An Evening to Unwind v1.00
Tags: Star Wars, F human x 2 M Umbarans, ebony, cowgirl, vaginal, threesome, double penetration, exotic genitalia

	The door slid open, a dark-skinned woman strolling through it with a drawn-out sigh. She wore a flattering skin-tight white top that clung around the curves of her pert bosom, yet exposed her toned ebony midriff for all to see. Around her hips, stretching partway down her thighs, a matching white skirt rested, covering only enough of her legs to prevent casual observers from spying what lay between them. The fabric rustled and shifted as she walked, her sizable, toned rear obvious to all who had laid eyes on her. Round, soft bands of bejeweled gold adorned her neck, golden bangles and bracelets around her wrists, a single golden anklet upon her left ankle, along with gem earrings and rings where they belonged. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, and her thick lips pursed as she stared at the datapad in her hand before tossing it onto her desk in the corner. Her face was sharp, her skin flawless, shining in the dim light. 

	“Mistress Selyne, the ship is prepared for the jump to hyperspace. The shipments are secured in the cargo bays. We are five minutes ahead of schedule,” said a voice, stepping in after her. She turned to see her bodyguard and attendant, the grey-skinned Umbaran, Reynius. He was a tall, strong man, bulky with pragmatic muscle that served him well in his duties. As a near-human, he could have easily been mistaken for an ordinary bald man with an exotic skin color. However, there were a few marked differences between Umbarans and humans, in a few not-so-obvious areas. 

	His sunken eyes narrowed in on his mistress as she pulled off her heels and tossed them aside before flopping down on her lavish couch, her legs spread wide open, in an almost universal display of comfortable dominance over her surroundings. He could sense the confidence bordering on arrogance and light tiredness in her by simply reading her. Humans were quite easy to read for Umbarans, who had honed their social cognition to such a degree that they seemed capable of manipulating almost anyone who was not themselves an Umbaran. His eyes trailed down by pure reflex, looking upon the shiny purple panties she wore below her skirt, and Selyne chuckled, unperturbed by the act. 

	“Good, good. Let’s get on the road, shall we? You know my policy. Every minute we’re ahead of schedule goes to the crew’s relaxation time, and minutes add up quickly. Remind them of that, I want their spirits high,” she said. “Oh, and have a bottle of Corellian nectar sent up. I could really use the chance to unwind…”

	“Shall I also send for Hainun?” Reynius asked, watching her long, lithe legs sensually cross shut before him as her toes slowly curled and uncurled in the air, almost playfully. 

	“Mmm. How did you know I wanted that? It’s been too long since I’ve called on his services. Tell him to wear something… comfortable,” she smiled up at the near-human, who nodded, bowed, and left the room. He did not require uncanny social perception to know exactly what she meant.




	Three minutes later, a service droid wheeled into the room with a bottle of her requested beverage and a few drinking glasses on a tray over its head. Selyne took the tray and set it on the endtable beside her, helping herself to a tall glass of the liquor that put a warmth to her chest, and vanquished the numerous worries in the back of her head. 

	Five minutes after that, the door opened again, and this time Reynius stepped in, followed by a scantily clad Umbaran, wearing little more than a sleeved fishnet shirt and skintight briefs. A sole red gemstone earring was in his left earlobe, but aside from that, his body remained unburdened by cumbersome jewelry. His body was pleasingly athletic, lean, and defined – his abs were washboard, his arms and legs powerful, not an ounce of unnecessary fat on his form. If Reynius’s appearance was defined by his size and bulk, Hainun’s was defined by his slender, masculine beauty. 

	Hainun walked up to Selyne, taking a knee before her and bowing his bald head. “Mistress. I shall perform for you my finest dances,” he said, in his handsome voice. 

	The ebony woman smiled down at him. “That would be de-light-ful,” she said, her lips hovering open as she uttered the last syllable with purring passion, gazing upon the dancer’s form with hardly-concealed lust. Reynius shifted uncomfortably, the telltale signs of his boss’s horniness summoning the natural urges of his species. Because of their almost supernatural interpersonal senses, whenever a female showed even the tiniest hint of arousal, it sent reproductive hormones rushing through Umbaran male veins. Before he could stop it, his manhood began to harden in his pants, and he gulped, hoping she would not look over at him and see the growing bulge of his crotch, as he knew exactly what her reaction would be. 

