“Those demands are ridiculous, deliberately impossible for anyone to meet, and you know it, Tikkes!” Padmé seethed, pressing her palms flat against the large desk, crafted from a type of wood shipped directly from Mon Calamari.

Tikkes reclined back in his seat, pressing his fingers together pensively against the tentacles protruding from his face, calmly watching the enraged Naboolian. It was a display of arrogance that only served to add to Padmé’s already simmering anger at the Quarren. If there was one skill the Quarren had picked up during his time in the Senate, it was being able to use someone’s anger against them, to throw any pre-prepared tirade off balance.

Tikkes never tried to hide the fact that his only reason for getting into the world of galactic politics was for personal gain. To the surprise of no-one who knew him well enough, Tikkes had made his eye watering fortune with his numerous company ventures, many of which happened to firmly rest within the Republic’s red list for illegal activities. There wasn’t an ounce of charity within him, he was a capitalist through and through, one who had wished his ascension to a seat within the galactic Senate would allow him to alter and manipulate certain regulations that had been the bane of his company life for decades, aspiring to see the repeal of certain anti slavery laws.

But alas, the Quarren had found the Republic’s political machine actively aligning itself against his proposed amendments. To his horror, he instead realised that not only would any attempt to ram through his desired changes fail almost every time, but that the Republic had plans in place to extend their anti-slavery legislation to the Outer Rim, the one place left in the galaxy where an unscrupulous company mogul had free reign.

Such a discovery led to his undisclosed alignment with the burgeoning Separatist movement, led by the former Jedi Master — Count Dooku. Just like the other Senators who held sympathies for the Separatist movement, he was instructed to bide his time, to upset the already slow moving inner workings of the Republic before they officially broke away from the Galactic Republic altogether, something he already gained much enjoyment from doing. Promises of a better say in galactic affairs were all Tikkes needed to win his favour.

“Impossible? I don’t see why, the people of Mon Calamari have a genuine grievance. I have a mandate that demands I take action,” Tikkes shrugged, letting his turquoise eyes roam freely over Padmé’s figure, with the Naboolian wearing a fetching decorative purple gown, weaved from Nightspider silk.

“You mean the Quarren people, the only thing you gain from blockading Ruisto is getting a sick sense of pleasure from starving the Mon Calamarians themselves!” Padmé countered, keeping her eyes locked on Tikkes’s pitch black orbs, never one to allow herself to shrink away from a conflict. “There’s also the matter of your blockade preventing the shipments of necessary parts making it to the Diplomatic Fleet.”

“I can see how that can troubling, but import taxes are import taxes, I can’t just allow the regulations to be ignored because Coruscant dictates it,” Tikkes answered blithely, taking a sip of Xinphar to hide the gleeful twitch of his tentacles, watching the anger that bloomed across Padmé’s face as he used Republic law to his own benefit.

“Yes you can, but only if it benefits you personally, Tikkes,” Padmé cocked her hip, having heard more than enough stories about the obtuse nature of the Quarren Senator, with most issues he brought up over the years usually being resolved through barely disguised bribes. There was nothing she despised more than a sentient who so clearly had little to no respect for the democratic system, using it only to line his grubby pockets.

“Is that such a crime?” Tikkes asked sarcastically, offering Padmé a choice of any of the decanters containing a wide variety of Mon Calamari wines, which she promptly turned down. “If I benefit, then surely my people must benefit by default? At the end of the day, we as Senators must do what is right for the planets we individually represent, even if a few diplomatic missions on the other side of the galaxy have to be delayed because of temporary part shortages.”

As much as Padmé wished she could have dredged up a piece of hard evidence that would have definitively proven Tikkes’s suspected record of receiving bribes and back handers, she knew that the Quarren was a master of covering his tracks. His lack of any sense of honour or duty put the Naboolian woman at a severe disadvantage. “This is getting us nowhere, you’re clearly just angling for something. Just tell me what it is you want in return for calling off your cruisers.”

