06-21-2018, 01:37 AM
As the sedative forced the Sith Warrior into a deep sleep inside her bacta tank she found her mind going blank once again. It wasn’t until she felt herself rustling between silken sheets, her panties bunched up towards her upper thigh, that she heard Nova’s whisper.
“You havin’ a bad dream?” Nova asked, entering the darkened sleeping quarters. No reply.
Lightning streaked through the sky and temporarily lit up the room, as was common on Dromund Kaas. Able Company of the 15th Infantry Division under Naga Sadow had been in their final year of reconditioning. The barracks for Special Forces candidates were luxurious compared to boot camp. Each unit had a living area with a built-in kitchen, one full bathroom, and one master bedroom with a king-sized bed. A giant glass window exposed the bedroom to a view of Kaas City in the distance. As thunder rumbled through the room another bolt of lightning stuck one of the pylons used to harvest the storm’s energy outside of Trixie’s window. Nova had crawled into bed to investigate why her lover had sat up and was staring blankly at the torrential downpour that always covered most of the planet. Through her journal Luci could see that the dream Trixie was having was much different than anything she had seen on the Dataverse about the woman. She couldn’t recognize the location.
Nova gently ran her fingers along the Mistress’ bare upper back, tracing the dark tribal markings that almost seemed to jump out at her. Numerous 15th Infantry Division tattoos littered the woman’s arms, and forearms. Imperial barcodes and logos also appeared to be stamped on her partially naked lithe form in various places. Some out of pride for her duty and some as if she had been stamped like cattle. The flick of a lighter caught the blonde woman’s attention as Beatrix lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Deciding to escalate the moment, Nova moved the redhead’s hair over her shoulder and gently brushed her lips across the bottom of her neck by her hairline.
Trixie felt her lovers’ touch, a chill traveling down her spine as goosebumps appeared on her silky skin. Letting the cigarette hang from her lips the soldier in-training wrapped her right arm behind her and pulled Nova’s head into the mess of hair she had moved aside. The blond instinctively knew what she was doing and began gently kissing Trixie’s neck, pulling the redhead back onto her lap. Taking the cigarette from her lips, the Mistress flicked away the excess ash on her covers and lifted it up to Nova who slipped it between her glossed lips. Beatrix closed her eyes as the blonde inhaled on the cigarette and ran her hands along the naked form of her lover, touching every inch of her smooth skin. Zulenka looked significantly younger than the photo on the Dataverse. Her body was lightly toned, but still very feminine looking in the dimly lit master bedroom. Spitting the cigarette from her mouth as if it hadn’t existed, Nova leaned over Trixie and placed a light kiss to her abs. The blonde woman could feel her lovers’ muscles react to the gentle touch, even as she applied her tongue, kissing the redhead once more, moving further down her stomach.
Trixie gripped the silken sheets beneath her as Nova split her legs apart to let the Mistress’ head fall to the bed. Crawling on all fours the blond continued her gentle assault of kisses until she reached the dark purple panties that her partner had chosen to wear to bed. Gripping the frilly waistband with her teeth Nova gently pulled on them, teasing Beatrix.
“I already couldn’t sleep, Nova...” Trixie said into the back of her hand covering her mouth.
In a moment of desire, the redhead flexed her heavily trained body and smashed her crotch into her lover’s face. Nova’s muffled words fell on deaf ears as Trixie threw the blond against the numerous pillows that lay at the head of the bed. Pinning her to the sheets Beatrix could not contain herself as she pressed her lips to Nova’s, piercing her mouth with her tongue. Ripping the silken robe from her body and gripping one of her partners breasts, the Mistress’s advance was halted by a hand in between her bosom.
“Calm down, babe. I’ll help you sleep well tonight.” November whispered through another crack of thunder.
The rain pounded the window in the master bedroom as the two women swapped places. Terra made sure her partner was properly positioned among the pillows before laying into her neck with a kiss that slowly dragged its way to a breast. Trixie moaned as Nova kept going, her fingers grabbing at the long blond hair tickling her thighs. Terra placed one last kiss to Beatrix’s slim waist line, her purple panties had magically vanished.
“N-Nova…” Zulenka whispered breathily.
The Mistress’ sounds of pleasure were hidden from the rest of the barracks by the violent cracks of thunder that had been perfectly timed. As Trixie arched her back, the muscles on her stomach tensing, her thigh muscles contracting, and her toes curling inward the redhead awoke to a surgical droid starting the draining process for the bacta tank she had been floating in.
