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Vacation

"Well, They're off for another supply drop," Ahsoka said.

"Good," Damian said. "Hopefully they take a few days."

"Agreed," Ahsoka smiled. "I hear your three newest girlfriends are all settling in nicely."

"Oh, I knew you weren't going to let it drop that easily," Damian said.

"You left me behind to play pirate with Hondo, then brought back three super sexy, young, sluts, all three of whom would have fucked you just for you asking. No, I'm not letting it drop any time soon."

"Mhm, young, right," Damian smirked, walking toward her. "Because you're so old." he pressed her against the wall of their room, kissing her, Ahsoka kissing him back instantly. "Well, regardless of how the three of them feel, do you know who it is that's actually able to fuck me?"

Ahsoka stepped away from the wall, flipping their positions and nipping his lip. "No one but me. I'm not sharing you."

Damian smiled, allowing Ahsoka to take the lead this time. However, after a few minutes, she pulled back, sighing.

"What's wrong?" Damian asked.

"I've made up my mind," Ahsoka said, blushing slightly. "I want to...give it a try. I want to go to Zeltros with you."

"Are you sure?" Damian asked. "You realize that will result in a fairly high chance of you having to be willing to share me at least a little, right?"

Ahsoka nodded. "I know. I'm not sure if I'll be able to, but I want to try."

"Are you doing this for me, or for you?" Damian asked.

"For us," Ahsoka said. "I know you would enjoy it, and I think I might too, if I can get past the fact that I'd be sharing you."

"Not fully," Damian said. "Physically, maybe, for one night. But in the end, I'll always be coming back to you, and my heart will always belong to you. if it didn't, I never would have given up my old life for you, or married you, or had a daughter with you. I am yours, Ahsoka. You never need to be afraid of me choosing someone else."

Ahsoka smiled and nodded, kissing him lightly. "If I decide I don't want to share you, do you think they'll let me?"

"If you decide you want me all to yourself, I'm yours," Damian said. "No matter what they think."

Ahsoka smiled and nodded. "Alright. Then let's go. We won't be able to stay long, for obvious reasons, but I want to get this over with before I can stop and think about it."

Damian chuckled and nodded. "Alright. Let's go."

They both packed several changes of clothes, then told Barriss they were leaving, and why. Riyo agreed to look after Alina for them and they left, letting Sato know they'd be back in a couple days at most. Then, they boarded the Wraith and were off. Damian glanced at Ahsoka, and she met his gaze, smiling.

"Any preference on who we choose?" Damian asked.

"No males," Ahsoka said. "I know you don't swing that way, and I'm not about to sleep with any guy who's not you. A girl is one thing, but another guy is different, though I'm not sure why. Anyway, for girls...we'll see. It depends on who's there, I suppose. no one who's going to try to steal you. And no finishing inside of them."

"I won't," Damian promised.

Ahsoka nodded. "We're really about to do this, aren't we?"

"We can always turn around and leave," Damian said. "Just say the word."

Ahsoka nodded, smiling. "I think I'll be alright."

Damian nodded. "You call the shots. I'll do whatever you tell me to."

Ahsoka nodded and slipped her hand into his. "When Barriss inevitably asks to join in, we are definitely not agreeing."

Damian chuckled. "You know she's not going to take no for an answer after this."

Ahsoka sighed. "I know. Let's just focus on the here and now."

Damian nodded, giving her hand a light squeeze before taking his hand back just as they reached Zeltros. Damian piloted the Wraith to the planet's surface and headed to the place Ahsoka would be most likely to enjoy herself if she was going to. It was a club that was supposed to be exclusively female, built and operated for lesbians. However, The last time Damian was on Zeltros, he had had a chance meeting, and subsequent three day long affair, with the Zeltron owner of the club, Shiala. Ever since, he'd had a standing invitation to visit the club any time he wanted. And for the remainder of his time on Zeltros, about a week total, he had. However, that had been a long time ago, and he wasn't sure if Shiala even owned the club anymore.

"Where are we?" Ahsoka asked as Damian landed the Wraith on the roof of the club, using the private landing pad that belonged exclusively to Shiala, but that she had given him permission to use along with the club.

"You said no males, so I decided it'd be easiest to try this at a club that's exclusive to lesbians, which I happen to have a standing invitation to thanks to some dealings I had in my past," Damian explained. "No males around for you to deny, and female Zeltrons tend to be able to read people's emotions easier and figure out what to do to keep them happy. So, if you're going to be able to enjoy yourself anywhere, it'd probably be here."

