[SWTOR]Clea breaks into Urlocks Ship

Clea woke up from a fitful sleep. She laid naked, coverd in sweat in an empty bed. She checked the time and saw that it was past morning and Delilah was still not home. She hit the bed in a mix of anger and concern. Why the hell do I have to be home on an evening if she isn't.

She got up putting on some panties and a tshirt and wrapped the bed sheet around her, walking around the empty ship looking to see if Delilah was anywhere else. She wasn't.

Her temple itched and hurt slightly and her vision was a little blurred. She sat down in the social area wrapping the sheet tight around her and poked at her data pad. She read an old message, the good part of last night and the night before.

The empty ship made a banging noise which made her jump out of her skin, she decided she needed to get out of there.

She walked through the cold hanger, her sheet wrapped around her just looking at the different ships that were docked near by, walking through hanger, to hanger she saw the one she recognised and walked up to the door. She pressed her hand against the cold metal and turned, her back to the door sliding down into a crouched position.

She couldn't just go see this person could she? It wasn't like they were friends, he was a client, a team member of Delilahs. But she needed someone to talk to, someone to sound this niggle in the back of her head.

She rolled onto her knees and found the access panel electronics area. Wiggling it free she prodded and poked, not really paying much attention but doing everything she needed to do to make the door slide open enough so she could slip in.

She walked through the quiet ship, finding the sleeping quarters she leaned in the door way watching him sleep. She moved silently around the ship to the drive room sitting in the captains chair and curled up. A while later, what ever she did fizzed and popped blowing the electrics in the ship.

It was at this time that Urlock awoke from his slumber, she woke up to being picked up in his large strong arms and carried through to the bedroom.

She hooked herself around his arm, telling him of the previous nights events. As she burried herself into his chest he did his best to comfort her.

He lifted her up onto his chest as she poured her thoughts out to him, hitting him in the chest with frustration. She felt his morning self pressing against her through the sheet. It caught her a little by surprise.

A wicked thought passed through her mind as he wiped her tears, she leaned herself back teasing him, grinding and dancing to music only she could hear. He did his best to "object" she just laughed, knowing that he didn't really.

She leaned in, kissing him and teasing his manhood with her bottom. They joked about where on a ship she hadn't been, and she said on this one, everywhere. They chose the cockpit.

He placed her down on the communications console teasing himself against her pantied self pressing against the material. She reached down putting her nails through the material and ripped it away letting him push it into her slowly at fist then deeper as her walls stretched to take the thickness.

Her implants filled her with endorphines and morpines alowing her to take him deeper as it hit the back wall of her insides. Faster his movements grew and she lifted her legs placing her feet upon his shoulders. Her wetness dripping down over the consoles.

She squeezed her muscles around him, screaming out into the ship and arching her back against the uncomfortable table of buttons and knobs below her. He grunted and growled as he roughly had his way filling her up every which way until he couldn't hold it any more, and with a roar he overfilled her.

She sat up, keeping him inside, lowering her legs and pressing her face against his chest. Just needing to be held.

After some time they seperated heading for a shower. She began to wash him obediently but he pulled away from her, washing himself and telling her to clean the ship. She did as was instructed, very dilligently and came through to his room playfully throwing the rag at him.

He looked angry, she felt uncomfortable and went to disturb Hana instead. After some time she realised she had been gone for most of the day and decided it was probably best she headed back home.

And so she did.

[SWTOR] Beauty Fiend

Scene Setting: Delilah is in a bit of bad mood. As a Sith Lord she has a habit of being a bit.. mental.

Delilah moved a hand to the girls wrist raking her nails down her light blue skin. She pinned the girl down by her throat to the futon. The girl groaned and writhed. Delilah grinned a predatory smile and leaned in to the girl kissing her deeply, her tongue pushing deep into the girls mouth.

Swiftly she rolled the girl over gripping her hair in her fist tightly pulling her up onto her knees. The girl obeyed. Delilah reached her other hand between the girls legs from behind, penetraiting her vaginal hole roughly.

