Pre-chapter notes

This one went waaayyy longer than I thought possible, practically 2 chapter's worth of content.

I made some slight spelling errors last chapter which are hopefully fixed by the time this chapter comes up. Thanks for your patience

If you thought the second chapter was a bit odd after the first chapter was so full of NSFW stuff, I was trying to provide some plot progression

I'm thinking it'll be alternating between heavy NSFW chapters and not as heavy more plot focused chapters to set up the stage for each big "encounter"

This chapter contains new NSFW content than in previous chapters, view at your discretion

As always, plz review with your thoughts

Onwards

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away…

Jedi Master Aayla Secura was marooned on a barren planet with fellow Jedi until they were rescued by Anakin Skywalker's ship, The Resolute. En route to Coruscant, Aayla was awoken from a dreaming memory of fellow Jedi Kit Fisto by a disruption in their flight, which allowed Sith assassin Asajj Ventress to sneak aboard. Sneaking into her chambers, Asajj caught Aayla by surprise and unprepared…

Aayla was pressed against the cold grey metal wall, light emanating from the window illuminating her blue skin, her ass cheeks squished up against the cool iron plating. She felt the bolts holding the metal patchwork together poking against her rear as she squirmed in the force grip holding her there. Her boobs shook with every stretch or lurch trying to break free from the assassin's clutches; she grunted in frustration as she was powerless to do anything as her captor approached.

From the opposite side of the room, Asajj was holding up her hand, reaching out with the force to keep her prey in place. She kept a light hold on Aayla's neck, as to break and force concentration she might be trying to conjure.

"I've been searching for a while, Master Jedi." Asajj hissed. "I heard your ship was in a fight with three Seperatist frigates a week ago. I tried to track you down, only to realize you were marooned on a desolate moon and we're finally rescued aboard Skywalker's vessel."

Saying his name seemed to leave a bad taste in her mouth.

Aayla stopped squirming and looked her opponent dead in the eye.

"Well, here I am. What do you want?"

Asajj looked her up and down, her eyes soaking in every detail of Aayla's form. She remade eye contact.

"I want you."

Aayla was taken aback, but only for a moment before she regained her defenses.

"So what? You'll sell me for ransom for Count Dooku? I'd rather die than put my friends in danger!"

"Oh I'm aware of your foolish Jedi selflessness," Asajj assured. "but no, I'm not here to ransom you, or kidnap you, or kill you or any of those games."

Aayla was once again caught off guard, now more confused than wrathful.

"Then, what do you want me for?"

Asajj lowered her shoulders as to release a great burden and sighed, slightly averting her gaze.

"For a long time I've been trained to do only one thing: serve Count Dooku to the letter, no matter what. And after years of doing so, I've found that I never really found satisfaction in my work because all I knew was work."

She loosened her grip. Aayla eyed her with empathy.

"I gave my usual reports to him, but other than that he'd tell me what to do and I'd do it. I feel like I have no real companion, no real person to share myself with."

"No one to help relieve the tension placed on you by others." Aayla corresponded. "I struggled with that for a long time, and I still do sometimes. Just all this emotion built up inside me, sometimes it's hard to release through simple meditation."

"Yes, I have felt the same way as of late." Asajj confirmed, still averting her gaze. "I thought my anger would drown out my anxiety, but it's only made it grow."

"You need someone to help you release." Aayla smiled passionately.

Asajj looked back up at her, her arm lowering. She had a needy look in her eyes, one of desperation, anger, longing.

"I had a vision of you." She admitted. "It came to me in the night while I was sleeping. You and I were… engaged in… certain activities, and I felt so… free. Free from my chains, free from my duties, free from Dooku, even if for a little while."

Asajj released Aayla, who settled onto the floor, no longer being held against the wall. She rubbed her neck a little where she had felt the assassin's grip but then locked eye contact. She smiled warmly.

"It would be cruel of me to deny bringing peace to someone who never got the chance to find some."

Asajj smiled; Aayla reached out an open hand towards her assailant, who sheepishly took it. Aayla pulled her in for a kiss.

