Bioware Pls 2.0

“Ugh, I’m telling you, I’ve been here the longest and that means she likes ME more!”

“That isn’t true you little strumpet! Who’s her apprentice here?”

“Just because you can use the Force to kiss her ass harder doesn’t mean she likes you more!”

If someone had told Viktorea that becoming a Sith Lord meant having to deal with two jealous girls then she would’ve let Vemrin kill her on Korriban. Unfortunately though, she skewered the little bastard and now had to deal with the teenage minded sluts. Angrily dropping her copy of ‘Marvelous Mirialan Muffs’, Viktorea tore through the halls of the Fury to the cargo bay, shocking the two girls currently about to tear each other’s hair out.

“Alright listen up you sluts! Right now we’re going to fucking decide who I like more MY way!”

Both Vette and Jaesa’s mouth dropped as they saw her, eyes glinting red as she stood there half naked in front of them. Pendulous DD-cup breasts swaying in the black silk bra with each heavy breath, and the fly of her pants open to allow the thick monster contained within breathing room.

The same monster that both girl’s had been on the receiving end at one point.

-

Vette had gotten a decisively worse experience with it than Jaesa, having been fucked silly by Viktorea after backtalking her a bit too much on Nar Shadaa. The raven haired Sith dragging her into an alleyway and jamming a few fingers into her mouth to keep her squeals quiet while she forced the nine-inch pussy demolisher into her.

After that however, Vette’s back-talking increased, much to Viktorea’s chagrin.

Jaesa had gotten her’s just after they’d left Alderaan. Probably due to the fact that she was following her new master so closely that she “might as well be up my ass” as Viktorea so eloquently put it. So, in response, Viktorea ended up throwing her onto the cold floor and taking her anal virginity. Unfortunately, Jaesa loved every second of it, and even begged for more after Viktorea had finished.

-

It took the two girls a few seconds to figure out what Viktorea had meant by “my way”, probably hastened along by t he angry Sith pulling them both to their knees with the Force. Shooting nervous glances at each other they began to crawl over to their master, positioning themselves on each side of her slowly hardening cock.

“Uhm… What do you expect us to do here?”

“Yes, my master, what do you wish of us?”

Sighing, assuming her intent was obvious; Viktorea placed a hand on the backs of their heads and pushed them forward into her crotch with an angry grunt. The choice of contest spelled out for them, Vette and Jaesa squinted at each other as they began to kiss their side of her cock. Quickly taking initiative, Jaesa made her way toward the tip, shifting herself in front of her master in the process. Vette grumbled a bit as Jaesa did this, irate that she’d gotten the one up on her, and also gave a small snort, finding the way Jaesa kneeled to be ironic. She kneeled there with her hands folded on her lap, eyes cast down under her hood, a statuesque portrayal of submissiveness. Which was horrifically accurate for her current actions, and made Viktorea twitch a bit as she watched the young apprentice’s panted lips start to open and the tip of her tongue slip out.

Jaesa took her time, tongue slowly dragging its way under the bulbous head, swirling around the thick crown of Viktorea’s massive cock. The taste wasn’t foreign to her, she’d serviced her master after fierce battle before, and the faintest bit of sweat that crossed her palate wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Parting her lips a bit further, Jaesa’s head moved forward, silky lips gliding over her master’s cockhead with little resistance. She didn’t go much further than the head, focusing instead on using her tongue to rub, prod, and tease the sensitive tip, knowing it was Viktorea’s weak spot.

Growing tired of just kissing the shaft, Vette worked her way to the base, and to the smooth, heavy sack that carried two egg-sized testicles. Lowering herself a bit, Vette planted several wet kisses along the underside of Viktorea’s ballsack, leaving a few light blue splotches on the otherwise flawless skin. Smirking, Vette then slipped one heavy nut into her mouth; gently sucking on the cum-filled orb as one of her free hands gently grasped the unattended shaft of Viktorea’s cock. Sliding her hand up and down at a decent pace, Vette continued to suckle on her testicles, letting go of one with an audible “pop” and ducking her head under to give the same treatment to the opposite one.