The girl yelped a little and Delilah just growld down at her, leaning over the girls back and biting into the back of her neck. The girl moaned as Deliliah bent her fingers in a come hither motion, massaging the inside of her. Pressing the internal nub of flesh between her fingers.

Delilah's hand became wetter the more she massaged and the harder she bit into the girls neck. The girls arms collapsed, thrusting her butt up into the air as Delilah kept bent over her growling into her ear.

The girl shuddered, wave over wave of pleasure moving through her as Delilah lets go of the back of her neck, a string of salavia and blood hanging from her lips. The girl seems unaware of the danger she may have put herself in.

She pulled her fingers from the girls insides and rolled her over again thrusting her fingers into the girls mouth to lick clean and pressed herself between the girls legs, pulling them up over her shoulders bending the girl in two.

Delilah's hand went to the girls throat again, pushing her head up with her thumb, running it over the girls jawline. Her eyes appeared to glitter like that of a large cat as she studdied the girls physique. The girl gasped, her eyes closed submitting to Delilah's touches.

Her grip tightened, the girl gasped for air, her eyes flinging open. Delilah's lip twitched as she threw the girl to one side.

"Go." She said, and the girl ran.

Excerpt from my RP story [swtor]

Clea felt the warmth of Delilah behind her as she pressed her breasts against Clea's back. She was hot and a little sweaty from her work out. Clea stopped pouring, placing the items down, and leaned back into Delilah's arms.

Delilah wrapped her arms around Clea, cupping each breast in her hands. Clea moaned and kissed up at Delilah's jawline.

Delilah pinched each of Clea's dark pink nipples in her fingers and moved her head to kiss Clea deeply. Clea moaned into the kiss, feeling herself get moist between her legs. She rubbed her legs together as Delilah broke the kiss.

"I have to head into the city today to meet with Darth Ra'zel again." Delilah said, Clea moaned as Delilah didn't stop her pinching of Clea's nipples. "Come into the city with me and have a look around."

Clea nodded and pushed back into Delilah with a moan and a shudder. Delilah chuckled and stopped playing with Clea's nipples, walking away. Clea opned her eyes and pouted at Delilah.

"There is a gift on the bed for you." Delilah said and went towards the shower room.

Clea stood there, moisture dripping down her leg, ready for some action. Her nipples were stiff and the slight cold of the ship made them tingle. She stamped her foot and then headed to the bedroom.

On the bed was a beautiful white dress, trimmed in gold. Clea smiled, Delilah always bought her such nice things. She could hear Delilah in the shower and moved to the door to head in, but it was locked. She sighed, sitting on the bed beside her new dress.

She ran her hand over the material, it was soft, like silk, but a little more tactile than that. Her other hand pressed between her legs, parting her peach like lips, her middle finger massaging the hard nub that had begun to swell. She leaned back, lifting a leg onto the bed. Her finger moved faster, her juices slick and sticky creating just enough lubrication to not cause friction. Another finger joined in, massaging and pinching at her clit as it hardened a little more, excited and in need of attention. Clea stifuled a moan, as she could hear Delilah moving about in the shower, her hand moved faster with an air of urgency.

Tingles swept over her body, from the head of her clit, through her her hips and into her lower stomach as she moved her hand faster. She bit her bottom lip, moaning every so slightly as her hips bucked upwards sending a spray of water into her hand. Her hand stopped moving, but her fingers twiched every so often as her body did too and she laid there panting.

The sound of the shower stopped. Clea moved her hand from between her legs, licking her hand clean and checking her dress to make sure it was ok. She stood as Delilah came from the shower room, water dripping over her naked body.

"You ok?" Delilah asked. Clea nodded and pushed past her to the shower room.

"My turn!" she chimed and closed the door.

Delilah smiled and went to the bed, drying her hair. She smiled at the dress, a fine choice she thought and saw the small wet patch beside it. She looked at the shower room, then back to the bed and picked up the dress and hung it on the wall.