The Twin Sun Sisters
I had nowhere to go for the rest of the night and all I knew was, I couldn’t stay another second on that damn ship. The cockpit smelled of death; literally and metaphorically, I don’t know what had happened before I started piloting this thing, but it wasn’t pretty. And these woman, give me a break. You got an Exile who preaches to anyone who will listen, yet doesn’t know a thing about their past. She’s bad news, gets you opened up just so she can stick the saber right between your eyes and heart so she can control your every thought, whim. And hey, I don’t think she knows that, but I do, I’ve got a little secret of control she knows nothing of. And this witch, by the darkest parts of the galaxy I wish I could space her out a hangar bay door. This gray haired excuse for a teacher is the exact opposite of her, she knows her past but hides it with the ferocity of a terntrak mother in heat and swinging her eggs beside her. Bad news wouldn’t describe it, and we’ve gotta stick with her, sickening… in a way, I know exactly what she wants, because I’ve wanted the same things; an equal opportunity to never be used by this essence of power flowing through our lives. Some work to control it, some let it flow through them, it’s evil, good, and gray all at the same time. I’d say my intentions were evil, but I didn’t care, it was good to me because someone like that wicked shrew wouldn’t be able to twist someone as unique as the woman I’ve sworn to follow up into her chasm of metaphorical twisting intentions. I know I’m out to help her, and for this hag, she’s got the same block as me, and she’s threatened by me. Enough of it though, I stay in my mind, playing the cards too long in this rust-bucket to not have some fun of my own tonight.
There’s a place the Exchange likes to call the Feathered Gizka, and I was steadily approaching the entrance as my eye caught these twin Twieleks. Their skin shined an amethyst tint nearly as blinding as their blades. I had been around this sector my fair share of times, I knew what they were here for. Their hands simultaneously shot to their hilts as I embraced their shoulders with my over-bearing yet smooth grip.
“Ladies, I’m just here for what you’re here for, some old-fashioned pure pazak fun.”
I lean toward the short gand guard and slip him some racing bonds. He ushers us through and the ladies relunctatily follow my lead to the next open room. I was a weird guy, never got many kicks from having some deep fantasy; I find the beautiful, unimaginably unique woman and make them beg for more until I leave them crying my name at the space dock; it’s the scoundrels way, one I’ve know a long time.
“So, which one of you is first, I’m not picky. But let’s get this straight, I’m not looking for anything serious, those blades wouldn’t look good next to my throat if I work a little too much magic.”
They both stared, looking a bit disgusted, and started edging towards me with not even a inch separating them. As they stepped ever closer I could feel danger in every sense of the word; I trained myself to block off so much but sexual tension, danger, unbridled swarming of each so close, I was paralyzed. Just like with that woman I follow, except this was gonna give me some well-needed release. Their hands moved in-sync, reaching the center of my jacket shoving me down onto the gel bed I had secured long-ago. The waves violently oscillated, stirring all of us into the tides of repressed passion. They tore at every part of my clothes, ripping and tearing them off with ferocious ease. The one nearest my face wasted no time sliding up and perching firmly between my chin and nose. The death grip of her thighs were slightly crushing my sides as her sister had begun toying and handling my ever-growing vibroblade. I was in the most compromised and vulnerable position I had been in years, if they wanted to, they could end me right here, in multiple ways. I’d like to think she’d come slice through this door, saving me or stopping all the fun dead in its tracks. And maybe then, that was when I knew she was special and worth my time to try and save her. She doesn’t need me to save this galaxy, but If I can follow along and show her a few tricks to stave off all this tyranny, she might just realize I couldn’t take my wandering eyes off her since we left that desolate mining station. At a time like this, my thoughts are on her, I wonder if she’s sensing or worrying about me too. Enough, Atton, I scream inside my mind, locking the vulnerable thoughts back under lock and key. Let’s take these twins down to size.
The End until part 2!!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k8df1e/the_scoundrels_twin_pleasure_moon_pt1