Jaxxon and Jade

Mara Jade padded softly across the thick carpet of her hotel room, the low lights playing over the smooth curves of her nude body, and reminded herself that it was just a job.

She glanced in the mirror, and the face of a scowling, red-haired twenty year old assassin glared back with green, fiery eyes. She should not have been surprised by the assignment; after all, it was not the first of its kind her Master had sent her on, and Mara doubted it would be the last.

Still, she mused, her green gaze taking in her firm body, it's not exactly what I signed up for. Murder was second nature to her now -- even a minute in the presence of her Master would do that to a girl -- but this was something different. She could detach herself when pointing a blaster at some pompous Senator or other, but this was personal. Intimate.

Mara sighed, still inspecting her appearance. She was beautiful, she knew. Her Master told her so all the time, and she loved him for it. So did various other members of the upper echelons, but Mara merely pitied them. They would scrabble to lick her Master's boots, so their complements meant precisely squat. No, Mara Jade knew she was beautiful: her red-gold hair hung loose over her smooth shoulders and down her slim, light-dappled back; her cheekbones were high, her lips full and red; her breasts, slightly larger than a handful for an average Human, rode high and pert, with the small, brown nubs of her nipples jutting from their creamy flesh; her stomach was toned and hardened by rigorous training; her thighs were thick and her ass tight; she had long, smooth legs the envy of any smarmy officer's pouting arm-candy, and even her feet were perfectly sculpted and her dainty toes, painted a striking, passionate red, were sources of worship for such targets as she had been obliged to bed on her more intimate missions.

Which is why Mara Jade felt it was all going to waste on her current target. Doriana had not specified the identity of the mark, only that it was a priority he be -- and at this thought Mara sighed again -- seduced. Information was needed on recent activities on Nar Shaddaa, perpetrated by the mark and his accomplice, both of whom had possible ties to members of the Rebellion. Considering the partner in question was a female, Doriana had tasked Mara with tracking down the male; a consideration for which she mentally thanked him. A bio-tracker given to her by the Security Bureau would identify the individual on sight, so Mara was going in blind. She did not even know the species; though she supposed it wouldn't much matter. All males were the same, in the end. Except for her Master, of course.

She turned from the mirror and crossed to the bed, from which she plucked her dress for this evening. It was a tasteless, nasty little thing; a black number, all cleavage and no class. She shrugged the distasteful item on over her flowing hair and over her curves, and regarded her appearance in the mirror. Busty, and the dress terminated at a criminal position halfway down her thighs. Overall, not bad, she considered, shifting her hips, and it does wonders for the backside, at least. The mark would certainly enjoy it, whoever he was.

Adjusting herself, Mara Jade picked up her bio-tracker and placed it covertly inside her handbag, with the readout just visible from a high angle. The noise filtering through the floorboards told Mara the reception was getting underway. Slipping into a pair of toe-crushingly tight high heels, Mara headed for the door, hoping the whole sorry affair would soon be over.

* * * *

Director Spool Fanfar, head of Starshore Shipping and Exports, and host of this evening's little soirée, stood in the middle of the room, his jowled, red face positively glowing with pride as he found himself the centre of attention. Ministers and directors and officials and even the odd Senator had been gliding up to him all night, vigorously shaking his hand and congratulating him on the marvellous, simply marvellous job he'd been doing, and wishing him all the best for the future.

He sipped his chimbak wine and beamed at Provost Beltenn and his wife, who had so kindly stopped by on their way to a trade conference on Lattel V. Oh, but it was utterly wonderful that so many people had deigned to join his reception, here in the Diamond Halls. And so rich, too! Fanfar's waiters, whom he had specially installed for the evening, had already accumulated over five thousand credits in tips! Fanfar fished inside his pocket for a miniature fan, and wafted it about his ruddy face. Marvellous, it simply was!

He let his beady eyes roam over the diamond-encrusted walls of the vast chamber. There was Arch-Chancellor Ramé of the Fountain Cluster, making small talk with Duchess Tel'Koll-Trek Fass over by the bar; and there was the representative of the Exchange -- a Compeer, whatever that was -- inspecting the marble portraits; and... oh.

Fanfar's expression soured slightly as he spotted a large, green shape moving towards the bar. Whoever had invited the big rabbit who seemed insistent on draining Fanfar's drink supply was going to receive a very seriously-worded letter tomorrow! The blasted thing was even trying to chat up some of the lovely spokeswomen from Zeltros! Fanfar fumed. He really should have limited the invitations for lagomorphs...