Their lips met and immediately sparks began to fly. Their mouths battled, the hardened sith warrior competing against the experienced Jedi master. Their tongues began to touch and weave around each other as the moaning commenced; their bodies moved with each other pressing and flowing. Aayla rested her hands on Asajj's forearms, holding her in place, while Asajj moved her hands towards Aayla's blue blimps and began to massage. This turned on Aayla even more as she slid a hand down to rest on Asajj's muscular ass, gripping the meaty mounds as Asajj increased her hand speed. Aayla groaned lustfully, being the one with no clothes on being engaged by someone who was fully covered. Asajj took dominance, shoving the blue beauty into the wall again, her blue cheeks once again squishing against the metal plates. Aayla tried to reach her butt grabbing hand into Asajj's garments to no avail, being thwarted by the wrapping that covered the assassin's abdomen.

"No mmmm fairoooh" she lamented as Asajj's mouth moved from her lips down to her neck, sliding a hand from massaging her tits down, tracing around her belly button, then down into her core.

Aayla gave up on trying to match Asajj's velocity and wrapped her arms around her lover's neck as Asajj rubbed both of Aayla's amazing assets. Asajj moved her other hand down around her back and into her ass crevice to prod her other hole, moaning all the way. Their lips met again as Aayla succumbed to the assault, melting into Asajj's grasp.

"Ohhhh" Aayla moaned right into her partner's ear as she buried her face into her neck.

This continued for a solid ten minutes, rubbing and poking, kissing and sucking, moaning and gasping. Aayla was close, but before she was on the threshold, Asajj paused her assault and moved her hands to Aayla's curvy waist. Their eyes met again, and Aayla knew what Asajj wanted to do. Aayla laid her hands on Ventress' shoulders, and slowly pushed her down onto her knees. The Sith looked up at the Jedi from down next to her pelvis, gazing up at the round supple milk jugs. The Jedi gazed back, moving a hand from her shoulder to the top of her head as Asajj shifted her gaze to the blue wet shaven clit before her. Closing her eyes, she let Aayla guide her head to the contact point and reached out her tongue.

The following 20 minutes could only be described in sounds; the only thing more immense than the sounds of the slurping were Aayla's groans of euphoria as she was eaten out by yet another fully clothed individual. Greedy moans emmenated from Asajj as she hungrily gobbled at the amazing body of a Twilek goddess, blue thighs spread, juices constantly leaking out. At one point, Aayla reached out with the force, drew her communicator to her and snapped it in half to avoid any interruptions.

As the buffet meal continued, the white light shining in quickly shifted to blue as The Resolute jumped back into hyperspace. This broke Aayla's concentration slightly.

"Hey ugnh, what about ahh you ship?"

Without even stopping, Asajj muttered from her mouth buried in Aayla's snatch.

"I attached mmmm it with magnetic locks to a uummm nearby airlock."

And thus they continued for another seemingly long time. Using her forearms, the Twilek rested both hands on the back of the assassin's head and pressed it further into her pelvis, two pale hands reaching around and squeezing her blue compressed butt cheeks. Aayla let a few bursts loose into Asajj's mouth, lapping it up like a thirsty bantha. Finally, Asajj pulled away, white juice staining her lips and cheeks.

"You taste sweet, Jedi." She remarked as she stood, Aayla leaning against the wall recovering.

"Funny," Aayla remarked, panting. "That's the second time I was eaten out by someone who didn't take their clothes off."

"I can fix that."

Asajj started by slowly unraveling the wraps covering her arms, stomach and legs. She carried a well built and lean stomach, not unlike a gymnast. Her legs were shaven and smooth, toned but not too bulging. She then began to remove her dark two piece; she unzipped her top, letting her boobs free. They weren't as big or supple as Aayla's but we're still of decent size and were well formed, though definitely not fake like some other examples Aayla had seen. The didn't jiggle much as Asajj shifted her weight, but swayed as she bent down to undo her pants. She slid those down to reveal a thick, round and formed ass, once again being very gymnast-like.

She stood before Aayla, a sexy and rearing counterpart to her blue bedmate, not as big or bulky as some of the Twilek's assets, but more refined, more condensed.

Aayla gazed upon her only for a moment before Asajj took her hand and led her to the bed looking out at the spirals of condensed light shooting past them. Ripping the sheets off and tossing them aside, the Sith laid down on her back upon the mattress and invited the Jedi on top of her. Aayla shuffled to Asajj's legs and spread them apart; she then leant down and kissed the assassin's clit repeatedly, turning them both on even higher. The Sith moaned as Aayla continued to prime her hole before moving her blue pelvis into position.

