The fights never seemed to end on Ord Mantell, and it was made worse when a Sith Warlord had a personal vendetta against the Knight. Running around the war-torn planet was exhausting, but she had a duty to uphold... She was a Knight of the Republic, giving up would cost thousands of innocent lives - So there wasn't a moment to waste. There was far more than her comfort on the line now...
Her focus was on the task at hand... On a casual setting she would have sensed the absence within the small object in her shoe, that it was much like the 'Listening Devices' she had disposed of earlier. However, she had been through too much to even think about the little discomforts.
Mat had been with her for what seemed like days, but he was doing a much better job of keeping safe inside of her boot than he normally did. Drenched in sweat he hung onto a loose piece of string from her insole, his body ravaged with an intense pleasure that made it incredibly hard to keep the focus he needed to keep from being underfoot. [REDACTED]. The digits would come down as she'd crouch, forcing the air out of his lungs and sending a wave of pleasure through his body. Her skin was soft and well cared for, covered in sweat - It was slick, and each movement sent a shock of raw pleasure through his body that was nearly crippling.
How long would he last? His body was weak, his mind failing as he coped with the raw pleasure of his experience. The smell was intoxicating, like a drug... Her foot-wraps didn't keep her from sweating between her toes. It was torture, and without a presence in the force, she couldn't feel his intense emotions beneath her foot. She couldn't even tell of his absence since she wasn't paying attention to him.
He was debris, and that was how he would die... Days, weeks? How may battles would she fight with her passenger roasting under her toes?~