"Master, everything checks out. No dust or sand in anything important, hmmm~!"
"Are you two seriously not done yet?"
Eldra shouted from the lounge behind them. Azra was sitting on the pilot's seat while Shmi grinded her ass against his lap. She was wearing a simple gray long-sleeved tunic, which showed off a decent amount of her chest like a v-neck, but there weren't any pants, just like the legless blue girl. It made satisfying her Master's urges much more convenient.
"How the frak did you schuttas survive the past week?"
"Master Asmodeus and Master Skywalker seem to have been restraining their reproductive desires for a long time. Especially Master Skywalker. According to my research on humans, it's quite remarkable that she managed to avoid mating for so long. Master Skywalker… Master Anakin, my creator, was quite worried."
"Wait, Ani was worried?" Shmi turned around and rode her Master 'space cowboy' style, pressing her chest into his face as she looked over the back of the chair. He was a 9 year old boy. Their master before Watto was Gardulla the Hutt… It's safe to assume that the child saw plenty of terrible things. Not to mention that there were strip clubs and brothels everywhere in the city. Some of the boys and girls he was friends with might have even started 'working' in a few of those sketchy places already.
"Master Anakin thought that you always seemed lonely and sad. He wanted to find you a courtesan, but couldn't afford to hire one."
"Pft-hahahaha~!"
"Hahaha~!"
Both Asmodeus and Eldra burst out laughing at the same time, while Shmi just blushed with shame. Finally she sighed and leaned back a bit so that she could see the pretty face of her other 'son', "Master… What are your plans?"
"I'm gonna introduce you guys to my wife, Sarry."
"Your wife?" Eldra asked, "You left her out here in the desert somewhere? Is she a Jawa?"
"No way! Hahaha~! Don't be ridiculous!" Asmodeus came inside of Shmi's hairy pussy again and finally started to soften up a bit, so he got up and walked out into the lounge again. Reaching out casually, Eldra yelped as she was sucked into his arms again, "Come on! I'll take you all to meet Sarry! She's gonna be so happy to see you guys! Hahahaha~!"
As the ramp lifted up behind them, the two people and one silver droid were standing on the hot sand. Asmodeus walked forward and led the way, but the closer they got, the more anxious everyone became.
"Master… Maybe we're going the wrong way?"
"Frak! I knew it! This is some kind of evil Sith ritual, right?! First you rape and impregnate some slaves, then sacrifice them to the Sarlacc!"
"First of all, neither of you are pregnant. Secondly, I'd never sacrifice either of you." Asmodeus noticed that the scary mouth below was 'closed' and partially hidden by sand. It was easy to tell, because the teeth weren't visible anymore. Just a small hole.
"Sarry~! I'm home~!"
*Oiiiieeeeeiiiiii~!*
'Ass Mo Deus~!'
A deafening pig-like squeal was accompanied by a similarly loud psychic cry! Except for the terrified droid, everyone else was Force Sensitive, so they obviously heard it.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Eldra shouted in horror as the sand and ground shook violently! Then a huge mouth opened up, revealing those gigantic teeth, along with a big beak in the center and plenty of long tentacles that reached up out of the sides. Some of those tendrils even had spikes or teeth on them!
"Master! Your-your wife is a Sarlacc?!" Shmi was also horrified and gripped his arm tightly, afraid of falling down into the sandy pit.
"Aaah~! No! Master Asmodeus~! Save me~!" Then the awkward silver droid slipped and rolled down into the hellish gaping maw! Fortunately or unfortunately, a giant tentacle reached out to catch him, but then he was pulled down inside!
"Oh don't be so overdramatic!" Asmodeus snickered and reached down to grab Shmi's waist, then he jumped, while the two women screamed. Once they fell down into the meaty cavern, the mouth closed and the inside was incredibly dark. Aside from C-3PO's glowing yellow flashlight eyes.
"Master! Save me~! Aaah~! Oh dear, oh, oh my~! Aaaah~! My chassis!" The silver droid reached out with both hands, but they were quickly tied up by tentacles and stretched out beyond their limitations, causing some sparks as the wires inside were ripped open.
"Sarry! Shit! Don't break him! Besides, I know you can't really digest him in the first place."
'Sorry, Deus. Old habits…" Those tentacles released the whimpering 'man', who struggled to shuffle forward a bit and almost fell. His arms were dangling limply by the sides.
"M-Master… I'm damaged…"
"Oh stop being a baby." Asmodeus rolled his eyes and then patted Shmi's ass with his left hand, while gripping Eldra's with his right.
"Sarry, these are my slaves, Shmi Skywalker and Eldra Kaitis. Oh, that's C-3PO, one of my Droids. Anyway, this is Sarry the Sarlacc of Carkoon. That piece of shit Jabba thinks she's his 'pet' and feeds her from time to time, but she's not a fucking mindless beast. She's a goddamn Sentient telepathic monster that's been alive for tens of thousands of years!"
"Mistress Sarry, I apologize for my rudeness!" As an etiquette and translation specialist, C-3PO quickly bowed slightly, as much as his stiff waist could at least.
"Mistress Sarry, please forgive me for being frightened before. As my Master's wife, you can do whatever you want to me." Shmi calmed down and quickly knelt onto the floor, even bending down to kiss the slimy, pulsating meat which burnt her lips.
"Damn it, Shmi! Be careful! You're just a human, not a Sith like me!" Asmodeus quickly used the Force to not only lift her up, but also remove all the sticky liquids that got on her body. Fortunately she was wearing boots now and not still barefoot.
"We're still in Sarry's mouth or throat area. There are lots of stomachs down below where the acid is even stronger and the toxic fumes will probably kill you both. But she also has some safer stomachs and other pouches without much acid at all. The safest place is the closest to her asshole. Down there, nothing really needs to be 'digested' anymore. Just excreted out, like durable metals, stones… You get the point."
"Yes, Master. I'm sorry for damaging your property." Shmi saw and felt as her wounds were healed by that bright purple light.
"Is that Force Healing?" Eldra was startled but immediately recognized the technique, "I've never actually seen someone use it before…"
"I can't use it to regrow your legs, but I can help make the scars look a little prettier." Asmodeus looked down towards her stumps and snickered when he saw that pretty blue pussy that was still leaking juices down onto Sarry's tentacles.
'I can help… Too. Rejuvenate, revitalize, replenish…'
"I know. Thanks, Sarry." Asmodeus carried Shmi with the Force and Eldra with his arm as he walked briskly through those familiar meaty halls. Feeling a bit of nostalgia. C-3PO was left behind.
"Are you saying… She can grow my legs back?" Eldra asked with a bit of hope, after all, she didn't really 'want' to be a cripple if there was some quick and easy solution to fix the problem.
'No.' Sarry answered instead of her husband, 'Your kind are… Weak. I can only… Heal, slightly, slowly, restore lost fat with nutrients, and rejuvenate old flesh.'
"She's basically saying that she can make you live longer and healthier." Asmodeus 'translated' for his wife, "Obviously there's a limit. But uh… Well, there's a reason why they say that Sarlaccs can digest a person over a thousand years. It could be a biological thing, or maybe it has to do with some life-sharing Force technique. The Sith used to have all kinds of life-stealing tricks to make themselves younger or live longer. There were always limits, but meh, it's hard enough to survive for a few hundred years, even if you never age."
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