her lips as her speeder zoomed across the desert plain at breakneck speed. She fully savored the rush, basking in the simple yet oh so liberating pleasure of riding with the engine cranked to the max, the billowing fabric of her tattered, sun bleached clothing flapping behind her. The desolate, barren wasteland passed her by as little more than a pale blur in her periphery, only broken up by the titanic wrecks of old, fallen starships which served as a constant reminder of the one significant event in Jakku's history.

Rey scanned the vast expanse of open desert ahead, brown eyes squinting behind the protective lenses of her goggles. Then, starting as nothing more than the tiniest pin-prick far away on the horizon, came the all too familiar sight of Niima Outpost. It quickly grew in size at her approach, and once she was past the first few of the vaporators, where she began to be able to make out the different structures and scattered buildings of sand ravaged steel and canvas in more detail, she began to ease back on the throttle. She zigzagged between the last couple of sand dunes and hit the brakes, skidding to a halt before parking at the outskirts of the settlement.

The young scavenger girl reclined in her seat. Feeling the low hum of the idling engine against her thighs she unhurriedly removed her goggles and peeled her mask and head coverings off her face, freeing her brown hair before letting out a weary sigh. She wiped the sweat off her brow and closed her eyes, allowing herself just a brief moment of stillness after a grueling day of hard work.

Not that there frankly ever were any other type of days to find on Jakku.

Rey took a deep, calming breath, then turned her head and looked to the sky. It wouldn't be long until evening now. The scorching sun had already passed its highest peak hours ago and was now slowly making it's daily journey down towards the horizon. The thought couldn't help but make the edges of her lips curl into the faintest hint of a smile.

Jakku, the little dust-ball of a planet right out in the middle of nowhere space, was a harsh world, not a beautiful one. Unless you had a great appreciation for sand, cliffs, and the abandoned hulks of old warships, then you'd find that sights of beauty were very much few and far between. But to Rey, the setting of the sun was indeed one of those rare sights.

Sure, most of the time the sun was just yet another oppressive force that bore down on you with its heat and made an already hard life even harder. But in the evenings it would always change. Its harsh blinding light would grow softer as it descended from the sky, bathing the sandy dunes in hues of orange and red and paint the sky with pinks and purples, marking the end of yet another day before finally dipping from view altogether, covering everything in a dark blanket with a clear view of the stars.

She knew it was foolish, but to her it almost served as a symbol of hope that maybe tomorrow would bring something better.

Maybe tomorrow they would be back...

Rey quickly shook her head, pushing those thoughts away. She shut off the engine before sliding out of her seat and landed on the densely packed sand which had been paved by thousands of footsteps ever since the establishment of the settlement years ago. With a deftly fluid motion, born from daily repetition, she then reached under the hood of her speeder for a certain wire that she'd intentionally left loose, hidden if you didn't already know where it was, and attached it to the hull. Even if some would-be thief managed to circumvent the fingerprint scanner she'd installed, they would be in for quite a shocking surprise.

Rey grabbed her quarterstaff and satchel, but she couldn't help but frown when she pulled the strap over her shoulder. She could immediately tell something was off simply by the way that it weighed on her. After a brief inspection she quickly found the cause to be a large tear that had formed where the strap connected to the bag itself.

"Blast it!" Rey cursed in frustration and made a mental note to repair it as soon as she got home. She gently adjusted her grip, easing the full weight and strain off the strap by clutching the bag under her arm. The unwelcome prospect of additional work was annoying, but feeling the hidden objects shifting against her body through the fabric brightened her mood. She had a good haul today.

Beings of all manner of sizes and species passed Rey by as she made her way through the outpost at a quick pace. She only briefly stopped once to exchange a greeting and a few pleasant words with Bobbajo the Crittermonger—the elderly Nu-Cosian trundling along like he usually did with his menagerie of caged creatures strapped to his back—before continuing on towards the cleaning tables. She garnered a few brief but disinterested looks from some of the other occupants at her approach, before their attention quickly returned to their own tasks, a couple of older ladies engaging in the latest bout of hushed gossip.

Not paying them any more attention than they did her, Rey found herself an empty spot at a table in the shade under an awning roof, and wasted little time getting her tools out to begin. Competition was always a factor when selling your salvage and proper presentation could be key in getting a better deal, so it was with a steady and careful hand that Rey got to work.

Once she felt properly satisfied with her handiwork, Rey flexed her hands, trying to get some feeling back into her stiffened fingers. She may have gone a bit overboard with the powercell she'd wrenched out of a totaled astromech droid, but seeing it practically shine in her hands made it all worth it in the end. She carfully put everything back into her bag and then made for the largest building in Niima and her final stop of the day; Unkar Plutt's Concession Stand.

The Concession Stand, made from a converted cargo crawler, was an awning roofed blockhouse at the very centre of Niima where the settlemen's many scavengers would inevitably find themselves each day. It was namely from there that Unkar Plutt ran his whole junk trading operation, paying food in exchange for scrap and scavenged technology he deemed good and viable enough to be sold on in turn. If there were anyone who held a fond opinion of the harsh and miserly Crolute, Rey had never met them, but with his iron grip on the most readily available supply of food it wasn't like anyone could do anything about it.

Rey made a slight face once she saw the unusual length of the line formed by her fellow scavengers, all waiting impatiently to exchange their own salvage for the life essential rations Unkar provided. Rey sighed but hurried to take her place at the back without any fuzz. More people were coming and she didn't want to wait longer than she needed.

With one hand firmly gripping her staff Rey used the other to protectively draw her satchel closer against her body. She didn't think anyone would be so brazen as to try to steal this close to the exchange, especially in open view of the watchful eyes of Plutt's thuggish enforcers who eagerly looked for any excuse to exercise the authority handed to them by the junk dealer. But one could never be too careful. Hunger had a tendency of making people desperate.

The throng of people shuffled along at a slow but steady pace, silent except for the odd whisper among teams of scavengers and the loud barking of Unkar Plutt urging the next person in line to step forward. Wait. Next! Forward. Wait. Next! Forward. Rinse and repeat.

So it continued for the better part of half an hour. But the relative quiet was then all of a sudden broken by a loud and frightened bray.

People around her craned their necks in order to get a better look, and Rey followed suit. Ahead in line she quickly found the source of the noise; one of her fellow scavengers, a large-headed old Bith who was desperately trying to get his heavily packed eopie under control. Something must have seriously spooked the animal, and after a brief struggle with its master, violently tossing its head from side to side, it managed to tear the reins right out of his hands. The beast reared itself back on its hind legs, braying and kicking its forelimbs in the air before it turned itself right around and broke off in a mad dash.

Right towards the people waiting behind them in line.

A collective cry of alarm went up as everyone scattered in a panic to avoid getting trampled. Rey herself managed to jump out of the way at the last possible moment, hitting the sand just as the animal thundered past her.

Kicking up a thick cloud of dust it took off with its owner quickly giving chase after it, desperately calling out for it to stop.

As the dust began to settle, the people slowly emerged from their impromptu hiding places. Some spoke in worried and hushed tones as they warily looked around with nervous glances to see if the coast was truly clear or if the stampeding eopie would return for a second charge. A couple of Teedos, sharing a quick look, chose this opportunity to cut to the front of the line and in an instant it was as if a spell had been broken with every scavenger now suddenly rushing forward. Where there had once been an orderly line just minutes ago, there was now something more like a roiling mass of shoving and cursing people, each fighting to either keep their spot or to get ahead of everyone else.

Behind the grated window of the Concession Stand's booth, the metal plates Unkar Plutt wore like an apron rattled as he quickly raised his incredible bulk to its full height. Slamming down a meaty fist on the counter he loudly barked for order, but his command fell on deaf ears, the people too lost in the chaos to pay him any heed.

Plutt growled and angrily gestured for three of his guards who then approached the crowd with cudgels raised to break it up.

Rey could only roll her eyes as she watched the spectacle go down from her prone position. She let out a small grunt as she got to her knees but suddenly stilled and felt a sinking feeling take hold in the pit of her stomach when she realized something.

She no longer had her satchel on her.

That feeling quickly turned to despair when she looked over her shoulder and quickly found it a small distance behind her. The shoulder-strap that previously had merely been torn was now completely ripped off, and as the bag laid flat against the ground a very distinct hoof print could be clearly seen outlined square in the center of it.

Rey quickly rushed over to it, dodging and moving around the other scavengers as she did, hoping against all hope that it wouldn't be as bad as it looked. However, those hopes were quickly dashed when she reached down and finally took hold of the satchel. She couldn’t just hear but also feel through the fabric of the bag how the broken pieces of mechanical and electronic components shifted and ground their sharp edges against each other.

The little voice in her head that practically pleaded "it can't possibly have broken everything" was silenced when Rey dared to look inside. The couplers, the motherboards, and even the powercell, top quality components sure to keep her fed for days, all of them reduced to useless, broken pieces of scrap.

Her arms went slack and hung limply at her sides, her mind going blank, unable to process the unfairness of it all. It passed in a second and her hands balled tightly into fists. Her nails dug into her palms as her knuckles whitened, her arms shuddering with tension. All that work and nothing to show for it! Rey bit the inside of her cheek almost hard enough to draw blood and fought down the almost overwhelming urge to scream her frustration for all to hear, but even harder than that she fought back against the tears which threatened to well up in her eyes.

Quickly grabbing her staff Rey turned on her heel and stormed off. She made a point to not meet anyone's eye as she grappled with the fact that she now would have to go to bed hungry. There simply wasn't enough time to go out and try to find anymore salvage and return to the exchange before closing time.

Rey trudged through Niima in a daze. Her feet were like lead as she forced herself forward, practically out of sheer inertia alone, and her head hung low as she did her best to ignore everything and everyone around her. She angrily rubbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her arm wrappings, trying to keep her tears at bay while dark thoughts swirled like a storm in her head, each clattering of the broken pieces of scrap under her arm sounding like cruel, mocking laughter to her ears.

As she made her way through the market, Rey couldn't help but catch an unwanted whiff of skewered bloggin meat from one of the vendors. The delicious smell made her mouth water and not for the first time did she curse Unkar Plutt's name over the fact that he had forbidden the vendors from ever selling or trading their wares to his scavengers.

Rey shook her head and continued on in miserable silence.

She was about halfway back to her speeder, still not knowing what to do, when she caught a glimpse of red at the edge of her periphery. There was the sound of quick footsteps and a familiar voice called out to her.

"Hey, Rey! Wait up!" it cried and it took all the willpower Rey had left to not groan in frustration.

"Leave me be, Gevin," Rey said dejectedly without breaking her stride, not even able to muster up the energy to give the Twi'lek boy a glance over her shoulder as he approached her at a jog. "I'm not in the mood."

Pointedly ignoring her the footsteps came closer and closer as Gevin quickly caught up with her. He made a sudden dash to get in front of her, his lekku whipping through the air as he spun around in a half pirouette. But as Rey refused to stop for him he soon found himself forced to walk backwards, almost stumbling at first as he did his best to match her pace.

Rey kept her gaze firmly on the ground right before her own feet, giving no further acknowledgment to his presence.

Gevin cleared his throat. "I, uh, saw what happened back there," he tried. "A real shame. Ol' man Hobbuw really ought to keep that ornery beast of his in better check. I actually just told Kenry the other day-"

Gevin blabbered on and Rey, occupied by her own troubled thoughts as she was, only managed to take in about half of what he was saying, the words pattering incessantly against the wall she'd tried to put up. When it became clear he refused to take the hint, Rey let out an exasperated sigh and stopped walking. Gevin must not have been expecting that as he continued on for a couple of additional backwards steps before finally catching on, his stream of words stopping when he nearly tripped over his own feet. The simple drawstring bag he'd been carrying over his shoulder swung through the air as he quickly righted himself up in a way that screamed "I totally meant to do that".

Rey slowly raised her head and looked Gevin right in his plain and narrow face, giving him a flat and tired look. He answered her with an unsteady grin, giving a hint of the front tooth which had been broken after a nasty fall, and not for the first time did she think that the lanky boy's naturally bright red skin made it look like he had been cooking in the sun for days.

She sighed again.

While she really didn't have the energy to deal with him right now, Rey tried reminding herself that Gevin wasn't a bad fellow. Just...awkward. A bit of an oddball. Possessing a serious motormouth and an almost notorious inability to read the room he tended to get on many people's nerves as, if given the chance, he could and would talk your ear off about whatever hare-brained, barely thought out scheme he'd just come up with to make it big and get off Jakku.

Realistically that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon as his middling skills really weren't anywhere near enough to meet the very lofty ambitions he had, but never tell him that. With his head ever in the stars he was convinced that it was simply a matter of time. He had even gotten it into his head that he was destined to become the next Lando Calrissian; a dashing, sharpshooting rogue captaining a fast ship of his own, every day a new adventure, and with an adoring girl waiting for him in every spaceport from the very depths of the Core Worlds to the farthest reaches of the Outer Rim.

As a young girl, Gevin's tall tales and bold claims had never failed to lift Rey's spirits and make her laugh. The two of them had found common ground in their shared lack of parents, and she'd been happy to at least have someone her own age to spend time with between chores and salvage jobs.

But that was years ago, and the young Twi'lek now found himself in that awkward transitional period where he was no longer a boy but it simply felt wrong calling him a man. Puberty hadn't exactly done him many favors except for making him surprisingly tall, nearly over half a head taller than Rey was, but it was in the way where it locked like someone had taken hold of him at both ends and simply stretched him out. Add to that the lack of any real muscle on his bones, combined with the slouchy way he usually carried himself, it only further served to make him look awkward and gangly. The worn and threadbare clothing he always wore didn't help—managing the seemingly impossible feat of simultaneously looking a size or two too small while also hanging loosely on his thin frame, covered by a vest which had been patched up so many times it was anyone's guess if any of the original fabric even remained at this point. And, as usual, his wide and bumpy forehead was covered by the same dirty headscarf he always wore, greasy and stained.

At any other time Rey wouldn't have minded to stay for a chat, to hear what was going on in her old friend's life and what sort of nonsense he'd gotten into this time. But today... today she simply had no patience to spare.

"What do you want, Gevin?" she asked, tone weary.

Gevin's grin grew a bit strained at the unusually cold reception but did not let it deter him. "Right, straight to business," he chuckled nervously. He quickly unslung his bag from his shoulder and let it drop to the ground, it's contents making a faint rustling sound as it landed by his feet. "So," he said, clapping his hands together, "as I was saying. I couldn't help but see what happened back there. Some real shitty luck. But," he held up a finger, "I believe I can be of assistance."

Rey arched an eyebrow and gave Gevin a dubious look. When it became evident that that was the only response he was going to get at this point he cleared his throat and soldiered on.

"Well, d'you remember me telling you how I joined up with the Kood brothers' crew a while back?"

Rey blinked and furrowed her brow, wondering where he was going with this. She did remember him telling her about it. He'd been very excited at the time, convinced he would be able to easily climb the ranks and use them as a stepping stone for finally getting off Jakku. She, however, had her doubts about that.

With a sigh Rey leaned against her staff. "Yes, that does ring a bell," she said.

It was common for scavengers to form up into groups in order to pool resources and individual skills. In theory it meant that you could go after bigger scores and haul back more salvage than you ever could on your own, and there was a certain security in working in numbers. The downside, of course, was that you had to share the rewards of any job with the rest of the team, and not every trip out into the Starship Graveyard was guaranteed to end up as a success. Rey had worked for other scavengers herself as a young girl, years ago before she'd gained the skills and the confidence to make it on her own.

The Kood brothers, Lim and Hudwal, were a pair of Duros who ran a crew about a dozen strong, making them one of the larger salvaging teams operating out of Niima. As far as taskmasters went you could certainly do worse, but that didn't make them good people in Rey's book. They operated with a strict hierarchy, with them always standing at the top and calling all the shots, taking a larger cut of the spoils, and making those at the bottom of the ladder do the hardest, most menial work. They also had a reputation of being rather unforgiving when it came to failure, and if you didn't pull your weight you were simply kicked out without hesitation.

Rey gave Gevin a nod to continue.

"Well, we just got our payment from a big job and..." With a wide, almost smug looking grin on his face Gevin squatted down and started untying the loop on his bag. Giving a quick look over his shoulder, almost as if to make sure that no one was spying on them, he opened the bag up and gave Rey a nod, urging her to take a look inside.

Rey cocked an eyebrow and she warily leaned forward to see whatever it was that Gevin was so itching to show her. At first she couldn't quite make out what she was looking at, something which Gevin must have noticed as he quickly made sure to widen the opening for her, adjusting the angle of his grip to allow for more sunlight to reveal well over a dozen full portions of ration packs inside.

Rey's eyes widened in shock. "How in the world did you get so many?" she asked in disbelief, taking in the sight of the haul Gevin had somehow managed to get his hands on.

"Okay, so here's the scoop," Gevin said as he jumped back up on his feet. A big grin spread across his face that showcased the gap made by his broken front tooth as he animatedly began weaving his tale. "About six days ago, me and the gang struck gold! Well, not actual gold—now wouldn't that have been something to show the Blobfish!—but y'know what I mean. Anyway, it all started with Vull—y'know, the Gotal guy with the stutter—noticing something shimmering in the dunes, and he told-"

Rey held up a hand, stopping him mid sentence. "Gevin, you're rambling again," she stated simply. She was trying her level best to be patient, but she knew from experience that they would be here for quite a while if she didn't do something to hurry Gevin along.

"We found a kriffing A-wing!" Gevin exclaimed, so visibly excited that the tips of his head-tails almost seemed to be dancing they were moving so much. "A whole-ass, almost completely intact A-wing, halfway buried in the dunes by Weeper's Gorge!"

Rey blinked, unable to hide her surprise from showing on her face. "Weeper's Gorge? But that place was supposed to have been picked clean years ago. How could anyone miss a whole starfighter? And did you say intact?"

Gevin nodded eagerly. "A bit busted up, but yeah, pretty much intact. Must've been flying real low when the pilot was blasted right through the canopy. Blam! Right in the face!" He laughed and gesticulated wildly, acting out the scene of how it may have gone down, and Rey couldn't help but make a face at the sheer morbidity of it all. "As for how no one else found it," Gevin eventually continued, "I guess it was simply buried too deep, with just a part of it coming uncovered after that sandstorm we had the day before. We would probably have walked right past it if Vull hadn't noticed something. We quickly went a digging and the bosses called in a few favors from some Teedos. Had their luggabeasts help us with hauling it to our spot to give it a proper look. Sadly, nothing we did could make it start back up again, so they simply told us to start taking it apart. We've been busy dismantling it before selling whole crates filled with parts to the Blobfish."

Rey couldn't help but frown. She would've really liked to have been able to take a look at it. She couldn't say if she'd been able to fix the fighter up where the Koods' own mechanics had failed, what with it having been buried in sand for three decades, but it would have been nice to make the attempt.

She quickly decided to put it out of her mind. There was no sense in dwelling on such things. She refocused her attention back on Gevin, sensing that his tale was coming to an end.

Gevin crossed his thin arms over his chest and leaned back, a bright if slightly broken grin on his face as his gangly frame almost seemed to swell with pride.

"So, I guess what I mean to say is that while I'm not exactly swimming in riches at the moment," he gave a quick nod to the bag at his feet, "luckily for you I do have some food to spare."

Rey's eyes widened. Of all the things she'd anticipated to come out of Gevin's mouth, this wholly unexpected offer of generosity was not one of them. For a brief moment she could only gape in silence as she struggled for words. "You really... you would just give me some?" she asked, hesitantly but with a glimmer of hope growing in her chest. She suddenly felt downright awful about the cold treatment she'd given him.

Gevin hesitated, an odd expression flashing across his face. "Well, not exactly," he admitted at length, awkwardly scratching beneath the bandana covering his forehead. "I was thinking more of a you scratch my back I'll scratch yours kind of deal. A favor for a favor, if you will."

Giving a slow nod Rey tried to not let the slight disappointment she felt show. It was not aimed at Gevin, more the sad reality they lived in. On Jakku, in Niima especially, the unfortunate harsh truth of things was that one could rarely afford to be so generous as to just freely hand out anything of value without asking for something in return. Bartering, on the other hand, despite Plutt's best efforts to crack down on it, was commonplace between scavengers, and people with a surplus of rations would often use them as currency in lieu of actual money in order to pay for goods and services.

"Well, I certainly wouldn't say no to that," Rey said, giving Gevin a small smile. She was actually genuinely touched by his offer to help her out and could already feel her spirits lift. It seemed she wouldn't have to go to bed hungry after all. "So, what would you have me do?" she asked. "Do you need me to take a look at your audio-player? Did it stop working again?"

Gevin grew strangely quiet.

"N-no," he finally managed to say. He rubbed awkwardly at his neck, "I... had something else in mind." His usual bravado was suddenly gone and his eyes darted left and right, unable to quite meet hers for longer than a few seconds at a time. Also, most of the time Gevin would talk just as much with his hands as with his words, with large and wide gestures, but now he was merely fidgeting with them, like he had no idea what to do with them.

Rey blinked. Why was Gevin acting so weird all of a sudden? Well, weird for him that is. She really wasn't used to seeing him act so skittish. "Okay," she said at length. "And what is that?"

For a moment Gevin seemed to be grasping at straws for what to say, his mouth opening and closing several times as he tried to find his words while Rey waited patiently. He took a breath before he finally spoke. "Look, we've... known each other for, well, years now, right? We're friends, right?"

Rey smiled. "I would say so, yeah."

"And sometimes friends do things for each other, right?" He gave a shaky grin, his words coming easier, faster, as he'd seemingly found his thread.

"Suuure," Rey allowed, her smile dipping a bit. There was an odd feeling in her gut, and she wondered where exactly Gevin was going with all of this.

"Well, see, there's this... thing I've wanted to ask you for some time now," Gevin said. "But I'm not sure if there's really a... good way to ask for it..."

Rey frowned. A thing? What thing? Also, was it just her imagination or was Gevin looking even redder than usual?

"Look," she said, feeling her patience starting to wear thin, "I'm sure that whatever it is isn't a big deal. So just spit it out."

Gevin gave a nod, closing his eyes before taking a deep breath, slowly exhaling as he straightened his back. It was almost as if he was steeling himself, mentally preparing for some great challenge. When he finally opened his eyes again, locking them with hers, he still seemed as nervous as could be, but there was now a look of resolve on his face. Rey was honestly almost taken aback at the sudden fire in his orange eyes, something which she had never seen before in the years she had known him.

"Do you think you could blow me?"

Rey just looked at Gevin, unable to do anything but blankly stare at him for a good long while. The boy began to squirm uncomfortably under her gaze as the silence washed away whatever confidence he'd managed to muster up. Rey had heard the words he'd said perfectly clear, but for some reason her brain simply didn't seem able to process the meaning behind what had been asked of her—like a lagging computer having trouble responding to a command.

Seconds rolled on by and Rey blinked once, then twice, and suddenly Gevin's audacious request finally clicked in her mind, her eyes going wide as they instantly and unwillingly went straight to his crotch. A heavy blush quickly spread across her face—making her almost match the tone of the young Twi'lek's skin—before her gaze almost immediately shot right back up to Gevin's eyes and her face twisted into a mask of fury.

She allowed her bag to drop to the ground and in a single fluid motion she whirled her staff around and thrust it forward, not actually striking Gevin but merely threateningly placing the tip beneath his chin. She tilted his head upward before taking two steps forward, forcing him to follow suit if he didn't wish to get jabbed in the throat.

"You...!" Rey growled.

"It was just a suggestion!" Gevin exclaimed with wide eyes shining with panic. He held up his splayed open hands in a placating gesture, clearly hoping to escape any bodily harm the enraged scavenger girl might wish to visit upon his gangly form.

"Well you can take your suggestion and shove it up a happabore's backside!" Rey hissed through gritted teeth. She traced the end of her staff down to Gevin's chest and none to gently gave him a sudden shove, toppling him backwards. The Twi'lek had just enough time to let out a less-than-masculine sounding squeak, which then quickly turned into a low oof as his body crumbled into an undignified heap in the sand.

Gevin gave a quick shake of his head to get his bearings back when Rey cast her shadow over him. He peered up in confusion right as the angry girl firmly planted her feet on either side of his body, appearing to him almost like a dark spirit of wrath as she loomed over him with the sun at her back. The Twi'lek's eyes widened in fright as they zeroed in on the business end of her weapon, now hovering uncomfortably close just above his face.

