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This chapter is nsfw heavy

I mean this whole story is all nsfw so idk what you were expecting

I'm thinking about maybe writing an Asajj spinoff? Or maybe a prequel chapter or two with Aayla's old master. Let me know what you think.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away…

Jedi Master Aayla Secura has been discovered with her secret lover by fellow Jedi Kit Fisto; while searching for ways to fix the situation, she found a book with the teachings of an ancient Sith Lord on the techniques of memory erasing. Now with the skills needed to erase Fisto's mind and safeguard her relationship, she seeks to get him to a state of emotional chaos, before performing the mind trick.

Kit was already running hot as the Twilek stripped her garments in front of his very eyes; when they had met up before, he'd usually be the one to initiate the encounter, but here he was, sitting on the edge of his bed flabbergasted as the blue supermodel strutted over to him and began to stroke his erection, still held underneath the nice dress robe he had bought for tonight. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and rock his head back as her hands gripped and slid over his bulge. Her small moans excited him as he clenched his fists against the sheets, feeling her breath exhaling over his cloak. He felt her large breasts press against his legs as she got on her knees and continued her handling of his jewels; another soft hand slipped inside and massaged his tightening balls with lustful intent. He reached out an arm and began to stroke one of her lekku that was draped over his left leg, causing more moans.

"Open wide, big boy." Aayla commanded as she with both hands ripped the cloak wide open, ornate buttons flying every which way as his staff stood fully raised.

He looked down at her intense brown eyes that were eyeing up his prize, 9 inches of green girth teeming with liquid, ready to erupt. He opened his mouth to make some snarky comment until she raised her head and descended upon his manhood; with one swift movement, 5 inches disappeared right into her maw, lips clenching around it. She then began to bob her head up and down, sucking and slurping belching from her throat as it throbbed inside her.

"Oh Aayla!" He grunted as she continued her work.

He writhed out of the cloak and tossed it into the pool of water surrounding his bed platform as the female Jedi absorbed his length down her throat, sounds of groaning and slurping echoing throughout the chamber. He grabbed onto her other lekku draping over his right leg and began to thrust his pelvis upwards, driving his Johnson into her mouth with force, grunting with each push.

Aayla felt him take control as his meat pushed closer to her gag reflex limit; she grabbed his muscular calves as he jackhammered her gullet, tiny leaks of cream seeping into her throat.

"Aayla!" He groaned. "Ungh that's it! Take it like a good girl!"

The sensations engulfing her, she leaned into the thrusting as he sunk his log deeper, holding her head in place as she got close to his base, her nose pressing against his waist. He growled, eyes shut with concentration as he locked her in, her gag reflex kicking up as the first jet of cum shooting right down her throat, followed by a couple more clumps of the stuff. She took it all eagerly, waiting for him to release her to continue her mission.

Finally, he let go, leaving marks on her lekku from his grip; without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed underneath his armpits and hoisted her onto his abdomen, her tits engulfing his softening member. Knowing the drill, Aayla quickly went to work clasping and clapping her fun bags together around it as leaks moisturized her chest, liquid pouring out in between her boobs. She grunted as she bounced them up and down, feeling him get hard once again. He was leaning up on his elbows now, watching with smug approval as she worked on him, a stain still dripping from her lips.

Mm mm mm mm

His tip was now poking up from her tits, poking against her neck as she kept up the pace, feeling it harden in the canyon between her milk jugs. The mushroom was glistening with juice as it seemed ready to burst once again; Aayla stretched her tongue down to play with it as Kit reached out and smacked one of her tatas with force, causing her to grunt once again. She pumped him for a while, him growing ever hornier and harder under her constant assault.

Smack smack smack

Finally, he backed out, pulling Aayla up onto the bed with him and laying her on her back, one hand rubbing her chest with glee while another touched himself. She watched him admire her body in anticipation of the next activity.

"Hmmm," he pondered. "Missionary is too… beneath you. You need to… stretch yourself."

Soon, she was leaning off the bed, head resting against the floor as her ass rested on the edge of the mattress, legs stretching into the air. Kit moved the edge of the mattress above her and firmly grasped her thighs as he angled his dick right into her clit and sunk the entire thing in. Practically upside down, all she could do was take it as she suddenly realized this was what a butter churn felt like, a rod vertically pumping in and out.

"Ooooooh" she roared as the most bizarre sex position took a toll on her back which was arched out.

Kit's balls became looser as they smacked against her butt cheeks, churning with thick cream as he juiced her. He was squatting on the bed above her, girding up and down while trying to keep his length from slipping out. He grinned with cunning as he soaked in the other Jedi's moans of frustration as she struggled to remain from slipping out of his grasp.

"This is ugh a good position for the book!" He said. "I'll have to try this on Luminara!"

Force, he's fucking her too? Aayla couldn't believe her ears. How many women does this guy get?

She roared her way through an orgasm, him still containing another outbreak, his member pulsing inside her; it exploded upwards onto his balls and legs, coating his dick in sticky liquid.

