Pre-chapter notes
Apologies for the last chapter being so long. I'll make sure they're more condensed. Once the wheels started spinning they couldn't be stopped. iykyk.
This'll be more of an "in between encounters" chapter where it's more plot focused than encounter focus. Last chapter had so much in it, I feel like I should flesh the setting out more.
This won't be an ongoing series. Once I plan a definite end point, that'll be a cap on this story, just fyi.
Sorry if I repeat the same adjective a little too much, there's only so many ways I can describe what's happening at any given time.
Also, Aayla's head tails are called lekku, so I'll be using that term from now on.
Eat more pizza and have a good one
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Purple lips met white ones as the two women slid against one another, breasts collapsing over one another, thighs caressing each other, blue arms wrapping around the back of the lover who was thrusting her to her heart's content. Aayla soaked in the pleasure as Shaak topped her with dominating effect, grinding against the Twilek with force.
"Ooh Aayla," Shaak moaned. "I'm close!"
"Do it, Shaak!" Aayla encouraged, letting her partner go wild on her, leaning her head back against the pillows as a hand pinned one of her arms above her head while another groped her tits, squeezing and smacking them.
"Ooooughhh" Shaak groaned as Aayla felt a jet of liquid squirt down her leg.
Shaak stopped thrusting and let herself go limp on top of her blue bed mate. Ever since she heard that Aayla had gone missing after a Seperatist attack, she had been worried sick and now she could release that emotion onto Aayla's body. They laid together for a while, hearts beating in time, their warmth keeping each other comfy as the pink light from a display board outside pierced through the window and shined over their apartment.
They had found a new one to meet in after the last one they shared had collapsed following their last "encounter". It was less grungy than the previous, the only thing on the floor besides the nice ornate carpet being their clothes which had come off the second they closed the door behind them. Two half full glasses of greenish liquor were left unfinished on the simple table at the opposite end of the rectangular room, sitting against another window which looked out at the sprawling megacity of Coroscant's underworld. Pounding music and discourse could be heard on the street 4 floors below them as patrol craft hovered across the faraway rooftops of the bustling metropolis, a hyper train shooting past in the distance.
Shaak Ti released her lips from Aayla's, grinning as she leaned up and gave her partner's thick legs a good smack before dismounting the bed and sauntering towards the table. Aayla watched her sexy ass jiggle in the neon light as Shaak picked up a glass and began to sip, looking out over the cityscape, crossing one of her arms underneath her chest while getting small tastes of the rare vintage wine that she has brought.
Getting out of bed, Aayla joined her lover at the window, hugging her from behind, a blue hand reaching down to Shaak's lower lips and slowly rubbing. The Togruta continued to drink as Aayla nuzzled her neck, moving her white and green head tails aside. After finishing the glass, Shaak set it down and pivoted in Aayla's embrace to face her, noses practically touching.
"You know, we got really dirty over there." Shaak spoke seductively, Aayla absorbing every word with intent. "Maybe we need a shower to clean off."
Aayla smiled, nodding in agreement before landing a kiss on the Jedi's lips. The locked mouths for a moment before a beeping began to buzz beneath Aayla's piled up clothes; she broke the kiss and scrambled over to slide her top back on before holding her hologram device up to her face and answering the call; Kit Fisto's chiseled face appeared, the image flickering with blue fizzling light.
"Master Secura, I'm pleased to see that you've returned unharmed!" He said with charm, grinning his perfect teeth. "Perhaps, when you're ready, we should have another 'training session'. You're very skilled and I can always use another lesson."
"Oh-of course, Master Fisto!" Aayla stuttered, caught off guard, noticing he was shirtless; his feed caught off at his abs, but she could tell that he probably wasn't dressed beneath that either. "I guess I'm free whenever you feel like training."
"Wonderful!" He exclaimed. "How does next week sound? I'm off in the Gedabo system on a survey mission."
"Sounds great." She confirmed, blushing slightly.
"Great!"
"Kit," Aayla heard a feminine voice say on his end of the call. "Could you maybe soften it up a little?"
Fisto looked down towards his waistline as the call disconnected.
Aayla scoffed as Shaak came up behind her and hugged her from around the back.
"He could just say he wants some Twilek ass." Aayla muttered, pulling off her top as she tossed her communicator to the ground.
