Pre-chapter notes

I'm starting this right after posting the last two chapters, so don't say I'm not trying

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Lemon warning

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away…

A perilous journey! Jedi Aayla Secura and Mace Windu are on a secret mission to an ancient Sith homeworld to investigate a ritual that could destroy the minds of Force wielders across the galaxy! After a journey filled with arousal and mishap, the duo finally draw near…

Not many words were spoken between the two Jedi since the "encounter" outside the washroom a couple days ago. Aayla mostly stayed cooped up inside her quarters except for the occasional shower or stroll to the pantry for another set of rations. She has made light conversations with X3, Windu's astromech droid, who she found witty if a little brash, but anything would be better than having to speak to Mace. The memory still hung in the forefront of her mind; him gazing over her body and busting all over her stomach. Force, it sent shivers down her spine, especially after the encounter with the shlinga in the shower right before hand; next thing she knew, maybe the droid was gonna try to get in her pants.

She laid in bed now, her clothes tossed off to the side as she lay curled up underneath her blankets, a holographic image of Shaak and her projecting from a disk in her hand. The two had slipped out of the temple and off world to visit where Shaak had came from when she was a Youngling, not opting to visit Aayla's birthplace since her world was basically turned into a desert of war zones and wreckage. Shaak's huge smile brought one onto Aayla's face as she looked at her past self looking just as happy, if not more. She would give anything to have Shaak with her right now, even if it was to just hold her hand or cuddle with her for a while.

As she reminisced about her journey with Shaak throughout this past year or two, a sudden beeping from her com link broke her daydreaming and pulled her back to reality; in a frustrated grunt, she deactivated the disk and pulled the link to her.

"What?" She demanded, rolling onto her side, her tits sliding around underneath the thin coverings.

"We're getting close." Mace's stern voice came over the com. "We need to go over our strategy."

"Fine." Aayla sighed. "I'll be out in a sec."

She turned off the link and tossed it on the floor as she rolled onto her back again. Staring blankly towards the ceiling for another minute, she finally slipped out of bed, leaving the holodisk sitting next to her pillow.

They had slipped out of hyperspace a little while ago, the magnetic pull of a nearby Star disrupting interstellar travel. As Aayla walked up to the cockpit, Mace turned around in his seat to face her. He had seemingly regained his composure since the two had faced off a couple days ago, although she sensed he was less put together than his steely demeanor implied.

"Master Secura." He nodded.

"Look," she stopped in the doorway, watching his muscles tense at the slightest hint of a verbal confrontation. "I came off a little… harsh the other day. I was caught off guard in the shower by… something, and you surprised me at the door so… I'm sorry, I guess?"

It was the worst apology she had ever given, but it seemed to assuage the other Jedi, who leaned back in his seat.

"Thank you, Master Secura." He accepted. "We both had… insightful encounters that night, and I was caught off guard by… I'm still not totally sure what it was, but I think the ritual in Moraband has something to do with it."

Aayla sat down in the copilot's seat as Mace rifled through an ancient book that he had brought with him from the Jedi Temple.

"These are all the books we have on Sith rituals, and all this time I hadn't managed to find anything related to what we've been looking for besides our initial findings back on Coruscant." He explained, turning over page after page. "However, after you returned to your quarters, I finally found the proper passage that encompasses what we're looking for."

He raised the book to show her a scribbled artist's rendition of what looked like a sacrificial altar table with ancient tunes circling the image, letters or symbols from an old language that had been lost to time.

"Before the Sith civil wars and the Rule of Two brought on by Darth Bane, one Sith called Darth Perthys erected a temple in a volcanic region in the upper hemisphere where he would bring different Jedi that he had managed to lure into his clutches and…" He coughed, implying something with his silence. "You know. Anyways, the act would allow him to breach the mind of the Jedi he was with and he could use the connection of the Light side through the Force and psychically attack other Jedi to lure them there as well. Once he was done with his current partner, he'd sacrifice them to the Dark Side on the same table they had… engaged each other upon."

Aayla's expression was a concoction of confusion, disgust, and downright grossness from what she had just heard.

"So this Darth Perthys is still alive after all this time, luring Jedi to this temple, sleeping with them, and using that to lure more Jedi to him?"

"Unsure, it's been a long time since then, but maybe he passed down the instructions to a disciple." Mace hypothesized. "The record states that an invasion force by the Jedi and other military forces during the Old Republic destroyed most if not all Sith installations on the planet, partly which caused the schism within their ranks and led to their civil wars, which included the temple, but the altar itself could possibly be intact."

"And Darth Perthys would complete the sacrifice how?" Aayla asked, crossing her arms.

