A Perverted Galaxy Far Far Away Ch. 55 (Star Wars) (Patreon)

A/N: Heyo, nerdy, perverted Armorer time~

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As the mousy brunette Armorer stands there expectantly, Tylo… just smiles. Reaching up, he begins removing the mercenary gear they’ve dressed him in to disguise that he’s actually a Jedi. Luckily, they hadn’t done anything so foolish as have him wear his Jedi Robes under it or something like that.

He could have questioned the Mandalorian in front of him, but he already knew what her answers would be thanks to his mind reading. She would say that she needed to be able to measure him properly and all that leather would get in the way. She would say she needed him stripped down for her process. In reality, she already had his measurements approximately figured out in her head. She was just that good.

But she gained nothing from letting HIM know that. In fact, as he removes his armor, Tylo learns quite a lot about this young woman… this Mandalorian Armorer. It’s like Koska had said. The Armorers of Mandalore had been squeezed damn near out of existence by the New Mandalorians and Death Watch. On one side, you had the pacifist progressives who no longer needed their wares but kept inviting a bunch of foreigners to visit who DID want something crafted out of beskar while they were there.

On the other side, you had the staunch traditionalists turned domestic terrorists. Death Watch had come down hard on the more prominent Armorers who dared to sell their services and wares to anyone who was not a true Mandalorian in Death Watch’s eyes. Centuries worth of forging knowledge was lost because Death Watch had killed some of the best Mandalorian Armorers of this era.

However, they’d conscripted the others. Kidnapped the apprentices of the ones they killed even, forcing them to work for Death Watch. And that… that was why the young woman in front of him, this Armorer, had learned to downplay her skills.

Of course, there was also the fact that she was just a pervert through and through too. Even though her face is expressionless right now, and could have been practically chiseled from stone, her thoughts tell a different story.

Hehe… yesss… mm, look at those muscles. Fucking hell…

That’s why Tylo doesn’t stop at just removing his mercenary gear. He doesn’t stop at stripping down to just his undershirt and pants, even though he knows that’s what she expects from him. Wordlessly, he shucks his shirt off over his head as well, much to her surprise… and excitement.

Oh fuck yeah! Bare it all, baby!

She really was the cutest little pervert, wasn’t she? Holding back a snort of amusement, Tylo makes direct eye contact with the Armorer’s big brown eyes… even as he removes his pants and his undergarments, stripping down not just to his underwear, but ALL the way until he was naked.

THAT takes the Armorer by surprise, despite her goading thoughts. She hadn’t actually expected him to ‘bare it all’… and yet here they both were. Tylo stands before her, his chiseled, toned figure on full display and his cock soft but twitching down between his legs. Slowly, the Armorer’s eyes slide down his body to his cock. And then it happens.

“… ehehe…”

The perverted little giggle that erupts from her throat is entirely audible and it’s clear that the moment after when she freezes up, she realizes that. Blushing profusely, the Mandalorian woman looks tense for a moment… but when he just continues to stand there wordlessly, her mouth opens and shuts for a moment.

As she realizes he’s not going to reprimand her, the Armorer… suddenly moves. Reaching up, she begins to remove her own armor. In her mind, she’s already running through her excuses.

Best way to get the most exact measurements. Skin-to-skin contact. Or nearly that, eheheh… of course, that’s not true, but HE doesn’t need to know that. He’s gonna do everything I say, isn’t he?

As she strips down to just her undersuit, the young woman keeps sneaking glances at him. As if she’s expecting him to ask what she’s doing. But Tylo has already decided that he’s not going to speak. And indeed… he’s quite pleased with the results of that choice so far. Soon enough, the Mandalorian stands before him, almost as naked as him.

Technically, she’s not showing a single inch of skin below the neck. The undersuit she wears beneath her beskar armor is all-encompassing. However, it’s also skintight and leaves little to the imagination. For how short she is, she’s got a solid pair of tits under the armor. Her hips are also pretty wide. She’s cute as can be, even now.

