SW:CES:AOTC:Boba/Coruscant/Sex with Zam

The bounty hunter slams you into a chair. Just as violently, she tosses her equipment and blaster rifle onto the floor.

"What was that for?" you shout at her.

Zam slowly removes the veil, revealing a set of pretty human features. You know for a fact she's a Clawdite and can change her appearance at will, you wonder why she keeps up the act for you or anyone she works for. You watch as she licks her lips and starts unbuckling and unfastening her purple outfit. She doesn't take it all off just yet, but she removes her helmet. Underneath, she sports a short haircut, a lovely jet black Mohawk that flops all to one side. You wonder how often she changes her hair and if she can do it instantly, like everything else.

Didn't she have blonde short hair earlier? you think to yourself.

She grins very slightly as she moves towards you, one hand on your face, forcefully holding your chin. Her other hand moves directly to the forming bulge in your pants. She arches her ass out away from you. Zam starts to kiss you passionately, lips contacting and moving together, her tongue entering your mouth very slowly. Something about her tongue feels slightly strange . . . it feels too long and almost sandpaper like.

"You ever been with a woman?" She purrs into your ear, finally breaking the kiss.

"You're . . you're not human." you whimper back. Zam starts angrily clawing at your dick now.

"Does it matter? I'm a shapeshifter, I can look like whatever you want, little shrimp." she hisses. "You're afraid of me is that it?"

"N . . . No." and it's somewhat true, you've been trained on how to take down just about any opponent, your father makes a lot of enemies in his line of work. Still, something about her frightens you and you find it arousing beyond belief. "Why are you doing this . . . to me?"

She softly smiles "You always look so sad, so troubled. Brooding all the time, so angry too. You miss your mommy, don't you?"

You frown. "I never had one."

Zam's sexy smirk wears down a bit, as she starts to look concerned and then angry, almost confused. She moves her hands away from your face and crotch and grabs your shoulders. "What, she died before you were born?"

"No, I'm a clone of my father." you state bluntly.

At first she laughs "Ridiculous, you expect me to believe that?" she pauses "Having no mother does explain your attitude, little shrimp." That nickname just irks you.

She presses her lips to your ear "I can be your mother for you." she coos as her hand goes from your shoulder to your cock. "What do you say? I can tuck you in, sing to you, tell you how much I love you." A wicked grin appears "I can breastfeed you."

You can't believe you love the sound of this, you can feel tears forming in your eyes. You could not be happier.

Zam begins to stroke the outline of your cock. "Tell me what you want, mommy's little shrimp."

• Let Her Take Control
• Start "Breastfeeding"
• Tell her to put that long tongue to use
• Ask her to change into someone else