Grabbing Asajj's waist, Aayla began to slowly move against her, grinding their zones together. They both let out a moan simultaneously and Aayla began to creep up the speed. Aayla's head tails began to bounce, slapping against her back and the smacking sounds began to intermingle with the grunts; Aayla was a machine, calling back to when Shaak would throw her into a frenzy with this move. Asajj was loving it, throwing her head back as she roared from the ecstasy, the thought of being pumped by the hottest creature she had ever seen throwing her over the breaking point. Moisture began to condense where their bodies met as they grinded together, moaning all the way. Asajj's legs, which had been wrapped around the Jedi's back, were now up in the air squeezing against her huge blue funbags, bouncing in delight.

"Master ooof Jedi," Ventress stammered.

"Call me Aayla." She grunted back, picking up even more speed.

"I—- ahhhhhh" Ventress began to speak but was interrupted by her orgasm.

Fluids spilled all over Aayla's south as she kept humping away, looking upon Asajj's limp body as the assassin arched her back, releasing all excess juices, then slumping back down. Ventress let Aayla continue for another short while until she came as well with a groan, collapsing down towards the opposite end of the bed. They were sprawled out, both heaving, staring at the ceiling in awe of the amazing trip they were just on, legs intertwined.

"That was… amazing." Aayla confessed, reaching a hand down to wipe some Sith juice off her own stomach and licking it off her fingers.

Asajj smiled.

"I agree. Is that all, or are you interested in continuing?"

Aayla got up on her elbows and looked over at her partner.

"Of course." She smiled seductively, turning up the Twilek charm.

Asajj got up and climbed over the woman until they were face to face, one on top of the other.

"Would you be willing to indulge a yearning of mine?"

"Yes, gladly." Aayla responded without hesitation.

"My thanks, Aayla." Ventress leaned down and began to kiss her once again, their tongues intertwining as their breasts slapped and rubbed against each other.

Quickly breaking free, Asajj got up and motioned the Jedi to roll onto her stomach. Aayla shifted over, her tits pressing into the slightly damp mattress as Asajj walked out of Aayla's peripheral vision. She heard the Sith mutter something to herself and felt the mattress sink down behind her just around her ass. She felt warm hands settle on her waist and hoist her onto all fours.

"You want to eat my ass too, now?" Aayla taunted, jiggling her cheeks.

"Not exactly." She heard Asajj respond with glee.

Confused, Aayla turned her head around and felt an immediate sense of shock. Asajj had attached a 9 inch pleasure toy very similar to Kit Fisto's own staff around her waist and was spreading her blue cheeks reading to dive in.

" Asajj! Wai-AAAUGH" Aayla groaned as the Sith shoved her fake member into her asshole in one swift motion.

"Ah yes!" Asajj gasped as she began to thrust into her blue companion, slapping and smacking occurring right away as she rhythmically collided with Aayla's rear.

"Oh oh oh oh" Aayla was caught far off guard and without any preparation was at the Sith's mercy as her back door was methodically pummeled.

"Ah you like it?" Asajj questioned as humping continued. "Uh my Nightsister friends and I would conjure these to please each other during the Great Festival oh. They were fashioned to resemble the Zabrak men of our world, the best of the best ungh. The incantation lets me feel the sensation of actually having one, so I can feel your every twitch, every clench!"

"Ooooooaahh" Aayla was not faring well, clenching her teeth and moaning in painful lust as the assassin's rod moved in and out like in a metronome.

It had a set of fake balls too, big ones which slapped against Aayla's clit. It churned with internal liquid, ready to shoot out at a moment's notice.

Smack smack smack

The next 30 minutes were some of the most prolonged in Aayla's life, Ventress satisfying her wildest dreams upon her body, ramping up for quick and fast jabs or lowering speed for longer and more powerful rams. Aayla roared through 2 full orgasms, and still Asajj kept pounding; the Sith's tits bounced with each thud, ass jiggling with each motion as she used the sexy Twilek the way she pleased, pure back door entry.

"Oooh Aaylaaa," she cooed, slowing down. "sometimes you have to think with your brain instead of oooh your lips." She giggled as she ramped up to the fastest she had gone yet. "Ooooh Aayla! I'm close!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh" Aayla held on for dear life as the attack drew near to conclusion.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Asajj climaxed, the balls clenching as they released thick liquid into her lover's behind.

"OOOOAAHH" Aayla moaned in bliss, as she felt her ass fill to the brim with whatever liquid was stored in there.