"Oh Aayla! We love to see it!" He said teasingly as he pulled out, leaving her to get herself to her feet. "But now it's my turn."

As soon as she was on her feet, she was immediately brought to her knees again, his hands guiding her head right to his groin as her lips sunk around it. He shot three more loads into her throat as she gagged on his length, him chuckling as she struggled to hold back from gagging.

"C'mon Aayla, I thought you were the expert on blow jobs!" He joked as he stood up and hoisted her onto the bed.

She landed on her stomach, her boobs pressing into the ornately covered mattress as she felt her legs being hoisted into the air and a mushroom-like object pressing against her asshole.

"You said no more anal last time!" She roared in defiance as more cream dribbled out of her mouth.

"Sorry, A, but that ass is too good to not pummel." Kit explained as he dove in, his arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her bottom half in the air as he jerked in and out of her tight back entrance.

"Ah ah ah ah!" She grunted as he pistoned back and forth, squelching noises clamoring as juice leaked out and down her nether region.

Her blue cheeks jiggled profoundly with each impact as he went faster than ever before, turning on the hyperdrive as he pumped her once again. She roared through the pain as she struggled to remain concentrated on her final goal: to erase his memory of them ever hooking up and of ever discovering her and Shaak's relationship. Nevertheless, that didn't diminish from the battering she was taking from the stud as he had his way with her rear; for a solid 15 minutes it continued like this until finally, he emptied himself inside her and dropped her onto the bed.

She panted as she tried to regain composure as she heard footsteps walking around the bed; appearing in front of her, he pivoted her onto her back, member hovering over her face. Sinking it in between her breasts once again, she got a mouthful of his large balls as he bucked his hips into her fun bags for a second time, thrusting with incredible speed, his tip protruding out the other side. She roared between his legs as his jewels jangled around her mouth, her tongue slapping against his sack with saliva. She felt him reach out with the force and spread her legs apart while massaging her clit at the same time.

"Mmmrrrphhh" she groaned as her nose brushed against his underside, feeling herself losing control. Must… keep… going!

Like a fire hydrant, his dick spewed out another load all over her stomach, her abs coated in the white substance. She came with a moan, lips still around his balls, as his massaging making her come again; without a word, he retracted his balls out from her maw and bent down so that his mouth was at her entrance as his Johnson was soft and dangling above her mouth. Not resisting, Aayla let it lower into her awaiting lips as he began to prod her slit with his slick tongue; he rolled them upside down, him being underneath on his back while she laid on top of him, lubing up his dick as her tits squished against his six pack.

She felt him getting hard once again as she bobbed her head up and down, feeling the softened 5 incher grow into a 6, then 7. He began to jerk his hips upwards, driving his length in and out of her with force, loose balls smacking her nose.

"Mm mm mm mm!"

"Ooh Aayla!"

He trapped her head in place, hammering his length into her mouth as it began to spurt precum. He titled back his head from her opening and relished the sensations as the slurps and muffled cries for a time out were covered by the splattering squelches of his meat protruding into down her gullet. The 69 continued for seemingly an eternity until he came in her throat once again and she rolled off onto her back.

"Kit, I need a second… to catch my breath." She admitted as her chest heaved.

He reached off the end of the bed to pick up his glass and refill it with the fine he had stored in the cooler bucket off to the side. He sipped it with intent, eyeing his bed mate as she recovered, breasts jutting towards the ceiling; he refilled the other glass, and holding it over her tits, emptied a part of it out onto them, and eagerly lapped it all up, getting a couple moans out of the Twilek.

"Tell me, when you were stranded," Kit questioned suggestively. "Was there any… eventful encounter?"

Sure, I got eaten out by a lemur she thought, flabbergasted that he wasn't nearly close to being on the precipice of emotional instability she needed. She had to drive him into a crazier frenzy of emotion and thought, so craftily she made something up, writing the perfect arousal story in her head. She smiled at her own cleverness, sure that this would get him rock hard.

"Yes, actually; after the crash, I overheard Bly and Rex talking about how they were too young to die." Aayla cooed, rolling onto her side, letting her milk jugs flop to one side. . "That they hadn't even felt the warmth of a woman yet. Well, I couldn't have that, so after making sure Anakin and Ahsoka weren't around, I walked up to them and flashed my tits at them and said that I let them penetrate me in every way imaginable."

Kit was rubbing his mast with quickening speed as sweat dribbled down his forehead, his black eyes gazing at her as she rubbed one of her breasts.

"Rex was clumsy, still removing his armor as Bly stuck his cock right in my mouth and started humping me. Man, his abs were clenching as he thrusted it down my throat, so long and meaty. Soon, Rex finally joined us and I fit him in my mouth as well; don't remember how I managed that, but I do remember the feeling of two dicks slapping together inside my cheeks. I think it was Bly that pulled out and got me to reverse cowgirl on top of his length as Rex continued to face fuck me, I started losing track. Soon, one of them was underneath me and slipping it in while the other was inside my ass; oh, the double penetration sent me over the edge. It was like being a cock sleeve for a pair of Gordanian bulls with how big their hammers were!"