"Also unsure," Mace shrugged. "Maybe he'd kill them, or imprison them for future use or slave labor. There's not enough data in this text to get a whole sense of his operation. One thing is clear: whoever is behind this must be stopped."

"One, maybe two, problems." Aayla pointed out. "One is that you still don't know for sure if this altar is actually active, and two, if this is such a big deal, then why bring just the two of us?"

"I have serious… evidence that some psychic connection is being used to infiltrate the minds of certain Jedi-" Mace started.

"You mean yourself?" Aayla interrupted, only to immediately regret it. "I'm sorry, that was so rude."

"No, you're right." Mace stated. "The other night, and a couple nights before, I've been… visited by fantasies of mine brought to life through the Force. The Dark Side has been exacerbating these images in my head and have been luring me away from the Jedi code. These fantasies grew so close to being real, it's hard to tell the difference between reality and daydream."

"So the other night, you were…" Aayla felt dirty just implying it.

"Yes," Mace confessed, keeping a straight face. "I was making out with a fantasy of a woman I know."

"Oh…" Aayla stuttered, trying to keep the awkwardness at bay. "So you were rock hard from…"

"Moving on," Mace sidestepped that branch of conversation. "The second problem is that I didn't want to intentionally supply this force wielder with any other Jedi. You just happened to tag along."

Aayla shrugged in acceptance.

"One more thing you need to know." Mace said sternly. "The closer we get to the site, the more… hungry we'll get, so staying focussed on the task at hand is of great importance. Best not to get too… distracted."

The ship hurtled through space as it neared the red and brown planet, which was half covered in night as gray clouds seeped out of the darkness and over the globe, the nearby Star shining off in the distance. They descended through the murky puffs of water vapor and soared through the darkened skies over pointy mountains and jagged cliffs. Soon, Aayla began to see what looked like long dead volcanos jutting out of the earth below, one or two still leaking black smoke into the air. Shivers went down her spine again from the mere fact that she was on the homeworld of her mortal enemy, along with other witches and mages that assisted the Sith in their Dark Side practices.

Suddenly, a beeping noise rang out on a radar monitor off to the side; small red pixels appeared at the top of the gridded circle display, implying that something of interest was off in the distance.

"That's not good." Mace muttered. "That's near where the site was reported to be, but that shows that there must be some activity going on around it."

"Any idea what?" Aayla asked, slightly worried.

"No."

They settled down a mile away from where the disturbance on the scanners were located; as the gangplank lowered, she was immediately hit by the smell of decay that must've been seeping into the ground over the millennia of death that encompassed this rotten planetoid. She held up her arm to her nose as she adjusted to the stench as Mace strolled right past her and looked over his surroundings. The landscape was barren besides the pointed boulders that jutted out of the ground around them in all directions, the clearing they were in just barely big enough to fit the ship. Mace pointed in the direction of a small mountain off in the distance.

"That's the temple, or what's left of it, at least. The other cluster of structures is to the east, about a couple miles that way." He reported. "If we split up we can cover more ground. I'll investigate the temple remains, you scope out who our uninvited guests are. Try to discover if they know how to get inside."

"If they were here first, wouldn't that make us the uninvited guests?" Aayla asked sheepishly as Mace had already started off in the direction of the mountain.

She sighed as she hiked up her shoulders and headed off to the east.

After an hour of trudging over rocky terrain, past knife shaped formations coated in brown or black ash, breathing heavily from the dense atmosphere, Aayla finally began to understand why Sith were always so cranky; maybe they weren't evil, per say, maybe they just woke up on the wrong side of the bed every morning, she thought as she hiked up and down hillsides and over dried-up streams. The hazy orange sky above was sliced through by the occasional yellow lightning bolt, making her jump and almost lose her footing. The dry heat wrapped around her like a blanket, absorbed into her skin as her mouth began to dry.

How much farther is this place?

As she paced up yet another hill, she stopped as a series of small pebbles tumbled down the slope from above her. Looking up, she could hear someone or something nearing the crest of the hill, their footsteps crunching against the rocks as it grew nearer. Panicking, she hurriedly scrambled behind a jagged outcropping that jutted out of the side of the incline and peered around the corner once out of sight.

To her surprise, the mango colored banana-shaped head of a B1 Battle Droid poked out from over the ridge and twisted its head from side to side, scanning the environment in front of it. Not catching a glimpse of the Twi'lek, it walked up to the top of the hill, its thin and boxish body lightly covered in soot from its patrols.

"This is GD-7642." Its high nasally voice spoke aloud, probably over comms to its brothers. "Sector H-7/24 looks clear, although I dropped my scanner down a ravine back in 7/19, so that might be a problem."

"Don't worry, 7642," she heard a fellow battle droid call back over the radio. "We'll get you a new one when you return to base."

"Roger, roger." 7642 replied as he turned to move on. "Proceeding to 7/25."