But Fanfar's mind soon wandered, especially as one of those Zeltron lasses sashayed past him and offered a wink that caused Fanfar to scramble for another glass of wine. It was turning into an interesting evening, for sure--

Fanfar halted in mid-gulp, his chimbak forgotten completely, as he spied a... well, an apparition descending the stairs from the guest suites. Oh, but she was angelic! A halo of red-gold hair cascaded from her radiant face, spilling over her... her... Here, Fanfar burbled into his drink, quickly averting his gaze from the young woman's womanly -- her womanly, er-- well, quite, Fanfar harrumphed, having noticed her beautifully long legs as they stepped daintily onto the reception hall floor, capped with deliciously high heels.

A very interesting evening, indeed! Fanfar adjusted his bow-tie as the lady reached into her handbag. Perhaps he would introduce himself -- yes, a simple introduction, as host of the function; and perhaps he would invite her to another function -- one could be arranged, he would have his Chairman see to the details -- and then...

Fanfar's head was spinning. The young woman had finished fiddling with her handbag, and was staring across at the bar. Perhaps a glass of white wine would be in order, Fanfar considered, but the lady was already moving, crossing to the bar -- crossing to --

Oh.

Oh, now that's just not fair, Fanfar thought, the redness rising again. He should have checked those blasted invitations!

* * * *

She thumped the bio-tracker with her fist, holding out a slim hope that it had been mis-calibrated somewhere along the line. The being it was pointing to as Mara's target... she groaned. Of course the tracker was working. It was working fine. It was purely Mara's stupid, unfortunate luck that she couldn't quite believe.

Suppressing her dark mood and straining to look vacant and easy, Mara weaved her way past dull suits and tarted-up schuttas to the bar, where her mark was leaning nonchalantly against the pearlwood surface, glugging from a pint glass of some brown concoction.

Well, Mara thought grumpily, as nonchalant as a frelling giant, green rabbit could look.

The bio-tracker had identified the... thing as one 'Jaxxon', a Lepus Carnivorous from Coachelle Prime, in the Centrality. Mara was not familiar with the species, though he was certainly hard to miss. Tufty, green fur covered his lank, wiry body, and his rodent-like head sprouted two ridiculously large, flapping ears. Even worse, the creature was sporting buck teeth under its whiskered snout. Buck teeth! Mara shook her head in despair.

But, there was nothing else for it. A job's a job. She sucked in a breath, steadied herself, and glided over to Jaxxon, slipping under his daft nose to lean provocatively against the bar. Mara could do provocative, and if it didn't work on this overgrown furball, there was no hope for him.

Apparently, he wasn't quite so daft as he looked. He spotted Mara instantly, and grinned. "Hey there, missy," he said, and Mara was faintly surprised to hear his voice was fairly normal for such a weird creature. Almost Human. He'd probably been getting lessons. "Didn't see ya there, sweets."

Sweets? Ugh. "I'm glad you didn't miss me," Mara said, affecting as simpering an accent as her conscience would allow. "Don't you think this party's awful boring?"

Jaxxon's eyes were roving all over her body, defined amply by her tight, black dress. In particular, his gaze was continually drawn back to her prominent cleavage. Well, he was male, after all. "I was just gonna say exactly that," Jaxxon lied. "Can't stand stuffy suits crammed into one room. The stink takes ages to wash out, 'specially with my fur."

Mara giggled, assuming he had just made a joke. At least he wasn't as sycophantic as the rest of the Director's guests, she concluded. Didn't get him off being a giant green rabbit, though. "I bet you're the kinda rabbit who looks for a bit of fun," Mara cooed, and was surprised to see Jaxxon's fur ripple at the comment.

"I don't gen'rally take ta bein' called a rabbit, lady," he said, and Mara cursed internally, "but since you're so damned sexy-like, I'll let it pass."

Mara put on a beaming smile to hide her triumphant expression. As easy as that, then. "You know," she replied, twirling a lock of red-gold hair around one finger, "I was thinking of getting outta here."

Jaxxon's eyes bored into hers. Presumably his attempt at 'smouldering'. You had to give him points for trying, though. And he was a principled rabbit, Mara mused. Or at least one fed up with all the rabbit jokes. "Sounds like a plan. Where're ya headed? Maybe I can give ya a lift? Got me yacht parked right outside."

