A brief update!
I was originally going to write my full second chapter today, but other priorities have overtaken me, so I have set aside Anakin x Ashoka for now, instead to tide things over, I offer a shorter chapter 1.5

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His initiation ceremony was a brief matter, and it was not one with a bad turnout, almost every Jedi Master currently in the temple was in attendance, save for one unconscious Twi'lek left in the archives.

Everyone wanted to bear witness to Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One, the Padawan who would bring certain defeat for the Sith, bring the force into a perfect balance as was predicted for a thousand years, and in the times of war that they currently lived, no one had time for an extended trial.

Before the day was over, Anakin had found himself alone in his dormitory of the Jedi temple, a brand new room all to himself, finally away from the Padawan branch, donning himself a new set of blackened robes, signifying his ascent to the fabled rank of 'Knight'.

'I need to celebrate.'

His hand fished into his smooth new garments as he slowly procured his Sith Holocron, his soon to be a favourite toy, and with his new rank, private quarters and own personal terminal, he could finally finish his research on the artefact, unabated by alarms or the all too vulnerable Master Secura.

His thoughts fell upon the Twi'lek once again, remembering in vivid detail the acts he had performed upon her, her lips, her body, her mind. All of it was his thanks to this Holocron.

His thoughts would have continued if it weren't for a sudden and intrusive tapping on the door, the sound segwaying into his perfect memory.

"What?!" He yelled out, turning to the door as he briefly shook his head, snapping himself from his agitated state. "I mean uh... come in!" He pocketed the Holocron back within his robes, still clutching it tightly.

The door rose, revealing behind it an all too familiar tall blue-eyed doe, the only Jedi Anakin knew of that was just as stubborn and aggressive as himself, the Blonde bombshell Siri Tachi.

"I heard they're giving out free Jedi Knight ranks now if you can count to 10." She offered a playful smirk, folding her arms across her chest, wandering inside, glancing around Anakin's new quarters.

"You're lucky you passed the mark while you only had to count to 5." Anakin had released the Holocron, unwilling to test just how severely he could alter one's perception with a simple conversation, lest he'd reduce her to a simpleton who genuinely believed every word he spoke.

"Obi-Wan seemed quite pleased, though I suppose it's not so much pleased as a relief." She leant up against the frame of the door.

"Relief? How do you mean?" The former Padawan glanced around his own room, moving to sit at the end of his bed, beckoning Siri further inside.

"Well, he loved Jinn... and Jinn was a man who had his own way of doing things, much to the council's dismay, they couldn't deny just how accurate his insight and methods were over the years. Before he died, he wanted nothing more than to make you a Knight."

She wandered inside, inspecting his quarters, however, it was currently just bare furniture, very little inside that wasn't in every other Knights room, even her own.

"Obi-Wan told me that just before he passed away, that he promised Qui-Gon, he would complete your training, you would become a Jedi under his tutelage..." She turned her focus back to Anakin, offering a warm smile "...now that training is complete, surely a weight from Kenobi's back, he kept his promise."

Anakin nodded slowly, his hand slipping into his robes once again, lightly stroking over the Holocron that lay dormant, hidden, whispering ever still to it's new Master, to be used again.

"Siri. y-" Anakin begun, cut off by his door springing open once more, this time without warning.

"Skywalker!" Came the call from the new intruder, an all too familiar lady of blue, Aayla Secura, a face of fury plastered upon her as she stormed into the room, thankfully more dressed this time.

"You had better explain w-" she began, cutting herself off as she came face to face with Siri, glancing between her and Anakin, the latter of whom had the colour draining from his face at the sudden intrusion.

"Siri... what are you doing here?" Her tone calmed significantly, a face of fury still upon her as her eyes darted between the two Knights.

"I- I came to congratulate Skywalker on passing his trials... why are you here?" The Blonde pushed herself up from Anakin's desk, curiously glancing between the Rutian and Human before her.

"He r-..." She began, falling silent as she turned her gaze to rest upon Anakin, and through gritted teeth spoke. "...ran off while we had a disagreement." unwilling to divulge the details on what truly transpired.

"We'll discuss this later Master Secura, for now, keep it to yourself." He spoke, eyes fixated on the Twi'lek, his hand fixated on the Holocron as he subjected her to the control of it, receiving no reply she merely turned from the room.