Kit was furiously hammering at his staff, beads of sweat dampening the mattress around him.

"I remember the clone I was on top of started sucking my tits, yanking really hard on my tips; I think I actually let some milk loose into his mouth like a wetnurse. Eventually, Ahsoka wandered in, and boy was she horny! Within moments, she was laying on her back on top of one of the troopers as she was getting DP'ed while I sat on her face, her tongue exploring my insides!"

Aayla let loose a few seductive moans as she watched her prey lose himself in ecstasy, his member on the verge of eruption.

"Fuck, it was hot that day; we were making out on the grassy floor of the savannah, wildlife from all around coming over to watch us collapse upon Ahsoka! Boy was she loving it, especially when Skywalker showed up and-"

"Ooooooh!" Kit released a huge load right into the air, the arc dispersing in air and coating the couple with small droplets of juice.

His chest was heaving, cheeks slightly red as his member shrunk down, ball sagging; his tentacles sprawled out from the back of his head in every direction, the red from his cheeks flowing across them. His mind was shrouded by bliss, his thoughts cloudy as his unconstrained emotions shot through his system uncontrollably.

Well, he's definitely emotionally compromised Aayla thought to herself. It has only been about an hour as she slid a hand across his package which slumped in her grasp. She looked over his panting chest and stomach, pondering what to do next. His raspy voice broke her train of thought.

"Top me… mommy." He muttered, silently panting for air as he softly cupped his balls.

She smirked, knowing that it was unlike him to ask to be dominated, and not wanting to pass up the chance, she obliged. Soon, she was laying on top of him, working her thigh job skills as his still recovering member squished and flattened between her thick legs, tip resting against her snatch. His limp arms were by his side as Aayla worked him, breasts heaving against his chest as she whispered dirty words right into his ear.

"You can have me, Kit Fisto."

"I want your essence in me now, Kit Fisto."

Her titanic trunks grinded him as she relished the euphoria of topping arguably one of the most skilled Jedi warriors in the entire Grand Army of the Republic. She rocked back and forth to step up the intensity as she sensed him loving every second of her leg job assault on his limp manhood.

"You like being squished between my legs, don't you?"

"Fuck, it's so big!"

The rutting continued until finally Aayla felt a surge in his sack; his matador released a spurt of liquid into her ass crack, the glue sliming up her holes as she released the length from between her columns. She raised herself and sat on his lap, squishing his member between his abdomen and her nether region; she then began to grind once again, murmurs of pleasure seeping from her lips as he grasped her calves. They rocked back and forth, Kit still taking in the sensations as Aayla dominated him, using his member to her own devices, slipping it in between her folds like a hotdog through a bun. Lifting herself a little, she angled the slightly hard shaft into her slit and lowered herself onto it with a groan. She started bouncing, feeling the sausage jutting into her as she felt the tip getting lubed up.

"Oh oh oh oh!" she grunted as she bounced, breasts jiggling as she slammed her pelvis into his with intensifying smacks.

Little did Aayla know that after minutes of her riding him, he began to regain strength and concentration. Moving his hands up to grasp her waist tight, Kit began to jerk upwards as Aayla landed on him, increasing power and speed with each thrust. Soon, the duo were in full swing, their bodies colliding with such ferocity the bed started to creak. Sweat trickled down from her cleavage and down her abs which were still glistening with cum.

"Oh oh oh oh!" Aayla felt a wave encompass her as she felt her clit tremble with the impending orgasm on the horizon, with the added pressure of his now fully hardened dick.

"Mmph you thought you could get the mmph best of me?" Fisto growled as he pistoned his length with incredible precision. "I'm just getting omph warmed up!"

This isn't good Aayla lamented.

He roared as he unloaded yet more liquid into her like a fire hose, balls clenching as jets of cream shot through his pole. She held on for dear life as she groaned through an orgasm of her own, coating his Johnson and mixing with his liquid as it seeped out of her. He grunted as he swung her over onto her back as he pulled out and slid down to her zone and began to lick and slobber all over her, lapping up her runoff as she panted, grabbing some of his tentacles for support.

"Oooooooh!"

After a while of cleaning up her entrance, Kit raised himself onto his knees as he gazed over his bed mate who was writhing and squirming from his assault.

"Aayla, I didn't know you could go this long!" He remarked, rubbing one of his head tentacles. "You've definitely gone further than any of my other conquests!"

"Thanks mmm I guess." Aayla muttered as she got on her elbows. "How much more do you have left?"

"Oh, tons!" Kit stated proudly, flashing his devilish grin. "As a reward for your excellence, I think I'll take you where no other woman has been!"

"What's that?" She asked as Kit lowered himself back to her opening.