"It may be that you're the only Jedi he's ever really been with." Shaak though aloud. "He always did have an eye for you."
"You've never been with him?" Aayla questioned, hands sliding around Shaak's waist.
"When we discussed our 'meditations' a little while ago, I gave him a handjob for his silence." Shaak confessed, kissing a lekku. "He's like you, he can use the force to sense other people's minds. He could tell that I had done the deed and wanted to know who."
Aayla pondered that for a second before releasing a heavy sigh. "It's fine. At least he's good at it."
"Right." Shaak chuckled. "Now, about that shower…"
Water poured down the glass sided stall as the two once again battled with their mouths, tongues fighting each other; Shaak gripped Aayla's hips and she slowly lowered herself, licking her neck, breasts, snaking down her toned stomach until she arrived at her desired destination. Aayla took hold of Shaak's head tails as she felt her tongue protrude into her blue slit, water cascading down her writhing body; she moaned out Shaak's name as she felt hands grasp her big blue ass cheeks. All the while, in her mind she was preoccupied, thinking about what Kit could do to her and Shaak if his always speaking tongue slipped a little too far.
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The sun brilliantly shone off the majestic buildings of the overworld as Aayla hiked the steps up to the Jedi temple, light reflecting off the huge windows that dotted the massive towers which jutted into the sky. Waving hello and making small talk to some acquaintances as she made her way inside the large entry pavilion. Walking past Jedi of all shapes and sizes (along with getting a couple glances of her ever revealing top and new open legged dress), she strolled through the mammoth sized corridors and hallways until she entered the library. Bookshelves which seemingly up to heaven became a maze as Aayla searched and searched for her desired readings.
"Master Secura," an elderly voice spoke behind her. "May I help you find something you're looking for?"
She spun around and came face to face with Master Jocasta, the book keeper of the temple; her heavy robes, straightened white hair and slight facial wrinkles didn't distract from the large smile she wore.
"Master Jocasta!" Aayla exclaimed, somewhat surprised. "I didn't hear you come up!"
"Libraries must be as silent as possible to not disturb those who wish to study the arts of the force." Jocasta informed. "Now what do you seek to study today?"
"I'm curious about a force technique I once heard of, a mind trick so powerful that it can erase a complete series of memories from one's mind. My master Quinlan Vos once spoke of it," She stated. "before he left the order, of course."
Jocasta's smile turned into a pondering frown.
"Hmmm, perhaps I do have something that could shed light on your question. Follow me."
The duo wandered through endless stores and piles of texts until they ended up in a seemingly older section of the library. Instead of the usual multicolored data pads lining the shelves, bizarre brown leather binded physical books were on display, ancient writings of Jedi and other force wielders long past. They sidled up to a shelf with the engraving "Workings of the force upon the mind" which had dainty cobwebs embedded in the crevices in between titles.
"Perhaps this selection can help you, Master." Jocasta guessed, turning around and heading back the way she came. "Come find me if there's anything you need."
"Thank you, master!" Aayla called afterwards, scanning the labels for anything interesting.
After a couple minutes sifting through writings, she carried a short pile of texts to a high top table placed in the clearing between a couple bookshelves and began to read.
Memory erasing, memory erasing, memo- no that's brainwashing I don't want that Aayla thought to herself as her eyes scanned page after page. What felt like hours passed as she flipped through 3 thick books on the inner workings of Jedi mind manipulation, studies written by old secluded force users in sometimes insightful and mannered prose or other times in manic scribblings. What she had used on the villagers on Meridian was merely a result of the small bits and pieces she had learned on the subject from her old master on a small population which had only just witnessed what she wanted them to forget; her next target had uncovered the truth about her and Shaak months ago and never let it down. What she was going to have to do would mean reading through centuries of studies, practices, and ponderings of many Jedi before her.
And yet, hours later, she was still getting nowhere; she had gone back and forth from the bookshelf to the table, bringing books to and from her study space to no avail. Everything she read through was either too fragmented from lost pages, too high concept for even her knowledge of the force, or downright unreadable. She groaned in frustration, slamming the last book shut and placing it on top of the pile of the others. She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms as she viewed the tower of leather bound pages with distaste.
