Pre chapter notes:
Welcome to the second (and most likely final) arc of this story. I just have a lot going on right now and don't really have time to spend writing so there might be a large gap in between this and the next narrative arc.
If you haven't read my other two stories, they tie into this one while having plot lines of their own, so if you want extra context for this arc, maybe give those a read. No pressure.
This story contains lemon content
Alright, let's get into it.
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Long ago, in a galaxy far far away…
Jedi Master Aayla Secura! In a secret bond with a fellow Jedi Shaak Ti, the duo continually make efforts to keep their partnership secret! Unbeknownst to them, however, a member of the Jedi Council has been gathering evidence to expose them to the Order and ruin their relationship forever…
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A bead of sweat slipped down his barren forehead as he grimaced, empty of thought in his mind as he sat cross legged on the floor of his bedchamber, his hands outstretched and fingers contorted into bizarre positions. His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes latched closed as he struggled to maintain his meditative state; the struggle had dampened his cloak around his neck with perspiration. Although the room around him was cool (he had made sure to lower the temperature), he was burning up, a combination of fatigue, sleep deprivation and… desire?
No!
Such a thing was forbidden to the Jedi, for a life of emotionless logic and servitude was to be their code; recently, however, he was infected by it. It was like a weed that had been planted by someone who did not know where they were sewing it, and only as he had begun to dig it up did he see how the garden of his mind was corrupted by it. Only through meditation could he possibly rip it from his dreams and-
"Maaace?" A voice called out from the aether.
No! I am in… control?
But what is self control in the face of such lustful thought?
"Why do you want to rid yourself of me?" The feminine voice called again, getting more and more tangible with each word. "You want this!"
He heard something shift around behind him, like someone slipping out of bed, the sheets falling around as the bed creaked in unbalance. Soft footsteps pressed against the carpet until the person was right behind him, looking over him as he shivered in frustration.
"Mace, please." She cooed. "You need to relax."
Mace jumped as he felt a smooth and rhythmically moving stomach press up against the back of his head, two legs sliding against his back; her waistline was wide as her breathing pressed her navel against his scalp. Two soft hands lowered onto his shoulders.
Do. Not. Open. Your. Eyes.
Mace winced as she began to massage his shoulders, weary from maintaining their upright posture: nice, cool fingers slipped underneath his garments to the skin and rubbed and prodded his tired neck line.
Resist!
Mace felt his body start to betray him as he felt his pants begin to tighten.
"Mace, you know what you want is right here." She whispered slyly as a pair of lips pressed against his ear, making the tiny follicles on his head shake. "Take it, take me! I can see you're… wanting."
"No." He growled, nearly being torn in half from the war being waged inside him. Part of him wanted to banish this phantom forever, to be rid of such a curse as this, rather wanting to face a thousand battle droids than spend another second here; the other half wanted to rip off his clothes and rush back to bed with this woman, to rip his code to shreds and go to town on…
Stop!
The woman began to move, tracing a finger around his neck as she walked around to his front. One of his hands slid against her meaty thigh, the smooth warm column pressing against his twitching and weary appendage. He could feel it jiggle with each step before she moved past it and was right in front of him, his eyes still clamped shut. He felt her feet land on either side of his lap before he felt her lower onto his lap with a moan. He grunted as he felt her thick ass slap on the impact, her legs clamped against his, two large breasts caressing the clothes against his chest, her bare nether brushing against his bulge.
"Someone's excited." She giggled as she felt the tightness in his loins growing.
Just hold on!
He felt the last of his fortitude begin to slip away as she slowly and minutely grind against his lap, her small exhalations colliding with his lips, her arms wrapping around his neck, her lekku draping over his shoulders and down his back.
"You want me, Mace." She whispered as she leaned in to kiss him. "Take me."
Finally, he lost control as he grasped her shoulders, his eyes open and locked into her deep, longing brown eyes, his hands clasped against her blue arms as they stared into each other for a moment.
