Author note: this is where the previous chapter would've originally continued into the second half, but it would be kind of long, so the next section is technically chapter 3, idk you get it. Lemon warning
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After what seemed like an eternity staring out at the beams of light shooting past the view screen, Aayla stretched her arms and yawned as the Jedi to her left continued to monitor the instruments in front of him.
"How long has it been?" Aayla asked, stifling another yawn.
"About 10 hours." Mace calculated without even turning to her. "Give or take a couple of minutes."
"Wonderful." Aayla rolled her eyes. "And how long till we get there?"
"A couple days, I'd wager." Mace hypothesized as Aayla's expression sunk with despair. "I'm having to hop in and out of hyperspace to alter course, since I'm guessing we'd like to avoid any war zones."
I'd take a thousand battle droids over a week in here with you Aayla thought to herself as she got up from her rusted chair and exited the pilots cabin, Mace turning to watch her go.
Tired and a bit fatigued from the stress of flying inside a seemingly near wreck of a ship, she sought out her quarters that were towards the mid section of the vessel; along the way, she was enveloped by a faint stench, probably emanating from the exposed pipes that were strewn across the low ceiling like spiderwebs, some of which had holes or some that didn't even connect to another. The metal grates someone once called a floor rattled with each step under her as piping also stretched along underneath, the occasional burst of steam shooting up around her. The walls were near black with how much dust and soot that were collecting on it from all the years it went without being maintained, faded colors from a time when it looked more pristine echoing across the metal plating. An old and semi unreadable poster of a scantily clad Twilek woman was taped to the wall near her quarters, the woman having a shade of blue slightly darker but similar to hers; she scoffed at it, the idea of some low life pirate beating off to it or Mace finding it in the garbage and taping it there on purpose crossing her mind.
Finding her way to her chambers, she managed to make her way inside, having to slide the door open herself since the control button, of course, didn't work. Clamping it shut, she turned to face the broom closet some pirate called a bedroom; the small chamber was nearly square in shape, big enough to fit the cot that was drilled into the wall, a wooden desk and chair, and a small lamp that stood tucked into a corner of the wall. Sighing at the below quality accommodations, she kicked off her shoes and sat down on the bed, the frail bed springs squeaking from decades of rust and little use. The stench still lingered as she reached under the bed and pulled out her small duffel bag that she had packed lightly with clothes and other amenities; rifling through it, her fingers finally found what she was looking for, pulling out what looked like a clear plastic air-horn device, a small tube and rubber pump attached to the back of it. Looking at it to scan for any damages, she placed it besides her and stood as she began to remove her clothing.
First to go was her crop top, the wide V-shaped cleavage revealing shirt being pulled away and tossed aside, leaving only her bra underneath, straining from holding back Aayla's large blue breasts. Fiddling with her fly, she slid down her tight brown pants, freeing her thick juicy ass and hot thighs. Only her underwear remained as she walked in front of the rectangular mirror that leaned vertically against the wall; admiring her form, she reached both arms behind her back and undid the weakening straps that held her boob cups together, her top sliding off her shoulders.
Her tits looked bigger and more firm than they did a couple days ago, probably due to the last night Shaak and her had together since Twilek women get a surge in milk production during sensual encounters. Reaching up, she rubbed her funbags with smooth flowing motions, squeezing them together from the sides, pinching the tips, caressing the inside of her cleavage. They definitely had more mass but we're still pretty versatile, her giving one a good smack and watching it undulate, slightly turning her on.
How down bad am I that I can turn myself on from my own reflection she chuckled to herself.
Sliding down her underwear, she turned and gazed at her meaty ass in the mirror, shaking it slightly and giving it a slap, her big cheeks bouncing and jiggling from the percussion. Leaning down, she rubbed her thick thighs, sensing the muscle tension underneath her skin; her meaty columns had brought Shaak (and a couple other Jedi) into submission many times, she remembered as she smiled to herself. Standing back up again, she turned to face the mirror once more, gazing over her beautiful blue figure, from her breasts to her toned and curvy stomach, to her wide hips and juicy ass, down to her amazing legs; all she could imagine was Shaak walking back into the apartment for the first time and seeing her like this, only for Aayla to rush at her lover and having them topple into bed and completely destroy the remaining bed frame.
