Pre Chapter notes
This is a spin-off of my other work, Call Me Aayla. It's a good read albeit long, but if you want more context, read Act 2 of that to get the full picture.
Also read rlly other shorter story Sweet Dreams, also starring Shaak Ti.
!Lemon warning!
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The air was still and cool, the lights of the city below poking up like tiny flames as distant streams of hovercraft flowed into the sunless horizon.
Her scarlett ass cheeks undulated as they got plowed into by the woman dominating her from behind, two pairs of red thighs sliding against each other as a meat-equipped pelvis rammed into her rear repeatedly as smacking sounded throughout-
Her red and white tattooed fists clenched around the pillow behind her head, her eyebrows furrowing as her lip began to quiver, turning onto her side.
Her dominated spooned her as the duo writhed against one another, powerful hands darting around her breasts and womanhood as a mighty rod sawed in and out of it slowly, throwing her into a stupor as the woman moaned out her name in pleasure-
Her body began to tremble as she murmured incoherent words in her sleep, subconscious anxiety spilling out as she began to panic, her nails digging into the cushions beneath her head.
"Oooh Shaak!"
"Shaak?"
The Togruta's eyes shot open as she felt someone's hand caressing her arm, their voice filled with alarm.
It was just a dream.
Sighing, she rolled into her back, coming face to face with Aayla Secura, who was looking down at her with worried and tired eyes.
"I'm okay." Shaak mumbled wearily, rubbing her eyes. "It was just a nightmare."
"Are you really?" Aayla asked concernedly, brushing a lekku over her shoulder as she nestled in close, one of her large breasts sliding over Shaak's arms. "You had one the other night, too."
The Togruta stretched, shifting around slightly as she yawned.
"Yeah, I'm fine, really really." She assured her blue bedmate as she slipped out from the sheets and headed to the bathroom. "I'll be right back, go back to sleep."
"Okay." Aayla sleepily called after her, laying back down amidst a large yawn.
Minutes later, Shaak found herself at a table next to the large glass wall in their apartment, going over data tablet after data tablet, occasionally looking out over the view, the sun still hours away from rising. She sighed as she looked back down, the screen glowing blue light up at her, words cascading down the page like an endless waterfall; unfortunately, she felt no more tired than when she first woke up, hoping the light reading would wear herself out again. Reaching over to a mug she placed on the table next to the pads, she brought it to her lips and sipped on the orange liquid within, taking down small amounts every couple of minutes as she slid her fingers across the display, going from report to report, different news headlines and war updates from multiple different systems traversing across her device.
An hour and two refills later, she was still absorbed in the goings on in the galaxy, so transfixed on the current manual she had on the screen that she didn't hear the silent footsteps sneaking up on her; she nearly jumped as two hands slowly planted onto her naked shoulders from behind, pair of lips kissing the top of her head.
"You didn't come back." Aayla mumbled forlornly as she nuzzled against the Togruta, clothed only in a white silken shirt as she massaged her lover's neckline.
Shaak's eyes closed as she relished the smoothness of Aayla's procedure, leaning back in the chair, her head tails pressing against her partner's pillowy breasts.
"Sorry, babe, I couldn't fall asleep again." She apologized quietly.
"Shh sh, it's okay." Aayla assured softly as she continued to rub. "Come back to bed with me, I'll help you."
Intertwining their fingers, Shaak let her girlfriend pull her out of the chair, away from the window and back to the bed in the other room. Laying down, she closed her eyes as she felt the blue woman slide in beside her and begin to soothingly rub her stomach in a slow, rhythmic pace.
"You're tired." She heard Aayla speak, sensing the Force in her words. "It's okay, I'm right here with you. Rest."
She felt her addled brain begin to slip back into the numbness of sleep once more, feeling a squishy warm body wrap around hers as she drifted away.
—
"Hi, Shaak!"
Ahsoka happily greeted her as the Jedi walked into the Jedi Temple's entry chamber, pillars of solid marble towering into the ceiling above between large statues of past Masters, the rising sun casting shadows down beneath the tall figureheads. Adorned with concealing brown robes and a warm beverage in hand, she watched as the peppy Padawan jogged up to her in her usual revealing two-piece, her jiggling orange tits nearly hopping out of her small top; she wondered how the younger Togruta managed to wear such clothes that surely would've been deemed inappropriate for a Jedi to be clad in, but alas, here she came to torment the sleep deprived Jedi.