Mara let out another giggle. "Oh, no, I'm staying here. Just upstairs," she said, averting her gaze coyly. She spotted Jaxxon's grin out of the corner of her eye.

"Upstairs, eh?" Jaxxon said. "Not too far at all. But maybe I could escort ya there anyways?"

Mara plastered a naughty grin on her face, and leaned in to one of Jaxxon's ears. "Maybe you could," she whispered, and hated herself for it. Still, the plan was working. Jaxxon was hers for the night.

* * * *

Trying to remain interested in Marquis Y'tienne's opinions on the Onacran fur trade, Director Fanfar could not help but snatch covert glances over at the beautiful redhead and her newfound, floppy-eared friend. From what Fanfar could discern with his limited experience in such matters, the two were getting along rather too well. He noticed the lady whisper something in the rabbit's ear, which pricked up instantly. Fanfar strained to hear what they were saying--

"Don't you agree, Director?"

"Eh? What?" Fanfar grumbled, wheeling back to the Marquis and her snotty friend. Damned rotten pair, he couldn’t seem to shake them after they lost stocks with Alderaan three years ago. Serves them right it got blown out of the sky, really.

Y'tienne wrinkled her nose at Fanfar's brusqueness, and explained, "I had merely commented upon the notion that our fur product, even in the Core, comes from such ghastly, smelly animals! I for one simply hate the idea of my theatre coat being made from," sniff, "bantha fur!"

"Hm? Oh, yes, terrible, yes, indeed," Fanfar mumbled, and glanced back to the bar -- only to find both the young woman and the rabbit had disappeared! Fanfar panicked, his small eyes roving all over the hall, desperate to relocate the lady... and finally found her, leading the rabbit by the hand, up the stairs! Fanfar turned red again.

"What do you think of it, Director?" the snooty friend asked, trading a confused glance with the Marquis.

Fanfar looked them both in the face, spluttering and reaching for another glass. "Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!" he burst out, "filthy behaviour! It shouldn't be allowed, I say!"

The Marquis blinked. "Well, quite..." she offered, peering closely at the Director's spluttering countenance.

* * * *

Mara led Jaxxon by the gloved hand into her darkened room, and locked the door behind them. She activated the glowpanel, which faded up to cast dim light over the two of them. Jaxxon took in the moderate-sized room in a glance.

"Not bad, lady. Musta cost a pretty cred, eh?"

Mara rounded his lanky frame, and sat herself on the edge of the bed in front of him. "Oh, I didn't pay for it," she lied, blinking her big eyes at the creature. "I simply called in a few... favours."

Jaxxon got the idea, evidenced by the grin that swam over his snout. It was quite endearing, Mara considered, once you got used to it. The buck teeth made it a little goofy, in an adorable, fluffy-bunny sort of way. Not that Mara had ever been a fluffy-bunny sort of girl.

"So, what's yer name, doll?" Jaxxon asked, planting himself on the bed next to her. She twisted to face him.

"Amaiza. Amaiza Snowflake," she said, with a straight face. It had been the most ridiculous name she'd ever thought of. She hoped it hadn't been misjudged...

"Whatta name! I know an Amaiza, holed up on Nar Shaddaa. Nice gal," Jaxxon admitted, and Mara had to will herself not to laugh in his face. Instead, she gave a wicked smile.

"I'd love to meet her," she said, and the rabbit's ears pricked up again. That got him excited, anyway. "What does she call you, baby?"

The rabbit poked out his chest proudly. "Jaxxon's the name, though she's gotta lot of other names for me," he grinned.

Mara mentally rolled her eyes. I bet she has. "Jaxxon," she repeated, flicking the double ex sound over her tongue. "Quite a mouthful."

"You bet," Jaxxon agreed with enthusiasm. Mara breathed in. It was probably time to leave the small talk to one side; the rabbit was clearly ready to go. Mara only wished she had warmed herself up beforehand; the brute didn't seem the type to be gentle, and Mara didn't want to suffer through the experience any more than was necessary.

She took the initiative, placing her red-nailed hands on Jaxxon's thighs, and dropped to a squat in front of him. Gazing up into his pinkish eyes, Mara-cum-Amaiza slid her hands up the creature's legs to locate the bulge that had to be tightening his space-pants.

Jaxxon surprised her by grabbing her wrists, holding her hands inches from his crotch. "Hey, lady, I ain't that kinda rabbit," he remarked. Mara simply offered up her most smouldering stare.