She laid down on the bed, her legs and ass sore from the bombardment. Asajj spoke another spell to clean her toy of excess juice that had leaked from the tip onto her stomach before gazing over Aayla's body strewn across the mattress, breathing heavily.

"That… was… exhilarating." Asajj panted, stroking her member.

Aayla couldn't respond, her mouth hanging open to inhale as much oxygen as she could. Her ass was numb, her breasts squished into the bed as she felt Ventress' hand caress her thighs.

"You want to go again?" She heard the Sith ask in between breaths. This is insane, she wants to keep going? she thought to herself. She pondered for a moment before deciding.

"Yes, but I'll pick what we do next." She declared.

Soon, Asajj was on her back, staff fully hard, as Aayla approached the bed after taking a quick breather in the bathroom. She got to the bed side and moved over the woman so that their lips would touch. She laid down upon Asajj, keeping her legs spread, their breasts smushing together, the member remaining upright in between Aayla's meaty columns.

"My turn." Aayla said sinisterly.

And with that, she clamped her thighs around the meat stick with a boom.

"OOOooh" Ventress grunted.

Aayla then began to shift and grind her legs against each other, enveloping it in between the two masses of muscle and smooth flesh. Ventress moaned as the Jedi had her way with the toy, nearly crushing it in her powerful vice grip; her bodacious blue blimps enveloped the assassin's, turning her on even more. Face to face, Asajj leaned up to kiss her partner, but Aayla pulled away, moving up on her elbows as she increased her rub speed. The once mighty Nightsister let her head sink into the pillow as she moaned out her lover's name. Aayla shifted her gaze from the trance she had put Ventress in to a mirror hanging on the wall, soaking in the view of the pale, slender woman being topped by her hot blue figure, bodies grinding against each other, white and tattooed hands shifting up and down her body, sweat dripping down each others' forms.

"Ooooh." Ventress groaned, feeling a build up in her fake testes.

Aayla then crossed her legs at the ankles, compressing the rod even more; she felt it bulge between her massive trunks, ready to burst at a moment's notice.

"Ugh give it to me Asajj ooh give it to me! Shower me in it!" She commanded as she began to thrust her hips back and forth, rocking the duo along with the now weakened bed frame.

Anakin had set aside his picture of Padme and now was fully transfixed on what was unfolding upon the monitor screen in his quarters. He was jerking as hard as he could as the live feed of two amazing and skilled women exploring each others' stunning bodies. There wasn't any sound, so he couldn't make out who the second partner was, but he didn't care, maybe he'd visit her after Aayla was done with her.

"Aayla, I'm about to ooof… I'm about to gaaah" Asajj tried to say but couldn't under the immense pleasure shooting through their bodies.

"Let it out, baby! Shower me in it!" Aayla demanded, giving one final massive squeeze.

A jet stream of white liquid jettisoned into the air, arcing down onto the Twilek's back; the Sith roared and Aayla moaned as she felt her back get coated with the substance. They laid there, heaving, panting, relishing in their sweat and euphoria, until Asajj released another grunt along with another round. This time, it exploded out and covered the Jedi's ass and upper thighs, her member shrinking down beneath the blue legs. Aayla felt small leaking from the now limp mast, juice dribbling down her blue folds; rolling off her companion and onto her side, she laid there with Ventress, one of her big breasts still enveloping one of her lover's, soft hand stroking the now recovering meat log. Asajj had her eyes closed, regaining composure after one of the most sensual experiences of her life.

Aayla rubbed for a while, letting her bed mate build up strength. She had lost control there, maybe going a bit too hard, so she decided to simply let Asajj choose what to do next; she buried her lips into Ventress' neck and muzzled her for a while, blue and white arcs of hyperspace sliding past their viewport.

Asajj opened her eyes and admired her companion's large tit that rested on her pale chest; she had never seen one so big yet so natural, her own were of good size, yes, but nothing like Aayla's. She lifted a hand to massage the protruding nipple, it feeling full and firm, seeming slightly bigger than from when she had Aayla pinned to the wall, which puzzled her.

"Your breasts," Asajj remarked. "They must fill up pretty quickly, do they not?"

Aayla stopped nuzzling her and kissed her pale, bony cheek.

"During these acts, Twilek women get a surge of milk generation in preparation for the children that might come from them. Since I'm a Jedi, I'm incapable of having any, but my breasts still fill up just the same."

"They're so firm." Asajj marveled, squeezing and pulling at the tip.

