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Star Wars: Love Thy Aliens Ch.4
🕑 Added 2023-01-02 21:59:40 +0000 UTCA month later and Haro found himself back at the Outlander Club with Ari. They had just finished up another data drop and were now just hanging around the club and people watching. They had plenty of free time and money to spend so they were just enjoying their night at this less-than-reputable establishment.
Business had been good for the slicer and ex-Jedi pair. Even though they had only done two more ‘jobs’, they had made almost 200,000 credits. Most of that haul was due to a single job where Ari had sliced into a corrupt senator’s account. The leak that followed put that senator out of office and on the run from multiple criminal organizations.
“Smash,” Haro said as Ari pointed to a beautiful Mirialan woman who was leaning alone against the bar.
Ari giggled into her drink. She had been probing Haro with questions of ‘smash or pass’ for the last 30 minutes and she definitely agreed with his answer this time. The Mirialan woman really was tempting with her tight bodysuit that had been left unzipped all the way down to her belly button and her emerald green skin. Ari wanted to watch the woman writhe in pleasure underneath Haro until she was fucked into submission.
As a Zeltron, Ari knew she was genetically predisposed to pursue pleasure and sex. Most Zeltron men had harems and Zeltron women were either in a harem or had a harem of their own as well. Most of her species saw monogamy as a quaint and cute practice and Ari was no exception. She had come to find that she really enjoyed the idea of Haro fucking other women, but the idea of herself being with other men was actually vaguely disturbing. She knew that no one would be able to live up to the dominance Haro had over her body.
Ari pouted as someone joined the Mirialan woman at the bar. She had just been about to urge Haro to approach the green-skinned bombshell, but now it was too late. Her eyes scanned the bar for another target.
“What about her?” Ari asked, pointing at a Human girl sitting with her friends.
Haro’s gaze followed her finger. The Human girl was certainly beautiful. Her silver-white hair complimented her mocha skin, making her look exotic. The dress she wore was revealing yet classy enough to be worn on the upper levels. Her body was toned and full-figured and she looked like she could crush someone’s head between her thighs.
Haro could easily recognize the woman was attractive. He could see why many people would desire or thirst after her. But nothing about her really ‘clicked’ for him. Even though they were both beautiful women, the Human woman had nothing on the Mirialan from before in Haro’s mind.
“Pass,” Haro said dismissively.
Ari had known what Haro’s answer would be when she picked out a Human. Since they started this game, Haro hadn’t ‘smashed’ a single Human. Everyone he had ‘smashed’ had been of another species. Even the near-Human species like Zeltron and Chiss had been just Alien enough to catch Haro’s interest. But it appeared that he didn’t have a thing for Human girls at all.
“I think I know something you don’t know about yourself~” Ari said in a singsong voice.
Haro smiled at her coy tone, “Oh? And what’s that?”
“Youuu~ have an Alien fetish!”
Haro scoffed, “I do not.”
“Yes, you do~”
Before Haro could respond, something called out to him in the Force. It was a cry of desperation and hopelessness coming from the bottom levels of the club. He instantly stood, motioning for Ari to follow him as he started making his way toward the elevator.
“What’s wrong?” Ari asked after catching up to him, feeling the shift in tone and matching Haro’s serious mood.
“I don’t know yet… I just have the feeling that I’m needed downstairs.”
“Could you be misinterpreting it?” Ari whispered to Haro as they got onto the packed elevator and began making their way down to the club’s basement.
Haro shook his head, “No, I know what I felt. Master Yoda always taught us to trust in the Force. All I can do is trust that I’m not wrong…”
“Well… I guess it doesn’t hurt to check things out down there…”
The rest of their short trip to the club’s basement was spent in silence. Haro couldn’t shake an unnatural feeling of tension like he was riding the line between being on time and being too late. Ari was a bit confused, but she was willing to trust Haro’s intuition.
The elevator doors opened and the couple got off. They walked through a short hallway that almost immediately opened up into a contained arena with stands and spectator boxes surrounding it. The area around the arena was chaotic with the cheers and activities of spectators. The arena itself wasn’t much better.
Money changed hands; food and drink were thrown into the air; loud roars of approval echoed through the enclosed space; even fights were breaking out among the spectators of the gladiatorial match. Inside the arena was more of the same chaos, though it was on a much smaller scale.