"Oh yes you are," she responded, and flexed her thigh muscles, rising to a standing position with Jaxxon's hands still clamped around her wrists. "You just haven't met the right Amaiza."

Jaxxon's eyes bulged, and his hands returned to his lap. Mara lifted her freed hands up over her head, stretching her body and pushing out her ample chest. She let her hands drop, brushing down her silky, red-gold hair, and over her bosom. Her fingers slid over the mounds of her breasts, all but pushing out of her dress, and trailed them along the curve of the underside, cupping her tits for Jaxxon's enjoyment.

The rabbit shifted on the bed, his arousal at Mara's erotic show plain to see. The redhaired beauty squeezed her breasts together, accentuating her cleavage, and pressed her fingers into the soft flesh, kneading her bountiful orbs under her clothing. She let her hands slide lower, stroking over her stomach and down past the cleft of her legs; they trailed over her creamy thighs, and she bent at the waist to skim down her calves and across the top of her feet. She paused there, knowing her bent position was giving Jaxxon a delicious view of her dangling breasts, and unclasped her heels.

Mara straightened and stepped back, slipping her dainty feet out of her shoes, and casually kicked them under the bed. Barefoot, she padded closer to Jaxxon, by now sporting a very large bulge in his pants, and shook out her long hair. The red-gold coils fell about her beautiful face, and she peeked out at Jaxxon from behind her veil. "I bet your Amaiza doesn't let you see this," she said in a low tone, and slipped both hands up under her dress, to find her sweet spot.

She began rubbing her fingers over her lace panties, stroking her slit while she let out moans of pleasure for Jaxxon. Mara surprised herself to find she was getting wet; she hadn't realized, but the erotic display was turning her on as well. To be fair, Mara had not indulged herself in such activities for a long time; her Master certainly wasn't interested in a show, not when his mastery of the dark side could indefinitely prolong the act of carnal pleasure for as long as he wished. Mara would often simply lie in the midst of his jet-black sheets for hours as her Master soaked in her lust-fuelled energies.

Here, she had a willing partner who was clearly entranced by her body. Even if he was a six-odd-foot lagomorph, he was appreciative of Mara's sensuality, which served to send a thrill through her body. She rubbed her moistness faster, eliciting a genuine moan from the red 'O' of her mouth. Her middle finger pressed into her slit through her sodden panties, her remaining digits spread over her hot thighs, and Mara realized she was desperate to remove that infuriating obstruction.

Jaxxon's eyes were fixed on Mara's roving hands, and his own paws were subtly moving over his engorgement. "Amaiza's got sweet nuthin' on you, doll," he murmured, and Mara retrieved her hands, planting them on her wide hips.

"That's not all, Jax," Mara said sweetly, "'cause I've only just got started." And with that, she spun on her left foot, giving Jaxxon an amazing view of her ass, which she stuck out and wiggled for full effect. She peered over one shoulder. "Would you unzip me, Jax?"

The rabbit grinned, and bounded to his feet, his erection sticking out like a lightsaber. Shaking off his pilots' gloves, he reached out and placed his large hands on Mara's shoulder blades. With rather more haste than Mara had used earlier, Jaxxon snaked his hands down the sultry redhead's body, gliding down her back to cup the globes of her ass in each palm. He squeezed, and said, "Only if you unzip me, doll."

Mara giggled over her shoulder, and it was only half an act. She had received another thrill as Jaxxon had grabbed her ass, as pathetic as it was. "That's not my zipper, babe," she simpered, and Jaxxon duly slid one hand back up to her dress -- though the other was firmly planted on her tight rear. He made short work of the zipper, tugging it down to the base of Mara's spine, revealing her lithe, pale back.

"Hands off, big boy," Mara said, stepping away from Jaxxon and letting the dress slide over her curves, "you can play in a minute." The sheer material pooled at her bare feet, revealing her ass and perfectly long legs. Her panties were the only material left on Mara's body, though even they left little to Jaxxon's imagination. Which Mara assumed must be quite vivid. She kicked the dress onto a chair and crossed her arms over her bounteous breasts.

"Us Lepi ain't patient guys," Jaxxon quipped, and Mara turned, her tits still teasingly covered. She flashed a seductive smile that was, to her surprise, genuine.