She got up and was about to leave the mess for a library assistant to come clean it up before something caught her eye; between two rows of bookshelves was a small, ornate door, in deep shadows only illuminated by a small lamp above it. Curious of what such a spooky looking door could lead to in a library, she walked over to realize it was locked with a force magnet, a security device that could only be unlocked by a skilled force user. Knowing a couple tricks from Quinlan, she deactivated it easily and the door slid open. Walking inside, she found herself in a dimly lit room, the ceiling low; around the room were display cases with books inside them. The covers were of varying stages of decay, but many of them seemed like they had images of dark and evil visuals from Sith iconography. Beneath the displays were labels on the contents of each text, spanning from "The Reversal of Death through Force Manipulation" to "Channeling of Force Energies into Sabers and other Weaponry" but the one that really caught her eye as she moved through the lot was "Manipulation and Erasure of the Mind's Substances" by a Sith who's name was scribbled out from the label.
Opening the case, she took it out and made her way back to her work table. Pulling over the cover, she read the prologue.
Within these pages are my work and aspirations of freeing the mind of the respect of Jedi scum and the implanting of fear and praise for myself and myself alone, for my being is great and my force is greater
She began to turn to the next page until-
"Aayla!"
The Twilek slammed the book closed and shoved into the midst of the others as she turned to see Ahsoka walking up behind her.
"Funny seeing you in the Ancient texts section!" The young Togruta remarked, walking behind Aayla's chair and admiring the pile she had gone through. "I guess you've been more active than I thought."
"T-thank you, Ahsoka." Aayla stammered. "I have been reading a great deal. Now if you don't mind, I really should get back-"
"Master," Ahsoka interrupted, sighing heavily before locking their eyes together. "I know who you fucked on Anakin's ship."
Aayla was taken aback, surprised at the straightforwardness of the Padawan.
"I'm sorry Ahsoka, but I don't know what you mean." Aayla deflected, crossing her arms underneath her heaving breasts. "If I recall, you were the one shagging your master in the hallway outside my quarters."
"Both Anakin and I were heading to your quarters after sensing that you were with someone." Ahsoka pointed out. "I was outside and heard the entire thing. Plus he had security cams, which I deleted the footage from, so…"
Aayla blushed. At least she deleted that recording.
"I heard her clap your cheeks and motorboat your tits," Ahsoka continued. "Along with all the eating each other out business. You should consider getting some sound dampeners when you go at it."
"Gee, thanks." Aayla said. "That's not the first time someone's commented on my volume. Wait a minute, how'd you know it's a she?"
Ahsoka shrugged.
"Because she and I hooked up right after."
The look of confusion turned to shock on Aayla's face, going purple in the face.
"It's fine!" Ahsoka assured. "It was fun; she put on that strap on and emptied her balls in me a couple times. It was in your room when I tried to take some of your underwear, sorry." She said cheekily.
Aayla couldn't break the look of surprise, her jaw hanging wide open, stuttering noises breaking out.
"Now," Ahsoka sat on the edge of the table, using a finger to close Aayla's mouth. "You promised that we'd… 'study' together if I deleted those tapes, and boy is Master Skywalker driving himself up a wall looking for deleted video files, so…"
Aayla caught on to what Ahsoka was suggesting.
"Very funny Ahsoka, but-"
"Shhhhh." An orange finger slid over Aayla's lips. "I made a copy of it for myself, whenever I need a good release." She admitted. "We wouldn't want that copy winding into the hands of Master Skywalker again, would we? He can be so hard at concealing his emotions."
Aayla frowned, flustered. After a moment of thinking, she gave in.
"Fine," she surrendered. "But after this, you delete that file."
"If this is good enough to savor the memory of, by all means!" Ahsoka smiled as she got off the table and ducked down underneath it and grabbed hold of Aayla's legs.
Sighing, Aayla lifted up her dress so Ahsoka got a good view of her bare snatch; she grinned and leaned into Aayla's clit and began to prod it with her tongue.
"Mmm" Aayla hummed as the Togruta began to work beneath her dress, slipping her saliva slab up and down with glee. Aayla closed her eyes as she relaxed her posture, letting Ahsoka have her way with her body as the Padawan greedily sucked and slobbered over her lower entrance.