"While I was stranded, I had a sensual encounter with one of the locals." Aayla confessed, blushing a little. "I haven't found a place to… relieve myself."

Asajj made eye contact with her.

"I can help you with that."

Soon, after cleaning the stickiness off her back, Aayla was now lying flat on her stomach, her gargantuan jugs hanging off the bed and against the bed frame, head tails dangling. She gripped the edge of the mattress to stabilize herself as Asajj approached from the side. Getting down onto her back on the floor, the assassin slid herself right underneath the titanic blue tits, full and firm; the bed was low enough to the ground so that Asajj could stretch her neck up to suckle on them. Aayla looked down upon her lover, bracing for the sucking to come, until finally, it did.

Ahsoka crept down the hallway to Master Secura's quarters, trying not to be seen. She needed to confess something to the older Jedi, something that had been haunting her since being stranded; she had the hot on for the Twilek. She had been having dreams, visions, whatever you'd call it of them making out with one another, and it was driving her up the wall. She made sure to adorn the most revealing garments she had before going to attempt to seduce the older and more experienced Jedi when she got to Aayla's door. She was about to ring the bell until she heard a noise coming from inside.

The sound of constant moaning and the sucking of some fleshy mass quietly emanated from the chamber.

She was taken aback, listening intently to the love making happening from behind the metal hatch. Moaning, grunting, sucking, it was driving the young knight up a wall. Sitting down against the doorway, she slid a hand into her tight leggings and began to rub.

Asajj's lips turned into suction cups as they latched onto Aayla's milk meat, her tongue swirling around the purple tips as the Jedi released the sounds of pleasure from her mouth. Aayla shifted her gaze from Asajj's body up to the mirror, turning her on even more watching her get milked like an Alderanean heifer, her udders being vacuumed, tugged, and massaged like a cow. She reached out with the force, and from her bathroom flew a bottle of clear liquid which shot into her hand. Grasping the container with one hand, and stroking a tit with the other, she began to squirt the liquid all over her chest as Asajj was going to town, lubing them up.

"Ooooh keep going pleeaase" Aayla begged.

The Sith obliged, fitting a surprising amount of milk jar into her mouth squeezing down on it. Suddenly, a small stream of blue milk began to leak into her mouth, Aayla gasping in shock. Asajj knew she was over the precipice for how long these blue balloons could hold out and began groping the other fun bag with both hands, a leak emanating there too.

Aayla was beside herself in disbelief; her, a Jedi, was being milked and sucked by the Asajj Ventress, mistress of death and servant of Count Dooku.

She must've been just as pent up as I've been Aayla thought as she groaned through another release of milk. Although she didn't have anyone to reach out to, besides the droids she's surrounded with.

The duo continued their symbiotic relationship until Asajj pulled away, coughing up some of the light blue liquid.

"I believe I've drunk my full." She admitted, wiping her lips with her forearms as she slid out from underneath the now slightly smaller breasts, a few droplets of milk still leaking onto the floor.

Aayla stood up on her knees, feeling her lighter boobs; she looked in the mirror to see that they looked just as big but not as rigid and formed as they used to be. Asajj mounted the bed behind her and slid her hands over Aayla's heaving shoulders and rubbed the sides of her boobs and she muzzled Aayla's neck. Aayla reached on hand up behind her to massage Ventress' head as they continued their sensual grooming.

Anakin needed to get in there. He had quickly paced down the hallways to the elevator and made sure that no one joined him, especially that blow hard Yularen. The ride down seemed like forever until the doors hissed open to the empty hallway where Secura's quarters were. He marched down there with immense determination to bust in there and shove his length into both his fellow Jedi and her companion until he came to the door. Ahsoka was sitting there, hand deep in her pants, their eyes locked in embarrassment on both their parts. He had a huge bulkhead underneath his Jedi robes, and her eyes shifted down to gaze upon it. They reestablished eye contact.

"I think I'm on fire master." She said bluntly. "I need to be satiated."

Without a second thought, Anakin's robes came flying off as he pulled Ahsoka to him.

