Pre chapter notes

Welcome to the final chapter of Call Me Aayla! This will be the final arc in this story for a while, maybe forever. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this and will maybe even leave a review

This may have to be split into two parts like the last chapter

See you at the finish line

Lemon warning

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away…

The evil confronted! After making her way into the Sith temple, Aayla has come face to face with the mastermind behind the plot to corrupt the Jedi Order, an old Sith Lord going by Sheva. However, the Jedi finds her lover Shaak Ti, along with Jedi Mace Windu and Ahsoka Tano, encased in stasis by the Sith! Now, the mistress of evil stands before our hero.

"Do you want to hear how I managed to subdue her?" Sheva asked as Aayla looked upon her ensnared lover, transfixed on the crystalline prison that had Shaak frozen. "She was the most skilled woman I've had the pleasure of intermingling with in a long while. When we started off, she consecutively got me on my back, her strength really catching me off guard; it took a lot of my focus to keep her from overwhelming me with her prowess." She chuckled as she eyed Shaak up and down, sidling up next to Aayla. "We went for hours, holding out until the last of her resolve was drained; even then I needed to bust out the tentacles to manage her."

Shaak roared as she watched two pairs of slimy tendrils wrap around her thighs and spread her legs apart as Sheba's thickness slipped inside her and unloaded into her with a grunt

"Mmm, she's good, I can see why you two are such good… partners." Sheva complimented as she rubbed Aayla's shoulders.

Aayla gazed over her partner longingly, reaching out a hand and pressed it against the smooth surface of the ice-like cage.

"Is she okay?" Aayla asked softly.

"Yes she's perfectly fine." Sheva assured her soothingly. "I never once brought her to any pain and never took any of my guests without their willingness to do so."

Aayla breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the woman nuzzle her lekku, sending shivers down her stomach and into her zone, already moistened from being around such a hot creature.

"So what do you need me for?" Aayla asked, turning to face the taller force wielder.

"You are one of a kind, Aayla Secura." Sheva explained. "Do you remember when you and Shaak first started meeting? Of course you do, what am I saying? Anyways, the velocity that you two would reach causes something… powerful to build up inside you."

"I don't understand." Aayla stepped back, puzzled.

"There were times that you were so… aroused that things began to float, levitate, begin to shake, did they not?"

Aayla pondered this, recalling multiple times where she had gotten to the point where she'd destroyed several objects, bed frames, even an entire floor of a building.

"When you came, there would be such a build up of Force energies within you that it would explode outwards and wreck everything around you." Sheva reminded her. "You have seemingly and quite possibly unintentionally learned how to control mass amounts of the Force around you through the act of love."

"But… it was an accident!" Aayla exclaimed. "I lost control, nearly took out an entire building because I couldn't contain myself. I didn't mean things to get ruined."

"I know!" Sheva assured her, resting a hand on her shoulder. "I think with a little training, we can turn this gift into something that could vanquish the Sith, destroy them like you did that building or those bed frames!"

Aayla stepped back even further. "You want to use me as a weapon."

"No, I want to get inside those tight pants and explore you." Sheva smiled devilishly as Aayla felt two sets of hands rest on her shoulders.

Aayla turned to see two shorter women identical to Sheva were flanking her, big breasts and all; they began to massage her neck and arms as she moaned from the arousal.

"I can do more than just change my shape and make rooms look different," Sheva informed slyly as she watched the Twilek get rubbed. "I can project and duplicate myself using a combination of different force techniques. We can do this one on one or, if you like, I can make it a group… experience."

"Mmm" Aayla murmured as she felt a chair rise out from the floor beneath her, falling into it as the two women rubbing her began to slip hands underneath her top, eliciting gasps from the Twilek; their hands caressed her titanic jugs as they pressed and massaged her blue udders, moaning along with her.

"I think you'd like that; me, sitting on my throne watching you get double-timed by a host of suitable women." Sheva cooed as the Jedi got even more aroused, one duplicate tugging on her bra and letting a massive blue tit slide free. "Or maybe you'd want someone to be filling your holes while still having that womanly touch; maybe I could add some girth onto one of my copies here and she could… satisfy you."