"Well then," she breathed, "let's get on with it." Her arms dropped, freeing her breasts for Jaxxon's viewing pleasure. He fixed on them instantly, taking in the smooth roundness, the sheen of moisture that belied Mara's titillation, and the dark nubs of her nipples, already starting to harden. Jaxxon's hands came up, but now it was Mara's turn to grab his wrists, holding him firmly in place, his fingers crooked in the shape of her juicy orbs. "Like I said, hands off. I'm not finished yet," Mara said.

She spun on her heel and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her thin panties. Smiling seductively over her shoulder, she began pulling the lacy lingerie down the curve of her ass, and over her thighs. She bent at the waist as she slid her panties down to her ankles, revealing her moist pussy lips to Jaxxon, who looked ready to hump her right there. Before he could decide to do just that, Mara stood, and kicked the panties off her foot, sending them sailing across the room. She turned to face him, and said, “Playtime.”

Before Jaxxon could react, Mara let go of his wrists and planted a hand firmly on his chest, propelling him back to land square on the bed. He tried to rise, but Mara pounced, her breasts jiggling as she launched herself onto his prone form. Hooking her legs around his, Mara found the zipper of his jumpsuit, and took it between her teeth. She winked up at Jaxxon's surprised, yet delighted face, and tugged the zipper down in her mouth. She trailed the length of Jaxxon's torso, pushing the jumpsuit from his shoulders as she bared his furred chest.

The zipper reached its terminus as Mara's chin bumped against the bulge squashed inside the crotch of Jaxxon's suit. As Mara let the zip fall from her mouth, Jaxxon was already shrugging off the suit, leaving him topless, the outfit pooled around his waist. Despite the tufts of green fur, Mara was impressed. The spacer obviously kept himself in trim, with a torso hardened by toil and graft showing through the fluff. His arms were wiry but tough, and the Lepi seemed pleased with his appearance.

"Hope you ain't stoppin' there, sweets," Jaxxon commented, and Mara gave him a challenging glare. She tugged on the suit as Jaxxon raised his hips, and the outfit came gliding off his fur-mottled legs and over his boots. She tossed the garment across the room, then turned back to Jaxxon.

"Lost fer words, eh?" Jaxxon said, as Mara's mouth dropped several inches. She couldn't help it: professionalism only went so far, and the sight of a -- what, twelve; thirteen inch green phallus standing proud right in front of her was cause enough for her pretence to slip for a moment. She had never seen one so big, even considering her undercover experience as a consort, a concubine... even a high-class prostitute on one sordid occasion. But they had all been feeble, power-mad Humans, sitting in their giant flagships or golden towers; overcompensating, the lot of them.

Jaxxon, however... he was nothing to look at, yet endowed with a member that was flooding Mara's inner chamber on sight alone. The head was bulbous and a dull green, while the thick shaft was laced with veins, as if it was home to a conduit worm. Mara wondered how it would taste; how it would feel...

"Don't just stare, toots," came Jaxxon's boast of a voice, and Mara managed to snap out of it. She stared Jaxxon right in the eye.

"Who's staring?" she challenged, and scooted forward on her knees. Tentatively, she reached out and gripped the shaft at its base, where it met a clump of stringy, green fur covering the Lepi's balls. His meat felt leathery to the touch, but smooth enough for Mara to stroke her hand up and down the shaft several times, creating a friction that set Jaxxon burbling softly to himself.

Mara couldn't resist leaning in and poking out her pink tongue to taste the Lepi's spongy head. She swirled her tongue-tip over the crown, dipping into his pee-hole and out again; he tasted... alien. The tincture of grass, mixed with an unfamiliar tang, and a musk that clouded Mara' mind so that all she saw was the great, green edifice centimeters from her mouth. Her tongue came out again, lapping at the lime-coloured pre-cum that dribbled from Jaxxon’s tip, and then down, along the veined underside of the shaft. She reached the base, and licked up the length of his member, coating the hot meat in her saliva.

"’S good... ‘s good," Jaxxon burbled, and Mara leaned further in, so that her mouth was hovering directly over his cock. She bobbed down, popping the crown between her luscious lips, and sucked Jaxxon into the hot cavern of her mouth. He groaned aloud as Mara hollowed her cheeks, and gripped the edge of the bed as her tongue snaked out to lather saliva all over his shaft.

After a few, long moments, Mara released the dripping prick from her mouth, and smacked her lips. “Very good,” she murmured, and pumped her hand up and down the shaft again, “for a rabbit.”

