A New Type of Training (Shaak Ti)

Shaak Ti had been a Jedi before. That was before the Purge. Before the rise of the Empire. Before she crash-landed on Felucia.

On Felucia, she had to learn to adapt. She had to learn the planet's ecosystem to best work around. She had to cooperate with the natives to survive. Instead of her original Jedi Robes, she now wears a cream backless top with a deep V-front that shows her both bareback and shoulders, along with brown straps around her midriff. She has a light brown loincloth to help cover her groin area.

It was not the life she had expected or wanted, but she was content with it for the time being.

A few months ago, another ship had landed on the planet. Originally believing it to be Imperial, Shaak Ti had taken out her lightsaber, ready to fight. But no Stormtrooper, Inquisitor, or Jedi Hunter came out of that ship. Instead, it was a being named Jira, a former Jedi padawan who had been running from the empire for years now.

Sensing a way to help rebuild the order, Shaak Ti took it upon herself to train the lost padawan. Something she felt capable of doing.

Until now.

She didn't know if it was the energies of Felucia corrupting their minds. Or perhaps the half-reptilian padawan was in a state of heat. Whatever the case, she couldn't remember how this dilemma had begun. Her mind had been hazy, just as his mind had been.

All she knew was that their position was a compromising one. Both seated inside a tent. Shaak Ti had told the locals that they were doing meditation practice to avoid interruptions. Which was good, as she did not want anyone to come in while her and Jira's faces were only inches apart. With the distance closing.

Jira held Shaak Ti's face.

"You are so beautiful."

He kissed her.

It started slow but didn't stay that way for long. Heat burned behind the facade of their Jedi calm, shouldering in intensity that bordered dangerously on passion.

Shaak Ti tried halfheartedly to back away. "We shouldn't. We..."

Jira kissed her chin. "Shouldn't we? What does your heart say?"

Shaak Ti's heart was beating too hard and fast for her to hear it. But her body was speaking to her loudly and clearly. She wanted this. She had never been embraced like this. Never been touched in any manner such as this. Jedi were not supposed to fall into passions.

So why did it feel so good?

In moments Shaak-Ti was on his lap, hands tugging his leather skins apart to press his skin against her. She shivered as the heat of their bodies met. His hands were strong on her back, fingers running over smooth skin and tight muscles. For a few moments that was all, there was to it, needy hands and hungry kisses.

Then her hands went lower.

Jira looked down. The outline of him was clear inside his thin underwear. He met Master Ti's gaze as she hooked her fingers in the waistband and drew them down. With a sharp intake of breath, his swollen cock sprang free, standing upright in his lap. It was larger than he'd ever seen it before, achingly hard, the lightly tanned skin taut and shiny.

As he watched, and breathed, Shaak Ti wrapped her cool fingers around it, stroking it lightly as she held it in place. Swinging first one leg, then the other over his own, she straddled him smoothly. As she leaned over her breast swung pendulously and bumped against the side of his face. He shuddered as the soft skin brushed against his cheek. Breathe in, breathe out.

She adjusted her skirt with one hand and looked into his face. "Feel the Force, Jira. Stay in your center. Are you ready?"

Mouth open, he nodded. Was this really happening?

Hand still holding his cock up, Shaak Ti bent her knees. When his swollen tip brushed against her soft, wet folds he nearly forgot the Force existed.

"Master…" He breathed, and then she lowered herself onto him. He was enveloped in smothering, slick heat as he felt his head push past her snug opening and slide smoothly inside of her. Her tight walls squeezed his shaft as she settled on top of him, sending powerful shivering sensations up into his chest. He felt firm, bare flesh under her skirt press against his thighs as she sat down. Jira bit his lip hard enough to hurt, fingers grasping desperately at the flat stone.

He groaned and his hands went to her hips, filling his fingers with her body the same way he was filling her up. This was heaven, more empowering than the Force had ever been. He was inside Jedi Master Shaak Ti.

"Uhh."

Her tight cunt slid down his cock until he was completely buried inside of her, deeper than ever before. Then before he could prepare himself, Master Ti flexed her powerful legs and started to bounce on his throbbing length. She steadily, punishingly dropped herself on him, using almost her entire weight to drive his cock into her sex. Reaching behind her to hold onto his thighs, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts into the air.

The pleasure was overwhelming, her driving rhythm forcing the air out of his lungs. Gritting his teeth, Jira reached up and wrapped his fingers around her breasts. Shaak Ti's eyes widened slightly as he squeezed the soft flesh, hungrily fondling her large, teardrop tits. Jira starred back unabashedly.

He captured her thick, wine-dark nipples, twisting them slightly as he rolled them between the pads of his fingers. She breathed in sharply, and Jira felt a rush of exhilaration. What else could he get away with?

Still roughly groping her with one hand, he slid the other down her body, trailing it along the soft red skin of her hips and then her back, lower and lower until he found the firm behind that she was bouncing on him. He breathed in sharply as he ran his hand across her large, round ass. He kneaded one soft cheek, feeling the tight muscles flexing beneath while more ample flesh escaped his grasp.

"N-no..." Shaak Ti was still trying to give herself some form of control. She knew that this was forbidden under the Jedi Code. Even with the council gone, she had a duty to serve the code, not herself. But Jira's member relentlessly penetrating her nether regions made it harder and harder to regain control. She had little opportunity to do so.

And Jira had no intention to give her a chance.

