Part II
Lemon warning
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"Aayla Secura." A deep voice rang out from the darkness, echoing off the walls and ceiling. "At last we meet."
She got into a more defensive stance, peering out over the cavern to see if anyone was moving.
"At last," She agreed, her voice not reaching the same level of intensity of the hidden figure. "Although I don't think it's under the best of circumstances."
"I have waited a long time for someone with your… talents to arrive at my door, but here you are." It spoke, the voice having a higher and lower tone speaking in unison. "Others have come to me before, but no one as illustrious as you."
"I'm flattered," Aayla scoffed. "But I'm not here to receive compliments."
"Yes, I'm aware." It responded. "Mace Windu said as such before he became… preoccupied with other matters."
Aayla squared up her shoulders. "If anything has happened to him, I'll-"
"Relax, my Twilek friend." The voice assured her. "He was not harmed; maybe nibble or two there, but he is intact. Much like the Nemoidian, he came here seeking… enlightenment. While I did not find that pig to be worth my time, the Jedi proved to be quite… skilled. I see the pig visited you as well, what from the smell of his fluids on your lips and snatch."
Aayla tried to hide the blushing, realizing she hadn't even washed her face since visiting Lok Durd.
"Yeah, he was a means to an end to get here." Aayla confessed. "Pointless now since Mace found a way in."
"No, no, not useless." The voice disagreed sternly, sounding like the source was getting closer. "He did not know how to get in without the secrets you had yet to reveal to him, so instead of making him wait, I let him in. He's had several revelations since then."
Aayla gulped, hesitating whether or not to ask about his fate. "Can I see him?"
"Of course." Someone said behind her, causing her to whirl around in alarm.
Next to the throne stood a tall, darkly robed figure, his black cloak draping over his head and around its body; from the edges of his cloak, two metal pointed boots poked out towards her. The veil around his head shrouded his face from view as he towered over the Jedi.
"Before I bring you to them, why do you come here?" He asked, the different voices splitting apart in vocal range, one deepening while the other became more feminine.
Aayla pondered her journey for a moment, spanning from her beginning with Shaak to now; was she here because of Windu's blackmailing, or the threat of being discovered? Maybe it was something deeper sense of duty to the Jedi Order, even though she broke some of the biggest rules in the book, or maybe she needed to blow off some steam.
"I'm not sure." She confessed. "The only thing I can say is that I'm here, and that I think I'm right where I need to be."
"In that case," the voice had become dominantly womanly, although still very deep. "I welcome you. I've been called Darth Dystra, but you can call me Sheva."
And with that, the titan before her loosed its cloak, the furling black cloth falling to the floor; Aayla's eyes widened as her jaw dropped. What she had assumed was a man was revealed to be a seven foot tall woman who's attractiveness was of another galaxy; her skin was a deeper red than Shaak's was, green eyes, smooth lips, flowing black hair that went to down her shoulders, strong muscular arms, ripped 8-packed stomach below two huge breasts covered up by a boisterous black undergarment, a gargantuan set of ass cheeks, super thick thighs with a sexy black thong with the shiny metal boots going up her calves. The woman radiated power like a reactor core, already moistening a spot in Aayla's pants as she towered over and looked down upon the Twilek.
"Do you like what you see?" She asked seductively, strutting over to the Jedi, the light above them showering the stranger in a beautiful glow. "I have the gift to sense people's thoughts, and I imagined this would be the perfect fit for you."
That it was, with Aayla entranced by the beautiful specimen to such a degree that she couldn't hear her own thoughts; for a moment, Shaak, Mace, force the entire galaxy didn't exist; the slight jiggle of her breasts with each step, her muscular stomach swaying with her hips, her tongue slowly sliding over her perfect lips. Aayla watched as the goddess walked over to her, and raising a hand, pushed her mouth close with a finger before tracing it across her own mouth, wiping off some residual stain from Lok Durd.
"Such a man could never please you, could he." The woman sighed. "You're much too perfect a woman to deal with the trash like him."
Aayla regained her thoughts as she stared up at the red seductress. "I'd like to see my friend now."
