TFA:The Zeltron.

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"Hello, beautiful!" You whistle, looking the Zeltron up and down.

She's wonderfully curvaceous, a gorgeous ass and bountiful tits practically poured into a dark green onepiece. Her shoulders are bared, and a window for her impressive cleavage has been cut into her outfit. Fingerless, elbow length gloves and thigh-high boots of the same latex-like material give her the air of a dominatrix somewhat.

Her well-bared skin, like all of her species, is the strangest shade of pink. On a human, it would look unnatural and offputting, but the light colour only adds to the ethereal charm of the Zeltron.

This particular specimen's short ginger hair, pale blue eyes and haughty features make her particularly striking.

"Hey, oldtimer, pick your jaw up off the floor." The Zeltron tells you. "I've got no desire to have someone die on top of my tonight."

You can't help but crack a smile at that.

"You got a name to go with that sharp tongue, sweetness?" You ask.

"Luxa." She says flatly. "That and the eyeballing are all you're getting for free."

"If I wanted to subject myself to you, just how much would it cost me?" You inquire.

"For you? 500 credits. Same as anyone." Luxa insists.

"Do you come with a month's rent or something?" You scoff.

"Listen, you nerfherding oaf, I'm a Zeltron." Luxa states. "I'm gonna assume you know what that means, or are you even more of a Bantha-brained moisture farmer than you look?"

Oh, you knew what it meant. Back in the old days, years before you'd even met Leia, you lost a week of your life on the planet Zeltros.

Zeltrons were something else. They were packed with pheromones. Kissing one was like taking a stim. Fucking one was like having a brick of spice rammed directly into your central nervous system. The species were practically engaged in a running battle against the Twi'leks to gauge who was the galaxy's best species of lovers.

"Maybe I should hire you. Take you somewhere and show you just how old and oafish I am." You smirk, drawing closer to Luxa.

"I'd like to see that, you old geezer!" Luxa laughs.

"Yeah, well maybe you will." You respond. Force, this reminds you of the old days with Leia...

"Just put the credits in my hand. Then we can go prove how big a man you are." Luxa purrs, the challenge written all over her face.

Do you pay up?

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