Jaxxon glanced down to find a wicked smile on ‘Amaiza’s’ face. “I ain’t no rabbit, sister,” he muttered, and gasped as Mara devoured his cock again, taking over half of his impressive length into her wet mouth. She sucked earnestly on his green shaft, and began bobbing her head, using all of the skills she had picked up in her Master’s service. Her tongue swirled and lapped madly, and she managed to expand her throat to accommodate nine inches without gagging. Jaxxon was particularly pleased with that, and clawed his fingers through Mara’s red-gold hair.

She smiled around his cock. The job was turning out to be a very enjoyable experience.

* * * *

Director Fanfar stumbled and waddled his way up the grand staircase, and along the plinth-lined corridor leading to the guest quarters. It wasn’t right; it simply wasn’t right! The darn blasted rabbit shouldn’t have even been allowed through the doors, let alone into that delightful young woman’s company! Oh, the letter the beast would be receiving! Fanfar was typing madly away in his head as he ran.

He reached room thirty-eight, and knocked loudly -- although not too loudly, of course; it was eleven at night, and he would hate, absolutely hate to wake any of the early-nighters...

A scuffle sounded from the other side of the door, which swooshed open moments later--

“Oh. Ah... oh,” Fanfar babbled, flushing a peculiar shade of crimson. The young woman standing a few feet in front of him glared from behind a mess of red-gold hair, one foot tapping impatiently on the floor. One bare foot...

Bare...

“Ah. Well. Yes, er,” the Director muttered, “I was... er, check... checking. Routine -- always done, right on time... er... sorry to have tro-- er, woken... woken you... miss, er...”

“I see. Anything else?” the naked redhead asked shortly. Fanfar’s eyes bulged as he strained to keep eye contact. He squeaked.

“...No...” was all he managed before a naked six-foot rabbit appeared behind the naked redhead, and leaned one naked arm against the doorjamb.

“Night night, then,” the naked rabbit said, and waved a naked hand. Fanfar burbled, and stumbled against the far wall as the door slid closed on the naked couple.

Fanfar stumbled off down the corridor, his mind quite disjointed. “Huge...” he mumbled, and toppled over a decorative vase.

* * * *

Mara Jade turned from the closed, and firmly locked, door to find Jaxxon had retreated back to the bed, and was now facing her with a smirk and a raging erection. “How impolite,” Mara commented.

“Yup,” Jaxxon replied. “An’ it put me right off my stride.”

Mara cocked her head, placing a hand on her hip. “Your stride?”

Jaxxon flexed his muscles and shook out his left foot. “Come here,” he said gruffly, “an’ we can get back to what we were doin’.” He beckoned with one hand, and Mara duly padded over the carpet to join him. She stood inches from Jaxxon, and casually laid a hand on his glistening member, gently stroking it as she gazed at him. “Atta girl,” he murmured.

“Perhaps,” Mara said, unable to ignore the twinge burning away in her loins, “we should skip the foreplay? It gets tedious, doesn’t it?”

Jaxxon grinned. “Sister, if you can cook a steak, I’d chain you to this bed right now,” he growled, and grabbed Mara by the arm. Taken off-guard, Mara was swung around and down onto the bed, landing heavily on her back as Jaxxon dived on top of her. However, years of training hadn’t left her unable to overpower a giant space-rabbit, and Mara used Jaxxon’s momentum to tug him right over her prone form, and down onto the other side of the bed. She followed up by springing herself over and on top of the rabbit, who found himself lying face-up, the gorgeous and surprisingly strong redhead straddling his waist. He blinked.

“Nice move, sister,” he admitted, and glanced down at where their bodies met; Jaxxon’s thick cock pressed underneath Mara’s groin, laying flat against his toned stomach. “You don’t waste time, right?”

Mara grinned naughtily, and lifted herself into a squat to grasp his pulsing cock in one hand. “Right,” she said, and slid his cockhead across her waiting slit. Both redhead and rabbit gasped at the sensation, and Mara decided she could wait no longer. She lined up Jaxxon’s thick member with her sweetness, and let her ass drop, impaling herself upon his manhood.

Jaxxon’s cock squeezed inside Mara’s tight passage, pushing ten inches of its considerable length between her wet walls. Mara screamed aloud at the feel, arching her back and throwing out her hair. “Oh, Force!” she cried, revelling in the sensation of Jaxxon’s veined shaft bumping over the lining of her pussy.

