Pre-chapter notes

This is the last one I promise haha

I'll have more notes at the end

Lemon warning

Ahsoka bobbed her head back and forth as her lips puckered around the thick meat scepter that she held in her mouth, greedily slurping away at the rod as her eyes gazed at her lover's thick waistline as the round log stretched her. Her eyelashes brushed against a toned navel as she rocked rhythmically forwards and backwards, the tip triggering her gag reflex as it pushed towards the back of her mouth, a mighty pair of balls swinging around, slapping her saliva covered chin. She had wrapped her arms around her partner's thick juicy ass and was gripping for dear life as the person pumping her sensually sawed in and out of her maw as she happily took it all in.

Ahsoka relished the sensation of having her pie hole plugged by such a beast as an aroused sigh emanated from above her; sensing her partner was pleased with her performance, she began to gleefully slobber her tongue all over the tube, lapping at it in an attempt to wear down her partner's will and shoot a large release into her awaiting throat. Continuing her maneuvers, she lost track of time as she slid her head across the smooth thick surface until, suddenly, a massive eruption pumped into her mouth, sending gallons of liquid down her gullet. Recoiling slightly, she vacuumed it all up with eager satisfaction before letting the trunk slide out of her mouth, a trail of stickiness trailing off her lips.

"What a skilled Jedi you are." A feminine voice cooed down at her as she lifted up her head to make eye contact.

Staring down at her was Jedi Master Aayla Secura, her brown eyes gazing back into hers, pristine blue skin shining in the morning sun that shone through the trees around them, her twin lekku hanging around her head and down her back, her mammoth breasts jiggling with the slightest breeze, her six pack fluctuating around her navel, her thick hips swaying her long staff in front of Ahsoka's face, her hot meaty legs planted into the forest floor beneath them. Ahsoka marveled at the goddess before her as it smiled down at her, pink glossed lips curling into a soft crescent as the Padawan took a second to catch her breath.

"Thank you, Master." Tano said as she looked back down to the blue titan in between the Twilek's thighs.

"You want a minute to recuperate?" Aayla asked soothingly, massaging the top of one of Ahsoka's head tails. "That was a big load, and there's plenty more."

"No, no." Ahsoka refused hurriedly as to not let this hot mating session be delayed. "Take the reins; it tastes so good I can't get enough!"

"Mmm, alright Padawan." Aayla conceded with a grin as her mast began to stiffen, poking into Ahsoka's cheek as she moved her other hand to Ahsoka's second head tail and gripped them both; the Padawan excitingly eyed the rod as it swung back and forth, slapping her face as it leaked oil onto her.

"Please Master, call me a Knight!" Ahsoka pleaded with glee as she opened her mouth.

"Padawan, Knight, Master," Aayla pondered. "Call yourself what you want; you're my plaything, and I shall call you what I wish."

"Yes, mast-" Ahsoka was silenced as ten inches of blue meat shot into her maw and began to jackhammer back and forth, filling her up as she settled in for the pump of a lifetime.

Ahsoka continued to live out her fantasy within the unending dream as her body still hovered within the confines of her crystal prison within the bowels of the ship, alongside Shaak, Mace Windu, and the others.

On the bridge, with Separatists inbound, the real Aayla was also getting the experience of a lifetime as Sheva topped her once more. Grabbing Aayla's waist, the Sith grinded their zones together, both letting out a moan simultaneously as Darth began to creep up the speed even higher. Aayla's head tails began to bounce, slapping against the sheets as the smacking sounds began to intermingle with the grunts; Aayla concentrated on purely building up another wave of Force while calling back to when Shaak would throw her into a frenzy with this move. Sheva was loving it, throwing her head back as she roared from ecstasy, the thought of pumping by the best Jedi that had ever crossed her path throwing her into a deeper, more galloping pace. Moisture began to condense where their bodies met as they grinded together, moaning all the way. Their lips met as the two women slid against one another, breasts collapsing over one another, thighs caressing each other, blue arms wrapping around the back of the red titan who was thrusting her into oblivion. Sheva began to grunt as she found Aayla's resolve was bolstered from when they had mated a few minutes before, the Twilek smoothly rocking back and forth with her speedy but rhythmic thrusts while maintaining hard eye lock with her.

"This whole plan relies on you making quick and powerful bursts of energy, Jedi." Sheva growled sensually as she continued to hump. "I need you to come faster!"