	Hainun, on the other hand, was a professional, who had trained to suppress such base urges in favor of performance. He merely smiled back to his employer and rose to his feet, stepping back into the center of her wide, expansive quarters. More than enough room to show any of his routines. After all, he was no grand performer who required an entire stage for his dances. He was far too low-caste to be granted the knowledge of such arts. He was merely an exotic dancer who had served to the tastes of his mistresses for years until Selyne had purchased the ship and its crew from his prior household and swept him and all his comrades from the cloistered world of Umbara. 

	Selyne was a more generous mistress than he had ever had previously. The first thing she did when she set foot on the ship was to abolish the established caste system that had been the basis for the ship’s organization up to that point. The high-borns immediately protested, and she sacked them. The low-borns celebrated, and became fiercely loyal to her and her policies of leadership. She was no less generous to Hainun – she allowed him to learn the dances of many cultures, leave her ship and see the worlds they traveled to with his own eyes, make friends amongst the crew, work for his own wages wherever he wished, and even own property. For that, he was eternally grateful to her, and merely showing her the moves he had picked up during their journeys was the least he could do.

	Selyne snapped her fingers, and the lights of the room dimmed, a low, rhythmic dance beat kicking in around them. Hainun waited a moment to get into the beat, then began by swinging his hips forward, lifting his arms above his head and glancing away. Slowly, with incredible control, he gyrated his pelvis in circles, showing off the power in his toned stomach, hips, and thighs. This he had learned from a male Twi’lek in a seedy bar, and it served his purposes perfectly. His arms slowly moved down, his fingers trailing down his face like water as he stared passionately at his mistress. 

	His sensuous routine began in earnest, moving in manners that deliberately invoked the movements of mating. Even paying her only the most minimal attention as he worked, he could easily sense that this was not like the other times she had called on him. There was a peculiarity to her demeanor that told him she intended to do much more than just watch him this time. There was only one way all of this would be ending, and he could not help but anticipate it with no small degree of excitement. She was, after all, quite attractive, even for a human. 

	Hainun continued until he heard soft clapping issue from Selyne, and he looked up to see her smiling at him. “Marvelous!” she said, her tone sultry. “Your style is particularly… enticing tonight. Would you come closer, so that I can appreciate your art much more personally?”

	The grey-skinned man nodded, dancing over to her to the beat, performing his gyrations almost directly in her face, and he was keenly aware where her eyes were locked – it was not his face, nor was it his beautiful chest. He heard her clear her throat, and noticed her twirling her finger in the air. He promptly spun around to show her his backside, and her eyes swung left and right with it as the smile on her face spread wider with a loud giggle. 

	Hainun turned back to face Selyne, and suddenly she was up and pressed against him, planting her lips on his, her hands exploring his back, then traveling lower to his buttocks, which she gave a hefty squeeze. He took a moment to recover from the surprise, and weakly returned the kiss to the best of his ability in the awkward position he was in. She grinded against him, her chest pressed into his, a warm softness against his skin that the fishnet shirt did not conceal. When she broke off, it was solely to pull him by the wrist to her large circular bed of sumptuous scarlet silks.

 	Before he could react, he was already being shoved down onto the soft mattress. He looked up at the ebony beauty standing over him, who was devouring his exquisite body with her eyes. She reached up and pulled her top off as her jewelry rattled, exposing her pretty breasts, then her skirt, and then the panties, revealing her bare, smooth slit. She clicked her tongue and gestured at Hainun’s briefs. He obediently pulled them down his lithe legs, and his member was freed from its confines, already beginning to harden as the anticipation brought forth the biological urges that he could no longer repress.