"Ahsoka, perhaps it would be better to call me Master Ti when in a public space." Shaak suggested, wearily rubbing some crusted sleep remnants out of her eyes with her free hand. "It would set a better example for younger Padawans and would show that you have great respect for your other Masters as well. Plus, it's just a good habit."
"Oh, of course, Master." Ahsoka giggled. "I just wanted to know when our next training session was."
A look of desperation cascaded down Shaak's face.
"Ahsoka, it's only been a month since our incarceration in a Sith Temple with a horny Force wielder as our captor." She expressed, somewhat flabbergasted.
"Yeah, it's been a month already!" Ahsoka exclaimed, being mindful to lower her voice as a pair of Temple guards stored past them towards the entrance. "I'm ready to start learning again! I've been… teaching some moves to Bariss and she really loves them!"
"You've what?" Shaak pulled her to the side of the entryway, hushing her voice. "You and Bariss have been…" She stumbled over the words.
"Yeah, and it's been great!" Ahsoka confirmed it brightly. "She's great, really good in bed! We should do a double night with her and Aayla!"
Shaak shook her head tiredly.
"Right now, I just need to do some paperwork and catch up on some reading." She expressed as she rubbed her temples and took a sip from the drink in her hand. "I'll consider it later. Now, you probably have some responsibilities of your own to attend to, don't you?"
"Yes." Ahsoka sighed as she began to wander off. "I'll see you around!"
"Wonderful." Shaak muttered as she continued inside.
Walking through the sunlit halls of the temple, Shaak had her eyes slightly shut to block out the light as she made her way to the library; her drink was completely gone by now, having tossed the disposable cup in a garbage chute hours ago, and she now entered into the hall of never-ending book cases. She halfheartedly scanned the wall of electronic data modules that took up the hundreds of shelves for anything interesting that could keep her mind occupied as she continued her medical leave from service which was still going to last another two months. She groaned as the overwhelming volume of choice ignited a dull headache in her skull, her hand reaching up to rub her forehead as she continued to scan through the various book cases regarding a multitude of topics, none particularly sticking out to her.
Picking some out, she trudged over to a nearby table, setting down the three-stack to the side and taking a seat. The library was quiet this early in the morning, as it usually was this time of day, the occasional Jedi or tour group walking by in the background as her eyes glazed over the screen. Eventually, she was in a completely different world as the one around her faded away, her sleep deprived senses dulling to the point where she wasn't even reading the words anymore, just moving her gaze across the page; so lost was she that she failed to notice once again someone walking up behind her until a finger tapped her in the shoulder; she found herself back in reality as the frustration from being interrupted began to grow as she started to turn to face the newcomer.
"Ahsoka, I told you I'd consider-" She began to scold until he stopped dead in her tracks.
Before her stood a beautiful Nautolan woman, wrapped in tan Jedi garb, a series of head tails hanging down behind the green skinned warrior, two completely black eyes staring back at the Togruta. The Nautolan's stance was that of an awkward child who'd awoken a parent from slumber as she rubbed her hands together nervously.
"Hey." The Nautolan greeted sheepishly.
The Nautolan wrapped her arms around Shaak's head and began to play with her head tails while Shaak embraced her right back, red arms surrounding the green woman's waist and grinding her back and forth on her snatch, sensually humming as the pair slowly danced
Shaak shook herself out of it.
"Uh… hey."
"Listen, I know what you're probably thinking." The green woman gandered. "When we were in there, the Sith Temple on Moraband… those dreams we had while we were imprisoned were…."
"Cohabited?" Shaak finished, spinning her chair around to face her guest.
"Yeah." The Nautolan looked towards the ground, her cheeks glowing blue with embarrassment.
"Listen, Ms…"
"Yemi." The woman looked up and offered a hand, to which the Togruta shook. "Jedi Knight. I was lured there while on a solo mission in the Gelbin system."
"Shaak Ti." She introduced herself. "I was with Padawan Ahsoka Tano on a survey route when she boarded our ship."
"Oh yeah I remember Ahsoka!" Yemi chuckled lightly. "Man can she be upfront!"
Shaak chuckled right back.
"You're telling me. I'm the one who has to work with her often."
"True, true!"
The pair laughed together for a moment until it was overcome with silence.