A bad idea sparked in Aayla's head as her reasoning center tried to shoot it down, only for the bad idea to dominate the forefront of her brain.

Well, I don't have any other ideas, so this will have to do.

"Excuse me? Mr. Droid!" Aayla called out as she stepped out from behind the boulder, sliding her lightsaber to the back of her belt. "Over here!"

The robot spun around, pulling its blaster off its back and pointing it down at her with lightning speed.

"Freeze, intruder!" It ordered, its silly voice counteracting the intimidation tactic. "I have the high ground!"

"Please! I'm lost!" Aayla raised her hands in surrender as fake tears began to brim. "I'm just trying to find my camp!"

"Camp? What camp?" The automaton puzzled. "The only camp within 100 clicks of here is ours. Although I probably shouldn't have told you that, so don't tell anyone."

Aayla nearly laughed out loud; the reason why 1 clone trooper was worth 15 Battle Droids was the simple fact of the cheap brain units that made up the processing center of these mechanical soldiers. It was funny to watch them work, usually tripping over themselves or miscommunications to a dizzying degree.

"Please can you take me there?" She pleaded. "I've been wandering around her for hours without food or water, and I'm starting to feel… sick."

The droid, now startled that its potential prisoner it could brag about might die at its feet, hurriedly holstered its weapon and walked down to her.

"No need to worry, citizen!" It assured her, not even offering a hand to support her as she stumbled over some loose stones. "I can lead you there! I'll just have to call it in."

"Please don't!" She begged, frantically searching for an excuse. "Uhh- there's a Jedi!"

"A Jedi?!" The droid took a step back in surprise.

She silently kicked herself for using such a stupid excuse, having ratted out her partner.

"Uhhh, yeah! And he has one of your radios, so better not report it in until you can tell your friends in person." She stammered. "Just please you have to get me out of here!"

The bug looking automaton pondered this query for a moment as if its brain was buffering to execute a response, standing motionless in front of her.

Cmon you stupid bucket of bolts

"Roger, roger! Follow me!" It chirped at her as it turned and marched back up the hill, a relieved Jedi in tow.

They strolled over more rolling hills and valleys, dead rivers and past dried up trees, for what seemed like hours until finally they arrived at the top of a ridge; below them was a small encampment placed in the middle of a small flat plateau amidst the mountains, made up of three big tents, one small portable command structure, one blue and gray colored AAT tank parked on the outskirts of the camp, and two big MTTs, hovercraft droid carriers that she had seen deployed on hundreds of other worlds. They could fit 100 B1 droids with space to spare for a droideka or two; Force she hated those.

"Watch your step!" Her robot companion warned happily as it descended the steep embankment with ease.

Pondering whether this bad idea was really the way to go, there was no turning back now as she followed it down the grainy hillside.

Following 7642 through the midst of the compound, she strutted through the middle of crowds of B1's identical to her new friend, their circular eyes all turning as she passed by. She had slipped her lightsaber down her boot as the groupings of mechanical soldiers stopped what they were doing to watch her pass, whether they were erecting another large tent or running maintenance on the MTTs, a couple of droids in the middle of pulling a set of STAP speeder bikes out of the back of one of them. 7642 led her towards the mobile command structure, a box looking building the size of a garage which had legs that were buried into the ground, two blocked off windows flanking the closed door; as they approached, it slid open and another battle droids walked out, this one with bright yellow markings over its chest and face.

"Halt!" It ordered as it raised its hand towards them, to which her guide promptly stopped in its tracks as the yellow one marched over to them. "GD-7642, you called in 47 minutes and 38 seconds ago saying you were proceeding to your next patrol zone. Explain yourself!"

"I was going to sir," her friend explained. "But after I confirmed my next patrol procedure, this lady came up to me and asked for help. She said she was being pursued by a Jedi, one that had hacked into our radio systems."

"Hmm," the commander pondered as it rubbed its nose in contemplation. "Then our comms may be compromised. I'll alert the boss to modulate our radio frequencies to A7-2."

"Roger Roger." 7642 complied. "My prisoner- erm, I mean citizen here, what about her?"

"I'll bring her inside to the boss, he'll know what to do." The yellow one thought aloud. "I don't think we have a brig here, so he'll decide what the proceedings should be."

7642 turned to Aayla, eyeing her up and down.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Ms-"

"Fisto!" She internally punched herself again. Why that name? "Ms. Fisto, you can call me."

"It's been a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Fisto." Her droid companion said as it walked off to rejoin the others.

Following the commander droid, she walked through the ajar door and entered the command module; it was dimly lit since the blinds were closed, with a single lamp in the corner illuminating the boxish room. A single desk and two chairs lay before her, with the ugliest alien she had ever laid eyes on sitting in what was practically a throne behind the large table.