Fuck it.
He released her and slowly laid down onto the floor, his legs straightening as she shifted her weight to counteract his adjustment, her tits jiggling with each micro-movement in her toned stomach. Still perched on his lap, she reached down, her forearms pressing her fun bags together, as her hands darted around his belt, undoing the buckle with surprising ease. He grunted as she flung it across the room and slid a cool hand into his pants and rubbed against his hard member.
"Take me."
She ripped his pants down, underneath her lap and down to his ankles before raising herself up, one hand still holding his length. Mace interlinked his fingers around the back of his head as a pillow as she watched Aayla Secura, the most attractive Jedi in all the order, lower herself onto him with a groan, viewing the sight and taking in the pleasures as she began to bounce on him. Her big blue cheeks jiggled as they slapped against his strong legs, her hands planted firmly on his waist as she went to town. She looked down on him as he relinquished all control and let her take the reins.
"Off with that." She commanded as Mace felt his shirt rip away from him.
Mace felt his balls begin to surge, a mighty wave building up inside him as Aayla continued to work, her panting mouth agape as his member pulsated inside her, the tip pressing against her g spot. She threw her head back and groaned as her lekku slapped against her back, her huge derrière pumping against his sack with increasing ferocity.
I'm almost there!
Aayla lifted her hands off his waist and placed them onto his thighs behind her as she felt him about to explode.
"Take me!"
A massive eruption of juice surged into the Twilek, coating her entrance and shooting right into her body as she arched her back in euphoria, heaving from the ordeal. Mace panted, his chest raising and lowering heavily as he felt his balls drain into her, her head still tilted towards the ceiling as she felt the last of the jet stream dissipate into her. Placing his firm hands on her hips, he held her there as he watched her ripped stomach slowing down as her breathing became more gradual and slow.
"You want me so badly, don't you?" She asked as she looked back down at him.
Mace nearly jumped out of his skin in shock; her once brown eyes were replaced by red and black veins etching across orange pupils. Her lustful lips contorted into a vengeful grin.
"Thank you for your gift, Master Windu." She sneered as his throat began to close.
His hands reached out to grab his saber but was caught by the Force and latched onto her thighs once more. She cackled as she lowered a large breast down to his open maw and slid inside. His eyes bulged out of their sockets as her laughing turned once more into lustful grunting as-
"GAUGH!" Mace shot up, his covers flying away from him as his saber flew into his hand and ignited, the room illuminating in the purple glow.
His chest heaved as he scanned the room for intruders, only to find the chamber just as empty as it was the night before. Deactivating the blade, he lowered it to the side as he laid back down on his sweat drenched sheets. He wasn't sure what bothered him more: the dreaded nightmares, or the fact that he was still a little hard.
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Beep beep beep the time is 900 hours beep beep beep
Aayla groaned as the automatic shades retracted, letting the brilliant Coruscant sun shoot its rays through the window and coated her bed in light. Groggily, she grabbed a pillow and planted it over her head, begging to be spared the rude awakening, but she was conscious all the same as she felt the bed shifting around behind her. Two red arms slipped around her midriff and embraced her, someone squeezing against her back as a pair of lips buried into her neck.
"Morning sleepy head." Shaak giggled as Aayla moaned again in exhaustion.
"Can't we turn that off?" Aayla muttered as she flung the pillow to the side, turning to face her bedmate, their eyes locking.
"Mmm, we could," Shaak pondered as Aayla slid more fittingly into her arms. "But you promised to make breakfast this morning and I have a council meeting in an hour."
Aayla sighed as Shaak planted a kiss on her cheek, one of her red hands sliding down to rest on her blue hips.
"Hmmph. You're right. I'll get right on it."
Aayla slipped out of bed, the covers falling off her body as she trapsied off towards the kitchen, her ass wobbling with each step, her lekku waving behind her.