	Selyne giggled, fascinated by it, reaching down to gently stroke it as it swelled. Umbaran penises were distinctive in that they featured colorful fluorescent patterns that glowed brightly, a trait they had evolved to attract mates in the darkness of Umbara as primitives, and which still held a strong symbolism in their culture. Rather than size, the most beautiful patterns were selected towards in their mating rituals – and yet, they were definitely not small, either. Hainun’s pattern appeared like several glowing tribal tattoos, light blue and violet against the grey of his flesh. The dick in her hand grew to an impressive size, large ridges stretching along the bottom while the top had two straight rows of fleshy studs, the head circled with more tiny bumps. The colorful pattern began to visibly pulse with heartbeat. It was a fascinating shape, but her interest in it was strictly unprofessional. 

	“A-ah, mistress, please,” Hainun groaned. To say that he was sensitive there was an understatement. 

	“Oh?” she asked, amused by his reaction. She leaned down until her face was inches from his length, and gave him a mischievous lick of the tongue from hilt to tip, forcing a shudder out of his muscles. Her fingers went to his smooth balls, gently fondling them; squeezing them as if testing them; attempting to coax them into action. The Umbaran gasped, squirming in place, not from discomfort, but from need. 

	“Mistress!”

	“Settle down, would you? I’m just getting started.”

	“Mistress, we Umbarans are-”

	“Are not like humans, yes, I’ve heard it before, from many species besides just Umbarans,” the beautiful woman said, climbing onto the bed and straddling the grey-skinned man, his girth against her groin as she stared down at him confidently. “What have you heard about us humans? That we are sexually insatiable? Demons of lust and desire who can go for hours on end when all sensible species do their business in a matter of minutes at most? We are well aware of our image. It’s quite flattering, after all,” Selyne giggled, placing one of her hands on the dancer’s firm chest, feeling his muscles. 

	“Mistress, I lack any experience at all with human mating!”

	“Then be silent,” she said, her dominant tone decisive and merciless. Her other hand dropped to his shaft, and she lifted her hips up and lowered them back down, guiding his cock into her vulva, slowly working its tip past her lips and into her inner folds, feeling the strange shape of Umbaran dick against her insides. “Mmm,” she hummed pleasantly, and Hainun grunted weakly as he felt her silken, warm, wet walls engulf his member inch by inch. 

	Without waiting for him to get used to it, Selyne began to slowly ride up and down on him, enjoying the pure sensation of sex for the sake of sex. Her round rump jiggled slightly every time she came down to his hilt, and she chewed her lip sensually, her breathing naturally accelerating as she picked up the pace with her rising arousal. He panted like a dog, insurmountable pleasure building up in his loins, arcing through his body like lightning, and she felt every thump of his frantically beating heart against her fingers. He was green, unrefined, and yet it lent an aura of primality to the act as his hips began to buck up into hers out of pure reflex, his hands went to her hips to grip them tightly, and the ebony merchantess grinned like a beast at the pleasure. 

	“Enjoying it that much, hmm?” she asked, amused by his feverish movements. 

	“It’s incredible! Need… release!” the alien moaned, throwing his head back as he humped up into her harder and harder.

	“Not so fast!” Selyne chuckled, reaching behind herself to grab Hainun’s ballsack tightly, attempting to curb his mounting orgasm before it hit. Unfortunately, the sudden tightness came too late, and only enhanced the sensation he felt as he shot his load deep into her with several virile spurts. She shivered a little when she felt his girth spasm inside of her, but the smugness of her expression did not diminish. “Oh! That sort of thing gets you off? My mistake,” she whispered, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, her hands going to his broad shoulders. 

	“Er, mistress,” the dancer muttered as he came down from his climax slowly, his head spinning. “I could use a moment to compose myself…”

	“You say that, but your prick certainly isn’t getting shy in me, now is it? I suppose the sole advantage of being faster to get off is that you’re also faster to get it back up. Let’s just keep going, shall we?” she purred, slowly gyrating her hips on his erection that never really softened, a trickle of white trailing from her passage. 

	Hainun grit his teeth from the electric sensations traveling through his genitals as she tortured him during the period of greatly increased sensitivity. But his manhood throbbed with lust, demanding more. Selyne gave it to him, her slick folds squeezing around him as she picked up speed in her movements, returning to the thick of mating that she was in before, but now that she was laying atop him, it all felt far more personal, passionate, intense – she circled a finger around one of his nipples with a grin, teasing it, savoring his awkward shivers and groans. 