"Why should I?" Aayla taunted in a husky voice, tits undulating against her partner's. "I'm not feeling satisfied yet!"

Aayla felt the Sith's mind begin to build up an increase in frustration like hot air in a balloon, steadily mounting up pressure within her head.

"Then perhaps this will satiate your appetites!" Sheva countered hotly.

Leaning upwards, she sat perched on Aayla's lap, still pumping her hips back and forth as she tilted her head towards the ceiling and groaned arousingly; from behind her, two thick slimy red spotted tentacles slid around her stomach and wrapped around Aayla's thighs, sending moans out of the Twilek as they spread her legs apart, providing Sheva with a better vantage point to mate with her womanhood.

"This one threw your girlfriend for a ringer." Sheva chuckled as her prey threw her head back from the sensations running around her lower half.

Starting up again, the Sith's strong and steady gate had the Aayla on the ropes once again, not to mention the thick tendrils squeezing her meaty legs; her mind shot back to the shower on board the ship, the shlinga wrapping itself around her hips as it ate her out. She gritted her teeth as she felt two more slide down her legs and slip under her ass, coiling around while excreting silky glue around her abdomen.

"Mmm you love these things, don't you?" Sheva motioned to her new appendages as she panted for air while sliding their zones together rapidly. "You were crazy for them in the shower; you and your wifey both love some good tentacle work! She barely lasted a minute before I had her squirting like the Togrutan cow that she is ooh!"

Hearing a Sith Lord demean her true love sent anger pumping through Aayla's veins, her vision going red as her body began to feel the void grow inside her once more, this time not from lust, but from hatred. Throwing away the Jedi Code, she focussed on that feeling and fueled it like a fire; Shaak had always been there for her, through her best and worst times, comforting her when she was at her lowest, sharing her warmth when she was cold, and her was some low life exiled Dark Sider acting as if she could ever be a tiny percentage of who Shaak is.

As the weight began to expand inside her, Sheva continuing her lustful pounding of her womanhood, Aayla looked into the Sith's mind who's defences had dulled from her rigorous exploration of the Jedi's body. She began to understand what the ex-Darth was talking about when she said that the temple was like an extension of her body; Aayla could feel the passageways running through the hull like veins in an arm, sensing the beating heart of the ship within the laboratory where Shaak and the others were being kept.

"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" She remembered the Sith explaining to her.

If I can concentrate my power on shattering those crystals, she'll fall, Aayla realized as her confidence gained a boost.

Sheva hummed in excitement as she felt her guest prepare to release, fondling her giant udders as she watched her prey rock to and fro under her barrage, blue fists gripping the red bed sheets until they began to tear.

"Yes, Jedi! Cum for me!" Sheva gasped in pleasure as Aayla readied herself.

"As you wish, Master!" Aayla responded, gritting her teeth as her back arched.

Mace leaned back in his chair as he let the woman bounce on his member like a spring, her light but jiggly breasts hopping in place as she cried out in ecstasy, her legs sprawled over the sides of the seat they were sharing. Her short straight black hair fluttered around as her tongue slid across her black painted lips.

"Yes Mace," she moaned softly as she cocked her head back from the pleasure. "Take me."

"Mmmm Luminara" He groaned back as he watched her grind up and down on his manhood, the evening sun setting over the crystal blue water, their Jedi garments scattered across the sand, their cloaks hanging on the branches of a nearby palm tree.

They continued to make out as Luminara handled everything like a pro, gently straddling the Master as she leveraged herself atop his member; they had been going for…

Mace was suddenly ripped from his relaxation by the thought: how long had he been there? In fact, where was he?

As he pondered these basic but important questions, Luminara began to bounce faster and faster on his staff.

"Mace! Oh yes Mace!"

The Jedi Master tried to maintain his train of thought as the goddess continued to work her ways on him, but slowly began to lose himself under her barrage.

Suddenly, a giant crack shot down from the sky and hit the sand in front of them, a long but thin tear standing in place like a glass window had been hit by a rock. The pair stopped, Luminara turning to see what had happened, a look of shock on her face; peering around her, Mace saw the massive jagged line shooting up into the sky and once again simmered with uncertainty.

"It's probably nothing!" Luminara guessed worriedly as she attempted to restart the riding session, only to be lifted off his member and dropped to the side as Mace got up and walked over to the anomaly.