Is he really not going to say anything? W-Well then…

His silence is clearly getting to her, as she creeps closer. Finally, it yields results as she’s forced to explain herself just to fill the quiet, stagnant air.

“Need to… need to measure you properly. Don’t read into it, o-okay? I don’t do this for just anyone…”

Tylo raises a single eyebrow at that, making the Armorer flush and duck her head. She wasn’t lying… but only because she’d never even gotten this far with anyone before. Him stripping to his birthday suit without a care in the world was the impetus that the young woman needed to finally take this final step and… go all out.

She’s still awkward as hell about it though, even as she leans in and wraps her arms around his body. Tylo lifts his own arms up to give her access, enjoying the way she presses against his front. Shifting up and down, the Mandalorian woman does her best to contain her moans as she makes a show of… measuring him.

Can’t… can’t believe he’s just letting me do this. Ehehe… I’m such a p-pervert…

And yet, she also knows what she’s doing. Running right alongside her perverted, flustered thoughts are numbers. It takes Tylo a moment to register them, but when he does he can’t help but be impressed. Even as the Armorer slides around to his back, continuing to feel him up and grope him and all but molest him through her skintight undersuit, he can see her actually taking in his measurements at the same time.

This wasn’t the best way of measuring someone for obvious reasons, but she was very good at what she did. That stray thought he’d pulled off of Koska earlier wasn’t entirely accurate. Or rather, the other woman simply didn’t have all of the information. This Armorer currently rubbing against his naked body… she was young and small time, sure… but she wasn’t unskilled. In fact, she was probably a prodigy, one of the best of her generation.

He couldn’t say that for certain without learning a lot more about Beskar Forging and Mandalorian Armorers mind you, but just looking in on how her mind worked and how she was processing everything… yeah, she knew what she was doing. She was better than good. She was well on her way to Mastery in her field. She-

Oh!

“O-Oh~”

Blinking as her thoughts and her words coincide for once, Tylo is pulled out of his inner thoughts by the realization that she’s come back around to his front… and run smack dab into his erection. It couldn’t be helped, of course. With the way she was grinding against him and running her hands up and down his torso, along with her perverted thoughts and the exquisite beauty of her multi-track mind… Tylo had quickly become fully erect.

Maintaining his silence as the Armorer looks between him and his throbbing member with a blush, Tylo just stares down at her, as if wordlessly questioning what she’s going to do next.

“W-Well… I haven’t… hm, I haven’t finished getting your measurements yet. And this IS all my fault… so I suppose… I suppose I can handle it f-for you… just this once.”

When Tylo doesn’t raise a single ounce of protest, the Armorer lets out an internal squeal of excitement and drops to her knees right then and there. Grabbing his cock in her gloved hands, she strokes it a few times…

Eeeeee! Best day ever! Mm, he’s so big and warm and… oomph!

-puts it in her mouth. Tylo grunts, the first sound he’s made since she ordered him to strip. His cock is quickly engulfed by the cute brunette as she tries to dive down his dick with as much speed as she can. Gurgling her way along his length, the perverted little Armorer slut bobs up and down his shaft, swirling her tongue around his glans and along the underside of his cock without fail.

It’s pretty good of course… but Tylo is trained to resist such temptations. Or something. Heh, the fact is, he’s not going to cum from some inexperienced little pervert unless he wants to. And why not see just how far she’s willing to take this, right?

First, she takes it all the way down her throat. Escalating things when it becomes clear he’s not going to be a quick-shot, the Armorer gags and chokes on his dick, going all the way to the base of his cock and holding herself there.

“Glughk! Glughk! Gluuuuuuughk!”

Her ponytail is quite inviting, within easy reach of his hand, but Tylo doesn’t grab for it. Instead, he waits patiently, watching as the young brown-eyed woman produces more and more saliva, slobber, and drool… but all to no avail.

He won’t cum! Why won’t he c-cum! I can’t… I’ve gotta make him cum!

The longer it takes, the more desperate she becomes. Her jaw begins to ache… and finally, she pulls off of his cock with a pop. But not in defeat, oh no. She’s just getting started.