Padme can wait, his thoughts said as he guided her hand right to his package

Finally, after a short while, Aayla knew what was coming; Asajj sensed it too. The assassin couldn't remain on the ship for much longer as their final destination drew near, so they silently agreed on one final act. Aayla laid down on her back, her head tails hanging off the end of the mattress, hands pulling her hot legs up towards her breasts which now we're sagging off to either side of her chest. She watched intently as her lover restrapped her toy around her waist, giving it a good couple strokes; it raised from its limp form and grew back into the long pillar it was before, the large gelatinous orbs swinging below it churning with juice. Asajj leaned down to her blue slit and licked it a couple times with her drool-covered tongue to slick it up before moving her hips into position. Aayla clenched the inside of her thighs with her now purple fingers as the Sith slapped her member against the Twilek's entrance to get her rock solid. Smack smack smack

Slip

The woman gasped as Asajj made her initial thrust into Aayla. They remained still, Ventress adjusting to her toy's new surroundings; their eyes met, sensing each other's thoughts. Aayla removed her hands from her legs as Asajj's took their place, holding the blue trunks spread apart. The Jedi rooted her hands around the edge of the bed frame above her and held on tight as the Sith moved out and in again, slowly. A small moan escaped from Aayla's other lips as she watched her supposed enemy slide in and out of her womanhood.

Ventress had her eyes locked on her rod as it slowly and rhythmically rocked back and forth, driving her blood pressure up; she could feel her balls stretching and warping with an increase in juice production. She made eye contact with her partner; Aayla's deep brown eyes stared back at her, mouth slightly ajar, her funbags shifting around. This turned her on even more as she went from a slow crawl to a slow jog, picking up the pace slightly. The bed began to creak, jerking front and back, as small claps started up as their pelvises collided.

"Oh oh oh oh unngh" Aayla grunted, leaning her head back and taking the penetration as she arched her back, blimps sliding up towards her neckline; Asajj eyed the twin moons with lust.

The casual jog turned into a strong gait as Asajj once again increased speed. She could feel her 9 incher reaching Aayla's end zone consistently now as she got into a proper groove, the sounds of her blue lover calling her name drifting past her ears as the percussion of love making dominated their senses.

After an eternity of slapping, grunting, groaning, and pumping, Asajj decided to go all in; turning her hips into a locomotive, she rapidly increased thrusting, pumping in and out with intense strength.

"OH OH OH OH AUGH" Aayla roared, her clit getting pounded.

A devious smile grew on Asajj's face as she obliterated her partner's nether; releasing Aayla's legs, she interlocked her fingers behind her tattooed head and let her arms stretch out like wings as she gazed upon her prey squirming and writhing under her assault. Her tits jiggled with each thrust as her jello ass cheeks wiggled from the collisions; her toned abs clenched as she too was reaching her final destination, a final climax.

Aayla had lost all control of her body; her fingers were digging into the weak bed frame, unmoving, while her hot legs writhed uncontrollably under the mounting pressure. Her mouth was no longer hers, spouting random sounds which not even she could identify; her blimps bounced up and down, smacking her chin every couple seconds. She was on the verge of orgasm.

Finally, with a roar from both of them that could've been heard across the stars, they released huge waves of bodily fluids at each other; the eruption enveloped Ventress' dick and flooded out of Aayla's clit, coating their thighs and Ventress' balls in thick, sticky coating. Their lips quickly met again, moaning each other's names into their mouths as they again jettisoned more juices onto one another.

"There's more." Asajj panted as her tongue battled the Jedi's.

Aayla released the bed frame from her grasp and started groping her own balloons, subtly messaging her dominator; Asajj quickly pulled out with a grunt, and mounting on Aayla's lap, slapped her slime covered member between them. Clamping down her boobs on the staff, Aayla locked her eyes on her cleavage as she heard her partner gasp, and a rocket of semen shot out from the canyon and covered her face. The stream was short but heavy, remnants slowly leaking out of the chasm and onto her chest.

Asajj was out of breath, catching any air she could as she gazed down at the mess she had made on Aayla's figure, watching her blue friend wipe the stain off her eyes. She collapsed next to the Jedi, slowly removing the toy from her waistline and tossing it away. It quickly evaporated into thin air with a green poof as the magic used to make it dissipated. The sensations sparking within the Sith's head faded away into numb ecstasy as the two recovered, shoulder to shoulder, the Twilek's glue covered nipples sinking against her forearms. They both pondered the event which had consumed the last two hours as they stared at the ceiling, listening to one another breath, feeling their pounding hearts beat in unison.

