The pig man's cock springs to attention at Neesarozul's touch, she can feel his heart racing even through the thick clothing he wears. This is not just arousal this is fear, fear of the battle going on just meters from where the wayward pirates are hiding, fear of discovery by the fighters racing over head. His eyes stare at the twi'lek lecherously, far more interested in the pleasures she can provide and the beauty of her form than holding power over her. The Gammorrean runs a battle scarred hand down the length on Neesarozul's lekku softly, letting out a ragged breath. "That is a good slave, you take care of me, I take care of you. If you try to harm me, my friend here hurts you in ways that you cannot imagine." He place a thick finger under the twi'lek's chin and lifts her head to look into his lime green eyes. "Be very through, slave."<br/><br/>The dug has slipped out of his clothing while no one was looking, sitting high on a stack of metal crates like a king on his throne. The pirate looks bored drumming his fingers along the top of his rapidly deflating erection. "You two are taking too much time, I want to see the greenskins at work."<br/><br/>The Gammorrean sneers at this, unbuckling his belt and letting his leather coverings fall away. His green cock springs free in front of the twi'lek throbbing in the dead air of the cargo bay. The pig man's member is common for his species, nothing special in the galaxy at large.<br/><br/>