"Sounds rough... I won't ask." Siri broke the silence between them, starting to approach. "Now, a celebration for your new title... what do we think?"

His hand fidgeted with the Sith Artifact, still concealed within his robes, as his eyes drifted from hers, running along with her figure instead, a glance that was not unnoticed.

"Last time we had a 'celebration' was after Naboo." He smirked, releasing the Holocron, this time having no need of it.

"It's a special occasion, besides you've put in some hard work for your position... it's only fair you get to relax." Her smile turned to a mischievous grin, a hand slithered up along her chest, taking a firm hold on the zip of her leather tunic, pulling it down and tossing away her robes, leaving a line of her clothing, strewn upon the floor as she approached his bed, hands upon her hips now wearing nothing but her panties.

She said no words, instead of pushing against him, laying him back against the bed as she fell to her knees, working at his robes, undressing him in a most vigorous and famished method. Pulling his own pants down around his ankles, she freed his already growing manhood, taking it in one hand she quickly wrapped her lips around the growing meat, silently bobbing her head against him.

Total bliss. Or at least that's what Anakin should have been feeling, the beauty that was servicing him was something surely to focus on, her mild sputters, her wriggling tongue coiling itself around his rod, her silky soft hands fondling his balls as she gagged against him. All he could think was...

'It seems the effects wear off the victims...'

Aayla knew what they had done, what he had done to her, she was commanded to enjoy, and to keep it to herself, she certainly performed the last of those orders, but for her own preservation, not his.

Her face and tone certainly conveyed she was not happy, not satisfied with what had transpired, repercussions were to come, to avoid them he would have to act and act fast, but first. Siri.

He lifted his head, glancing down along his chest, watching the Blonde continue to engulf his cock deep within her throat, his experience was shallow but so far every Jedi he ever lay with knew how to suck a man off, perhaps a secret lesson, attained only to the beauty of the order, or perhaps being near the Holocron makes you a deviant.

She pulled her head free, lips parting from his shaft with a small 'pop' as she lowered herself to her knees, leaning across his lap, she wrapped his 8 inches in her breasts, sandwiching them around him as she began to bounce her ripe, white bust atop his lap, craning her neck down as she engulfed his tip, still suckling his leaking arousal.

"Anakin, we-" A voice came from the door as it sprung open, Obi-Wan standing motionless in the frame as he fell silent, watching his former Padawan and fellow Knight engaged in their lustful acts. "-are deploying to Christophsis... I covered for you with Senator Amidala, if someone finds you like this, I will not cover for you again."

Siri let out a light giggle as she continued, even while Kenobi was watching them both, tits slapping down against his hips as her head continued bobbing with them, then, in fact, lifting her hips slowly from the floor as she wiggled her rear towards the master in the doorway.

Obi-Wan stared in silence towards Anakin, his self-control failing for a few seconds as his eyes drifted towards the young woman before shaking his head free of such thoughts. "Finish up here then prepare to leave, and Siri. Meet me later in my quarters, we need to discuss some... items." He clears his throat then, turning out from the door, locking it shut behind him.

Her lips broke free from Skywalkers rod as she tilted her head up to him, still engulfing his meat within her breasts as she asked.

"So, what does he mean about Senator Amidala?"

"My wife."

"Wife?! Does she know about this?" She grins, lowering her head once again, pulling her chest away, impaling herself on the Jedi's thick, slick lightsaber taking him deep into her throat as she continues slapping her face into his hips, tongue slipping out between her lips and tickling at his balls, an impressive feat and enough to drive him over the edge, as he unleashed a torrent of his hot, creamy mess directly into her throat, pouring down into her stomach as she finally came to a halt.

Taking a few seconds to recover, Anakin lowers his head back against the bed, raising a hand to grab a handful of her blonde locks, pulling her up from his soaking shaft and pushing her aside as he climbed to his feet, redressing himself.

"She doesn't know about us, nor will you mention a word of it to her..." He turns, pointing a threatening finger at the nude Knight, a few dribbles of his cum pouring down the edges of her lips, still plastered in a wide grin.

"Then you best learn to lock your door." She responded, gathering up her clothing and redressing herself. "Now I have a meeting with Kenobi... try not getting killed on Christophsis, when you're back I'm wanting you to repay the favour."