The Sith watched as Aayla was greeted by a third duplicate who walked around in front of the trio as the two others pulled away her bra and began to massage and kiss her massive jugs, sending more gasps out of Aayla's mouth. The third knelt before the Twilek and began to tug on her pants, eager to get inside and put her tongue to good use; Aayla shuddered with excitement as she felt her leggings slide down to the floor and two strong arms wrap around her thighs, feeling warm breath caress her womanhood.

"You like it when people watch you." Sheva guessed as Aayla moaned out in pleasure. "That's why you didn't dispose of Mace's archives when you had the chance. You like being dirty because it makes you feel more alive; you like being topped because it makes you feel warm; you like when people explore you because it makes you feel open."

Aayla arched her back and gasped as the third woman began to slide her tongue up and down her sensitive area as the two others started sucking on her tips; she wrapped her hands around the two milking her and pressed their faces deeper into her jugs as she felt a leg get lifted over the third's shoulder as a slimy tongue began to protrude inside her. Fireworks were igniting her senses all over her body as she was getting pleasured from every direction, her maw fully extended as she howled into the air, the pressure inside of her beginning to build up once again.

"Aaahh!" She roared as a tongue fully slipped inside her and began to explore her tunnel, coating her damp walls with saliva.

As she continued being milked and slurped on, a hand reached around her juicy and sweat slickened ass and began to slide a finger around her back door, sending the Twilek into a frenzy; Aayla raged within her seat as she was steadily getting overwhelmed by the assault, unable to think, a writhing and overheated mass of flesh and sex drive as she felt her second hole get pushed into. The duplicate eating her out pushed her finger in and out with speed as Aayla edged closer and closer to completion, her yells of anger turning into cries of desperation as she tried to withhold the coming storm.

"Don't hold back!" Sheva commanded as her hand worked quickly within her thong, rubbing in between her legs. "Show me what you got!"

At long last, as a second finger entered her behind, Aayla screamed out in ecstasy as her body jerked forwards, fists clenching as her feet planted into the ground; a wave erupted from her, sending the three projections flying away and dissipating before they even hit the ground. Flurries of dust spiraled up from the floor and into the air like being pushed by a powerful gust of wind. Sheva's tits jiggled as the force collided with her body, making the Sith wobble back a tiny bit as she watched Aayla in awe; she gasped as she also came, pulling her fingers out of her garments and slipping them into her mouth to clean them off before walking over to the recovering Jedi.

Aayla's chest heaved up and down as she watched the red woman approach, desperately trying to collect herself after the overwhelming pleasure ride she just experienced. She panted for air as her host got onto her knees and bent over so that her face hovered just over her lap, observing the last of Aayla's load leak out of her before looking into her eyes.

"Do you want me to clean you up?" Sheva asked softly, intertwining her fingers with her guest's, to which Aayla nodded timidly as her heart nearly beat out of her chest.

Sheva looked back down and leaned in, her smooth tongue sliding over Aayla's south as they moaned in tandem, the Twilek leaning her head back as she soaked in the soothing procedure. The red titan slid a hand against Aayla's stomach and massaged the pulsing muscles as she wiped down her clit, licking off the residue as a blue hand played with her hair.

"Like what you saw?" Aayla chuckled through tiny gasps. "Don't think I didn't see you pumping over there."

"Mmm, I loved it." Sheva confirmed hungrily as she finished slurping up the excess paste off Aayla's entrance. "You're a real turn on. Now come, we have more things to… discuss."

The Sith stood up, inviting Aayla to join her as she reached out a hand, which the Jedi accepted as she joined her; glancing one more time back at Shaak and leaving her tattered clothes behind, Aayla followed her guide back up through the hallways from which they came, passing even more murals depicting the ex-Darth's former prey. Sheva pointed out a couple as they strolled along, from one consisting of a muscle bound Zabrak warrior thrusting into a round Dathomir witch (she was the Zabrak), to a thick Twilek woman in the middle of seven multispecies men (her first 3+ person experience), to the depiction of a younger woman hiding in shadows as she watched two Sith Knights furiously going at each other (her first orgasm).

"All these different men and women over so many centuries just to find one person," Sheva explained as she strutted along. "You. See, even from when I first harnessed my Force abilities, I had an inkling that with the right mixture of sensual and meditative conditioning, one could use the Force in such ways never before seen. That's what you have Aayla, you're what I've been looking for."