Turning herself off that path of thought, she reached over to the bed and took the device she had pulled out of her bag, raising the horn-like piece to a tip of one of her huge udders, pressing the cone shape around it. Ready to pump some of the excess milk in her jugs out into the small container that attached to the device, she paused for a moment, pondering whether her tits being slightly bigger would hinder the mission or not.
Force, I'm heated up
In an attempt to assuage the arousal that was building up inside her, she tossed aside the pump and reached over into her bag and began to rifle around once again, only after a minute of searching realizing that she had forgotten to pack the toy Shaak used on her on their last night.
It might be good to save that for the reunion night anyways
Still, she needed to assuage the barrage of arousal that was strumming her nerves like a Wookie stringed lacktha, so quietly stepping out of her quarters and down the hallway, she pressed the wall mounted button for the door to the washroom. The rusted metal hatch grinded open, hurting her sensitive ears slightly as a flickering lightbulb sprouted to life inside the near-closet like quarters; before stepping inside, she looked to her right towards the pilot's nest at the opposite end of the hallway, only to see the top of Windu's head poking above the back of the tall chair. Hoping that he'd be too preoccupied to engage her in any sort of conversation, she entered, the door sliding shut behind her.
Back in the cockpit, Mace flipped through a couple ancient text books he had packed as flowing light cascaded through the viewport, illuminating the room with fluctuating incandescence. He intently absorbed every word on every page as he studied old writings of Jedi long past as time seemingly faded into the background. His astromech droid, X3-R7, rolled in behind him, the brightness of hyperspace glinting off of his purple and red chassis; it chirped at him, breaking the Master from his reading.
"Thank you, X3, I'm aware this ship is old." He grumbled, not even turning to look at his robotic companion, who whined at him some more.
"There's probably some microorganisms on the inside of the hill that's throwing your sensors off. The only people here are Master Secura and myself. Now if you don't mind-"
X3 barked angrily at him, who's frustration was becoming visible on his face as he clenched the writings with his grip.
"X3! There is no other living thing on board, understand?" He roared as he heard water rushing through the pipes inside the walls, further disturbing his studies. He groaned, dropping the book and rubbing his hands across his face. "I'm sorry, X, but I checked the whole ship back to front before I acquired this vessel. All it has is a little dirt and some empty cargo boxes, maybe even a spider web or two, and that's it."
X3 muttered something under its mechanical breath and wheeled around and out of the room, leaving Mace alone with his thoughts and his papers; continuing to gaze over and admire them was pointless now, what with the interruption and now the rattling plumbing system pumping water to the bathroom. Sighing, he leaned his chair back a little and shut his eyes, breaking his steely demeanor and kicking his feet up on the dashboard as he cleared his mind and readied to doze off. However, as his thoughts began to empty, something remained, no, resisted being drained out with the rest. This puzzled him for a moment, so he concentrated on it, his eyebrows furrowing as his shut eyes moved around in confusion; he had felt this thing before, back in his quarters…
Oh no
In the washroom, Aayla had removed her outfit as she marveled at how small the chamber was; it was no bigger than a portable outhouse that her Clone Troopers used when on foreign and unpopulated planets, not even the size of the standing room in a Republic gunship. The poorly maintained sink was mounted right up against the doorframe, a dirty mirror bolted and taped to the wall above it; the toilet sat very low to the floor and obviously hadn't been flushed since before it was last used. The shower space was almost as big as a broom closet, with two glass walls intersecting with the corner of the chamber; the room was so small, the door to the shower could barely be opened since it was so close to the sink. Aayla reached inside and turned one of the rusty knobs, which controlled the faucet that poked out of the ceiling above it, which after twisting it slightly fell out of its socket and onto the slightly raised floor. The faucet squirted out a few belches of dark liquid before a steady stream of clear water began to spray down.
Feeling it was lukewarm but thankfully it was at least somewhat clean, Aayla removed the last bits of clothing she had on and squeezed into the shower. She was surprised that she actually made it inside since the small opening made it a bit of a tight fit, but even more surprising was how compressed she felt inside; the broom closet sized shower made it so her ass was pressed up against the cold metal wall while the tip of her breasts nearly pressed against the fogging glass, not even to mention the lack of elbow room. Not feeling in much of a rush, she closed her eyes and let the warming waterfall cascade over her, down her body, and into the circular drain between her feet.