	“Atil hrunta weyar!” the alien gasped out in his native language, unable to consciously translate it into Basic any longer. The dark-skinned lady had no need for a translation; what he meant was obvious just from the shallowness of his breathing and the squirming of his body beneath her as his hands gripped her rump and massaged it needily with her movements, as if he was trying to encourage her to take him deeper and harder. She was not a cruel mistress, and she had already given up on trying to delay his orgasms, so she simply planted her hands on both sides of him, raised up, and humped down on him rapidly, letting him have the thing he desired most until once more his pillar pulsed and poured streams of thick seed into her. She planted her hips firmly on his pelvis again, letting it all spill into her, breathing deeply, a thin veneer of sweat built up on her beautiful features from the mounting pleasure and exertion.

	“Well, you are a quick one, aren’t you?” she giggled as the spasms of his member slowly ceased, his glazed over eyes coming back into focus.

	“My… apologies, mistress.”

	“Relax. Like I said, it comes with the territory of sleeping outside the species. But at this rate, it’s going to be another two or three goes before I finally get any real satisfaction,” she whispered into his ear before licking his earlobe tenderly. 

	“I will give my finest effort,” he panted. 

	“I’ll make it more than worth your while,” she replied, before beginning to ride him once more. She ground her pelvis against his, rolling her hips sexually as she planted dainty kisses on his neck, licking him, tasting his exotic grey flesh for herself. It was like being encapsulated in the arms of an ebony goddess, her warmth clasped tight against his, her expert movements each intended solely to arouse and excite him. She held him completely enthralled, his every sense overwhelmed, coaxing more clumsy movements from him that massaged her ass, ran up her back, slid down her thighs. 

	His sight was her eyes; his hearing, her breaths and soft groans of joy; he felt her skin, soft, smooth; her muscles, toned, firm; her velvet depths pressed and squeezed his hard, twitching length lovingly; he smelt her perfume and her sweat, a scent of chestnut and also musk; breathed the air she exhaled, the tone of Corellian liquor upon it; and he tasted her thick lips upon his own, tasted her tongue in his mouth, tasted utter paradise beneath her. 

	And she felt his lustful girth jerk inside of her, licked her lips clean of excess saliva as she broke the kiss off, staring down at the sweaty Umbaran with eyes of glee as he came within her again, harder, as if his very body insisted upon surpassing its own limits to sate the otherworldly beauty claiming it. 

	“Hainun,” Selyne whispered down at him, giggling as his head rolled from side to side with exertion, his eyes shut tightly from the pleasure. “Hainun, you’re doing wonderfully.”

	His eyes cracked open, and he stared at her once more, shuddering breaths causing his strong chest to rise and fall against her soft weight. “Yes, mistress,” was all he could muster.

	“Hainun, just a bit longer!”

	“Yes, mistress.”

	“I’m going to continue. Are you ready?”

	“Hnn, yes, mistress,” he breathed. 

	“You really don’t have to call me that while we’re having sex, you know. It’s cute, but it gets old fast,” she purred as she once more moved into the rhythm of passion.

	“Yes, mis-milady.”

	“Selyne.”

	“Selyne,” he repeated, although still somewhat hesitant.

	“There you go,” she giggled, nuzzling his nose with her own. 

	Unbeknownst to both of them, though, poor Reynius stood with his erection, watching the act unfold with growing frustration at his own needs not being met. He felt guilty for feeling like that, but he was too used to being his boss’s favorite plaything, and always felt a bit envious when others received her attention so much. Finally, fed up with waiting, he cleared his throat loudly.

	“Hm? Oh, Reynius! I almost forgot about you! Get over here,” Selyne said, glancing over her shoulder at her attendant.

	“Er, and do what?”

	“Get creative,” she said with a raised eyebrow and bedroom eyes, before returning to her work with Hainun with a passionate grunt. Her curvy rear rose up and down, her black cheeks jiggling just barely at the end of every movement she made on Hainun’s member. It was enticing, sensual, beautiful, hot just to watch it move, and then the bodyguard’s eyes narrowed in on her bare, defenseless hole. He undressed, and his red, pink, and orange patterned member flopped out, rapidly hardening to its full thickness, glowing with less intensity than the dancer’s, yet clearly much more colorful. It had no fleshy studs on the top half of the shaft, but instead small flesh spines circling the tip, designed to give penetration a much thicker, more powerful sensation.