Eventually they exited the curvy hallways back into the massive hall, the cool air hitting Aayla's naked body like an exhaling giant; she shivered a tiny bit as Sheva marched over to her throne and pulled back a bit of the black stone armrest to reveal a small control panel. Tapping a few buttons, the light shining down on them from the ceiling condensed into a solid vertical tube, wisps of white spiraling up and down the column of energy.

"The Sith always held the belief that raw emotion intertwined with the art of force wielding could lead to powers so uncontainable and reality warping, they could eventually learn to tear planets apart." Sheva explained as she walked back over to her, eyeing the swirling tornado of light. "That was the dichotomy of the two sides: the light side held things together, and the dark side tore things apart. Unfortunately, that stigma was true to a very literal sense, as the Sith Empire of old imploded with jealous infighting and civil wars, eventually leading to the rise of Darth Bane and the Rule of Two that he'd set in place."

Taking Aayla by the hand, the two of them stepped inside the translucent pillar; a tingling sensation enveloped Aayla's body as she felt her feet leave the ground. Looking down, she realized that the two of them were being lifted up the shaft like they were in an invisible elevator, ascending towards the ceiling above, the source of the bright column getting ever closer.

"Back then, before the inevitable collapse of the Empire and the Old Republic invasion of Moraband, I had this place built by my Force-imbued work hands, along with a host of other guests that succumbed to my charms. By the time the finishing touches were completed, you could've seen warships floating like clouds in the sky, raining fire down on the horizon. Sometimes I can still hear the screams of fellow Sith Lords careening over the plains as they were slain by the Jedi and their fellow soldiers, or the cracking of lightsaber combat as they were hunted down and chased across the nearby fields."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Aayla apologized as she eyed the ceiling that was getting closer and closer; she could make out stalactites that jutted out from the roof, their pointed tips aiming straight for their heads.

"Phhh," Sheva scoffed. "No need to lie, Aayla. You Jedi were right in seeking their eradication. Some of them were real pricks. I entertained on or two of them over the years, and force were they deranged; one of them even asked for me to morph each one of my fingers into-"

"Ahh," Aayla interrupted hurriedly, the rocky daggers a couple yards away and closing. "Where are we even going?"

"Oh right." Sheva chuckled as she looked up and raised her hand, waving it in a circular motion.

The brightness above unfolded like a doorway, exposing a rounded ventilation shaft that went further up the mountain, the column of light they were riding extending further upwards. Aayla looked back down as they lifted up past the ceiling, leaving behind the massive chamber beneath them.

"Who were they?" Aayla asked intently. "The small statues in the great hall, I mean."

"Ah, those were all former guests of mine." Sheva responded casually. "Before I discovered the new method of stasis crystals in midichlorian harvesting, I had to do it by hand; after performing whatever activities they found pleasurable, they'd blow their loads into me, during which I would, through extreme yet subtle concentration, coax the life force out of their beings and funnel it into myself. The act of sensual body melding is a great way to tap into the force that resides within all living beings. That's what happened to Darth Perthys after he build me this place; he was defiant until the very end!"

"So, when you and Shaak…" Aayla wiggled her brow suggestively. "You pulled her life force out of her? I thought you said she was safe!"

"Oh don't worry!" Sheva assuaged the frantic Jedi. "The very act of being alive always replenished the living force, and I've been very careful as to not take too much in any one go. The… statues down there are the result of my earlier years, when I would suck the midichlorians out of them, resulting in their… petrifaction. The energy I would gain from them helped me to imprint a psychic connection between myself and the temple around us; with some help from Darth Perthys, I completed a ritual that turned this place into physical embodiment of my mind, which is how I can manipulate the physical space inside here. This very lift we're on right now is only doing so because I am willing it into being." The pair continued to lift upwards, Sheva explaining all the ins and outs of the art of psychic matter bending, until they reached the top of the shaft.

Levitating out of the tunnel, Aayla had to squint from the drastic change in brightness; the dark, candlelit interior of the catacombs below was replaced by the harsh colors of the outside world. Before her was a massive room, two transparent walls angled towards the front of the room overlooking the entirety of the plains around them, with the back wall standing high and angled forwards, a single black pillar reaching up from the floor to the ceiling where the two clear walls met; The floor was smooth black volcanic stone, her bare feet pressing against the cold rock. The triangle shaped chamber was barren of any furniture or other amenities, although she figured Sheva could will anything into existence if she wanted to.