A scantily clad Twi’lek woman hung in a cage above the arena floor. It was like she was being presented as a prize for the two combatants who fought to the death beneath her feet. Her crystal blue skin and petite curves served as motivation for the two combatants and entertainment for the spectators. She wasn’t obviously cowering in her hanging cell, but Haro could tell that her seductive movements hid fear and despair.
In the arena itself, a Trandoshan and a Rodian were fighting. The Trandoshan was very obviously winning. He had apparently taken to toying with his opponent. The Rodian was decently muscular for one of his species, but at some point, the Trandoshan had ripped off one of his arms. The Trandoshan was now taunting the Rodian while beating him with his own arm at the same time.
The Rodian was visibly flagging. Blood loss and trauma were getting to him and he soon collapsed after a strike from his own arm. The Rodian stared up at the Trandoshan with pupil-less eyes, trying to pull himself away from his aggressor with only one arm.
The Trandoshan loomed over the fallen Rodian with a malicious, toothy smile on his face. He reached down, grabbing the other reptilian male by his neck and hoisting him up to eye level. The Rodian struggled, clawing at the Trandoshan’s arm with the desperation of a dead man.
“Now you’ll show the world why you shouldn’t mess with Krad,” the Trandoshan said in a gravely, hissing voice.
The Rodian didn’t even have time to scream. Krad, the Trandoshan, opened his maw wide and snapped his jaws shut on the Rodian’s head. There was a wet crunch that echoed through the arena as Krad’s sharp teeth pierced through his opponent's skull and brain. The Rodian’s body went limp in Krad’s grip.
The entire room went silent. It seemed that this was a level of violence and brutality that even the Outlander Club’s patrons weren’t used to. Winnings still exchanged hands, but it was done in an almost solemn silence. Krad dropped the Rodian’s headless corpse and grinned at the spectators around him.
“Well?” Krad said, turning his gaze to the Twi’lek beauty in the cage above him. “Krad is the winner. He should get his prize. Surely the great Outlander Club would not go back on their agreements?”
Someone in the wings signaled and the cage began to lower. Haro could feel Twi’lek girl’s fear grow with each foot it dropped. He started making his way to the edge of the arena. Krad smiled at the Twi’lek girl, licking his shark-like teeth instead of his lipless lips.
“Ohhoho, what a treat. You look delicious, pretty girl. Krad might even decide to eat you after he’s had his fun.”
Haro reached the edge of the arena and jumped the railing between the stands and the killing floor. He landed without a sound and began stalking toward Krad and the terrified Twi’lek girl. The girl saw him approaching and shook her head frantically, her body language telling Haro to run and save himself.
Krad noticed the girl’s reaction and slowly turned around. His face split into a cruel smirk, “Well, well, well… Does the little Humie have a bone to pick with Krad?”
“I do…” Haro said stiffly. “I find myself wanting a piece of your winnings.”
Krad laughed “Bahaha! If you want Krad’s new snack, you’ll have to kill Krad for her!”
“Very well. I do not mind removing a stain like you from the face of the galaxy.”
Krad’s grin grew even wider, “Big words for such a little Humie.”
Haro ignored the taunt, spelling out the rules of the fight, “To the death. We’ll both be limited to our blades. The winner takes everything the loser owns. Including the girl.”
“Hear that folks?!” Krad shouted at the spectators and arena staff. “The girl has her own white knight! Krad will show the boy how real life really works! Let’s see if he’s still keen to help after Krad tears his arms off!”
The quiet that had fallen over the crowd went up in smoke. Sentients of all species cheered at the chance for more bloodshed. Even the staff were looking excited now. Haro’s interference had given them something new to bet on and the Outlander Club would now profit off this fight no matter what.
Ari bit her lip nervously. She leaned against the arena’s railing, praying that Haro knew what he was doing. He had the Force, but would that be enough to win out over a sentient crocodile? She fingered the holdout blaster tucked into her shorts. In case the worst happened, Ari was ready to grab Haro and fight her way out of here.
Someone from the club came down to collect Haro’s blaster and give Krad his vibroblades. Krad used a pair of vibroknucklers -- a knuckle-duster with a vibroblade attached to the knuckle that could be used to enhance punches to a deadly degree. He flourished his blade, clenching his fist to activate the vibrations and listening to the hum of the blades with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.
Haro calmly took out his own blade. His vibroblade was 45 centimeters long and made of treated steel that had been sharpened to a razor edge. Haro somewhat regretted that the blade wasn’t made of more useful material, but he consoled himself by thinking of the blade as a temporary measure. He would only be wielding it until he managed to make himself a lightsaber.