"Listen, I was meaning to come find you sooner but I wasn't sure how to…" Yemi stumbled over her words. "What we experienced in that dream… it's been on my mind lately and it's been sorta messing with sleep and all that. I feel like if we just get everything out in the open together, we can move on from this whole situation and make our lives less of a hassle, you know?"
"I totally agree!" Shaak confirmed eagerly. "It's been on my mind a lot, too, and it's probably what's been keeping me up lately."
Yemi chuckled again, curling her arms underneath her chest which Shaak just noticed seemed extremely bodacious, something she didn't really take account of when they had first met on Moraband.
"When would work for you?" The Nautolan asked, flashing a brilliant smile with her perfect white teeth, making Shaak's heart flutter.
"Uh… I don't know." She confessed, shrugging. "I'm free whenever, pretty much."
"Great!" Yemi exclaimed excitedly. "I mean… good. Dravin's tomorrow at 1800 hours?"
"Sounds like a plan." Shaak smiled back.
"Great!" The green woman confirmed as she backed away. "I mean… yeah, great!"
And with that, the Nautolan turned and soon disappeared behind the forest of bookshelves.
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"You're meeting that Nautolan woman that we met in the Temple?" Aayla asked quizzically as water ran down her naked body.
Steam billowed up around her as her soapy hands glided up and down her figure, massaging her fun bags with one hand while another caressed her navel, the white substance cascading her blue skin. Mist coated the glass-walled shower she occupied as she spied her girlfriend attending to her image in the mirror above the sink a couple feet away, her red body distorted by the condensation covering the reflective surface.
"Yeah, I guess I am." Shaak wagered as she dapped some subtle makeup beneath her eyelid off her face with a towel, revealing the bags that had formed there. "It was kind of an awkward encounter I'll admit but if this helps us both get over our… sleeplessness, then I'm all for it."
"Where is Dravin's? I've never been there before." Aayla asked curiously as she turned to the side, Shaak taking a quick glance at her partner's amazing outline through the steam coated shower wall.
"It's mostly a Clone hangout, maybe a bar type of establishment, near the main garrison but kind of out of the way." Shaak relayed as she continued mopping her cheeks. "It's one or two levels down I think. It'll be easy to find, I would assume."
"Well, just be careful." Aayla requested as she continued to coat her body in sweet smelling oils. "It's only a level or two below the surface world but could still be a bit… shady."
Shaak smirked as she turned and walked up to the glass, watching Aayla do the same while wiping out a hole in the condensation for her to see through, twin meat jugs squishing against the fogged glass beneath her chin.
"Babe, I told you, I'll be fine." Shaak assured her as she smiled at her Twilek. "You don't need to worry about me."
"I know!" Aayla raised her hands in defiance. "I'm just saying you can never be to precautious."
"Of course." The Togruta smirked.
"Also," Aayla's tone grew more serious for a moment. "If you and Yemi need to… hash out your experience in a physical way, just know I'm all for it if it helps you get better."
Shaak smiled once more at her companion, who's nervous expression sent tingles around her heart.
"You're amazing." She admitted.
"Not as much as you." Aayla chuckled back. "I just want to make sure that you get back to 100%. By the way, are you going to need to shower soon? I'm almost done."
Feeling a love-induced hunger begin to build up inside her, Shaak loosed the ties of the bathrobe that hung around her and felt it crumple to the ground. Light from the dim orange fluorescent tubes on either side of the mirror cascaded over her hot figure, highlighting the curves around her muscled arms, supple amazingly formed breasts, her slender but chiseled stomach, her round ass cheeks and mighty thighs. Her green eyes filled with pent up longing as she strode over to the shower door and pulled it open.
"I think I'll hop in now." Shaak smirked as she felt the stream of water encompass her.
"Mmm Shaak!" Aayla giggled as the pair met within the shower wall, their bodies meshing together as their lips met.
Their figures moved against each other, water coating them as Shaak grinded against her lover, sending moans out of Aayla's mouth; she backed Aayla towards the glass wall, two gargantuan blue ass cheeks flattening against the see through barrier as twin lekku pressed against it above them. The kissing continued, the sounds getting more sloppy as two red hands slid down Aayla's back as her mouth became freed.
"Shaak!" Aayla gasped, pressing her hands against the glass down either side of her to stabilize herself.
The red hands wrapped themselves around her massive rear and squeezed, eliciting more euphoric moaning out of the blue woman; the kissing turned into sucking noises as the Twilek gasped once more, her hands darting from the wall to the woman in front of her who was now on their knees. The condensation on the clear surface distorted the view of the duo as the Twilek writhed in place, her cries cascading around the room as a red figure knelt before her, lips slurping at her womanhood hungrily like a lollipop.
