Daruza

•All eras of Star Wars, crossovers encouraged. •Detailed. •New to Twitter RP, not new to SWRP. •18+ themes, lewd is subjective and earned. •Always looking for allies, slave girls, and mercenaries to work for me. #OpenRP #MVRP #SWRP #AnyRP ↻ & ♡ for the Hutt.

@melodicmyra Rubbery fingers tickle her chin, leaving a sticky residue. “You may do so.” As best as she can anyway, give the enormity of his large, sluglike frame.

@HuttSultan “You’ve taken good care of me, master Daruza. Shall I embrace you?”

Muna’ycha, cheekta nyuma. Bwohohoho!

// I really do have to point out that my writing encompasses more than just a desire for slave girl debauchery. I really do try to revel in the lore and characterization of Daruza and his entourage. You won’t see this in feed as much. You’re just gonna have to trust me ;^)))

“That’s right, little Cheekta. Grovel. Beg. You are just like the rest. Beneath me. Worthy only to serve. Bwohohoho

@melodicmyra A tubby hand pats her casually before settling on her shoulder possessively, the Hutt’s thick tail rippling at her touch. A new pilot makes his entrance, a handsome hotshot boasting about the prowess of his ship and promising the gangster lucrative shipments.

@HuttSultan The quiet yet ever-present Myra sat within the curl of Daruza’s large bloated tail. She carefully eyed those who approached her master as she reclined against him. Her hand lightly caressing the ribbed texture of his tail to keep the Hutt in a semi-relaxed mood during this time

The mighty Daruza awaits the next round of petitions. Yet be wary, for his moods are fickle and his temper legendary. Those who cannot provide the proper reverence of address will be confined to his dungeons. Those who waste His Excellency’s time will be fed to his menagerie…

@melodicmyra Unfortunately for the young Twi’lek, she had yet to witness her new liege in his more barbaric element, For now, he was a reasonable - if repulsive - Hutt sultan. Later however, she might find herself serving at the whims of a cruel despot, with no options save her own survival.

@HuttSultan While Myra was aloof to lord Daruza’s true intentions, she didn’t seem to mind the fact that she was leaving her life of a club waitress for one as a Hutt’s consort. Regardless, he seemed to treat her well which made her all the more eager to be one of his personal maidens.

“Yeah, I can serve drinks all night long but, I like to dance for everyone’s entertainment as well! Sit down and enjoy the show!” 🩵

@melodicmyra A morbidly obese Hutt, even by his kind’s own standards, Daruza’s bulbous gut sloshes and jiggles as Myra rubs against it, an oily glaze upon her features. Her offer earns a predatory glint in his eyes, his fat tail stiffening. “Mm…Perhaps..” His hand roams her back wantonly.

@HuttSultan After Myra set aside the bowl, she resumed to press herself against his squishy girth and caress his full belly to ease his digestion. His comments made her continue to blush, which increased her efforts to please him. “Shall I massage you in your private chamber, master?”

Daruza spends an especially boring day puffing on his hookah, letting streams of smoke leave his uneven nostrils. Just a few smuggling arrangements to conclude. But what he could really use is a fresh aquarium of live snacks, and a dancer or two to entertain him.

@melodicmyra Unbeknownst to her, the Hutt lord had visited this bar of hers on business. The hold of his yacht now held some infamous prisoners gathered at this rendezvous. Fetching a pretty new slave girl was just a bonus. “I have no regrets, little one. Only delights to share with you.”

@HuttSultan “Thank you lord Daruza!” She was eager to accompany him as part of his entourage. Once she handled his empty cups, she helped escort his dais out of the club where she would walk beside him to his star ship. “I promise you won’t regret this decision, mighty Daruza”

@melodicmyra Watching her bowed in supplication fuels the gangster’s desire further. He takes up one of the larger drinks she had left and downs it in a greedy gulp, considering her. “Back to my palace then. There, you will be prepared for me proper, girl.”

@HuttSultan “Gladly, lord Daruza” Myra replied as she pressed herself against the Hutt, willingly prostrating herself before him. She was eager to please him and prove herself a fine addition to his harem.

@melodicmyra The poor creatures squeal as the disgusting Hutt chews and swallows, slobber dribbling. “Nothing like a cute girl to bring out the flavor,” Daruza chortles as he eats. With half the bowl empty and his belly sated, the Hutt is free to casually fondle her, slimy hands at her body..