“You don’t need no Force, baby,” Jaxxon grunted, pushing his hips up to meet Mara’s, squeezing his cock even deeper inside her tightness. “Not with me around!”

Mara was panting and moaning, neck arched, simply sitting still on Jaxxon’s throbbing shaft. After a moment, when she felt she was able, Mara circled her hips, clenching her inner muscles at the incredible friction caused by so simple an action. Her extensive training had left her highly agile, and it was a trait she loved to use in bed. She began gyrating her hips faster, crying aloud and shaking her head back and forth at the pleasure cascading through her body. It was the same with her Master -- with anyone, really, if they could keep up. Eventually, she started to lose control.

And she loved it.

Jaxxon stared up at the flame-haired goddess, watching her lips move as she cried out incoherently, and her jiggling breasts as she moved on his member. It was a sight Jaxxon felt he could never tire of, but he also wanted to see how good this redhead could be. He grasped the woman’s creamy thighs in his hands, and urged her to lift herself up.

Mara got the hint, and forced her muscles into action. She slid up Jaxxon’s pole, until only the very tip was pushing inside her hole, then allowed herself to fall back down to its base. Jaxxon pushed her again, but Mara soon found her rhythm, and began bouncing on Jaxxon’s cock purely under her own power. Her breasts bobbed and rippled with the motion, and Jaxxon couldn’t resist playing with her enticing orbs. He kneaded the soft, supple flesh under his fingers, and rolled his thumbs over her hardened nipples, eliciting further moans of pleasure from between her bubbling lips.

She shifted position from her squat to kneeling upon Jaxxon, and bouncing her ass up and down on his shaft. She slammed herself down onto his thighs, moaning at every impact, enhanced by the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh. Jaxxon met her rhythm, pumping his hips and pounding his cock into her with every down-thrust.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jaxxon growled, “bounce your ass!” He reached around to slap one of Mara’s rippling globes, causing her to squeal in delight. Jaxxon’s ears perked up. “Ah, you like that, eh?” He slapped her ass again, and Mara pushed herself harder onto Jaxxon, bouncing with renewed vigour. “You want me ta slap yer ass some more?”

Mara panted out, “Yes! Yeah, slap it!” and Jaxxon was only too happy to oblige. Several more hard slaps to Mara’s hot flesh left an angry red streak across one bubbling buttock, though Mara did not feel the pain; only intense pleasure, for often her Master would punish her ass until it brought her to tears, and then he would punish some more. Mara had developed a sordid love for spankings, the harder the better. “Harder!” she cried, her voice now a guttural moan, “harder, Jaxxon!”

The sting of the resulting slap echoed through the chamber, and Mara grabbed tufts of Jaxxon’s chest-fur as she rode him, tugging on it and breathing out her commands. “Harder, you fucking rabbit! Harder!” Jaxxon was too involved in their dirty, hot coupling to bother about the slur, and continued to whack Mara’s throbbing ass with his paw, striking her hard and rippling her bouncing flesh while still pistoning his prick deep inside her.

Mara, lost in a haze of pleasure, felt her first orgasm rapidly approaching, and sank herself deeper onto Jaxxon’s fuckstick, angling herself to receive all twelve-plus inches into her pulsating tightness. She slid roughly against him, pushing her breasts into his tufty chest, and screaming against his soft fur. As her climax hit, she impaled herself down to the base of Jaxxon’s cock and held herself there, letting the waves of pleasure wash through her as Jaxxon filled her completely. Her hips bucked and she writhed dazedly on top of the Lepi, contracting her vaginal muscles and squeezing his cock to the point of pain.

Jaxxon simply lay under the gorgeous woman as she blasted through her orgasm, but felt he was not quite ready to join her. As she began to come down from her intense rush, body slackening, Jaxxon bodily lifted her off his chest, and held her fogged gaze. “Enjoy your ride, sister?” he quipped, “’cause it sure ain’t over yet!”

And with those words, Jaxxon propelled himself from the bed, still impaling Mara upon his mighty shaft, and bounded over to the far wall. He shoved her hard against the solid surface, and instantly resumed his rhythm, pounding into the red-haired beauty as she writhed against him, sandwiched between his pistoning body and the unrelenting wall.