"Of course," she smiled down at her. "Follow me."
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Trying her best not the stare at her guide's huge derrière, Aayla followed her through a door to the side of the throne and through a series of smaller hallways, similar to the one at the entrance to the temple; instead of blank walls, however, many panels of rock had images carved into them, displays of different sensual activities being chiseled into them. Aayla was slightly alarmed that anyone would have so many lewd photos be carved into the walls of their supposed home, even wondering if her host was a subject in these carvings, leading her host to chuckle.
"I can sense your thoughts, Jedi." She reminded her as she continued forwards. "Yes, every artwork along this hallway contains one story of some of my previous engagements and conquests. I'm proud of my lengthy and girthy list of partners. Over the years I've performed rituals to enhance my sexual prowess, along with those who seek to enter these halls."
"You said you're able to change your form to suit whoever… confronted you." Aayla remembered as they passed more and more plates. "That's why there's no one person who's in two or more panels."
"Mmm yes." Sheva confirmed. "Everyone has a different lust fueled image of what the perfect mate would look like; some picture men, some picture women, others… well, the imaginations of many across the galaxy know little boundaries, ones I'm happy to fulfill."
"So, if there's someone who's into women, but also wants to be…" Aayla struggled to find the words.
"Yes, I can grow anything they long to experience." The woman smiled. "I can even create force projections of myself in case they'd want some group action."
To prove her point, they stopped in front of a carving depicting a group session between one man and three identical women, all with tails jutting out of their lower backs and snake-like tongues exploring his body as he reclined in a seemingly uncomfortable chair.
"Mmm did that man get a hell of a ride." She chuckled. "Half way through, he wanted to switch roles and… let's say I got a hell of a ride too."
Deciding not to ponder what that meant, Aayla continued to follow her down the seemingly unending hallway until they arrived at another large chamber, only this one being the size of a clone trooper cafeteria and was better lit by light fixtures lining the wall. Aayla's mouth dropped again as she looked out over a series of large crystals that stood in two rows from one end to the other; they were cylanderistic and green, stretching from the floor to the ceiling but what was even more shocking was what lay frozen inside them: Jedi.
The closest one they walked up to was a Trandoshan male, completely naked, fully stiff with his arms outstretched as his maw was twisted into a snarl. Aayla remembered seeing him traverse the halls of the Jedi Temple months ago until reports said he had vanished. Now, the woman chuckled as she traced a finger around the crystal prison's edge, admiring the specimen inside.
"This Jedi was a fighter." Sheva explained. "Got hard immediately. I had transformed into a less dominant, more voluptuous female version of his species and he was chomping at the bit in seconds. He was a satisfying partner no doubt, but I hated having those scales, so when he went down force did I enjoy reverting back to my original form!"
She chuckled as she rounded the other side and faced Aayla. "That Rodian in the Great Hall? He was someone I bedded centuries ago; a very cocky Jedi, he was. When he succumbed, he was desperate for a night with a deity of a cultural myth. The goddess in question originated from the depths of their deepest sea and had six tentacles on her back, so you can imagine one I had him wrapped up and began to squeeze, things got hot rather quickly."
"How do they end up like this?" Aayla asked, still in shock from the stasis her supposed comrades were being held in.
"Oh yes, that." The ex-Darth recalled. "The reason I've lasted this long is due to the fact that I've been sucking the midichlorians, in one way or another, out of my guests. I lure them here, fulfill their wildest dreams, and in return I encase them in here." She rapped her knuckles against the amber cage. "From here their connection to the Force is sapped and replenishes my own; for centuries I've done this to Jedi, Sith, and everyone in between, which in turn keeps me alive, spry, and very hungry for more… company." She smiled devilishly, her tongue sliding across her bottom lip. "This recent batch has also been powering a project of mine to exact some revenge on the Sith rule that banished me to this museum they call a temple. I've made some design updates to liven up the place but it is so drab in here."
The giant strutted up to Aayla, eyeing up and down her marvelous blue body with hungry eyes, as if she was wondering which part to devour first. She sidled up next to her, placing a red hand on her arm and rubbed her bicep up and down, soaking in the tiny twitches and skin blemishes as she stared up into Sheba's eyes.
