A Small Dessert (hutt smut)

Needing a passing amusement to distract him from the lull in business at his palace, Daruza the Hutt barks out a sudden string of Huttese, demanding a slave from his private harem for a slice of intimacy with her repulsive master. The monstrous slug reclines back upon his throne, his massive form glistening in the noonday heat as he waits impatiently for the nubile little dalliance to be brought out for his appraisal and affection. Usually the slimy gangster prefers a bit of playful interaction between himself and his pretty slave girls, in order to develop the complex relationship between master and submissive. Not this time however. Daruza is in no mood for toying games or flirtatious teasing. His own fickle lusts have been incited and the chosen female will please him, and be dismissed.

The lovely girl escorted out to be appraised by her slovenly master is, as always, scantily-clad, with a lean and slender figure brought to feminine fruition given her talents as a dancer. Daruza leans forward, rolls of fat slick with slime and grease piling up around his chest as he rumbles in approval as the nameless girl stands demurely before him, dainty hands clasped at her lap, looking upon the floor in deference. The bloated slug gurgles lustfully and curls a stubby finger towards himself, ushering her closer. She is a new slave to Daruza's harem, purchased along with a cadre of other women due to her beauty and charms. The female is, however, common and lacking in any true exotic qualities, save her ample bust and soft, rounded hips. Beauty has but one place in Daruza's pursuit of carnal pleasure. This girl will never be a favorite to the wealthy Hutt sultan. She is but a toy to be spent, a passing diversion to satisfy his most perverted whims.

As the female climbs atop the hovering throne of the grotesque mobster, one of Daruza's pudgy arms seizes her about the waist and tugs her against his bulbous mass, her half-naked, creamy flesh colliding with the Hutt's own blubbery and foul hide with a sickening plop. Rich, viscous saliva dribbles from the slobbering monarch's gaping maw as he indulges in the warmth of her lithe and womanly frame pressed up against his repulsive body, her flawless skin soon stained with the sweat and mucous that coats the slug-like degenerate's hide. As the girl winces, a whimpering squeak sounding in the back of her throat at the sensory overload, her disgusting master chortles in perverse appreciation, his offhand quickly fumbling for the clasps of her skimpy metallic top. Her cries turn to shock and horror as the Hutt suddenly pushes her lovely nude breasts to press against his sloppy, clammy neck rolls, the dual globes nestling themselves against his drool-ridden chins. Her eyes meet Daruza's own reptilian orbs before Daruza's tubby hand snakes about her narrow waist and begins to paw under her loose skirts, groping overtly at her supple rear.

From the befouling haven of Daruza's maw pokes forth a warted, scum-covered tongue, the serpentine appendage sliding across the slave girl's pretty face wantonly, and leaving a thick sheen of his stinking saliva in its wake. Squealing and squirming in her fat master's sturdy grip, her naked upper body squishing against his doughy rolls pathetically, Daruza's moist and corruption-ridden tongue slops heavily over her neck before descending towards her slightly bouncing breasts with bestial intent. With a rumbling burble of pleasure, the Hutt lord slurps at her pert and voluminous breasts slowly, the fleshy and plump appendage curling into a fat cone before plunging itself with disturbing experience for the supreme tightness of the harem girl's cleavage. Daruza snogs at her breasts with long, agonizing slurps, grubby mitts groping along her lower body and pulling her slender form closer so as to provide easier access.

Before long, the Hutt releases a liquid chuckle of amusement as the slave girl pinned in his grasp begins to moan, not with horror or disgust, but with arousal and a yielding, whimpering submission. Her beautiful form no longer squirms away from the revolting slug's misshapen form, but instead squirms /into/ it, her loins grinding against the bloated belly-fat, dimpling the Hutt's corpulent gut. Daruza's own thirst for dominance and control sated as the buxom beauty proceeds to massage her toned, muscled body against his slimy, gluttonous one, the Hutt decides that he's changed his mind, and will reward such compliant and seductive behavior.

He turns the whining, groaning slave about with a forceful grip upon her hips, making her stand besides him, curvy rear still bumping and swaying against his rotund bulk. Daruza licks his lips in lascivious enjoyment as he shifts his weight momentarily and lets his long, thick, grimy tongue slurp out and slide about her lower abdomen teasingly, the female's eyes widening in surprise and shock that her sleazy master would choose to enact such play with her. Gripping her lower thigh, fingers digging into the flawless skin therein, the mighty Hutt's foul tongue, warm and wet, slurps lower and lower, the slave girl's face turning from horror to impassioned delight as the monstrous appendage disappears beyond her golden skirt plates and proceeds to massage its way about the clutching wetness between her legs.

Hutts do so love to eat after all, and there are few delicacies more sweet than the honeyed nectar of his lovely slave girls.

Daruza's thick, doughy tail stiffens, wiggling upon his hoversled throne as he proceeds to bring his latest slave to new heights of pleasure, knowing that with this closure, she will do /anything/ to please him.

Anything.