Haro didn’t bother flourishing or doing anything fancy with his shortsword. He just held it out in front of him in a familiar guarding position and activated the vibroblade. The shortsword thrummed as tiny vibrations ran from the hilt up along the length of the blade.
The Twi’lek girl’s cage was raised into the air above the arena once more. She looked down at Haro with a complicated expression on her face. He could still feel her fear, but now there was confusion, dread that another person was about to die for her, and maybe even the beginnings of hope. Haro gave her his best reassuring nod and focused on his opponent.
The vicious, toothy grin hadn’t left Krad’s face for a single moment. The Trandoshan’s fists hummed with the vibrations of his vibroknucklers. He began circling Haro like a hungry predator. Haro just tracked the movement calmly.
Haro was submerged deep in the Force. The sea within him was calm, a bastion of flat water between the turbulent waves of the outside world. He could feel Krad’s bloodthirst, Ari’s worry and belief in him, and the Twi’lek girl’s desperation for a way out of her situation. The greed and enjoyment of the crowd washed over him, only bolstering his resolve.
His breathing was calm and steady. The Force flooded his flesh, pulling his muscles taut and ready for action. Someone from the arena’s staff came out with a flag to signal the start of the duel. Haro watched the flag fall in slow motion.
Krad shot toward Haro like a barreling tank. 300 pounds of muscle and violence tried its best to slam Haro into the ground. At the last second, Krad pushed off from the floor, going airborne with his arms and mouth spread wide. Haro watched the Trandoshan approach him, unmoving in the face of almost certain death.
Haro’s blade whistled through the air. Krad grunted as his momentum was entirely pushed to the side. A sharp feeling of loss made the Trandoshan look at his right hand. Bloody stumps stood where his fingers once were. Haro turned to face Krad, calm even as his opponent's grin grew crueler.
There was a blur of movement. Haro ducked, striking out at Krad’s center of mass with a clenched fist. Power flowed out from his coiled arm, splashing against Krad’s scales. The lizard stumbled, lashing out blindly for Haro’s head.
The vibroknuckler on Krad’s right hand went flying with his wild movement. Haro felt the air part beside his cheek. A small sting told him he hadn’t leaned far enough away. Forgetting about his missing fingers for a moment, Krad whipped his injured hand at Haro’s face. Haro stood impassively just out of reach of Krad’s missing claws.
A film of blood-red rage fell over Krad’s mind, “The Scorekeeper will honor me for your death, Human!”
“Your god will not save you,” Haro muttered softly.
Haro stepped into Krad’s next charge. Power surged through one of his arms as he pushed Krad’s remaining hand skyward. His sword drew a line of red flesh that spilled cold blood onto the arena’s floor. Krad bellowed in pain, clutching at his side with his stump of a hand.
Pressing his advantage, Haro spun around the Trandoshan. His sword came down again. The vibroblade shrieked as it cut through scales, flesh, and bones. Krad haltingly tried to turn to look at Haro, ignoring the foot of steel lodged in his gut.
Shark-like teeth tried to snap closed around Haro’s neck. Haro’s arm slammed into Krad’s spine as he subtly used the Force to push the beast away from him. The lizard stumbled, struggling to stay on his feet with a gaping wound in his stomach.
The crowd had gone eerily quiet at some point, surprised that the Human boy was winning and that most of them were probably about to lose a lot of money on bets. Haro reveled in the silence. The Force churned inside him, thrumming at the same frequency as his blade. As the Trandoshan stumbled toward him like a zombie, Haro prepared himself to end this.
His arm wound back and in a single instant, it was all over. Krad’s body stumbled one more step before slumping to his knee with his head rolling away on the floor. Even in death, the Trandoshan was showing his teeth in a malicious smile. Haro flicked the blood off his vibroblade, sheathing it and looking up at the arena staff expectantly.
The staff quickly got over their shock and took the hint. One of them hurried down to the arena floor to return Haro’s blaster and the others lowered the cage with Haro’s ‘winnings’ inside. Haro ignored the few glares he got from the arena’s stands in favor of seeing to the Twi’lek girl he had just won. The person who returned his blaster also gave Haro proof that he now owned the girl and an honest to Force leash for her.