Getting up close, he felt around the edge of the thin shape, the surface feeling jagged like a sharp stone. He looked around it, realizing the tear was only two dimensional, as if a television screen had broken and disrupted the image he was seeing around him as a three dimensional space.

"Mace, stop!"

Luminara hurriedly scuttled up to him, grasping his length in an effort to pull him back to the chair, only for him to Force push her away, sending her toppling over the seat.

"What kind of place is this?" He asked himself aloud as he observed his surroundings more closely; the sun hadn't moved an inch on the horizon since he got here, whenever that was, the sand felt rough and fake, the tree holding their robes was identical to every other tree along the waterfront to the smallest detail, as if someone had taken the image and copy-and-pasted it along the shoreline. For the first time, he finally cleared the fog from his mind and came to a startling realization.

"None of this is real." He concluded, his tone slightly disappointed, not at the fake situation he found himself in but the lack of awareness he had to be trapped in such an obvious fantasy.

A growl emanated from behind the toppled chair as Luminara got back on her feet, only this time her deep brown eyes were replaced by glowing red and yellow ones.

"It could've been." She roared tormentedly. "You've ruined your own paradise; now, you'll die by it!"

As she leapt at him, Mace spun around as held her in the air with one hand while raising the other towards the crack.

"If this is paradise," he pondered. "Then why would I want to leave?"

He stretched out his fingers and summoned the Force within him, sending targeted waves of energy towards the tear; like a pane of glass, smaller cracks began to stretch out from it and scramble around him in a circular formation, as if he was in some kind of tubular glass case. The background began to dim as the etchings became more and more severe.

"Please!" Luminara pleaded as she floated in place behind him. "Just let me suck your dick one last ti-"

Everything exploded around him.

He was falling.

He reached out with the Force.

Seconds later he found himself on the cold stone floor, green shards of amber scattered around him. It took a couple seconds to regain his senses as his ears rang from the explosion, his blurry eyesight returning to normal; part of him wished it hadn't as he witness a dozen other Jedi masters in the same situation, scattered around the rectangular room as chunks of lime colored ice sprawled over the floor. He looked down at himself, suddenly aware of his lack of clothes as the other Jedi began to assort themselves, among them being a Trandoshan male and Nautolan female.

"Mace!" A voice called from behind him.

Turning to look, he got up and rushed over to Shaak Ti to help her up as she struggled to find her footing; if they hadn't just been excreted from their amber prisons, he'd be as rock solid as his cage as Shaak's illustrious nude body shivered against his.

"Are you alright, Master Ti?" He asked concernedly.

"Yes, I- where are we?" She stammered. "All I remember is-"

"We're in a Sith temple on Moraband." He recounted. "It appears we've all been trapped within these stasis fields, but something shattered them."

"Masters!" Ahsoka cried out as she scampered over, desperately trying to cover her breasts and womanhood. "It's good to see you guys! It's nice to feel free again, although…" her voice trailed off.

"No time for that." Mace declared. "We have to find a way out of here, before the Sith comes back and-"

"Where's Aayla?" Shaak stammered. "Is she safe? Is she alright?"

"Last I knew she had gone to a nearby campsite to investigate the Seperatist presence here." He recounted. "I don't know what happened to her."

"Greetings, friends." The Nautolan woman awkwardly joined their conversation while wrapping an arm around her large breasts, another holding a large silver case at her side. A look of embarrassment encompassed Shaak's face as they made eye contact, the green woman smiling sheepishly at her. "While I would love to get to know you, there is a slight problem, you know with the whole ship falling apart thing."

The trio suddenly realized that during their conversation, small chunks of rock had begun to rain down from the ceiling, large cracks shooting across it.

"This is where the fun begins." Ahsoka groaned.

"It wasn't fun already?" The Nautolan retorted. "Here, I found these in a compartment nearby."

She held up the rectangular toolbox and opened it, revealing their lightsabers, leader straps holding the grey and black hilts in place.

"What do you say we get outta here?" She asked.