Beneath the grate, however, the sudden outburst of warm rain began to stir something hidden underneath the Twi'lek; unbeknownst to her, the rapid plink plonk sounds of water droplets cascading into pipes was quietly replaced with the sound of droplets impacting a fleshy surface. As Aayla rocked her head back as she began to touch herself, overly immersed in the senses pulsing through her body, a small red tentacle slithered out of the drain and began to stretch across the floor around her left foot.
"Mmm" she silently moaned as another tentacle slithered out and around her right foot, the shower fogging up the glass walls and filling the room with steam.
As she pumped her fingers around her womanhood, her eyes shut as she was overwhelmed with euphoria, the creature began to squeeze its membrane-like body through the shower drain, 5 other tentacles shooting out and latching onto the floor to pull itself up. The fleshy, undulating, round mass that the tentacles sprouted off from freed itself from the pipes below and slowly began to wrap two of its ligaments around the Jedi's ankles, the Guinea pig sized octopus quietly stretching another two up around her meaty thighs. Aayla gasped as she neared climax, an otherworldly sense of hormones dominating her body as she continued to please herself, the feeling of slimy tendrils wrapping around her lower half going unnoticed as two more began to wrap around her thick columns.
Shaak and her were in the shower, back in their apartment. The Togruta was kneeling, face level with Aayla's waistline, as her red hands wrapped around her legs.
The membrane lifted its body off the shower floor as the next two tentacles reached up and horizontally around her round blue ass cheeks as it hauled itself into position.
She felt her ass cheeks press together as Shaak readied her tongue.
Aayla moaned out in anticipation as the creature opened its sticky maw underneath its body, a long and saliva sorrowing tongue sliding out and up towards her entrance, moving its seventh vine up towards her stomach while positioning the bottom two around her knees.
Shaak got closer and closer.
Aayla braced for the coming engagement as the being's tongue slid against her womanhood, lubing it in white goo as its appendages tightened around her as it got into place right underneath her, pushing her hot blue legs apart as it readied to dive in.
Meanwhile, in the cockpit, Mace was having arousing troubles of his own. He was no longer relaxing and instead trying to resist the voice that was now calling out to him.
"Mace," the feminine phantom whispered from behind him, the water rushing through the pipes around him fading into the background. "Why do you struggle? You know you want to let go."
"This is just an illusion;" The Jedi Master reassured himself, feeling a bead of sweat dribble down his forehead as he gripped the armrests. "Like before, a fantasy concocted by the Dark Side to test my resolve. It won't work."
"Oh, it won't?" She asked purringly.
Mace began to recognize the voice as he felt someone step up behind him; it wasn't Aayla's, sounding a bit deeper and more accented. It was similar to a fellow Master, Luminara Unduli, but he couldn't say for sure.
"You sure gave in to the fantasy you had of your shipmate back in the temple." She remembered as Mace winced from a finger tracing across the back of his neck. "Don't you recall? You compiled images of her and basked in her beauty while you pleased yourself. That seems like a more accurate testament to your 'resolve'."
"You're not real." Mace growled. "You're just in my head, a phantasm, my imagination getting the better of me."
"But what is imagination if not your dreams manifesting?" She pondered as she leaned in close to Mace's ear. "Admit it: you want to be close to someone, you yearn for intimacy. Don't deny it, for it will only become stronger!"
A tattooed hand reached over his shoulder and slid down his chest towards his lap as he readjusted in his seat, the bead of sweat turning into dozens as the heat from the warm water pipes began to steam up the room.
"Stop this." Mace squeaked as he felt himself begin to lose control. "You're just a mental projection of the Dark Side within me, manipulated by a ritual on Moraband."
"Or maybe," she countered as her fingers reached the bulge in his pants. "I'm your dream come true."
Removing her hand, she rounded the chair and stood before Mace; she definitely looked and sounded like Master Luminara, with her smooth olive skin and black sleeveless robes, her umbrella-like headwear and black spots dotting her arms and cheeks. Her brown eyes gazed into his as he beheld the goddess that stood before him, her curvature enticing him as the lights from hyperspace bent around her form.
"You want this." She commanded as she began to strip.
Reaching her arms behind her back, she unzipped her top and tossed it aside, freeing her breasts to hang over Mace; they weren't as big as Aayla's, but still were decent sized and well formed. His eyes floated down her figure, sizing up her decent 4-pack abs and toned stomach as her hand pulled down the zipper along the side of her dress, only for it to fall to the floor, giving him an up close look of her womanhood, guarded between twin muscular thighs. She kicked the dress to the side as he marveled at her perfect form, his jaw glued to the floor, soaking in the sight of every curve, every edge of the spectacle of a woman.