Still handling his head tails, it dawned on Aayla what he was about to do as he wrapped two of them around his head and began to stuff one into her snatch. She gasped at the bizarre and invasive feeling as he pushed it deeper.

"Aaaagh!" She threw her head back as she felt the tip of another poking into the same access point. "Kit! You son of a booooh!"

He slid a second tentacle in, grinning as his prey arched her back in ecstasy, overcome by the thrill of being double stuffed. The thick tails stuck a couple inches inside her body as he readied another one for entry; rolling the Twilek onto her side, he spread her cheeks with his one hand while grasping a third tentacle and hovering it over her ass.

"Kit! Wait a minu-"

Without a second's hesitation, he slid it right inside her pucker, eliciting further grunting from the babe. Aayla's cheeks (the ones on her face, that is) were purple from the constant panting, her entire body running hot, feeling the invading organs wiggle around. She felt something brush against her lekku and looked up to see Kit bending over her abdomen, stretching another tentacle towards her face.

"Do me a favor and swallow!" Kit pleaded as the sensations from his head tails were shooting blood right to his member.

Without delay, Aayla opened her maw and felt as Kit rammed his tentacle down into her mouth; it was warm and girthy as Aayla slobbered over the rounded tip as Kit was overloading with the amount of euphoria. To add onto the weight bearing down on his loins, she reached out and started to grope yet another tentacle, stroking it up and down as she went cross eyed from the tentacle she was swallowing reached her gag point.

"Mmrph slomph slurp" Aayla tried to mutter something to no avail as Kit seemed on the verge of another collapse having stretched himself too far.

He was hunched over her sideways body, one hand stabilizing himself while the other stroked his stiff length with incredible speed. He was gasping for air, his eyes barely open as his mind began to cloud again, his senses stretched too thin to withhold the flood of emotion.

"Aayl-aaah!" He groaned as he came all over her back, sinking down on top of her, tentacles still inserted.

He began to drool into the mattress as Aayla removed the tentacle in her mouth; grunting, she pulled out the one in her ass and the two in her cooch delicately. She released the one she had in her hand and looked down at the master who was laying perpendicularly across her, his stomach heaving as he trapped her between him and the bed. One of his hands reached out and began to massage one of her tits as if it had a mind of its own, sensing shivers up her spine as she recovered from bukkake.

"Aayla…" he murmured from his stupor. "What happened next?"

"What?" She asked as she wiped some saliva off her lips.

"The story… of the crash. Anakin just showed up; what happened?"

"Oh, that." She remembered, quickly crafting the narrative.

"He had just walked up and saw you guys… gang banging Ahsoka."

"Right. Well since she was busy eating me out and getting stuffed by the clones, there was no one he could stick his dick into but me, so I gave him a blowjob as I rode Ahsoka's face. Force, he was huge, long too. He grabbed my head tails and pounded me as he just started squirting nonstop; it was like he turned a faucet on and didn't turn it off. Then Ahsoka was rubbing my tits and making all these noises and I couldn't control myself so I let myself loose into her mouth. Then Skywalker dragged me away from the others, pushed me against a tree and just started pumping me till kingdom come; I mean, when I say he was thrusting, he was thrusting. He practically turned into a speeder with how fast his motor was going. My ass was being pounded into oblivion by the time the others showed up; Anakin refused to leave as asshole so the clones took turns getting head as Ahsoka just touched herself while she watched me getting ran train on-"

"Stop." He commanded.

Aayla halted and looked down as he rolled off of her, making eye contact. He gazed at her, laying on his side as his dick softened a little.

"You know why I like having you with me?" He asked solemnly. "You remind me of the first woman I ever loved."

Aayla was taken aback; she never considered that he actually enjoyed a woman's company outside of his physical pursuits. He smiled as he pondered a time long past.

"She was beautiful; green, like myself, long stunning head tails, eyes so deep you could get lost in them for days, a smile that could light up even the worst Sith's heart. She also had great tits and a thick ass too, but I would love her even without those, she was just the most amazing woman I had ever seen even when I first set my eyes on her. I remember the first time we made love, we were swimming in a lake near our rendezvous, near the bottom; the water was warm, the sun cascading down over the sand and plant life, she looked so ethereal as it glazed over her. She worked herself against me as we laid in the sand, casting up clouds as we bonded. Our lips met, tails intertwined; I can say without a doubt that it was the best night of my life."

Aayla gazed at him, taking in the scene. She sensed a building wave of sorrow enveloping him.

"What happened?"

"I was only visiting home for a couple days; I was only a knight at the time so I couldn't stay long. She begged me to stay, begged me to leave the order I had pledged my life to, the order I broke my vow to in order to be with her. I had never faced such a tough choice in all my days, and eventually, I chose to return to the order, to stay loyal to my duty to protect the galaxy. I left, leaving her behind; I can still remember her cries as I took off for the spaceport, leaving her and the lake house we lived in. Years later, I had just survived a terrible battle, lost many men, and was lost in my head; I was so lost in my despair I wanted to abandon my path and live the rest of my days in peace. The only one who had freed me from myself was her, so I returned to that place to seek her out, to explain myself, to tell her that I'd never leave. I walked up to her front door and was about to knock when I heard something coming from inside; I paced around the side of the house and peaked in through a window. The blinds were nearly shut but I could see her; force, she didn't look a day older from when I left her, perfect in every way.