Sheva groaned as she crawled across the stone floor towards the destroyed control panels which were splintered across the bridge along with remnants of the now tattered bed frame. She had been thrown off the bed by the blast and now sensed that the tremors had shaken her entire ship to its core, the stasis chamber in shambles as her vessel's power supply began to dwindle, the warship slowly teetering back down towards the atmosphere. The holographic display fizzled on and off, Count Dooku's face flickering as his voice cut in and out, saying something about terms of surrender. She growled as she pulled herself along, her tentacles withering away and disappearing as her body began to revert back to its original form; her thick sexy thighs started to thin as her ass cheeks became less round and voluptuous, her 8-pack abs smoothing out as her waist shrunk. Her beautiful round breasts decreased in size as her velvet skin lost its color, the red tone fading to a pale chalk white. Her hair thinned and shrunk in length as her eyes changed from emerald green to the red and yellow colors of the Sith.

She dragged herself towards the lift until she was Force pulled back, sliding across the black granite floor to the now empty hearth; sitting beside it was Aayla, standing over her as she radiated terrifying power, her eyes drilling into her defeated host. The Twilek had her hands planted on her hips, her womanhood moistened with paste, her mighty legs spread apart in a powerful stance, her jugs firm and full; she had survived and overcome one of the most skilled Sith ever known, and that fire still burned in her the former Darth Dystra lay crumbled at her feet.

"Foolish Jedi," Dystra scowled, her deep feminine voice now joined by a second more masculine tone. "I could've pleasured you for centuries, giving you orgasms that would've lit fires in the loins of billions across the galaxy for ages to come! I would fulfill your every desire, every craving, every depraved lustful experimental thought that entered your mind! And yet you threw that all away, for some outdated sense of kinship and heroism."

"You're right." Aayla confessed sternly. "You would've given me all the sex I wanted, in every way, shape, or position I desired, and I have that promise up to protect the galaxy from another tyrant hellbent on subjugating the galaxy under their will; you would've stretched me, pumped me, grinded me, or pleasured me until I had destroyed every planet in the galaxy with my power."

"You would've loved it!"

"Perhaps, but I love my friends more; I love Shaak more, and you eradicated everything that makes this galaxy worth saving."

Dystra coughed as she began to sink to the floor. "And what's that?"

"The innocent people in it." Aayla confirmed as the Sith began to fade out of existence, her pale figure slipping in and out of reality.

"Stupid Jedi." She muttered. "At least I gave you the best night of your life."

"Call me Aayla," The Jedi commanded triumphantly. "And Shaak is way better."

With that final insult, Darth Dystra faded into nothingness.

Not wasting any time, Aayla rushed over to the hologram device, the display still flickering on and off as Count Dooku's face continued to fizzle in and out. The table on which the device sat was titled back off its foundation, which the savvy Twilek hurriedly fixed with her intuition, quick thinking, and skilled fingers, slipping it back into place and opening up a panel which exposed a mess of wires on the inside. Untangling them and making sure they were all properly attached, she stood back up and pressed the main controls on the dashboard; the Sith's face instantly rematerialized in front of her, his head looking down on her like she had on Sheva.

"A Jedi!" He marveled. "I didn't believe any who had succumbed to her will could ever break free, but it seems you have with quite a destructive effect."

"Cut the phyt, Count." Aayla cut him off. "I think we both know that I just saved you and your entire Seperatist Alliance a death sentence, so that means you owe me!"

"Oh, and why is that?" He challenged sternly. "All I see is the feats of a brave Jedi successfully toppling the schemes of a rogue Force wielder. I see no reason why I should give you leniency for something that was none of my concern."

"If you weren't worried, you wouldn't have come with an armada of ships." She countered angrily, the rumblings of a decaying ship echoing around her. "You knew what she could've done with a powerful Force wielder at her disposal; if anything you're lucky I was strong enough to turn my powers around on her or else she would've used them on you."

Dooku pondered this for a moment, her anxiety rising from her more sounds of cracking beneath her feet.

"I do admit that her plan did have potential to wreak havoc across the galaxy, on both sides of the Force." He reasoned. "Perhaps then I do owe you a… favor."

"Good, it looks like I'll be cashing that in now." Aayla demanded as her voice sounded more and more nervous. "I want you to lower the ship down to the surface with your tractor beam; they'll hold the ship together until we land. Once we're free, destroy the damn thing from orbit."

The Sith pondered her request, his brow furrowing as he stroked his bearded chin; after what seemed like forever, he conceded.

"I will lower you down to where your vessel took off," He informed. "And I will give you five minutes to get you and your Jedi friends out. You haven't a second to waste, Jedi."