I hate Neimoidians she thought as she approached the desk.

The nearly obese and blubber filled being was furiously typing away at a keyboard, his eyes glued to a monitor screen in front of him, giving her time to observe him some more. He was adorned in the common Seperatist blue and gray officer's dress uniform, the hexagonal sigil of the CIS embroidered on his shoulder; around his meaty neck hung a necklace, with the jewel hanging around his chest supporting a similar looking embroidered gem. As he click clacked away, his frown turned into a scowl, each micromovement in his cheek bones jiggling the fat that hung off of his face. His skin was pale and clammy from what she could see from the light of the screen cascading over his face, and his yellow and brown wavy eyes darting up and down.

The commander droid in front of her watched him for a moment before feigning a couch to get his attention, which amused her a little.

"What is it?" He demanded, not even looking up towards them.

"Sorry sir, but unit GD-7642 found a… citizen in patrol zone H-7/24, by the name of Ms. Fisto."

"Why didn't it call it in?" The blob demanded, still not looking towards them.

"Apparently there's a Jedi on the loose who's hacked into our comm system." The officer explained. "Whether the report is accurate or not, I recommend we still modulate our radio frequency to-"

"Fine!" The boss conceded, grabbing a smart pad to his right and tossing it at them without looking.

The pad smacked the droid in the face before falling into its hands, sending a hint of anger and sadness up Aayla's chest. Yes, she had to destroy as many droids as possible as a part of the war effort, but the fact they were so mistreated by their superiors infuriated her; no clone would be treated this way, not under her watch.

"Thank you sir." The robot complied. "We have the citizen here now, sir. What should we do with her?"

"Her?" The Neimoidian asked as he finally looked up and was immediately enamored with the Jedi.

She was wearing her usual cleavage revealing sports bra and leggings, her blue stomach still heaving from the hike she had been on and her lekku were draped over her shoulders and around her arms. Her hands planted on her hips and her spread legs gave her a dominating pose as the alien gazed at the beauty standing before him.

"Leave us, droid." He ordered, to which the robot backed away and stepped out the door, shutting it behind him.

"Welcome to Moraband, my sweet angel." He stood, clasping his hands and rubbing them together in excitement. "My name is Lok Durd of the Seperatist Alliance."

Oh Sith she thought as her mind raced back to Meridian; when she was stranded on the garden planet, this very man had plans to test a military weapon on a town of innocent villagers, and would have if not for her and a couple other Jedi. He broke out of Republic prison with the help of some bounty hunters. Thankfully, the dimwit didn't seem to remember her.

"Now, how is it that you have come here to me?" He asked admiringly, his eyes glazing down her perfect body.

"Well," Aayla dropped her power stance and adopted a more timid look, pressing her arms up to her sides as she brushed a lekku over her shoulder. "My shipmates and I were being chased by a Jedi starfighter when we crashed here, and I was the only one who made it out of the wreckage! I lost him in the hills back there when I came upon your droids, who then led me here."

"You poor creature." He smiled creepily as he leaned forwards, planting his hands on the desk. "Why were you in this sector in the first place? It's a war zone out there?"

"Well," her mind raced again, putting together a loose narrative of events. "We heard there was… a temple! Yes, a temple dedicated to… love?"

"Ooo, love you say?" The over excited Neimoidian giggled, sending shivers down Aayla's spine. "I have heard of such a place. In fact, it's not far from here!"

"Oh, really?" Aayla questioned. "You wouldn't happen to be going there soon, would you? I really wanted to experience it for myself."

"Oh, experience it now?" He chuckled. "Well, it was destroyed a long time ago by some Jedi hooligans, but I'm on a mission by the Seperatist high command to oversee its reconstruction! Maybe we can visit the site and… experience it together!"

"You would do that for me?" Aayla asked, putting on a warm smile. "I would love that."

"Oh, I would too!" He agreed gleefully, Aayla eyeing a slight bulge emerging underneath his dress. "Tell me, have you experienced love before? Up close, I mean."

"A couple times." Aayla turned up the charm. "I've heard I was pretty good at… pleasing my partners, fulfilling some desires of theirs."

The alien gulped, his triple chin fluctuating.

"I would like to see that." He said, stuttering as the Twi'lek grew closer to the desk opposite him, her cleavage jiggling up and down, her hips swaying back and forth with each step. "You are a… magnificent specimen."

"Mmm, I know." She cooed as she seductively ran a hand up her bra strap, her tits undulating within her top. "Maybe if I… show you some of my gifts, you can tell me more about this temple we're so fascinated with."

"Yes, yes, of course." He said hurriedly to speed up the process as he lowered himself into his seat.