"Ooohhh Shaak!" Aayla groaned as she felt her lover's tongue slobber over her hot zone with increasing ferocity as saliva dripped from her waist line.
The ocean colored Jedi moaned in ecstasy as her lover devoured her from inside her clit, vibrations running up her arched back as she felt her legs quiver with excitement as the Togruta made her home between the thick columns, running red hands up and down them as to induce a faster release. Wishing to grant the hungry Jedi better access, she lifted a thick meaty thigh over one of Shaak's shoulders and rested the mighty leg down upon it, the red woman's warm cheeks brushing against it.
"Ooooo!"
Shaak knew exactly what Aayla liked and exactly how to accomplish it, slowly but sensually sliding her tongue around in circles as her partner strained against the vice grip she had around her gargantuan derrière. Looking up, she hungrily eyed her shower-mate's large cannons that wobbled with every slight movement, the blue orbs showering water down over Aayla's toned stomach and onto her face. She felt Aayla's hands grip her horn-like green and white head tails as she picked up the pace with her tongue procedures, eager to move up her partner's body.
"Uunnhh I'm ready, Shaak!" Aayla called out in a husky voice as she readied to unload. "Take what's rightfully yours-ooooh!"
Hours later, they found themselves on the bed, sheets flown aside, their naked bodies heaving as they laid next to each other, their eyes wide and filled with surprise at the event which had just occurred.
"Holy Force, babe." Aayla exclaimed as she looked over at her partner. "That was amazing."
"Mm thanks." Shaak smiled, her eyes still locked to the ceiling. "I haven't felt that into it in a while."
"That was the first time you took top since we got back from Moraband." Aayla remembered as she rolled onto her side to face the Togruta. "How're you feeling?"
"Tired." Shaak sighed as she looked into her lover's eyes. "I think that'll be all from me for now."
Aayla smiled back as her hand rubbed a red arm soothingly.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
Shaak pondered the request; she could still feel the lustful fire burning inside her, ready to go another couple hours with the goddess laying next to her. She denied herself the opportunity, feeling her own weariness begin to creep in.
"Be my blanket?" She asked as Aayla's smile endured.
"Of course, baby."
With that, the Twilek pulled the sheets that had condensed at the end of the bed over them as she slid on top of her bedmate, warm bodies meeting. Shaak hummed as she watched the love of her life rest on top of her as her hands massaged Aayla's sides as they kissed once more; Aayla drooped her head to one side of Shaak's face, making sure to move her lekku out of the way as she nuzzled up to her red cheek. Feeling her partner's massive breasts envelop her own, she moved a hand downwards and squeezed a meaty ass cheek as they drifted off to sleep.
—
"Aaaaughh!"
Shaak roared as she exerted all her strength into topping her combatant, grinding her pelvis against the much thicker and mightier one of her adversary.
"Mmm good work, Jedi!" Darth Dystra complimented tauntingly as she watched the Togruta pump away at her in an attempt to dominate her. "You put up a good fight!"
Shaak moved even faster, her anxiety fueling her sex drive as she knew the second she slowed down, the tides would turn again, her breasts bouncing up and down as she watched the much bustier Sith Lord massage her own jugs.
"You put up a good fight, and you did manage to top me," Dystra congratulated her as Shaak grunted and gasped. "So I think you deserve a tasty reward."
Seconds later, Shaak was on her back, her hands locked with Dystra's red ankles as she helplessly braced herself as the Darth lowered her titanic ass onto her face, squirming under the dark lord's womanhood as her foe laughed.
"Eat me, Jedi!" Dystra commanded, to which Shaak hastily began to slobber over her south entrance. "Mmm make me happy!"
Shaak gasped as the sensations running through her body began to overwhelm her, feeling a finger slide down to her stomach and pump in and out of her navel.
"Ooh you're doing great!" Dystra confirmed. "This must be too easy for you! Allow me to ramp up the difficulty!"
Shaak jumped as she felt a pair on hands rest on her ankles and mounted the bed they were sharing in the bowels of the Sith temple; the newcomer slowly moved up her legs until they were nearly sitting on her waist. She shuddered as she felt a mushroom-like object caressing her womanhood, moisture leaking down her snatch.