And with that, his face fizzled out, the light from the planet's surface reflecting off the hulls of the ships hovering in the distance.

Running back to hole in the floor where the lift operated, Aayla jumped into the pillar of light that still hung in the air and began to float downwards. Taking one last look at the bridge, she reminisced over the last couple hours as the splinters of the bed which once stood in the center of the chamber lay sprawled over the now cracking floor; images of Sheva ferociously pummeling her into the mattress hung in her mind as if they event were still occurring, her body tingling with the after effects of the bonding, her breasts being enveloped by the Sith's larger jello cups, her stomach sliding up against the red woman's 8-pack abs as a mighty scarlet thigh pumped in between her legs. Her lips were still stained with the shampoo smell from her partner's hair as she nuzzled the titan grinding against her. She snapped out of it as she lowered further down, the room above her slowly falling apart as a massive chunk of ceiling fell down over the lift entrance.

As she levitated down the luminescent column, she had a moment to reflect on the past events that lead her here; meeting and falling in love with Shaak, spending what precious time she could with the Jedi, sneaking out of the temple at night for some sensual team building exercise in the back alleys of Coruscant, finally getting a crappy apartment only to blow it apart a couple weeks later. What had really kicked this whole adventure off was her relationship with the Togruta, from their first unofficial date on some backwater planet during a campaign, to sending each other risky texts and photos which would be later found by Mace Windu, to getting stranded on Meridian and having Shaak anxiously waiting for her return. Sleeping with Ventress and then covering that up by hooking up with Ahsoka and Anakin Skywalker, all coming to a head when she clashed with Kit Fisto, her original crush, one last time. If Mace Windu hadn't collected the evidence that he had and hadn't brought Aayla here, who knows what Sheva could've caused if she hadn't stopped it?

Although it was a long and hard journey to trek across, Aayla appreciated how it caused her to grow, not only as a Jedi, but in her love for her friends, especially Shaak and how much her lover would put up with all her faults and insecurities. She smiled to herself as she descended through the funnel, her lekku being pulled along above her as the weightlessness continued.

Finally lowering into the huge cathedral hall again, she looked down to see that it had started to decay like the rest of the ship; the large statues of Sheva had begun to fall apart, massive stone breasts and arms collapsed on the floor, crushing the smaller petrified figures throughout the floor. The entrance to the chamber in the distance glowed as the brightening light reflected from the planet's surface slowly grew brighter and brighter. All that quickly faded away as she looked down towards the main platform which housed the throne and nearly shrieked with delight as she saw Shaak running up to the light pillar, followed by a host of other nude Jedi. The second her feet had touched the ground, the two of them were crushing each other in an embrace, arms passionately wrapped around each other as they laughed joyfully at their reunion; Aayla could've stayed there forever as Shaak's warmth radiated through her wearied body. Careful not to start making out in the spot as to unsettle the other Jedi, the pulled back as Shaak slid her hands over the Twilek's hips as she winked at her.

"So we're finally free." She declared. "Now what?"

"I made a deal with Count Dooku." Aayla informed the small crowd. "As a token of his appreciation for dealing with the Sith in charge of this temple, he's lowering us to the surface and giving us five minutes to clear the area before he destroys what remains."

"Count Dooku cannot be trusted." Mace Windu moved through the congregation and stood before Aayla, not even attempting to cover his still standing erection. "I'd give us two minutes tops before he bombards the wreckage from orbit."

"I'd say he'd only give us one." Ahsoka chimed in from the back.

"No matter how long we have, we should get out of here as fast as possible." Aayla compromised. "We have a ship nearby that if we run to, we can make it and get off world before Dooku tries to find us."

"Sounds like as good a plan as any." Shaak agreed.

The group quickly descended the steps and began to scamper across the cavern floor as stalactites started to rain down from the ceiling.

Two massive Munificent class warships floated down through the air as they lowered Dystra's ship to the ground, the massive black obelisk hitting the dirt with a boom. Clouds of dust billowed out across the plains around the crash site as cracks appeared in the earth, etching across the landscape from the point of impact as the frame of the vessel began to collapse, its nose crumpling under the weight of gravity as one of the wings holding an engine started to fold and snap off. As it continued to slowly fall apart, the band of naked Jedi hastily exited the obelisk out of the entrance which Aayla had entered through and bolted for the nearby rolling hills, dodging falling debris and pointed rocks jutting out of the ground. Aayla and Shaak ran side by side with Mace taking the lead as the rest followed closely behind, Ahsoka at the end of the crowd ensuring no one was slowing down.