"Can I have a plate of you with a side of ass?" Shaak joked as she watched her lover saunter away.
"You had that last night!" Aayla called back as she rounded a corner and walked out of sight.
"I could have that every night!" Shaak reassured as she sat up and rubbed her neck, squinting as the light shown through the room.
The white and silver cityscape blazed across the window looking out over the populace as Aayla paced the view on the way to the kitchen; the one room L shaped apartment had its living space and kitchen on the long side of the apartment that had a wall of glass that looked over the city, cars and trains shooting by in the distance as a few massive ships slipped away into orbit. Some lucky soul in the skyscraper jutting into the air that stook out in the middle of their view could maybe spot the hot nude Twilek as she crossed the window if they had a pair of binocs, but it didn't cross her mind as she rummaged around the cupboards as she sought out cooking supplies.
She heard the shower turn on the bathroom as she activated the stove top and got to work; minutes later, a still damp Shaak Ti rounded the corner and walked up behind her as she stirred a pan of vibrant yellow and red sustenance (think of scrambled eggs but Star Wars-ified). The water from the shower still clung to her muscular and well proportioned body as droplets slipped off of one of her tits and dropped to the black marble plated floor. Planting her hands on Aayla's hips, Shaak rested her chin on the Twilek's shoulders and watched her skillfully craft their breakfast.
"Mmm, smells amazing." Shaak complimented as she kissed her blue neck.
"So do you." Aayla responded in kind, still watching the food cook as she prodded it with a fork. "What did you use in the shower, the pink stuff I got the other day?"
"Nah, the Floragine we got on Naboo." Shaak corrected as she continued to kiss up her neck until she got to Aayla's cheek.
One of Shaak's hands lowered from her blue hips down to her nether and began to slowly massage it as Aayla attempted to stay focussed on their food.
"Mmm, Shaak what's gotten into you this morning?" Aayla chuckled, trying hard to not whirl around and pull the Togruta into a searing kiss.
Shaak's other hand slipped up her stomach and began to pinch and pull at one of her blue breasts. Aayla's hands began to tremble as the sensations began to pulse throughout her body.
"You're not reading my thoughts, right?" Shaak asked quietly.
"Babe," Aayla assured as she lowered her fork. "You know that I would never do that."
"Okay," Shaak spoke softly. "Then I guess I'll have to let you know how much I adore you some other way."
She began to pick up the pace, her hands pumping away at Aayla's soft spots, eliciting a grunt from the blue woman.
"Shaak, the foods gonna burn!" Aayla laughed with a hint of arousal.
"Let it burn then."
Within seconds, Aayla was on her back against the cold reflective floor as Shaak was topping her, grinding against her with increasing velocity as the two lovers locked eyes with each other. They moaned out their names in ecstasy as their pelvises rammed together with speed, their zones smushing together as Shaak humped Aayla into the floor. The food began to sizzle as the two called out in euphoria while another ship lifted into the sky in the distance.
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The magnificent Council Spire towered high above the Jedi temple and the surrounding city blocks, its dome nearly touching the clouds as streams of speeders and other hovercraft flew by in the distance. The ornate mural artwork coated the Cylanderistic citadel, the midday sun highlighted the curvatures and designs; very few got the chance to ascend to the top and meet with the Council, a gathering of the greatest Jedi of the current age. Such in attendance was Grandmaster Yoda, the oldest and wisest Jedi ever known, ObiWan Kenobi, a brilliant swordsman and tactician, and the now arriving Shaak Ti, one of the most well versed Force wielders in the order today.
Shaak entered the circular chamber, adorned with long brown and ornately patterned robes from the waist down, a white belt strapped around her hips, lightsaber accompanying, and a tight sleeveless top that withheld any hint of cleavage or midriff. Two brown leather bracelets were tied around her biceps, flowing white lines sliding down her red arms.
