Pre-chapter notes
All the stuff going on within these stories are consensual. I'd never mean to imply that nonconsensual activities are somehow excusable.
All characters are of age.
I ask that you suspend your disbelief slightly in order for this story to flow better. Obviously Jedi are supposed to be completely unattached and all that.
Does anyone even read these notes? I'd expect most to just skip to the good stuff.
No matter, on with the story
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A long time ago in a galaxy far far away…
Jedi Aayla Secura, along with her fellow Jedi companions and clone troopers, have been rescued from the planet upon which they crash landed. Having an erotic encounter with some of the local inhabitants while the others were away, Aayla now finds herself pent up after such a sensual experience…
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Fop fop fop fop uuuugnh fop fop fop oh my gaahh fop
Shaak Ti's pelvis collided with Aayla's, smacking together as Aayla's blue clenched fists turned purple, tugging on the sheets of her bed.
"Master Securaaa" Shaak moaned as she maintained her pace. "You have been holding this in for too long."
Shaak gazed down at her as Aayla closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, barely withholding a wave of Twilek juice from squirting onto her lover's stomach. Her back was arched, legs bent as Shaak's smooth red hands held them in place. Her jugs bounced up and down in a smooth and rhythmic motion, driving Shaak insane. Shaak's sexy red breasts were also jiggling with each thrust, the white tips hopping in place.
They had met in their secret apartment in Coroscant's underworld; it had been awhile since their last "meeting". The orange glow from a large display screen outside flowed in through the single window in their room, across the garment covered floor, and onto the hastily set bed which was currently being occupied by the two women, grunting and moaning as the bed rocked back and forth. Even if they wanted a light on, the solitary ceiling lamp would merely flicker from the state of disrepair the complex was in.
Fop fop fop fop ooooahhh fop fop fop
Such was the perfect place for a hot rendezvous, a place in such a dirty state it could mask their presence there from any searching for them. The sound of occasional speeder horns blaring in the distance, the chattering of people on the street below, and the faint sound of a siren could be heard from where they were as they grinded and humped each other in bliss.
Aayla came
Shaak sighed
They continued, Aayla laying on her back as Shaak continued her assault, going faster and faster.
Ahhhhh
They were one being now, a mass of smooth flesh undulating against itself. The force was strong, the feeling of surrounding objects strewn across the carpeted floor beginning to levitate. Aayla felt another wave approaching, one even more powerful than before; the small table and chairs in the corner of the room began to float as the pair continued their dance. Aayla felt the ceiling above them suddenly begin to crack, the force density increasing and squeezing in on the room.
"Shaak!" Aayla cried, her eyes still trapped shut.
"Release your force, Aayla!" Shaak commanded.
"Shaaak!"
"I can feel it baby, just let it out!"
Aayla came again; as she released, the room around them exploded, the table and bed frame splintering, their bed sheets flurrying up around them, the ceiling above shuttering upwards and then crumbling down on top of them.
Aayla opened her eyes to see the roof falling down on top of the couple. Shaak's eyes were sealed from the blissful moment between the two.
"Oh, Aayla" she groaned.
Aayla tried to warn her, but she herself was out of breath.
Shaak Ti extended her hands as the ceiling fell down on them, reaching out with the force.
"Aayla!"
"Master Secura!"
Aayla snapped out of her daydream.
She glanced towards Anakin Skywalker, who was trying to get her attention. She, him, his pad swan Ahsoka, and a couple of clone commanders were standing around a holomap onboard the bridge of Anakin's ship, The Resolute. The Jedi Cruiser was tunneling through space, away from the planet they had been stranded on for a couple days.
"Did you catch that?" Anakin asked, the holomap flickering with a map of the surrounding Star systems.
"My apologies, Knight Skywalker." She said, "My mind is cloudy."
"I've been ordered to return to Coruscant by the Chancellor. You and I are to be debriefed there for a new theater of war opening up in the Elgato system." He recounted.
"Can I come?" Ahsoka begged. "I never get to come to any important meetings."
"In time, snips." Anakin assured.
Aayla crossed her arms underneath her chest, taking a deep breath as she analyzed the charts.
"It says here that we're not on a direct course. Why?"
"Our most direct route would take us through Speratist space." Captain Rex informed, pointing at a spot in the middle of the map. "It would be a death sentence to fly straight through with no fleet behind us."
Rex then pointed at a curved line, starting from their position at the bottom which then winded to the top.
"This path will take us around their space without too much delay."
"Of course." Aayla confirmed.
