"... Didn't Shassium say also, that all beings are divided by the Force and it would take at least one being to whom one can fully open and surrender to tear down that barrier?" The Jedi Master tore him from his thoughts, when he was about to open the door to his bedroom. Surprised by this question of the Togruta he swung back around to face her. Could it be that the Force did hear his silent prayers since yesterday afternoon?
"I'm afraid this question a Jedi is not allowed to ask. Even I as a businessman cannot confide in penalty of my downfall to anyone anything I know or wish. There are plenty of people just waiting for such a weakness," he replied seriously.
"I myself haven't found such a being yet, but I know that there is such a thing as soul mates plus physical attraction. If I project it roughly, I might come to fifty thousand beings in the galaxy. This is something little, huh, Magister Damask?" She calculated the possibilities.
"You think almost like a Muun, Master Jedi," Damask said with a smile, clearly perceptible for her now behind his respiratory mask.
"I believe that one should have loved at least once in a lifetime someone to reach his or her full potential. How do you think about that?" She asked him now directly, catching his serious look in the green eyes.
She noticed his inner hesitation before his reply. Now Hego Damask suddenly looked just as thoughtful and anxious as Master Yoda, while being confronted with a tricky problem. Stop! Had she just sensed something yellow flashed in his eyes? No, that was definitely only the reflection of the ceiling lighting.
"Theoretically you are correct with your bold thesis Master Jedi," he said, his words pondering. "There are three kinds of power. The Pneuma, the power of gravity, the physical power. Secondly the Aperion, the power of thoughts and emotions - in short, of the mind. And then there is the Anima, the power of generating life, which is accompanied by certain impulses and instincts. But to control all three types of power uniformly to use it altogether in harmony, only very few beings in the galaxy is possibly granted, …"
he stopped for a dramatic pause,
"... and certainly not a Jedi," he finished his sentence with some severity, which was exacerbated by the metallic sounding of his voice through the transpiratory mask.
Shaak Ti saw Hego Damask's tall slender figure, standing immobile at these words in the doorway. Something about his words provoked her.
"I'm not speaking about entering a long-term relationship with someone. But only for once, so that you at least may know what others talk and write about. That one has experienced at least this once, how it feels, to love absolutely and to be loved. Just this once! And then you go back to your usual way of life, consuming from that experience a life long, not being plagued constantly by the feeling of having missed something anymore," she heard herself saying.
Had she, the honorable Jedi Master Shaak Ti, just confessed to the businessman Hego Damask to believe that she had been missing something in her elite life as a Jedi?
"You mean a temporary materially tangible love that can be switched on and off again, depending on need and propriety? This is a very rational approach that will probably never reached by many beings in their imprisonment in a low existence," he said approvingly.
"So you agree with me?" the Jedi asked, while the compliment was running down as smooth as oil.
"I guess, such a question another Jedi who entertains similar thoughts and feelings, could answer much better than someone like me," the Sith Lord said pointedly modest.
"Another Jedi ?! Who is crossing my road all the time, talking about it with others, and perhaps could report to the Council? Never!" She blocked this possibility calm and decided.
"And on Shili? Since you're still often there?" He inquired.
"Surely not with someone of my own species!" She replied indignantly. "I would always be the better, because I am a Jedi, and he is not. Something that gives birth to jealousy, at least with men in our culture it is that way. And then he would demand also favors because I come from Shili as he does. This is again the pack thought of our earlier predator species. A bond would develop - precisely because of the same species and the same culture. I can not allow such in my loyalty and fidelity to my order," she said again with that stoicism which he so admired in her.
"But who then?" He asked.
"Someone, who is confident and attractive enough, but otherwise quite far away from my life. Someone, who is discreet and secretive because he expects the other one to be the same ... Someone like you!" She held spontaneously a hand over her rosy mouth after this confession, while her violet eyes glared at him.
Had she really just made Hego Damask an improper suggestion? Was in the alcohol-free wine still some residual alcohol? She had eventually read that even ordinary fruit juice would harbor a remnant alcohol content of about 0.5 percent. One may only drink enough of it ...
"Well, for that matter, so I'm just an old Muun who wouldn't know about that," he replied with fatalism in view.
"But you are... not more than fifty standard years old. At least in your annual classification. I thought that at your age life is just starting, isn't it? "The puzzled Togruta returned.
"You flatter me, Master Jedi. But with this mask and other related things I can not enjoy live as I did before."
"But the mask is still in front of your face. Not elsewhere more down," Shaak Ti replied with a reassuring smile. "And anyway ... The natural beauty is like the uniform pattern of handwriting, which runs through the whole of a being. And even if there should occur a deviation from this pattern subsequently, intelligent beings always will see and recognize the beauty which will never fade away," she closed her reply.
Hego Damask looked down at himself. He usually stood above comments like that from other people. But these more than flattering words, spoken by a very beautiful woman in front of him, invited to surrender. At least it should feel for Shaak Ti like that.