The jagged boulders jutting out of the ground dotting the landscape, she saw the Seperatist camp off in the distance, the different buildings being the size of toy houses from her perspective. The dim red sun was setting over the mountain range to the east as she walked up to the edge and looked down; far below them, ant-sized battle droids were surrounding the mountain, the tank which had seemed so large up close now being the size of a penny. Trying to lean over more, she jumped back with a yelp as one of her lekku brushed against an invisible ray shield, the red laser wall appearing for only a moment before dissipating into transparency.

"Welcome to the bridge." Sheva chuckled as she walked up behind the Twilek and rubbed her shoulders. "We're near the top of the mountain up here, although the atmosphere isn't dense enough for much wind to form so don't worry about a cool breeze coming through."

Sheva walked to the edge and looked down, eyeing the assembling army below them with disgust; they had seemed to have found the entrance somehow and the tank accompanying them was landing round after round against the front door, sending tiny shivers up the mountainside as the boom echoed beneath them.

"That's aggravating." Sheva growled. "I can feel them trying to get in; the connection between this place and myself is very strong, and I can feel them trying to blast their way inside me like brutes, crawling up my walls. It's good that we will soon be rid of them."

"Didn't they help rebuild this place?" Aayla remembered. "Why would you want to get rid of them?"

Sheva sighed frustratedly as she paced around. "A fellow Sith Lord named Dooku discovered my hiding place here; he offered to rebuild this place as a weapon against the Jedi in his grand war effort. If I refused, he'd send the night of the Seperatist fleet here, or even worse, inform the Jedi and have them destroy me."

"Why would he do that?" Aayla looked flabbergasted.

"Centuries of Sith infighting still seem to haunt the Rule of Two; a rival to one of the Two could upset the relationship between master and apprentice, so he probably felt challenged by my dominant prowess in the dark arts; together, we can combine our powers and prove that his fear was well founded!"

A troubled expression took Aayla's face. "How?"

Sheva looked over at her with a devilish smile; with a wave of her hand, Aayla turned and witnessed the center of the room contorting and shifting in front of her as sections of the floor sank and pulled back as a large ornate bed rose in its place. The ornate red coverings were tightly folded around the round mattress, the frame almost as black as the stone floor beneath it. A couple feet in front of it rose a small fire pit, the crackling hearth sending waves of warm heat through Aayla's body, relaxing her senses as hands began to rub her shoulders again.

"This is how." Sheva whispered as she nuzzled Aayla's lekku tenderly. "Our powers combined can crush the army below and whoever tries to break our bond. With your destructive force and my skillful guidance, we can weapon one our love and wreak vengeance upon the Sith!"

Aayla's brain began to dull as the red woman slid her hands down her bare chest and began to massage her nipples, moans seeping out of her mouth as Sheva kissed her lekku and slid it into her red cleavage. The Jedi shuddered with excitement as she felt one of her head tails nestle in between her partner's red blimps, embraced between the warm masses of flesh as the woman slid her hand down her abs and began to circle her navel. Sheva pressed her waist against Aayla's ass and began to smush their bodies together, Aayla's jello cheeks squeezing against her pelvis.

"They're on their way here now; I can feel it." Sheva whispered sensually into her ear as her red hands slid up and down Aayla's stomach. "Dooku, Grevious, all of them, in a large fleet of ships hurtling towards this place! But we can destroy them, give the Republic its victory as it's enemies drown in the emptiness of space!"

The duo drew near to the fire, its glow basking them in a cascading aurora as Aayla turned around in her partner's embrace.

"As long as when we're done, and the Sith are destroyed," she bargained. "You'll let my friends go."

"Of course." Sheva agreed, a tender smile dawning her face. "Now, where were we?"

Planting both hands on Aayla's curvy waist, Sheva guided her guest over to the fireplace; summoning a large cushioned chair out of the ground, she pressed the Twilek down as they eyed each other with lustful intent. As her ass flattened against the soft fabric, Aayla bit her bottom lip as she gripped the armrests, mentally preparing herself for the festivity that was about to commence, watching Sheva kneel down before her. Spreading her blue legs apart for her red partner, she watched as Sheva leaned over and slowly began to kiss one of her udders, a long tongue coating her blimp in saliva as it caressed her; with a moan, Aayla wrapped an arm around Sheva's head and pushed it deeper into her tit, electing and excited chuckle from the Sith. Draping her lekku over the back of the chair, she leaned her head back as the slurping noises increased with fervor as Sheva pressed her fun bags together and began to suck them both, alternating back and forth between the two, hungrily lapping away at her sensitive tips. Aayla shuddered as she felt the tongue slip into her cleavage and lick away at her chest, two red hands compressing it in between her breasts. The warmth of the hearth sent continuous waves of heat pulsating through their bodies, numbing Aayla's senses as she took in the experience of getting slobbered over by the powerful woman.