Reaching the crest of a nearby hill, Aayla halted and turned to look at the temple one last time as the rest passed by, Shaak stopping and joining her. The volcanic black hull was in pieces, massive sections of the starship pulling away from each other as the structural integrity of the vessel continued to decay; one of the turbines on the opposite side erupted in a massive fireball, flames exploding upwards around the side of the ship. As they watched, claps of thunder sounded overhead as a hailstorm of long red bolts shot through the air and pelted the ship, more concussive explosions rupturing the once terrifying machine into thousands of tiny parts, fiery coals raining down across the land.

"Well, I won't be missing that place." Shaak chuckled, giving Aayla a kiss on the cheek. "C'mon babe, we gotta go."

They continued running, catching up with the others as they neared the rusty star hopper that they arrived in. As they neared the gang plank, however, it closed on them as it rose into a locked position.

"Secura, this really isn't the time!" Mace scolded as he turned to face her.

"I don't have it!" She retorted. "It was in my pockets; it must be somewhere in the wreckage."

"Looking for something?!" A nasally voice called out from behind them, causing the team to whirl around.

There stood GD-7642, self applied yellow markings scrawled across its mechanical frame, as it held the small remote in one hand and a blaster in the other, aimed at the Jedi; behind it marched forth a massive regiment of Battle Droids, Super Battle Droids, hover tanks, and more, more than 2,000 strong. Scout bikes roared overhead as they threateningly passed close by, turning back around in the distance as the columns began to circle them. A squad of Vulture droids swooped down from above as their shadows passed over them as the tanks floated into attack positions, their cannons aimed right at them.

"You left it on the floor of Lok Durd's quarters! If only you were smart enough to realize you had lost it!" The robot taunted as Shaak looked confusingly at Aayla.

"What were you doing in there?" She whispered.

"Another time, Shaak." Aayla postponed quietly.

"You thought you could fool me with your innocent bystander act?" GD accused, its eyes locked on Aayla. "I trusted you, and you used me like… like-"

"A droid?" She finished the thought for it.

"Yes!" GD stamped his metal foot in frustration. "Look at me now! I've been granted a field promotion, and I've been promised a permanent command for acquisition of you Jedi dogs, so I guess I should thank you, Ms. Fisto, if that is your real name!"

The crowd of Jedi turned and looked at the Twilek quizzically, to which she could only sheepishly smile and shrug.

"Now, I finally get the advancement of a lifetime, and say goodbye to you foolish life forms!" GD declared as he raised his blaster, the other droids following his lead.

The group pulled out their sabers, light blades of many colors extending into the air as they buckled down for the fight of their lives.

Bee-beep be-beep

GD lowered its blaster and tapped the comm button on the side of its head.

"This is GD-7642." It stated.

"This is Count Dooku. Pull your forces back to base at once and prepare for immediate evacuation back to the fleet." A stern voice said back.

"But sir! You told me to apprehend the Jedi!" It whined, the other droids turning to look at their new commander, confused as to what to do.

"Forget the Jedi; there's a fleet of seven Republic ships entering orbit. Get your forces back to the ship immediately!" The line went dead as GD looked back at the Jedi, its expressionless face almost seeming disappointed.

"I called for help before I went under." Shaak informed Aayla as they still stood ready to fight.

It looked back up at the party which it had in the palm of its hand, disappointed that success was only a few feet away.

"All forces!" It sighed, defeated. "Report back to the landing craft and prepare for emergency take off! On the double!"

As the sea of droids started to quickly march back where they came, GD lowered its head towards the dirt, almost as if it were sad that its big moment lay squandered. Aayla walked up to it as if to comfort an old friend.

"Sorry GD." She apologized softly. "That you won't get your promotion, not that you don't get to kill us, or at least try."

"Eh, another moment will come." It shrugged, its long beak almost hitting her in the nose as it lifted its head, handing her the keys. "My field promotion lasts for another couple weeks, so hopefully I'll get some good use out of it! I'll see you around!"

"Honestly, GD," Aayla admitted. "For your sake, I really hope I don't."

And with that, the commander droid ran off to catch up with its friends.