Ahsoka nodded just as the door opened and several Zeltron women walked out in battle gear, Shiala walking out just after them. However, as soon as Shiala saw the ship, she smiled, ordering the other women to stand down. Damian and Ahsoka walked off the ship, leaving their lightsabers behind, Damian keeping his blaster and Ahsoka taking one of the spares Shaeeah kept on the ship. Shiala ran forward, throwing her arms around Damian excitedly.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're back!" Shiala smiled. "And you look so handsome now! younger than I expected, given how long it's been, though."

"A lot's happened," Damian said, extracting himself from her arms, slipping his hand into Ahsoka's.

"Are you still working for Hondo?" Shiala asked. "And who is your lovely friend?"

"I left that life behind," Damian said. "To be with her." He gave Ahsoka's hand a light squeeze, glancing at her. "This is my wife, Ahsoka."

"Your wife?" Shiala asked. "Aw, that's too bad. I was hoping you came back to help me run this club. Oh well, it's wonderful to see you still."

"Thank you," Damian smiled.

"So, what brings you all the way back here after so long?" Shiala asked as she sent her guards back inside. "Vacation?"

"Sort of," Damian said. "Ahsoka wanted to try...experimenting together. Specifically with including another girl. So I figured the best place to give it a try would be here."

Shiala smiled seductively. "Anyone in particular in mind?"

"That's up to Ahsoka," Damian said. "I don't really need this. I'm happy just having her. Since she's the one who wants to try it, it's her choice who we include."

Shiala nodded. "Have you ever been with a girl before?"

Ahsoka shook her head.

"Alright, then, if you would like, I have the perfect girl for you," Shiala said.

Ahsoka hesitated before nodding. Shiala smiled and led them inside and to a private room that was usually only used by the highest paying customers, or Shiala herself, and only rarely used in either case, since privacy during sex tended to be optional on Zeltros. As they waited, Damian glanced at Ahsoka.

"Are you sure?" Damian asked. "We can still leave."

Ahsoka shook her head. "I want to try. I've always been...kind of curious, so I want to try it at least this once."

"Alright," Damian nodded. "Can I have a kiss then?"

Ahsoka smiled and kissed him. Damian smiled, gently tugging her, pulling her over onto his lap so that they didn't have to reach for each other, and Ahsoka sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck, his own hands resting on the small of her back. After a moment, the door opened and they separated, looking over at the door to see a beautiful Twi'lek with a petite frame similar to Ahsoka's own, light pink skin, dark pink, swirling, tattoo-like markings near the base of her lekku, then again about halfway down, a thick band of dark pink around each upper bicep, more spirals on her hips and upper inner thighs, and the only clothing she wore was a belt made of gold rings with a thin, partially see-through, white cloth hanging in the front and back for just barely long enough to cover her nethers and her ass. Her breasts were covered by her lekku.

The Twi'lek smiled, walking toward them, hips swaying sensually as she walked. "I was a little worried when Shiala said I'd be helping a straight couple to expand their horizons, since I came to this club to get away from men, but from the amount of love I can feel between the two of you, I'm honored to be allowed to join you for tonight."

"You're half Zeltron?" Damian asked.

"I am," the Twi'lek nodded. "My name is Shia."

"My name is Damian, and this is my wife Ahsoka," Damian said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ahsoka," Shia smiled. "You don't have to be nervous. You have to relax, or else you won't be able to enjoy yourself. You have to accept that I'm not here to steal Damian from you. I'm simply here to help you both feel as good as you can. If you would like, I can help you calm down."

"How?" Ahsoka asked.

"I can project my feelings onto you," Shia said. "It'll help relax you."

Ahsoka thought for a moment before nodding. "Okay. I'm willing to try it."

Shia smiled and nodded, reaching out and cupping Ahsoka's cheeks. "Just relax. Let me guide you."

Ahsoka nodded slowly and Shia leaned forward, touching her lips to Ahsoka's gently. After a second, she pulled back and Ahsoka hesitated, then followed. Damian watched in silence as the two women kissed, their tongues slipping out to dance together after several seconds. Ahsoka seemed to be enjoying herself, both evidenced by her breathing beginning to quicken, and by her small noises of approval as Shia's hands began to explore her body. However, even as Ahsoka willingly shed her clothing, and explored Shia's body in response to feeling Shia's likely extremely soft hands exploring her newly exposed flesh, Damian could sense Ahsoka's conflicted feelings, and her hesitation. Shia did too, because after several minutes of this, she lay back, bringing Ahsoka with her, then using sliding her hand down to remove her own belt then massage Ahsoka's firm rear as a cover to motion for Damian to strip and join them, specifically to help her calm Ahsoka.