Jira circled both his arms and his tail around her waist, trapping her lithe, strong body to him, holding her in place. Then he started pistoning his cock in and out of her pussy as hard and fast as he could.

The effect was almost instantaneous. He felt her walls start to crumble and then within seconds they shattered into dust as she let go of her calm and the torrential storm of pleasure contained inside of her exploded outward. A blast of Force energy swept over his mind like being slapped in the face with a bolt of lightning.

Shaak Ti let out a high, wordless scream that shook with the rhythm of his fucking, her lekku twitching violently against his body, fingers latching into his hair.

"I want this. I want it, I want it, I want it..." She repeated his mantra back to him, eyes squeezed shut, voice breathless and choked with desperation. "Yes, yes, yes, oh…" Her words dissolved into wanton moans as she squirmed and arched her back, hungrily taking his frenzied thrusts.

Jira couldn't help but groan as well as he felt their shared ecstasy reverberate through both their bodies and the Force. The raw, unrestrained power of her arousal in the Force was overwhelming, almost frightening. It vibrated through his body, deep inside him, and along with his cock like he was sitting inside a huge metal bell while it tolled.

"By the Force!" Shaak Ti cried. "Harder, deeper…" It wasn't the stern instruction of a Master but the urgent pleading of a lover. She looked over her shoulder at her thick, crimson ass bouncing violently as he pounded her. He slipped his hands from around her waist to dig his fingers into her perfectly shaped cheeks, spreading them apart so he could drive even deeper inside of her. He slowed slightly and began drawing himself farther out of her each time to slam the length of his cock back inside in one hard motion.

She groaned rhythmically with every thrust, looking into his face for the first time since the awakening of her passion. Her lips were parted, midnight-blue eyes wide with pleasure and burning with lust.

"Do you want me to… stop now, Master?" He asked, between groans and quick, shallow breaths. In the haze of pleasure and Force energy, it didn't feel so bold to speak to her this way. It didn't matter that she was a Jedi Master. He was making her scream.

She shook her head, locking her gaze onto his. "Fuck me, Jira… keep fucking me like that… I need it, I need, I need it…"

He grunted and felt a line of Force energy ripple from inside of him straight down his cock like an electric shock. He felt her pussy clench and her breath caught with a surprise.

"Mmmm, naughty, dirty Padawan…" Master Ti half-panted, half-purred into his ear. "Use the Force… give your Master that great big cock… Taste me, Jira..."

She cupped her full breasts in her hands and brought them to his lips. Jira groaned and buried his face in them, licking and suckling her luscious tits, the soft flesh filling his view, undulating with the motion of their fucking. She gripped his head as he sucked one thick, dark rose nipple into his mouth and battered it with his tongue. He let his teeth graze the stiff nub and Shaak Ti shivered, almost tearing his hair out of his head. Her eyes went wide and then she bucked her hips down onto him.

"Oh my… finish me, Padawan, please finish me, do it hard, make me scream…"

Jira reached inwards for the well of power fueled by their shared pleasure and with the strength of the Force on his side, rocketed his hips at a blazing speed, frantically impaling her with his cock.

Her moans turned into screams and she pressed her face in his shoulder. She tugged and twisted her own nipples roughly, sucking the skin over his collarbone into her mouth as he pumped her wildly. All thoughts went out of his mind other than giving her the most pleasure he was physically capable of. He wanted so badly to see her undone, make the intimidating, beautiful, powerful Jedi Master lose herself in ecstasy.

"Yes, that's it, Jira! Just like that, just like that, don't stop, don't stop-"

Her whole body suddenly stiffened against him. Her perfect, wet cunt squeezed tight around him, and she pressed back against his body, all of her muscles tensing as she writhed in his arms, her knees coming together, legs shaking violently. "Oh—oh… come for me, Jira, give it to me!" Shaak Ti whimpered as her orgasm took her.

Jira let go of his Force-powered stamina and came, releasing all that had been building up since she first touched him. The world went white for a second and he felt like his cock throb inside her clenching pussy. Then he buried himself deep inside the Jedi Master and pumped his hot cum into her until it hurt.

He closed his eyes and opened up all of the valves in his mind, letting all of his feelings and sensations of the night flood out into the Force and pour into her mind. He felt her take them in hungrily and give back her own, their minds melding as they shared in each other's ecstasy until it formed into one rippling tidal wave of mental pleasure that tore them both apart.

They lay there on the floor for a while, panting, and Jira felt his Force-powered stamina fade away, aching exhaustion entering his body. Shaak Ti fared no better.

"What now?"

The question hung over both of them as they lay on the ground, their bodies cuddled together. Shaak Ti lifted her head above Jira's.

"I don't know."

After a slight moment of hesitation, Shaak Ti pressed her lips onto his. Tenderly at first, before passion took them both again.

"But I wish to face it with you," she whispered onto his lips.

Both of them simultaneously decided that training wasn't over yet. Shaak Ti slid her nude body over Jira's, prepping them both for another session. And another. And however many more they decided to have that day.

That would become their routine on Felucia. Training every day.

Jira and Shaak Ti would continue their relationship. Even when Jira earned the right to call himself a Knight, he chose to stay with her. And when the empire fell and the Jedi Order was reborn, they were both welcomed as masters. They taught students to control themselves as they used the Force, and how to form attachments that would not lead to the dark side. Just like their attachment to one another.

And soon after that, they would both welcome a new life to the galaxy.

Been in a Star Wars mood lately. Might just do Ahsoka next. Or Padme. Any thoughts?

Later!