Escaping 66. Initiating 69 (Aayla Secura)

Aayla Secura had never been prouder of her padawan. While she had been unable to detect the change in the Force, he had noticed the moment when the Clones had turned against them. Using their combined skills was the only reason they survived.

Stealing a ship is how they had escaped. They had initially tried to reach the Temple, only to receive Obi-Wan Kenobi's message warning them not to. Aayla did not believe that the Republic could fall until she saw the video of Chancellor Palpatine, now christened as Emperor Palpatine.

The Jedi were now fugitives. They had to run to survive. Initially planning to split up, Jira convinced Aayla that staying together could increase their chances of survival. So long as they minimized their Force usage and hid their lightsabers, they might survive in the Outer Rim.

Now they were on the planet Jakku, staying in a hotel on the outskirts of the planet. They had credits taken from enemy clones, so they could afford to stay for a few days.

"Here we go. Room is all set," the Toygarian greeter told them as she led them inside. The room was fine, suitable for their needs. Aayla had no problems with it.

"Thank you, she told the greeter. The flying insectoid merely smiled.

"Think nothing of it, dearie. It's my pleasure to let a nice couple stay here."

The greeter left, closing the door on two stunned occupants.

"Is that what people think we are?" Jira asked, his tail slightly swishing behind him.

"Think nothing of it Jira." Aayla had been calling him by his name a lot more recently. She figured using "padawan" might be too risky. But it was having an effect on Jira.

"There is a shower here. I will be cleaning up. Do you think you will need it?"

"No. I think I'll just rest. I'll need to look for work tomorrow, so I should sleep," Jira said.

"Very well. Rest well," Aayla said as she turned away.

Her back to him, Jira could not stop himself from looking at his master. She was an attractive woman, he always knew that.

But recently, he had been seeing her differently. He had been noticing the curves of her body. The strength she had, both in body and in spirit. Her lips. Her smooth skin. The fact that she wore revealing outfits for mobility. The shape of her breasts and rump...

He knew that the Jedi would not approve of what he was feeling. But the council was gone. The Jedi were, in a sense, outlawed. Could he still be one? If not, were his feelings acceptable.

Shaking his head, Jira realized one thing. He would have to ask her directly.

"A couple?" Aayla pondered aloud as she washed. She could not get the greeter's comment out of her mind.

She tried to think nothing of it. To pass it off as the ignorance of common civilians. Jedi could not be coupled. Especially not a master and padawan.

But- were they still Jedi? The order was gone. Could they still call themselves that? Aayla would like to.

But doing so would mean ignoring how she felt.

Ever since Jira had shown how proficient he was in the Force, Aayla had been seeing him differently. He was strong and dependable. He was skilled, but also a pleasant presence to have around. Many times, he was the one who cheered her up when the war was starting to get to her.

And these past few months on the road, they have had to rely on each other more and more. At that time, Aayla had also noticed other things about him. How eager he was to help her. The fact that he was willing to make a sacrifice to help her. The cute way his tail moved when he was nervous. His body when he was sweating after...

Aayla shook her head in the cold water. She had to undo these feelings. They were not the Jedi way. He was younger than her, her student. She couldn't. Shouldn't.

Aayla turned off the water. She hoped rest could clear her mind. She reached for a towel, wrapping it around her body. She hoped Jira was asleep because she had left her clothing outside. She dried herself quickly and opened the door.

Only to be met with Jira waiting for her.

"Jira? What is it?"

"Master. I have an... issue."

His tail was swinging around. The way it did when he was nervous.

"Calm yourself Aayla," she told herself as she held her head up.

"What is it?"

Jira shuffled his feet. "Lately I have been feeling... a certain emotion."

Aayla frowned. "Is it fear? I know these times are uncertain, but..."

"No. It's not fear. At least, not this emotion. It is... lust."

Aayla's eyes widened momentarily, but she resolved herself. Lust? For whom?

"Who do you feel lust towards Jira?"

"It's-well... the person... it's someone..."

"Jira?"

The tailed-humanoid closed his eyes and let out the truth. "You. I feel lust for you."

For several moments, neither of them said anything.

"You should not Jira. You really shouldn't."

"But..."

"I am your master. I am supposed to teach you to be a Jedi. To exist only for the Force. I- I cannot do that if you see me in that way."

"But I do," Jira said with a new conviction. "Almost losing you when the Clones betrayed us made me see it. I don't want to live without you."

"Jira, a Jedi should not have..."

"The Jedi are gone," Jira said calmly. "The order is fractured, the council is gone. They can't help us. All we can do is survive."

Jira then did something that surprised both of them. He cupped Aayla's lekku in his hand. He did so tenderly and gently.

"I want us to survive together."

Twi'leks never let anyone touch their lekku's. Not unless that person was someone they trusted. And Aayla trusted Jira. With her life. And if he continued to stroke her lekku as gently as he was now, she would trust him with more.

Aayla let go. She let go of the Jedi, who no longer had power. She let go of the code, which no longer bound her. And she let go of the towel, allowing Jira to see her. Jira's eyes widened.

"Mast-oomph!" Jira was silenced by Aayla's lips on his, making him stumble back.

"Aayla," she breathed as he let his lips go for just a moment. "Call me Aayla."

She kissed him again, breaking him free from his inhibitions. His hands held her hips as he pulled her closer, feeling every part of her nude body. Her lekku, her breasts, her ass. He couldn't stop himself from touching her.

"Should I be the only one uncovered?" Aayla asked in a breathy voice. Jira listened, taking off his shirt and carefully taking off his shorts. He didn't want his tail to damage them.