"Is that really your wish? Here and now?" He asked her, his eyes slightly lowered.
"If you had phrased that any differently, I would have denied out of hand. But … I want it. Here and now. With you," she replied softly, her gaze clear and steady when his eyes met hers again.
He closed the distance between them, took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom. Shaak Ti saw a big wide bed covered with a dark green blanket. Above the bed a high canopy was stretched. He sat down on the bad and said gently:
"Then you may take off my clothes now. And then I will take off yours."
She sat on the bed next to him to take off his head the ornamented cap, which identified him as a member of the Banking Clan. She saw that his head was bald under that cap - as with all Muuns. Her slender nimble fingers opened the brooch upon his chest, holding together his black cape with the audited shoulder pads. Then she opened the row of clasps of his long dark green tunic he wore over his undershirt and the tight-fitting black trousers.
Patiently and with sensitivity, she opened his tightly around the slim neck closing collar, then the cuffs, which were held together with aurodium buttons. After pulling the tunic over his head, she pulled off his black undershirt to see now a metal plate, which encircled his chest and the control box, which guaranteed the functions of his breathing mask. But beneath his armored chest she perceived a significantly pronounced six-pack of muscles, over which she slipped her fingers. Hego Damasks alabaster skin was soft and velvety. He neither had wrinkles on the face nor at the body. She wondered how old he actually might be. Then she started to work on the buttons and the zipper of his pants.
He got up to take off his pants and his boots by himself. After he had done that he told her to stand up from the bed as well. He went behind her. Shaak Ti felt his long rangy hands with the at Muuns overlong index and middle fingers at once completely enclosed around her narrow waist. She shivered pleasantly at this dominance gesture. Then he told her to lay down on the bed. His slender hands solved the broad band of her girdle made of the finest Corellian leather to place it carefully on a chair next to the bed. The lightsaber of the Jedi was still clipped to it. He just disarmed a Jedi! Just like that. Like defoliating a flower, he parted one by one the three layers of her brown, with subtle patterns adorned Jedi costume and put it accurately folded on the same chair. He took off her underpants.
Now the beautiful Togruta, laying before him in all her red-white-blue splendor, was his. His fingers traced in gentle movements on the white stripes of her body tattoos, caressed her shapely breasts, her circular also white tattooed highlighted cheeks. He stroked the two raised white-blue Montrals upon her head, which made the height of the Togruta almost the same like his. They were hard, but covered with a kind of fluff. While her two long also blue and white striped side-lekkus felt soft and warm. He took her right Lekku and fondled his cheek with it. The Lekku was covered with exactly the same fine fluff as her two Montrals on the head.
During the touches of Hego Damask, Shaak Ti glanced at the ceiling of the deep black canopy, which was stretched over the comfortable long, wide, almost square bed. At this deep black blanket small crystals were attached, which were arranged in a very specific form. Spiral arms went counterclockwise from a central pile of many closely packed crystals.
"So it looks like, when we call up a holo-image of the Galaxy in the cartographic room in the Jedi Temple in order to prepare a mission," she said with a smile transfigured.
"I, too, at this location occasionally prepare myself mentally before business missions. All these crystals I brought from my home planet Mygeeto" replied Hego Damask and could not help a smile behind his mask at her thoughts about the temple. She was so honest with him. She simply told him what she just had thought. He kept pensively her Lekku in his left hand to pat it with his right hand.
Suddenly he felt that something became long and hard more downwards. He groaned softly. He let go of her Lekku and his fingers touched her sensitive flesh. Shaak Ti had already become very wet. The time has come! He sat on her and sunk inside between her inviting thighs. Something tore in front of his penis. At that moment he realized that Shaak Ti had just given him her virginity. Slowly and with growing excitement, he began to move on and inside her while she held with her red hands his alabaster hands, with which he propped up on the bed straddling her.
Shaak Tis body was trembling gently, when with Hego Damask for the first time a man had gone into her. With each thrust she felt how she widened down more and more. She looked into his long face with the blissful half-closed green eyes and the bottom half of his face, which was covered by the transpiratory mask. She had to admit that she found it exciting that he wore this mask - especially now. This mask would help her to maintain a distance that would be important later to deal better with the feelings just being awakened in her. After a while she felt that Hego Damask's hand did massage slightly the nub at the beginning of her opening. As a healer she knew namely about the existence of these neuralgic spots of a woman. But she would never have had the idea to put hands on herself in this issue. And now it was a sheer sensation, when the hands of a man chosen by herself, did touch these points. Just like that she had always dreamed of. So it had to be!
With each thrust and every touch of Hego Damask Shaak Ti became hotter and more excited. She felt all her juices and energies flowing into their midst now. She closed her enraptured eyes and fell into a pleasant trance that already ... took at least half a standard hour? But it did not seem as if her playmate would be in a hurry. Slowly but steadily faster and faster, his loins did their work, while she perceived his slim toned figure above her only dimly in her ever more sprawling limbo about herself.