"Am I going to end up in one of these?" Aayla asked hesitantly.
"No, my dear Jedi, no." The Sith cooed. "I reserve these cases for those 'one and done' cases that I bring to my bed, which have, to this point, been all of them, but not you! You, Aayla, are extremely special, but I'll get to that in a moment. You want to see your friends! Come."
"Friends?" Aayla asked, even more concerned. "As in multiple?"
The pair continued to stroll down the exhibits of previous Force wielders that she had dominated, from a skinny Sith Lord wannabe to a chiseled Wookie knight to an extremely busty looking Nautolan woman, giving Aayla some flashbacks to when her and Kit Fisto were bed mates. Sheva called her over, and as she turned, her jaw once again dropped.
"This beautiful specimen," Darth Dystra commented as she rounded the case housing a frozen and naked Ahsoka Tano; the Padawan was frozen in what seemed like mid-orgasm, her eyes half shut and her mouth in a slobbery smile as her hands were cupped around her womanhood. "Was in the shower touching herself when I found her. She had a video of you pleasuring yourself playing on the counter nearby when I caught her by surprise. When she regained consciousness here, she couldn't keep her arousal from getting the better of her and, well, she was mine in moments. Her idealized partner looked very similar to you, actually, although with a bit paler shade of blue and thicker hips. See, I have the power to shift the appearance of certain rooms in this place, and since I found her in a shower I thought it would serve our endeavors well to come together in a very wet place." She chuckled as she admired Ahsoka's juicy ass as she rounded the back of the green structure. "I transformed the room into a Mon Calamarian sauna, and did a little transforming myself, and soon she was happily bouncing on nine inches of Twilek meat."
Aayla recoiled in disgust while also secretly getting a little turned on by the thought of such a lude encounter, although she had similar experiences herself.
"Oh don't give me that look." The red woman laughed as she came back around. "You've had some trunks shoved inside you too; she fantasizes a lot about you, you know. When they're in these pods, they're in an endless dream where their secret desires are still being fulfilled upon them; your friend Shaak Ti actually helped her with that, in more ways than one of course."
Aayla's fist clenched as her blood began to boil at the very mention of her lover being in such a place.
"Ooo, sensitive topic that one." Sheva acknowledged with a nod as she walked over to the next stasis pod. "We'll get to that in a minute."
Aayla looked over and was immediately encumbered by more despair as Mace Windu stood dormant inside the next amber cell; he too was naked, a look of lust fueled anger on his face as his muscles bulged, his surprisingly large manhood fully stiff as he looked like he was about to bust.
"You just missed it!" The woman relented. "The master here arrived on my doorstep a mere few hours ago, although I had been visiting him in dreams and such for the past couple months. The midichlorians running through him are strong, a great source of energy for my plans I have coming up. His emotions were so repressed, he didn't even know what a perfect mate could be like, so I provided a simple bed and took him to it, experimenting with different forms as I rangled him like a wild bull; I even added some male anatomy to myself to see if that would do better at taming him, but after awhile, all I needed was some simple maneuvers to bring him into a state where I could pacify him and encase him here."
The thought of Mace Windu, might Jedi Master and second best wielder to Yoda himself being pegged by a rogue Sith Lord brought Aayla's arousal to even greater dominance, her hand drifting towards her zone as if getting ready to rub herself.
"Hold on a little longer." Sheva teased as she ran her hand up and down her bra strap. "There's still one more."
As the bodacious Sith woman walked over the final crystal, Aayla's heart stopped beating, her eyes locked on the occupant of the final cell. There, encased and frozen within green confines, was Shaak Ti, her body stripped of clothing as she seemed on the verge of busting, her arms stretched above her head, her tits jutting out from her body as if they were being tossed around, her legs spread apart as if someone was about to slip something between them. Aayla gazed upon her lover in utter shock as Sheva sidled up to her.
"If you liked the previous stories," she whispered in the Twilek's ear. "You'll love this one."
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To be continued…