Finally, Asajj got out of bed and walked over to where her clothes were piled on the still cold metal floor. She slipped on her shorts up to her belly button, her abs still heaving and rippling from the ordeal; shoving her sweaty tits under tight sports bra, she reapplied the wrappings around her stomach, legs and arms until she was covered once again, Aayla marveling at her perfect figure from the bed; she was still lying flat on her back, one leg resting against the soft but sticky mattress while another was bent upwards, her knee jutting towards the ceiling, while her juice covered stomach fluttered up and down. A small smile formed on her face as Asajj opened a nearby drawer and pulled out her twin lightsabers and attached them to her belt.

"Were you ever planning to use those?" Aayla questioned as she raised herself onto her elbows.

Asajj looked over at the sexiest woman (and only woman) she had ever been with, tits hanging, belly glistening in cum, thighs still covered in goo.

"Only if I had to." She chuckled, winking.

The assassin began to mutter a spell, slowly fading into invisibility. A concerned view grew on Aayla's face.

"Will I ever see you again?" She asked.

The Sith had completely vanished, leaving her alone in the empty room, sheets flung across the chamber, pillows tossed aside, the luminescence of hyperspace still spiraling past the window. The silence was as encompassing and vast as the dunes of Tatooine.

"Perhaps." A voice emanated from nowhere.

Aayla smiled, sensing that her companion had left, making her way stealthily back to her ship. She laid back, grinning to herself, proud that she had survived with her wits intact through such a trial, blue light cascading over her form as it glinted with juice.

Eventually she got up and made her way to the shower once again to clean up; the water flowed over her, dragging the thick cream off her skin and into the small circular drain at her feet. She watched it seep down into the dark abyss beneath the grate, reflecting as it drained away. Once again rubbing down her body and head tails especially, she got out and dried off. Walking back out into her room, she analyzed the mess they had made; sheets tossed this way and that, a pool of milk still covered the floor beneath the bed, love cream dripping off the best frame and the ceiling (man, Asajj could shoot), the pillows she had grabbed onto ripped and torn. The mirror was the only thing still intact besides the work desk and drawers that were built into the wall; she gazed at herself in it, satisfied with how she spent her time on this journey.

She adorned herself, putting on her usual tight two piece bra and leggings, wiping off a drop of goo that was still sticking to her chest. Curious, she dropped the ounce of juice onto her tongue and swallowed it; to her surprise, it actually tasted good.

Next time I'll give her some head she thought to herself as she applied her casual footwear.

She stood at the door, straightening her outfit, about to embark to the bridge to see Yularen about their condition. It slid open with a hiss and as she stepped out she noticed the large bulkhead doors at either end of the nearly hallway were shut; she was also met with the sounds she was very familiar with: the sounds of rough love making. She looked down towards where the exit to the elevators would be and watched as Anakin and Ahsoka were making out with each other against the wall, their clothes piled together behind them. Ahsoka was being held up by Anakin's strong and ripped arms, her legs wrapped around his waist as he plowed into her.

"Oooh master!" She called out in ecstasy as wrapped her arms around his neck, his face buried in her neck, her head tails pressed against the bulkhead behind them.

Aayla's mouth was agape at the athleticism from both their parts, watching them for a moment as they relished each other's bodies in lust induced hunger before they stopped and turned their heads and saw her observing them. She shut her mouth and waved shyly as they paused their sensual workout.

"Master Secura!" Ahsoka stammered, recoiling from the length that was now hanging freely in open air, excess load seeping out. "It's not what it looks like!"

"It doesn't?" Aayla asked, still caught off guard.

"Listen, Master-" Anakin started.

They felt the ship slow down in speed as the lights began to flicker; a beeping came from the piles of abandoned clothes, to which Anakin, without releasing his partner, force pulled his alerting communicator to him and raised it to his mouth. His frustration was palpable.

"Yes?"

"Sir, it's Admiral Yularen speaking. We're experiencing more system failures and we've dropped out of hyperspace. I need you up on the bridge immediately."

Anakin, interrupted from his release of months of celibacy, went red to the face, his scowl growing in intensity; Ahsoka took control of the situation.

"Admiral, this is commander Tano! You caught us in the middle of training, are you sure you need him now?"

"Sorry commander, but some of the systems contain sensitive information for General Skywalker's eyes only. As a fleet commander, it's his sole obligation to-"

"Alright Admiral!" Anakin gave up, letting his exotic orange down. "I'll be up in a minute."

"Perhaps General Secura could continue Commander Tano's training in the meantime." Yularen suggested. "Yularen out."