As the tongue probing continued, a hand slowly slid down Aayla's stomach and began to feel over her womanhood, sending a sharp gasp out of her mouth; already damp, she felt her nether get soothingly massaged through the torrent of sucking sounds, the soft set of fingers rubbing and prodding her. Sheva smiled devilishly, watching her prey strain in her seat as her tongue continued to explore the chasm between her blue blimps; teasing the Twilek, she moved her hand around Aayla's derrière and slid a finger between her cheeks and began to prod her back door, sending more shivers down Aayla's spine. With a tiny thrust, Aayla roared, her back arching and knuckles whitening as Sheva's finger began to probe her hole, pumping in and out.

"Mmmm," Sheva cooed through the slurping. "You must've loved when that shlinga latched onto you in the shower."

"Ooounghh!" Aayla could only respond.

"Mhm, I sent lustful visions to you and the other Jedi that night to help you… climax." Sheva revealed as she began to retract her tongue. "I had to gauge your stamina, and you proved particularly resilient."

"Mmm." Aayla whimpered as the finger exited her rear, looking down at her partner whose face was still level with her breasts. They locked eyes as the Sith erotically licked her lips, her hair slowly floating behind her head and forming into a bun as she stood, inviting the Twilek up; pulling Aayla to her feet, Sheva strutted away from her towards the bed, her fat cheeks undulating with each step against the warm stone floor, the fire reflecting off of the black surface, the flame light dancing off of their bodies. As she walked, she reached behind her back and softly pulled at the thin strap holding up her top, and with the smallest effort pulled the knot loose; Aayla watched as her host's bra fluttered to the floor, getting trampled beneath its owner's feet. Sheva's thong was also soon stepped upon as two red thumbs curled underneath her tight straps and slid them around her curvaceous hips and slid them down her astoundingly toned legs.

Sheva arrived at the bedside and turned to face the Twilek who was still standing by the chair a few feet away, showing off her enormous and outstanding fun bags, her red skin shimmering in the luminescence of the hearth as her black tips glinted, supple and perky; her ripped stomach led down to her shaven womanhood, still dry through the sensual combat she had inflicted on the Jedi. Her yellow/red eyes gazed upon the blue woman as she smiled, her white teeth reflecting the flickering orange glow as she raised a finger and motioned her guest over.

"Come to me, Jedi," She cooed tauntingly. "And revel in my glory as I mate you."

Aayla gulped as she looked upon the titan who was requesting her presence, mentally readying herself for the smash of a lifetime. She was already dominated by the ex-Darth without her host having to lift a finger; force she didn't even want to know how long Sheva could go when she was at full strength. The longest encounter Aayla ever experienced was a couple hours at most with Shaak, and even that had a couple breaks throughout. Sheva had the physique and demeanor of a Tangerian bull, only with tits instead of horns; not only that, but she could also change her form and the layout of the room as well, who knows what Aayla had gotten herself into?

Just long enough to help Shaak escape

Bolstering her confidence, Aayla raised her shoulders level as she stared down the taunting goddess, her breasts jutting forwards, her fists clenched, her feet planted firmly into the floor as her body resounded with determination. Everything has come down to this one final challenger as the lives of her friends hung in the balance between entrapped servitude and freedom; to hell what her own body would go through when the love of her life could be encased inside a life-sucking crystal in some dingy basement on a shit pile of a world.

With renewed purpose, Aayla marched up to Sheva brimming with resolve under the Sith's insurmountable power; their eyes never strayed from each other as the Twilek approached the Darth with strength so palpable it could practically fill the air. Walking right up to the red woman, Aayla practically collided with her, their bodies lightly pressing together as she challenged her taller, more dominating opponent.

"Call me Aayla," she retorted. "Fuck me."

To be concluded…