When Haro asked if it was possible for him to free the slave girl or turn off her explosive implant, he was given a hesitant no. Haro cursed internally, but nodded. He told them to keep the rest of Krad’s belongings and dismissed the staffer. Most of the Twi’lek girl’s fear was gone at this point, replaced with relief and a healthy sense of wariness.
“What’s your name?” Haro asked her.
“Lullaby, Master,” she said, bowing her head deferentially.
“Your real name,” Haro insisted.
The girl’s eyes had a bit more life in them when she raised her head to look at Haro, “... Lu’la.”
Haro nodded, “Good. Nice to meet you, Lu’la. My name is Haro. They tell me I can’t free you, so I guess we’re stuck together until I find a way to do just that.”
“... Just when the perfect master comes along… Of course the handsome Human boy would want to free me… Too nice for your own good,” Lu’la muttered under her breath.
Haro ignored her muttering, “C’mon, my companion will probably be able to find some better clothes for you.”
Lu’la looked where Haro was pointing, sighed, and began muttering again, “Tch… And he already has a Zeltron slut as a girlfriend. Force, why does he have to be so perfectly Human?”
Haro turned and began walking out of the arena. He stopped when he noticed that Lu’la wasn’t following him. Turning back, he saw her standing defiantly exactly where she had been.
“What’s wrong?” Haro asked.
“I’m not leaving until you claim me,” Lu’la said, raising her nose in a stuck up, bratty sort of way. “If I’m ‘free’ when I try to walk through this crowd, I won’t last five minutes before someone else tries to put their grubby hands on me. So we’re staying here until you put that leash and collar around my neck and lead me out yourself.”
Haro stared at her, but Lu’la just kept pouting. She obviously wasn’t going to cave until she got her way. In a way, Haro actually found her actions endearing. ‘A spoiled slave,’ Haro thought, chuckling to himself.
Shaking his head, he walked back over to Lu’la. She hid it well, but Haro could feel the anticipation rolling off of her in waves. The collar in his hands was gently placed around the Twi’lek girl’s neck and tightened until she could feel it.
“Stupid, sexy Human…” Lu’la muttered quietly, closing her eyes and shuddering as the collar latched.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the collar was firmly attached to her neck and the leash was in Haro’s hand, “Thank you, Master. I feel much safer like this.”
“Haro,” he insisted, lightly tugging on the leash. “Call me Haro.”
Ari smirked at him as he led his new slave toward her. Behind her smug, teasing expression, Haro could feel her relief and anxiety. She obviously wasn’t a fan of him challenging the Trandoshan to a death match, even if the result ended up being good for everyone.
“Congratulations, Haro baby,” Ari said when Haro and Lu’la reached her. “You’ve won a wonderful prize. I can’t wait to get her on her knees, begging for your cock.”
“A-As if I would beg,” Lu’la lied in a poor effort to conceal her excitement. “H-He’s just a H-Human after all.”
“Oh, you poor baby,” Ari said, taking Lu’la’s leash and putting her arm around the Twi’lek’s shoulders. “Don’t worry. Haro will show you how much ‘just a Human’ can really do.”
Lu’la squeaked. Her mind instantly went to naughty places. Every fantasy she had had in the slave pens seemed to be on the verge of coming true. She now had a righteous and handsome master who would fight for her. And her master was a Human, no less! The older girls in the pens would never shut up about Human masters, swooning as they told raunchy stories that never failed to make Lu’la’s face blush and her loins tingle.
Lu’la’s sapphire-blue skin flushed a beautiful dark violet as Haro and Ari led her through the Outlander Club. Embarrassment mixed with arousal within her. She felt like everyone was looking at her and suddenly, her normal clothes seemed much sluttier than usual. She also felt a strange sense of pride when she saw the jealous gazes of various Alien women who were watching Haro lead her around like cattle.
The rest of the journey to her new home was something of a blur for Lu’la. She remembered sticking her tongue out at a particularly thirsty Twi’lek who had been eyeing her new master. She remembered being placed in her master’s lap when they got into a speeder. After that, nothing other than Haro’s muscular chest and wonderful scent mattered to the Twi’lek slave.
She liked that she could tuck herself under Haro’s chin, that his larger frame completely engulfed her body. She liked how his teasing hands wandered her sensitive skin, seemingly without Haro realizing he was doing anything. She liked how his presence seemed to fill something inside her that had previously been empty. For the first time in her life, Lu’la felt safe.