Her calm demeanor was replaced by a sense of slight confusion; while the Council would usually already be seated, the 10 or so Jedi were up and about, chatting and engaging in light conversation around the room, some leaning against the huge windows that made up the walls of the abode or in the middle of the patterned floor. Master Yoda, conversing with another tall headed Jedi Kai Adi Mundi, turned and watched her enter.
"Ah, Master Ti," Yoda smiled, his long pointed perking up. "Good to see you, it is."
"As to you, Master." Shaak bowed. "I'm a bit puzzled. I would've assumed that we would be all set to start on my arrival."
"Master Windu is tardy today," Kai Adi Mundi informed poshly. "Again."
"Yesterday, an hour late to Master Mundi's lecture on Force sensitive microbes, Mace was." Yoda chuckled to himself.
"I only didn't want anyone to miss the important information!" Mundi threw up his hands in desperation. "He said he was extremely interested in such an important subject! Although, he did seem somewhat sarcastic in tone."
Shaak smirked.
"He can be hard to read, I'm sure."
"Sometimes, too sealed off, our Council Vice Master can be." Yoda pondered, scratching the stubble on his chin. "In these trying times, open we must be, to the right people of course. United in this front we are."
The conversations throughout the room abruptly stopped as the doors slid open; Mace Windu had arrived, his stern face as present as it ever had been. He scanned the room intently before locking eyes with Shaak, who returned the gesture with a resilient look of her own.
"Good, we're all here." Mace said as he marched in, saber waving by his side.
"Very good of you to notice." Mundi responded sarcastically as the Jedi moved to take their seats.
Soon the meeting was under way, with Shaak letting the war reports, Star system news, intelligence tips, and after action statistics wash over her like a giant wave of information. Something, however, was off, like something in the back of her mind was scratching at an itch she never knew she had, a small ice pick tapping away at a massive glacier; someone was watching her, not physically, but mentally probing her. She knew what it was, for Aayla had this ability and had taught her how to detect and shield herself from it. She could feel the intruder prodding at her inner defenses, scanning the wall protecting her mind for cracks, chinks in its armor, any tiny hole that they could peer through. She subtly left the physical elements before her fade into background noise as she began to concentrate, reinforcing the barrier between her thoughts and whoever was trying to view them. Her eyes darted around the room to try to identify the attacker, scanning from one person to the nex. It was definitely not ObiWan, for he was very forwards and up front with his confrontations, if he even wanted to confront you, nor could it be Kai Adi Mundi, for he was always so focused on the here and now that he could never stop to concentrate on one task this long, especially since he seemed to presently be droning on about some new piece of information; surely not Master Yoda, for he was too patient and gentle to invade someone's mind and steal their secrets.
She continued to look around until she spotted something: Mace Windu was uncharacteristically quiet, his eyes blank and his frown morphed into an unconcentrated resting posture. His fists were clenched around his arm rests and his feet were firmly planted into the ground as if he were to press holes into the floor. Not only that, but on second notice, his clothes seems hastily prepared, his cloak wrinkled and pressed, as if they had been crumpled on the floor, his boots scuffed and marked along the sides as if they were tossed aside upon entry into a room, and peeking out above the rims of his shoes were seemingly two different colored socks.
The probing of her mental defended began to wane as she began to push back with attacks of her own, sending flashes of anger and fierceness through her mind and onto the invading entity; all the while, she noticed his lip had begun to tremble, his knuckles turning white from the pressure he was exerting onto the chair. The bead of sweat had turned into a small drizzle as his eyes seemed to glare into the distance, all while different members around him raised their concerns with different matters. Shaak felt the mind begin to build up defenses against her, so at last she pulled away, the headache dulling down as her slightly heavier breathing returned to normal. Mace, however, couldn't seem to compose himself as the drizzle nearly turned into a stream as he continuously wiped his brow with his sleeve, slight indentations from his fingers portruding into his arm rest, damp spots popping up around his cloak; other Jedi masters had started to take notice, no one speaking up to question, but eyes around the room were diverting Ka Adi Mundi's presentation of Floorum based zen gardens to Windu's distress. At long last, to save him from further embrassment (or perhaps to pile on some more), Shaak broke the droning speech.