She was bouncing on the dick of another man, moaning his name, her perfect body being used as a fucktoy by a stud who pounded her relentlessly. I watched for half an hour until they got up and moved out of sight, her still sitting on his dick and he carried her on his dick. I heard the porch doors open and snuck under the wooden platform and watched through the cracks as he pummeled her ass, her grasping the railing that she and I had carved her names on; while he was pumping her, he read out my name and asked who I was."

Pity circled around Aayla as she watched a tear streak down his cheek, laying on her side and sliding a hand up and down his forearm.

"She said I was just another dick for her to ride."

Aayla cuddled up against him, burying her face under his chin as they embraced. They held each other for a while, their warmth covering them like a blanket as their heart beats synchronized. His breath flowed over her as she felt the muscles in his arms twitch, their legs intertwined. She felt his mind calm down as his breathing slowed.

"She reminded me of you." He admitted. "That's why I always sought you out. When Shaak told me that you were feeling this weight piling on you, I realized I felt the same way. All the other women I… met with were attempts to capture the same feeling I had with you."

Aayla laid there in his arms, wondering what to do; surely she couldn't erase his memories now, especially not that she knew he was just reaching out for help in a time of crisis. He seemed lost in thought, the overbearing weight of the obviously traumatic memory pressing down on him on top of all his duties as a Jedi and a general. After another long while of cuddling and thinking, she made up her mind.

"Kit," she pulled away from him, locking eyes with him. "What if I told you that I could make you forget her?"

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"I entered the restricted texts section of the library and found a book that I read concerning memory erasure." She admitted. "I used it to wipe Skywalker's memory. It works fine with no side effects; I could use it on you to forget she ever betrayed you!"

"Hmm," he puzzled. "But wouldn't that mean I'd forget her entirely? Memory is a complicated thing, and the good memories of her are intertwined with the bad."

Aayla pondered this for a moment.

"I could erase all the memories of her, so that you wouldn't miss her at all. That way, you wouldn't feel like you were missing anything at all. You would finally be at peace!"

"But she's too important!" He argued. "She's special to me; she's the only woman I ever loved!"

"If she was really the one," Aayla countered. "She wouldn't have betrayed you. Love means that two people are patient with each other, no matter how long it takes to conquer their trials. And maybe she just moved on, you were a Jedi with a war to fight and never returned for years; maybe she just couldn't wait that long."

His face turned sullen as he mulled over her reasoning. She sensed great conflict within his agitated mind, the weight of losing the memory of someone he left warring against the legacy of their time together.

"Before I do it," she offered. "I can fuck you like she did, one last good memory of her."

"I imagine you'd want to erase the memories of our times, too." He guessed, making her face blush. "I can tell it was weighing on your mind that I could reveal Shaak and you to the council, using my silence in exchange for sex. I just want you to know that I'd never do that, nor have I ever considered doing that." He smirked. "Although having abundant hookups with you surely is a pleasure."

She chuckled.

"Sure it is. So… what do you think? One last ride and free both of us from our chains?"

"Once we're done," he requested. "Erase everything from my memory, her, you, even the other women I've fucked. Wipe my communicator logs, hologram messages, computer files, everything. When I wake up, I want to remember how things were before I met her."

Aayla nodded in agreement, sliding her hand around his muscled neck.

"I will."

Soon, they were both in the pool that surrounded the platform; she had a force bubble around her mouth and nose with plenty of oxygen, lekku floating out behind her, her thighs wrapped around his waist as he stroked his member.

"If I don't say it before I pull out, thank you Master Secura, for everything!" He smiled, his voice rippling through the water.

"Please, Kit, call me Aayla." She smiled back, her soft muffled voice seeping out of the bubble.

Releasing her clamps around him, she rotated so her ass was up against his pelvis, bending over as he massaged her back with one hand while readying his length with the other. She braced herself for the fuck of her life as she felt the mushroom press against her teasingly; she heard him chuckle as he smacked her huge ass before plowing into her.

"Oooooh!" She roared as he began to rut, pumping in and out like a wild horse upon a mare, long staff and all.

Tiny air bubbles fluttered all around them towards the surface as they collided, her cheeks undulating with each push, his balls smacking against her folds. He held her columns with intense grip as he went deeper and deeper into his partner; he threw his head back, thoughts filling with images of his one true love, calling out her name as Aayla moaned and groaned. She took his rod and then some, feeling her walls around it slicking up with precum. With nothing to grab hold of to stabilize herself, she surrendered to the wave like motion of underwater sex, rubbing her fun bags as Kit drilled her. She could barely hear the smacking through the water, instead catching the grunting and calls of Kit, who was calling out a name she couldn't quite identify; maybe it was his old flame, maybe it was her own, she didn't know, and quite frankly she had bigger things to take in, mainly his staff as it continued to lubricate her insides.

