Sweet Soup
***
I lurk in the shadows, not yet seen by anyone. I look around for my next indulgence, someone with the right soup. I am not afraid of anyone, yet everyone is afraid of me. Everyone who believes. I am legend. Myth. Folklore. I am Dannik Jerriko. Anzat of the Anzati. Eater of Luck.
I walk to the bar, order my nic-i-tain, and begin puffing away. I can sense several candidates for my kiss-like death. Proboscii twitch inside cheek pockets, anxious for their nutriment; anxious for the kill. I will them to appease, only to have them jump out of their pockets as a newer, richer soup enters the room.
She is beautiful, a thought that surprises me for I usually find no attraction in other species. No, she is not Anzat, but she is humanoid.
She approaches the bar, sitting next to me, yet not noticing my sudden interest in her. The sleek bodysuit, dark in color; a utility belt at her side; blaster, partially hidden in a small brown leather pouch.
The curves of her body are only accented further by the catsuit she dons, her red streaked hair tumbles down her back. She orders a non-alcoholic drink. All the better. Liquor dulls the soup; fades the Luck.
I toss a coin to Wuher the bartender.
“What’s this for? You know it ain’t enough for another water,” he growls at me, slapping the credit chip on the counter.
“I’m paying for this lady’s drink,” I gesture to the creature next to me. The barkeep, satisfied with that, takes the coin and pockets it.
She turns to me, a not-so- happy look on her face. Rather an annoyed look.
“I can pay for my own drink, thank you,” she answers rather matter-of-factly. I can sense her soup boiling within her at the insistence of the remark. Proboscii twitch impatiently.
“I meant no offense; simply a gesture of good will.”
“More appropriately a gesture of hidden intention. What do you want? I’m not a prostitute if that’s what you think. I’m simply a pilot, in for refueling. And I can take care of myself,” the young woman’s hand lingers over her blaster, prepared to draw.
“Like I said, simply a gesture of good will.” Accenting the last of my words gets the point across. Her eyes widen slightly and she turns back to her fizzing glass.
“Thank you, then. If I offended you, then I am sorry. Tatooine always gets my defenses up.” She glances at me and a smile threatens to show; already the corners of her mouth are twitching.
-those full lips-
“My name is Saje Asper,” she introduces herself, extending a hand.
“Dannik Jerriko.” Her beauty allures me so; I lower my defenses. Now she knows my name. “You are humanoid?” I question.
“Yes, I’m Maloran, but how did you know?”
Maloran. A species that looks very much human, except for their poisonous tongues and mind-probe abilities. “I can just tell,” I will not let her know my species. I do not wish to frighten her away.
“You’re Anzat, aren’t you?”
I stop smoking my pipe. “Did you explore my mind?”
“Of course not!” She sounds offended by my inquiry. “I never search people’s thoughts without their permission. Like you, I can also tell these things by sense.”
“You intrigue me,” I remark nonchalantly.
“I know. I intrigue everyone.” Her soup grows duller.
Unlike Han Solo, this pilot may know fear, but does not dance in it’s wake as he does. She is too cautious. Still, I can almost taste the highly concentrated flavor of confidence. Her Luck thrills me to no end; there is much of it. A life full of chances and close calls makes the spirit sweet.
“Would you like to see my ship?” she surprises me with such a spontaneous query. “I would love to take you there.”
-pain/pleasure-
-pleasure/pain-
“Certainly. Shall we leave now?”
She leaves the bar with no answer, taking my hand. We leave Chalmun’s cantina and emerge onto the hot, crowded streets of Mos Eisley. It is dusk, the temperature of day only barely lowering.
We weave throughout the alleys and backways, past merchants closing their booths; angry travelers haggling with their companions; Jawas scavenging parts. A dewback lumbers by, being dragged by it’s owner who is in more of a hurry than the animal seems to be.
Approaching Docking Bay 27, Saje enters a code and the door unlocks. Inside the large port is a Z-112 Corellian corvette. It’s in surprisingly good condition. She opens the door and brings me inside. The interior is in even better condition than the outside; the upholstery is made from tan dewback leather.
“Did you get these seats covered recently?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
-nervousness-
“As a matter of fact, I had them covered just yesterday. I had a few extra credits and decided to fix the rips and tears they’ve acquired over the years. But I’ll tell you, I got taken for such a shabby job. I had to reapply them after the jerk left.”
“Don’t trust anyone on Tatooine,” I reply, kissing her hand. “Show me where the bedroom is.”
She leads me to the back of the ship where a large bed covered with fur blankets takes up most of the space. She walks to her personal bar and pours two glasses of champagne.
“I don’t drink anything but water, thank you,” I apologize.
Saje nods in recognition and opens a cabinet to reveal a safe. She quickly turns the dial and submits to a fingerprint scan. The door swings open to reveal five or six glass bottles filled with water. She takes one out and wipes off the frost.
-what an ass!-
“Thank you,” I accept the glass offered me and sip the ice cold liquid. Her soup boils and dances as she sits next to me on the bed, sending seductive gestures my way; breathing deeply; sitting close; running her tongue along her lips slowly.
-pain/pleasure-
-pleasure/pain-
“May I read your mind, Dannik?” she runs her fingers through my hair.
I place the glass on the floor and face her. “You may,” I answer plainly. She places her hand on my forehead. I can feel soft tendrils caress my thoughts, as she continues to pet me, stroking my hair. I try to retain my true intentions.
-what are my true intentions?-
The tendrils withdraw quickly.
“You don’t want to kill me.”
“And that surprises you?” my tone remains steady.
“I have come across an Anzat before. He wanted nothing from me except my spirit. I barely saved myself.”
I nod to her as I stare at her full breasts.