	Selyne bucked on the rigid shaft inside of her a few more times before she felt probing at her backside. Then she felt something hard and damp against it, and her grin widened as Reynius pressed himself into her hole, the pressure and warmth of the dancer’s rod inside of her suddenly being equaled by that of her attendant’s, both exotic dicks rubbing her insides in ways that normal ones could never do. 

	“I didn’t know you were into such things, Reynius,” she giggled, rocking her hips slowly and pleasuring not one but both Umbarans simultaneously. 

	“I assure you, hmfh, that I only do it to please you,” the burly Umbaran grunted, and yet the force and vigor with which he humped her rump told a different tale. His hands gripped her hips for leverage, screwing her with an entirely different rhythm and motion than Hainun. Where the dancer had been awkward and hesitant, he was clearly far more experienced in handling human women, and knew exactly how his mistress liked it. The ebony woman began to slowly bounce forward and back with him, changing the way she rode Hainun yet again, but he was in no position to complain, as he was already struggling to hold back the next surge of semen.

	“Ah, ahh, oh, ooh, oooh, yeah, like that,” Selyne moaned, her body beginning to shiver pleasantly as the gooey sensations built up in her core and her legs began to feel weak. “Come on, I’m almost there!” she moaned, panting for air, licking her lips as the strong man on top of her groaned lustfully. All the anticipation had left him with little stamina, and the eroticism of claiming his strict employer’s ass was getting to his head. Hainun could only breathe meekly, his eyes shut tight as he gritted his teeth to hold on for each and every second more he could manage. 

	And then, as if lightning struck, the dancer’s jaw dropped and his hips shot up to bury as much of his length into Selyne as possible as his balls visibly twitched, one last volley of seed pumping into the lascivious lady’s depths. Moments later, Reynius fell silent as his face contorted with exertion, even the muscles in his neck tensing up with his climax. His dense load shot into her like a torrent, releasing all of his pent-up lust and frustration in one long series of ejaculations.

	She was not far behind her attendant, and the sensation of both cocks spasming within her was all it took to push her over the edge. A protracted moan muffled by her lips came out, and her eyes flickered shut as she savored the warm, sweet satisfaction flowing through her entire body. She slowly ground her hips to a halt, and opened her eyes, basking in the long, slowly fading orgasm, admiring the handsomeness of the dancer, dwelling on the fact that such a beautiful man had been her partner for the night – and then Reynius removed himself, and she let out a content sigh as he quickly pulled his pants back on. 

	“That was wonderful. Thank you both for that!” Selyne said, finally, after recovering her thoughts. 

	“It was my, ah, pleasure,” Hainun groaned, and the ebony woman giggled and rolled off of him, laying beside him and reaching out to gently stroke his cheek. 

	“Not bad for your first time with a human. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked.

	“Well, it’s definitely as exhausting as everyone said it would be,” he chuckled, breathing deeply and trying to relax while he had the chance.

	“You’re welcome to sleep here tonight. I quite like having someone to warm the bed. It’s very comfortable,” she said. 

	“Will it lead to more sex in the morning?” Hainun asked, raising an eyebrow, a little more concern creeping into his voice than he intended to allow.

	“Oh, only if you’re interested, dear,” Selyne said, patting him on the head like a pet and climbing under her sheets and rolling over. “That will be all for the evening, Reynius. You’re welcome to sleep in here as well!”

	“I’ll have to pass, mistress. I have a cozy bunk without another man in it awaiting me,” the bodyguard said with an even expression, before bowing and strolling out. 

	“Pfft, men. All too happy to sandwich a lady, but squeamish when the idea of sharing a bed comes up. Good night, Hainun. Sleep well,” she said in a songlike voice, snapping her fingers to shut off the room’s lights, and drifting off to a satisfied rest as the Umbaran beside her cuddled up to her back and wrapped a warm arm around her.