"Mm Mm Mm Mm yes, Kit!" She called out, unsure if he couldn't even hear her.

Her abs rippled as she felt him grow in size, his girthiness reaching unfelt levels inside her womanhood; he was nailing her G spot with precision now with every stroke. She felt his balls steadily enlarge as they kept smacking her, liquid building up inside them for the final huge release. He pulled her legs out so that she was floating perpendicular to his vertical position, moving her back and forth on his length, precum filtering into the water around them. If he could sweat underwater, he'd be showering himself.

"Do it Kit!" She pleaded, reaching her arms back and grasping his wrists, feeling his mind reaching the breaking point.

Suddenly, something went wrong; he pulled out as he was on the verge of exploding as floated back from her. She straightened and turned around to grab him by the arm. She pulled him in close, stretching the force bubble around their heads.

"What's wrong?" She asked frantically, not wanting to ruin their perfect orgasm.

"I can't!" He panted. "I keep trying to imagine our perfect night, but I keep seeing her and the other man pummeling her! I can't shake it free!"

Aayla thought quickly.

"Then fuck me like he was fucking her." She ordered. "Let her be with who she wants; I want you winside me now!"

Pulling back the force bubble, she pushed him so that he was floating horizontally below her. Grasping his waist with her legs once again, she planted herself on his pole and began to bounce like before, but this time with purpose. He grabbed her sides and rammed himself in and out of her, rocking her head back in pleasure as she called out his name.

"OOH AAYLA!" She heard him call as he gazed upon her, her amazing boobs bouncing in the water, her hot abs and her wide hips jiggling with each thrust, feeling her hot legs wrapped around him. But most of all, he saw her look down at him with her engulfing brown eyes, locking his gaze as she moaned his name, the candlelight on the platform shining through the water and glowing around her as if she was an angel.

For a moment in time, everything moved slowly as they soaked in this last moment as his balls expanded and began to shoot through his mast. Her lips moved and moaned out his name as his seed pulsed through his length and up towards his tip. She rocked her head back and closed her eyes, stretching out her arms to summon the force and concentrated on the technique she had learned. Gazing upon her one last time, he felt his cream shoot into her clit like a volcano as his eyes slipped closed, her groans piercing his ears as everything faded to black.

"Mmm Aayla mmmm!"

Shaak had her face buried in the Twilek's pelvis as she cleaned up the excess juice that her lover had burst into her mouth. Finishing, she lifted herself and began to rock her waist against Aayla's, their legs rubbing against each other's. Aayla was against the mattress, heading softly resting on a pillow as she watched and felt the woman grind her, big red breasts lurching up and down. Their fingers were interlocked on either side of Aayla's head, her lekku draped and curled around their arms.

"Oh Aayla!" Shaak moaned as her eyes shut.

They were back in their underworld apartment, two empty glasses sitting on the wood paneled floor next to a tipped over empty bottle of wine, droplets of red liquid dripping out from the opening. The display outside was green, sending light careening through the window and cascading them in luminescence. Far away sounds of civilization barely pierced their ears over the sounds of pleasure emanating from their lips. They had taken the time to neatly fold their garments and place them in the closet before initiating, although their footwear was flung across different corners of the room.

"Uuuummmm!" Shaak came and she slowly lowered herself onto her blue lover and kissed her tenderly, wrapping her arms around behind Aayla's head.

After some tongue loving, the red Jedi rolled off and laid on her side next to the Twilek, who's eyes were still locked on the ceiling above. Shaak massaged Aayla's forearms, watching her intently, wanting to cheer her up from the cloud that was hanging over her.

"How many gigidacks of nudes did you erase from his computer?" Shaak asked humorously. "Must've been in the hundreds! Anyone I'd know on there?"

Aayla shrugged as she stretched out an arm to wrap around her fellow Jedi.

"A couple hidden camera videos of he and I, a couple nudes from Luminara, and he had hooked up with the bounty hunter Aura Sing, among others which I didn't recognize." She remembered. "There were dozens more women in his files that I got rid of. It's crazy how sneakily he got around to all these ladies. I visited Luminara afterwards and told her about it for which she thanked me and told me if there was anything she could do for me she'd be happy to oblige."

"Oooh, that's nice." The Togruta raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Maybe we can invite her over one of these days."

Aayla nodded, still looking towards the roof above them. An eternity passed as the red Jedi watched her partner lose herself in thought.

"You okay, babe?" Shaak asked softly.

Aayla rolled onto her side, facing the Togruta, a small frown forming.

"I guess so." She pondered. "I've just been thinking about my last night with Kit. I erased an important part of his life; yes, it was bad for him, but it was important too. How could I do that?"