"I forgot you can't really see what's about to happen!" Dystra laughed heartily, shaking her ass on Shaak's face. "I've conjured up some clones of me and equipped them with some hefty… packages. If you're not challenged by feminine gifts, perhaps this added length will stretch you!"
Shaak roared beneath her opponent's cheeks as a thick 7 incher inserted itself inside her and began to pump her hastily as the dark lord laughed, watching her own reflection go to town on her prey as her snatch got eaten, red and white hands latched onto her abdomen for support. Seemingly hours past for the Jedi as time melted away, the constant ramming of her dough combined with the titan leaking juice down her throat and cheeks wearing down her defenses until she was merely a sex toy for the Sith Lord, taking the barrage with grunt filled enthusiasm.
As the reflection pulled out of her south, leaking fluid down her thigh, Shaak once again felt anxiety building within her as she heard another set of footsteps walking up to the bed.
"You thought we were done?" Dystra asked lustfully. "I've got a whole line of people to see you; now eat me!"
Getting back to work, Shaak whimpered as she felt strong hands grasp her legs and lift them into the air, only to groan in agony as they were bent upwards and back around so that her calves were resting on Dystra's shoulders, her ass sticking into the air as someone stepped up to plate, slapping their meat against her cheeks.
"Ooo you're gonna love the next couple of hours!" Dystra exclaimed as the Shaak shivered as her D-shaped body bend allowed unrestricted access to her back door, a reflection stepping up to plate and ready to start pumping.
Her eyes shot wide open.
She was back in her room, her girlfriend lying on top of her as small rhythmic snoring caressed her ears. Shaak sighed in relief as she looked over to a nearby clock; it was a little earlier than usual, but still an acceptable time to move about.
That's when she felt it; the burning arousal, eating away at her from the inside, lighting up her senses as she felt the bodacious woman shift around on her, massive breasts slipping around, a meaty set of thighs caressing her's. She realized that for the first time, her nightmares weren't causing the fatigue that they previously did but now were building up heat inside her that was spilling out.
"Aayla." She whispered in her lover's ear as the Twilek began to shift around some more.
"Mhm?" The blue Jedi inquired groggily.
The Togruta slowly moved her partner onto her back, their positions swapped as Shaak was on top, slowly moving against her bedmate who was slowly starting to sense what was going on as blue hands began to fondle Shaak's breasts while their lips met. Aayla hummed as Shaak slid up and down on her amazing figure, her fingers darting around all the right places as the Togruta started to move down her blue form, kissing and sucking as she went until she found herself at her blue womanhood.
"Mmm, good morning, babe." The Twilek chuckled as she felt a tongue flick her southern flank.
Buckling down, the two moaned in tandem as Shaak had Aayla for breakfast.
—
The glorious sun was setting over the silver city as Shaak, adorned in a purple, tightly fitting, cleavage bearing one piece suit, made her way up the short gangplank into the taxi and took a seat as it lifted into the air and puttered away from the local bus stop. As it soared over the vibrant streets below, she looked in the direction where her transport was headed, only to realize that Dravin's was not one or two levels down; the bus flew towards a massive gaping hole which shot towards lower mantels of the planet, dozens of ships of different shapes and sizes lowering into the vertical tunnel.
"Are you sure you're going the right way?" Shaak asked her driver, a yellow and green Astromech droid. "I heard it was only one or two levels down."
The robot chirped back a positive response, implying that the Jedi was false in her assumptions, as it piloted them down into the shaft. As they floated past assorted cargo ships and personal transports, Shaak heard a beeping coming from the communicator in her satchel which she had laid to the side; rifling through the small bag, she pulled out the vibrating device and activated it. A blue holographic display of Yemi's face fizzled to life, the image cutting in and out.
"Are you h-h-here yet?" The Nautolan asked, the connection spotty. "I a-arrrrrrived a ccouple m-m-minutes ago."
"Almost!" Shaak assured. "I'm almost down to the right level; I left later than I thought I had to!"
"Don't worry!" Yemi's voice began to crackle. "I'll get us a tab-ble!"