"Master Windu? Is something wrong?"
She spoke in a seemingly concerned tone, but in truth had accusatory spite intertwined with it. A dozen pairs of eyes shifted from the holographic display in the center of the room and over to the Master as he suddenly became more aware of his condition, struggling to regain his lost composure. Other Jedi in the room made suspicious and confused glances towards one another as Obi Wan spoke up.
"You do not look well, my friend." He noticed, his brow furrowed. "Are you alright?"
Mace gulped and wiped a small condensation of sweat off his forehead; straightening his robes, he stood and walked towards the center of the chamber, passing through the holoimage before turning to face the Council. He and Shaak made brief eye contact, but in that moment there was a hint of a hidden understanding, that Mace knew something about her that she wanted to keep a secret. Shaak's concern grew as her heart began to beat faster while Mace cleared his throat and wiped off another bead of precipitation.
"Members of the Council," he declared. "I have some grave news. It's come to my attention that something long hidden to the Jedi has recently begun to disrupt the Order and may continue unchecked if not immediately dealt with."
"This scourge, tell us what it is, hmm?" Master Yoda requested.
Mace and Shaak made eye contact again, and a heaviness began to weigh on her. Did Mace find out? How could he? She and Aayla took every precaution! How long had he known? Does he even have proof-
"If you don't mind, Master Mundi, I have a hologram I wish to display." Mace requested sternly.
Oh no
It was Shaak's turn to grip the armrests of her chair and Mace walked over to a small port on the wall and inserted a tiny rectangular image drive into the socket. The projection of yet another alien flower fizzled out as another began to pixelate to life in front of them. She held her breath as other Council members gasped with shock.
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The sun had set over the never-sleeping city as the automatic curtains slid shut, blocking out the view of the illuminated city and the skyscrapers that were lit up like holiday trees, if they even had those on this planet. Shaak stood against the glass wall of her apartment, her eyes softly glazing over the continuous stream of cars that flew past in the distance, another large transport vessel descending towards a space port nearby, the faint chorus of noises below. Just like that, it was all gone as the black cloth collided with each other as the separate curtains met, her view of the cityscape blocked. She sighed, leaning her head against the window as she pondered today's proceedings; the stress and anxiety during the meeting wasn't even beginning to wear off, like someone had strapped a rancor to her back and told her to carry it 50 miles. So entangled in her own thoughts was Shaak that she didn't manage to hear the door open and close and someone sneak up behind her.
"Boo!" Aayla giggled as she wrapped her arms around her lover's stomach and buried her face into Shaak's neck, landing a few kisses.
Shaak jumped.
Aayla stopped.
"Jeez you scared me!" Shaak scolded as she backed away.
Aayla's face turned from happiness to concern as she held her hands up.
"Woah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to." Aayla quickly apologized as she took Shaak's hands in hers, her wide eyes filling with anxiousness. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good." Shaak sighed again, her eyes lowering to the floor. "I dunno, today's been a rough day."
Aayla cracked a tiny smile. "Hey, you're home now, we can relax."
Shaak locked eye contact with the Twilek affectionately before pulling her girlfriend in for a hug. The pair held each other for what seemed like an eternity before Aayla pulled back.
"Have you tried taking a shower? That always seems to calm me down?"
"Really?" Shaak chuckled. "Every time we take one together you get all worked up."
Aayla rolled her eyes as her hands slipped away from Shaak's.
"Go take a shower, that's an order Master."
As the water cascaded over her, Mace's words rang through Shaak's head like a gong over and over, so loud that a loud spray of the faucet head couldn't overcome it. As her soaped up hands ran down and scrubbed over her body, it's like she could feel that ice pick on her brain again, the prodding and penetrating of her private thoughts and deeds. What if he had gotten in? What if he has more evidence? What does this all mean?
