I drew this sometime around the year 2000.
The Rodian slipped quietly into the chambers of his mark. He was told she was a Jedi, but he believed the element of surprise was on his side. She was asleep, that much he knew from the sensors he had planted in her bed frame while she was out fucking the Corellian Senator, whose political foe had paid him substantially to collect a sample of her dna so she could be traced to his quarters.
But is a Jedi every truly asleep?
Furious for waking her from a dream... she'd been fucking her precious Senator in the Chancellor's Office during a pivotal speech and she was on the verge of orgasm when she awoke with sudden alarm. She was not alone.
Furious, and with an anger she thought she'd learned to temper, she jumped from bed, landed squarely in front of the intruder and relieved him of the arm that carried what appeared to be an empty vial.
The Rodian would surely die before the night was out. But not until she had the orgasm he had denied her, which she planned to take from him. She would allow him his orgasm and then, completing what would be her final step toward the dark side, she would deny him of his next breath. She cringed inside at her own plans, knowing full well this will only be the first of many that would die as their cocks emptied for her.