“I-I see that I’m going to have to… have to take out the b-big guns with you.”

Standing, the Armorer turns away from him… and bends over her own forge. Reaching back, she fumbles with one hand for a few moments until she’s able to open up a slit in her undersuit that exposes her sopping wet cunt and her ass. With that same hand, she uses two fingers to spread her pussy lips apart in open invitation, positively gasping and panting now as she does so.

“I-In here… g-give it to me!”

She wiggles in anticipation as he approaches, her inner thoughts quite tumultuous as she internally moans up a storm.

Yessss… give me your cock! Fuck me big boy! Use me for your pleasure!

Tylo had no problem with giving her what she wanted, that was for sure. Grasping onto her wide hips with both hands, he lines up and thrusts into her without a second thought. Sure, they might have gotten off track here a little bit… but Bo-Katan and Koska would probably be busy for a few more hours anyways. They had to know how long it took for beskar armor to be forged, right? So more than likely, they wouldn’t show up again for quite some time.

Meanwhile, Tylo was going to give this feisty, perverted, nerdy little Armorer everything her heart desired. Slamming into her from behind with all his might, he grunts as she finally moans out loud. Her wanton cries fill the foundry as her hand holding her pussy lips apart is forced to grab at the rim of her forge alongside her other.

Holding on for dear life, clinging to the forge with all she’s got, the Armorer’s lewd noises are like music to Tylo’s ears. He pounds into her with great speed… but at the same time, he’s holding back just a bit. After all, he doesn’t want to risk blowing his cover. He can’t let her catch on that he’s a Jedi or anything like that. All of this is in good fun, and she’s already having the time of her life anyways.

That’s why he doesn’t use any of his Force Techniques to enhance the experience. He certainly could have. Using Force Healing to make her cum her brains out would have been all too easy given the way he’d been trained to do it. However, the Armorer was already more than ready to climax on his cock as it was. Ultimately, all Tylo had to do was fill her with his man meat again and again, and she would inevitably orgasm for him, over and over.

Moooore! Mooooore!

Her pussy walls wrap and spasm around his dick. Her insides milk him for all he’s worth. And to her credit, the young woman gives as good as she gets. Her hips thrust back into his cock as he pistons in and out of her. Her legs stand tall, even as he turns them to jelly under his relentless onslaught. He’s not letting up even a little bit, but she’s sturdy and able to handle it.

She might not be going out and taking bounty hunting jobs or mercenary work like Bo-Katan and Koska, but that didn’t make the Armorer weak by any stretch of the imagination. She was just a different kind of strong when compared to them… a different kind of tough. Tylo only wished that she didn’t have to hide her true skills for fear of Death Watch.

… Maybe he would change that. Technically, he and Bo-Katan were not actually here to end the threat of Death Watch. They were only looking for Rook Kast to find out if she knew anything that might end the war. Actually trying to clean up Death Watch would not only be beyond what he’d been permitted to do by the Duchess, but also potentially beyond his abilities.

He needed to keep his eye on the prize, but it was difficult when this tasty, perverted young woman was currently taking his cock like a champ and damn near making him cum with every backwards thrust of her hips. He was definitely getting close now... and glancing back over her shoulder at him, it looks like the Armorer knows it too.

“I-Inside… fill me up! Cum inside! C-Can’t… can’t have a mess here in the forge, so you’re going to have to just leave it in me!”

Yesss! Breed me! Knock me up! Fill me with your seed and make me your woman and make me bear your children!

Tylo blinks. Ostensibly, the reasoning she’d just given him out loud was perfectly sound. However, internally he knew her true desire. She really was a huge pervert, wasn’t she? But then… would she be quite so eager to have him creampie her if she knew the truth about him? He was barely a Mandalorian after that half-assed verd’goten. And he was still loyal to the Jedi Order above all else.

Even still, with how much of a horny pervert she is, Tylo gets the impression that she probably wouldn’t care. But he might. He would know that he’d deceived her, if he gave her what she was currently asking for right now…