Within a couple minutes, she was back on solid ground as she watched her shuttle lift into the air and float towards the sky, orange clouds glimmering far above her at the top of the tunnel. Turning around, she tightened her green cloak she had adorned over her outfit as she made her way past a crowd of common folk waiting for transit, walking through giant metal doors and entering the Underworld; the site that greeted her was that of a massive city, towering skyscrapers holding up the ceiling far above her as the skyline spanned onto the horizon as the road angled downwards towards a major industrial center. A waft of unclean and slightly scented air hit her upon crossing the threshold, this hidden city so far down oxygen had to be manufactured here or pumped down from the surface world. Descending down the slope until the ground leveled out, Shaak paced through the tight streets walled with looming metal housing structures, sounds of a bustling epicenter hitting her ears as she maneuvered around other citizens who were milling about, engaging in different pursuits. As she made her way through the crowded streets, she started to realize that this place was not like the upper levels; sounds of alcohol fueled raves echoed in the distance as a street fight began in an alleyway leading to the right. Patches of shady, untrustworthy looking characters were huddled together, discussing what she could only assume weren't positivity oriented activities, while different couples made out in dark alleyways as she walked along.
—
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of walking and looking over her shoulder, she rounded a corner and beheld the safe haven that was Dravin's; the tavern stood on the corner of a large 4 intersection, looming tall over the surrounding buildings, the windowless walls covered in multicolored murals and neon lighting. Around the bend, familiar looking Clone Troopers bustled about, walking in and out through the stained glass doors, laughing and jaunting about different campaigns they had been through; most were in casual wear, some in their armor or dress blues, but their faces were all identical (with exception to some wartime disfiguration).
Shaak dodged through the scattered groupings of soldiers that hung around outside and made her way to the door; entering the bar, she was encompassed by damp heat, pounding electric music, and cascading RGB lights, wincing as she adjusted to her new surroundings. Before her was a sea of Clone Troopers, identical faces crowding together, laughing, conversing, singing, all with drinks with varying amounts of liquid left in them; among the throng of soldiers were women of various races, most adorned with little clothing.
"Shaak!" A tiny voice cried out.
Scanning over the crowd, she spotted Yemi waving at her from a booth up against the wall; navigating through the ocean of bodies, she finally got to the small table and embraced her Nautolan companion with a smile before stepping back. The green Jedi had her head tails tied in brown string into a single length that stretched down her back; she was adorned in a much more casual outfit than Shaak, wearing a simple gray tank top that revealed much of her boisterous cleavage (to which Shaak suspected was the only thing shielding her from her naked breasts), and tight form fitting black leggings. Ornate beaded rings clung to her smooth forearms as she took the Togruta by the hand and led her to her seat.
"How was the trip here?" Yemi asked, her voice somewhat loud to overcome the blasting music. "You sounded a little stressed!"
"Yeah, I left a little late, that's all." Shaak confessed. "Walking here was a bit sketchy though!"
"That's true I guess." Yemi pondered as he took a sip of her drink, a clear glass with a blue and orange concoction inside with a green berry floating on the top. "I always come here with some of my troopers for a good time so I never really have to worry about being unarmed."
"That's surprising!" Shaak admitted with a chuckle as a Rodian waiter brought over two bottles of some typical beer beverage. "I would never think to attend social gatherings with my men. I always thought it good to maintain my status among the Clones; not that it's a bad thing, I was just taught that leaders should always present themselves more ..."
"Yeahhh, I get that." Yemi nodded as she took another sip. "I find that bonding with my troopers in a more… loose environment leads to better cohesion both on and off the battlefield. They're far more fun to be around when the armor comes off."
Shaak smirked. "Are you taking a fancy to some of your men?"
"Oh, more than a fantasy!" Yemi giggled, wiping a bit of liquid off her chin. "Our bonding sessions have gotten a bit… physical here and there with a few of them."
Shaak's jaw dropped in a mixture of awe and disbelief.
"You didn't…"
"I did." Yemi smiled as she straightened her posture. "I know, I know, Jedi code, but being out in a war zone for weeks or even months at a time does a number on you, and sometimes you just need-"
"A release." Shaak finished. "I understand that completely. That's how Aayla and I-"
She caught herself; how had she let her guard down so easily in front of not only a Jedi, but also an audience of Clone Troopers?
"Hey," Yemi reached out and rested a hand on her arm. "What happens in Dravin's stays in Dravin's. Plus, I have been in your head a little so I had a little more than an inkling that you two were… you know."
Shaak breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you. And if there's anything you need to get off your chest, I'm free anytime."
"Thank you!" Yemi brightened. "Speaking of getting things off my chest, about being on Moraband…."
There was a moment of pause as they both collected their thoughts on the topic at hand.