Catching my eyes on her bosom, she asks me, “Do you find me delicious?” She unzips the front of her black catsuit, her breasts bouncing free. I take one in my hand, running my thumb over the deep-blue nipple. She peels off the skintight suit and tosses it to the floor.
“Very.” I take her face in my hands and kiss those full lips; fondle those large breasts; fall back on the bed and wrap my legs around hers. She tears off her clothes with animal passion and kisses me deeply. Her tongue slips into my mouth, and her poison trickles down my throat. I suck on her tongue like a bottle, squeezing out the sweet nectar of her venom. She only shoves her tongue in farther, her hands still roaming on my body. When I finish drinking the last of her toxin, she withdraws her tongue and replies, “I hope you can digest my poison. Not many of my boyfriends live to see the next morning.”
“Oh don’t worry about me. I am immune to every deadly liquid there is.” I rip off my shirt and place her hands on my chest. She feels my lithe muscles and moans with delight. I allow her hands to roam down to my pants where she quickly unbuckles them and slips them off. My thong underwear comes next, and at sight of my hardon, her eyes widen in pleasure and she quickly envelops it with her mouth. I lean back, allowing the sensation to run through my body. Proboscii twitch inside cheek pockets. The unfamiliar feeling of a blow-job overwhelms them. I quickly reach orgasm and pump my black semen into Saje’s mouth. A few drops run down the corner of her mouth, and she is quick to wipe it off with her long-nailed finger.
-pain/pleasure-
-pleasure/pain-
-no, there is no more pain; pleasure remains-
After finishing her “drink”, she wipes her mouth and crawls back on top of me. She licks my chest and my softening cock quickly stands at attention once again. My body is highly sensitive to touch, as well as proboscii is to soup. Speaking of that, they are stunned. An orgasm has not shaken my body in over fifty years. They are not fighting to get at the delicious Luck that is Saje’s, but they will soon wrestle with me once again, begging for the nourishment they so deserve.
I enter Saje and begin pumping hard, harder. She moans and squeals like a baby krayt dragon; allows me to turn her on her back. I want submission from her.
-submission!-
I can feel her body tense as she nears climax. This throws me over the edge, and I pump into her, cumming for the second time this evening. Her body begins to shake, and I can feel her wetness. Then, a surprising thing happens, something I do not expect. She kisses me passionately, shoving her tongue inside my mouth. Poison practically oozes from her tongue, the small venom sacks at the back of her throat swelling as they strain to produce more toxic fluid. I drink it down quickly, swallowing in gulps as more and more fills my mouth. Proboscii, more impatient than ever and enticed by the scent of her sexual lust, shoot out of cheek pockets and make a dive for her sweat-covered nose. I quickly pull away from her in time. They lunge at her body, desperate for a meal; they can not reach. She opens her eyes and screams when she sees me sitting on top of her, proboscii extended to their full length of 18”. I shout at them inside my head to retreat, but they move and slither through the air like snakes, ignoring my mental command. Saje quickly gets out from under me and rushes to the bathroom. She grabs a towel and wipes off her body. She squirts perfume all over, trying to mask the scent of sex.
Proboscii slowly retreat, no longer sensing the sweet smell of her passion. Saje returns to the bed and places an arm around me.
“I’m sorry, Saje. I thought I could control my...... urges.”
“That’s all right. I couldn’t control the rush of venom in my mouth. Lucky for you, you are immune to it,” she rubs my back.
“I fear.....” I find I can not finish the sentence.
“Please Dannik, what is it?”
“I fear I’ve fallen in love with you.” I lower my head further and turn from her. I am ashamed of these feelings that for so long have been foreign to me.
Saje leans back, resting on the many pillows on her bed. I turn to her and lay next to her naked body.
“Are you afraid of me now?” I ask.
-rather ironic, that I am scared one might fear me-
-I live in the realm where fear lies-
-I am fear-
“I could never be afraid of you, Dannik. I’ve fallen in love with you too.” She kisses my forehead and closes her eyes, preparing for sleep. I wrap my arms around her waist and start to doze. Tomorrow I will ask her to marry me. On Tatooine, there is never a better time than the present.
***
I wake up in the morning feeling refreshed; surprisingly refreshed. I still hold Saje in my arms, but her body is cold. I look up into her face.
-her eyes!-
Her eyes are open in surprise. I recognize it as the look one gets when he knows he is about to die.
-what has happened?-
Then I remember my dream.
I had been dancing among bright flashes of color, and a voice was telling me this was the best Luck ever. The sweetest soup ever tasted.
I have killed my own lover.
-my own lover!-
-pain/pleasure-
-pleasure/pain-
-pain, now only pain-
-my lover is gone-
My lover is gone! What have I done? I’ve killed my girlfriend in my sleep!
-damn proboscii-
-only pain-
-only pain-
-I will never know pleasure again-
-never again-
I quickly wrap the body in blankets and take it outside. I drag it to a dump, ignoring the heat, and start covering it with piles of trash. Passersby don’t even notice, and if they do, don’t care. Tatooine is a cruel, uncaring planet. I want someone to ask what goes on. I want to scream and tear about the place in fury and scare people, but this cursed planet denies me even so much as a strange look.
Just before covering the last bit, Saje’s left arm, I take her hand in mine and kiss it elegantly.
-I’m sorry-
I cover the last bit of her beautiful white skin with trash and slowly walk away. I brush a tear from my cheek, cursing at proboscii as my fingers lightly graze cheek pockets. I continue to walk away from the dump and Saje’s body, fighting with my eyes not to look back.
-never look back, damn you!-
-only pain-
-never look back-
-goodbye my love-
-Saje-
-sweet soup-Disclaimer: Saje is mine. The rest are not.