At long last, the shower could no longer assuage her insecurities and she stepped out, droplets of water raining down off her figure and onto the cold stone floor. The shower deactivated itself behind her as she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out into her bedroom when she was met by quite a sight.
Aayla was laying on their bed, naked, on her side facing the Togruta; her large breasts resting against each other, her toned stomach fluttering from anticipation, a hand placed on her wide hips and thick, juicy thighs laid down. Her skin was smooth as her lips pursed, obviously had makeup applied while Shaak was in the shower. The other hand was pinching and pulling one of her tips as she eyes the red woman up and down.
"Come here." Aayla ordered seductively.
Shaak's towel tumbled to the floor, revealing her own slightly damp figure; her melons hung off her chest, water glistening inside her cleavage, her ripped abs rippling with excited breaths, her muscular legs quivering from the beauty before her. Slowly, she walked over to the beside and laid down on her back next to the goddess, who began to trace a hand over Shaak's amazing body.
"Baby, I-" Shaak stuttered, only for Aayla to shush her.
"Tonight's all about you." The Twilek promised as she leaned in and kissed her cheek, leaving a purple lip outline on her red partner.
Aayla's hand went to work, sliding up and down Shaak until it began to circle the Togruta's stomach; tracing a blue finger around her navel, Aayla slid it into the little hole and began to pump it in and out while emanating noises of excitement, turning up the heat even more.
"Aayla," Shaak moaned, trying to stay focussed. "I have something to… mmm."
"You like that, don't you?" Aayla but her lip as she kept going, increasing speed.
"Aayla, stop."
Everything slowed to a standstill as Aayla locked eye contact with her, retracting her finger and placing that hand on Shaak's waist. A look of concern one again took hold of the Twilek; a moment of silence enveloped them.
"Are we okay?" The blue woman asked, a sense of fear in her voice.
Shaak sighed as one of her hands drifted up to rub one of Aayla's cheeks affectionately.
"I have something to tell you," Shaak stated calmly. "And I need you not to freak out."
Aayla nodded and Shaak adjusted herself into a more comfortable position.
"In the Council meeting today, Mace Windu informed them that there were rumors of some Jedi losing control of their emotions and becoming… attached to one another."
Aayla's face turned from concern to confusion.
"Surely he hasn't-"
"He didn't mention you or I specifically, but he did say he was building up a case against some of the Jedi." Shaak explained. "Also, I do have a suspicion that he's aware that I… might be one of those Jedi."
Aayla's jaw dropped in a mixture of surprise and despair. Her lover could be taken away from her in a moment's notice and- no, surely it wouldn't come to that.
"What is he saying is the cause of all this?" Aayla questioned, her hand sliding up and down Shaak's side soothingly.
"On the ancient Sith homeworld, Moroband, there's a temple where they used to practice rituals to disrupt the minds of Jedi. Multiple battles were fought there, the final one seemingly destroying the temple in the process. Mace thinks it's becoming operational again and is causing some Jedi to… stray."
"So he's saying… we're only… you know, here, because we're being mind controlled into loving each other?"
Shaak shifted onto her side, nose to nose with her partner.
"I'm here because I love you; no Jedi or Sith has, can or ever will change that, you hear me?"
The two stared into each other's eyes for a moment before Shaak planted a kiss on Aayla's lips, the two embracing each other for a short while. Their hands moved up and down each other's amazing bodies, massaging and soothing one another's figures, relishing in their affection. It continued for a while until Aayla broke off.
"So, what now?" She asked, a hint of concern clinging to her voice.