Lu’la was led into her new home in a content daze. Her eyes were fluttering in indirect pleasure and she was close to completely submitting herself to the will of her master. She didn’t even question when she was forced to her knees by Ari, just gazing up at Haro with hooded eyes. She subconsciously licked her lips as Ari helped her new master strip.
She was so focused on the gorgeous and perfect Human cock that now hung in front of her face that Ari’s words passed in one of Lu’la’s ear holes and out the other, “She won’t respect you unless you do this, baby. I know her type. She’s a brat that needs someone to just take control of her. You have to claim her. Completely.”
Lu’la pouted as Haro pulled away from her reaching hands, “You’re right, Ari… I’m responsible for her. I can’t have her disobeying me at the worst moment and getting herself killed or worse. She needs to know she belongs to me now.”
Ari smirked, “Doesn’t hurt that you wanted her the instant you laid eyes on her, does it?”
“No… No, it does not.”
“Good boy,” Ari cooed. “Dominate her. Make her only think of you. Show her what it means to belong to a Human man.”
Haro was rock hard at this point, his cock swaying in front of Lu’la’s face in a way that was hypnotizing for the young Twi’lek slave-girl. Lu’la’s nose twitched as Haro finally allowed her to press herself forward into his musk. Her whole body shook in a mini-orgasm, Haro’s Human scent invading her brain. Her Lekku thrashed to and fro. If Haro or Ari were fluent in the Lekku language, they would have recognized the movements as ones of ultimate bliss and ecstasy.
Haro gently grabbed both of Lu’la’s Lekku like he would Ari’s hair. He made sure to be gentle yet firm with the slave-girl’s brain-tails. Lu’la’s mouth fell open in a moan at the commanding touch. Her vision briefly went white from the pleasure and intimacy of Haro’s actions.
“Suck,” Haro ordered.
She hurried to comply. Her lips lunged forward to latch onto the throbbing cockhead in front of her. Her Lekku twitched in his grip. Suckling on Haro’s tip with a desperation unique to Alien women, Lu’la’s eyes fluttered. She couldn’t get enough of her new master’s taste. Every swipe of her tongue on the underside of the cock made her womb clench in anticipation and need.
Lu’la resisted a bit when Haro began to pull her deeper onto his cock. She pouted like a bratty child, wanting to stay at his tip where she could lap up all his delicious precum. Haro’s grip on her Lekku tightened slightly, dissuading her spoiled behavior with a bit of pleasurable punishment. The idea that her master literally had her brain in his hands wasn’t lost on Lu’la. The power Haro held over her made her pussy cream with arousal.
Without even thinking about it, Lu’la submitted to Haro’s unspoken order. Her head began to bob lower on his shaft. Bringing her master pleasure quickly became her sole focus at the moment, but in the back of her mind, Lu’la’s bratty side was already plotting how to get Haro to punish her.
She hummed around Haro’s shaft, putting everything the older slave-girls had taught her to work. Her nimble tongue teased Haro in seemingly random patterns. Her attention never lingered on one spot for too long, but everytime her lips pulled back to the tip, she would greedily gulp down the spring of precum that poured onto her tongue. Her eyes fluttered shut as Haro’s concentrated Human taste coated her taste buds.
Haro used his grip on her Lekku to guide Lu’la’s movement. His hands massaged and kneaded the sensitive flesh of her brain-tails. Wherever he touched, sparks of electric ecstasy shocked Lu’la’s brain. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she came explosively all over the floor when Haro struck two especially sensitive spots on her Lekku.
Lu’la’s leg-shaking orgasm made her throat relax. Haro used that chance to pull her head all the way down to the base of his cock. He grunted at the silky warmth that now engulfed his whole cock, grinding his slave-girl’s nose into his crotch.
Ari hugged Haro from behind. Soft hands stroked his chest and abs while even softer lips laid kisses on his neck and shoulder. Watching Haro dominate another woman was everything Ari had dreamed of. It was an amazing thing to see in action. Her pussy dripped as Haro lovingly bent an Alien woman to his will in front of her.
Lu’la gasped as Haro pulled her off his cock with her Lekku. She struggled against his grip slightly, trying to take him back into her mouth. Haro firmly turned her around and pushed her to the ground. Her back arched as her sensitive nipples rubbed against the floor, inadvertently making her pert ass stick into air like she was inviting Haro into her pussy.