“Right down to business, that’s the thing I’ve come to admire about you, Senator Amidala. You aren’t like the other pompous twits that rant and rave in the senate arena, you get things done, just as I do,” Tikkes explained, his fanged mouth formed into a devious grin. “Just look at the situation we’re in now. You realised that this trade embargo could drag on for weeks, with both sides battling it out, each one trying to get the holo-cams attention as a means of boosting their profiles. Coming here means one thing, you wish to end this here and now.”

Padmé sighed, hoping the Quarren wouldn’t have caught her out so early on. “If you must know, that’s precisely what I want. I’ll ask again, what do you seek in return.”

Tikkes reclined in his seat, letting a gratingly smug expression emerge on his face. He hit a switch beneath his desk, one that caused the heavy metal shutters to close over, blocking the streams of traffic beyond the transparisteel windows from sight, leaving them both completely isolated.

“I understand that this is personal for you, Senator Amidala, given the situation you faced on Naboo during your time as its monarch. Blockades are a tricky business for both sides,” Tikkes feigned a weary tone, “but I’m just glad to see a woman so determined to bring about a resolution before things take an unnecessarily destructive turn. I ask for one thing and one thing only, that we settle this disagreement in the only way a man and woman can.”

Padmé’s fingers balled into fists as she watched Tikkes stand up, parting the straps holding his ceremonial garb in place, clearing a place on his desk at the same time. “You can’t mean- “

“I do,” Tikkes rolled his eyes arrogantly, “you may be one of the most alluring non-Quarren females that I’ve ever come across, but don’t flatter yourself. I’ve had countless women in my office, all of whom have agreed to the terms I’m currently offering you. Call it a good sign of friendly relations to come, I have needs that I want fulfilled and you have the means of helping me. So, you can either strut out of this room and force me to ramp up the blockade even further, or you can hop on this desk and leave your pride at the door for a brief moment.”

Padmé had seen it coming, Tikkes was far from the first sentient to make such a vile offer to her. But unlike the others, Tikkes was the first to pin her into a political corner before making the offer, effectively holding the Republic’s vast diplomatic cruisers to ransom. Knowing just how devastating a planetary blockade of any kind could be, as well as being aware of the length of time it could drag on for before a resolution came about, Padmé knew she wouldn’t forgive herself for leaving the Quarren’s office without having brokered a deal.

It was her deep sense of compassion that carried her as she walked towards the desk, holding back her still bubbling anger once Tikkes finally wrenched his pulsating shaft from the confines of his robes, displaying its highly unusual shape. It had a deep orange hue, the tip possessed a bulbous shape, with the crown surrounded by a ring of domed protrusions. A build-up of pre-cum only further highlighted the alien quality Tikke’s member had, with his cum being a transparent inky black.

She stared him directly in the eye as she lifted herself up onto the desk, slipping off her beige Mott leather heels, sliding back as Tikkes approached. The Quarren didn’t waste any time, snatching Padmé’s ankles with his long fingers, lifting them until her skirt skidded down her toned legs, bunching up at her waist. He stared at her silk panties with greed, unwilling to wait any longer to claim his prize.

The suckers of his fingers slid against her bare thighs as they went in search of the straps of her underwear, leaving wet streaks in their wake. Once he held the straps between his fingers, he swiftly tugged them out of place, sneakily dropping them into one of his open drawers. Wanting to hear the haughty Naboolian moaning for him, he dropped his head, launching his face directly at her womanhood.

His larger facial tentacles wound their way around Padmé’s thighs, the smaller — and by far more dexterous — went to work on her tight slit. They pushed her lower lips aside, running across the outer section of her opening. Widening her legs just a hit further, ensuring that Padmé was firmly in his grasp, he plunged inside, thrusting his tentacles with an expert touch, letting his tongue join the fray. Tikkes hit her from every feasible angle, feeling her pussy reacting to his skilled assault, tasting her vaginal liquids as they started to create up.

“Why are you… wasting t-time with this incessant foreplay?” Padmé asked, just about keeping her voice steady, but not enough for a certain tremor to make itself known.