"Now… I think we should… I don't know." Shaak struggled to find the right words, tears beginning to appear in her eyes. "I think I should go away for a while, somewhere off-world on an assignment or something, at least until Mace's hunt calms down. If he found out I was with you and came after you, I don't know what I'd-"
She stammered and couldn't go on, burying her face beneath Aayla's cheek, sniffling. The Twilek clung to her lover consolingly, her arms wrapped around the Togruta tightly as she pondered what to do next. After the two were intertwined for a little while longer, Aayla pulled back and pressed her forehead against her partner's.
"Hey, don't worry about us." Aayla whispered lovingly. "We're gonna be alright, okay? I'm going to be alright. I'm going to fix this for us."
"How?" Shaak wondered, her soft eyes melting into Aayla's.
"Leave that to me." Aayla assured, smiling. "For now, I just need you to relax."
Aayla's words seeped into Shaak's senses like a scented candle, warm and inviting as the red woman closed her eyes and relished the sensation. She buried her face into Aayla's neck as she felt a blue hand slide down to massage an ass cheek while a big meaty thigh slid between hers and started rubbing against her zone.
"Relax."
The sensations continued as the two pressed their bodies together, their breasts smushing together, their stomachs pulsing against one another, their legs intertwining.
"I've got you, everything's going to be okay."
Shaak let everything go as she felt Aayla twist her onto her back, her thigh repositioning as she kissed Shaak's cheek.
"I love you."
Aayla then began to move down Shaak's body, kissing as she went, from her neck to her chest, then each tit, then down her stomach, around her navel, and finally to her zone, already slickened up from her thigh massage. Shaak reached up and grasped the pillows above her with her fists as she felt Aayla begin to kiss and prod her entrance, eliciting moans from both of them. Two blue arms slid up her red body and rubbed her sides as a saliva covered tongue breached her gates and began to explore her, causing her to tremble from the euphoria.
"Aayla…" Shaak moaned, her eyes latched shut as she gasped.
The sensation continued for what to Shaak seemed like years; over and over was she gasping, moaning, and grunting as Aayla pleased her, blue hands running up and down her body, from squeezing her thick red thighs all the way up to rubbing her big fun bags.
Eventually, Shaak spread her legs wider, inviting Aayla deeper; Aayla paused for a moment, lifting up to plant a kiss on her lover's waistline, before lifting a tit into position. Shaak felt a soft, meaty mass press against her zone as she elicited a loud moan, a small tip penetrating her. Aayla rubbed her breast as she rocked back and forth against Shaak's nether, juice leaking out onto her jug, sliming it up with lubricant as she picked up speed. Shaak's back arched from pleasure as Aayla squished her tit against her partner, using her other hand to stabilize herself against the writhing woman she was working on. She leaned down and began to kiss Shaak's waist again, leaking warm saliva over her stomach, as a red leg lifted up and rested on her shoulder, allowing her better access.
After half an hour of sensual torment, Shaak could hold back no longer; with a roar, liquid erupted from her and coated Aayla's melons, Aayla grunting as the wave splashed against her neck and chin. Shaak, panting for air, lowered her leg off her lover's shoulder and released the pillows from her vice grip as Aayla got onto her knees and sat up; the Togruta gazed over the view of her partner before her, her giant milkers covered in white juice, her mouth slightly agape as she looked down on her, her wide hips swaying.
Aayla crawled on top of her and they began to kiss once again, affectionately attacking each other's lips as Shaak wrapped her arms around her bed mate.
Eventually, Aayla pulled back for a moment.
"Will this be the last night I see you?" She asked hesitantly, fear still present in her voice.
"Of course not." Shaak reassured with a smile as liquid dripped from Aayla's tits onto hers. "For your safety, I'm thinking tomorrow morning I'll ask for an immediate assignment somewhere in the Mid-Rim, just until this whole thing calms down."
"Okay." Aayla smiled down at her. "So, what do you want to do in these last couple of hours?"
"Welll," Shaak smiled slyly as she got her lips close to Aayla's ear. "You could reach to our special drawer, find the pink 42, strap it onto me, and bounce 'till I finish."