"Yeah, we might as well get it out there." Shaak shrugged. "Listen, I know it was just a dream, but if you don't have a problem with that we… made out, then I don't either. We were both victims of manipulation, and I know that can be unsettling, but I think if we both agree that we were just doing what we were told, then I can rest easy."
"I really liked it!" Yemi blurted out then immediately cupped a hand to her mouth.
Shaak's mouth was once again agape in shock.
"You… you did?"
"C'mon, don't act surprised that you're good at it!" Yemi exclaimed. "You're a natural, plus all the practice you and Aayla have means that you got skills, girl! When we were in the dream and going at it in the forests of Felucia, force were you amazing. I had some… okay partners before that, but you blew them completely out of the water!"
"Thanks," Shaak blushed. "You we're good, too! When we were in the hot springs and you got under the water…"
"Oh my taris that was top tier!" Yemi cried gleefully. "That really reignited my drive, you know? Just getting out of the temple, I was all worked up! All those swinging pistols from the guys and the bouncing asses from the ladies, oh! I could barely keep my hands to myself! And the cruiser ride back? Mmm!"
"The ride back?" Shaak pondered as she took her first sip out of the bottle. "What happened then?"
"Well," The Nautolan leaned in, her tits squishing against the wooden table. "You, Aayla, Ahsoka and Mace were quartered on the port side of the ship, right? Well I was placed on the starboard side with the Wookie and Trandoshan knights! The night after we departed, I felt a disturbance in the Force that started making me feel hot on the inside, right? I feel the disturbance emanating from down the hall, and so I wrap on my nightgown and sneak down the corridor to the door to their room. I'm hearing some sort of commotion inside so I force open the door, and what do I see…."
She dramatically pauses as to allow Shaak to fill in the blank, to which the Togruta raises an eyebrow.
"Don't tell me; they're hooking up?"
Yemi laughs, almost knocking her drink over.
"Nonono! They're at each other's throats! Whoever's idea it was to put two men whose species are mortal enemies in the same room needs to have their brain examined. Anyways, they're fighting, punching, kicking, the whole nine yards; no clothes on either, and whatever had gotten them off was making them hard! As the Trandoshan is about to claw the Wookie in the face, they notice me standing there!"
"Oh boy, don't tell me you three-"
"Mhm! They pulled me inside and before I knew it, my robe was torn to shreds and two huge dicks were in me, and I was loving it! They were bending me every which way, squeezing my tits, smacking my ass as they pounded me, every position in the book, and then some! I've never been so covered by man-paste in my life! It nearly went the entire ride home!"
A flurry of emotions was running through Shaak's brain as she listened to Yemi continue her tale about all the different ways she got fucked on the trip back to Coroscaunt, going into hushed but extreme details about the things the two Jedi committed with her, from double blow jobs to sandwiching to skewering, all while her undergarments were being slightly dampened with each new account. A pile of bottles and glasses began to stack up on the edge of their table as the party continued around them, unaware of the saucy tale being told at their table.
"I'm rambling, I know!" Yemi admitted after a while of talking and a couple more drinks down the hatch. "All this to say is that being with you in the temple reignited something that I had been missing for awhile. What I'm getting at is…" She leaned in close to Shaak's ear, her cleavage pressing down more on the table. "I owe you."
The seductive offer nearly sent the Togruta over the edge, mere seconds away from ripping off the Nautolan's shirt and making out with her right in the booth, but she restrained herself as she cleared her throat.
"And what would that entail?" She asked, intrigued.
Yemi smiled as she sat back down in her chair and turned towards the crowd.
"Captain Brix!" She called out over the raving sea, her voice barely audible over the booming music.
A clone muscled his way through the sea of identical men and walked over to their table. He was dressed in military dress pants and a plain white t shirt, the purple lights reflecting off his bald head.
"Evening, General." He greeted her with a smirk before turning to Shaak. "Captain Brix, at your service, madam."
"Captain, this is my friend… Tyl." Yemi winked at her. "She was interested in watching some of our training exercises. Get Bento and Scaz, and let's put on… a demonstration."
"Right away, sir." Brix replied. "Same spot as last time?"
"Yes, it's the closest after all, and Tyl has come far to get here."
"Of course, sir." He agreed. "20 minutes?"
"Affirmative." She certified as she got up, inviting Shaak to her feet. "See you then. Tell the barkeep to put it on my tab."
