Ervik’s stomach lurched as the light-tunnel view of hyperspace crashed back into sublight speed, the viewscreen of his ship resolving into the faint green and blue of a planet, surrounded by a cloud of a half-dozen moons. Throughout the system his sensors reported activity – mining tugs coming back from the asteroid belt, tramp freighters bumbling from moon to planet to the further reaches of the system, courier ships and bulk traders and cobbled-together transports of a half-dozen kinds.

And, of course, the Star Destroyer, lurking over everything, it’s brooding shadow showing that the Empire’s reach was pushing further into the Outer Rim every day.

Ervik held his breath as the Imperial ship’s computer queried his own. “X-2, you’d better hope those codes we bought on Nar Shaddaa were good,” he told his navigation droid, and the astromech only bleated at him as the system scanned his impeccable fake credentials.

He couldn’t do anything about the image file appended that marked him as nonhuman. His blue skin, dark eyes, and golden facial markings were hard to hide. But the rest portrayed him as a model Imperial citizen, taxes paid, fees up to date, and certainly no one who’d smuggle any unstamped cargo if you paid him enough credits.

Just the way he liked it.

The Imperial computer chimed, X-2 beeped, and Ervik let out a breath. “Alright, then. Let’s go see about this job.”

That was how the azure-skinned Pantoran, long coat billowing behind him, hat pulled down over his face, with a blaster at his hip and a name on a datapad, slunk his way into a seedy cantina, sitting in a back corner, waiting for his contact.

Of course, of all the potential smugglers in this galaxy, he wasn’t expecting her when she sat down, and his eyes went wide and thoughts left his head. Oh, it had been far too long since he’d gotten laid.

Hello there! Thank you for reading my prompt. For Star Wars day today – May the Fourth be with us all – I wanted to play out a story set in a galaxy far, far away!

I had one idea above – the overconfident smuggler takes on a passenger that is more than he can handle – but I’m good to play out any story set in the Star Wars universe (with the caveat that I really prefer original characters and stories, set in familiar spaces). And having at least one of the partners be an alien species is definitely a plus!

So what most interests you? The above Pantoran smuggler and the Twi’lek assassin? Or perhaps a Jedi who is a survivor of Order 66 and has to stay on the move? We could set the story during the Clone Wars, and have a star-crossed romance between someone loyal to the Republic and a Separatist – or a hot, heated, scandalous affair between a bounty hunter for the New Republic and their quarry.

For my own kinks, I enjoy a mix of playful wholesomeness and dirty enjoyable fun. For this scenario, I imagine things like romance, affection, groping, partially clothed sex, dirty talk, public play, teasing, toys, lingerie, role reversal, soft rules/control, light bondage, and praise/affirmation/more teasing. Some body worship, spanking, pegging, oral and anal play, impregnation/breeding, body contrasts, and light watersports could also be fun, but certainly not required.

Limits include cheating, celebrities, vore, gore, non-con, scat, and heavy pain.

Let me know if anything interests you, and I’m happy to discuss! Just shoot me a PM with your ideas and what kinds of kinks and story elements you’d like to include.

This prompt is open whenever you see it, as are all my past prompts, so don’t hesitate to send me a message about this or any other story! I look forward to connecting.