When Greez told her he was going to show her the strange wonders of the galaxy, she didn’t think it would start on the Mantis with his penis inside of her. She had to admit, the extra pair of hands made things interesting for the night-sister. Feeling two hold her hips while two more fondled her pale breasts stirred some desires she thought had been buried under grief and hate. Cal was out exploring the planet in his search for the holocron while Cere was monitoring imperial channels, which left Greez to entertain their new passenger determined to show her a good time. Merrin thought it would be an amusing distraction.
Sadly his skills in the realm of sex weren’t as stimulating as he promised, though he certainly didn’t lack for enthusiasm. He had Merrin laid across his bunk in his quarters (she refused to have sex with him on the table, or the holo-console, or on his lap in the pilot’s chair), her clothes removed and discarded on the floor, lying on her back grunting as his stout penis penetrated her cunt with all the grace of a ferret while his clammy hands molested her body. She concluded right away he wouldn’t satisfy her like he promised, but she bit her tongue and chose not to share this observation with the captain. She found he could be quite sensitive about his stature, lacking self confidence in himself often. She thought it’d be kinder to remain silent and play along while he vowed to teach her what it was like to be fucked by a notorious captain.
She also remained silent about the misconception the captain made about her. Since they knew she was only a child when her people were murdered, she realized they assumed she was still a virgin. That wasn’t the case. Night-sisters were taught about the cycle of life and death and procreation at a very young age so she was not unfamiliar with the concept. It was also a custom for Night-sisters to seek out mates from the Night-brother villages when they come of age, after which they could summon lovers whenever they chose. While her sisters were massacred, Merrin kept the traditions and followed their teachings. and when she came of age, she too sought out a male to ascend to womanhood. She would visit the nearby village often after that, whenever the natural impulse compelled her. And as she was the only Night-sister left the brothers were happy to fulfill her needs. She never bore a child, her magic keeping her body protected. In time she might’ve considered remaking her coven, but she decided she couldn’t replace her sisters. She was alone, by choice and by fate.
She made sure those same magics protected her as she was turned over to kneel on the bunk, the firm cock thrusting into her from behind as Greez manhandled her upright. She bit her lip stifling a growl, a sound Greez mistook for pleasure as he pulled her arms back to arch her back, his other two palms squeezing her breasts toying with her nipples. She rocked against him as he humped her butt, not at all comfortable with the position she was in. Her previous lovers were rough too but their actions had purpose, like wild predators devouring their prey. Moreover they knew how to respect their partners, putting her pleasure ahead of theirs. She once took three Night Brothers at the same time one night, and she never felt neglected as they made wild animalistic love to her. Greez, in comparison, was like a puppy eager to please. But she held her opinions, and her objects, to herself, even suffering his infantile banter until he mercifully ejaculated. She sighed in veiled relief as he came inside of her, his sperm not even reaching her cervix before it leaked out of her, his dick deflating and slipping out of her entrance. She heard him panting behind her, the Captain exhausted already. Another disappointment she thought.
She politely excused herself while Greez slid onto the bunk to rest, the man falling asleep the moment his head came down. She looked at the pitiful man and sighed, casting a quick spell to clean up the mess he left in her before pulling her clothes back on. She left the captain in his quarters and returned to the main cabin, Cere having just stepped out leaving her alone on the Mantis. She slumped down on the leather seating and let out a frustrated huff. Her first opportunity for sexual intercourse away from Dathomir had left her unsatisfied. She considered her options, immediately deciding Cere wouldn’t be a viable candidate, which left her pondering if the Jedi would be willing to assist her in the future. She decided to save the question for later, turning to her dilemma now as she reached into her clothes and proceeded to use a combination of her fingers and her magic to please herself until this ache she was left with subsided. Fortunately she was able to finish before either Cere or Cal could walk in and find her, keeping her disappointing session between her and Greez to herself.
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