@HuttSultan Her mood improved when he praised her for completing the task. Myra leaned against Daruza’s slimy blubber before plunging the squirming frog into his greedy mouth. Her hand became tainted by his fetid slobber yet she retracted it and continued to feed him another and another…

@melodicmyra Daruza never grows tired of the enthusiasm of Twi’leks. Foul lips gleam with spittle as he looks at the lovely girl yearning to attend him. Usually these sorts required taking by force. A prize offered was a rarity. “You will join my court then.” He takes her chin, grinning.

@HuttSultan “I would love nothing more than to be one of your loyal personal servants, please take me Lord Daruza” Myra replied, practically begging to go with the Hutt. If he saw great value in her, then she would do whatever it took to maintain it. A divine beauty serving a repulsive beast

@melodicmyra Watching her leave, the bloated Hutt ogles her, admiring the twist of her shapely hips. As she returns with the murky frog bowl, Daruza groans eagerly, a fat arm hugging around her as the living treat is pushed towards his mouth. “Much better, Myra Kahnkee!” He praises.

@HuttSultan Myra had taken the liberty of supplying the grand Hutt lord with a platter of roasted paddy frogs, offering it to him as she stood by his side. The life of being a Hutt’s serving girl wasn’t what she had hoped but it was best she do as she was commanded in order to stay alive.

@melodicmyra @Wine_Dancer Daruza was hardly in a bad mood, despite Myra’s candor, but he had to be strict with his slaves. It kept them serving to the best of their ability, knowing one wrong move could spell disaster. With his lovely pet fondling him softly, he gives her a slimy headpat. “Good girl.”

@HuttSultan @Wine_Dancer Myra relaxed her hand on the end of his bloated tail, gently caressing it. While she felt rather shamed by the Hutt’s remarks, he was technical right. Her job is to serve his desires without question, and should she make a mistake, she would answer for it.

Leia is, despite her words, still quite loyal to the Hutt. Even if Leia never comes off the chain, she still has learned to enjoy the executions that happen on the Sail Barge. She's currently ignoring the crowd moving to a better position, focusing on the poor sap on the skiff.

@melodicmyra She already has his interest, with Daruza favoring Twi’lek females in his personal harem . Myra’s beauty matched her submission; the Hutt would love nothing more than to claim her for himself. “I am very rich. You could come away and serve me. Plenty of money to be made.”

@HuttSultan Myra beamed with a pleased smile and chuckled softly, hugging Daruza’s large belly a bit more. Something told her that she was on the right path to gaining the Hutt’s favor. “You honor me with your words of praise, lord Daruza. Thank you”

@melodicmyra The carcass of the roasted frog is devoured messily, the Hutt lord’s scum-ridden tongue lapping and smacking as he chews. Though they taste better fresh, Daruza is never one to turn down good food and alluring company. “ See to it you do, my pet. Fetch another…”

@HuttSultan Myra nodded with a slightly blush of embarrassment. She breasted herself in her thoughts from failing this simple task yet obliged to feed Daruza what she had brought him. Grabbing one morsel, she popped it into his cavernous reeking maw. “I will correct my mistake master Daruza”

@melodicmyra @Wine_Dancer “I suppose I should expect lapses from one so simple and pretty…” Daruza comments in a mocking sneer. His thick, slimy tail stirs nearby, brushing the Twi’lek’s thigh with a probing tip. “I would hear only worship and flattery from such soft lips.”

@HuttSultan @Wine_Dancer “Yes, great and mighty Daruza. Please forgive me if I offended you” She replied obediently and remained silent while sitting against his soft girth, respectingth Hutt’s authority over her.

@melodicmyra The immense kingpin laughs, his huge belly wobbling and rocking Myra awkwardly against him. “A girl who knows what she wants from life. To covet wealth is a mark of flattery to my kind,” Daruza notes the way she leans into him and adds, “I think I might like you serving me.”

@HuttSultan Myra didn’t want to lie to such a notorious Hutt lord but she did confess her true intentions. “I do love getting credits for my work, but for some, credits are just a bonus…” She replied, leaning a bit more into his blobby form as she felt great relief the way he caressed her.

@melodicmyra Pungent slime dribbling from his chins at her delicate touch, Daruza runs a chubby hand up her sumptuous lekku, petting the sensitive flesh. “How loyal are you really? Is it just credits you desire…?” Clumsily, he gives her a squeeze, seemingly ignorant her reaction.

@HuttSultan Myra bowed her head to him before approaching his side, gently leaning against his slimy, bloated bulk. She stretched out a hand across his large gut to caress some of it upon his invitation. “As you desire, mighty Daruza. My loyalty to the hutts is unwavering…”