Both free of any clothing, Jira took initiative.

"OOH!" Aayla exclaimed as Jira picked her up, his hands maintaining a strong grip on her thighs. Smiling, Aayla grabbed the back of Jira's head and kissed him deeply. Using her tongue this time.

Jira took them to the bed, where he gently placed Aayla. He began kissing down her body, relishing in the taste of her blue skin. He went lower, starting at her neck, playing with her breasts, and then her toned stomach. He was about to reach her special area when her hand grabbed his hair.

"Wait."

"Aayla?"

"There is something I wish to try."

Aayla pulled Jira forward, leaving a deep but quick kiss on his lips. She then lay him down on the bed and started to stroke his member.

"Aayla..."

"Give me a moment."

She kept stroking it, maximizing the pleasure Jira was feeling. She kept stroking until it was at the length she wanted. She then changed her position, placing her head above his cock. Likewise, Jira's head was now below her pussy.

"Aayla?"

"I will pleasure you. You will pleasure me. We do this together."

Aayla then quickly took Jira's rod into her mouth. Jira almost convulsed from the pleasure he felt. But remembering her request, he decided to return the favor. He grabbed ahold of her ass to bring her pussy to his face. He started licking at her entrance.

"UUMH!" Aayla momentarily exclaimed while Jira's cock was in her mouth, but then she refocused on the blowjob. Jira also focused on pleasuring the woman with him. He pushes his tongue deeper inside her, while his hands play with the ass above him. He squeezes and slaps the mounds of soft flesh while he continues to penetrate his master with his tongue.

Aayla's delight as Jira at her out was something she could not describe. She had laid with others before to satisfy her urges, but this was different. Being with Jira was somehow... better. Better than all of them. Was it the bond they had already shared?

Regardless, Aayla was enjoying the taste of Jira's rod. It was sweet in a way she did not expect. And she felt more of it about to come out.

Jira was in a similar position. As he continued to lick Aayla's clit, he felt a sweet taste in his he could feel more coming.

They both came, only seconds apart. Neither cared who was first. They simply enjoyed the tastes of the white juices spilling out form one another.

They both stood up after that. Aayla was about to say something, but she was stopped by Jira pressing his mouth on hers. The kiss was messy, a sharing of both cum and saliva. When he backs away, a trail of both is left between them.

"Jira?"

"Now it's my turn to try something."

Aayla's head was now on a pillow. She was resting on her right shoulder. Jira was right behind her, stroking his member to get it ready. He took her left leg and wrapped it around his waist. His cock was now aimed directly at her entrance.

Without a moment of hesitation, Jira thrusts inside of her.

"JIRA!"

Jira muses for a moment over how the greeter had called them a couple. He then focuses back on ramming his master. He builds up speed as he pumps into her, one hand holding her leg while the other plays with her breasts.

Aayla moans and screams at the pleasure her student is giving to her. His unrelenting thrusts pump pure ecstasy throughout her entire body.

"AAHH!"

Jira uses the sounds as motivation to go faster. He wants nothing more than to make the perfect woman be happy.

"You are so beautiful."

Aayla's face flushes at the praise, even as she continues to heave from Jira's relentless pushes.

"Don't stop," she orders him.

Instead, Jira changes position. Now he is taking her from the front. He catches his lover's lower lip between his teeth, a raspy growl out of him as Aayla touches his face.

Aayla locks her legs over Jira's back, whimpering slightly, her body tensed up in pleasure and need for release. Her breast bounced against his chest the more he pounds inside of her. She pushes her tongue deep into Jira's mouth, tasting him, begging for more.

Jira picks up his pace, wrapping his tail around her to bring them closer. The intimacy makes the Jedi master blush to a darker shade of blue. She twists the sheets in her hands, feeling each sharp thrust of her lover, looking up at him with lustful eyes, pupils were blown wide. Jira's orange pupils meet hers.

"I'm close," he tells her.

"I know. Don't stop."

Aayla's whole body is shaking and convulsing, her walls contracting so tightly around Jira's cock it almost hurts. Jira kisses Aayla, getting ready for what is to come.

A muffled groan escapes against her shoulder when he reaches his orgasm. Aayla reaches hers at the same time.

He releases everything inside his new lover, hearing Aayla's tiny whispers of 'yes, please, yes' as he remains balls-deep inside her to the very last shared spurt. They stop moving, except for the way their chests rise and fall with their labored breaths, both still pressed flushed together.

Still half-hard inside her, Jira carefully lays on top of her. He can feel his cum oozing out of Aayla, trickling down his balls and onto the mattress. Aayla looks at him with a hazy smile full of unrestrained affection. Jira touches her cheek with tender appreciation, his own eyes tired and happy.

"That was amazing." Jira can hardly believe it happened. A part of him wonders what sort of wonderful dreamworld the Force has sent him into.

"Why are you relaxing?" Aayla asks, a sultry undertone to her voice. Jira faces her.

"The night is not over."

Smirking, Jira brings her body to his.

"What do we do now?"

Jira and Aayla had spent the entirety of last night giving in to their passions. Something that Jedi were forbidden to do. But they weren't Jedi anymore, so they didn't care.

They both lay under the covers of the bed, nude and and warm and happy together. Aayla rested her head on Jira's shoulder.

"I don't know what the future holds. But we will face it together."

Smiling, Jira cupped Ayala's chin in his hand.

"Together."

The two of them kissed. Cementing a new type of bond between them.

I did say I would be opening up to female characters from other media. And I have recently seen Star Wars again. This idea sprouted from there.

Anyway, go ahead a leave reviews, let me know who you would like to see next.

Bye!