"I want this." He said without even thinking.
She smirked as she pulled off her headdress, letting her jet black curly hair loose, it falling around her shoulders.
"Then take it." She purred as she turned around, showing off her majestic bubble butt, to which he promptly slapped.
His clothes floated away from his body as she lowered her rear against his rod, disappearing in the canyon between her cheeks. He cocked his head back and grunted as she grinded away at him, her lips curling into a smile as he succumbed to her charm. After what seemed like an eternity, she lifted herself to get his length pointed right at her entrance, and promptly dropped herself onto it with a smack; he groaned as she placed her hands on top of his on the armrests and began to bounce up and down, her derrière colliding with his lap with increasing percussion. "Oh oh oh oh!" She called out. "It's so big! Yes that's it, Mace, get bigger!"
As she wore him down, he tried to wiggle a hand free to give her ass a good slap, only for her to reach back and interlock fingers with him.
"No, Mace!" She warned with glee. "No touching…yet!"
They went at it; Mace gave up on the physical world around him as the woman riding him pulled in every part of his being. No longer was he on a rusty old ship soaring towards a dead planet on a secret mission to save the Jedi, all he was was a tool whose sole purpose was to please the goddess currently bouncing up and down on his mast.
"Oh, Lumi!" He called out as his eyes nearly rolled back into his head.
"Yes Mace! Call out my name!"
"Oh, oh Lumi." He groveled as the bouncing continued.
X3, heading a commotion, rolled towards the cockpit, only to see the back of Mace's chair shaking as his clothes lay off to the side. There wasn't anyone else there, only the depraved Jedi groaning and calling out someone's name; one of his hands was on the armrest of his chair while the other… X3 could draw conclusions to what the other hand was doing. Chirping a disappointed tune, he spun around and rolled towards the back of the ship, passing by the washroom.
Speaking of the washroom, there was Aayla, her back arched and her pelvis pressing against the fogged up glass as she was being orally pleasured by a shlinga. The creature had fully inserted its 8 inch tongue into her zone and was exploring her inside with the greasy thing while its tentacles were going to work as well. She called out in ecstasy, not even fully aware of what was going on, while three of its tendrils wrapped around her back, two vertically sliding up her ass cheeks and spreading them apart so that the third could have easy access to her back door, to which it promptly poked inside. She roared as the slime excreting falus entered her, the thin but girthy thing writhing around. Another vine had slid up her navel and was wriggling around in her belly button, ejecting more goo as it filled the last hole it would find with ooze. The other three tentacles were wrapped around her wide hips and one of her legs underneath her gluteus maximus as they pressed and squeezed her sensually. She continued to moan from the onslaught of sensations running from her abdomen up and down her body, her hands furiously massaging her fun bags which were becoming sore from the rubbing.
The tendril that was wrapped around her thigh released itself and slipped down to the floor as its prey continue to cry out in pleasure; searching around, it finally came across the knob that had fallen off of the shower controls and pulling it up, jammed it back into the proper place and turned it further, increasing the temperature of the water to hotter and hotter levels. Aayla didn't even register the rise in heat due to the all encompassing sex that was happening upon her as the shlinga's tongue slobbered around her womanhood, her nether nearly completely numb from the ongoing ordeal. She already came once during her shower experience and now came a second time as she released a wave of woman juice into the membrane's mouth. It sucked up the massive income load and finished off the remaining droplets still inside before pulling back from her zone. As she panted for air, leaning back against the metal wall, the shlinga pulled its tentacle out of her ass and began to climb, wrapping its arms around her back and stomach as it pulled itself up towards her tits.
Shaak finished off her snatch as she began to slide her tongue up Aayla's abdomen, getting closer and closer to her breasts.
"Oh Shaak!" Aayla called out, her eyes glued shut from the experience.
Two tendrils wrapped around her meat jugs as it slid up her right breast, it's mouth now suctioned to her nipple. Ready to get back to work, it began to suck, twirling its slimy tendrils up and down her breasts to milk her massive fun bags, one still sliding in and out of her belly button, the rest wrapped around her upper back and shoulders.
She groaned as she felt her tit begin to jettison nectar into Shaak's mouth, her juice covered lips slobbering over her cleavage.
She screamed out in ecstasy as the creature continued, which it obviously was startled by, because it immediately slid its thickest tentacle into her mouth, stimulating her more as it slid against and around her tongue.