She was heading but not listening; her mind was on Skywalker. She sensed that he too was longing for someone secret, perhaps a person like what Shaak was to herself. He was ready to burst, with much tension built up inside of him; back when they were stranded, he was badly wounded and not expected to recover, obviously thinking about what would happen to his lover if he died. Aayla knew what that felt like. Perhaps she'd visit him later so they could meditate on this problem together.
Anakin's meat staff plunging into her over and over and over as their bodies clash, him sinking his face into her tits as she moans out his name in ecstasy
Smack smack smack ohh Anakin give me all you got
Nailing her from behind as her ass recoiled with every hit, her down on all fours, milkers swinging against the floor as he handles her waistline, all of his 501st legion watching in awe
She snapped herself out of it.
"Well, now that we're underway, please excuse me." Aayla asked. "It has been too long since I've meditated. I'm also in need of a good shower and a long rest."
"I'm sure you speak for all of us here on that, General." Rex agreed.
A soldier's precision, nailing her G spot with every thrust, armor strewn all over the floor of his barracks, his squad mates lining up for their turn at making her burst
Anakin's ship captain Admiral Yularen walked up.
"By all means, get some rest. I'll handle the ship from here."
"No scratching the paint job." Anakin joked as he headed towards the elevator, the rest of them in tow.
Commander Bly got off, then Anakin, then Rex, until finally it was Aayla and Ahsoka riding the elevator. It was an eerie silence, with Aayla being deep in thought, her mind fluttering from one thing to another. Ahsoka made a few quick glances at her before speaking up.
"Man, what an adventure that was!" She joked with a nervous laugh.
Aayla smiled, sensing the hormones building up within the young knight. Aayla stood a bit taller than her, gazing down at the young Togruta. Shaak was also one of her kind, although Ahsoka was shorter and more orange than Shaak's crimson red skin tone. Ahsoka did train in the temple under Shaak before being handed over to Skywalker for apprenticeship. Aayla could sense that Ahsoka found her attractive in the naive sense, although it was not like she could blame her.
Ahsoka taking the reins, guiding her inexperienced hands to where Aayla told her to, riding and massaging her like Shaak would
Master, uuugh, you're amazing
She'd let Ahsoka live out her wettest fantasy on her, squeezing her tits dry, releasing juices to her heart's content
Grinding, humping, scissoring, sucking on Aayla's head tails until she ran out of saliva
Aayla smiled.
"Yes, young Tano, it was. We all deserve some good relaxation after that ordeal."
Ahsoka beamed.
"I'll say! By the way master, did anything happen while Bly and I took that healer to see Anakin? The villagers seemed… confused when we got back."
The memories flooded back; the village elder shooting his tongue into her clit, her bouncing her fun bags on his small member, flashing the entire town with her massive breasts after they watched her bang him.
Well, Padawan, I seduced the leader of the village into oral love making because I was all pent up.
"No, nothing." She responded, shifting her gaze towards the floor counter, noticing it was reaching the floor her quarters were on.
"Hmm weird. Anyways, what do you do to relax? Maybe I'll try it myself." Ahsoka again chuckled nervously. She was obviously enamored with Aayla's figure, as she had been since she first met her.
Aayla smirked as the door opened, obviously getting the message, sensing her mind jump to images of hot steamy love.
"Get some sleep, young Tano." Aayla ordered as she exited the lift, Ahsoka eying her hot ass swaying as she walked away.
"Yes, Master!" She called, sliding a hand into her pants as the doors slid shut.
Aayla reached her room and looked at the window at the passing pillars of light that flew by as the ship careened through hyperspace. She stood there for a moment, pondering the past couple of days, and then began to remove her dirt ridden clothes. Her titanic tits slid free and she pulled off her top, her dark blue tips glinting in the light of the beams shooting by. Her ass freed itself from the leather prison she called pants as she tossed them aside. She slid into the bed in front of the window, not bothering to pull the sheets over herself, letting her body bathe in the blue glow. With one hand, she began to force-play with herself. She moaned as the force rippled around her entrance, pushing on and off rhythmically. With her other hand she stroked one of her nipples; they were still full from the sudden burst of milk generation that occurred back on the planet when she and that elder had done the deed; she really needed to release some of the milk buildup somehow. Continuing, she laid her head back and took in the sensations. She could sense the others in their quarters; Ahsoka was also pleasing herself, her mind filled with what she thought Aayla's naked form would look like as the two talked dirty to one another on the grassy plains of the planet they left behind. Anakin was trapped in a conversation with Admiral Yularen right outside his quarters, his mind frantically begging to rush inside, find the nearest image of his loved one he could find, and blow a load or two. Rex and Bly were asleep and undreaming, which she always found curious. As she began to wane in and out of consciousness, she felt another mind nearby, not on the ship but following close behind; needing, longing, pent up, lonely, just like her. Before she really got the chance to reach out, it was too late; head tails sprawling off the top of the bed, she quickly fell fast asleep.
