The neon haze of the Outer Rim cantina clung to Ahsoka Tano like a second skin, her lekku twitching at the low hum of blaster deals and whispered betrayals. She had shed the Jedi robes long ago, trading lightsabers for blasters and principles for credits. The Empire paid well for rebel scum and rogue Jedi, and she delivered without hesitation. Tonight's bounty was personal—a former Padawan hiding in the shadows—but her contact had other ideas.
He slid into the booth opposite her, a scarred smuggler named Kael Voss with eyes like twin blasters. "Tano. Didn't think the Empire's favorite hunter would grace this dump. Hunting Jedi again? Or just running from your own ghosts?"
Ahsoka smirked, leaning forward, her montrals catching the light. "Ghosts don't pay, Voss. Unlike you, who owes me for that last tip-off. Or are you here to waste my time with more of your charming lies?"
"Charming? Darling, my lies are the only thing keeping you alive out here. That bounty on the ex-Jedi? It's a trap. Empire's playing both sides, and you're their pawn." His gaze raked over her, sharp and unyielding. "But you like being dangerous, don't you?"
She laughed, low and throaty, sliding closer until her thigh brushed his. "Pawn? I choose my hunts. And right now, I'm hunting something harder to catch than a lightsider—your attention. Tell me, Voss, is that blaster in your pants, or are you just happy to see the woman who could end you?"
Kael's grin was wicked. "Feisty as ever. My cock's been hard since you walked in, Tano. That tight ass of yours swaying like it owns the galaxy. But you? You're all talk until someone makes you wet."
Ahsoka's hand darted under the table, gripping him firmly through his pants. "Talk? Let's see. I want that hard cock in my mouth for a proper blowjob, right here if the shadows hold. Then I'll ride you till your cum drips down my thighs. No submission, Voss—I'll have you panting and sweating while my pussy takes what it wants."
He groaned, fingers tracing her curves. "Horny little hunter. Your pussy's already dripping, isn't it? Come here." Their lips crashed in a fierce kiss, hands roaming as the cantina faded. Ahsoka pushed him back, straddling his lap with a growl. "Explosive? You have no idea."
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