"Mmm, great." She purred as she pressed her waist up against the desk, her hands rubbing her breasts. "I lost my husband in the crash, and ever since then I've been yearning for someone to fill me!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I can fill you!" He shouted excitedly.

Man this guy is eager

"Call me…"

"Kandri!" He decided. "That's my ex wife's name!"

Man this guy is gross

"Kandri," she agreed seductively. "A beautiful name. And who's name should I… call out to?"

"I'm Lok Durd of the Seperatist Alliance." He greeted her as he dug a wrinkled hand underneath his cloak.

"Durd," she decided. "I love it!"

Here we go

Dispensing with the pleasantries, she began to stroke her massive breasts up and down through her top, pressing them together and pushing up her cleavage for him to fantasize over; almost immediately, she heard the moist slapping begin to emanate from beneath his robes.

Damn he's a fast one

After a minute of teasing, she licked her lips and, raising a hand, slid a finger into her mouth and sucked on it, sending Lok Durd into more of a frenzy. Pumping it in and out, she pulled it loose and stuck it into her top and rubbed her tips while letting loose a few moans, biting her lips and her finger traced around her nipples sensually. Her partner was beating his meat faster and faster as he panted for air, his eyes glued to her chest as she removed her finger, and grasping the straps, pulled up her top in one swift motion, her big blue fun bags sliding free. His jaw dropped as she fondled them, eliciting more moans from the Twi'lek as he pumped himself some more.

"I think I'm ready for you." Aayla whispered, licking her lips again as she lifted one leg onto the desk, then the other, sitting upright with legs spread apart as she moved a man's down towards her nether regions and began to massage her zone through her pants. "Are you ready for me?"

"Yes!" Durd drooled as he watched her plant her feet next to his as she stood up straight and turned around.

Bending over so that her huge rear was right in his face, she slipped her boots off, lightsaber inside, and slid them underneath the desk to the other side before reaching back and slowly began to pull down her leggings, tugging at them as Lok Durd got an up close view of her ass undulating as they were freed from their clothy prison, along with a thick set of thighs. He reached up to feel them before Aayla grabbed his wrists.

"Not yet," she scolded seductively. "You need to prime me first."

Standing up straight, she turned back around and hopped back onto the desk as Durd got a good view of her entire naked body, her butt and legs squishing against the cold surface. She spread her legs apart so that he got an amazing view of her shaven womanhood as she rubbed her hand up and down her stomach, the other one placed on the front of the desk behind her.

"Before we start," she negotiated. "How about a favor; I let you take me, and you tell me how to get inside the temple."

"My sweet," Durd drooled. "If I get to enjoy your bountiful pleasurable body, I'll take you there myself, and bed you atop it's tallest spire."

Okay, gross

"Go on," she chided. "Prime me."

Following her instructions, the blob got on his knees and leaned in close, stretching his slickened tongue out as his cheeks rubbed up against her thighs. Aayla braced for contact as his bizarrely long mouth worm extended out and brushed up against her, eliciting a moan from the Jedi; this must've sent Lok Durd over the edge, for after some light flicks slid his tongue underneath her and shot it right up into her slit, causing her to moan in surprise. He began to swirl it around and around her insides, Aayla arching her back as she placed her free hand on his head and held it there. His hands grasped her knees and spread them farther, causing Aayla to lose balance and lean back further, providing a better entry point, moving her hand back with the other one for support. Her stomach flared while she gasped out in ecstasy as she got eaten out by the best tongue she had felt since being stranded on Meridian.

The Neimoidian increased speed once more, turning her womanhood into a blender, his tongue coiling and spinning around inside her nether, making his partner call out more. He lifted up her legs off the table to destabilize the Twi'lek even more, draping them around his shoulders as he felt her body shudder from the invasion. He reached a hand around and began to grab and smack her ass cheek, the feeling of her meaty cheeks undulating and shaking from his slaps turning him on even more. The blue goddess had turned into a begging supplicant underneath his will, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

Finally, after tons of moaning, slurping, and smacking, Aayla could hold back no longer and released a wave of liquid onto his tongue which then spilled onto the desk beneath them; she roared as it exploded onto Durd's face, who retracted his mouth worm and lapped it up eagerly. Panting, she looked down at him as he lowered her legs and stood up, frantically undoing his belt buckle. She slid off the desk onto her knees and smoothly undid the leather strap as she guided him back into his seat, pulling his cloak off as he descended.

"Mmm, you liked that didn't you, Kandri?" He chuckled as he rested upon his throne, watching the woman reach into his boxers.

"Yes, Lok," Aayla confirmed while trying to maintain her composure. "I love your tongue."

"Lok doesn't fit my impressive stature anymore." He decided as he felt her grasp his manhood. "Call me… Master Durd, for only that will fit my opulence!"