"Gevin, I want you to listen very carefully because I will only say this once," Rey said as she looked down at him, her brown eyes boring into his. Her voice may have been deceptively calm, but only a fool would have been able to miss the simmering fury behind each carefully enunciated word that left her lips. "Trees will sprout from the sands, Unkar Plutt will start handing out food for free, and oceans will drown the deserts before I would ever in a thousand cycles even consider touching your filthy little-!"

It was at that exact moment that Rey's empty traitor of a stomach decided that it had been ignored for far too long, letting its displeasure be known by emitting a loud growl worthy of a Wookiee.

The universe froze.

Whatever words Rey had planned to say next instantly died on her tongue. The angry blush that had just cleared once more spread like a pink veil across her face. She stared down into Gevin's eyes and by the look of him he had not only heard her but he also clearly knew that she knew that he had heard her. Staying perfectly still he simply laid there, completely frozen in place, as if a single twitch would set her off, and at this point he looked like all he wanted was for the sand to swallow him whole.

Rey angrily held Gevin's gaze, the seconds ticking by in tense, uncomfortable silence before she finally lowered her weapon and took a step back. Her thoughts were racing through her head like a pack of tuned up swoop bikes going round and round in laps inside her skull.

You're hungry.

Not that hungry!

You will be.

I will be fine!

Will you? You're hungry now, and with neither supper nor breakfast tomorrow's going to be unbearable.

I'll figure something out!

Oh, will you? Splendid! Let's hear it then.

...

Only through sheer force of will did Rey refrain from stamping her feet as she mentally went through every single curse word and obscenity she knew—even inventing a few new ones—as she came to a decision.

Hunger really did make you desperate.

"Fine," she bit out.

Gevin looked up at her with a confused look on his face. "Fine what?" he asked dumbly.

Rey growled and ground her teeth in frustration. Why was she forced to say it out loud? That somehow just made it worse. "Fine, I'll do it. I'll suck your..." She angrily waved her hand in the general direction of Gevin's crotch as words suddenly failed her.

For a moment it seemed like all Gevin could do was openly gape at her, his eyes wide as he opened and closed his mouth a full three times before his face took on a look that could only be described as pure unbridled excitement. In less time than it took to blink, Gevin had already jumped back up on his feet, scattering sand everywhere as the widest grin Rey had ever seen in her life spread across his face.

"For real? You'll do it?" he blabbered excitedly, looking and sounding like someone had just offered him a large case full of credits and a one-way ticket to a tropical resort-world. "You'll actually give me a-?"

"Keep your voice down!" Rey shushed him, waving frantically with her free hand. She gave a quick look around, afraid that anyone had been listening in, but thankfully it seemed like anyone still around was too preoccupied with their own personal business to pay any real attention to what appeared to be a simple spat between two teenagers. She hung her head and let out a resigned sigh. "Yes, I'll…do that. Let's find somewhere private and get it over with."

It should have been physically impossible but Gevin's grin seemed to grow even wider, prominently displaying his chipped tooth, and the Twi'lek boy was practically bouncing in place with an almost child-like glee. Rey might have found the sight endearing if it weren't for the fact that the cause behind his joy was her agreeing to perform oral sex on him in order to not starve.

"Oh, I know the perfect place. C'mon!" he exclaimed as he quickly dropped down to grab his bag with one hand before suddenly reaching out to take hold of Rey's own hand with the other. Acting like there was no time to spare he quickly made to lead her—more like drag her—towards whatever destination he had in mind at a brisk pace.

"I can walk perfectly fine on my own, thank you very much," Rey grumbled under her breath, wrenching her hand free from his grip.

Her obvious displeasure at his touch didn't seem to dampen Gevin's spirit in the slightest, a wide smile still present on his face as he simply gave her a shrug of acquiescence before taking off at a jog. His lekku trailed behind him in the air as he hurried ahead, a skip and a spring in his step.

Rey let out another sigh, just taking enough time to walk back a few steps to scoop up her own bag, broken pieces of scrap jangling inside, before following.

What had she gotten herself into?

Every few seconds or so Gevin would either cast a look over his shoulder or even spin himself fully around in a quick pirouette, almost as if he wanted to make sure that she was actually still with him and hadn't decided to ditch him after a sudden change of heart. He did this without breaking his stride, and the only times he would actually briefly stop was to impatiently wait for Rey to catch up with him.

With shoulders slumped in defeat, grumbling silently to herself, the scavenger girl trudged along after him. It wasn't exactly like she was dragging her feet, but she certainly didn't feel any need to rush getting acquainted with whatever Gevin kept hidden in his pants either.

They zigzagged their way between the tents, ramshackle homes, and haphazardly put together structures as they made their way through Niima, passing under an awning or two before reaching the outskirts on the settlement's eastern side.

Sentient-made structures grew scarcer, and after walking for another minute or so it seemed that they had finally arrived at their destination. Gevin stopped before a simple storage shed, standing alone without anything else around except for an old vaporator. Turning around to face Rey, a wide grin on his face, he let out a loud “ta-da!” as he made an overly dramatic gesture towards the shed. The way he acted it was almost as if he was presenting her with a grand and lavish hotel and not something that was essentially just a rust covered box made out of welded together sheet metal, with a single door that had been added seemingly as an afterthought.

"Are you serious?" Rey asked as she eyed the thing, her skepticism palpable.

"It may not look like much but hardly anyone ever uses it anymore, so there shouldn't be anyone interrupting us," Gevin explained, his words filled with good cheer. He reached for the door which came open with a loud, wince-inducing creak as metal scraped against metal. Looking over his shoulder he gave her a doofy grin before disappearing inside.

"Yes, because that would be terrible," Rey grumbled under her breath. She had a final look around, making sure that no one was near before grudgingly following Gevin inside, doing her level best to squash the trepidation she was feeling.

Rey closed the door behind her and could do nothing but sigh in dismay when she noticed the lack of any type of lock on the door. She could only hope that the place really was as abandoned as Gevin claimed, but his assurance was hardly enough to calm her nerves.

She turned around and started taking in the interior of the place. The shed had looked rather small from the outside and she'd initially been worried that they would be completely cramped together with whatever cluttered mess stored within. However, to her surprise it seemed to have been stripped bare of anything of value, leaving behind nothing but empty racks along the walls, which at one point may have been used to store various tools and equipment, and a single old metal workbench in one of the corners which looked like it would give you tetanus just by looking at it for too long. As it was she estimated that there was just enough room for maybe about a dozen average sized beings to stand around with enough space left to not bump into each other.

Not that she thought that you would find that many people willing to cram themselves in and endure the stuffy air, right below the cusp of becoming uncomfortable to breathe.

A sudden metallic clinking drew Rey's attention, making her turn towards the only other occupant in the room.

Oh for the love of…!

Standing hunched over and halfway turned away from her, Gevin was wasting no time. He was already fumbling with his belt buckle and seemed to be in such a rush to get his pants off that you'd believe they were on fire. Rey rolled her eyes, letting out an annoyed groan as she allowed her bag to fall to the floor before raising her hand in the air, loudly snapping her fingers no less than three times before finally gaining the horny Twi'lek boy's attention. Gevin's hands froze in the middle of what they were doing and his head quickly shot up towards her with a wide-eyed look of confusion on his face.

Rey cleared her throat and straightened her back. With one hand on her staff and the other resting on her hip she did her best to project an aura of stoic aloofness, and to quell the flustered apprehension she felt inside.

"Before we… do this," she started haltingly, still wrestling with the idea of what she had agreed to do, "there are two things we need to go over."

"Oh?" Gevin blinked in confusion as he let his hands drop to his sides, his lekku jostling against his shoulders as he shifted himself around to properly face her. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, sure. Um, and what would that be?"

"First of all," Rey said as a hint of steel entered her voice, "no one can know about this. No one. Is that clear?"

Gevin blinked before slowly gaining a knowing look. "Oh, so you want this little tryst to be a secret just between the two of us? Yeah, I can dig that." He grinned and gave her a conspiratorial wink before raising his finger for a shushing gesture.

"I'm not joking around here, Gevin," Rey declared firmly, fixing the Twi'lek boy with a look that caused his smile to drop and his back to involuntarily straighten. "I know you. You like to talk. You really like to talk, and sometimes you forget yourself and say things that would have been better left unsaid. Word travels fast in Niima, and if the wrong person finds out that I agreed to do this, I will never hear the end of it. So if I end up overhearing so much as a single nasty comment about me, or catch any snide, dirty looks aimed my way, then I will come after you and quite literally break your balls. Do we understand each other?"

Gevin almost looked like he had shrunk under Rey's words, slowly averting his eyes from hers. "I wasn't gonna say nothin'," he mumbled sullenly, rubbing an elbow and looking away into a corner before daring to meet her gaze again. "What's the second thing then?"

Rey relaxed her shoulders, her message having clearly gotten across, and allowed her voice to return to a more neutral tone. "Second of all is the fact that we need to discuss the matter of payment."

"Oh. Right," said Gevin, his voice suddenly going up an octave. He rubbed the back of his head and looked just a tad bit embarrassed, almost as if that part of the deal had managed to completely slip his mind in his excitement of being given what Rey confidently assumed to be his first blowjob. "Will one quarter portion do?" he finally asked.

"One quarter po-?! What do you take me for?!" Rey nearly shouted in his face before managing to catch herself, bringing it down to a seething hiss, lest she'd alert everyone in Niima. The very notion that Gevin thought that she would ever even entertain the idea of sucking his filthy prick for that cheap was like a personal insult.

Gevin winced at her tone, shrinking back slightly as his eyes couldn't help but briefly flick towards the metal staff still in her hand. "What? Is that too low?"

Rey made a noise that was somewhere in the middle of an incredulous laugh, a scandalized gasp, and a most unladylike snort. "Are you having a laugh? You want me to get on my knees and suck you off and you seriously think that a quarter portion is going to cut it?"

"We'll, sorry for not knowing the going rate for blowjobs. Despite what my dashing good looks might lead you to believe, I don't really have much experience with this," Gevin said defensively. "How much do you want, then?"

Rey took a deep breath, calming her raging emotions she straightened her back and schooled her features. This wasn't something the young scavenger had ever thought that she would find herself haggling over but here she was.

"Three full portions," Rey finally answered curtly.

"What?!" Gevin sputtered, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head before he quickly managed to collect himself. "Three portions? Now who's joking?"

"Oh?" Rey raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. “I thought you said you and the gang 'struck gold'. That you had portions to spare."

"Well, I won't for very long if I just start throwing them around, now will I? Who knows when I'll hit a score like this again? I'd like 'em to last for at least a little while. Half a portion."

"Ha! That might get you a tug or two from my hand," Rey stated coolly while making a couple of jerking motions in the air, "but if that's not enough to get your jollies off then I suggest you pay up. Two and a half portions."

In the span of less than a minute the mood within the abandoned old shed had completely shifted as the two young scavengers started haggling. Going back and forth they argued the price, offer and counteroffer getting rejected in turn as they slowly but surely moved towards somewhere in between what each of them had originally pitched.

"One and three quarters," Rey said as she impatiently drummed her fingers against her staff.

"One and one quarter."

"One and a half. You're not gonna get a better price."

With his arms crossed over his chest Gevin chewed his lip as he seemed to mull things over. His brows were scrunched into a frown but finally he gave a nod. "Fine. But," he raised his hand and extended two of his fingers in order, "you have to swallow and I get to touch your boobs beforehand. Deal?"

Gevin extended his hand. Rey looked at it warily with narrowed eyes, not exactly happy about the added terms but considered them all the same. She weighed everything over in her head and considered trying to argue for more, but once again it seemed that it was her stomach who ultimately called the shots today, and it was getting impatient.

"Deal," she finally said with finality, reaching out and grasping Gevin's hand, giving it a single quick but firm shake before letting go.

With the rather lively negotiations over with, and both parties having come to an agreement, the sudden silence that followed was practically deafening. For a moment the two young scavengers simply stood there. Human and Twi'lek. Girl and boy. Fidgeting awkwardly as only a couple of inexperienced teenagers about to embark on what, for them, was hitherto uncharted physical territory could, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Both had a good if rough idea of what was supposed to happen next, but neither knew exactly how to take the necessary first steps to actually get there.

The uncomfortable silence was finally broken when Gevin awkwardly coughed into his fist. "Um, do you think you could, maybe, let go of your stick?" he asked hesitantly, a shaky, nervous grin on his lips as he pointed at her staff. "It's a bit of a moodkiller."

"Oh. Er, yes, of course." Rey said, thankful that she didn't have to be the one to get the ball rolling. She leaned her staff against the wall, taking a second to trace her thumb over the strap made out of bloggin-leather before turning to face Gevin. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, something which wasn't exactly made easier with Gevin none too discreetly leering at her chest like he was trying to see right through her clothing. Fighting down the sudden urge to cover herself, Rey briefly wrung her hands before allowing them to fall to her sides.

"Alright," she said in a voice she hoped sounded more confident than she actually felt, “go ahead.”

Gevin swallowed thickly and wiped his hands on the sides of his pants before slowly approaching her, a wide, disbelieving grin forming on his face. Reaching out with hands that were visibly shaking with anticipation, Gevin's eyes left their fixation on Rey's breasts just long enough to seek hers for final approval.

Swallowing nervously, Rey gave Gevin a quick nod and pushed her chest out to meet him halfway. His broken toothed grin widened, his long red fingers pulling the tattered gauze wrap that crossed down her front aside, and an instant later the first hands other than her own cupped her breasts.

Enveloping them in his hands Gevin gave Rey's tits a soft and almost timid first squeeze, making the girl instinctively flinch despite herself. Gevin froze, but when the expected slap across the face failed to materialize he soon went in for another. Then another. Growing bolder by each consecutive one he was soon outright groping her chest. Rey nearly did a sharp intake of breath when the Twi'lek boy's clumsy hands made the rough fabric of her tunic rub against her nipples, making them stiffen at the sudden and alien attention they were receiving.

Unable to do much else besides standing there awkwardly as Gevin pawed at her chest, Rey did her best to keep her breathing even. There was no technique involved, just mindless groping fueled by nervous eagerness. He would jostle her breasts around as he played with them, and what was a soft and tender caress one second would without warning suddenly turn into an uncomfortable squeeze or pinch the very next.

"This is so wizard," Gevin breathed out, grinning widely as he kept on manhandling her breasts. "They're so soft!"

"Glad someone is having a good time," Rey grumbled, trying not to wince at a particularly rough touch. She seriously hoped she wasn't going to wake up with bruises tomorrow.

"Oh, believe me, I am," Gevin replied, nearly drooling, and clearly so caught up in his fun that he either missed or simply didn't care about the obvious sarcasm in Rey's tone. She breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly let go of her, but rolled her eyes when he then went to undo her clothes.

"Here, let me do that," she said in a near grumble, shooing his hands away.

Willing her hands to steady, Rey slowly began unwrapping herself off the thin, robe-like cloth tied around her form. Gathering it in her hands she did her best to tune Gevin out as she took a bit more time than was strictly necessary to neatly fold it before laying it aside. Her finger gave a light, nervous twitch before she reached for the hem of her tunic.

Raising the fabric with both hands Rey ever so slowly exposed centimeter after centimeter of naked skin. She felt a sudden shudder go through her, despite the stifling air within the shed, when a bead of sweat trailed its way down her flat belly before disappearing within the cove of her navel. Once past her ribs, giving Gevin the first teasing flashes of underboob, she hesitated for just the briefest of seconds before pressing on, revealing the soft swell of her breasts along with their nipples, stiff and tender from their earlier treatment.

She bunched the cloth above her now naked chest, baring herself to Gevin's eyes.

Her breasts were definitely on the modest side. Small but perky and capped with pink nipples they were a far cry from the massive mammaries she'd once had the misfortune of overhearing a few of the rougher men in Niima gushing about, standing around admiring some old pin-up poster one of them had managed to get his hands on. However, any feelings of inadequacy Rey may have felt when it came to the size of her bust was instantly washed away when she looked up and saw the way Gevin was looking at her. He stared transfixed, almost reverently, at her naked breasts. His unblinking eyes were nearly impossibly wide as they zeroed in on her nipples, like they held the hidden answers to life, the universe, and everything else.

"Whoa," he finally managed to breathe out.

The smallest hints of a smile tugged at the edges of Rey's lips. Who knew that all you needed to render Gevin speechless was to simply flash him a pair of boobs?

As Gevin moved in to grope her again, Rey, flashing back to the less than tender care she'd just endured, caught his wrists in a firm grip, stopping him just as he was about to pinch her nipples.

Blinking like he'd been released from a spell, Gevin gave her a questioning look. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Rey sighed. “If you want to keep touching me then you'll need to be more gentle with them," she said, doing her best to not growl in frustration. "They're breasts, not...bags of sand or whatever that you can just go to town on and treat however you please."

"Oh," was his highly intelligent response, sounding and looking genuinely surprised by her words. "You mean you didn't like it? One of the guys said that girls like it a bit rough."

Rey considered reaching out to twist Gevin's nipples around—see how he liked it rough—but decided against it. She asked herself if she should give him some pointers, tell him how she liked to touch herself in her most private moments? Then again, Gevin wasn't exactly the best when it came to following verbal instructions, and the very thought of having to voice the things that got her engine running, so to speak, made the inexperienced young woman cringe in embarrassment. No, the best course of action if she wanted this whole thing to be, if not enjoyable, then at least tolerable for her, was probably to simply show him.

"Just...follow my lead, okay?" she said as a blush bloomed on her cheeks.

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say," Gevin said, wildly nodding his head. He had the look of a man who'd just had his first sip of water after days of being lost in the desert and craved more.

Rey swallowed once before slowly pulling Gevin in by his wrists, allowing his spindly fingers to fully envelop her petite breasts. Without the protective barrier of her clothes there was nothing in the way to stop the sensations that came from full skin on skin contact, and she made a sharp little intake of breath when she felt her breasts, and the nipples which tipped them, flatten against Gevin's palms.

In the back of her mind she couldn't help but note how warm his hands felt.

True to his word Gevin refrained from going all grabby grabby straight out of the gate, although it seemed to require a tremendous amount of willpower on his part to do so. His hands rested fitfully on her chest, only allowing one of his thumbs, perhaps unconsciously, to softly stroke against the smooth skin right below her areola as he awaited further instruction.

Releasing her hold on his wrists, Rey placed her hands on top of his. It was a bit awkward at first, but it didn't take long before she found an angle that worked for her and began to guide Gevin's hands in slow, circular motions. The supple flesh of her tits yielded to his touch as he massaged her, clumsily but obediently following and responding to every little nudge and unspoken instruction she gave him.

Rey wordlessly showed her Twi'lek friend how to properly touch her. Almost naturally falling into a certain rhythm as he fondled her she had Gevin cup and softly squeeze her petite breasts, occasionally slowing but never really stopping the momentum of the tender caresses she had him visit upon her.

Rey was honestly a bit amazed by how well Gevin was actually taking to following her instructions. For being such a talker he could be remarkably bad at listening, lost in his own little world as he usually was, so either taking the nonverbal approach had been the right call or he was simply just motivated enough to do a good job lest she'd cut his playtime short. She was even more surprised to find his touch not only tolerable but even a bit...stimulating, truth be told. His fingers in particular, calloused after years of hard labor, drew a reaction from her as they rolled across her sensitive nipples.

Seconds turned into minutes as this private little dance of theirs continued. Rey's breathing grew shorter, and something began to stir deep in her core. A heat was growing between her legs that only seemed to increase as she unthinkingly started rubbing her thighs together. She swallowed and was just about to tell Gevin to give her nipples some extra focus, but found herself interrupted when he suddenly let out a nervous laugh.

"Don't get me wrong," he started, a wide grin on his face, "I'm having a kriffing blast and could definitely see myself doing this all day. But do you think we could maybe move on to the main event now?"

The words shook Rey back to reality, making her blink away the hazy fog of burgeoning arousal that had started to fall over her. Surprised and more than just a tad bit embarrassed how affected she'd been by their little petting session—this was just Gevin for crying out loud!—she cleared her throat and did her best to make sure her voice was steady and even before answering him.

"S-sure. I guess...that's the reason why we came her in the first place, right?"

Gevin squeezed her tits one final time, almost as if he was saying "goodbye for now", before the two of them separated from each other. Rey took a small step backwards, trying to ignore how her heart hammered within her chest as she slowly got down on her knees. Almost absentmindedly she brushed away some of the sand covering the rough floor to make things just a smidge more comfortable for herself, and looked up to find herself at a near eye level with Gevin's crotch. Nervously her eyes briefly flicked upwards, finding Gevin looking down at her with an expectant and eager look on his face.

Alright. Too late to back out now, Rey thought to herself, resigning herself to where things had led her. With unsteady hands she reached out and started undoing the buckle on Gevin's old belt. It was rusty, and grunting in irritation she struggled with the clasp before it finally came apart with a loud click. Letting go the trousers almost immediately started sliding down Gevin's narrow hips, and a fraction of a second too late she realized that the belt was the only thing actually keeping them in place.

Rey nearly felt her heart catch in her throat. Acting on instinct she went to grab for the waistband but it was already too late. There was no stopping the loose trousers from slipping right down Gevin's thin legs, and in no time at all they floppily pooled around the young Twi'lek's pronounced ankles.

It turned out that Gevin apparently wasn't the firmest believer in underwear, and holding her breath Rey could only stare with wide eyes as his erection was left bobbing in the air, with nothing at all to cover it.

The world seemed to come to a stop as Rey got an intimate close-up with Gevin's genitalia.

She blinked once. She blinked twice. She tilted her head slightly to the side, furrowing her brow as she gave the thing a curious look.

Huh.

So this was a penis.

Veiny and throbbing with life the length of slightly curved, tumescent flesh pointed upwards, right at Rey's face as she stared at it. The shaft, standing at a modest twelve centimeters in length and looking to be just about twice as thick as her own thumb, ended in a bulging, almost helmet-shaped head. A head which was covered by a thin layer of foreskin, peeled back just enough to reveal the tip of Gevin's glans and the slit of his urethra. Rey's eyes were practically drawn towards the little opening, and she could have sworn it just winked right back at her. Absentmindedly she couldn't help but make the odd observation that the dick, along with the rounded sack which hung underneath, had an even deeper shade of red than the rest of Gevin.

Rey breathed out.

It…wasn't what she had been expecting. Then again, truth be told, Rey didn't exactly know what she had been expecting. Having finally laid eyes on Gevin's naked dick she couldn't help but be struck by how...unremarkable it looked for a lack of a better word. Certainly not as intimidating as her imagination had built it up to be. She didn't exactly have a broad frame of reference when it came to judging penises. All her previous exposure, outside of overhearing hushed, giggling gossip at the cleaning tables, had either come from catching the odd eyeful of those belonging to the various beasts of burden used throughout Niima, or from rather clinical pictures and diagrams in journals she'd once found in the medbay of an Imperial cruiser. The journals had all referenced human anatomy, but from what she could tell it seemed that Twi'leks were pretty much identical in every way that mattered.

"Biggest one you've ever seen, eh?"

Rey blinked in surprise, broken out of her musings by Gevin's sudden words. He must have taken her silence as some sign of her being impressed with what he was packing, and she could practically hear the almost smug satisfaction in his voice.

Rey made the mistake of looking up, and froze.

Oh, no. Not the "grin".

It really couldn't be overstated just how obsessed Gevin was with Lando Calrissian. Since childhood he had been absolutely enamored by the many tales surrounding the famous smuggler-cum-Baron Administrator-cum-rebel hero, almost to the point of worship. Calrissian's numerous great deeds and accomplishments, whispered about by the many scoundrels and washed up pilots across Niima, had made him appear as this near mythical figure to the young Twi'lek. And ever since coming across an old holovid featuring the handsome and charismatic rebel general, Gevin had done what he could to emulate his hero. Fancy and expensive capes were right out for obvious reasons, and any attempt a Twi'lek made trying to grow a luxurious mustache was doomed to fail right from the start.

Which, in the end, meant that the only things left for him were things like mannerisms and body language.

Gevin had quickly taken to grinning in the same way Calrissian did in that short vid, having somehow managed to convince himself it made him look suave and charming. But Lando Calrissian Gevin most definitely was not, and any time he did it it just came across as horribly forced and goofy, which was only made worse by how genuine he was about it. That chipped front tooth of his didn't exactly help matters, not that Rey had ever had the heart to tell him that.

And now, looking up at the young Twi'lek, his stiff dick right in her face, what was Rey met with if not that very same incredibly stupid grin. Gevin's mouth was spread wide, showing far too many teeth, and his attempt at replicating Lando's subtle arching of the eyebrow made it look like he was seconds away from a big sneeze. With his chest puffed up with misplaced pride, and his fists placed at his bony hips, he struck what Rey could only guess was supposed to be a heroically masculine pose, but which his gangly body simply wasn't able to pull off.