Noticing that her master was reacting more now that the wretched Twi’lek girl was involving herself, Jaesa started to actually bob her head, keeping her rhythm in time with Vette’s hand (so to avoid any nasty collisions). Her cheeks began to cave in as she applied as much suction as possible, lips forming an airtight seal on her master’s cock as she bobbed her head, eyes still downcast as she began to work herself into a fervor attending to her master. Wringing her hands together, Jaesa’s mind began to twirl as she attempted to think about what to do with the unused appendages, Vette already capitalizing on the thick shaft with an almost territorial look in her eyes. Quickly realizing one of the first things her master had done to her, Jaesa’s hands fumbled with the ties to her top, pulling them open to reveal the modest C-cups. The pale flesh wobbled as their restraint was removed, rosy nipples hardening in the cold of the cargo bay. Cupping a hand under each breast, Jaesa began to play with them. Her hands began kneading the supple orbs, pushing them together, pulling them apart, pinching her diamond-like nubs as she tried her best to put on a show for her master, and she heard her master moan in approval.

Eyes narrowing in frustration, Vette’s hand increased its pace, becoming a blur along Viktorea’s length. She wasn’t going to be beat by this noble-born bitch, and she had just the thing to secure her victory. Grazing Viktorea’s legs, Vette’s unused hand made its way to the back of the Sith Lord’s trousers, jerking them down to release the plump bottom confined within. Alternating between balls, Vette hummed a small tune as she traced Viktorea’s ass-crack, one blue digit grazing against the ring of her sphincter before stopping suddenly as the Sith tensed up. Letting out an amused chuckle, Viktorea gently ran her hand over Vette’s lekku, an appreciative gesture and one that made the young girl swoon. Emboldened with the praise, Vette’s finger made its move. In a mere second the digit buried itself inside of Viktorea’s hole, worming around as she looked for her prostate. The sudden twitch of Viktorea’s cock, and the sudden clinch of her ring, alerted Vette she’d found her master’s “fun switch”. Slipping another finger in, Vette continued her suckling/humming as she stroked Viktorea’s prostate.
Both girl’s knew that was the deciding factor, and they wouldn’t have to wait long for the inevitable “choosing of the winner”.

Unfortunately though it didn’t happen as they’d expected.

Popping her cock out of Jaesa’s mouth, Viktorea pushed the two girl’s head together, crushing their cheeks against each other’s (and dislodging Vette’s fingers in the process). Stroking her cock with both hands, Viktorea looked down at the two girls with a look of horniness mixed with a sense of command.

“Before the reward is given, I expect you two to make up so I know there aren’t any hard feelings,”

Nodding simultaneously, Jaesa and Vette pulled each other into a steamy kiss, fueled both by desire for Viktorea and each other. Viktorea watched as they passionately made out, eyes closed, and hands roaming each other’s bodies as she jerked herself to climax. Announcing the contest at an end, Vette and Jaesa broke away and smooshed their bodies together as the first thick rope of cum rocketed out of Viktorea’s cock.

The amount of cum that the Sith unloaded could be described as ‘obscene’ as it was clearly enough to fill a glass or two with the off-white baby batter. Unfortunately for the two girls, there were no glasses on hand to catch the spunk, only their bodies, and Viktorea was more than happy to paint them in white. Cum cascaded through the air, heavy drops landing on both Vette’s face and Jaesa’s exposed chest and the Sith Lord threw her head back in ecstasy. By the end of the ordeal both girls were positively plastered to the floor, the syrupy spooge forming a small puddle on the cold metal floor around them, and a large portion of it drying on their faces/clothes.

“So who won?”

Viktorea’s eyes went wide at Vette’s question, having been so absorbed in the services rendered by the girls she’d been unable to judge. Eyes darting between the two, the Sith slowly backed up, pulling her trousers up with one hand, and gesturing with the other that she “needed a second”. Exiting the cargo bay, she was thankful to hear the two girls start arguing again over who was best, only for the angry voices to turn into soft moans as the duo finally decided to anger-bang instead of argue. Shutting the cargo bay door, Viktorea strolled down the hallway, stopping to poke her head into a side room that Lieutenant Pierce was occupying with Malavai.

“Malavai,”

“Yes my lord?”

“I need you to mop up the cargo floor when those two are done… Resolving their differences,”

“Yes…. My lord,”

“Also, Pierce,”

“Yeah?”

“Make sure you get a recording of what just happened, and what’s happening now. Bring it to me when it’s ready,”

“Yes m’lord,”

“Carry on then,”