Haro mounted her, grinding his cock between her bouncy asscheeks. She moaned and pushed back against him. With his hands planted on either side of her head, Haro’s larger frame covered her completely. Lu’la’s hands came up to grasp at his wrists, desperately holding on against the wave of lust that threatened to sweep her away.
His hips cocked back, almost instantly aligning him with her entrance like magic. Haro’s body held Lu’la still when she tried to push herself onto him prematurely. His cock slid forward an inch, parting Lu’la’s lower lips around his tip.
“M-More,” she gasped. “Now!”
“Who’s in charge here?” Haro asked, leaning down to nibble at Lu’la’s neck.
Lu’la whimpered, “Y-You are, Master! P-Please give your slave more of your perfect Human cock!”
Her body shuddered and twitched as Haro pressed himself forward a bit more, “Good girl~”
Lu’la’s forehead fell forward to rest against the floor. She moaned, wiggling her hips as her master’s cock invaded her inner depths. Waves of red-hot fire shot from her lower lips to her core. Her cunt stretched wider than she thought possible around his girth and it felt so good that she could feel her mind blanking.
She raised her head from the floor, desperately trying to find Haro’s lips with her own, “K-Kiss me, Master… P-Please?”
Haro leaned down as he sheathed himself inside her at a torturously slow pace. Lips met lips and Lu’la moaned into their connection. His body smothered the petite Twi’lek girl completely. Her legs kicked and shook between his as she was filled to her limits by his big Human cock. Textured inner walls quivered around his shaft when he began to push up against Lu’la’s womb.
Lu’la just about lost her mind when Haro pulled himself out and thrust himself back in a single, fluid stroke. His cockhead battered her babyroom, forcing her little cunny to stretch to accommodate her master’s thrusts. Each time Haro’s hips slapped against her ass, Lu’la would grind back against him. She was surprised by how little Haro’s intense fucking hurt. His girth was thick enough to leave her with an uncomfortable, yet pleasurable stretch and his thrusts were somehow vigorous and gentle at the same time.
Haro found Lu’la to be much tighter than Ari. Her short, svelte body squeezed him in ways that his Zeltron girlfriend just couldn’t. Lu’la’s pussy felt like it was bred for pleasure, but in a different way to Ari’s. If Ari’s perfect pussy was the result of evolution, Lu’la’s version of feminine perfection was the result of artificial enhancement from the Outlander Club’s slavers.
Haro found himself growling unconsciously at the thought. The thought that Lu’la wasn’t perfect just the way she was. The thought that someone else had been planning to take what was now his. The thought that someone had put their hands on his Lu’la. He fucked her that much harder, trying to leave no doubt in Lu’la or the Force that she now belonged to him.
Lu’la was fucked into the floor by Haro’s larger body. Her body couldn’t do anything but submit to her place under her new powerful Human master and her mind didn’t want to resist at all. Her moans turned to mewls, which turned to cries of euphoria as Haro’s Human cock fucked orgasm after orgasm from her deliciously sore pussy.
Haro’s climax hit him like a truck, completely overwhelming his senses with sudden pleasure as he spilled himself deep inside of Lu’la’s pussy. A constant cascade of cum crashed through her cervix. The deluge of warmth in her core triggered the most powerful orgasm Lu’la had ever experienced. Tidal waves of pleasure slammed against her mind, lighting up every nerve in her body as she reached for nirvana.
“Mine,” Haro growled possessively, biting one of Lu’la’s Lekku lightly.
Lu’la managed to reply with a sigh, “Y-Yours, Master.”
They stayed like that for a moment. Lu’la enjoyed the feeling of safety she got from being completely covered by Haro’s body. Haro enjoyed the way her pussy was still unconsciously milking him. Ari came and draped herself over Haro.
“Damn, that was ~sooooo~ hot. Got another one of those in you, baby?” Ari said in a breathy whisper.
Haro’s erection had been flagging, but Ari’s question made it shoot back to full hardness in an instant. Lu’la squeaked at the sudden return of fleshy steel buried inside her. Haro slowly pulled out, ignoring Lu’la’s moans and pleas for him to stay. His swat to her ass when he was completely out of her made Lu’la’s eyes roll up in a mini-orgasm.
Haro stood up, leaving Lu’la to lie on the ground. Ari grinned at the hungry expression on his face. He took an intimidating step toward her. Giggling, Ari took off for the bedroom. Caveman instincts activated, Haro chased after her. Lu’la heard the sounds of a playful struggle, but she passed out on the floor not long after.