Rey bit the inside of her cheek and just barely kept herself from chortling. She quickly ducked her head, trying desperately to not show her expression.

Don'tlaughdon'tlaughdon'tlaugh!

Taking a second to get a hold of herself, Rey cleared her throat. "Uh, I suppose?" she finally managed to force out, doing her level best not to giggle herself silly over how ridiculous Gevin looked. "Buuut," she said, drawing the word out, "if we want to get technical, it's also the smallest I've seen."

Gevin seemed confused for a brief second before finally putting two and two together. "Oh. Right," he said, his shoulders slumping slightly as Rey poked a hole in his ego. It didn't take long, however, before he perked right back up again. "Hey, I guess that means I'll be your frame of reference, then! Starting out strong, I say."

Rey stifled a snort and shook her head. If nothing else, Gevin's antics had at least managed to allay her nerves, easing some of the tension from the situation she found herself in. What reason had she to be nervous? It was just Gevin, after all.

The scavenger girl looked at the dick in front of her, feeling a light flutter in her belly as it gave a throb in the air. She lightly bit her bottom lip.

Okay, maybe it was okay to feel just a little bit nervous.

Rey shuffled closer, suddenly wishing she'd thought of putting down something soft to spare her knees from the rough flooring. Once close enough she recoiled slightly when the first whiff of Gevin's unwashed genitals hit her. “When's the last time you hit the sonics?" she asked with a frown, wrinkling her nose in distaste at the stale and sour stink of accumulated sweat and grime, along with Gevin's own natural musk.

Gevin pondered it for a second, scratching his neck. “Um, sometime last week I think. Why?"

“Never mind," Rey sighed in exasperation. She gave Gevin's equipment an uncertain look before raising her hand towards it, but found herself hesitating. Her eyes searched Gevin's. “May I?" she asked and he nodded so quickly he looked at risk of giving himself whiplash. Giving a single nod of her own in return she slowly reached out, swallowing thickly as her fingers gingerly wrapped themselves around the shaft of Gevin's prick.

It felt so weird! The skin was soft and spongy, but hidden underneath there was a definitive hardness, firm tissue which only seemed to grow more solid at her touch. Just her gently holding his penis in the palm of her hand seemed to have an effect on Gevin, the young Twi'lek letting out a low groan as his organ pulsed with life.

Rey was amazed by how clearly she could feel it throb with his heartbeat. Tightening her grip just a touch she could more intimately feel the hard, blood-engorged tissue encased within a layer of smooth, pliable skin, earning her a louder groan of approval. Spurred on by Gevin's sounds of pleasure she experimentally allowed her hand to start moving along the shaft, down towards the base before going back up towards the tip. Lightly biting her bottom lip, and with a flutter in her stomach, Rey repeated the movement a few more times before gently and gingerly peeling back the foreskin to reveal the swollen, shining head of Gevin's swollen penis in its entirety.

She stared at it in silent fascination as the hole at the tip wept a single bead of translucent fluid. Without thinking Rey used her thumb to smear it around the glans, making it glisten and causing Gevin to draw a shuddering breath as she touched his most sensitive area.

Softly, with slow, careful movements, Rey began to slowly stroke her hand up and down the length of Gevin's shaft. As her palm rubbed along the bulging underside, feeling the texture of his skin, her fingers traced a vascular vein which pulsed in time with his heartbeat, and she realized to her own surprise that she'd been holding her breath.

“Is this...doing anything for you?" she asked.

“Oh, yeah," Gevin said, letting out a happy sigh. “A bit tighter, please."

Unable to take her eyes away from what she was doing, Rey nodded and clenched her hand more firmly around the dick. There was an unexpected rush of excitement when Gevin moaned in reply to her actions.

“Faster," he said.

Again Rey obeyed, her strokes growing quicker.

“Yeah, that's kriffing great,” Gevin groaned happily. “Now suck it.”

Rey's hand stopped mid-jerk, Gevin's words making her completely stop in her tracks. Looking up she found Gevin watching her with an expectant look on his face.

“A-already?” she asked, her stomach dropping.

“Well, not to seem impatient or anything,” Gevin ventured, his eyes never losing that hungry gleam even as his grin fell a bit at her hesitation, “but I believe that's what I'm paying for, right?"

“...Right,” Rey replied stiffly and unenthusiastically. She'd really hoped she would be allowed to take some more time getting used to this. To get at least somewhat more comfortable about the whole affair before having to take the leap of actually putting Gevin's dick in her mouth.

At eighteen standard years of age, Rey of Jakku was a girl of many talents. Her time spent working under Unkar Plutt, as well as simply trying to survive, had by sheer necessity turned her into a real jack of all trades. Scavenging, doing repairs or maintenance on complex machinery, speaking or at the very least understanding various different languages, keeping thieves at bay with her trusted staff, or even piloting the various ships Plutt owned, were all skills Rey had grown confident in after years of hard work.

But now, on her knees, with her first penis staring her square in the eye, she was definitely out of her element and found herself at a complete loss for what to do next.

She swallowed the sudden lump that had formed in her throat.

"How...do I start?" Rey finally asked. She could feel her cheeks redden, suddenly feeling self-conscious over how clearly her inexperience was showing, only for her to a split second later internally berate herself that she shouldn't be embarrassed about not knowing how to suck cock, dammit!

"Er, why don't you try...giving it a kiss?" Gevin offered lamely, a small nervous grin on his face as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.

"Give it a kiss?" Rey echoed, her voice and expression completely deadpan save for a single raised eyebrow as she looked up at Gevin. He quickly averted his gaze from her incredulous stare.

"Yeah! Or lick it. I don't know!" he exclaimed, clearly flustered as his red cheeks managed the seemingly impossible feat of growing even redder. "Do what comes natural."

Rey watched Gevin squirm for a few more seconds before she allowed her focus to return to his dick. Eyeing it sceptically she mulled the suggestion over and sighed. It wasn't like she had any real clue what she was doing anyway, and if Gevin wanted his prick kissed then that was probably as good a place to start as any.

She just tried to not think too hard about the fact that her first kiss would be with a quite literal dickhead.

Rey angled the dick in her grip into a better position, licking her suddenly dry lips without thinking as she leaned forward. She wrinkled her nose again as she once more inhaled the Twi'lek's musky smell but forced herself to keep going, puckering her lips before planting a quick peck right on the slit.

When that didn't kill her she went in for another. Then another. Each new kiss lasting longer than the one before.

With her right hand firmly grasping Gevin by the root, and with her left placed securely on his thigh in order to better steady herself, Rey hesitantly opened her mouth, a slight nervous tremor going through her as she slowly guided the dick inside. Her lips unsurely closed around the member just below the bulbous head of its glans, forming a seal as she enveloped it within her mouth. For a moment she simply let it rest against her tongue as she tried to get used to the pungent taste—which, for the record, wasn't much better than the smell—and contemplated how to proceed.

As she sat there awkwardly, wondering what the hell she was doing, she felt her saliva start to collect in her mouth and reflexively swallowed, creating a natural suction. Gevin twitched in response. He gave a sudden gasp, and then he moaned, the sound just as loud and unrestrained as he was. It startled Rey enough that she almost spat the dick right out of her mouth before catching herself. With wide eyes she cast a furtive look upwards to further gauge Gevin's reaction, finding him with his eyes closed and his lips puckered as he sharply sucked in a lungfull of air.

For a moment Rey sat completely still, blinking in astonishment.

Did she do that?

Trying to see if she could do it again—deliberately this time—Rey cautiously tested the sands by applying just a little bit of light suction on the knob to start things off. Being more prepared for her this time Gevin's reaction was less dramatic, but not by much, letting out a deep, shuddering breath as his body tensed. A big stupid smile spread across his face.

"Kriffing hell," Gevin whispered breathlessly, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back and let out a deep groan.

...Well, as far as first reactions went, she wasn't doing too bad, Rey thought to herself, feeling something akin to an excited little flutter in the pit of her stomach. Perhaps she could do this after all.

Rey repeated the action a few more times as she tried to get used to the strange feeling of having a dick in her mouth. She gently suckled at it, her heartbeat quickening and feeling her blush growing deeper as she listened to Gevin's moans and pleasured sighs. Did it really feel that good for a guy to have his dick sucked?

Distracted as she was, Rey almost didn't notice when Gevin reached out—aiming to grab hold of one of the three buns she always kept her brown hair in—but a quick swat of her hand and a meaningful glare was enough to make him back off. Impatient ass, she thought. This was hard enough for her as it was and she'd be damned if she'd let anyone but herself set her pace in this.

She mentally squared her shoulders and step by step, with just a bit of hesitation, Rey started to move her way up and down Gevin's prick, gradually working more and more of him into her mouth. Gently bobbing her head she got a slow, tentative rhythm going, and she listened intently for any change in the sounds Gevin was making. Increasing the pressure of her suction earned her a few louder groans and, emboldened by this initial success, Rey thought that she was ready to take things a step further. After all, the sooner she was able to finish him off the sooner she would get her food and could get the hell out of here.

That was definitely the only reason, she told herself.

She made her way a bit further down Gevin's length, successfully reaching the halfway point. However, as she made her way back up again, Gevin suddenly winced violently and let out a loud yelp of pain. Rey completely froze in place and with a dawning horror realized she had accidentally raked her teeth along the underside of his penis.

"Ow! Hey, watch the teeth!" Gevin cried out with a look of mild panic in his eyes.

"Fowwy," Rey managed to mumble around the meat in her mouth, her eyes wide and apologetic as her cheeks reddened in mortification. Almost as if acting on instinct her tongue flicked out, gently swirling over the affected area in an attempt to soothe any pain she may have caused.

Things were tense for a few incredibly awkward seconds, but Rey's efforts didn't seem to go unappreciated, and soon enough Gevin's uncomfortable groans were replaced by little sighs of pleasure. Making sure to keep her teeth safely out of the way from that point on Rey tried to get back to where she'd left things off, and she started moving her mouth up and down the length of Gevin's dick.

She was thankful that Gevin didn't seem to hold her mishap against her, and with each little bob of her head Rey could feel the tension practically melt off of him until the young Twi'lek simply allowed himself to lean back, enjoying himself to his heart's content. Feeling sensations she bet he'd never known before he rode the burgeoning waves of pleasure her mouth provided for him.

Rey kept it slow and gentle at first as she futher acquainted herself with her first penis. She sucked softly as she gingerly worked her way up and down the red shaft, now glistening wet with her saliva. Gevin had reacted well to her tongue so after a moment Rey decided to try adding it more actively to the mix. She started small by simply pressing it against the dick's underside, tracing along a thick vein on her way up. Once only the glans remained within her mouth, she finished the movement by having her tongue give the frenulum a feather-light flick.

"R'iia's shorts!" Gevin exclaimed at the contact, hissing in through gritted teeth as his body seized up. For a second Rey was worried that she had messed up again, but quickly realized it was quite the opposite, the boy letting out a shuddering breath as a shiver ran through the entirety of his gangly body. She gave Gevin a moment to recover, and only allowed herself to continue once he gave her a quick nod to do so, looking down at her with a new sense of wonder in his heated gaze that nearly made her heart skip a beat.

She had no idea she was capable of drawing such a reaction out of someone and, as degrading as this whole situation was, there was at least some part of the scavenger girl that couldn't help but feel a certain level of triumph at that. Feeling strangely powerful in a way she'd never had before.

Rey went about her task with increasing vigor as she worked her lips up and down, and it didn't take long before she'd managed to work up a steady rhythm. Then, with her boosted confidence spurring her on, she set about experimenting. While bobbing her head she began using her tongue to caress any part of the dick it could reach, alternating between slow and quick strokes as she tried to see what would elicit the greatest response from Gevin.

With every downward movement of her head she went lower and lower until she was well on her way of taking nearly the entirety of Gevin into the wet heat of her mouth. However, her inexperience reared its head once again when the tip neared the back of her throat and her body suddenly seized up. Her eyes bulged as she suddenly felt herself gag violently.

Strings of saliva connected Gevin's dick to Rey's lips as she spat it out and turned her head to the side, loudly and uncontrollably coughing into her hand.

"Oh, shit, are you okay?" Gevin exclaimed, eyes wide with worry and his arms raised at his sides as his wet dick bobbed in the air.

Rey waved him off. "I'm fine," she managed to wheeze out between the last few fits of coughing, trying to get her breathing back in order. As she wiped a few tears from her eyes she forced herself to give him a small smile of appreciation for his concern. "I guess I should have known better than to go too deep on my first time," she said hoarsely. "It's like when you enter a starship wreck; never venture too deep if you don't know what you're doing."

Gevin's features softened with relief, a smile of his own breaking out on his face once it was clear she was okay. "Well, you sure could have fooled me, because this has been kriffing great!" he laughed. "Are you sure you haven't been seeing other guys behind my back?"

Rey rolled her eyes as she used the back of her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, but despite herself she couldn't help the wry smile from forming on her lips. "If I did, what makes you think I'd be telling you?"

Gevin feigned a gasp and clutched his chest. "You wound me!" he exclaimed with a theatrically scandalized look on his face. "Don't I tell you all about my own conquests?"

Rey gave him a flat look. "Gevin, you've never conquered anything in your entire life. Girls least of all."

"True," he acquiesced with a sheepish shrug, "but when I do I'll be sure to regale you with all the sordid details of my carnal adventures."

Rey frowned. "Yeah, I believe you can keep those to yourself, thank you very much. And you'd better not 'regale' anyone about what we've been up to here either." Her left hand snaked its way up Gevin's thigh to suddenly cup his testicles, making him twitch in alarm. "I hope you haven't forgotten what I told you before," she warned, punctuating her words by gingerly but firmly squeezing his sack twice in quick succession, something which, to her surprise, caused his dick to jump.

Gevin nervously cleared his throat. "Point very much received."

Rey's frown morphed into a satisfied smirk. "Good," she said and released Gevin's balls, making the boy let out a sigh of relief as she returned her focus to his dick. She got a thoughtful look on her face as she gave a few tugs on his stiff shaft, slick with her spit. "Are you getting close? My jaw is getting a bit tired."

"Y-yeah," he said. "Shouldn't be too long now."

Rey gave Gevin a quick nod but otherwise didn't waste anymore time getting back to work. She leaned forward, once more sucking the red Twi'lek prick into her mouth. Any trace of her earlier hesitation and apprehension was gone, replaced by a near single minded determination to see things through.

Having learned her lesson Rey never went too low and mostly focused on the glans, but that meant leaving a majority of the thing unattended. With barely a thought she allowed her right hand to leave its place at the base, shifting upwards before wrapping her fingers around the shaft. Using the spittle that had flown freely from her mouth as lubricant, Rey quickly started rubbing, squeezing and jerking along the part of the dick her mouth wouldn't reach. Breathing hard through her nose Rey hollowed out her cheeks and started sucking harder, almost smirking when Gevin cursed under his breath. She bobbed her head up and down, allowing her lips to move up and down the bulbous head while her tongue reached out to flick, stroke, and swirl around it, not leaving a single spot untouched as she traced every contour of it.

As unrefined and amateurish as Rey's technique may have been, she made up for it with a zeal she never would have imagined before today. Her efforts were not going unappreciated, a wide dumb grin having etched itself onto Gevin's face as he enjoyed the magic that her mouth and hand provided. He oohed and aahed as his breathing grew increasingly haggard, his hips giving the occasional twitchy jerk against her when a particularly sensitive area was stimulated.

"Oh, yeah, that's the kriffing spot!"

Gevin had never been a quiet guy, so why would now be any different? Not even bothering to suppress the noises he was making he unashamedly let Rey hear every unconstrained moan and groan. She started chasing those sounds. Anytime the Twi'lek boy would give a particularly strong reaction she would instantly attack the same spot which had garnered it, repeating the same action and putting extra effort in trying to make him elicit an even stronger response.

Listening to every sound of gratification she coaxed out of his throat, feeling his muscles clench and unclench as she worked him over, it was growing harder for Rey to ignore the effect it had on her. With her breathing through her nose growing more labored, her skin feeling flush, and with the almost uncomfortable heat which had continuously been growing at the junction between her thighs, she couldn't deny the simple fact that sucking Gevin off was actually turning her on.

Rey's underwear clung to her nethers, damp and uncomfortable. Rubbing her thighs against each other was no help at all. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse for her, and her pussy almost seemed to pulsate in time with her quickening heartbeat. She shifted her position and inhaled sharply when her nipples, stiff like pebbles, dragged against Gevin's thighs. The simple act of skin-to-skin contact was enough to make them tingle, and a small surge went through her that nearly made her arch her back.

Part of her wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch herself right now.

No! Focus! Rey would have shaken her head to clear it if not for the dick that filled her mouth. She had a job to do, as unseemly as it was, and she couldn't allow these confusing, mortifying, and exciting new emotions distract her. Get him off. Get paid. Get home.

As her tongue lapped and swirled against the head of Gevin's red prick, continuously tracing the ridge along the glans, Rey increased the tempo of her handjob, her hand soon becoming a blur as she quickly rubbed her palm up and down his shaft, clenching it tightly in her fist. Frustrated she started feeling the early warning signs of her hand and jaw starting to cramp up, but she kept at it. Just a little bit more. She could practically see the finish line just up ahead.

Rey was soon proven right, her efforts finally bearing fruit when Gevin suddenly let out an urgent, guttural and whimpering groan.

"H-holy shit! I'm about to-!"

That was all the warning Rey received before Gevin's body seemed to be seized by powerful muscle spasms. Acting entirely on instinct the Twi'lek started thrusting his pelvis against her face. If it hadn't been for Rey's left hand acting as a bulwark against his motions, she was certain that he would have jammed his dick deep down her throat as he came undone. With his teeth clenched and his eyes tightly shut Gevin threw back his head and let out a strangled cry as he reached his peak, his cock unleashing his cum in several mighty bursts.

Rey froze in place. Her eyes clenched shut and she couldn't help but utter a brief, muffled moan of protest when Gevin started spewing his load into her mouth. The first two salvos blasted against the roof of her mouth, the third and fourth feeling considerably weaker as they hit the back of her tongue, while the final fifth was little more than a weak dribble.

And just like that it was over.

Gevin's body twitched and shuddered with the aftershocks of the pleasure Rey had given him. Then, seemingly from one second to the next, it was as if every single muscle in his gangly body lost their tension all at once, and he almost staggered backwards before managing to stop himself.

Panting for breath like he had just ran several laps around Niima, Gevin's eyes fluttered open. He looked down to meet Rey's gaze, her lips still wrapped around his already softening cock, and he looked at her like she was the single most wonderful thing to ever graze the galaxy.

Rey was struck by the look, by the pure, raw emotion that shone in the young Twi'lek's orange eyes. It made strange new feelings well up in her chest that she couldn't properly name, muddled by her own state of unfullfilled arousal.

Brushing those thoughts aside for now Rey slid her lips up the length of Gevin's now nearly flaccid member. It popped out of her mouth, flopping wetly against her hand. Reminded of their deal she resisted the urge of spitting the cum out, her cheeks puffed out as she kept it all inside. She experimentally rolled the strange, warm fluid around in her mouth, frowning as the flavor washed over her tastebuds. It might have been the hunger talking but she found herself not really minding the taste all that much—salty with a hint of a bitterness—but the strange texture, on the other hand, would take some serious getting used to.

Rey swallowed it all down in one big gulp and gave an involuntary little shudder as she felt the slimy substance slide down her throat. Seeing Gevin watch her with bated breath Rey fought down her embarrassment, and she opened her mouth wide for him, letting him know that not a single drop remained within.

"...wizard," Gevin uttered breathlessly at her display, his eyes wide with amazement as he could do little more than gape at her.

Rey averted her eyes and cleared her throat. Her work done she rose to her feet, a bit more unsteadily than she would have liked, and dusted the sand off her knees. She proceeded to readjust her clothes in silence as she tried to make sense of the myriad of conflicting thoughts and emotions running through her, managing to supress the little hiss that threatened to escape her lips as she pulled the rough fabric of her tunic back down over her stiff nipples.

In a way this whole thing would have been a whole lot easier for her if she'd ended up being completely disgusted by the act like she'd initially expected she'd be. Then she could have simply just brushed the whole thing aside, filing and burying the experience away in the deepest recesses of her memory as just another unpleasant and humiliating ordeal she'd been forced to endure in order to survive.

This...was a whole lot harder to come to grips with.

"That...was kriffing brilliant," Gevin said, short of breath and with a clear overtone of awe in his voice as he struggled to get his pants back on. "Just…wow! I've never had it that good on my own. And that's not for a lack of trying!"

"Well, glad you had a good time," Rey said awkwardly, almost mumbling. She made sure to wipe her hand on her trousers before tucking a stray strand of her brown hair behind her ear. She didn't know how she was expected to take praise like that. "But a bit more of a warning would be appreciated next time."

Gevin rubbed at his neck with a sheepish look on his face. "Yeah, sorry about that. It just felt so good that my brain sort of-" He paused, eyes blinking as his mind registered what she had just said. "Wait, 'next time'? There's going to be a next time?"

Rey froze. She could do little to stop the pink blush from spreading when she, too, realized the implication of her words. Trying to seem nonchalant she quickly turned towards the wall to hide her face, acting like she was simply moving to get her gear while her mind was racing, trying to come up with a response.

"W-well," Rey started haltingly as she began robing herself in her simple gauze cloth, "I must admit it wasn't as...bad as I'd initially feared." She tried to sound calm, collected, and completely unbothered by the fact that she'd just sucked a guy off—for payment she might add—and was now opening the door for a possible repeat performance. "So I guess if I ever again were in need of some...assistance, and you felt inclined to part with some more portions, I suppose I wouldn't be entirely opposed to a...similar arrangement in the future."

When she once more turned to Gevin she found him openly gawking at her, as if he couldn't believe his luck at the possibility that today wasn't just some one-off thing. His expression then quickly morphed into that damned grin again.

"Can't stay away from this, can you?" he asked, wagging his brow as he placed his hands on his hips before giving the air a quick thrust.

"Ugh. I said maybe so don't push your luck, Gevin, or I'll rescind the offer," Rey warned and none too gently tapped him on the shoulder with her staff. "Now, I do believe you have something that belongs to me."

"Ah, yes, of course," Gevin said and hurried to retrieve what he owed her. Dropping down to his bag he took out two of the ration packs before pulling one of them apart, tearing along a seam in the transparent plastic. "One and a half rations for services rendered, as promised," he said with a smile, affecting the overly servile tone of a merchant as he handed her her payment with an exaggerated bow. "A true pleasure doing business with you."

Rey rolled her eyes but couldn't quite stop the smile that was tugging at the edges of her lips when she accepted the rations from him, even giving him a small playful curtsy in return. "Oh, I am sure it was."

"Want to get out of here?" Gevin then asked as he used his headscarf to wipe the sweat off his bumpy brow. "I'm starting to get steamed in this box."

"Yes, it is starting to get quite stuffy in here," she agreed while stuffing her new food in her pack. "I really should be getting home anyway."

The door came open with another wince inducing creak as Gevin held it open for her, and the two of them walked out into the open air.

Rey took a swig of water from her canteen, partly to quench her thirst but also to remove the lingering aftertaste of semen from her mouth. Feeling Gevin hovering around her she turned her head and looked at him questioningly. With an eager grin and his hands clasped behind his back he balanced on the balls of his feet, slightly leaning forward towards her.

"Sooo...when can I expect our next session to be? Soon, I hope?"

Rey blinked and gave the Twi'lek boy an incredulous look. "We just finished and you already want more?"

"Can you blame me?" he laughed. "I've had a taste of paradise. How could I possibly go back after that?"

She didn't know how to answer that.

"We'll see," was all she said.

At that, both of them fell silent, a certain uneasy tension enveloping them in the wake of what they had done together. Gevin rubbed the back of his head, and he opened his mouth as if to speak before seemingly thinking better of it, marking another first for today. Thankfully, their awkward suffering was shortlived as aid came in the form of a low roar sounding through the air. As one, Rey and Gevin looked to the sky to find the origin of the noise; the activating sublight engines of a freighter. The old age of the ship was clearly visible on it's hull, even at this distance, as it rose into the air from the landing field at the other side of Niima. For a moment they simply watched the ship as it climbed higher and higher, growing ever smaller until it finally broke atmo and disappeared from sight altogether, heading to places unknown.

Rey furrowed her brow, a look of pain quickly flashing across her face at the image before she could suppress it. She couldn't help but be reminded of another ship, so long ago, leaving her behind.