Shaak intensified her eye contact, her emerald green eyes locking with Aayla's.

"Aayla, you did the thing you thought was right. He was torturing himself with his own past and was asking for relief from it. You gave him what he wanted; he even asked for you to do it! You should not worry about something you've already done that was in the best interest of both him and you. Besides…" she placed a hand on Aayla's waist and rubbed back and forth. "Now we're safe, he's safe, and I have you here with me and couldn't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be."

A small smile crept onto Aayla's face.

"Well…" she pondered. "I can think of maybe one other place."

"Oh yeah?" Shaak interrogated. "Where might that be?"

Aayla yanked the door to shower closed as Shaak pulled her in for a kiss, water running down their sweat stained bodies. Their tongues met, battling for dominance as their tits smacked together, milk meat rubbing up and down as water seeped through their cleavage. Shaak drove her pelvis into Aayla's as she pushed the Twilek against the glass wall of the shower, their shaven clits caressing each other as their thighs collided. Aayla moaned as Shaak went for her neck, kissing it all over as her soft red hands slid all over Aayla's body.

"Tonight, you get all the loving, baby." Shaak whispered as she lowered herself onto her knees and readied her tongue.

As Shaak ate her out once again, Aayla rested her hands on her lover's head, pondering the events of the past couple weeks. She cast her mind back to that village, the elder satisfying himself with her body, her encounter with Ventress in her quarters and how freeing it was, her fantasies of the crew, Anakin and Ahsoka double teaming her, and finally to Kit making love to her as she enacted her final gift to him.

It was almost too much to handle as she felt Shaak's tongue writhe inside her body, feeling hands slide up her thighs and clench her ass which was already pressed against the see through glass wall. Someone could simply walk in and see them, report Aayla and her love to the Jedi, ruin her career forever, ban her from the temple she loved so much, and take her away from the war she felt called to serve in, but for now, she didn't care; now, for the first time in her life, with Shaak at her side, she felt truly, completely, free.

The end! that's it for this arc. I am considering doing some spin offs with minor characters like Asajj and maybe making a bounty hunter series starring Asajj and others like Aura Sing and all that, maybe explore what Shaak was up to prior to his narrative. For now, please review and like this story and let me know things you liked or things I can improve on! For now, eat more pizza and see you next time!

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A fully rested Ahsoka strutted through the halls of the temple, morning sunlight serenading the corridors as she made her way to Shaak's office. Arriving at the doors, she gave them a good knock before the door slid open to reveal a darkened office. A concerned look grew on her face as she entered, scanning the environment, turning to shock as Mace Windu stepped out of the shadows.

"Padawan Tano," he said sternly. "My thanks for coming on such short notice."

"Master Windu!" Ahsoka stammered. "I was supposed to meet Shaa- I mean Master Ti here!"

"You thought so." Mace explained coldly as he paced around Shaak's desk. "I used her holodevice to call you here. She's really still at her hideaway with Master Secura, most likely engaged in… physical pursuits."

Ahsoka's eyes widened.

"Master- surely you can't mean-"

"Save it, Padawan." Mace held up a hand. "I've been aware of those two for a while, and Secura hasn't been entirely efficient at covering her tracks."

Mace reached into his cloak pocket and pulled out a hologram and activated it; a holoimage of Aayla spurted to life, a waist-up photo of her pulling up her shirt to reveal her large breasts, her perfect smile beaming at Ahsoka.

"How-how did you get this?" Ahsoka questioned. "Where is this even from?"

"None of your concern." Mace informed authoritatively as he turned off the hologram and slid it back into his pocket. "What is your concern is what you and Shaak did while on your survey mission."

A sudden urge to run erupted in Ahsoka's mind as she heard the doors slide shut behind her.

"Now, Padawan," Mace assured calmly. "You're in no way in trouble for the events you've witnessed. In fact, you're a victim of the activities of the certain Jedi in question; all I require is you to open your mind and let me extract the memories you've accumulated concerning Master Secura, nothing more, nothing less."

Ahsoka pondered this proposal with a worried look, her eyes locked to the floor. Mace walked up and placed a friendly hand on her shoulder.

"How long has your mind been clouded by this?" He asked.

"Ever since I first met her." Ahsoka confessed. "When we went on our first mission with Master Skywalker, I started seeing visions of us… engaging in such acts and it's been disrupting my life ever since."

"If you'd like," Mace offered. "I can take these memories from you; you'd have no recollection of ever being enamored with her or Shaak Ti. It would be like life before the crash on Meridian."

"Can you really do that?" Ahsoka looked up at him.

"The mind captures momentous events in great detail while mundane ones are barely remembered." Mace explained. "I can insert the vague notion that you've been stuck in the temple since your previous mission prior to the crash, letting your mind turn the notion into the vague memory of boredom. You won't be able to recall what you did, only that you were here."

Ahsoka lowered her gaze back at the ground once more, deep in thought. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she made up her mind.