Damian slipped out of his clothes in seconds, making sure to keep his blaster within reach out of habit as much as knowing that Imperials and bounty hunters did occasionally visit the galaxy's most famous party planet. Damian knelt behind both women and leaned forward, beginning to place light kisses along Ahsoka's neck. She whimpered, one hand reaching back to fist in the back of his hair, and her hips began to rock, her ass rubbing against his erection as her clit slid against Shia's both of their pussies glistening with arousal. Damian felt Ahsoka's trepidation and guilt starting to fade as he continued, slipping his hands between the two of them to massage Ahsoka's breasts. Ahsoka moaned into Shia's mouth, grinding against their temporary companion a bit harder, and Shia moaned as well, reciprocating.

Finally, Damian felt Ahsoka raise her hips slightly as she pulled away, turning her head to kiss him. He kissed her back instantly, willing her to feel his love for her through the kiss just as Shia's hand wrapped around his member, lining him up with Ahsoka's entrance. He pushed forward slowly, sliding into Ahsoka at a leisurely pace, filling her and pulling a low moan from her lips. Ahsoka rocked back against him almost as soon as he was inside of her fully and he settled into a slow rhythm, taking his time and making sure Ahsoka was able to get plenty worked up and sensitive. After a few moments, Ahsoka lifted up against him and he sat up. Ahsoka gently guided him onto his back, beginning to ride him, facing away as Shia sat up and kissed Ahsoka, who began to kiss her back hungrily, her lust beginning to take hold of her. As they kissed, Shia slid her hand own to toy with Ahsoka's clit, making her moan loudly, beginning to speed up, her own hand slipping down to rub Shia's slit and slip two fingers into her. Shia moaned, rolling her hips against Ahsoka's hand in time with her fingers' movement, and Ahsoka sped her fingers up along with her own bouncing, matching their paces.

Damian felt himself starting to slip as he enjoyed the show. He fought to hold himself back, wanting to last as long as he could for Ahsoka. However, Ahsoka's inner walls began to tremble around him as she also grew closer to her orgasm. Her breathing was ragged and hoarse, and she had to pull back from her kiss with Shia to breathe, only barely able to catch her breath as she moaned and cried out in pleasure each time Damian filled her. Shia's own moans mixed with Ahsoka's as the Twi'lek massaged her own breasts to get as much pleasure as she could. Then, just as Damian felt himself snap, Ahsoka suddenly bucked, crying out in pleasure and spasming atop him, her insides clenching and milking him as he flooded her with his semen. Shia continued to rub Ahsoka's clit in quick motions, her fingers practically a blur, and managed to extend Ahsoka's orgasm by nearly half a minute before Ahsoka finally couldn't take it and pulled Shia's hand away, her body jerking and twitching as she continued to spasm around Damian's still-hard member.

Finally, Ahsoka managed to settle from her orgasm and lifted up off of Damian, laying beside him and kissing him slowly, tenderly. After a few seconds, she pulled away and beckoned Shia over. Shia smiled and nodded, mounting Damian and lowering herself onto his erection, moaning, Damian groaning and pushing up into her instinctively, his member still being overly-sensitive from his own climax. Ahsoka kissed him again as Shia began to ride his member. However, Damian sat up, pushing Shia onto her back so that he could take control, and pull out when he needed to. Shia nodded, allowing him to take the lead and Ahsoka reached down, rubbing Shia's clit between them as Damian thrust into her. Shia reached over, beginning to repay Ahsoka for her efforts to make Shia feel good before, her thumb skillfully working Ahsoka's clit and her middle and ring fingers plunging into her tunnel rapidly. Ahsoka moaned loudly, leaning back on her knees and spreading her legs to give Shia better access, her own fingers continuing to tease Shia's clit for her. Shia began to breathe heavily, her face beginning to contort in strain as she neared her own orgasm. She reached up, tugging on the back of Damian's neck and he leaned down obediently, kissing her. However, almost as soon as he did, she pushed him away, gasping harshly. Damian blinked in surprise.

"Kiss her," Shia gasped out, tilting her head toward Ahsoka, having taken her hand back from Ahsoka's body.

Damian glanced at Ahsoka, seeing the confliction and jealousy in Ahsoka's eyes and pulled out of Shia, turning to Ahsoka and gently pulling her into a kiss, allowing his passion and love, and everything he felt for Ahsoka to flood the kiss, allowing Ahsoka to feel it by connecting their emotions with the Force, similar to the way Zeltrons were able to naturally read and project emotions. Ahsoka sighed shakily, returning the kiss, her jealousy fading and regret beginning to fill her.