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Shaak and Aayla stood outside of the apartment complex; above them, the room they had resided in was completely blown apart, the wall completely removed from the rest of the building. Their activities had collapsed a couple floors above them, so the streets were swarming with fire fighters, police droids, shocked and murmuring onlookers, and those who had been caught off guard in the tremors. Those who were trapped in the rubble had been quickly pulled to safety, the two Jedi made sure of that, and now they stood under a canopy outside a shop on the other side of the street, watching it unfold. They had hastily reclothed themselves before moving up to help the couple of citizens who were above them when the section of building collapsed, and now, in the still orange glow, they stood together.
"Guess like we'll have to find another hide away." Aayla sighed, Shaak nodding in agreement.
More sirens approached as police droids began to move through the onlookers, asking for their IDs.
"We should go." Shaak suggested, and the two walked down a dark alleyway.
Once out of sight of their old apartment and the clamor of law enforcement officers, Aayla pulled Shaak into a small alcove and began to kiss her, attacking Shaak's lips with ferocity. Aayla's hands slipped into Shaak's cloak and massaged her fun bags while Shaak groped Aayla's round behind, spanking it hard. They continued for a minute before Shaak pulled away. Aayla stopped, caught off guard.
"What's wrong?"
"Aayla, my dear." Shaak chided. "Perhaps we shouldn't do this so frequently."
Aayla frowned, in disbelief.
"But baby, we just work so well together. This war has already become a burden for both of us. We release our tensions with each other. Why shouldn't we want to do that?"
"Because we just leveled half a building." Shaak chuckled, rearranging her cloak around her breasts. "I agree, we do… jive well, and you're definitely very… skilled. I love doing this with you, but we still are Jedi, and we must maintain a certain level of discretion, and destroying a couple of apartments is not very discrete."
"They were pretty crappy apartments" Aayla pouted. "And besides, no one was hurt, we made sure of that. Sure, blowing out a floor of the building was my fault for letting myself lose control, but like you said, we have a certain.. rhythm that's hard to hold back."
"I know, A," Shaak comforted, taking Aayla's hand in hers. "Which is why we can't make this a usual thing. We've just been working in the temple all week, there's no tension to even really release."
"I know," Aayla admitted. "Although watching that fat ass saunter around the grounds all day really builds up inside me, you know."
Shaak smiled. "Oh, I gathered that. Perhaps you should explore these feelings with another partner; you do seem to have a lot of pent up emotions weighing heavily on you. Maybe I should pair you up with another lucky Master."
"Oh that would be the day."
They laughed, holding hands as they did it. They could still sense the hormones built up in one another, but decided to finish up for the night. They strolled back to their speeder, arm in arm.
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Later, in the morning, Aayla wandered the grounds, watching the younglings practice with their lightsabers. She felt someone approaching, and turned to see a white robes Jedi temple guard walking up to her.
"Master Secura, Master Kit Fisto wishes to see you in his quarters. He says the matter is of great delicacy and requests your utmost secrecy if you join him."
"Of course." Aayla responded and walked away.
She made her way through the great halls of the temple, brilliant sunlight illuminating the chambers she wakes through. Strolling past dozens upon dozens of Jedi of all shapes and sizes, not saying a word to abide by Kit's need for discretion, she found her way to the residential wing of the temple. She found the special elevator, and upon stepping inside, pressed the only button available: down. Each room was fitted to the Jedi's needs, and since Kit was from a predominantly ocean planet, he needed extra room to house the large tank of water he'd reside in.
Aayla stepped out of the small lift and into Kit's chamber. It was large and dimly lit with a small platform housing a modest bed, some clothes containers, and a desk hovering over a deep pool of water, with lights illuminating all the way down to the bottom. Down there she could see a green figure swimming around, small bubbles floating to the top. She smiled, always enjoying seeing his athletic build slicing through water like a tark-fish (the fastest creature in Ryloth's oceans, of course).
"Master Fisto!" She yelled at the water.
She saw him pause, look up, and shoot towards the surface; she jumped back as he launched out of the water and onto the platform.