Oh Shaak, it's so thick- wait a minute she became puzzled as her body continued to succumb to the love making. While Shaak was a master at oral love, both with upper and lower sections of Aayla's body, she was pretty sure nothing Shaak had could wiggle around in her mouth, since her head tails were too sensitive to really use during their engagements.
She illusion began to unravel as she felt a mass hugging and slurping on her left tit as she opened her eyes and recentered herself in her surroundings; she was in a dingy bathroom, standing in a cupboard sized shower stall, under steaming hot water, and with now what just dawned on her as a shlinga sucking her breast, feeling its tentacles wrapped around her back, one poking in and around her stomach.
Her euphoria quickly was replaced by shock as she shrieked, the tendril in her mouth slipping out and sliding up her cheek and around one of her lekku. Through a turbulent mix of euphoria and panic, she grabbed the mushy body of the creature and pulled, only for the jello-like being to slip out of her grasp as it was auctioned to her and lapping up milk. She grunted as she felt her udder excreting more nectar into her symbiotic friend, the arm slathering up her abs now moving down and rubbing her nether again. Biting her lip to keep her hormone levels in check, she tried to force pull the thing off of her, only for the tentacles around her back tightened, leaking slime to lube up her arms to further weaken her grip. With her frustration and hormones growing, she frantically brainstormed an idea as the shlinga began to grow tired of sucking on her breasts and wrapped another tentacle up her cheek and around her other lekku, sending shivers down her spine. She felt it slowly begin to pull itself up her titanic blimps and towards her face as she went into panic mode, not wanting to be face mated by the blob. With her whole body on fire, she winced as the hot water continued to rain down on her.
Wait a minute.
Hot water?
She reached behind her and fumbled with the lever and twisted it the opposite direction, the spout shuddering and groaning with the changing water pressure. As the octopus-like alien wrapped two more tentacles around the back of her head to start the kissing session, cold water erupted from above them, making the shlinga tense up and shiver from the lessening temperature. Feeling the suction begin to loose, she force pulled the creature off her chest and flung it to the ground around her feet; she burst open the glass door, only for it to collide with the sink again.
Trying to squeeze through, she jumped in panic as she felt a tendril wrap around her ankle again; the shlinga, eager to escape the freezing rain, attached more of its arms around her foot as it got pulled out as she escaped the shower stall. She yelped as she collapsed onto her stomach against the cold floor, soaking wet and covered in paste as the creature recovered off to the side, three arms still wrapped around her heel. Scrambling, she reached into her pile of clothes and frantically fumbled around for her lightsaber as she felt the membrane latch onto her thighs and ready to dive back into her derrière, the thick arm smacking her ass cheek with a slap! Grasping the familiar wooden hilt, she whipped it out and rolled onto her back as the shlinga got flipped around back onto the floor between her legs, its tongue poised ready to strike. The blue arc blade ignited, showering the dim steamy room in a blue haze as she swung down in between her thighs and cut the being in half with one fell swoop.
The shlinga was no more.
Back in the cockpit, Luminara had pulled the lever on the side of Mace's chair so that he was now laying flat on his back, becoming more and more entranced in her spell. She had rotated to face him, riding cowgirl style on his now weak manhood which was constantly pumping round after round of liquid into her. Her tits jiggled up and down, her laughing in euphoria as he grunted over and over and over again, fully enslaved to her sensual movements as she bounced up and down on him with greater and greater force. His balls were somehow operating beyond peak efficiency, constantly shooting his now unending load into the woman, keeping him in a constant mid-orgasmic state. Her hands were planted on his chest, her fingernails digging into his flesh as his hands loosely clasped her undulating ass cheeks. Her abs rippled from the effort, her chest heaving as she tilted her head back and moaned, a mixture of sweat and man juice condensing around their nether regions.
"Oooh Mace!" She cooed as he grunted from another release. "Isn't this waaay better than last time? Fuck, when we went at it in your chambers on Coroscaunt, I was feeling a bit satisfied, but this? Ooooh!"
Suddenly, Mace's brain sparked to life again, attempting to regain control of his senses as his fists gripped her ass.
Last time? But… that was Aayla. Unless all my fantasies share a consciousness? Or…
With lightning speed, he reached a hand down and pulled the reclining lever, pulling the chair up to its upright position. Luminara got startled, a surprise yelp escaping her mouth as he bear hugged her, pulling her head back by her hair as his muscles flared. Mace growled as she gasped for a moment, only to begin to cackle.
