The Last Inquisitor 2 (Patreon)

“Jealous!?” Hera shrilled.

Kon’an quirked an eyebrow. “My experience with Twi’leks. Pay attention to them and they’re happy. Take your eyes off them for a moment, they’re kicking and scratching to get it back. You should’ve seen the ruckus when I brought a Falleen into our happy home. The lekku were flying that day…”

“Don’t flatter yourself! I couldn’t care less what you do and who you do it with, so long as it’s not with me!”

Kon’an laughed slowly. He dropped the jumpsuit down his legs. Stepped out of it.

The fabric was so roughly made that it was a joy to have nothing but air—and Hera’s blue-green eyes—on his skin. “Your fat ass gave me this hard-on—might as well be you who deals with it.”

“I can have the guards here in a moment,” Hera whined. “There are droids watching right now. If you so much as touch me, I’ll have them sound the alarm. All I have to do is give one little look to the holocam…”

“But will you? The way your eyes are darting around, it’s like you don’t know where to look. You’re shuddering too. Cold? Scared? Maybe you’re excited.”

All his attention was directed at Hera. Her face was a little fearful, a little fascinated. And she really couldn’t control her eyes. They dropped down to his crotch and a gasp involuntarily escaped her quivering lips.

She didn’t want to look at his organ but she couldn’t manage to take her eyes away. His huge cock was semi-erect, rearing up harshly but still with a slight droop. Hera could only view it threateningly. It meant he could get even harder, have even more of an erection to brandish against her.

Below his shaft dangled his hairy scrotum, his balls each the size of one of Hera’s fisted hands. Absently, Hera touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip. Perhaps investigating the tingle she felt there.

“Looks nice, doesn’t it?” Kon’an chortled. “But it could look better. Why don’t you polish it a little bit? Give it a spit-shine?”

“No! Damn you!” Hera spat. “It’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen! Ugly just like the rest of you!”

Kon’an smirked; he could tell she was lying.

Hera wasn’t even fooling herself. It did look good to her. It looked like every fantasy she’d ever had, on every cold and lonely night. But why did it have to be attached to him?

Hera would’ve sooner died than admit this to Kon’an, but the sight of his rising, thickening erection reminded her of an episode of her childhood—her first exposure to sex—coming upon two mating Jixui. It had looked so violent, painful even for the female, but she’d responded wildly to her brute of a mate callously breeding her.

A sense of unbidden excitement rose in Hera as she imagined the same thing happening to her. Being overpowered. Being taken by force. And enjoying it. Feeling so much pleasure that she loved it whether she wanted to or not.

“Did you tell the droids to monitor my cell for the slightest sign of aggression?” Kon’an demanded of her, a challenge in the jut of his rough jaw. “Or were you cocky, Twi’lek? Did you tell them you wanted privacy and just assumed you’d be able to handle me? Well, you were right about one thing. You can handle me.”

He grabbed her by the wrist and forced her hand down to his groin, until her slender fingers met his hot, hard shaft.

“Don’t!” Hera gasped, and she might’ve been speaking to her own fingers, which unthinkingly wrapped around Kon’an’s member with an eagerness that surprised her… maybe him too.

“That’s a good little Twi’lek,” Kon’an praised; he’d almost be cooing if his voice weren’t so insouciant. “Now stroke it. Pump that dick and get me off.”

“No… I won’t!” Hera whimpered, with what little control she had.

Not enough control to let go of that blood-swollen cock of his. She was still holding it, still letting its heat soak into her hand…

“And what if I throw you down on the floor, huh? What if I rip your clothes off?”

“Noooo…”

“How much do you think I’ll fuck you before your little droids manage to get here? It’s been a long time for me, Twi’lek. I might not be able to handle a tight cunt like yours. And I’ve got a lot of cum saved up. Who knows? I might actually breed you. That’d be one way to get some Force-sensitives for your precious Republic…”

“Don’t you dare!” Hera panted, not sure if she was speaking to him or to the hand that wouldn’t let go of his nine inches of rampant lust. “I’ll kill if you do! I’ll fucking end you!”