"Thank you for seeing me, Aayla. I hope I did not pull you from something important." He said, force pulling a towel to him and beginning to wipe dry his multiple long head tails.
"Of course not, Master Fisto." She reassured, wiping some water off of her cleavage.
He turned and gazed at her, his completely black eyes taking in the view.
"Please Aayla, call me Kit." He flashed a devilish smile.
She smirked, slowly walking towards him.
"So, might I ask what was so urgent that you needed me for?"
"Ah yes, that." He remembered. Aayla sensed a wave of doubt begin to build in his mind and began to worry.
"What's wrong?" She cooed, coming closer to him.
He turned his muscled back to her.
"I've been struggling recently with the Jedi code." He pondered. "All this recent fighting has been building up a weight within me that I cannot release."
Aayla frowned, empathizing with him.
"I have felt the same way recently. All this war does weigh heavily on those who were supposed to keep the peace."
"I agree." He said. "I was talking to Master Shaak Ti this morning, and she also said the same thing."
Aayla's cheeks turned a dark shade of purple, turning away as Kit turned to face her.
"She said you and her had found a good method of relieving such stresses, but recently it hadn't quite been… fulfilling to you."
"Shaa- Master Ti and I had simply found a way to meditate in such a way that we become…" she stuttered over her words. "connected, in a way that we could completely know each other's thoughts so that we didn't have to hide how we felt."
"Sounds intimate." Kit guessed, rubbing his hands across his ever tightening black swim shorts. "What went wrong for you?"
"I guess she had less to… release than I did." She pondered, her mind cloudy with doubt. "I tried to… meditate to a greater level but it proved… ineffective."
"Well then,"
She turned around and gasped. He had removed his swim trunks, and 8 inches of green meat was jutting out towards her, fully stiff, and a pair of plump and ready balls. His abs were still damp and glistening from the light. His right hand was pumping himself while his left fiddled with the end of one of his 8 head tails.
"May I seek to relieve you of this stress?"
She gawked in awe at his otherworldly handsome figure as she felt her hands slide to her top and begin to tug at her bra. He smirked devilishly as he approached her, his staff swinging.
"Let me please you."
Their bodies collided as he pulled her shirt off and she began to stroke him and their tongues battled and their head tails intertwined and his boner bulged and-
Alarms blared as she awoke with a start. Aayla looked out the window to see nothing but empty space. She reached out for her clothes before the alarm deactivated, leaving her in silence. She got out of bed, bare feet patting against the metal floor as she picked up her communicator.
"Admiral Yularen, what's going on?" She questioned.
"Nothing, General." His voice came over the comms. "We've had a small scale systems issue which dropped us out of hyperspace and triggered the alarms, but nothing dangerous."
"Where are we?" She interrogated, slightly irritated from being awoken from a very good dream.
"Still a half day's flight from Coruscant." He responded. "We should have the hyperdrive back up shortly."
"Keep me apprised, Admiral." She turned off the com and slinked back into bed.
Annoyed, she tried to fall back asleep, but to no avail; rather than toss and turn for a couple hours, she got up and sauntered into her bathroom. Taking a long shower, she got out and wrapped herself in a towel before stepping out into her bed chambers. Rubbing her head tails, she reached for her communicator to instigate on why they still weren't moving when she suddenly felt another presence in the room, a dark presence. Within a second, she was stripped of her towel and flung across the room against the wall. The light streaming in from the outside still cast heavy shadows on the far wall in the corner near her bathroom and a pale hand extended from the black. Aayla's feet could barely touch the ground as one of her hands grasped her neck while another reached out for her lightsaber, only to realize that it was nowhere to be seen. The force grip on her neck was loose but unyielding, while she felt two eyes gaze upon her sexy figure from the darkness.
"Who… are… you?" She growled, her breasts heaving in the pale light.
"Master Aayla Secura," a raspy feminine voice said.
From the shadows emerged a pale woman, clad in a skin tight synthetic two piece covering her chest and lower sections, with mummy-like wrappings covering up the rest of her body besides her head, feet, and hands. She had no hair, but rather ornate blue tattoos running around the sides to the top of her scalp. Her eyes were icy blue, and lips a shade of purple, like Aayla's. She was well toned, like Aayla, but seemingly smaller fun bags and a more muscular and less jiggly set of cheeks, and slender thighs. She was slightly thinner around the waste but just had just as impressive abs as Aayla, although covered in wrapping.
The sight of this figure intimidated her as well as slightly turning her on.
"So nice to finally meet you. My name is Asajj Ventress."
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To be continued!