"What do you mean, last time?" He interrogated as his balls sent one last load into his partner. "Obviously I was wrong; you're not just a fragment of my imagination! Explain yourself!"
Luminara chuckled as her head still pointed towards the ceiling, with Mace pulling back tighter on her hair.
"Oh Jedi," she purred seductively. "Quick to come but slow to arrive at the right answer."
He relinquished his grip on her curls as she looked down at him; her once brown eyes now replaced by orange and red ones. In a panic, he tried to lift her off of his lap, only for his arms to be pulled around her back as she grappled her hands around the edge of the backrest.
"One more time for me, Mace." She ordered, smiling devilishly as she planted her feet on the ground beneath the chair and began to rapidly pump herself up and down on his length.
Mace grunted as he lost all motor function as she held him there with the force as they went faster and faster, the two groaning and roaring as she bounced with incredible speed, as if she was sitting on a jackhammer.
"Oh oh oh oh oh!" She cried out in pleasure as her boy toy squirmed under her control, Mace roaring out as his sack went into overdrive, building up a final powerful payload.
"Grrrrrr!" Mace gritted his teeth as his arms were pulled tighter around the woman as their noses touched, her quick breaths brushing against his cheek.
"Give it to me Mace! Give it to me!"
Mace roared as one final explosion rocketed into her; she arched her back in ecstasy as it filled her up, Mace's arms locking around the sides of the chair as she planted her hands behind her on his kneecaps. The two panted for air, taking a few moments to catch their breath as she locked eyes with him again, a smile creeping across her face.
"You want to know who I am?" She questioned. "Keep reading."
And with that, she disappeared into nothingness, leaving Mace alone in an empty room, the heat dying away as the sound of beeping and booping buttons filling his ears again. He took a second to try to analyze what had just occurred, only to fill with panic again as he felt another load build up within his depleted member. Not even pausing to put his clothes back on, he got up and ran towards the back of the hallway to the washroom, his mast still fully raised.
He pulled open the door, only to collide skin to skin with a fully nude Aayla Secura as she stepped out of it. Both paused there, staring into each other's confused and embarrassed faces as they looked each other up and down. Aayla was dropped wet and covered in a white glue-like substance which was slobbered all over her nether regions, her stomach, tits and lips, with her breasts looking less meaty but far better formed and were pressing into Mace's chest. His dick was poking right into her stomach which was heaving back and forth from the ordeal she had just been through, sending tingles down his rod and into his balls, sending them over the edge. He unloaded right onto her abdomen with a grunt, her backing away with a gasp as white juice squirted all over her stomach and womanhood, trickling down towards her meaty thighs which had seemed to have marks going around as if something had been squeezing them.
They paused, seconds turning into what felt like years as they stood in silence as Aayla looked from him to her stomach then back again. Mace's jaw was agape as he pondered the gross breaking of his Jedi dogma from just having came all over a fellow Jedi master, never mind having just made out with… he didn't even know what that woman was. They stood in silence for another eternity until Aayla closed her mouth and gulped.
"Don't worry about it." She managed to get out. "I'll get cleaned up in my room. You might want to… I don't know." She motioned to his bricked up manhood, a bit of liquid still brimming at the tip.
She squeezed past him as he looked down, averting her gaze as she walked behind him to her quarters down the hallway; he turned to watch her go, his eyes glazing over her thick ass that undulated with each step, stickiness clinging to her rear like paste. At the door to her quarters she turned back and looked at him, down at his member, then up at him again.
"If that thing touches me again, you'll lose it." She said sternly before stepping inside, the door slamming shut behind her.
Mace pondered this for a moment before looking inside the washroom; steam was hanging in the air like a gas, outlines of Aayla's huge butt and tits pressed into the fogged up walls of the shower, along with small trails where some tentacle must have brushed against the glass. The same substance that Aayla was covered in was all over the walls and floor of the shower, some of it even being outside of it. The weirdest part, however, was a burn mark in the middle of the floor which looked like a lightsaber cut.
He shook himself out of it, for he had bigger things to ponder as he stepped inside, the rusty door sliding closed behind him.
Sorry this took a while to get out, I've been really busy with IRL stuff. Next chapter will be a doozy, and I don't want to half ass stuff, you know? See you next chapter
