<strong>Destiny Pool:</strong>Dark Side: * | Light Side: *<br/><hr/><br/>Something in the twi'lek's eyes fogged over as she felt Lass's hand sieze the back of her neck. Laera let out a heavy sigh, as careful conditioning - as deeply ingrained as her Jedi training - prepared her to serve Lass's every desire. Her need was palpable, a throbbing reverberation in the Force.She squirmed in Lass's grasp, but did not struggle, trying only impart some friction onto the violet shaft rubbing against her abdomen.<br/><br/>"Yes, Lass," she cooed, her voice feathery light and accepting, even at the prospect of punishment. The twi'lek blinked blearily as the hand on her neck released all at once, swaying in a daze as she tried to recall how to support herself on her own two feet. Her attention quickly turned, however, to the shapely backside presenting itself before her.<br/><br/>She stepped forward, letting her thick shaft slap down heavily between Lass's cheeks. Wasting little time, she lined up with the Nautolan's tight entrance, and pushed forward, the broad head meeting some resistance at first before being swallowed up. Letting out a low moan, she wrapped her arms around Lass's waist, as inch by inch she sank deeper, until her torso was pressed flag against the Nautolan's back.<br/><br/>"Mmmh, I never give anything less," she sighed, as she slowly began to work her hips.