Aayla smiled back, excited.
"That's the longest one." She remembered as she bent over the side of the bed to the drawer next to it, pressing some buttons on the lock keypad.
"Mhm." Shaak confirmed as a red hand collided with Aayla's rear with force, sending a smacking sound across the entire floor.
"Ungh!" Aayla grunted as she pulled out the toy Shaak was looking for.
A minute later, Aayla was ready to lower herself down onto it, her eyes locked with the love of her life. Before dropping herself onto the toy jutting up from the belt around Shaak's waist, she bent over and kissed the Togruta once again.
"When this is over," Aayla promised. "Everything will be right again, just you and me."
"When this is over," Shaak countered with a chuckle. "You may have trouble standing up tomorrow."
They went all night long.
—
She remembers every moment of that morning; her face resting against Shaak's chest, the kiss on the forehead as Shaak began to shuffle out of bed, grabbing her hand and interlocking fingers one last time. She was barely awake, but Aayla remembered all of it; more profound was the deafening loneliness that consumed her when she fully work, the sheets all thrown asunder from the night's revelries, the toy strapped to Shaak thrown off to the side of the bed as they continued their dance, the pillow covers Shaak ripped into with her nails still positioned behind her head. All this was evidence that a pair of women who loved each other resided in this place, but here she was: alone.
Shaak had left a note on the kitchen counter, which dare not be recited here, but it was written in tenderness, a monument to affection and love undying. She would see her again, if it took every ounce of Aayla's strength and resolve.
An hour later, she was walking up a marble staircase to one of the highest towers in the Jedi Temple, a path leading to the man who disrupted it all: Mace Windu. Her breasts jiggled with each step in her cleavage showing top as she continued to climb, determination drowning out the melancholy weight that had settled on her. She passed a handful of other Jedi moving to and from their respected chambers along the spire, deaf to their cheerful hello's and greetings as she neared the top.
Finally, she arrived; the ornate doors of the office of the second most powerful Jedi in the entire Order stood before her menacingly, the skillfully carved crest of the Jedi Order bored into it. She, however, had no fear, and without a seconds delay ripped the doors apart with the Force and marched inside, the doors slamming shut behind her.
The second she entered the chamber, she immediately forgot all about what she was doing and stood in shock of what she saw. Mace was sitting in a chair in the middle of the circular chamber, initially facing away from the door, grunting as she noticed one of his shoulders was jerking up and down. Around the room were holoimages and recordings of… her; security footage, still frames, documents with her report logs, all of her. What was even more shocking was that many of the images consisted of her in the nude, whether it was photos of her looking out of her apartment window without clothes or security camera photos of her getting it on with Shaak in a back alley somewhere in the underworld. Most surprisingly was the recordings of her taken when she and Asajj Ventress got comfortable together aboard a Jedi Cruiser on the way back from some far off planet, which she was sure got deleted. Holocrons scattered throughout the floor projected gathered memories of her, imagined scenarios of her going down on different Jedi, Padawan Ahsoka Tano the most recurring subject. At the center of the room, the image at which Mace was looking at, was a nude photo of her from the waist up, her pulling her top down and beaming a brilliant smile at whoever took the image.
That was when I was calling Ventress! How did he-
At that moment, Mace whirled around and saw her, and he was in for more of a shock; he was without coverings and was fully stiff from the images he had been soaking in, his 10 incher fully raised. Sweat was once again pouring down his body as he struggled to find the right words to say to the woman standing before him that he was just moments ago fantasizing over. He gasped in surprise and began to get out of the chair before being pushed down with the Force by the now infuriated Jedi. He felt the invisible pressure condense around his manhood and began to crush it as he roared in pain as he was shoved back into his seat. The chair scraped across the floor as she dragged him over to her.
He looked up at her glaring eyes, two holovideos of her engaging with Shaak lighting up behind her.
"Talk." Aayla commanded. "Now!"
To be continued
