"What's wrong, Seepy Threepy?"
"Master, I would greatly appreciate it if you never called me that again."
Asmodeus rushed into the cockpit naked with a boner, using the Force to casually suck off all the slime and toss it onto the hallway floor. Those horny boxes rushed over and fought each other for 'right' to suck up their Master's cum, but in the end they were kicked out of the way by a soaking wet Shmi.
The filthy human ran over and sat down in the captain's seat and looked at the blinking lights and scrolling texts. They were about to drop out of Hyperspace!
"Master, you should get ready!"
"Oh dear… I'll man my station!"
"No, wait." Asmodeus patted the shiny silver shoulder and turned back, "You good, Eldra?"
"I'm fine." The cum and piss drenched Twi'lek crawled over with her hands and stumps, practically rubbing her oozing orifices against the ground. Those long lekku were covered in bite marks and bruises, just like her breasts and face, but she wasn't actually injured at all. Those thirsty droids swarmed around her and sucked up all the delicious fluids she left behind. One of them even started sucking on her lek before she pushed it away.
"What do you need me to do, 'Master'?"
"We've got two turrets. You like top or bottom?"
"I can go either way…" Eldra finally got a clear look at that handsome man's smirking face and shouted, "You know what I mean!"
This was actually the first time she really saw what he looked like! She was half-expecting him to have black tattoos all over his face in the shape of a skull or be horribly disfigured, maybe even have giant tentacles dangling off his face…
Then again, if you look at 'male' Twi'leks, the females really won the genetic lottery in terms of appearance at least. Of course, it could also be due to the women being intentionally bred as sex slaves for tens of thousands of years. However, with the men looking so conventionally hideous, how do their offspring always turn into 'beautiful' women? It's a mystery.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride, hahaha~!"
"Hey! Ah!"
Asmodeus rushed over and reached down, casually picking her skinny body up by the waist and running down the cockpit hallway to the main hallway, then casually tossed her up into the turret-seat without even using the Force! She reached out and grabbed the back of the chair, then pulled herself into it, sitting down and taking a deep breath.
Memories of the past hour flashed in her mind. She was still soaking wet, in every way possible.
"There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity…"
"Dropping out of Hyperspace! Now!" Shmi's serious voice came through the intercom and the scenery in front of her eyes changed! From swirling blue and white chaos to two blindingly bright stars! There was a tiny little dot in the distance, which was the planet Tatooine. She'd never been there before, but she'd definitely seen pictures and holograms before.
"We've got incoming!" C-3PO screamed in fright!
"Frak!"
"Fuck!"
"E chu ta!"
"Oh dear!"
It wasn't a bunch of little starfighters this time… Well, there were six of those: Z-95 Headhunters. Only six small ships wasn't a big deal though. The problem was the huge 160 meter long Minstrel-class space yacht! It was almost shaped like a real sailing vessel, with a long, curved bow almost like the tip of a gladius. On the top was a large observation deck, with glass windows all around. Huge ion engines jutted out of the back of the ship. There were three long rods sticking down at an angle on both sides of the ship near the back, with two big fins that looked like rudders sticking down from behind.
"It's the Star Jewel!" Shmi shouted anxiously, "It's Jabba's space yacht!"
"We're all going to die!" The overdramatic droid screamed again.
"First of all, Threepio, shut your fucking mouth." Asmodeus sighed, "If it comes down to it, just ram the fucking ship into the those windows up top."
"Master, they have shields. And a tractor beam. They've already locked onto us-"
*Rumble~!* The whole ship shook violently as the tractor beam interfered with the inertial dampeners for a moment, or whatever it was that kept everyone from turning into paste when the ship moved.
*Beep~!* Among the many alarms and sirens, one of them was a communicator. Specifically a holographic projector.
"Master, what should I do?" By the time Shmi asked, Asmodeus was already standing in the middle of the cockpit.
"What else? Answer the fucking call. Uh, is it a video or just-"
"Hohohohaahaaahaaaa~!"
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