“Oh, oh, oh...” Mara burbled, her red nails clawing at Jaxxon’s downy back, scraping into the skin, close to drawing blood. Her long legs came up and wrapped tightly around his hips, drawing him in, as her back slid along the hard surface. She mumbled into his shoulder, her hair fanned over his back, and snapped her hips in time with Jaxxon’s energetic thrusts, spurring him on.

“Still goin’, eh?” Jaxxon grunted, and leaned back, letting Mara flop raggedly into his arms. Placing his hands on her hips, Jaxxon spun the redhead around on his slick cock, turning her to face the wall, and slammed her against it once again. Now reaming her from behind, Jaxxon ploughed Mara’s sopping slit with vigour, his stomach bouncing and sliding over her firm ass. He removed his grip to her legs, hoisting them up so her knees knocked on the wall, and snaked his hips to explore every inch of Mara’s wondrous pussy.

Her head flopped back onto his shoulder. “Jaxx... Jaxx...” she repeated, and screamed again as her second orgasm exploded through her core. She tensed, stiffening against Jaxxon, almost causing him to topple backwards.

As Mara ranted incoherently, riding out her climax, her pussy gushing, Jaxxon twirled her around and fell to the floor. Mara landed heavily on her knees, Jaxxon pressing over her back, and let her head rest in the thick carpet. She was soon clawing at the strands, trying to rip handfuls out as Jaxxon entered her again, humping her with abandon. “Yeah, yeah...” he muttered, “so tight... how’s it feel at your end, girl?”

Mara was unable to respond, feeling as if her last orgasm had triggered a continual stream of climaxes, each cresting the wave of the last, all overwhelming her body and mind with sensory nirvana. She bit into the carpet with her teeth, and her vaginal muscles worked on overdrive, clenching and squeezing at the thick shaft plundering her womanly depths.

She heard Jaxxon give a low, hoarse growl from somewhere above her, and felt a foot pressing hard between her shoulder blades. It was enough to force her against the floor, raising her ass higher for Jaxxon to angle in deeper. He gave a final shout, and Mara felt a jet of hot spunk flooding her inner passage, filling her to the brim. The sensation, coupled with Jaxxon still pumping away as he spurted out his energy into her pussy, was enough to cause one last orgasm that wracked her spent body to its limit.

The last thing Mara heard before slipping into unconsciousness was, “Now that’s Lepi-style!”

* * * *

Mara opened her eyes slowly, acutely aware that her entire body was throbbing in dull pain. She felt sore all over, and found she could barely move. She managed to lift her head enough to inspect her surroundings: her hotel room, the morning sunlight streaming in through the plexiglass. She spied her black dress hanging crumpled over a chair, and realized she was naked.

She managed to sit up, and found herself tangled in a mess of damp, clingy sheets. She shook her head, and ran fingers through her tousled hair. And then she recalled the night before.

She had passed out after her third -- was it her third? -- orgasm, and she had no idea of how long she was out. She had awoken to the sight of Jaxxon ready and waiting for another round; she had willingly complied, and they had fucked wildly on the bed again, before retreating into the en-suite refresher, where Jaxxon ate her out against the transparisteel door. She had dried them both off, and had lain back while Jaxxon brought her to yet another orgasm amid the tangled sheets, before both had dropped off to sleep.

All things considered, it had been a very rewarding evening.

Which only left one problem.

“Fierfek!” Mara spat, and pounded the mattress with a fist. He had been the damn target, and he was nowhere to be seen! She had let Jaxxon slip away without getting any information what-so-ever!

It was not going to be a comfortable experience explaining this to Kinman Doriana. Mara flopped back onto the bed. Of course... she paused, considering. There was always Amaiza...

Mara allowed herself a brief smile. Perhaps she would wear that little black dress again.

* * * *

Director Spool Fanfar wrung his hands as he stood in the middle of the empty reception hall. He had not slept a wink last night, so flustered had he been by the whole... incident. It was eight minutes past eleven precisely, and he was one of only three beings left in the entire building.

And he did not dare knock on the door of his remaining two guests.

So it was something of a shock for Fanfar when a large, green, and highly smug-looking rabbit swaggered past him from the stairway. Fanfar stood open-mouthed as the rabbit walked right past, and tried to avert his gaze as it turned and looked right at him.

“Sorry ’bout last night, kiddo,” the rabbit said with a wide grin, and tossed a credit chip into Fanfar’s shaking hands. “Great party, though. I‘ll have to come again,” it said, and burst out of the doors, whistling to itself.