With that, the two Jedi maneuvered their way through the onslaught and out into the city.
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Not a long while later, Shaak and Yemi were in a dingy elevator, ascending to the fourth floor of a run down apartment complex near Dravin's.
"Again, you don't have to join us physically," Yemi reminded her. "At least let us get you off a little."
Shaak smiled. "Thanks! I'm trying to stay physically Aayla's but I wouldn't mind watching you guys."
"Alrighty!" Yemi chirped as the doors grinded open.
They made their way down the slightly darkened hallway, flickering lamps embedded in the ceiling, dirt marks dotting the walls.
"This seems a lot like Aayla and my old hookup spot." Shaak chuckled as they walked up to a door off to the side.
Yemi pulled a keycard out of her top and slid it into the lock, the door opening with a creak as they entered the chamber. The room was decently seized, a large well made bed in the middle up against a wall, a comfortable chair off to the side, a couple windows that had blinds shutting them closed, and a door to the bathroom next to the edge of the bed. The fluorescent light fixture in the ceiling casted an orange glow through the chamber as Yemi brought Shaak over to the chair and sat her down.
"Relax." Yemi whispered in her ear as a green hand slid down to rub one of Shaak's breasts, eliciting a moan from both of them.
After a minute of sensual touching, the door opened and the three clones walked in. They were all neatly adorned in dress blues except for Brix who still only wore a white undershirt. Yemi backed away from Shaak and into the awaiting clutches of the trio, who began to arousingly stroke her head tails while rubbing their hands down her amazing body, pairs of strong hands grasping at her top, while she moaned in ecstasy.
"Tyl is off limits unless she says so." Yemi reminded them as a tongue slid across her cheek. "Let's give her a show."
Without further ado, they surrounded her as the ritual began; the two besides her started undoing their belt buckles in an attempt to free their raging erections while the third one behind her reached his hands around her waist and started unbuckling hers. As Yemi green hands slid down the two torsos on either side of her towards their rock hard logs, her tight pants were unlocked and slowly started to slide down her thick thighs as her black underwear was revealed, her toned stomach peaking out of the gap between her panties and top, which was slowly being pulled off of her. As her mammoth sized tits were pulled free, her hands found the prizes she was yearning for jutting out of the two trooper's pants and started stroking them soothingly as the man behind her dropped his pants as well as he smacked her round jiggly ass cheeks with force, sending grunts out of her mouth. One of the clones who she was pumping leaned in and began to hungrily attack her lips with his own, which she responded in kind to as she sped up her hand motions.
Shaak watched the scene unfold, with the foursome moving to the bed which creaked under the massive weight, as her hand massaged her womanhood vigorously, a bead of sweat sliding down a head tail as her lips quivered with excitement. As Yemi lowered into all fours, mouth ready to receive a long rod while a Clone slid up against her ass, Shaak felt the hunger reignite inside her like the other night with Aayla. She soaked in the sights and sounds of a busty Nautolan Jedi getting filled by three of her own soldiers, slipping into a stupor of ecstasy and euphoria as she viewed Yemi getting pulverized between two muscular twins while the third slid down underneath her and entered her womanhood. The mass of bodies undulated as the green woman gurgled down jet after jet of cream while happily slurping away while her body got used as a plaything by the skilled warriors. Time seemed to melt as Shaak continued to observe the mating session, eventually joining them for a night of heat, passion, and lust.
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It was early morning; the sun had yet to rise as Shaak stumbled her way into her apartment. She did so quietly as to not disturb Aayla, who's quiet snores emanated from underneath the covers as she sneaked past the bed and into the bathroom, sliding the door shut silently before breathing a sigh of relief. Removing her slightly askew and partially damp dress, she looked at her body as her coverings sank to the floor. Her core ached from the night's festivities, having been a sleeve for the three troopers to slip themselves inside of while Yemi mated with her. Her lips still smelled of man juice and her hands were weary from the strokings she gave out. Two of them had spread her ass cheeks like butter and pushed themselves down the wrong hole at the same time, really stretching her out to her very limits, and now was completely numb from the ordeal.
Still though, after the last couple of hours, she felt her heart beat with vigor again, like it had before her ordeal on Moraband; she felt alive.
Taking a quick shower, she dried herself and walked back out into the bedroom; sliding in next to Aayla, she kissed the Twilek on the head and curled up next to her. Resting her head on one of Aayla's breasts, she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
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The End