"Yes master." Aayla muttered as she pulled out his meat, only to be shocked by its size.

It was only 4-5 inches, but it was incredibly girthy and heavy in her hand as she barely could wrap her fingers around it. The tip was already moistened and poised to unload a couple rounds into her as she licked her lips and prepared to plunge; however, as she lifted herself into a proper position, a beeping noise sounded from Durd's monitor. "Shit!" He yelped as he reached around for his cloak. Grabbing the sides of her head, he pushed her back under the desk as he rolled his chair up to the table, pulling his robes over his shoulders, accidentally draping the bottom over her lekku. He released Aayla's head as his hands darted to the keyboard; a series of clicks later, he rested them on his lap as Aayla heard a holoemitter whir to life.

"Count Dooku!" He greeted, stopping Aayla's heart.

"Lok Durd," She heard his voice greet in return. "How goes the reconstruction of the temple?"

"Well if I do say so myself." Lok Durd touted his accomplishments. "We're ahead of schedule so I'm taking some leisure time right now to… relax."

"You would do well to finish the project ahead of schedule." Dooku advised sternly. "Not only would it give us an advantage against the Jedi, but it would also grant you favor in the eyes of the High Command."

"You are so right, Count." Lok Durd agreed as he reached his hands towards Aayla underneath the desk and wrapped them around the base of her lekku.

Confused for a moment, she was suddenly pulled towards him, his thick scepter plunging down her throat in one swift motion. She gagged as the wet and sticky rod pressed against the back of her mouth, her cheek getting stained with liquid as the two men continued their conversation casually. He pulled back and forth on her head tails bobbing her face back and forth slowly as he chatted away with the supreme leader of Seperatist forces right above her head; his tip leaked a bit of juice into her mouth, lubing up his length with her saliva. She withheld her gagging as he continued to slide her head up and down on his shaft, the reflex in her mouth bringing slight tears to her eyes as her throat convulsed over his large falus. After minutes of talking, Dooku finally said his goodbyes and nearly deactivated the call.

"Until we see each other again, Lok Durd." He said. "Keep General Grievous apprised of your progress. And tell the whore beneath your desk to keep it down."

And with that the call ended, Aayla's cheeks blushing from embarrassment; it's not every day the Dark Lord of the Sith makes a mean comment about your throat game. Lok Durd pulled back, dragging her from beneath the desk, wrapping her hands around his ankles to stabilize herself.

"You hear that?" Durd questioned sternly. "You're a very naughty girl."

With that, he began to thrust his hips towards her, sawing his meat in and out of her throat with speed; jets of glue began to shoot down Aayla's gullet as she hung on for dear life, suppressing her gag reflex with all her might as his hand planted themselves around her ears and held her head in place as her lips stretched around his manhood. Drips of cream began to spill out of her mouth as she grunted with each thrust, his large belly shaking from the rapid movement as his balls slapped against her chin.

"Touch yourself! I want my woman to be slickened before I enter her snatch!" He commanded, her removing a hand from his ankle and over to her nether, which she began to rub profusely.

After what seemed like forever, he finally burst a final big load into her, sending juice down her throat and sending a shockwave out her mouth, coating his length and legs with his own paste. He slid his still rigid staff out of her throat and slapped it against her already stained cheeks as her eyes closed, trying to recover from the severe jackhammering that she just survived.

Not waiting any time, he grabbed underneath her shoulders and lifted her to her feet, standing up and pressing their bodies together as he wrapped his big arms around her. He stuck his tongue out and slithered it into her panting maw, eliciting yet another groan from the blue and white-covered woman. His mouth worm explored hers, sliding around and cleaning up the mess inside, tasting his own liquid while Aayla got a hint of her own that still remained on his tongue.

After a couple minutes of passionate and heat inducing kissing, Lok Durd spun the Jedi around and pressed her against the desktop, his meat sliding in between her massive jiggling cheeks; giving them a hearty spank, he motorboated them as he pressed them together over his member, sliming up the crevice between them. Aayla groaned as she rested her face against the desk, just glad that her mouth was getting a break; unfortunately, it wouldn't last long.

Seconds later, she found herself with her back against the table, lekku draping against the floor, with an unsettling upside down view of his underside as Durd readied for another round of oral stimulation. Her legs were positioned towards the door as her neck craned over the edge of the desk, her open maw awaiting his arrival. She witnessed his huge balls surge as he wrapped his fingers around the edge of the counter top before sliding his cannon between her lips with a groan. Aayla gurgled slush that was already leaking out of the sausage that churned in and out of her as her associate latched his meaty hands onto her even meatier jugs and squeezed down on them, childlike giggles caressing her ears as she watched his fat stomach expand with excitement. The first stream jettisoned down her throat as Durd gasped with surprise as she vacuumed it down with haste while crushing his jewels in her grasp.