"That'll be me one day," Gevin said.

Rey blinked. Brought back to the here and now she turned to her friend and gave him a questioning look.

For a moment longer Gevin had his eyes fixed on the spot where the ship had disappeared. He turned to her, his eyes bright as he gave her a wide grin, a genuine one this time and not that half-baked Calrissian facsimile. "That'll be me one day," he repeated firmly, with absolute certainty. "You'll see. One day I'll get out from under Plutt's fat thumb, find a ship or join a crew, and then I'll be out of here. My destiny isn't on Jakku. It's out there," he nodded to the sky. "Then," he made his hand sweep through the air in a wide arch, "I'll paint my name across the stars."

Rey gave him a considering look and decided to not voice her true thoughts on the matter. How low she thought his chances were. Getting away from Jakku was already a tall order for people in their situation, and the rest... "So you keep saying," was all she said in the end.

"I keep saying it because that's what's gonna happen," Gevin said, his grin broadening even further.

He always sounded so confident. Either Gevin had a far better sabacc face than he'd ever let on or he actually truly believed his own words. Rey gave a rueful chuckle. "Perhaps it will," she said. "You'll have to send me a card from all the places you end up visiting, then."

Peering at her from the corner of his eye, Gevin's smile fell away and his expression turned oddly pensive. He swallowed. "Maybe you could..." he started but stopped himself. He cleared his throat and ducked his head, keeping whatever else he'd thought to say to himself. "A-anyway, it's getting late. Lots of scavenging to be done tomorrow, and I don't know about you, but I for one need my beauty sleep. See you around?"

Rey gave a slow nod. "Sure. See you around, Gevin."

They parted, each heading their own separate way.

Rey hadn't had time to walk more than maybe ten or fifteen meters when she got the feeling she was being watched. Turning back around she caught Gevin, having barely moved at all from his original position, giving her a look she didn't quite know how to describe. A tender longing perhaps? It was only there for barely a second, for as soon as they locked eyes it was gone and he seemed to freeze, almost as if she'd caught him doing something he knew he wasn't supposed to.

He gave a strained laugh and flashed her another of his stupid Calrissian-grins, but Rey couldn't help but notice that this one looked even more forced than usual. He then shot her a few finger-blasters—pew pew!—before bolting, running in the opposite direction of where she was heading, as fast as his skinny legs could carry him.

Rey watched Gevin's rapidly retreating back for a moment. She wondered what that was all about, but could do little more than give a small shrug and shake her head.

As Rey started making her way back towards the spot where she had parked her speeder, moving between the ramshackle buildings of canvas and rusted steel, she spared a look at the sun. She furrowed her brow a bit over the fact that it seemed to have barely moved since the time they'd entered the shed, and she made a few quick calculations in her head.

Her eyes widened a bit in surprise as she came to the startling realization that they couldn't have been in there for much more than fifteen minutes. Twenty tops.

Rey frowned as she looked at the bag she carried under her arm, ignoring the jangling of broken pieces of tech as she traced a thumb over the side pocket that contained her freshly earned portions. One and a half portions. That was more than she would be paid some days doing hours of back-breaking salvaging jobs, and she'd gotten them in less than half the time it took to walk a lap around Niima proper.

And all it took was a bit of petting and sucking some dick.

Rey sighed. She really didn't want to think about the implications of that. Yes, if she wanted to be able to work at her best tomorrow, then she obviously needed to eat, but she couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't just made a big mistake today that could lead her down a very slippery slope. Rummaging through old wrecks of starships for parts really wasn't the most glamorous life in the galaxy, but it was her life and a large part of her identity and self-image. She really had no plans of exchanging her title of "Rey the scavenger" to "Rey the whore" any time soon.

Rey shook her head, berating herself for her train of thought. What was done was done. She hadn't killed or robbed anyone, and there was no shame in using whatever means you had at your disposal to survive on such an inhospitable world, right? Besides, she may have opened the door for future sessions, as Gevin had put it, but nothing said she couldn't simply close that very same door at any time.

Then again, she thought, feeling a naughty thrill at the memory of Gevin's face contorted in pleasure, it had felt surprisingly good making someone else feel good. Seeing him look at her with wonder and awe as he lost himself to pleasure under her care. Listening to all the sounds he made as she brought him to the very heights of ecstasy.

The experience frankly still had Rey tingling in certain places, and there was a need, simmering just beneath the surface, that she would need to see to if she didn't want to spend half the night tossing and turning in her hammock. She felt her cheeks grow hot as flashes of what she'd just done played in her mind, accompanied by images and sensations of halformed fantasies both old and new. Never in a million years would she have ever thought that an encounter with Gevin of all people would have this effect on her.

Gevin.

Rey frowned as she thought about that look he had given her at the end. She hoped it didn't mean what she thought it meant. She could really do without that potential can of worms complicating her life.

Occupied by her troubled thoughts and conflicting feelings as she was, Rey wasn't really paying attention to where she was going. She was jolted back to the present after turning the corner of a tent building and suddenly found herself crossing someone's path. She managed to catch herself just at the last possible moment to avoid a full on collision, almost stumbling over her own feet before managing to quickly correct herself.

"Whoa, watch your step there, girlie," came their voice, deep and almost rumbling with the slightest hint of a hiss.

"Hey! Why don't you watch your own-!" Clutching her satchel close to her body Rey's voice had started out strong but quickly petered out when she swiveled around to face whoever she'd nearly crashed into. Or, to be more accurate, tried to face, for where most people would usually have their eyes the human girl instead only found a wide, masculine chest. The well defined pectorals were just barely contained by a plain grey shirt underneath a well worn jacket which had had its sleeves torn off, proudly displaying a pair of long, muscular arms. She slowly craned her neck upwards and with eyes wide her gaze swept over scaly skin, muted green in color, and took in what might have been the broadest shoulders she'd ever seen, easily bearing the carcass of the freshly killed thissermount calf draped across them. Looking on, Rey was met by the distinctly reptilian face of a Trandoshan, a pair of backwards facing hornlike protrutions lending his head an almost triangular look.

Unperturbed the Trandoshan casually raised his three fingered hands above his kill in a placating gesture. "Peace. Peace. No need to get testy," he chuckled, a deep and low sound that seemed to make the very air around them vibrate. "You alright there?" he asked, amber eyes with horizontally slitted pupils watching her with amusement, curiosity, and just the smallest hint of concern.

Boy, he really was a tall fellow, Rey thought, easily well above two meters at least if she had to take a guess. At 1,7 meters Rey wasn't exactly short for a human girl her age, but this guy made her feel positively tiny looking up at him. And those eyes! For the briefest of moments she felt herself actually going speechless as she lost herself gazing into those intense pools of gold before quickly snapping out of it, but made sure not to break eye contact—never show weakness on Jakku!

"Y-yeah. I'm fine," Rey said, tucking back a few loose strands of hair. Her eyes briefly flicked towards the rifle strapped to the Trandoshan's back, long barrel glinting in the slowly setting sun, and she felt herself stand a bit straighter and tried to act like her heart wasn't beating quicker than normal. "Sorry for snapping. You just...happened to catch me off guard, is all."

"Hey, no harm no foul," he said with a shrug, making the stubby legs of the thissermount jostle limply against his frame. He gave her a considering look. "You're Rey, right? One of the scavs working for Unkar Plutt? I've seen you around from time to time, but I don't believe I've had the pleasure of being introduced."

Rey blinked. "Yes, that's right," she said with a nod. "And you're...Sharp?"

"Well, I have my moments," the Trandoshan chuckled good-naturedly. "Shaarb," he corrected, giving her a lazy grin that showed off his fangs. "Shaarb Brenga."

"Shaarb," Rey repeated. "Right."

Shaarb Brenga. A fairly new inhabitant of Niima, having arrived at the outpost a little under a year ago. No one really knew where he came from or what his deal was, but with Niima being Niima the rumours and gossip surrounding him were not exactly in short supply, ranging the whole gamut from the very mundane to the highly fantastical. Some said he was a former bounty hunter who was tired of a life of danger; looking to settle down, others that he was simply scoping out the outpost for some nefarious purpose, and there was at least one who believed he was some disgraced and exiled prince.

Whatever the truth was, Shaarb seemed content keeping people guessing, mostly keeping to himself as he took up position as a hunter, prowling the wastes for game which he'd then sell on to the vendors. Whether Shaarb really was some old bounty hunter or not Rey couldn't say, but he certainly seemed to have the skills of one as what little else she did know about him was that on occasion he'd hire out his services to Constable Zuvio and the Niima Outpost Militia. He would help them track and hunt down lawbreakers that tried to escape what little justice there was to be found on Jakku, and by all accounts he certainly seemed highly competent at it.

"You heading home, Rey?" Shaarb asked as he languidly leaned back. His biceps bulged as he adjusted his grip on the dead animal across his shoulders, but didn't give even the slightest outward sign of discomfort at carrying what easily had to weigh at least sixty or seventy kilograms. He tilted his head lightly to the side as he peered down at her. "I heard Plutt just closed up shop, so I'd figured you'd be well on your way already."

"Y-yeah, just about to," Rey said, taking a small half-step back once she realized just how close they were standing. "I was just...spending some time with a friend."

Shaarb looked at her oddly for a moment, eyes giving her a quick once-over before seemingly noticing something on her face. A forked tongue flicked out of his wide, reptilian mouth to taste the air before quickly going back in again. His eyes widened for less than a second.

"Well, friends are nice to have," Shaarb chuckled as a sly, knowing grin formed on his face. "By the way, you, eh, have some..." He craned his neck and reached over his kill with one hand, meaningfully pointing a sharp claw at the edge of his mouth.

Arching an eyebrow in confusion Rey mirrored Shaarb and raised a hand to her mouth. Feeling her finger touch something sticky she frowned and wiped it off before bringing it before her eyes for a closer inspection. For a moment she simply looked down at the little droplet of white, sticky viscous fluid that stuck between her thumb and index finger, then her mind finally caught on and her face paled. Her head instantly shot back up and stared at Shaarb like a bloggin caught in the headlights. His yellow eyes glinted with amusement as he watched the young human girl.

"This isn't...! I wasn't...!" Rey sputtered, trying and failing to form coherent sentences. She desperately tried to come up with something, anything, that would convince the large Trandoshan that it was something else entirely than the thing it oh so obviously was.

Shaarb, the kriffing asshole, just threw his head back and laughed at her embarrassment. It was a deep and rumbling sound that seemed to reverberate through her very core, and Rey felt her stomach do a little flip against her will.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to laugh," he said, still chuckling to himself. "A word of advice, though; next time you see your 'friend', you may want to clean up better afterward. There are people who are a lot more loose-lipped than me."

Feeling her face burn with embarrassment Rey simply held her tongue. What was there even to say?

Shaarb turned himself around, rifle and the bound legs of the thissermount swinging with the motion, and started to walk away in the same direction he'd been heading before they bumped into each other. "Well, I need to go and drop this little guy off," he said, "but I'll see you around, Rey." With a final parting look over his shoulder, still grinning, he winked at her. "Have a good night now and try to not get into any trouble."

For a moment all Rey could do was simply stand there in silence and stare at Shaarb's back. She then quickly crouched down to wipe her fingers through the sand before sprinting the last of the way towards her speeder, all the while repeating a single four letter word over and over again in her mind. Once she reached her ride she quickly removed the wire that electrified it before jumping on. She scanned her thumb and hit the ignition, causing the twin engine to sputter to life and shot off towards the Goazon Badlands.

By the time Rey returned to the downed AT-AT that served as her home she'd somewhat managed to calm down and get her raging thoughts and emotions back under control. Keyword being somewhat. It would definitely be an understatement to say that she wasn't happy about the fact that someone seemed to have found out what she had done with Gevin so quickly, especially after having given the Twi'lek boy such a hard time about keeping the whole damn thing a secret in the first place.

Rey parked but made no move to get off her speeder. Clutching the handles in a vice-like grip, lips pressed together in a tight, thin line, she replayed the encounter over and over again. Seriously, the first kriffing person she bumped into just had to be a guy that belonged to a species that could probably sniff out a grain of salt in a hill of sand if they put their mind to it. The only bright side to the whole thing was that at the very least Shaarb didn't strike her as the gossiping type. Also, there really was no way for the Trandoshan to know that she'd been paid to do it. Hell, as far as he knew she probably just sucked dick for fun!

...

Rey closed her eyes. She breathed in deeply through her nose, then slowly leaned forward to press her forehead against the dashboard before letting out a long, keening groan into which she poured all her frustration and embarrassment.

Once she ran out of air Rey simply sat like that for a moment, the wind softly blowing across the sand being the only sound remaining. To her great surprise, that little act of providing an outlet for the many emotions swirling inside of her actually seemed to have really helped, giving her a cathartic release she hadn't known she needed, and she found herself able to think clearly again.

Rey sat up and sighed, gave a little nod to herself and slipped out of her seat before grabbing her stuff. What was done was done. It was out of her hands at this point, and all she could do was adapt and act accordingly.

Entering through the auxiliary hatch that served as her front door, Rey was finally home. Taking a brief moment to survey her humble domain, gaze wandering across her meager yet treasured belongings, her lips curled into a small smile. It may not be much but it was hers.

Rey started going through the same routine she'd done nearly every day for years now, moving almost as if on autopilot. She put her satchel down on her work bench to be seen to later, then unslung her gear, putting everything in its proper place. Two steps and a turn later she was in her "kitchen", turning a knob on her makeshift stove before going to the wall to add another mark to the tally as she waited for it to heat up. Scratch done Rey eyed the fresh little line, standing at the end of long, long lines of identical ones which soon threatened to cover the entirety of the wall. She gave a rueful smile, taking in all the days on display, then went to cook her food in silence.

With a cup of water and a tray of freshly made polystarch bread and veg-meat in her hands the young scavenger girl went outside, having decided to have her meal while enjoying the sunset. She sat down, crossed her legs and leaned her back against the top—or perhaps it was more appropriate to call it the back or spine—of the old walker, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

Well, today certainly had been eventful, Rey thought sardonically as she took her first bite out of the doughy bread. Imperial fare today, she noted idly as she started chewing the nearly tasteless food. Pure fuel for the body. She wished she could afford some spices to make it more palatable, but such luxury was beyond her.

It was surreal to think that the most savory thing she'd end up having today would turn out to be Gevin's load.

Rey stopped mid-chew as the thought came unbidden to her mind. She sat still for a moment before finally swallowing. She reached for her cup of water as her mind started replaying the rather...salacious activities she'd partaken in today.

She remembered the feeling of Gevin's hands as he fondled her breasts and the sensations they had awoken within her. The thrilling mix of nervousness and burgeoning excitement as she serviced his dick, familiarizing herself with every inch of it. The look on his face as it contracted in pleasure, and the taste of his seed as he spent himself in her mouth. She then thought of Shaarb; tall, muscular, confident, and with a voice that sent shivers down her spine. He had sussed out what she'd done right away. He must have pictured her doing it. On her knees and slobbering over some cock.

Did he picture her doing it with his?

By the time Rey finished her meal, having made sure to not let so much as a single crumb go to waste, the scavenger girl was fidgeting restlessly in place.

Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to turn in a bit early for the night. To lay down in her hammock, pull down her panties and let her fingers do a bit of spelunking. To help her alleviate this urgent pressure she was feeling. It had definitely been a while since last time, and fixing her satchel could wait until tomorrow morning.

With the tray under her arm Rey cast a final look over her shoulder. She watched Jakku's sun dip below the horizon, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

Chapter Text

Unkar Plutt hummed and hawed as he turned the comm-device around in his meaty hands—a standard C1 personal comlink that had been widely used by the Galactic Empire back in the day. The bloated, pink face of the junk boss of Niima Outpost was scrunched up as he appraised the comlink from several different angles, taking his precious time as he inspected the little device. He finally gave a nod and grunted in approval as he put it back in a box on the counter, a box which contained roughly a dozen identical comlinks.

"One half portion," Unkar said in his usual gruff tone, his voice like gravel against Rey's ears. Turning his substantial bulk around within his booth the Crolute moved to fetch payment for the salvage.

Rey perked up in positive surprise when she heard the price, just about able to keep herself from smiling at Unkar's unexpected generosity. At half a portion a pop she would be eating good well into next week without even having to divvy up each serving like she usually would.

However, her face quickly fell when a single half-portion ration packet was slapped onto the counter, and no more came to follow it.

"Wait, not half a portion for each one?" the scavenger girl asked in disbelief, not quite able to hide the disappointment from seeping into her voice. Furrowing her brow she briefly eyed the offered payment like it was some form of personal mockery before fixing her gaze into the 'Blobfish's' beady little eyes. "They should at the very least be worth a quarter portion each."

"A quarter each?" Plutt repeated incredulously before an ugly grin quickly spread across his face. He threw his head back and let out a rough, throaty laugh that made the folds of his fat neck jiggle. A bit of spittle escaped his mouth which rained down on the counter, making Rey's lips almost curl up in distaste.

"They're in great condition and they all work flawlessly," she stated at length, her tone even while doing her best to not show any reaction to the fact that he had just laughed her in the face. "I made sure of that myself."

"Oh, I am sure you did, my girl," Unkar nodded, a slimy smile on his face as he spoke in a manner that was perhaps intended to be sagely and paternal but instead only came off as profoundly condescending, like he was speaking to an idiot child. "But you have to understand that there simply isn't much demand for old Imperial comms these days, and I do need to earn a profit here. I'm running a business, not a charity. With that said, though, I am in a generous mood." He reached under the counter, rummaging around for a second before casually tossing a small one-fifth portion packet on top of the previous one. "Consider it a bonus for making me laugh."

Rey narrowed her eyes, positively fuming inside, and briefly considered simply tossing her "bonus" through the grate that separated them, right back in Plutt's face to wipe the sneer off of it. However, that impulse died as quickly as it had come. Sighing in resignation she slumped her shoulders and averted her eyes as she swiped her payment off the counter. She then turned on her heel and walked away without another word.

Rey could hear Unkar chuckle to himself at her expense, muttering "a quarter portion each" under his breath, before he called for the next person to step forward. She marched past the shuffling line of scavengers waiting for their turn to hand in their salvage of the day, and wondered to herself if they were going to receive a better deal now that she'd managed to put the miserly Crolute in something which could almost be described as a good mood. She doubted it.

With her own mood soured, the scavenger girl left the comfort of the shade provided by the Concession Stand's tarped awning roof, and felt the familiar burn of Jakku's sun on her skin. Not wishing to linger more than she had to after her disappointment, and with nothing else keeping her, she started making her way towards her speeder, ready to head home for the day.

Rey had only walked maybe thirty meters or so when the faint sound of a pair of feet, jogging towards her, reached her ears and a familiar boyish voice called out to her.

"Hi, Rey," Gevin said as he approached. The gangly Twi'lek boy gave her a wide grin which prominently displayed the gap left behind by his chipped front tooth as he quickly fell into step with her. "How's it going?"

Rey could just barely muster up a tired smile for him. "Oh, hey, Gevin," she said, still not understanding how he seemingly managed to stay so chipper all the time. "Nothing much. Just about to head home."

"Something's got you down in the dumps?" he asked with a frown, adjusting his grip on the bag he carried over his shoulder.

Rey let out a deep sigh. Was she really that obvious? "Just Unkar being a cheap scughole again," she grumbled, the Crolute's mocking laugh still ringing in her ears.

"Ah, just another sunny day in Niima then," Gevin nodded knowingly. "The bosses weren't exactly happy with what the Blobfish decided to pay today either, but what can you do? It's not like there's anyone else we can sell to anymore, and even if there were I don't think anyone's in a hurry to end up like Crusher."

"I know, but it's just so frustrating," Rey declared heatedly, her voice turning into a low, seething hiss as they walked. "I stayed up late last night to make sure those comlinks would be in tip-top condition, only to have him give me a lousy half-portion for the lot of them! And then, to top it all off, the bloody bastard has the audacity to laugh me right in the face!"

"Yeah, it sucks," Gevin agreed and nodded sympathetically, happy to lend Rey his ear as she aired her grievances. He got a faraway look in his eyes for a moment before a sly grin suddenly broke out on his face. "Speaking of sucking, how do you feel about earning some portions from someone who does appreciate your services?"

About a month and a half ago that brazen question would have sent Rey into a red faced, sputtering rage, and probably earned Gevin more than a few bruises and maybe even a sprained bone or two. Now, however, all Rey did was give the Twi'lek boy a deadpan look without even breaking her stride.

"Really, Gevin?" she asked flatly before lowering her voice. "Last time we did it was just three days ago and you already want more?" 

"What can I say?" Gevin laughed and threw his free hand in the air. "You've got me addicted to that pretty mouth of yours."

"Ugh! Don't be gross, Gevin," Rey reproached him and none too gently shoved her elbow into his ribs. "And keep your voice down. There's still plenty of people about."

"I'm not hearing a no here," Gevin groaned, his grin still present but looking a fair bit more strained as he rubbed his now tender side.

"Do you even have enough for it?" Rey asked pointedly, arching an eyebrow and tilting her head as she fixed her gaze on him. "You've burned through your stash from the A-wing job, and from what I've heard your group hasn't exactly had the best of luck lately. You know I won't give you a discount."

"Well, I might not have enough for the full treatment," he admitted while scratching his neck in embarrassment, averting his eyes for a second. "But I do have about three quarter portions I've managed to scrounge up for you."

Rey closed her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Gevin, you know you still need to eat, right? You can't just spend all your earnings on me so you can get off."

"Yeah, I know. I'm not stupid," Gevin said, a defensive edge to his tone. "If I give you the three quarters I've saved then that still leaves me with the one quarter portion that I got today. That should be just enough to last me until tomorrow when we get paid."

"Someone's sounding confident."

Gevin grinned widely. "You bet I am. The bosses just got a hot tip that's sure to bring home the mother lode, so no need to worry about me."

Rey sighed again before glancing down at the little packets of food in her hand, softly tracing her thumb over the plastic wrapping. She wouldn't lie. The offer was tempting. The extra food meant that she would be able to afford staying home tomorrow and see to doing some much needed maintenance work on her speeder. She'd been putting it off for a while now and didn't know how much longer it would be before something unfortunate happened.

"You're certain you're going to be able to manage?"

"Positive."

"...Alright, fine," Rey finally relented, knowing that Gevin would probably just keep on pestering her until she caved anyway.

"Really? Yes!" Gevin's face lit up like a star in the night sky. He pumped his fist in the air and let out a triumphant whoop.

"Keep it down, please," Rey hissed as she reached out and lightly yanked down on one of Gevin's lekku, bringing his excitement down to a more discreet level while also making sure that she had his full attention. "Now," she continued in a voice that was stern yet patient, "if I do this, I don't want to see you come crying to me if that 'hot tip' ends up being a complete bust tomorrow. Okay?"

"Oh, it won't be, trust me," he declared, filling his words with the type of misplaced confidence like only he could.

Rey gave him a nod, trying her best to hide the skepticism she felt. From her experience "hot tips" were rarely if ever reliable, especially in their line of work. She put the portions she'd earned from selling the comlinks into her bag and cast a quick glance towards the sun, trying to determine how long it would be before she'd be home.

"Alright. Head to the usual place," she finally said. "I'll take the long way around and meet up with you in a moment."

O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O

It was only a short while later that Rey once more found herself on her knees in the lonely and abandoned little shed on the outskirts of Niima Outpost. Ever since Gevin had first brought her there the place had come to serve as their private meeting spot where they could conduct their secret..."business" dealings in peace. Free from the prying eyes and ears of the population of Niima.

The now familiar sounds of Gevin's grunts, groans, and words of appreciation and encouragement, as well as the sounds her own mouth made as she sucked, licked and slobbered over his dick, bounced against the rusty walls of old sheet metal that surrounded them on all sides. A veritable cacophony of debauchery that not too long ago would have absolutely mortified the young scavenger girl had she heard it, and would have made her call you insane had you told her she would ever be the cause and center of such noises.

"Oh, yeah. That's kriffing fantastic," Gevin groaned, fully savoring the feeling of Rey's lips moving up and down his turgid flesh as he leaned against the workbench in the corner, trousers pulled down to his ankles. He let out a shuddering breath and briefly clenched his eyes tightly shut at a particular upward stroke of her tongue. Firmly pressed against the underside of his hardened shaft it moulded itself against his dick as it traced along a thick vein, and once only the head remained in her mouth, Rey used her tongue to swirl all over the glans.