"I'm sorry," Ahsoka sniffed, wiping her eyes as they watered. "I can't. I can't do it. I'm sorry."

Damian kissed her again, pulling back after a second. "It's alright. I told you, this was always your choice."

Ahsoka nodded. "Can we go? I need to go."

"Of course," Damian smiled. "Get dressed and we'll leave."

Ahsoka nodded and began to get dressed. Damian turned to Shia, who already had her belt back on.

"I'm sorry," Damian said.

"It's alright," Shia smiled. "I was here to help you for as long as you'd have me. Don't feel bad. Thank you for allowing me to join you. I wish you two a lifetime of happiness."

Damian nodded, quickly pulling his clothes back on, finishing just as the door opened and another Zeltron ran in, looking panicked. She was about Damian's height with light pink skin, dark blue hair, brown irises, and several tattoos exposed over her body thanks to her very revealing outfit. All of her tattoos were a dark pink, the same shade of red as the designs on Shia's lekku. She had tribal-looking flame designs reaching from her gold ankle bands up to mid-thigh on the outside, covering the insides up until her knees, a swirling tribal tattoo sleeve on her left arm from shoulder to wrist where the tattoo disappeared under her gold bracer, another sleeve on her right arm that was a solid mass on her upper arm, then sweeping lines, kind of like a feather design starting from just above her elbow down to that arm's bracer, and what looked like a coiled dragon along the left side of her torso from the waistband of her panties, up to her left breast, a little of the tattoo peeking out from her top above her breast. Her top consisted of a cloth over each breast diagonally, crossing in an "X" over her collarbones and wrapping around behind her neck and the middle of her back, a thick cloth choker hugged her neck, and her lower body, aside from her ankle bands, was covered by a pair of bright green panties with a cloth handing in front of them to her knees, a leather belt over them, higher on the left side, with a small pouch on her right hip, a seemingly decorative copper belt over that, and then a thick leather belt over both, hanging with the right side lower but situated to wrap between the other two belts.

"Shia, we have to go!" the Zeltron woman said urgently, Shia instantly jumping up.

"What's wrong, Zera?" Shia asked.

"Inquisitors are here!" Zera said, voice trembling.

"Dammit, how'd they find us?" Damian asked, drawing his blaster.

"You?" Zera asked, before her and Shia's eyes both widened in realization. "You're Jedi!?"

"Yeah," Damian said. "Wait, if you didn't know..."

He and Ahsoka glanced at one another, then back at Zera and Shia.

"I'm a Jedi," Zera said. "Or, well, a Force user. A Jedi rescued me from Imperials, but died. When the Imperials almost caught me again, I was so afraid that I accidentally used the force and caused a building to collapse on us all. I would have died too, if Shia hadn't found me. So I took the Jedi's lightsaber and we ran, then I sort of, trained myself to use the Force and the lightsaber."

Damian nodded. "You'll have to leave the planet."

"We know," Shia said. "We've been preparing for this. We have a shuttle ready to take us."

"We can take you," Ahsoka said. "Our ship's on the roof and has advanced cloaking tech. We'll be able to escape without any problems."

Shia and Zera glanced at each other.

"Are you sure?" Zera asked.

"I'm sure," Ahsoka nodded. "Rescuing people from the Empire is what we do. We're rebels. Besides, we can't allow a Jedi to be killed."

Both women nodded and Damian activated his commlink.

"R3, are you there?" Damian asked.

R3 beeped frantically at him.

"Dammit," Damian swore.

"What?" Zera asked.

"Three Inquisitor ships have landed on the roof," Damian said. "Our ship had to take off to avoid them. It's got our lightsabers on it."

"Our shuttle's on a landing pad three blocks from the club," Shia said. "Can we make it that far?"

"We'll have to," Damian said. "Do you have the lightsaber on you?"

Zera pulled a lightsaber hilt out of her pouch. It had a brown leather grip, a flat emitter lense with a bell-shaped projector assembly below it, and a thin section between the projector and the hilt itself.

Damian nodded. "Can you use it well? Or are you better at shooting?"

"I can use it well enough," Zera said. "But I'm a terrible shot."

Damian nodded. "Then keep the blade deactivated unless you need it, but keep it in your hand. try to keep yourself calm and act natural. The moment someone senses your fear, it'll spread through every Zeltron hear and act like a beacon for the Inquisitors."

Zera nodded, taking a moment to calm herself, slipping her free hand into Shia's. "I'm ready."

Damian nodded and opened the door. Then, he headed out, taking the lead as they began to quickly work their way through the club, praying they managed to get away without a fight.

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