"Mmm I had a dream about this." Ahsoka said as she continued her meal. "We were back on Meridian, and you and I were in the mmm tall grass outside the village!"
"Oooh yeah?" Aayla responded and she grasped the edge of the table, grimacing.
"Yeah slobber. You and I were making out nnngh hard, our bodies were heaving against each other in the dirt, I was latched aaah onto your tits as you pile drives me into the ground with your oooh snatch."
"Mmmm sounds exciting." Aayla admitted as she spread her thighs farther apart for easier access.
"Plomph yeah." Ahsoka agreed as she wrapped her arms around Aayla's trunks as she pushed further into her.
The duo continued for a while until Ahsoka realized her skills in tongue loving were too limited to make a goddess like Aayla cum, so she moved onto plan B as she pulled away and got up from underneath the table. Aayla pulled her dress back down and got up.
"Well, Padawan, that was…nice," Aayla said. "but now I should get back to studying."
"Oh, no you don't." Ahsoka smirked. "I haven't gotten my fill of you yet."
Aayla's expression turned from frowning to shock as Ahsoka fished around in her pocket and pulled out a toy which looked strikingly similar to Asajj's, only a bit smaller in length.
"Bend over, against the table if you prefer." Ahsoka relayed as she moved behind her, kicking the chair aside.
Aayla sighed and leaned down against the cold table top, breasts squishing against the wooden panels as she felt Ahsoka lift up her dress.
"This is where the fun begins!" Ahsoka exclaimed as she plunged into the lubed up folds.
The smacking commenced; Ahsoka's pelvis collided with Aayla's gargantuan derrière as the Twilek grunted with each clap. The member wasn't nearly as long as Asajj's, probably only 4 inches by her estimate, so her mind immediately began jumping to how she could escape this unseemly situation. Ahsoka, in the meantime, was on a thrill ride, eyes closed in bliss as she rammed the hottest Jedi in the galaxy over and over again.
"Ah ah ah ah Aayla!" She cried, as her balls began to expand. She pulled her top down and massaged her jiggling fun bags and she wailed on the Jedi master, the sounds of meat colliding sending her into a frenzy. "Say my name, baby, let it out!"
And you worry about my volume Aayla muttered to herself. "Oh, oh, Ahsoka, oh." She halfheartedly grunted as she got herself comfortable for what seemed to be turning into a long affair.
She glanced over at the Sith book that was nestled in with the others. Deciding that she wasn't doing anything of importance, she reached over and putting it under her chin, scanned across the pages as her ass was getting pumped by a young horny Togruta, letting out some fake moans from time to time.
"Ooh this is what Asajj must've felt when pounding me!" Ahsoka reminisced aloud.
"Oh I'm sure of it." Aayla chided as she kept reading.
"Snips! There you are! I-"
The duo turned to see a shocked Anakin Skywalker standing a few feet away, mouth agape, a bulge growing in his pants. Ahsoka's toy evaporated into nothingness as she backed away from Aayla's ass, scrambling to pull up her pants as the Twilek's dress regained composure.
"Anakin! It's not what it-" Ahsoka stammered.
"It is what it looks like." Aayla countered, getting off the table. "Your Padawan has my sextape that she stole from you and used it as leverage to shag me."
Anakin turned to Ahsoka, annoyance emanating from his face.
"You took it?"
"She asked me to in exchange for teaching me a thing or two!" Ahsoka pleaded. "Please just don't be mad!"
"Don't worry, Padawan." Aayla comforted the Togruta, her mind coming up with a plan. "I actually asked Anakin here for a couple lessons in love making, but it so happens you showed up right before our meeting time."
"Really?" Asked Ahsoka.
"Really?" Asked Anakin. "Cough I mean, yes! Great timing snips."
He looked at Aayla, confused; she looked back, implying to roll with the script.
She slipped off her top to let her breasts slip out and hang as the master and apprentice watched her, enamored with her figures as she removed her dress. Within seconds, Anakin's robes were off and he was embracing the Twilek, sliding his fully erect shaft against her thigh, his mouth sucking on one of her fun bags. Aayla grunted as she felt Ahsoka's face burying in her butt and lubing up her back door with saliva.