Playing up the lewd sounds she was making for Gevin's benefit, Rey loudly slurped and moaned as she licked and sucked the length of his red prick. Taking a moment to pay some extra attention to the frenulum she unleashed a quick assault of flicks with the tip of her tongue that made the muscles in Gevin's thighs and abdomen twitch, tense, and then relax in rapid succession.

Gevin's hands tightly gripped the edge of the workbench, hard enough to make his bright red skin grow pale across his knuckles. Keeping his mitts to himself was always a struggle for him, but Gevin did his best to keep them occupied lest he'd instinctively reach out for Rey as she worked his manhood. He'd learned early on that any attempt of trying to control her pace, or even lay a hand on her head as she sucked him off, was a good and quick way to earn her ire.

Rey went down one last time before slowly moving her way back up again and popped the cock out of her mouth, gasping in a fresh lungful of air. Without skipping a beat she then quickly grasped it in her hand and used her own plentiful spit as lube to start jerking it in a twisting screw grip. Moving her hand up and down the slick shaft she gave the helmeted head of the red dick a scrutinizing look.

"You're lasting longer than usual," she stated matter-of-factly without so much as pausing the ministrations of her hand.

"W-well, I hoped I'd get the chance to see you today, so I rubbed one out earlier," Gevin admitted. His voice sounded shaky, uneven, as Rey worked his shaft, his breath hitching every time she would rhythmically clench her hand on each upward stroke. "I didn't want things to end as quickly as they did last time."

Rey couldn't help but smirk at the memory. She'd decided to try something new, and it had ended up making Gevin spend himself right then and there, blasting his load straight down her gullet not even thirty seconds after they'd started. After the deed was over and done with he had been left dazed and even a bit confused over what had just happened, going so far as to say that it had felt like she'd just sucked his soul right out of his dick. Once he'd been able to find his words again that is.

"Is that a challenge I'm hearing?"

"Not a challenge, just trying to get my portions' worth here," he said with a smile that twitched at the edges.

"Oh, are you saying you're dissatisfied with my care? Rey asked, her voice overly sweet and laced with humour.

Gevin let out a shaky laugh that ended in a groan as Rey used her thumb to softly but firmly rub circles onto the tip of his glans, circling the slit. "F-far from it," he breathed out. "You've actually almost gotten too good. The ways you make me come are great, don't get me wrong, but how about letting a guy take some time to enjoy himself before you make him blow his load?"

Rey rolled her eyes but couldn't quite wipe the amused smirk off her face.

It wasn't exactly something Rey was eager to admit out loud, but she'd taken to the art of sucking dick like a nightwatcher worm took to sand. At first she had simply seen the whole thing as an easy way to earn some extra portions on the side, to make up for the times she knew Unkar Plutt was shortchanging her, but she had quickly made the decision that if she was going to be doing this on a semi-regular basis then she might as well get good at it. Soon their little meet-ups became not just an opportunity for her to earn extra food, but also to experiment, try new things, and generally just improve her technique.

Now, by their seventh get-together, she'd pretty much figured out all the ways to make Gevin squirm and turn him to putty in her hands.

"Just make sure to warn me before you're about to blow," she said. "Three quarter portions gets you my mouth but not the privilege of coming inside it."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Gevin said impatiently. "You've made your rates perfectly clear. No need to remind me every time." He went quiet for a moment as his face took on a thoughtful look. "Do you think I could paint your face this time, though?" he asked hopefully. "That would be so hot."

Rey stopped the movement of her hand and gave him a deadpan look which she believed was all the answer he needed.

"Eh, doesn't hurt to ask," he said with a shrug, but let out a little yelp of pain when Rey clenched her fist just a little too hard for his liking.

"Warn me," she reiterated, briefly looking down at the dick in her hand before looking back up again to make sure that Gevin's gaze was fixed completely on her. Rey placed her lips upon the glans, giving it a soft kiss before opening her mouth wide with a drawn out "ah" and started to slowly and deliberately move her way down the shaft. She removed her hand from it, placing one hand on each of his thighs for leverage, and stared up unblinkingly into Gevin's eyes, hazel meeting orange, watching them widen in awe and wonder as she took more and more of him into the wet heat of her mouth. Never once did she stop, slowly going down on him without flinching or even so much as showing the slightest sign of discomfort, until finally, the tip of her nose bumped against the hairless skin just above his groin, having successfully taken everything he had to offer.

For a moment she simply stayed like that, watching Gevin squirm under her unflinching gaze as his hard cock rested on her tongue. Her lips were perfectly wrapped around its circumference and the bulging, throbbing head was firmly lodged at the back of her throat. She then proceeded with hollowing out her cheeks, practically creating a vacuum seal that made Gevin let out a hiss of surprised ecstasy. Seemingly unable to help himself any longer, he instinctively shot out his hand and grabbed onto one of her hair buns, holding on for dear life as she started bobbing her head up and down on his prick.

Rey rolled her eyes but made no move to swat his hand away like she usually would. As long as he didn't try to guide her or otherwise take control of things she would allow his little breach of etiquette just this once. But they would definitely have a talk about it once they were done.

She angled her head slightly to let him rub against the soft inside of her cheek and would then move up about halfway his length before going all the way down again, each time taking him as far as he could possibly go, straight down to the root. Never once did he even come close to trigger her gag reflex, Rey having finally learned how to supress it during their fifth session a little under two weeks ago. She had no idea how well she would do with a bigger and longer cock, but at this point she was confidently able to "deepthroat" Gevin without trouble.

The young Twi'lek drew in air in hard, hissing breaths, his face contorted in pleasure and looking just about ready to blow at any second now. Yet still he was holding on, doing everything in his power to prolong the blissful experience. A secret thrill went through Rey at that moment. The same one she'd felt the first time she'd sucked Gevin off, and then on every other subsequent occasion since. That feeling that came from seeing and hearing him be made absolutely undone from pleasure and knowing that she was responsible. The knowledge that she could make someone reach such heights of ecstasy never failed to stir something deep inside of her.

She wanted to see him come. She wanted to see him come for her.

Rey removed her right hand from its position on Gevin's leg and placed it upon her inner thigh. The fabric of her pants did little if anything to dampen the sensations of the feather-light touches her fingers provided as they slowly snaked their way upwards, towards the junction of her legs where her pussy quivered with need. Reaching her goal she hesitantly stroked herself, sending a sudden jolt of pleasure up her spine as she traced the outline of her labia through her clothes.

Oh, yeah. She was definitely jilling herself off the very minute she got home.

But first she had to take care of Gevin.

If deepthroating him wasn't quite enough to make him burst right away, then perhaps it was time to take things up a notch and do the very thing that had sent him hurtling over the edge the last time they'd gotten together.

Rey started swallowing.

She audibly gulped and glucked as her throat started to rhythmically contract against the head of Gevin's throbbing cock each time she took him as far as he would go.

The reaction was near instantaneous. Gevin let out a strangled cry, his fingers tightening their hold on her hair as the last of his willpower shattered. Unable to hold himself back anymore the Twi'lek boy's bony hips started to jerkily thrust against her face, letting go of all reason as he sought nothing but release. His ass slammed back against the workbench with each desperate movement, making it thud against the wall with enough force to threaten to spill the ration packets beside him to the floor.

"Just a little more!" Gevin wheezed out through tightly gritted teeth, seemingly retaining just enough awareness to let a warning out. There was an undeniable urgency in his voice which Rey had rarely heard before, making her stomach give a little flip. Ignoring the veritable river of drool that now flowed freely from her mouth, surely making a right mess on her clothes, she kept on sucking. Her eyes were fixed firmly on Gevin's face, completely ignoring the way his balls slapped against her chin and instead solely looked for the telltale signs that came right before eruption. She wanted to time things perfectly before she'd have to spit his tool out, jerk him to completion and have him spill his seed onto the floor. She wanted this moment to last, to see the pleasure she gave him etched into his face for as long as she could.


The sudden loud creaking of metal scraping against metal made the young scavengers completely freeze in place.


It was as if someone had suddenly poured a bucket of cold water over her head. Rey could practically feel all colour drain from her face as a sinking feeling took hold of her stomach, the twitching cock in her mouth having been reduced to a mere afterthought. Her eyes widened in shock and dawning horror with Gevin mirroring her expression, all thought of his imminent climax completely forgotten. As one their eyes darted towards the door that was perpendicular to the bench they used as support, finding it being casually shoved open by a tall figure. For a brief second the bright Jakku sun at the person's back made them appear as nothing but a solid black outline before quickly gaining detail as they stepped inside, revealing the imposing reptilian form of the Trandoshan Shaarb Brenga.

"Hey, Rey, sorry if I'm interrupting something but I was told you could-"

Shaarb's tone was laid back and jovial but his words instantly died on his tongue the second he laid his eyes on them, blinking once in surprise as he took in the scene he'd stumbled upon.

The two of them must have been quite a sight; Rey on her knees with her lips wrapped around Gevin's cock and Gevin slightly hunched over as he gripped her hair, both looking at Shaarb with wide eyes, like a pair of bloggins caught in the headlights of a speeder. For a moment they all simply stared at one another, nobody moving a muscle as each second dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Shaarb stood like a statue, his face betraying no reaction at her and Gevin's rather compromising position save for a subtle widening of his golden eyes and a slight arching of a brow.

"Um, I can come back later," Shaarb finally said and awkwardly pointed a thumb over his shoulder. "Let you guys finish up."

Neither answered him. Rey was at a complete loss, her mind blank in the face of the rising horror and dread at having been found out, body frozen in place. Her eyes flicked between Shaarb and Gevin, seeing the Twi'lek boy gaze back at the tall Trandoshan with a look of petrified fear. Gevin's hand, perhaps slick with sweat, slid minutely across the surface of the bench, nudging against one of the ration packets that was to be her payment. Having already teetered dangerously close to the edge the plastic wrapped little quarter-portion of food fell to the floor with a soft, rustling smack.

Shaarb's attention was drawn to it in an instant. He blinked, then naturally moved up to take in the rest of the rations still on the bench. His eyes quickly flicked between the packets and the two of them a couple of times, and Rey could practically see the gears turning inside his head as he quickly put two and two together.

Thin reptilian lips slowly broke out in a sharp-toothed smirk. The initial sheepish awkwardness that had come from having intruded upon something supposedly private and intimate was instantly washed away, replaced by a look of amusement as Shaarb realized that it wasn't exactly a couple of young lovers he'd caught in the act. His posture relaxed and he languidly leaned himself against the doorframe, crossing his muscular arms over his wide chest.

"Well, well, so that's how it is," Shaarb chuckled. He had an almost playful glint in his golden eyes as he cocked his head to the side and gave the two mortified young scavengers a knowing look. "Making a bit extra on the side are we? And here I thought Old Meru's place had a monopoly on this sort of...'business' around here. Can't imagine she would be thrilled about the competition."

His words seemed to have been enough to snap Gevin back to reality. The young Twi'lek, his eyes wide with fear as he stared at the tall Trandoshan, instantly let go of Rey's hair like it was on fire and shoved her backwards, dislodging his dick from her mouth with a wet pop. Banging against the workbench, spit slick erection bobbing in the air, his eyes darted between the door and Shaarb leaning in its opening. Freedom and danger.

Making his decision he near stumbled over his own feet as he quickly pulled up his pants while rushing for the door. Shaarb made no move to stop the young Twi'lek, merely raising a brow as he calmly watched the smaller male duck his way around his considerable frame before taking off into the brightly lit outdoors, running away as fast as his skinny legs could carry him.

Shaarb let out a whistle. "Dank farrik, that boy's got a pair of legs on him," he said, sounding genuinly impressed at Gevin's sudden burst of speed as he made his escape.

Rey, for her part, could only gape in disbelief at Gevin's back through the door's opening as he made his retreat, quickly disappearing from view.

She couldn't believe he'd just up and left her like that!

Shaarb slowly turned to look at her, and Rey suddenly felt oh so very small as she looked up and fleetingly met the gaze of the tall, broad shouldered Trandoshan before quickly averting her eyes. She self-consciously wiped away the drool that covered her lips and chin as her face grew hot, red from embarrassment and abject humiliation. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him study her with an unreadable expression on his face, looking at her in a new light as he gave her a thorough once over without a single shred of shame.

Rey suddenly wished for nothing more than for the ground to swallow her whole.

"Why don't you grab your things and come with me?" Shaarb finally said after a tense moment of silence, nodding towards her gear before turning to leave. "I believe we should have a little chat."

For a moment Rey simply sat there, hardly even looking at Shaarb's muscular back as he left the shed, feeling a hollow numbness envelop her entire being. My life is over, she couldn't help but think as she rose herself on unsteady legs. Almost as if she was on autopilot she dully gathered her bag and staff before giving the ration packets an empty look. She silently cursed the day she had agreed to Gevin's stupid proposition in the first place, and with her shoulders slumped in defeat she gathered and stuffed the portions in her pack and left the shed, probably for the last time.

She found Shaarb waiting for her outside, leaning a meaty shoulder against one of the slightly less rust covered spots of the wall. "You ready?"

Her head held low, unable to even look at him, Rey gave a small nod. She could probably try to make a run for it like Gevin had, but what would even be the point? If the things she'd heard about him were true then there was no way she would be able to hide from Shaarb for long. She briefly wondered why he'd even come looking for her in the first place, but numbly let the matter rest. It wasn't like it made any difference now.

"Good," he said. "Let's go."

With that he took off, heading back towards Niima without another word, clearly expecting her to follow him. He marched at a brisk pace and his longer legs intially gave Rey some trouble as she struggled to fall into step with him, being forced to jog in places just to keep up.

As they left the outskirts and started making their way through Niima proper, groups of people who noticed their approach would quickly avert their eyes and simply part and move out of the way for them. Or, rather, it was probably more accurate to say that they made way for Shaarb, barely even noticing her as they did their best to be below the Trandoshan's notice, and Rey couldn't exactly blame them. Shaarb cut quite an imposing figure, tall and muscular, a stone faced expression on his face as he walked with an almost single minded purpose, never stopping or even pausing to give so much as a glance over his shoulder to make sure she was still following behind. It was eerie just how different he now seemed compared to the person she'd bumped into nearly a month and a half ago.

Anxiety had a tight hold on her and she couldn't help but wonder what fate he had in store for her. Where was Shaarb taking her? Since he was known to hire his services out to Constable Zuvio, did that mean he was taking her to him? Had she and Gevin broken some law with what they'd been doing? No, they couldn't have, could they? Prostitution was hardly illegal in Niima, and it was no secret that Old Meru's—named after the old cyborg lady who owned it—was less an inn or a tavern and more of a brothel, with girls who would ply their trade and sell themselves to any visiting offworlder with a few credits to rub together. Maybe it was something stupid like her needing some form of license or something?

Whatever the case, as they quickly passed the constable's office without pausing or Shaarb even giving it so much as a glance, her mind couldn't help but start painting up a far worse scenario that made a cold hand grab a tight hold of her insides. Sure, Shaarb may do work for Zuvio from time to time, but everyone in Niima, including the lawmen, in one form or another, ultimately answered to Unkar Plutt.

If the Blobfish ever found out what Rey had been doing to earn her extra portions, she didn't know what she'd do!

They turned a corner and Rey's fear was quickly replaced with a profound sense of confusion. Seeing the unmistakable shapes of the starships in the distance  made Rey raise her eyebrows as she realized they were not actually heading for the Concession Stand like she'd expected, instead making a beeline for the space port on the other side of the outpost. Well, calling it a proper port was perhaps a bit too generous as it was little more than a simple landing field where people would simply park their ships wherever there was room, but it was the only one Jakku had so most people who had business on the planet would come through there.

What in the world did Shaarb want with her there?

They eventually passed through the old, dilapidated red archway that was the main gate, the first thing that would welcome any visiting offworlder to Jakku, and started moving past the number of ships parked on the field. Rey's eyes skimmed over all the different spacecraft, making note of their different make and design as well as silently going through any bits of trivia she knew about them in a feeble attempt to still her nerves. Most of the ships belonged to the offworlders who'd come for refuel and stars knows what else, but there were a few that were owned by Unkar Plutt himself, and she thought back to the many days he'd had her help him repair them or see to their maintainance. Her gaze then fell on one ship in particular; an old Corellian junk pile of a freighter which Unkar Plutt had stolen from the Irving Boys, and her eyes couldn't help but narrow when she remembered some of the rather illadvised modifications he'd installed on it. Who in their right mind would put a compressor on the ignition line? Seriously.

"Ah, here we are," Shaarb suddenly said, breaking Rey out of her reverie just in time to stop her from walking straight into the solid wall of muscle that was his back. It would seem they had finally arrived at their destination, and with a feeling of trepidation she did her best to quell she looked up and took in the sight of the spaceship in front of her.

It was an old ship, a retrofitted GB-42 Vister if she wasn't mistaken, whose better days were clearly far far behind it. The hull was pockmarked with dents and scratches and practically covered with carbon scoring. From this side Rey could also count at least two instances where the ship was missing pieces of its plating, exposing the some of the frame and wiring underneath. A stabilizer hung limply against the side, just barely still connected, and, to top things off, one of its big twin engines was nowhere to be seen, making the whole thing tilt just slightly off to one side.

It would take a lot of time and effort if this ship was ever going to be spaceworthy again, and Rey couldn't help but wonder how in the world it had even managed to land in the first place. Almost as if to complete the whole sorry picture, a loud, semi regular clanging brought her attention to the steelpecker perched on the roof. The mangy bird was banging its hard beak against the hull, trying to pry away pieces of the metals it liked to eat.

Shaarb let out a curse under his breath before casually dropping to his knees and picked up a ball bearing that was lying half buried in the sand. He took a moment to gauge the weight of the piece of metal in his hand before taking aim and chucked it at the bird. The bearing shot through the air like a blaster bolt, making a sudden impact on the hull right underneath the steelpecker's feet with a loud, reverberating twang. It instantly sent the bird flying with a frightened squawk and a flutter of its greasy black feathers.

"Lousy pest," Shaarb muttered in annoyance before turning his eyes to Rey. Catching the confused and uneasy look on her face his expression relaxed for the first time since they'd left the shed, his lips splitting into an easy grin that showed off his sharp teeth before giving a nod towards the ship. "So, here we are. Castle Brenga. My humble home. Thoughts?"

Rey blinked, confused and put on the spot. "Oh. It's..." Rey stammered, racking her brain trying to come up with something, anything, nice to say about it.

"An old, busted piece of shit?" Shaarb said with a knowing look, catching her off guard. Her expression made the Trandoshan let out a quick, rumbling laugh. "I know you were thinking it and you're not wrong, no need to beat around the bush. This old bucket of bolts' flying days are definitely over. We've had some good times together, her and I, but now all she needs to be is a place where I can eat, sleep, and," he gave Rey a glance, "whatever else."

Rey barely even had time to ponder what the look meant before Shaarb turned and started to walk up to the ship.

"Come. Let's get inside," he said as he strolled up to what appeared to be the main hatch. He entered a code on the keypad next to it with a quick finger and the opening mechanism came to life with a low, drawn out groan as hidden machinery got to work. The doors opened with a squeaky whirr and a boarding ramp started to slowly extend at a slope, letting out a cringe inducing screech before finishing. The whole thing was definitely in desperate need of a good oiling.

Shaarb walked up the ramp and disappeared from sight as Rey stayed rooted to the spot. Part of her, her more careful side, was screaming at her to make a run for it and not follow the mysterious, but potentially highly dangerous, lizard man into places unknown, you stupid girl! However, another part of her, her naturally curious side, was itching to know what he wanted from her. What was he playing at, and why had he, a guy who many viewed as something of a social recluse, decided to take her here to his very home of all places?

With her mind made up, and with a nervous flutter in her belly, Rey let out a sigh before following Shaarb inside, making sure she had a good grip on her staff as she hoped she wasn't making yet another mistake.

The insides of the ship, while not exactly pristine, were in a markedly better condition than the beat down exterior would have ever suggested. Shaarb led Rey down a short corridor, moving past a couple of doors before stopping in front of one which quickly slid into the wall with a loud hiss of compressed air, allowing them to continue inside.

Rey's eyes darted around the room she now found himself in. She warily and attentively took in all the details she could see of her new surroundings, making sure to look for any possible escape routes in case things went south. It was rather large, she concluded, combining both kitchen and common area into one, with each function taking up about equal amount of space. Her attention was drawn towards the pelt of a razorwolf which adorned one of the sloped walls, along with what could have only been the skull from the very same animal mounted right above it. Stark white, seemingly grinning with a mouth full of teeth that gleamed in the light, it stared down at Rey with hollow eye sockets, not exactly doing wonders for her current mood.

Turning her gaze away from the grim visage her eyes wandered on, taking in the smaller things. There was bit of clutter here and there, but nothing more than one would expect from someone living in their little part of the galaxy. A few articles of clothing were draped over furniture, or simply left to lie on the floor, while a pile of dirty dishes sat at a counter, and in one corner a toolbox stood open with its contents haphazardly strewn out around it, almost as if someone had been digging for something in particular without bothering to put things back where they belonged.

"Sorry about the mess," Shaarb said, noticing her scrutinizing eye, but there wasn't even the smallest hint of embarrassment in his words. He picked a shirt off the floor and casually tossed it across the room into a hamper by the wall. "I don't usually entertain guests so I haven't had much reason to clean."

He led Rey over to a sitting area at the far side of the room where a low table stood fixed to the floor in front of a curved couch which jutted out of the wall, and gestured for her to have a seat. Her eyes flicked warily between him and the couch for just a moment before hesitantly sitting herself down on the synth leather. She had to stifle a sound of surprise when she unexpectedly found her butt sinking deep into the spongy cushioning.

Shaarb gave her an amused look as he gathered up a bowl and a few other sundry items spread across the table before turning his back on her, walking over to the kitchen area to put them away. "So, what can I get you?" he then asked as he opened up a compartment to quickly produce a couple of metal tumblers. "Water? Kaf? Something stronger?"

"Um, what?" Rey looked at the Trandoshan in confusion, finding herself a bit distracted as she struggled to find a good sitting position.

"To drink," he laughed. "What can I get you?"

"Oh. Um, water is fine," she said hesitantly, her answer sounding almost like a question in her ears.

"Coming right up." Shaarb took a few steps over to something that looked like a boxy metal cabinet which Rey quickly realized was a cooling chamber, instantly piqueing her interest. She'd never seen a functioning one before, and when Shaarb opened its door she swore she could almost feel a faint breeze of coolnes emanating from it, making her dearly wish she had one of her own. He took out a pitcher and quickly filled the cups up before coming back over, casually grabbing a chair under one arm on the way.

He put the chair down opposite of her and sat down, placing the tumblers on the table between the two of them. Laying her staff down across her lap Rey politely, if hesitantly, accepted hers, feeling the cold liquid through the thin metal. Trying to not be overly obvious about it she made sure to wait until Shaarb had already started drinking before daring to have a sip of her own. As soon as the water passed her lips her eyes widened with astonishment. She looked at her cup of water with a new sense of wonder and, throwing any sense of propriety out the window, started greedily gulping the liquid down.

How could water taste so much better by simply having it cold?

Shaarb let out a chuckle, taking a moment to simply watch her enjoy her drink. "Good?"

Rey downed the last few drops and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, a blissful smile forming on her face. "Very," she breathed out.

Shaarb flashed her another lazy grin as he reclined in his seat, crossing one leg over the other while he languidly draped an arm over the backrest. "So, Rey," he drawled, swilling his drink in his hand as he peered at her through half lidded eyes, "do you only sell blowjobs or are there other options on the menu as well?"

If Rey hadn't just drank all her water already she may very well have spat it out all over the table. For a moment she simply gaped at Shaarb before managing to splutter a loud "W-what?!", her eyes near bugging out as she felt her face heat up.

The topic was bound to be broached sooner or later, it was the whole reason he'd brought her with him in the first place after all, and Rey had tried to prepare herself as best as she could for it during their walk through Niima. Yet, despite all of that, the timing, the crude wording, and the sheer unashamed bluntness of Shaarb's question still managed to perfectly tear right through Rey's defenses to throw her completely off guard—something which it grew increasingly clear he had a real knack for.

Shaarb raised a brow as he watched her flustered reaction, that knowing, amused smile never leaving his lips. He tilted his head and gave her a meaningful look. "Back at that storage shed," he said, as if he needed to clarify. "To my eyes it looked like you were exchanging certain favors for ration packs. Do I have it right?"

Rey narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brow into an angry scowl. "I don't see how that is any of your business," she ground out through gritted teeth, her hands clutching the empty metal cup in her lap in a tight grip.