Durd's meaty hand scrambled across the desktop and tapped a large black button that was positioned next to a microphone-like nozzle which poked out of the keyboard.

"Commander!" He blabbered into it as more waves rocketed down the Twi'lek's throat. "Get in here immediately!"

Oh Sith he's bringing the droid into this she mourned silently as he withdrew himself from her mouth and spun her around, her legs now draping around his waist as she grabbed the edge of the table for support. He slapped his scepter against her nether as he gurgled in ecstasy, the sounds sending shivers up and down his body as he reached down and grabbed Aayla's ankles; with his length rubbing against her, he brought her blue legs together and crushed it between her powerful columns and humped back and forth with vigor as the sensations sent moans hurtling out of Aayla's mouth.

As the oaf continued his lust fueled rutting, Aayla heard the door hiss open, light pouring into the room like a spotlight upon their dirty convulsing. She craned her head back to see who had entered, only for her cheeks to grow purple from embarrassment as she made eye contact with the commander battle droids who had stopped right at the doorway, its dim mechanical eyes soaking in the sight of the blue goddess being used like a toy by some large buffoon.

"Commander!" Durd exclaimed through quick panting. "Get in and close the door!"

The automaton meekly stepped inside and slid the door shut, its head awkwardly pointed towards the floor. Through the euphoria running through her head, Aayla felt sorry for the thing.

"Droid, record this! I want to save the video in which I plunge into such a woman!" Durd proclaimed grandly as he gave her ass a slap. "Maybe I can sell it and make some credits on the backside!"

The robot shyly crept closer to the pair as Aayla undulated back and forth from the thigh job she was locked into, her tits jiggling forwards and back as she kept her eyes locked with the droid's as if to reach out with her mind and ask for some assistance, but alas, no such chance. As it drew closer, its eyes lowered to her pile of clothes that had been tossed aside, suddenly gaining an interest in the contents within. She craned her neck to a better position to follow its gaze as it reached down and into the clump and pulled out a thin silver baton.

My lightsaber! Shock and fear took her as the droid stood up and examined it for a moment as Lok Durd continued to jump her thighs, completely unaware of what was transpiring.

"Lok Durd?" The commander asked. "I think this is-"

"Ah! What a cheeky skulka!" He blurted out as he eyed the device while he spread her blue legs apart, his erect rod sliding up against her slit. "You've come with a pleasure toy of your own, have you?"

Aayla looked back at him in even more desperation; not only had the droid found out, the man currently bedding her was even more of a dolt than she thought.

"Sir, I think this is a lightsaber." The droid cautioned, scanning over the trinket as Durd continued to slide his log over her, covering her nether with glaze.

"Nonsense! How dare you insult my guest with such outlandish accusations!" He berated it as he slapped his manhood against her, readying to slip it inside her. "Give it here! Perhaps she will be overwhelmed by not one but both her holes being pleasured by fitting… tools."

Not wanting to be here any longer than she had to, she called her saber to her hand with lightning speed; pulling her legs away from his grip, she wrapped her mighty columns around his waist and trapped him like a snare between her calves and the desk. Quickly sitting up, she brought up the hilt and ignited the blue blade right under his blubberous neck, sending cries of fear hurtling out of his mouth. With her other hand, she used the Force to trap his hands behind his back as he whimpered like a scorned dog as her eyes burned into his. The commander droid was frozen in place, its hand halfway around its back where its blaster was, only motionless as to not provoke the angered Jedi into cutting into its superior officer.

"I think that's enough for one pleasure for one lifetime, don't you?" Aayla snarled, her breasts sliding against his chest, sending shivers down his spine as his trunk jutted upright against her stomach.

"Please, have mercy!" Durd wailed. "I'm just a… wait. It's you! The Jedi from Meridian! You foiled my Defoliator tank-"

She raised the blade even closer to his throat, making him shut up pretty quickly.

"I tried the hard way, and now I'm trying the easy way, so be grateful I had enough patience to indulge you this long!" Aayla ordered as she compressed his waist even more. "How do I get inside the temple?"

Durd's fear seemed to wane as he began to chuckle.

"Just wait until Dooku hears that the woman blowing me under the desk was a Jedi!" He chortled. "I'd be held up as the tamer of Force wielders! The subjugator of powerful women, the one who bedded Knights!"

"And I'll be known as the Jedi who cut off Lok Durd's head!" She roared.

Pondering this for a moment, he frantically looked over to the commander droid.

"You stupid machine! Do something!"

As the droid grabbed the blaster on its back and pulled it around, Aayla whirled around her hostage and stood behind him, Durd's blubber covered body acting as a perfect human shield; with her other hand, she looked to the computer screen and quickly found the droid control file while still holding the lightsaber around his neck.