A dream?
“You havin’ a bad dream?” Nova asked, entering the darkened sleeping quarters. No reply.
Lightning streaked through the sky and temporarily lit up the room, as was common on Dromund Kaas. Able Company of the 15th Infantry Division under Naga Sadow had been in their final year of reconditioning. The barracks for Special Forces candidates were luxurious compared to boot camp. Each unit had a living area with a built-in kitchen, one full bathroom, and one master bedroom with a king-sized bed. A giant glass window exposed the bedroom to a view of Kaas City in the distance. As thunder rumbled through the room another bolt of lightning stuck one of the pylons used to harvest the storm’s energy outside of Trixie’s window. Nova had crawled into bed to investigate why her lover had sat up and was staring blankly at the torrential downpour that always covered most of the planet. Through her journal Luci could see that the dream Trixie was having was much different than anything she had seen on the Dataverse about the woman. She couldn’t recognize the location.
Nova gently ran her fingers along the Mistress’ bare upper back, tracing the dark tribal markings that almost seemed to jump out at her. Numerous 15th Infantry Division tattoos littered the woman’s arms, and forearms. Imperial barcodes and logos also appeared to be stamped on her partially naked lithe form in various places. Some out of pride for her duty and some as if she had been stamped like cattle. The flick of a lighter caught the blonde woman’s attention as Beatrix lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Deciding to escalate the moment, Nova moved the redhead’s hair over her shoulder and gently brushed her lips across the bottom of her neck by her hairline.
Trixie felt her lovers’ touch, a chill traveling down her spine as goosebumps appeared on her silky skin. Letting the cigarette hang from her lips the soldier in-training wrapped her right arm behind her and pulled Nova’s head into the mess of hair she had moved aside. The blond instinctively knew what she was doing and began gently kissing Trixie’s neck, pulling the redhead back onto her lap. Taking the cigarette from her lips, the Mistress flicked away the excess ash on her covers and lifted it up to Nova who slipped it between her glossed lips. Beatrix closed her eyes as the blonde inhaled on the cigarette and ran her hands along the naked form of her lover, touching every inch of her smooth skin. Zulenka looked significantly younger than the photo on the Dataverse. Her body was lightly toned, but still very feminine looking in the dimly lit master bedroom. Spitting the cigarette from her mouth as if it hadn’t existed, Nova leaned over Trixie and placed a light kiss to her abs. The blonde woman could feel her lovers’ muscles react to the gentle touch, even as she applied her tongue, kissing the redhead once more, moving further down her stomach.
Trixie gripped the silken sheets beneath her as Nova split her legs apart to let the Mistress’ head fall to the bed. Crawling on all fours the blond continued her gentle assault of kisses until she reached the dark purple panties that her partner had chosen to wear to bed. Gripping the frilly waistband with her teeth Nova gently pulled on them, teasing Beatrix.
“I already couldn’t sleep, Nova...” Trixie said into the back of her hand covering her mouth.
In a moment of desire, the redhead flexed her heavily trained body and smashed her crotch into her lover’s face. Nova’s muffled words fell on deaf ears as Trixie threw the blond against the numerous pillows that lay at the head of the bed. Pinning her to the sheets Beatrix could not contain herself as she pressed her lips to Nova’s, piercing her mouth with her tongue. Ripping the silken robe from her body and gripping one of her partners breasts, the Mistress’s advance was halted by a hand in between her bosom.
“Calm down, babe. I’ll help you sleep well tonight.” November whispered through another crack of thunder.
The rain pounded the window in the master bedroom as the two women swapped places. Terra made sure her partner was properly positioned among the pillows before laying into her neck with a kiss that slowly dragged its way to a breast. Trixie moaned as Nova kept going, her fingers grabbing at the long blond hair tickling her thighs. Terra placed one last kiss to Beatrix’s slim waist line, her purple panties had magically vanished.
“N-Nova…” Zulenka whispered breathily.
The Mistress’ sounds of pleasure were hidden from the rest of the barracks by the violent cracks of thunder that had been perfectly timed. As Trixie arched her back, the muscles on her stomach tensing, her thigh muscles contracting, and her toes curling inward the redhead awoke to a surgical droid starting the draining process for the bacta tank she had been floating in.
A dream?
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