"Alright," she said as she looked back into his eyes. "I'll do it."

Minutes later, the two were sitting cross legged on the floor of the office across from each other. Ahsoka's eyes were shut, breathing rhythmically in and out; Mace, watching her intently, fished an empty blue holocron out of his pocket. The ornate cube floated into the air and began to contort and fold in on itself, shifting and warping like a fractal shape. A small wisp of white light seeped out of Ahsoka's forehead as she seemed to nod off to sleep, the trail being pulled into the crystallized box as it began to light up. The holocron grew in radiance before the trail finally ended and was fully encased inside the cube, the container glowing with blue and white light. It stopped contorting and reformed itself into a solid shape before Mace pulled it back into his pocket. He caught Ahsoka as she began to sink to the ground and picked her up.

Firmly in his arms, Mace carried her towards the far wall; a section of it split from the rest and slid back, opening up a secret passage leading off deeper into the dark. He entered, Ahsoka asleep in his cradling embrace as the door slid closed and reinserted itself with the rest of the wall tiles. The office was once again dark, empty and cold.

Hours later, Mace walked into his office and locked the door behind him; dimming the lights, he laid the holocron down on the floor in the middle of the circular chamber and activated it. A flood of Ahsoka's memories flooded out and projected themselves throughout the room, with audio to match:

A memory of her outside Aayla's quarters on the Resolute, listening to the sounds of the sensual encounter.

Another memory of peering through the walls of a small hut on Meridian, peeking at Aayla getting undressed.

A dream of Ahsoka and Aayla making out inside a closed Republic gunship, banging erupting against the hull of the ship by a pack of thirsty clones.

Sprinkled in there were more hazy ones, suppressed memories, seemingly hacked and dismembered by what Mace could only assume was an incomplete memory wipe. A blurred memory of Ahsoka humping Aayla's ass somewhere in the sacred Jedi library hovered among the rest. Dozens of different events in Ahsoka's life over the past couple of weeks were displayed before him.

Reaching over his desk and pressing a button on a small device, a holoprojector on the ceiling whirred to life projecting even more images of Aayla's explicit acts all over the room, entangling with those from the holocron; security footage from the Resolute of Aayla and another who he had identified as Asajj Ventress, other snapshots of the Twilek sneaking off temple grounds and meeting up with Shaak Ti in the underworld of Coruscant, along with transportation records, addresses visited, calls made, etc. A whole flurry of information filled up the room as Mace subtly mapped it all out in his head, mentally taking note of every piece of data he had accumulated, all except one.

He reached down into his pocket again and pulled out the hologram he had taken of Asajj's ship, activating it; the image beamed to life in front of him, the image of Aayla smiling at him while displaying her huge tits capturing his gaze. Her inviting eyes called out to him as if to invite Mace to one of her hideaways for a night. A small bulge began to form underneath his robes.

No, he caught himself, I am in control of my emotions, not the other way around.

His eyes lowered from her eyes to her large blue jugs, the purple tipped behemoths drawing him in like magnets.

I am… in control…

His gaze lowered past her chest and to her toned stomach, her wide hips condensing into an hourglass shape, with a line tracing down her abdomen to her navel-

The two were embraced on Mace's bed, her dropping her hips onto his length as she bucked her waist back and forth. His strong hands shot up and grabbed her blue breasts as she moaned out his name-

NO!

He shook himself free of the fantasy as he deactivated the hologram. He reached around his desk and slammed on the device, the holoimages he had collected all fizzling into the darkness. The holocron dimmed as the memories he had collected returned to their prison of light.

He stood alone in his dark office, his chest heaving as a single bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. Whispers of doubt crept into his mind like assassins:

Surrender to her

Let her gift spread throughout the Order

She will give you pleasure-

NO!

He shook himself again, massaging his temples as the droplet dropped off of his nose and plummeted to the carpet. He sighed heavily as he loosened his clothing and placed it into the drawers beneath his bed; collapsing beneath the sheets, he slipped off to sleep, only this time, his dreams would also be plagued by a familiar face.

The monitor screen flickered as the feed from the bathroom rolled; the blue outline of Aayla's curvature being pressed against the fogged glass wall of the shower wobbled as she was seemingly getting eaten out by her lover Shaak Ti. Their collective moans and grunting flowed through the speakers as steam billowed up and around the camera lens.

Mace Windu stroked himself as he watched intently in his quarters; he had sensed something in those two and followed a poorly hidden paper trail back to this apartment, and boy, was there a surprise waiting for him. He had known about Aayla and Kit, for Fisto's escapades were a well kept secret among the male Jedi masters of the temple, but this was truly extraordinary.

He came with barely a grunt, cream bursting into the air; grabbing a tissue from the box that was on the floor next to a bottle of lotion, he wiped himself up as he stood. Making sure the recording was still functioning, he adorned his cloak and exited his quarters as the sounds of lesbian sex still played, lingering in his apartment like a cloud.