One Week Later

Smack smack smack smack

Two stomachs thumped together as a pair of thick red thighs slid against blue ones, two sets of fingers interlocked as shaven womanhoods pressed against each other. A pair of lips split apart of gasp for air as another pair kissed down a blue neckline as large breasts pressed against one another, lust filled murmuring echoing through the disordered room which looked as if a tornado had come through and tossed two sets of clothes into the air. The two bodies writhed and slithered against one another lekku sprawled out across the pillows beneath their heads.

"Ohh Shaak!" Aayla moaned lustfully as she sunk into the soft white sheets which had yet to be torn apart as one of her hands played with the Togruta's white and green striped head tails.

"Mmm Aayla." Shaak whispered into her lover's ear as her ass swayed back and forth as she pumped her hot zone into the Twilek's.

The two had yet to reunite after the ordeals on Moroband; after arriving back at the temple, they had spent the week side by side in the hospital wing being poked, scanned, and interrogated both by Republic Intelligence and Jedi Archivists alike. Their beds were mere feet away from each other's, but it felt like miles as they were constantly under supervision and had to hold back from jumping into their partner's medbay and ripping their garments off and showing how much they missed each other.

Now they could, which they wasted no time in; the second the door to their apartment closed, they got right to stripping their clothes off and jumping right into their newly furnished bed, extra frame support and everything, the reinforced suspension definitely kicking in as the two occupants went at it.

"Oh Shaak!" Aayla laughed joyfully as she got rocked by the skilled Togruta, only for her smile to be replaced by an aroused frown as she got into the flow. "Oh Shaak."

She planted her hands above her head and held up tight as Shaak pumped faster and faster, their lower lips smushing together as moisture began to condense. Shaak buried her face into her lover's cheek as she grunted, her strength reaching its limits; with her lover's lustful moaning in her ears, she turned her red hips in a jackhammers and she pile-drives the Twilek into a frenzy, the duo nearly making the bed hop off the floor from their bouncing.

Suddenly, Shaak's legs gave way and she collapsed onto her partner, her body sinking into Aayla's like resting against a pillow, her face still cradled into her lover's neck. Aayla wrapped her arms around the Togruta and embraced her as they laid there for a while, feeling the red woman's heart nearly pound out of her chest. After a long eternity of silence, Aayla's concern grew.

"You okay?"

Shaak nuzzled her blue friend.

"Yeah… no… I don't know."

"You wanna talk about it?"

Shaak rolled off of her fellow Jedi and looked towards the ceiling.

"On the night I left, when you asked if that would be the last time you saw me, I didn't think there would actually be a chance of that happening." Shaak confessed as her eyes didn't waiver from the flowing circular patterns above them. "But then we were boarded by that Sith woman, and then the next thing I know, I'm trapped in some underground temple for her amusement. I didn't know if I was ever going to get out, if I was ever going to see you again." Tears began to condense on the corners of her eyes. "If you hadn't saved me, I would've been stuck in that fantasy forever, and you'd be all alone here-"

Aayla brushed a finger against her lips.

"The only thing that matters is that we're together now." Aayla soothed her as she nestled up close to the Jedi, massaging her weary red arms. "Whatever may happen, wherever we may be, just know that I love you, and I will always be there for you."

Shaak turned her head and looked into Aayla's eyes, liquid crystals sliding down her cheek.

"I love you, Aayla Secura."

"I love you, Shaak Ti."

And with that, they kissed once more as Aayla's hand was piloted by Shaak's down to her red snatch, to which the Twilek began to caress and soothingly brush against with her soft fingertips, eliciting moans from the Togruta.

"If I can confess something," Shaak paused. "I think trying to top a horny Sith Lord wore me out on the whole top situation I have in this relationship, at least for a little while."

"You wanna switch it up?" Aayla asked concernedly.

Shaak smiled soothingly as she rubbed her hand over Aayla's hip.

"Yeah."

Soon, Jedi Master Aayla Secura was living the dream as she embraced her true love in the bonding of a lifetime, freed from her troubles as the two lovers climaxed long into the night.

The end

Thank you for reading! This took longer than I had hoped but I'm glad I got it done. Thanks to those who followed and liked the story; leave a review if you liked it. I may write one or two more stories but definitely not as long as this one, this really was wearing me out by the end.

Thank you again!

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