"Oh, it's of great interest to me, Rey," Shaarb stated calmly as he took another sip of water, completely unperturbed by the baleful look she was giving him, "and to quite a few others I'd imagine, if they knew."

Rey's body tensed, her eyes momentarily widening at those words before quickly narrowing again. She felt the embers of fury within her being stoked into an inferno once she realized what her "host" intended.

Blood rushed in Rey's ears. A sudden dent formed in her cup before she slammed it down on the table, putting enough force into it to send it toppling had it not been tightly fastened to the floor, the impact echoing against the walls. She shot to her feet, giving Shaarb a withering glare with such raw anger behind it that she felt herself shaking. But Shaarb, for his part, showed no reaction save a raised eyebrow.

"So that's your game, you bastard," Rey seethed, her words turning to a low growl. "Don't think for a second that I'm just going to roll over and let you have your way." With each word her voice raised an octave, soon shouting at him. "I won't have it! If it's between cowing to whatever demands you have or public humiliation then I pick the latter! Just hand me over to Zuvio or Unkar and be done with it!"

Silence. The only sound that could be heard was Rey breathing angrily through her nose. She unflinchingly met Shaarb's gaze, daring him to speak, yet his expression remained unreadable.

"I'm sorry," he eventually said, speaking with care, "it seems we're not entirely on the same page here. "What exactly do you think is happening here?"

Rey blinked. Was he for real? "You took me here to blackmail me, didn't you?" she accused. "You're going to tell people about what you saw."

The Trandoshan furrowed his brow, confused. "Blackmail you? Whatever gave you tha-"

Rey threw her hands in the air. "You just said that it was 'of great interest to people if they knew'! What else could you have meant?!"

Shaarb looked like he was about to say something more before seemingly thinking better of it. He closed his mouth, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Huh. I suppose I can't fault you for getting that impression. Sorry 'bout that. My bad. I simply meant that there are a lot of lonely, pent-up guys here with few options in terms of company, and even fewer credits for Old Meru's."

For a moment Rey just stood there, feeling her cheeks redden while doing her best to not openly gawk at him. She wondered if this was some mind game to get her guard down and considered simply walking away. But, as she looked at Shaarb, searching his face, she couldn't shake the feeling that that wasn't the case at all. He might just have been a really good actor, but he appeared to be earnest. Genuine.

Shaarb clearly sensed her unease. He once more gestured for her to sit, his expression as open and nonthreatening as a Trandoshan could realistically hope to be.

Rey hesitated, then sighed. Acting against her better judgement she sat herself back down.

Her hand did reach over to grip her staff, though. If she was going to stay then she was going to be armed.

Shaarb smiled in what may have been approval.  "So," he said, clapping a hand down on his knee, "let's try to start things over. Tell me, since we've established that I'm not gonna blackmail you, what else do you think could be going on here?"

Rey eyed the Trandoshan with suspicion, her back rigid and shoulders tense as she did her best to read him. "An interrogation, then," she finally answered curtly.

"An interrogation? Oh, right, before I 'hand you over to Plutt or Zuvio'. And for what, pray tell?"

Rey shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Well," she started, fiddling a bit with her staff's strap in her lap as she struggled to find the words and doing her best to not look Shaarb directly in the eye, "you caught me doing... things with Gevin-"

"If by things you mean sucking his dick, then yes," Shaarb interrupted with a teasing smirk which he quickly dropped when Rey sent an angry glare his way. "Sorry, sorry. No jokes. I just don't think you should be uncomfortable about calling things what they are."

Rey took a deep breath. "Yeah, I... sucked his dick," she muttered, trying to not show what saying the words out loud made her feel, "and you already know I got paid to do it." Shaarb merely inclined his head in acknowledgement but said nothing more, letting her take her time to find her words in peace. "I guess I thought I was in trouble for it. That you were, I don't know, taking me in for indecent behaviour or some such." Gevin certainly seemed to have thought along those lines, or he was simply just scared of Shaarb, Rey thought bitterly, thinking back to how he'd just left her to deal with the fallout all on her own.

"Indecent behaviour, eh?" Shaarb said, looking like he found the idea quite humorous as he took a swig of his water. "Nothing indecent about a good blowjob if you ask me."

They were both silent for a brief moment, the only sound being Shaarb drumming his claws against the side of his tumbler before deciding to speak again.

"I guess I can understand why you acted so nervous then, but you're not in any trouble, Rey. This isn't some posh ivory city in the Core where they pretend their shit doesn't stink. What, you think Zuvio is concerned about anyone polishing a knob or spreading their legs for some extra portions on the side in order to get by? If I took you to him for something like that he would just chew my ear off and tell me to stop wasting his blasted time. Now, if you'd been forced into it then that would be a whole other story. For a cop Zuvio is a surprisingly honorable and decent sort, especially for a place like this, and wouldn't take any of that lying down.

"Plutt on the other hand," he continued, his eyes hardening a tad as he mentioned the Crolute, "he would probably be quite happy if I informed him of your... side gig. Get a real kick out of holding something like that over your head. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd start leveraging you into helping him deal with his business partners. Have you sweetening deals on your back and your legs in the air." Shaarb clucked his tongue and shook his head. "Yeah, I'm not going out of my way to make that greedy sack of blubber happy."

Rey blanched at the thought and tried to not imagine herself in the myriad of scenarios Shaarb's words conjured up. While still feeling wary of the whole situation she had found herself in, Rey did allow herself to relax just a little bit. She couldn't really detect any insincerity in Shaarb's words, and she was thankful over the fact that the Blobfish wouldn't learn of her secret, but that still didn't give an answer regarding the Trandoshan's intentions with her. If he wasn't blackmailing her and wasn't handing her over, what did he want?

"Then why did you bring me here?" Rey asked, wanting to finally get to the heart of the matter.

Shaarb appraised her over the rim of his cup as he downed the last of its contents. His long forked tongue slowly flicked out to catch a few stray drops of water on his lips, making Rey's heart give a sudden unexpected thump in her chest.

"I don't like beating around the bush so I'm just going to be blunt and come out and say it." Shaarb sat his cup down on the table and leaned forward, elbows on the knees as he looked intently into her eyes. "I would very much like to hire your services, Rey."

Rey's eyebrows shot upwards, and for a moment all she could do was simply stare at the Trandoshan with wide eyes. She worked her mouth but no words would form. She couldn't possibly have heard him right, could she? "Wait what?" she finally said.

Shaarb's grin widened, a look in his eyes which Rey didn't take long to recognize. It was the same look Gevin would give her.

Lust and desire.

"I want to fuck you, Rey."

Rey stared at him. Stunned into a wide eyed silence she sat ramrod straight on the overly soft couch. Her mind raced, so fast she couldn't seem to finish a single coherent thought before moving on to the next. Utterly flabbergasted the young scavenger girl was only able to sputter out a single word:

"Why?"

"Why?" Shaarb laughed incredulously. "Have you never looked in a mirror, girl? I don't know if you've noticed but you are a very attractive young woman, Rey," he said, his voice going husky, almost purring, sending vibrations through Rey's core that made her squeeze her thighs together. His golden reptilian eyes unabashedly trailed over her form, up her long legs, lingering on her hips and chest, before gazing deeply into her eyes. "Who in their right mind wouldn't want to?"

Rey swallowed. Unable to break eye contact she was drawn in, practically falling into the depths of those alien eyes as they looked at her with such hot intensity. Smoldering with an undisguised hunger. And the way he said her name, holding on to the r just a moment longer than was necessary before letting out the rest with a soft sigh, was doing things to her that no other voice had done before.

When she realized nearly a full ten seconds must have passed without her saying anything, Rey hoped he'd simply take it as her considering his words.

"And what if I said no?" she asked. She gripped her staff tighter, ready to start swinging if she had to.

"Well, I would be disappointed, of course, but I wouldn't push you," Shaarb said, his voice turning light as he shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the Galaxy. "We would part ways, having simply enjoyed a drink and a nice chat together, and never speak of this again."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

Shaarb sat back, fully relaxed like he didn't have a single care in the world. Like he hadn't just admitted he wanted to fu- have sex with her. He simply peered at Rey through half lidded eyes, letting her take her time as he patiently waited for her answer. Rey, on the other hand, felt like the complete opposite; a tightly wound bundle of nerves as she shifted in her seat and nibbled at her bottom lip.

She should say no. She had already earned enough portions that would easily last her at least two days if she rationed them properly. She wasn't nearly desperate enough that she should even entertain the idea of considering his proposition.

And what Shaarb was asking... it really was too much! Sucking someone off was one thing, but this... she'd never gone so far before. Her first time should be something special shared with someone she loved, not exchanged for a few crummy ration packs in a beatdown old ship with a strange alien man she didn't even really know.

Right?

She should just up and leave. Leave and never look back. Go back to just being a scavenger again and tell Gevin he could keep his portions next time she saw him, that the shop was closed and wasn't ever opening back up again.

Rey thought all these things, knowing they were the right thing to do, and yet... something kept her rooted to her seat. That little voice at the back of her head, whispering that one could never have too many rations. That no one knew what tomorrow would bring and that a scavenger was always just a few bad days away from starvation.

Then there were the feelings Shaarb managed to evoke in her. Feelings she'd rarely felt before, and never to this extent. She could deny it all she wanted but there was no getting past the fact that she was finding herself increasingly attracted to the Trandoshan. He just had this air about him. An aura if you will. The way he moved, the way he spoke, and even the way he simply sat there looking at her were all imbued with a lazy confidence which he seemed to just naturally exude. A natural, unspoken assuredness that couldn't be faked.

It didn't hurt that Shaarb wasn't exactly hard on the eyes either. Tall and incredibly fit his clothes did very little to hide his physique. Sure, his face was distinctly and unmistakably reptilian, his looks definitely not falling within the usual standards of beauty that most humanoids would consider attractive, but to Rey it had its own rough, rugged charm and handsomeness to it. Hard angles like he'd been carved from solid rock.

And he wanted her.

"I've never done anything beyond blowjobs, though," Rey finally said. Her defenses were crumbling, slowly being replaced by a feeling she couldn't quite describe. A type of anticipation like she was on the cusp of entering a whole new world.

"You've never been fucked?" Shaarb asked, about as blunt as the underside of a happabore's foot to the face.

Okay, so maybe there was one particular quality she didn't find attractive about the man.

"Can you not be so crude all the time?" Rey exclaimed in flustered exasperation.

"But you're so cute when you get embarrassed and shift color," he chuckled, his grin seemingly only growing wider as Rey glared at him indignantly. "I'm just surprised, is all. I expected that a girl like you, in a place like this, would have already been plucked by now."

Rey glowered at him. "You know, if you want to get in my pants so much you could stand to act a bit more gentlemanly," she grumbled.

Shaarb shrugged. "I suppose I could wine and dine you. Recite a bit of awful poetry. Put on some act and spend weeks wooing you in order to charm your panties off." He clicked his tongue. "Yeah, I think I'll pass. Cards on the table, I'm not exactly in the market for a girlfriend. All I'm interested in is a bit of fun with a pretty girl, and giving the impression of anything else would be... dishonest. Sure, I want to fuck you, I really do, but I ain't gonna trick you into it."

Rey blinked at him, considering his words. "I... guess I appreciate your honesty."

"That's the way I roll. I may be a lot of things, but a liar ain't one of them." Shaarb leaned forward and clapped a hand down on his knee. "So, what's your answer, Rey?"

The question hung heavily in the air. The scavenger girl nervously wet her lips and took a deep breath. "Hypothetically," Rey said haltingly, trying to ignore the subtle widening of Shaarb's grin, "let us say I was willing to consider it. How much would you pay me?"

Shaarb laughed. "Aren't you going about this a bit backwards?" he asked. "How much do you want to let me fuck you?"

Ah, right. For once she was actually the one with the bargaining power. Rey took a moment to contemplate this but cringed when she realized she wasn't just about to put a prize on a romp in the sack, but on her virginity as well.

"Six portions," she finally said.

"Deal," Shaarb said, without even a moment's hesitation.

Rey blinked away her surprise, having fully expected Shaarb to try and haggle like Gevin had. She followed him with her eyes as he rose to his feet and strode over to the other side of the room, stopping at a metal cabinet with a safe inside. Just like the entrance of the ship it was equipped with a numerical lock which quickly came undone as he put in the code.

The door swung open and Rey's eyes couldn't help but nearly bug out of her face. Stacked from top to bottom, crammed together with barely any more space to spare, were more rations than she'd seen in one place outside of the Concession Stand. The transparent plastic of the portions caught the light of the ceiling lamp, making the packets glitter like diamonds before her gaze.

"How do you have so much?" Rey asked, unable to hide the awe in her voice as she took in the veritable bounty of rations on display.

"It's what we all get paid in, not just you scavengers," Shaarb said with a shrug. He gave a slight grimace, like he'd just had a taste of something unpleasant. "But I honestly rarely if ever actually eat the stuff if I can help it. I prefer to go out in the desert and hunt my food, so it usually just piles up like this. But it's not like it goes to waste. It's good currency when you need a favor or have to pay someone off. The benefits of being self-sufficient, I suppose."

Rey nodded in understanding. Sure, there was some trade involving credits in Niima, mostly from offworlders, but it was a far more common sight seeing the locals exchanging either food or scrap in their day to day dealings.

"Just don't go tell the Blobfish," Shaarb said, giving Rey a sly, conspiratorial wink. "I hardly think he would appreciate it if he knew."

He took six full portions out of the safe, barely even making a dent in the veritable mountain he had, before casually closing the door with a click using his elbow. He strode back over and extended them to Rey, letting them hang in the air

Almost instinctively Rey reached out to take them before catching herself. She hesitated. Six portions was more than she'd gotten for a single job in a while now, and they would easily keep her fed for well over a week. But if she took them there really was no going back.

She looked away from the rations, her eyes briefly flicking up to meet Shaarb's. There was no pressure in his gaze, only patience as he simply looked at her and allowed her to take her time making this final decision. Rey bit her lip, not knowing what to do until a small smile graced the Trandoshan's rough features, making her feel a sudden fluttering in her stomach.


She took the portions and stuffed them in her bag.


Shaarb's grin broadened and he offered Rey his hand. After a moment of hesitation she reached out to take it, her fingers trembling slightly. With fear? Excitement? She honestly couldn't rightly tell at the moment, but taking his hand she did nonetheless, and gently but easily the Trandoshan helped her to her feet in a single fluid motion.

"You can keep your things here," Shaarb said, giving a quick nod towards her gear left on the couch. "Not like you're gonna need them for a bit."

"Okay," she replied, her voice little more than a whisper.

Giving her another lazy grin Shaarb softly placed a three fingered hand on Rey's lower back, the simple act and the close proximity of the much larger male being enough to make her skin break out into excited gooseflesh. He nudged her forward, gently guiding her through a short hallway towards the ship's quarters, and she soon found herself being led into his cabin.

The room looked much like most standard cabins you'd find on a starship, with the one notable difference being the single bed which connected to the wall. The shape and color of the frame didn't quite match the rest of furnishings of the room, meaning it was safe to assume that it was something Shaarb had likely installed himself, especially considering its size. By the look of it it seemed to be proportional to the Trandoshan, meaning it looked positively huge to Rey's eyes.

Decorating the walls were a number of stretched out animal hides, with the biggest hanging above the bed. Some Rey easily recognized as coming from the local fauna, others only from pictures, while a select few she couldn't even begin to tell what they were supposed to be.

She'd just made note of a thin but wide viewport in the wall, giving it a concerned look, when she let out a sudden startled 'eep' as a pair of strong and scaly arms encircled her from behind, catching her in a surprisingly soft embrace.

Shaarb chuckled, the close proximity making rumbling vibrations reverberate through Rey's entire being. "Tense are we?" he whispered huskily, practically purring into her ear before softly nuzzling her neck, sending tingling shivers up her spine. "Nervous?"

Rey took a shuddering breath. "Yes," she admitted. How in the depths could she not be?

"It's only natural," he said, the deep bass of his voice surprisingly soothing, "what with it being your first time and all. But do try to relax. I'll make sure you have a good time."

"Okay," she said, barely above a whisper.

Rey felt the smooth scales on Shaarb's chin slowly move their way up her neck, sending shivers down her spine, and she forced herself not to give a little twitch when his snout briefly bumped against her ear. He softly inhaled the scent of her hair, and his arms across her middle tightened their hold, bringing her closer against him. Rey's butt pressed against Shaarb's muscular thighs, and right above them she felt something stiff poke her in the small of her back. A warmth spread both on her cheeks and in her abdomen when she realized what it was.

Her heart became like a drum in her ears, hammering a steady rhythm, with each beat sending a surge pulsating through her nethers that made her squirm. Though Shaarb had not done anything to her yet except talking and a few very light touches, she was already in quite a state. Hot and bothered Rey's imagination was running wild, vividly picturing what he would possibly do to her. She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the dull throbbing that had started between her legs, but that only seemed to make things worse.

Rey made a sharp inhale through her nose when one of Shaarb's hands began to slowly move its way down her front, his fingers leaving the skin of her flat stomach shivering and tingling under her clothes as they passed. She held her breath, and the scavenger girl caught herself on the verge of spreading her legs in anticipation of his approach, only to then feel a surprising ammount of disappointment when that turned out to not be his goal. Gently tugging at the hem of her tunic Shaarb rubbed the fabric between a finger and a thumb, once more bending down to whisper in her ear.

"Now, will you undress yourself, or do you want me to... unwrap you?" he asked.

Rey tried to answer him only to find that her mouth had suddenly gone completely dry. She swallowed and tried again, her voice coming out low and breathless. "N-no. I'll do that myself," she said.

Shaarb said nothing more but Rey could practically feel his smirk against her earlobe. He gave her a soft squeeze before letting go, leaving her with unsteady legs as he walked around her and sat himself down on the bed. In the swirling chaos of her raging emotions Rey couldn't help but absentmindedly make note of the fact that this was the first time she'd had the opportunity to look down at Shaarb for a change, if not by much.

Leaning forward with his elbows on his knees he inclined his head for her to begin. Like usual his body language was completely relaxed, but there was no denying the carnal hunger in the way he looked at her. Fixed squarely on her the gaze of his yellow eyes was almost like the sun—hot, intense, and unrelenting—and just like the sun Rey felt herself unable to meet it for long before having to look away.
 
Rey took a calming breath and with unsteady hands she began slowly undressing. First off were her shoes and belts, then the outer layers of her clothing, all falling to the floor in a growing pile around her. When she turned to remove her arm wrappings Shaarb suddenly held up a hand, stopping her in her tracks.

"No, leave them on, please," he said. "They look really cute on you."

Feeling her heart nearly skip a beat at the small compliment, Rey simply gave a little nod in return and instead her hands went for her pants. The scavenger girl shimmied out of them, exposing the skin of her long slender legs for Shaarb to see before stepping out of them one leg at a time. Next she grabbed the hem of her shirt, pausing for just a second before steeling herself and quickly, before her nerve would have a chance to fail her, yanked it over her head in a single motion which made her modest breasts give a little bounce.

Only one thing left, Rey thought with some trepidation.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties Rey started to peel them off. Her cheeks turned pink when she felt the crotch of her underwear clinging to her moistened pussy for just a second before finally pulling them off. Sparing a look she was mortified to find the fabric practically soaked through and quickly balled her panties up before tossing them onto her pile of clothes. She hoped Shaarb wouldn't notice, but when she gave him a fleeting glance she saw the Trandoshan with his forked tongue out, tasting her scent in the air.

Pulling the tongue back into his mouth he closed his eyes before letting out this satisfied hum from the back of his throat, a sort of thrumming sound that made Rey feel weak in the knees. He then gave her a knowing look but said nothing else. He didn't need to.

Fighting the impulse to cover herself up Rey let her hands simply hang limply at her sides, trying to not fidget in place as she fully bared herself to another being for the first time in her life. She imagined she should have felt like a piece of meat on display at the market, but instead she strangely found herself only seeking Shaarb's approval. He hadn't really made mention of it, but it was obvious to her that this was a man with quite a bit of experience under his belt—litterally in this case!—and for a reason she couldn't rightly explain she didn't want to fall short.

With a pleased smile on his face Shaarb's eyes slowly roamed all over her lithe form, hungrily taking in every single little detail of her naked body. Her slim waist which flared out into softly rounded hips. Her supple thighs, toned by countless hours traversing the hurdles and obstacles within the Starship Graveyard. Her small but pert breasts, capped by already stiff nipples that seemed to tingle with each breath she took in the electrified air. Her pubic mound, covered by a patch of unruly dark curles which she'd previously never given much thought to but now suddenly made her feel strangely self-conscious.

His inspection of her seemingly complete his eyes once more sought hers. Almost as if sensing her nervousness he grazed her with a reassuring smile which not only managed to soften his sharp reptilian features but also did the trick of putting her mind more at ease.

"Beautiful," he said, letting out the word on a soft exhale.

Rey's heart soared and any attempt of trying to appear stoic utterly failed as she couldn't help a shy smile from breaking out on her face at the praise

"Turn around for me, will you?"

Following Shaarb's request Rey did a slow little pirouette, allowing the rugged Trandoshan to get a good look on the round, well sculpted buttocks of her bare ass. He must have enjoyed what he saw because his already hungry look turned downright ravenous, licking his chops as he watched her with barely restrained lust which sent excited shivers up the human girl's spine.

Slowly reaching out with his hands, like she was a skittish little bird that might fly away from him if he moved too quickly, he gently but firmly grabbed hold of her hips and brought her closer. His large hands and long fingers were not quite able to fully encircle her slim waist but they were not far off. Without thinking, Rey's own hands went for Shaarb's shoulders, steadying herself. She marvelled at the hard muscles which could be clearly felt through the fabric of his shirt and did her best trying not to moan when he started to softly stroke her skin.

Was she really so turned on right now that a simple touch was enough to bring a reaction out of her? The little rivulets of liquid arousal which slowly ran down the inside of her thighs were probably enough to answer that question for her.

"You smell good, Rey," Shaarb crooned as he pushed his nose against her skin and inhaled her scent.

"Liar," Rey said with a frown, realizing just how sweaty and grimy she must be. "I haven't had a chance to use the public sonic stalls since the day before yesterday. I must smell awful."

"I told you, I'm no liar," Shaarb chuckled against her, the little puffs of air he let out tickling her skin. "I don't know how it is with other sentients, but I can appreciate a woman's natural musk." He then leaned down and surprised her by licking her, making her let out a sudden gasp as he dragged his tongue from her navel to just below her chest, leaving behind a wet trail in its wake.

"Please never mention my musk again," Rey grumbled self-consciously once she'd managed to regain a modicum of composure.

"As you wish," the Trandoshan replied, amusement evident in his voice, before quickly giving her another lick and stealing one more gasp from her.

His large hands left their place upon her hips and slowly moved their way up her flanks, all the while using his thumbs to rub little circles into her skin, softly massaging her as they made their way towards her chest. With a tenderness that belied his predatory appearance Shaarb delicately cupped Rey's breasts, giving them the gentlest of squeezes that made her let out a shuddering sigh.

Rey looked down and was suddenly made all too aware of the sharp claws that tipped Shaarb's fingers—natural weapons which could easily tear a being to bloody ribbons—now moving dangerously close to her fair human skin. However, as he started lavishing his attention on her, it soon became readily apparent that the Trandoshan knew perfectly well what he was doing, keeping them safely out of the way at all times, never giving her so much as a prick. It didn't take long before Rey found herself relaxing and even starting to lean into his touch, seeking more of the wonderful sensations he evoked in her.

"I never grow tired of admiring a good pair of tits," Shaarb said huskily as he gently caressed her flesh before leaning in to plant a few light kisses around her left areola. Rey did her best to mask her moans, but she couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath, hissing through gritted teeth when his forked tongue suddenly lashed out to brush against her nipple. "I don't know if it's because Trandoshan women don't have any but I've always been fascinated by them."

"They're not... too small?" Rey asked self-consciously.

"Small. Big. What does any of that matter compared to the woman they're attached to?" He got a devilishly playful look in his eye and removed his left hand from its place upon her chest. It moved around Rey's body before reaching down to suddenly grab a firm hold of one of her buttocks, making her let out a yelp and give a little startled jump at the contact. "Especially when she's got a firm ass juicier than any fruit found in the jungles of Trandosha."

Shaarb wasted little time before he started pawing and kneading the twin globes of Rey's ass, shifting his hand from one to the other as fancy struck him. From time to time he would let a thick finger enter the hidden groove between her cheeks, curling it and dragging the middle phalanx back and forth along the sensitive skin of the crevice, even going so far as to tease the clenching opening of her asshole. Rey tried, and failed, not to groan, squirming in the Trandoshan's embrace as she had some of her most sensitive spots lewdly stroked. But to her growing frustration he would always stop short right before his finger would actually pass the threshold to her vagina.