Tikkes pulled away slightly, slurping lewdly as a few strands of his salvia kept him connected to gorgeous Naboolian woman’s womanhood. “Because as a Quarren I adore a woman who is absolutely soaking wet before I embed myself inside her. Why, is that a quiver I hear in your voice, Senator?”

The silence she gave him only made him bolder. His grip of her thighs doubled, with his oral assault being renewed once more. Tikkes felt her thighs attempting to clench against him as his tentacles swirled and twitched, hammering away at her most private area, striking every sensitive nerve as they went. The wet smacking sound was soon joined by the sound of Padmé’s increasingly ragged breathing, something that delighted Tikkes to no end.

Believing that he had her just where he wanted her, Tikkes lifted his head away, taking just the briefest of moments to observe his work. Padmé’s eyes were firmly closed, with her hand covering her pink painted lips, it was a sight that sent of torrent of blood rushing down to his already painfully hard organ.

Tikkes threw Padmé’s ivory legs over his broad shoulders, gripping her waist to draw her closer towards him. He hissed as their genitals came into contact, with the base of his cock seating itself along the length of Padmé’s wet mound, slowly sawing it between her labia. “Prepare yourself, Senator, you’re about to discover just how a Quarren kriffs his lover!”

He paused briefly, just to make sure that he was ready for his entry. Once his cock-head ever so slightly punctured Padmé’s opening, Tikkes felt lust wash over him. With a deep, rumbling growl, the Quarren lurched forth, shoving his full length deep into Padmé’s luscious canal, not giving her so much as a second to become accustomed to his substantial girth.

He jerked his hips, lifting himself onto his toes as he thrashed himself against Padmé, jamming his large cock as deep as it would go. Tikke’s testicles smacked against Padmé’s bare skin, which only made the humiliation the Naboolian had to endure just that bit worse.

“How does this feel?” Tikkes asked, gazing at Padmé, stroking her thigh. “You always were the biggest advocate for the Republic’s system, about what you considered right and wrong. Even you couldn’t keep yourself pure, this is how deals are really made, Senator Amidala, it’s gritty!”

Padmé kept up her silence, but Tikkes could tell that he was having an impact on her. Her toes flexed every time he hilted himself, her face contorted as he picked up speed, forcing the Naboolian to clamp her hands against the edge of the desk to keep herself from sliding off.

“Get ready, I’m ready to burst!” Tikkes shouted out, bringing his pace to an intolerable level, one that finally managed to draw a sound from Padmé’s lips. It was enough to bring him to his conclusion, pushing Padmé back down against the desk as he came. The first few powerful spurts filled her to the brim with his transparent black cum, sending a jolt through her body. Unable to withstand the temptation whilst the opportunity presented itself, he withdrew his shaft and aimed it towards Padmé, staining her resplendent purple gown with his seed.

Utterly spent, Tikkes stumbled back, dropping into his seat with a heavy thud. He pulled out a light green handkerchief and used it to dab away the sweat from his forehead, closing his eyes as he took a quick swig from his drink. “Unbelievable, that was just something else,” Tikkes breathed.

His eyes cracked open, hearing the sound of a very disgruntled Padmé dropping back down to the floor, sliding her feet back into her fashionable heels. Tikkes did his best to at least appear contrite as she assessed the state of herself, dropping her skirt back down just as the Quarren’s fertile seed began to leak from her pussy.

“Ahh, sorry about that, just got a bit carried away,” Tikkes barked with laughter, “haven’t had a human woman in a while.”

Padmé narrowed her eyes, her small nose flared with fury. “You have one day to get those cruisers out of Ruisto’s orbit. If they aren’t moved by then you’ll be seeing me again, and the occasion will not be as pleasurable for you as this! Are we quite clear?”

“Of course we are, I’m a Quarren of my word,” Tikkes replied defensively. Just as Padmé turned to leave, he cleared his throat, dangling the handkerchief in the air. “Before you leave, I think you might want to use this. Unsavoury questions might be asked if you’re seen in such a state. And neither of us would want that… well, perhaps you wouldn’t at least.”

Padmé reached out and snatched the handkerchief from his hand, storming out of the office at a brisk pace, dabbing the cloth against her skirt.