Soon, she was lying on her back on the table, meat plunging into where Ahsoka's toy was before, this time with greater length and girth, while Ahsoka herself was sitting on her face, relishing the sensations of Aayla devouring her clit, her hands grasping Aayla's jiggling blimps. Her blue legs were resting against Anakin's shoulders as he pumped in and out like a machine, with consistent speed and power; sweat poured down his brow as he gazed at the amazing female he was bedding.
Not long after, Ahsoka couldn't hold it in anymore and burst onto Aayla's face before sliding onto the table with her, panting. Deciding now was the best time, Aayla spread her legs around Anakin's waist and squeezed, holding him captive.
"Oooooh Aayla!" He groaned in ecstasy as he felt his balls surge.
She leant up and wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered to him, channeling the techniques she had read in the Sith journal.
"You will forget all but my name and face. You will forget my sexual actions that you've witnessed. You will forget any emotions you've had when looking at me. You will do this and not depart from my commands."
Anakin's eyes had rolled into his head as he blew his load. He fell back and landed on the ground with a thud as Ahsoka got off the table and ran to his side.
"Anakin? What's wrong?" She cried.
She turned to Aayla, who was looking over them while sliding her top back on.
"What did you do?!" Ahsoka interrogated, reaching for her clothes as well.
"I was reading about mind trick techniques and how to erase memories." Aayla admitted, adorning her dress around her waist. "There's someone who's seen me in the act and who is trying to control me because of it. I need his memory of me wiped in order to protect the one I love. I need to get my target in emotional chaos in order to use this technique properly."
She leaned down to Ahsoka, who was compiling Anakin's robes together.
"I can have him forget you two ever hooked up." Aayla offered. "I imagine that must've made your relationship with him… strenuous."
Ahsoka looked up at her with needy eyes.
"Please, could you do that?"
"I can," Aayla confirmed. "If you delete that video of me and Asajj."
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Weeks later, Aayla strutted down the corridors of the residential wing of the temple, rocking her best cleavage showing top and her tightest set of pants as she made her way to the elevator leading down to Kit Fisto's chamber. Breathing easy in the fact that Ahsoka had deleted the evidence of her and Ventress making out and that Anakin had no memory of the events transpiring with no noticeable side effects, her heart was still pumping in anticipation of the night ahead.
The sun was setting over the chrome skyscrapers outside the hallway windows as she arrived at the lift. She called it and stepped inside; on the way down she checked her lipstick on the reflective surface of the door before it slid open.
Kit had prepared for tonight's event; there were candles floating around the room, fragrant scents emanating from small devices situated around the floor on the platform, and light classical music playing from speakers in the ceiling. Kit himself stood in the center of the platform in front of his neatened bed which was ordained with silken sheets; beside it was an ice bucket containing a bottle of some unrecognizable liquor from some distant planet he had visited. He had put on his best and most distinguished robe for the occasion, a white cloak with red and gold buttons running down the middle.
"Aayla, so good to see you!" He proclaimed as he walked up to her and planted a kiss right on her mouth.
He led her to his bedside where she sat down on the end as he poured them both glasses of wine.
"Tonight's going to be very special to me." He said, pacing around as he drank his glass.
"You say that every time." Aayla reminded, sipping the bubbles off the top of her drink.
"Only so that I might hear it from your lips one day." He said cheerfully, strutting his stuff as he sidled down next to her.
Aayla set her cup on the ground and leaned into his ear.
"You'll have to see my other lips on that." She spoke softly into his ear, making him brick up underneath his garments. "I don't want any of this romantic gesturing when I know what you really want: you want to peg me until your balls are empty and your ears are full of my moaning your name as you smash my body to clay. So you know what?"
Kit sat there flabbergasted, clinging to every word as her blue hand undid the buttons on his robes.
"Tonight is a special night. Tonight, I want you in me deep."
He watched as she stood up and stripped, her magnificent udders flopping out, teaming, ready to burst; her ass jiggled it's way to freedom, her curvaceous waist and thighs standing in full glory right in front of his very eyes. He had boned her before, but tonight, she was hungry for him. She stood there, one hand groping a tit, one sliding around her stomach, tracing around her clit.
"What're you waiting for?" She cooed. "Pound me."
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To be continued
I lied, next chapter might will be a long one, folks