With a start Rey realized she had unthinkingly begun moving her hips in time to meet his touch, shifting her body as she desperately sought relief for the pressure building in her loins. But without fail Shaarb would always pull the digit back at the very last second, denying her body the stimulation it so craved as he kept teasing her.

One may have assumed that the attention he showed her ass meant he would have let up on her chest, but that couldn't have been further from the truth. With the left hand otherwise occupied it almost seemed like its twin was trying to work double duty, coaxing moan after desperate moan out of the scavenger girl's throat with an expert touch which Gevin could have only dreamed of. He plucked at her nipple, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers until it felt hard enough to cut transparisteel.

Her right breast wasn't left unattended for very long. Burying his face in her chest Shaarb once more deeply inhaled her scent, a restrained growl rumbling in his throat before his thin reptilian lips started kissing their way towards the center of it, his cool tongue occasionally darting out to lap at her flushed skin, leaving it shivering with anticipation in its wake. Ever mindful of his sharp teeth he started suckling at her nipple, making it stiffen even further before letting his alien tongue lash at it with inhuman dexterity.

Rey nearly felt her knees buckle underneath her as she endured the sensual attacks on her body. Unconsciously shifting her grip to the Trandoshan's thick neck she did everything to simply hang on lest she'd simply be swept away by the sensations bombarding her, and just when she thought she'd gotten used to one type of stimulation Shaarb would immediately surprise her with something new that would take her breath away. He was like a master musician and her body was his instrument, expertly playing it as he seemingly knew just what to do to bring the biggest reaction out of her. Stoking the fire within her he brought Rey to heights of pleasure she'd never experienced before, higher and higher.

But never to the peak.

The moment seemed to stretch on forever, teetering right on the edge and feeling like all she needed was that one final push to send her over it. Her poor neglected pussy practically screamed for attention, and Rey realized that Shaarb was keeping her there on purpose, more tightly wound than a coil spring fresh off the assembly line.

She was just about to scream at him to get on with it when all of a sudden everything just stopped.

Short of breath and slightly twitching Rey felt both of Shaarb's hands now cradling her rear. She had just enough time to give him a look of confusion before he suddenly rose to his feet, hoisting her off the ground along with him. She let out a startled shriek, uselessly kicking in the air as he easily turned her around with him and laid her down on the bed.

Any words of displeasure Rey may have had instantly died on her tongue when Shaarb joined her, quickly replaced by whimpering moans and panting giggles as he left a trail of tickling kisses on her now hyper-sensitive skin. Starting at her arching neck her eyes fluttered shut as he slowly moved his way past her heaving chest, down her flat, quiwering belly before finally stopping just above her mound, grazing it with a final kiss before burying his nose in the fur above her quim.

The mattress had shifted under her as Shaarb moved his weight around, and when Rey opened her eyes she found him crouched on the floor in front of the bed. His hands softly stroked her hips before taking hold of her slightly splayed legs to bring her closer to the edge. With golden eyes glinting, both in amusement and burning desire, he gave her a look which promised that her torment would soon be over.

Feeling almost giddy with excitement Rey watched him place his hands on her inner thighs, slowly spreading her legs apart. However, about halfway through she realized she'd actually started doing it on her own, bending her knees and fully displaying herself to him on her own volition. From her ventage point, lying flat on her back, Shaarb's face was partly obscured by her wild pubic hair, but there was no hiding the amused look on his face which she met with a shy smile.

He finally broke eye contact in order to fully take in the sight of her. Any self-conscious thought Rey may have had regarding how she looked down there was instantly blown away by the very pleased hum Shaarb made at the back of his throat. Kriffing hell he was close to her! Every single puff of air he exhaled was keenly felt as they rushed across her engorged pussy lips, making her body tense and shudder in anticipation.

"Would you look at that," he practically purred as he inspected her. "I wouldn't be surprised if you're the wettest thing on the whole kriffing planet right now, Rey."

"And whose fault is tha-aaah!" Rey's words turned into a loud gasp when Shaarb curled his fingers and used his knuckles to gently give her a stroke along her slit, making a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body that made her hips momentarily seize. With wide eyes and a palpitating heart she watched in wonder as he then brought his wettened digits to his lips were his Trandoshan tongue wasted little time cleaning them off her tart juices.

"Mmh, delectable," he said huskily as he gave her a smoldering look. "Makes me want to savor it straight from the source."

Her breathing quickening in anticipation, Rey nervously gripped the blanket under her in tightly balled fists. She craned her neck trying to get a better look at him as he leaned in, inching his face closer and closer towards her sex. With one hand on her leg and the other at her hip Shaarb started to slowly kiss his way up her thighs, moving from one to the other, until he was but mere centimeters from his goal.

Then he suddenly stopped.

He leaned back slightly, and with confusion plainly written across her features Rey searched Shaarb's face, wondering what was going on. Why did he stop? He watched her in silent  amusement, like he was enjoying a secret joke that she wasn't privy to.

The seconds dragged on without a hint that Shaarb would resume his activities, the only sound in the cabin being Rey's steadying breath as the two of them looked into each others' eyes.

"Well?" Rey said, finally breaking the silence.

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to...?" She left the rest unsaid but did give a meaningful nod towards her groin.

"Hm, I don't believe I quite know what you're getting at," he calmly said, watching her through half lidded eyes and wearing an almost smug smile that told her he knew exactly what she was talking about. "Tell me what you want me to do, Rey."

Rey blinked in disbelief before feeling her frustration growing. Why was he being difficult? Now when she was so close! "You know what I want you to do," she groaned in exasperation. She shifted her hips, trying to move her crotch closer to his face, but Shaarb's great Trandoshan strength effortlessly kept her firmly in place.

Shaarb chuckled. "Tell me what you want me to do," he reiterated, his voice turning into a low, rumbling growl.

Rey swallowed thickly.

"I want you to touch me," she admitted, her words barely louder than a whisper.

"Hm, that's awfully non-specific, don't you think?"

Shaarb traced his snout up along her inner thigh, his touch so feather-light that he was just barely even touching her at all. A mere ghost of a touch which made her breath hitch and sent tingling shivers throughout her entire being. She was so close! Why did he torture her so?

"What's the magic word, Rey?"

Rey scrunched her eyes shut and threw her head back onto the bed, letting out a low wail of frustration. She took a deep breath and threw her pride to the winds.

"Please lick my pussy, Shaarb!" she shouted, loudly and unrestrained, her words echoing against the walls of the cabin. "Please make me feel good!"

Shaarb flashed his fangs in a triumphant grin, his eyes glinting as his hold on her tightened. "Gladly," he growled and moved in.

Rey almost flinched when his tongue finally made contact, feeling cold against her heated flesh. Any other time she may have tried to suppress the sounds she was making, either out of embarrassment or pride, but there was no stopping the cries that escaped her throat as Shaarb's forked tongue started lapping at her folds, caressing her pussy with a wild enthusiasm that nearly took her breath away. Yet he never seemed to lose control of himself, moving with a practiced and methodical ease which could have only come from a life of experience.

Rey wondered just how many girls had been in the position she currently found herself in.

The inhuman tongue swirled against her, and Rey arched her back off the bed, her eyes screwing tightly shut as she let out a loud gasp which quickly devolved into a pitiful mewl.

For the next few minutes it was all she could do to simply try and hold on as Shaarb went to work on her pussy.

It was incredible! It was as if his tongue had a mind of its own, vigorously whirling and coiling in ways no human could ever hope to match as it loudly and greedily slurped her plentiful juices. Its twin tips, moving completely independently from one another, made her toes curl as they teased her lower lips. Caressing her folds with loving strokes they moved along the very edges of her opening before daringly venturing inside, lavishing her inner walls with spine-tingling brushes.

The rest of the tongue soon followed. The thick organ insistently pushed its way inside, quickly reaching depths never before explored by her own fingers as it burrowed its way into her tight channel. Rey made a feeble attempt of trying to control her breathing that was immediately abandoned as soon as the Trandoshan tongue began to really move inside her. Twisting and roiling like an angry snake it moved in and out at a quickening pace, rubbing and prodding against her vaginal walls as it sought and—aided by her own reactions—quickly found hidden spots that made her body jerk and quiver.

Rey's eyes snapped open. She was climbing again. Her breathing coming in little quick hitching bursts, practically hyperventilating as a pressure unlike any other was building within her core.

With her eyes almost impossibly wide she caught Shaarb's intense gaze, staring unblinkingly back at her as he fucked her with his tongue. He gave her a few more pumps before pulling it out of her, earning him a keening moan of disappointment that made him smirk, before fully flattening it against her winking sex. Rey's breath caught in her throat as she felt the tongue slowly be dragged up through the furrow of her cunt with deliberate intent towards her clit, which at this point practically buzzed for attention as it peeked out from under its hood.

He circled it now, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed with each lap around it as he moved closer and closer. She couldn't speak. She could hardly even think. His eyes held an almost hypnotic hold on her as her whole world seemed to have been reduced to just him and his tongue going round and round, stirring her to a fever pitch.

When the tongue finally rolled against Rey's engorged bundle of nerves, it was as if her entire existence was set ablaze.

She tossed her head back as her body seized, all pressure seemingly focused to a single solitary point before all tension was suddenly released all at once. Waves of unbridled pleasure rippled throughout her entire being and there was nothing she could do except let them take her where they willed.

For a brief moment it was as if she was rendered both blind and deaf, completely insensate to the outside world until she heard someone scream and realized the voice was her own.

She was shaking. So much so that Shaarb had to hold her in place for he was clearly not done. His tongue swirled wildly against her clit while his finger-knuckles furiously rubbed between her pussy-lips, keeping her going and prolonging her orgasm for far longer than she thought should have been physically possible, and the young scavenger girl was powerless to do anything except keep trying to ride it out.

Her arms were flailing around her, clutching at anything within reach, and just dimly aware of grabbing onto Shaarb's head crest. To push him closer? To shove him away? She honestly couldn't tell.

It was overwhelming. Her body was awash with pleasure so intense that it almost hurt, and just when Rey thought she couldn't possibly take anymore, when she thought she just might die, she was finally given relief.

The wild movements of Shaarb's tongue slowed, growing calm and tender. He lovingly probed the depths of Rey's pussy a few more times before giving her clit a playful parting flick, earning him a final sharp gasp as he pulled himself back, leaving her a twitching and panting mess on his bed to lick her plentiful juices off his scaly chin.

Rey's eyes were fluttering open and closed in quick succession. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, air that was almost chilly against the overstimulated, pulsing folds of her poor pussy. She felt absolutely lightheaded, whimpering incoherently as the walls of the cabin seemed to spin around her, her hips involuntarily bucking against nothing at all. For a moment she simply laid there as her brain rebooted, her breathing slowly evening out in time with the room deciding to settle. By the time she was able to form at least semi-coherent thoughts again, her eyes zeroed in on Shaarb's face, the Trandoshan giving her an amused if slightly sheepish look.

Shaarb chuckled. "Might have gone a bit overboard there. Are you feeling okay?"

Rey choked out a hiccuping laugh, her lips splitting into a twitching and near delirious smile. Are you feeling okay, asked the man who had just given her the most mindblowing orgasm of her life. She always had a good time when she masturbated, but comparing the orgasms she usually produced on her own to whatever the hell she had just experienced would be like comparing a little campfire to a supernova.

"I've been worse," she giggled as the last aftershocks coursed through her system before settling into a warm and pleasant afterglow. 

"Glad to hear it," he said with a grin. With one hand he softly stroked Rey's inner thigh while the other gently traced its knuckles along her glistening labia, making her utter a humming moan. "Think you're ready to get fucked, Rey?"

Ever the blunt one, Rey thought wryly. In the throes of her passion she'd nearly forgotten she was here with a job to do. She felt a bit of nervousness return in the pit of her stomach, but it was easily overshadowed by curiosity and a growing and near bubbling excitement.

She gave Shaarb a smile that twitched a bit at the edges. "As ready as I'll ever be I suppose."

With a devilish glint in his eyes that made Rey's lower lips throb, Shaarb's grin seemed to widen even further. He quickly leaned forward, surprising Rey by planting a quick kiss right on her bellybutton before rising to his feet, looking even taller as she watched him from his bed. His hand reached for the zipper on his sleeveless jacket and started slowly pulling down.

"Feel a tad overdressed for the occasion," he chuckled as he casually allowed the jacket to fall to the floor.

Propping herself up on her elbows Rey watched with great interest as Shaarb started undressing. Next off was his light grey undershirt, fully revealing his broad barrel chest and Rey couldn't help the flutter in her stomach as her eyes roamed over his body, taking in the full details of his Trandoshan physique with eager eyes. The scales on his front had a different, more horizontal pattern than those that covered the rest of his body and appeared markedly lighter in tone, a pale, near cream color which made his chest and belly stand in stark contrast against the muted green she'd gotten used to. Curiously enough he seemed to completely lack either nipples or any obvious navel from what she could see, lending credence to what he'd previously said about the females of his species.

During the time she'd taken to ogle his body, Shaarb had already made short work of his trousers, leaving him in nothing but a dark pair of tightly hugging boxer shorts. Feeling her heart thump in her chest Rey allowed her eyes to move their way down to the noticable bulge between his legs, trying and failing to properly make out the shape of what he was packing underneath.

Looking on with great anticipation Rey watched as Shaarb grabbed the waistband of his underpants and started pulling down. His genitalia briefly caught on the fabric before springing into full view.

Rey drew a sharp breath and her eyes went wide at what she saw.

What struck her wasn't the fact that he was bigger than Gevin by a fair margin, she'd already figured that out by being poked in the back earlier. Nor was it really the alien shape; covered in symmetrical ridges, the underside lined by a row of soft-looking, blunt-tipped flesh-spines about a centimeter in length, the erect shaft itself visibly swelling towards the end where it was then tipped by a spade shaped head. All of it in a deep, reddish purple that contrasted starkly against Shaarb's green and scaly skin.

No, what had Rey shook was the fact that he had two of them.

Two big purple cocks that seemed to stare right back at her, and she could only gape as they jutted into the air, engorged with blood and ready for mating. Clearly retractable they emerged like a pair of snakes from an opening between Shaarb's legs, the scales parting like a seam for them. Curiously she couldn't see any testicles underneath. Were they perhaps internal?

"Rey, my eyes are up here," came Shaarb's voice, jolting her right out of her daze and making her eyes instantly go for his face, her open mouth snapping shut with an audible click. He had an amused look on his face, and a knowing grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched her reaction. "Not quite what you were expecting I take it?"

"You... have two," Rey said, knowing how dumb the words sounded as soon as they left her lips.

Shaarb crossed his arms over his chest and made a show of bending forward and looking down at his own genitalia, his grin never leaving his face. "One... two... Well I'll be. You're right! Where did the third one go?"

The little joke falling flat and clearly sensing her apprehension his grin quickly turned reassuring.

"I'm not shoving both of them into you at the same time if that's what you're worried about," he said. "I'm not planning to hurt you."

Rey gave a slow nod and breathed out. Whatever else she knew about this man, his actions so far had at least made her believe that much. Unable to keep her eyes away for long they looked back down towards the throbbing cocks, and she unconsciously wet her suddenly dry lips.

"Can I... touch them?" she asked.

Shaarb smiled but didn't say anything else. He took a step forward and the simple action of pushing his hips forward was the only answer given to her.

Rey sat herself up on the bed. Hesitantly reaching out she softly grasped the topmost cock, gingerly encircling it with her fingers before giving it a couple of experimental tugs. She marveled at the texture as she felt it flex in her hand, so completely different compared to Gevin's smooth shaft. The fleshy protrusions dragged softly against her skin, tickling her palm as she rubbed her hand up and down, and covered in a thin layer of natural lubricant it felt almost slick to the touch.

Before realizing it her left hand was already on the other cock, slowly wanking it in tandem with her right. When one hand would go up the other would go down. With a wide eyed fascination usually only reserved for ship schematics or advanced pieces of tech she studied them from all angles, turning them around in her hands as she took in every detail of the large alien organs.

She must have made quiete a picture. A young and nude human girl with a rugged Trandoshan male towering over her as she jerked both of his two cocks at the same time. If the gossipmongers at the cleaning tables ever heard of this, Rey was sure those old ladies would be scandalized to the point of having a collective stroke, the sudden thought of their faces nearly making her giggle.

Flicking her eyes upwards Rey met Shaarb's gaze. He looked down at her patiently as she played with his dicks and took her time getting comfortable, but there was no denying the underlying look of hungry lust in his eyes. A thrill went through her body and she felt her pussy suddenly clench around nothing at all, knowing that soon one of these... things would be inside of her.

He'd already said the words—that he wanted to fuck her. What would it feel like? To have him enter her? Pumping in and out of her?

She realized she couldn't wait to find out.

Rey begrudgingly let go and sat herself back. She softly exhaled, flexing her empty hands before placing them in her lap, rubbing her thighs together and clearing her throat. "How... are we going to do this?" she asked

Shaarb smirked at her, his eyes growing hooded. He leaned down, and Rey's breath caught in her throat when he then gently tilted her head up by the chin. He moved his face in close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek. "Scoot back a bit for me and I will show you," he said huskily.

His tone made Rey's body tremble with sudden desire, her breath shuddering as a nervous smile spontaneously broke out on her face. She leaned back and began to crawl backwards on the bed, her eyes never drifting away from his and only stopped when she felt the back of her head softly thud against one of his pillows.

Joining her on the bed Shaarb slowly moved towards her on hands and knees with the languid graze of a predator. He took his sweet time and stroked a hand up Rey's side as he moved to cover her body with his own, trapping the girl on each side with his firmly muscled Trandoshan arms.

Dipping his head to once more lick Rey's nipple she subtly arched her back and sighed with pleasure. She reached above her head, tightly gripping the pillow in her fists as he dragged his tongue upwards, using it to caress her neck before nuzzling her just below her ear and letting out a thrumming purr which sent a jolt surging straight to her core.

Reaching down Shaarb curled a thick finger and used its knuckle to softly rub her pussy, making her moan deeply at his touch. She was already plenty wet, both from their previous activities as well as her continuing arousal, but it seemed Shaarb wanted her absolutely sopping before going further, and it didn't take long before he had his wish.

He spread Rey's legs apart and she could feel the mattress shift under them as he shuffled closer on his knees, putting himself in position between her thighs. He stroked her hip with one hand while gripping his lowermost cock with the other, giving it a couple of tugs before rubbing the spade shaped head against her moist slit and smirked at her gasp. Aligning his hips he placed the tip right at her entrance.

All he needed now was to push.

"Ready?" Shaarb asked.

Rey was practically shivering in excitement, her belly fluttering in anticipation of what was about to happen. Feeling and thinking a million and one things at the same time she swallowed and took a deep calming breath, gripping the pillow tighter as she looked into Shaarb's golden eyes. His expression was unreadable, his flaring nostrils being the only thing that betrayed just how much he wanted her.

He was restraining himself for her sake she realized, and was giving her a final out.

Would she take it?

Kriff no!

"I'm ready," Rey said breathlessly, bending her knees and spreding her legs further apart to give him easier access.

Shaarb's thin lips split into a wide grin, showing off his sharp teeth. His hands stroked her skin as he grabbed hold of her hips. "I'll go slow for you," he said, his voice a low, lusty growl. Then he started pushing.

The folds of Rey's pussy parted for Shaarb as he slipped the tip of his cock inside and eased the first bit of his shaft into her. He held himself still for a moment, pulling back before repeating the action, going just a bit further.

Rey grit her teeth and groaned in discomfort at the feeling of being properly penetrated for the first time. She felt herself stretch around the foreign intrusion, but Shaarb was mindful of her and took his time, helping her adjust to his size. He slowly moved his hips back and forth as he almost tenderly worked more and more of his length into her with each little thrust.

There was a bit of pain,  but nowhere near the ammount Rey had feared there would be, suddenly thankful for her very active lifestyle and the time Shaarb had taken prepping her for this. Mostly there was just an incessant and growing pressure, and whatever pain there was was quickly becoming overshadowed by every other sensation flooding her systems as the Trandoshan filled her little by little. Rey curled her toes and had to stifle a mewling moan when she keenly felt every ridge of Shaarb's cock start to rub against the inner walls of her pussy, but there was no stopping the gasp that forced it's way out of her throat when the spines came into play. Soft yet firm they were pressed flat against her inner flesh, prodding and stroking her insides with teasing brushes, and each time Shaarb drew back they would bend as they followed his movements, almost making it feel like she was being tickled from within.

But that wasn't even the end of it, and Rey felt herself flinch, her left leg suddenly giving an involuntary kick in the air when something started rubbing at her clit. She quickly craned her neck and with eyes wide she looked down across her body to find Shaarb's second cock moving against and ultimately over her mound, slowly grinding its underside against the sensitive bead atop her pussy, all the while she was actively being stuffed by its twin.

Rey tossed her head back on the bed, her hands pulling at the pillow above her in a white knuckled grip so hard she could almost hear the fabric begin to tear. Her chest heaved, doing all she could to simply try and hold on and ride the waves of pure sensation washing over her as she was being stirred from within, slowly being pried open and filled with solid Trandoshan man-meat.

So caught up in the sensations was Rey that she barely even registered the moment when Shaarb came to a stop, having finally bottomed out inside of her.

Bye bye virginity.

"Oh, yesss" Shaarb hissed in a low voice, closing his eyes before letting out a pleased hum. "Nothing beats the feeling of fully sinking into the heat of a human girl."

Rey wasn't nearly as eloquent, answering him with barely stifled grunts and groans, her body twitching as it did its best trying to fit his considerable size. She'd thought his tongue was thick, but that had been nothing compared to this.

"You okay down there?" Shaarb asked.

"Just—ah!—give me a... second," Rey grunted. "You're... pretty big."

Shaarb chuckled and stroked her hip. "Take all the time you need," he said, his narrowing eyes glinting with mirth as he looked down at her, enjoying the myriad of expressions that crossed her face.

For a moment Rey simply lay there. Drawing shuddering breaths she did her best trying to relax, to get used to the feeling of having her pussy filled by Shaarb's hard cock. But every time her hips would so much as shift, even slightly, it would invariably cause a fresh jolt to shoot through her body, making her gasp as her muscles twitched.

Breathe. Just breathe, she thought to herself. In through the nose, out of the mouth.

Casting a look downwards Rey watched with wide, disbelieving eyes at Shaarb's second cock as it rested upon her. The purple shaft stood in stark contrast against her fair skin, and giving her a pretty good indication just how deep the one inside her was reaching. How far he was reaching.

When she'd first laid eyes on them she hadn't thought it would be possible, but somehow she'd actually done it. She'd managed to take all of him inside her, and some primal part deep within couldn't help but feel a measure of pride at that.

Willing herself to let go of the pillow, Rey slowly reached out with her hands, doing her best to keep them steady. She stroked Shaarb's pecs, intimately feeling not only his corded muscles ripple underneath skin that was like a fine leather, but also the steady thumping of his heart. He was surprisingly cool to the touch. Not outright cold, but he certainly seemed to lack the natural body heat of a human or a Twi'lek.

Deciding to file away that little tidbit for later Rey's hands moved on. She rubbed his firm shoulders, enjoying the feel of his smooth scales as she caressed her way towards the back of his thick neck where she then interlocked her fingers.

Rey took a few more steadying breaths. It was starting to feel a bit easier. She experimentally clenched her pussy around Shaarb's cock, making her moan in response, and to her secret delight the action managed to elicit a groan from Shaarb as well. He always seemed so unfazed by everything, so in control of himself, that any little sound she managed to steal from him may as well have been a loud shout.

Basking in that small victory Rey smiled and clenched again, unable to keep herself from snorting out an unladylike giggle at the way Shaarb's eye twitched.

"Seems like someone's having fun," Shaarb said wryly.

"Why, whatever do you mean?" Rey asked, the very picture of wide-eyed innocence, and clenched her internal muscles for a third time, feeling not only the dick inside her flex and throb but the one resting atop her lower abdomen do the same.

"Yeah, you're definitely ready," Shaarb grunted, unable to hide a small grin. His hold on her hips grew firmer as he gazed straight into her eyes, giving her a smoldering look that made her heart skip a beat. "I'm going to start moving now."

Whatever Rey was going to say in return was instantly forgotten when Shaarb slowly drew back his hips, making her gasp underneath him as the ridges of his cock rubbed against her inner walls until nothing but the head remained inside. Rey barely even had time to reflect on the sudden emptiness she felt before she found herself being filled again in a single stroke.