After a time seeming stretched indefinitely, she felt the tension in and around her center becoming unbearable. Unbearably sweet and hard.
Hego Damask knew that the moment of absolute truth was close. The waves of Shaak Ti's force-powers flooded increasingly against him. And there were no clear sublime, almost crystalline power lines anymore, as he had perceived from the Jedi to be her usual power presence before entering his bedroom. Now her force-waves did become increasingly harsh, unfocused, darker – the more Shaak Ti's passion took possession of her body and mind. And when he would come to climax himself, then he would not manage to hide his own force-presence so carefully anymore, as he had done until now masterfully in the many decades lasting secrecy as a Sith. There was only one way for him to circumvent this disclosure elegantly. He had to ensure that he and Shaak Ti would come to orgasm together.
At the same time the fearful thought came to his mind, if it was really a good idea to subject also the previously mentioned power of the Anima to his will, as he already did it almost perfectly with the Pneuma and the Aperion. Would the eternal life, sought by him so desperately, still be worth living when he would have snatched all secrets and powers from the universe subservient? Or would life become boring then? Was this fear of such an omnipotence possibly the first cause that prevented the Jedi from making the Force a mere beast of burden like the Sith craved, but to worship it instead in self-imposed limits only?
How many years he would still need to find out about the last remnant secrets of the Force? Could a single entity yield that at all? Even such a refined and advanced as a Muun like him? Or would he be approaching the final fundamental mystery of the Force steadily, while always to stay away a touch off it, just like a curve steadily approaching the horizontal x-axis of a chart, being condemned in a near-parallelism never to reach this axis?
But now Hego Damask felt, that it was time to push these in his order heretical thoughts aside. There would be enough time later … when he ...
Hego Damask felt that his partner suddenly stopped during his ongoing pushes. Then Shaak Ti shuddered briefly. He gave himself two more standard seconds, then he sat free everything he had for Shaak Ti at this moment. His hot juice squirted into her as he moaned loudly, her body jerked upward and she wrapped her arms around his body, while her head was sheltering on his steel reinforced chest, which seemed to her at once as the softest and most comfortable place you could possibly want in the galaxy only. Sitting in a locked embrace on the bed like this, Shaak Ti could not see that Hego Damasks eyes had turned from green to radioactively yellow at once. He held her in his arms as she snuggled rhythmically twitching on his chest, while her middle around his best part clenched the same rhythm several times and re-opened, while he gave her more and more of his juice.
Shaak Ti was completely beside himself. She felt as if she had landed in eternity. One hot, powerful, whirling eternity that would never end anymore. At least not at this moment, these moments ... these minutes? Hours? ... In this room with this man! The moment she felt Hego Damask's juice shooting in for the first time, suddenly a huge wave of Dark Force pounded against her completely unprepared body. She winced. This wave of Dark Force took her breath away! She heard a couple of wine glasses sounding to their hearing organ in a strange sequence of notes. Was she been up? The darkness strangled her, almost crushed her, just to withdraw a bit to undulate almost gently around her like a foggy mist before a few moments later it dissolved as quickly in pleasure, as it had come.
But Shaak Ti was too dazed and too engrossed in her orgiastic ecstasy, that she would have produced even a word except the loud groan immanent to an orgasm. She felt as if her head would burst from her loud and overjoyed excitement. 'What if right now an enemy would attack in the apartment?', It flashed suddenly in her mind. But this idea seemed parsec-wide away like a rarely emerging comet passing by at a great distance. Yes, love makes weak and defenseless. And that was what Shaak Ti wanted to be now! She felt her orgasm subsiding slowly.
She came off his chest and looked into his again green eyes. She saw the dissolved relaxation of happiness in them.
"I just want to see you only once without this mask," she said.
"Then I'll just hold my breath," said Hego Damask and took off his mask.
Shaak Ti saw his mouth and throat marked with scars, his nose missing its lower part. She took his elongated head in her slender hands and gave him a long intimate kiss on his mangled lips. It felt another eternity for her while doing this. After their two mouths were separated again, he immediately put back on his mask.
"It was much more awesome than I had imagined," she said with a transfigured, slightly melancholic expression.
"Do you mean the kiss?" He asked and she saw a mischievous flash in his eyes.
"Just about everything," she said simply, hugging him again.
Shaak Tis eyes fell on a chronometer, which hung on the wall. She and Hego Damask had loved each other for two standard hours indeed. The two of them stayed locked in their embrace for a while, then they sank together on the soft bed and Shaak Ti turned away from him to snuggle herself into the sheets of the blanket while he was spooning with her, his long arms wrapped around her, his face embedded between her back-lekku and her lower side-lekku. She still felt his hand patting her Montral going down further to the tip of the connected lekku. This touch did her unspeakably good. Then Shaak Ti fell asleep. After about ten minutes Hego Damask followed her into the blessed slumber.