Kon’an grinned. “A sweet Twi’lek pussy like yours would be worth it. Especially when the alternative is a lifetime of rotting away in this cell. But I’ll give you the choice. You are a General, after all. Stroke my cock and I won’t fuck you. Come on, now. You’re holding that cock too tight to convince me you don’t want it.”

Hera wondered if she was losing her mind—it did feel good to her. It humiliated her, being treated this way by him. As a Twi’lek, she’d sworn never to be the sex object that so many of her kind were reduced to.

But here she was, satisfying his perverse xenophilic lust. And even more shamefully, it excited her. Having her hand on his huge cock thrilled her despite all the reasons it shouldn’t.

“That’s a good Twi’lek. Wrap those soft fingers around me nice and tight. They feel as good to me as my cock feels to you. Oh, yeah, that’s the way! Work your hand up and down that shaft! Faster! Show me how much you want it!”

Hera gritted her teeth. Wondering how much she was giving away. She wanted to believe she wasn’t giving any indication of enjoyment, that it was all this man’s sick fantasies, but she worried she might be letting on that it gave her an obscene charge to grip his sturdy manhood and lewdly stroke it. His length was so girthy that the tips of her thumb and forefinger couldn’t touch around it.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Kon’an gritted out.

Hera had to believe there was more shame in continuing to insist she wasn’t enjoying this than in admitting what was clearly obvious to him. “Yes, yes—oh, you bastard, it does!”

“Yes it does,” he laughed derisively. “And we both know why. Because deep down, every Twi’lek is a cock-holster just waiting to happen.”

Hera moaned dismally, even as she pressed her cupped free hand over the bulbous head of his massive prick. Her other hand flew up and down the throbbing shaft, racing the pulse inside it that she knew was careening towards orgasm.

Her breath became labored. Her heart beat faster and faster as she helplessly worked him up to his climax.

Kon’an’s head drifted back. His eyes shut. He huffed and snorted, twitching his hips so that he was pumping his cock through Hera’s masturbation of him. Hera could not manage a sigh, though her lips hung open defeatedly.

Even now, he wasn’t letting himself be fucked. Kon’an was making it clear that while she might be performing this sex act on him, he was still fucking her.

It was just too much, having him laugh at her and act like she was some stereotypical Twi’lek whore, even as she gave into him, even as she did what he wanted. Tears of mortification filled her cerulean eyes.

“I’m not a slut!” she exhorted him. “I’m not! I’m not!”

“No! Just a… Twi’lek! Uunn—oooh—UUNNGGH!”

His cock jerked powerfully in her hand; she knew his cum was swelling it up even before the white-hot seed sprayed into her off-hand, soaking through her glove. Hot and slippery all over her palm and fingers.

“Thanks, Twi’lek. I needed that.”

“My name is Hera,” she told him, but there was no force in his words. She was too absorbed by what he had done, what they had done.

His cum was all over her hand. Hera was touching it, moment after moment after…

“Alright, Hera. Be a good Twi’lek and clean up after yourself, okay?”

His cock now felt, not soft, but spongy. Some of his slimy spending had ran down his length and over the fingers of her other hand. So Hera saw no reason not to wipe off his dick with her gloved hand. By the time she thought that it’d mean being disobedient to him, and that that was reason enough, she’d already cleaned him off. Thoroughly soaking her gloves with his issue.

“I’d say those gloves are a write-off. Unless they have sentimental value…” Kon’an jerked his head to a handle in the wall; Hera knew that in a standard-issue cell, you pulled out a drawer and put your waste into a bin it contained.

But then Kon’an—or whoever emptied the bins—would have proof of what she’d done. She could erase the security footage, wipe the droid that’d been monitoring it, but his cum all over her gloves…