With gentle but insistant thrusts Shaarb started fucking her. Anchoring his knees into the matress he quickly established a measured and unhurried rhythm, driving deeply in and out of her with steady and deliberate strokes, filling her to the brim each and every time.

Rey held tightly onto Shaarb's neck as he pushed her into the bedding with each thrust of his hips. She bit her lip as her pussy struggled to accomodate the girth of the cock plundering her depths, feeling stretched to her absolute limit. At first it was... uncomfortable to say the least, to be stuffed over and over again by something so large, but with each plunge into her it got progressively easier, a little less difficult to handle as her flesh almost seemed to mould itself around his thick cock.

Shaarb studied her reactions closely, always making sure she was doing alright. Anytime Rey flinched in pain or otherwise gave any sign of discomfort he would place a tender kiss against her neck or cheek, softly caress her skin, slow down a bit and angle his hips slightly in order to more firmly press his second dick against her clit. With a practiced hand Shaarb eased her into it, and little by little the pain of being pried open was being eroded away until only the incredible pressure remained.

Rey closed her eyes and laid her head back on the bed, her lithe body rocking back and forth by the rhytmical movements of Shaarb's powerful frame as their pelvises bumped together. His hips worked like a machine, pistoning in and out of her at the same unhurried pace he'd initially set, showing no sign of stopping or tiring.

At first it took everything she had to simply try focusing on her breathing to endure the pressure, but after a moment of being continuously filled, emptied, and then filled again, Rey found that it was actually starting to feel... good. No, scratch that, it was starting to feel really good. The way Shaarb's ridges would rub against her insides, touching hidden spots she didn't even know she had. The way his spines would make her curl her toes and let out little strangled cries as they brushed deep inside of her. Not to mention how Shaarb's second cock would drag across her mound in tandem with his every movement, deliciously stroking back and forth against her sensitive clit, causing random muscles in her legs and belly seize and spasm without warning.

But none of that could beat that feeling of sheer fullness she felt. To be emptied and filled again in quick succession.

At first Rey tried to keep her breathing even, but it quickly proved to be a wholly futile endeavor, and it didn't take long before she was fully panting. Her body was flush with desire as Shaarb took full possession of her, and she let out little squeaks and whimpers whenever a particular spot within her was struck.

A familiar tension was already starting to build within her.

However, save for his slightly flaring nostrils as he controlled his breathing, scarcely letting out more than soft little puffs of air, Shaarb for his part hardly seemed affected in the slightest, and through the haze of her growing pleasure it made Rey frown. He had an almost serene look on his face, looking more like he was taking a nice afternoon stroll and not like he was stuffing her full with his cock.

It irked her.

Rey didn't want to just lay there, passively taking it. She wanted to give as well as she took, to see Shaarb's face scrunched up in ecstacy and know that she was the cause. She didn't want to just be another notch on his bedpost, another face lost among many.

Doing what little she could from her position Rey at first made a few feeble and clumsy attempts of trying to meet Shaarb's thrusts, but quickly realized their position simply didn't give her enough control to do so. Not one to be so easily deterred she took a breath and tried a different approach. Entwining her legs with his she hooked her calves behind his knees, finally gaining enough leverage to start pushing back against him. Tentative at first but quickly gaining confidence it didn't take long before Rey was meeting Shaarb move-for-move.

Shaarb's eyes lit up with amusement and Rey couldn't help but answer him with a wide, open-mouthed smile as she gasped for breath, her body undulating under him.

"Hm, eager to please, are we?" Shaarb said as he kept thrusting away. "Didn't think you'd be this quick on the uptake, Rey."

"I'm—ah!—a quick—nhg!—learner," Rey replied as best as she could.

"Oh, I can tell. Care to show me what else you've got?"

It was getting hard to think, her body reeling with each little impact that Shaarb made against her, but through the haze of growing pleasure she got an idea. Rey tightened her hold on Shaarb's neck, bit her lip and started twisting and rolling her hips in time with their bits bumping together.

It was clumsy and amateurish, but the new angles caused by her hip-work made the Trandoshan cock hit all new spots within her. Rey had to force her body to not simply seize up completely, to not be overwhelmed, working through it all as she chased her peak, a new orgasm looming on the horizon. She whimpered a moan and felt herself squeeze around Shaarb, hugging his dick tightly within her depths.

Shaarb hissed and gave a deep grunt. Lips spreading into a fanged grin his eyes flashed with approval over her efforts. He leaned in and licked Rey's neck, dragging his tongue up her throat before insistently licking at her lips, seeking entrance. Rey gasped in shocked surprise which Shaarb used as his window of opportunity to push his thick prehensile tongue into her mouth. She gave a muffled cry of protest, but it quickly turned into a deep moan and she closed her eyes, deciding to simply roll with it.

It couldn't really be called a proper kiss. Their heads were simply too different, and to an outside observer it may very well have looked more like he was trying to devour her face, but it was probably as close to an open-mouthed tongue kiss as a human and a Trandoshan could hope to get. Reptilian lips hovered and pressed intermittently against hers as their tongues rubbed together, lewdly caressing each other in a dance of sorts before Shaarb's much larger tongue easily dominated hers into submission, coiling itself around it and hugging it tightly.

When they finally pulled apart, a thin string of saliva connected them for the briefest of moments before breaking due to their continued rutting.

"Good girl," Shaarb crooned and Rey hated how happy the praise made her feel.

Shaarb's hold on Rey's hips shifted, his hands moving lower where he grabbed hold of her ass. He caressed and kneaded a cheek in each hand before suddenly straightening his back and easily lifted her lower half off the bed. Rey squeeked in alarm and her hands slipped from Shaarb's neck, landing on either side of her head as she suddenly found herself supported solely by her upper body, her legs dangling in the air as he kept on fucking her.

"You're so tight, Rey," Shaarb purred. "So wet. So hot. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? How wild you're driving me?"

He punctuated each statement with a new thrust, breaking his clearly established rhythm for the first time on the last one as he gave a particularly quick and strong stroke into her core.

It took Rey completely by surprise and she came with a squeal.

With eyes almost impossibly wide her back twisted in a wide arc as she felt her orgasm crash through her, roiling over her in waves that made her legs shake in the air. It wasn't as strong or as intense as the first one had been but it wasn't far off. Rey gripped hard at the covers under her, her desperate cries echoing loudly within the room. 

Shaarb looked down at her with a wide grin, his eyes dark with arousal as he watched with rapt attention how her face contorted in pleasure. He showed no sign of stopping the movements of his hips, not even letting up for a second as she clenched around him, forcing Rey to ride it out and, to her shock, before the aftershocks had even had a time to subside, she could already feel herself approaching another one. One that promised to put the previous two to shame.

Shaarb was picking up the pace, his breathing showing the first signs of growing shallow since they'd started. He gave another hard thrust that—almost as if by instinct—made Rey cross her legs behind his back, locking them in place and pulling the two of them tighter together.

"Dank farrik!" Rey cried out and a second curse quickly turned into a low, drawn out groan halfway through. 

"Music to my ears," Shaarb growled with something that almost sounded like glee. He started pulling her against him in time with his thrusts, each coming harder and quicker than the last as he put more of his hips into it, fucking her with increasing intensity. "Let me hear more. Sing for me."

As Rey's pleasure was mounting she was helpless to do anything except comply with his request, her voice crying out in time with Shaarb's quickening thrusts as he handled her like a ragdoll. He bounced her on his cock, her body shaking with each forceful impact that had her breasts bob up and down with every movement.

"I thought I would have to hold myself back with you," Shaarb grunted. "To treat you like glass." His smirk widened. "But look at you. You're not some delicate and spoiled debutante from the Upper Levels. You're a tough girl, aren't you? You can take a pounding."

Why was he speaking to her? Did he really expect her to be able to carry on a conversation right now? When all she could do was gasp and yip fitfully with each thrust and stroke of his twin Trandoshan cocks as they turned her brain to mush? Rey could feel herself quickly racing towards the next peak. Part of her, growing smaller by the second, almost feared the intensity of the climax awaiting her while the rest of her wanted nothing more than to dive head-first into it.

Shaarb's breathing was still controlled but it was starting to get increasingly labored, noticably quickening for the first time since they'd started as his pace grew more frenzied. The sounds of their union grew ever louder as he shoved the two of them together, repeatedly burying himself in the wet and welcoming depths of Rey's snug pussy. At any other point Rey would have been appalled by the noises she was making—the downright obscene sounds of her sodden pussy receiving Shaarb's purple cock, or her wanton cries which may as well have come from a dockside whore. But right now she couldn't bring herself to give a damn.

She just wanted more.

"Am I making you feel good?" Shaarb grunted.

"W-what?"

"Am I making you feel good?" he repeated, more insistantly.

"Y-yes," Rey choked out, having to struggle to form the simplest of words.

"Am I going to make you come?"

"Yes!"

"Say it!"

"You're going to make me come!"

No more words were said. Nothing more needed to be said. All that remained was a chorus of animalistic grunts and yowling moans which echoed against the walls in the cabin, accompanied by the loud slapping of flesh against flesh as Shaarb pounded into her, his hips practically a blur as any and all restraint he'd had up to this point was completely thrown out the window. Rey clutched at the bedding, the loud creaking protests of the springs barely even registering with her as she happily endured the seemingly neverending onslaught of Shaarb's thrusting manhood, feeling it drive into her again and again in a race towards the finish line. Faster. Harder!

And for a moment Rey was free.

Free of worrying if she'd get to eat the next day.

Free of thinking about her lousy lot in life.

Free of longing for a family she may never see again.

There was just her and him, and nothing else mattered right now. Nothing except the pleasure they derived from each other.

Cradling her in his strong arms Shaarb's movements were growing jerky, less measured, and suddenly Rey felt him stiffen, his whole body tensing up against her.

"Here it comes!" Shaarb growled out through gritted teeth. He slammed into her three more times before fully burying himself to the hilt and let loose. He threw his head back with a roar and Rey could feel his big cock throb before suddenly spewing its load deep within her, pulsating as it fired his seed in several potent bursts.

The sheer primality of it all was enough to instantly set Rey off, triggering her own release. Stars exploded behind her eyes. Her mouth flung agape, but for a long moment no sound would escape her throat until finally, starting as a choked whimper, she let out a keening wail that might have shattered glass if it were any louder.

Her legs, still locked behind Shaarb's back, clamped convulsively around his waist in a bruising grip as blinding pleasure surged through her body. Rey found herself shaking from top to bottom, writhing in her alien lover's grasp as he spent himself inside her. Her clenching pussy squeezed around Shaarb's Trandoshan cock, reflexively milking him for all he was worth.

Rey felt herself jerk and twitch as her body betrayed her, nearly blacking out from the sensory overload. Managing to just barely hold on she wrenched back enough controll to allow her hands to shoot out and grasp at Shaarb's arms in a vice-like grip, desperately trying to anchor herself to him as she rode out these intense sensations wreaking through her. An incoherent stream of needy, gasping moans and half-formed words bubbled up and escaped her throat as her eyes fluttered open and closed in rapid succession.

It was too much. Too intense.

How could anything else ever hope to live up to this?




Rey heard her own labored breathing and needy whimpers when the world slowly came back into focus, her body twitching and jerking against Shaarb as she desperately clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her from oblivion. Firmly locked together at the hip he possessively clutched at her backside, kneading and caressing her cheeks. For a while he still gave the occasional thrust into her, jerky and shallow. Completely lacking in energy his movements almost seemed automatic at this point, before finally stilling.

They stayed like that for a moment, holding on to one another and breathing heavily, before all tension seeped from Rey's body all at once and her legs fell bonelessly from Shaarb's waist. Shaarb let out a long, satisfied sigh and Rey felt him relax against her. His firm grip on her ass softened and with a surprisingly gentle hand he laid her back down on his bed. Still inside her he followed, his body lightly pressing against hers—trapping his second dick between their bodies—as his large hands rubbed up her sides. Softly and tenderly he stroked her skin while his snout nuzzled at the nape of her neck. A soothing purr-like sound emanated from his throat, and Rey couldn't help but smile despite having to loudly gasp for every breath she took, her legs still giving the occasional twitch as the last few aftershocks coursed through her.

Summoning every ounce of strength she had left Rey raised her arms and embraced Shaarb's powerful body. Her hands ran up and down the firm muscles of his back and shoulders, enjoying the texture of his scales against her skin as her hammering heart slowly started to even out and every muscle in her body just seemed to... ease. Relaxing in a way she couldn't recall if she'd ever felt before. It was almost like she was floating. Like if every tension she'd ever had had just disappeared, leaving behind nothing but a serene, all-encompassing calm.

For a long moment they simply held each other like that as they recovered, the sound of their labored breathing being the only thing to break the silence that had settled over the room. It was awfully nice being hugged like this, Rey thought to herself. Definitely something she could get used to. She felt a pleasant warmth inside and, while she found it surprisingly difficult to think at the moment, dimly realized it wasn't solely the result of her post-coital bliss and all the happy little feelings that came with it, but also Shaarb's cum settling in her belly.

The sudden thrill that went through her at the realization would require a lot more introspection than she was currently capable of in this moment.

Shaarb gave Rey a final squeeze before drawing back, gingerly untangling himself from her limbs. He slowly pulled out of her, rolling off to the side, and Rey couldn't help but give a low moan at the sudden emptiness he left behind. With nothing left to keep it in place a veritable deluge of Trandoshan cum spilled out of her, running down her taint and the furrow between her cheeks in rivulets before pooling under her, staining the sheets with a growing dark spot.

Rey's eyes fluttered open and for a moment she could merely stare up into the ceiling of the room with eyes unseeing, her breaths short and heavy. She brought a hand to her forehead, finding it slick with sweat and covered by more than a few strands of her hair which had come undone from her buns.

"Whoa," was the only thing she was able to say, breathlessly. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing ever so slowly began eveneing out.

Shaarb chuckled. "Couldn't agree more," he said. Pushed up on an elbow, his chin resting in the palm of his hand, he allowed his eyes to roam over her form as he got his own breathing under control. Reaching out with the other hand he grazed the knuckles of his fingers against Rey's flushed skin, making her let out a soft gasp as he slowly traced his way up her side, over her breast and its tingling nipple, past her collar bone and up her throat, before stopping at her chin. He then gently tilted her face toward his and surprised her by planting a quick peck on her lips.

The stunned look on Rey's face only seemed to widen Shaarb's grin, and after a moment she could feel herself mirror his expression, smiling back at him.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Shaarb said, his eyes hooded and his voice low and husky. He tucked a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. "Hope I didn't get too rough for you. It's been a while since the last time I was with a girl. Even longer since I was with someone so... responsive. And let me tell you, there are few things that gets me going more than hearing a human girl absolutely lose herself under my care. Simply couldn't help myself."

This was the second time Shaarb had made special mention of the fact she was human. Did he have some some kind of, oh, what was it called, fetish? A question for later. Rey was about to say that it was okay, but found her reply catch in her throat when Shaarb's hand suddenly moved down again to casually start groping one of her tits. Rey drew a sharp breath but found herself leaning into it. It seemed like her body simply couldn't get enough of his touch.

"Is i-" Rey stopped herself, cleared her throat and tried again. "Is it always like this?" she asked, unable to hide the little bit of awe in her voice. Her voice was just a bit on the hoarse side, but considering how much he'd made her scream she probably shouldn't be surprised. She suddenly hoped his ship had good soundproofing.

"What, sex? Depends on many things, but mostly on the partner, I suppose," he said with a shrug, enjoying her little sounds as he played with her breast. "Some guys really have no clue what they're doing, thinking all it takes is to stick their prick in and start pumping away, while others couldn't give less of a shit about their partner's feelings or needs." Leaving her breast behind Shaarb's fingers teased their way down Rey's stomach, making her shudder at his feather-light touch. "Now, me, I like to take my time with a girl, finding out what gets her engine running. A good hard fuck is all well and good, and some ladies are definitely into that, but you've got to know she's ready for it. Not to brag or anything, but I haven't heard anyone complain about my performance yet so I guess I must be doing something right."

Rey pursed her lips and tried her best to look annoyed. "You sound like you're bragging."

Shaarb chuckled. "Is it really bragging if you're simply stating a fact?"

Shaarb leaned in to give her a second little kiss which Rey returned this time, shyly despite everything else they'd done. He then sat himself up.

"Want some more water?" he asked.

"Yes please."

Shaarb patted her on her hip and got off the bed. Rey followed him with her gaze, her eyes moving from his twin dicks, swinging slightly from side to side with each step, to his ass as he turned and headed out the door. The sound of his claws pattering against the floor slowly faded as he went further down the hallway towards the kitchen.

Left alone on the bed Rey stretched out like a tooka, letting out a drawn out, contented hum as she snuggled into the soft mattress under her. Sex, huh? She could certainly see the appeal now and why so many seemed so obsessed with it. As far as first times went she didn't think it could have possibly gone any better, her having been paid for it being the only thing to put the slightest damper on the whole affair. Not that she could really bring herself to care all that much about that little detail at the moment, but maybe she would later, once all the endorphins left her system. Right now, however, Rey simply basked in the afterglow, feeling tingly all over and more relaxed than she'd felt in... honestly, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been this relaxed. Who knew a good fuck was just what she needed to unwind all that accumulated stress?

Humming to herself Rey closed her eyes and lazily rubbed a finger in slow circles down her body. When she reached her stomach she touched something strange that made her pause. With a frown of confusion she craned her neck and looked down her body, finding some cum on her belly.

Rey blinked. Shaarb came in her so how did he...? Oh, right. Two of them. Compared to what had been deposited inside her it was really not much at all, maybe just a single thin strand of white.

For a moment she rubbed at it, idly wondering how it all worked for Trandoshan's. With a Twi'lek like Gevin—and humans, too, she assumed—it was all pretty straightforward. One penis. One pair of balls. Boom! But for Shaarb and his double dicks? Were they conncted to separate testes? If she got both of them off at the same time would they produce the same ammount? Was there some sort of internal sluice mechanism involved? With ships, machines, or droids it was easy, you just had to pop open the hood and all would be revealed. All of a sudden she wanted to get her hands on a textbook to explain it all to her.

Continuing on her fingers moved towards her freshly used pussy. Letting out a light hiss which quickly turned into a sigh she started to stroke at the delicate folds of her sex, finding them a bit tender after her first bout of intercourse. Still slightly gaping Rey slipped two fingers inside herself, suppressing a moan as she tentatively began rubbing her inner walls, her fingers immediately growing slick from her and Shaarb's combined juices.

Unable to stop herself she scooped up a little bit of the cum leaking out of her and brought it up for closer inspection. Dripping down her fingers, cloudy white and partly viscous, it really didn't look any different from what Gevin would produce. Rey wet her lips, hesitating for just a second before curiosity got the better of her, and put the fingers in her mouth, her lips closing around them as her tongue licked them clean.

The texture was pretty much the same, maybe a little thicker, but the taste was stronger than Rey was used to. Not by much but it was noticably more bitter with a slight hint of something metallic, like iron, and also... some type of nut, maybe? It wasn't bad, she decided, swallowing it down before licking her lips clean of any lingering trace, just different. Barely even thinking about it she reached down to have a second taste.

Shaarb came back through the door just as Rey swallowed her third sampling of his seed, startling her. Lost in what she'd been doing Rey hadn't even heard his approach. She instantly dropped her hand from her lips, letting it fall to her chest in what she hoped would come off as a casual movement.

If Shaarb had seen what she was doing he made no mention of it as he languidly approached the bed, but by the amused look in his eye she could tell that he had. In one hand he carried a familiar looking pair of metallic tumblers, gripped together by the rims as freshly poured water gently sloshed around in them, while in the other he held what looked like a simple dish cloth.

"Sorry for the wait. Was looking for something to help you clean up with," Shaarb said, nodding from the rag to the mess between her legs. He smirked. "That is, if you don't plan to get rid of it some other way?"

Spoke too soon...

Rey rolled her eyes before snatching the rag out of his hand and started wiping herself off, giving him a glare but finding no real heat to put behind it.

Once done she sat up on the side of the bed and gratefully accepted her tumbler of water, the little dent in its side letting her know it was the same one she'd previously used.

"Cheers," Shaarb said with a smile and raised his tumbler in the air. Rey mimicked his action and the two of them brought their containers together with a metallic clink.

Shaarb took his seat next to her as she started drinking, this time taking her time to make sure she fully savored every single gulp of the deliciously cold water.

"Oh, that's good," Rey sighed.

Shaarb grinned. "Gotta stay hydrated," he said and took a sip of his own water.

Enjoying their drinks they shared a moment of easy, companionable silence. Rey was surprised by just how... not embarrassed she was. Here she was, fully naked save for her arm wrappings, sitting right beside the equally naked lizard man she'd just had sex with. Who'd paid her to have sex with him. Someone she'd barely exchanged more than a few words with before today.

Yet, despite all of that, Rey didn't really feel a shred of true awkwardness towards him. Probably because he wasn't giving her a reason to feel weird or awkward about it, she realized. They were just two people who'd had some very good (transactional) sex, and Shaarb made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. His assured, laid-back and easily confident manner simply couldn't help but put her at ease. He could just as easily have treated her like a piece of meat, demeaned her, and simply tossed her aside once he'd had his fill. But instead, true to his word, he'd taken the time and effort to make sure she actually enjoyed the experience.

Hidden by her tumbler Rey smiled, thinking that losing her virginity to someone like Gevin would have most likely been a whole lot more awkward experience.

Probably much less enjoyable too.

Having finished his drink Shaarb leaned over Rey and placed his empty tumbler on top of a simple, boxy chest of drawers standing next to the bed. He turned to her, placing his hand on her lower back where his touch ghosted over her flesh, rubbing slow, gentle circles along her skin. "So, ready for more, Rey?" he asked, letting a low, husky hiss enter his voice.

Rey blinked in surprise. "More? I thought we were done."

Shaarb barked a quick laugh. "I may not be as young as I used to be, but only coming once is hardly enough to satisfy me. Especially not after the dry spell I've been having."

Shaarb subtly spread his legs, drawing Rey's eye. His two dicks seemed to have shrunk slightly, losing most of their stiffness after their coupling, but had yet to fully retract back into his body.

Rey swallowed, fighting the sudden urge to rub her thighs together.

"You're real fine company," he continued," and I'd be terribly disappointed if I didn't get the chance to fuck you with both of my cocks. Bu~t," Shaarb removed his hand as he drew the word out, his voice going from deep and husky to light and casual as he gave an exaggerated shrug, "if you don't think you'll be able to keep up with me, I completely understand. After all, it's not fair of me to expect too much from an inexperienced, blushing virgin."

Rey frowned, rankled by his cocksure grin and the almost insolent way he raised his scaly eyebrow at her. He was baiting her, even a blind person would have seen that.

She hated that it was working.

Rey looked down her tumblr, tapping a finger against its side. Eventually she stilled, her features softening as a little smirk of her own slowly formed on her lips. So he wanted to play it like that, did he?

Rey closed her eyes and brought her drink to her mouth, playing it cool as she allowed the last of her water to slide down her throat, deliberately showing off the expanse of her neck. Rey licked her lips, perhaps just a bit more suggestively than was strictly warranted, and with a slow deliberate motion she placed her tumbler right next to Shaarb's. She then leaned back on her hands, putting a bit of an arch in her back as she openly showed off her naked body.

Watching Shaarb follow her every movement with his eyes, his gaze holding an undisguised hunger as he unashamedly drank in her form, Rey felt an excited frisson go through her. When she'd undressed for him she'd been anxious and nervous under his scrutiny, but now, after the things they'd done in their brief time together, his intense golden gaze only made her feel sexy and desirable. Fighting the urge to bite her lip she looked to Shaarb's crotch, and it pleased her to see his twin dicks once more standing at full attention, pulsating with blood and aching for the chance to once more sink into her.

And damn it all, she wanted it too!

Part of her told her to get a hold of herself—that she really should be going. She had her food and there were things to do back home. She'd already come three times. Was she really that much of a wanton woman that that wasn't enough for her?

Maybe?

What Rey did know was that this strange Trandoshan man sitting beside her had made her experience pleasure she'd never imagined, and she wasn't quite ready to have it all end just yet.

Rey slowly crossed her legs and—following a sudden impulse—reached out with her foot to suggestively rub it up and down the side of Shaarb's calf.

"I suppose I could be persuaded to stay a bit longer," she said, looking deep into Shaarb's eyes and meeting his challenge with one of her own.