"Commander! Shoot her!" He demanded, wincing from the heat of the blade his hands raised up in surrender.

"I can't, sir." The droid responded dryly. "She's behind you."

With a click of a button, Aayla found the Commander Droid's controls and pressed a button. Like a cardboard box, the droid lowered its weapon and began to fold down into itself, its head and legs folding into its body as its arms wrapped around its back; within seconds, the deactivated automaton was just a motionless metal cube on the floor.

"Now," Aayla said slyly as she backed away from the quivering officer, pointing the tip of the saber towards the small of his back. "How do I get inside the temple?"

"Please!" He cried out. "I know how to get in, but take me with you! I need to experience more of your pleasures!"

"I'll think about it." Aayla rolled her eyes. "Now, how do I get in?!"

"There's a door at the southern base of the mountain," he explained with a trembling voice. "When there, you must recall your most sensual memory and it will open for you!"

"Is that right?" She asked questioningly, pointing the tip up towards his ear.

"Yes! My translators confirmed it!" He confirmed hastily. "You must wield the Force to open it; I tried many times but could not get in."

Satisfied with his answer, she grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face her; as he gazed over her figure one last time, she pressed her fingers against his forehead and he blacked out. His body collapsed into the chair as his tongue rolled out of his maw, leaking drool onto the desk as she stared in disgust at the man she had deepthroated for over an hour. Wiping some of the stain off her blue cheeks, she reached over and pressed a button on the console next to the microphone.

"GD-7642, report to the command station." She spoke authoritatively into the device as she scanned the room for anything to cover Durd's hideous body as he began to snore.

Eyeing what must've been a wedding tapestry hastily taped to the wall, she pulled it down with the Force and it flew into her awaiting hand. Quickly using a corner to wipe off any remaining paste that had leaked onto her stomach, she tossed it over the sleeping walrus and slid the inactive commander droid beneath it. As she slipped her clothes back on, the door hissed open again and the familiar sight of the plain looking droid strolled in.

"Hello, citizen!" It chirped happily. "How may I assist you?"

She chuckled at the instance of a battle droid being so ready and willing to serve a Jedi, especially one who had cut through so many like it. Turning around, she kicked herself for doing the bare minimum to hide the covered up commanding officer of the outpost as a hand still poked out from underneath; sliding an edge of the blanket over it, she turned back around to face her mechanical friend.

"Hi!" She smiled warmly. "I am going to need a speeder."

"Hmm," the droid pondered. "I'm not sure I can supply you with one. They're not really for civilian use, and our Commander must sign off on every vehicle deployment."

"What if it's an emergency?" Aayla questioned, screaming on the inside to get a move on.

"In case of emergency, troops can be mobilized in need of a quick response to hostile actions." GD informed. "This is only used in case of enemy troops being in the area or an imminent disaster; is one or both of those occurring?"

"Yes!" Aayla cried, kicking herself for what she was about to do. "The Jedi was just here! He… uh, left behind his lightsaber!"

She proudly showed off her saber as if she had found it lying around; the droid approached and examined it closely, holding it in his three pronged fingers.

"Well, it's definitely a lightsaber!" The robot exclaimed. "This is an emergency situation."

"Great! I mean, uh, oh no! Does that mean I can use a speeder? He's going towards the temple as we speak!" Aayla fibbed.

"No!" The droid exclaimed triumphantly, sending a wave of confusion over her face. "We'll need every armored vehicle available to stop the Jedi! He'll be defenseless without his weapon. I'll confiscate this on our way out."

And with that, it marched around the desk, nearly knocking the tapestry off the sleeping Lok Durd, and tapped some buttons on the control panel. To Aayla's dismay, alarms began to blare around the compound as she heard massive amounts of rumbling of footsteps and roaring of engines ignite outside.

"All units, prepare to advance on the temple!" GD barked into the microphone, its voice amplified to the entire camp. "Rogue Jedi is on the loose! Unarmed but still dangerous!"

It looked up from the mic and into Aayla's shocked eyes.

"If the commanding officers aren't here, then who's in charge?"

"Uhh… you?" Aayla guessed, shrugging her shoulders.

"Perfect!" It cheered as it leaned into the microphone again. "GD-7642 is in command! Assemble in columns of three, followed by Tank corp 1, followed by other armored vehicles, and be ready to deploy on my command! Scout speeders leave as soon as you're ready to scour the area for the Jedi, he couldn't have gotten far!"

Mace, I'm so sorry she facepalmed herself as the droid marched around the desk and towards the door.

"Follow me, citizen!" GD invited proudly. "I'll show you how we droids hunt a Jedi!"

To be continued...