You considered Phasma a friend and even harbored deeper affections for her, but you weren’t sure what her thoughts on interspecies relationships or hook ups were.īut that night, she made herself very clear. You laughed and hopped overboard, able to trust her now after many months together. “I won’t kill you if you don’t try to capture me,” Phasma said. “I promise, and I’m a mermaid of my word.” You’d bring her little trinkets from your travels across various seas and she’d share stories of the men she lured to their deaths and her adventures below the surface.Īnd then one night, she invited you off of your ship and onto her rock. Your visits to Phasma on her rock became more frequent, so much so that she was able to predict what time you’d come and when. “You don’t have to,” you replied. “I get it.”

“Thank you,” Phasma said. “I… I don’t know what more to say.” It fit perfectly and you caught the smile - a rare sight, you could easily guess - that graced her face. You went to respectfully gaze away but she told you it was okay and then put on the new armor.

Phasma was not shy when she stripped of her existing armor, exposing her chest, bare breasts - modest in size, yet with a nice curve still - and extremely toned abdomen. “Of course I’m back,” you said. “I told you, I’m a woman of my word, and a promise is a promise. “You’re back,” Phasma said almost flatly – almost. Some backwater planet had a crafty blacksmith that made it practical, taking her breasts and more narrow waist into consideration while still being sturdy and built well for battle. It had taken you less time than anticipated to acquire some armor for her that would fit her properly. Your grin was practically wider that the horizon when you sailed back to Phasma’s little rock near the shore on her planet.

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