Anakin crushed his device in the palm of his robotic hand and he reapplied his robes over his muscled body; Ahsoka followed suit, slipping her small top over her jiggly round boobs.

"Maybe you two can have some fun." Anakin suggested, nodding his head in Aayla's direction, who had turned to her window while still standing in her doorway. "I'll join you guys as soon as this is over with, as long as she hasn't eaten you alive."

"Yeah right." Ahsoka smirked, secretly loving the idea of being topped by the hottest Jedi master ever.

Aayla turned back to them as the blast doors reopened and Anakin entered a lift. Watching him disappear, she turned to Ahsoka who was only wearing her top and a thong as she approached the Twilek.

"Master, I know this may turn into an even more embarrassing moment for us," Ahsoka confessed. "But I heard you and someone going at it in there. Anakin said he saw you two heating up on each other over some holo-cams and wanted to join you. I was just hoping maybe you could teach me a thing or two."

Ahsoka grinned as she took Aayla's hand in hers.

"Besides, I'm a fast learner."

Aayla locked eyes with the younger Togruta, sensing the intense energy burning inside the Padawan.

"Not today, my friend." Aayla comforted, pulling her hand away. "Delete those holo-recordings and I'll consider it when we get home."

She winked as Ahsoka marveled at her seductive posture; walking past the girl, she made her way to the elevator, Ahsoka watching her thick ass sway as she stepped away.

She turned back to see Tano still hovering at her ajar doorway.

"No exploring." She warned as the doors slid shut.

Ahsoka watched her go then turned towards the chamber, gazing over the bedding that was strewn throughout it, and what looked like… blue milk.

"No regrets!" She cheered as she sauntered in, doors clamping closed behind her.

The hallway was quiet, the hum of the hyperdrive engines remaining inert as Aayla's door remained shut. Only Ahsoka's muffled voice could be heard seeping through the walls.

"Ventress? How did you uungh!"

A long while later...

The unending rain pelted down onto her ship as she walked down the entry ramp, the droplets plinking the metal plating as her boots left it and met the muddy turf. Dark clouds loomed above as the orange lights illuminated the underside of them over her. Sounds of civilization echoed over the barren space port as Asajj gathered in her surroundings, making sure no one noticed her as she adorned her hood and walked towards the exit of the open-aired compound, her shoes sloshing against the rain-tormented earth. She had barely even walked out of sight when another cloaked figure crept towards her ship; keeping an eye out in case she came back, the figure boarded the entry ramp and walked up to the locked door to her vessel. The person lowered his hood, revealing his green skinned human-like face, apart from the lack of hair and the wrinkled nose. Reaching out a hand, he summoned a small pen-like tool and stuck it into the lock on the outside of the hatch and began to twist it back and forth, hearing the clicking and latches being undone inside the doorway. It slid open with a hiss and he scampered inside, closing it behind him.

Slipping the device into his belt, he patted around his pockets until he felt his holodevice and whipped it out; tapping some buttons, beeping noises chimed out for a couple seconds before the call was established. The image of yet another darkly robed figure fizzled to life.

"I'm in." The green alien's growly voice informed the man on the other end. "Wasn't hard; it was just a simple AD-675 Alkane lock, pretty common on single person starships. Honestly I think it-"

"Stay on track." The man commanded forcefully. "Have you found the holoimage?"

The green alien scanned the cockpit before shuffling into the pilot's quarters; upon the bed, Asajj's holodevice sat upon the thin blanket which was sprawled across it.

"Aha!" The alien exclaimed. "Found it!"

He activated it and the enlarged image of a tit-flashing Aayla Secura fizzled to life before him; he fell back in awe of the beautiful woman who shone before him, his mouth agape. His holodevice nearly slipped out of his hand before the contact shook him out of his surprise.

"Stay focused! Send me that image now!"

It took the alien a second to recompose himself, but soon he had sent the image over his device to the contact.

"Good, our business is finished." The cloaked figure confirmed. "The other half of the funds are in your account."

"It's been a pleasure… actually, not really." The alien admitted. "I don't usually ask, not my business, but what does a respectable Jedi like yourself want with a nude of some Twilek thot?"

"You're right," the man removed his hood to reveal his bald head, his black skin mixing with the blue image of the hologram, his firm jawline fixed into a near permanent scowl. "It's not your business."

The alien held his hand up in surrender.

"You're the boss, Master Windu."

To be continued...