A/N: Coming at you guys once again with more lemon goodness. I have not, I repeat not neglected my other stories, I just find it easier to write one-shots is all. Anyways, hope you all enjoy.
I only own my OC and the plot.
Synopsis: Ahsoka Tano sneaks out of the Jedi Temple during the night to meet a certain someone for an intimate moonlight swim.
Night had fallen on the Senate District of Coruscant. This had little meaning for the galactic capital that had become the paragon of the "city that never sleeps". While the same was true for most parts of the Jedi Temple, some areas were now mute and empty. Even vermin were absent for, while the Jedi preached that all life was sacred and worthy of respect, they weren't above making exceptions for less desirable creatures.
Ahsoka Tano crept into the open-air courtyard, glancing around but quickly confirmed there were no guards. Sneaking past them through the corridors had been easy for a veteran like her. That and Anakin Skywalker spent most of his night in the city rather than at the temple - she could easily guess why - so there was no danger of him going to check she was still in her chamber.
"If you're having second thoughts, Ahsoka, then you're not the only one," a calm voice called to her from the Pool of Enlightenment in the middle of the courtyard. Skoran Flanverson was sitting calmly on the edge of the stone wall that ringed the pool, waiting for her. He was wearing only a pair of dark red swim trunks and his customary eyepatch. Ahsoka gave a sultry smile with one side of her mouth as she appreciated the human's muscular, well defined body, littered here and there with small scars.
Even before they had engaged in a relationship he'd been a sight to catch the eye of many with his striking fiery auburn hair, pale complexion and personality. "Already here, Skoran? Weren't any of your other friends free to keep you company before you came?" "You know I pick and choose my friends carefully. As for you on the other hand, now that you've all been given a master it's harder to get away with things," he replied.
"But you know all about that, being assigned to Anakin and everything, that would be a bombshell for anyone." Ahsoka nodded. Skoran was telling the truth when he said that there were more than a few Padawans who'd been jealous to see the Togruta become apprenticed when so much younger than the rest of them, some more vocal and persistent than others. Truth be told, she'd almost not accepted his invitation tonight, except for two things.
One, she'd only just returned from a stressful stint on the frontline, and being granted leave to recuperate gave her little other opportunity to use the pent-up energy she had. Two, and this was the more obvious point, Skoran was so very fine. Though the teachers of the Padawans and Younglings tried to stamp it out, dating still went on amongst the students, some of the males having several admirers all willing to put up with wandering eyes.
This was mainly done by the females in the belief that they had what it took to entice them into being theirs and theirs alone. Ahsoka had once been an admirer herself, but things had never gone beyond a bit of hugging despite some heavy handed attempts to take things further. Now that she was sixteen, her opinions on men - as well as what she could do with them - had developed a lot more, not to mention her feelings for the Ragnarokian meant that tonight would be special, especially when she was satisfied and no longer so highly strung.
The Togruta felt a little guilty over using him for her own personal pleasure - she wasn't hiding anything, true, but it still rankled in her mind, mainly because of what they had been through together up until this point, fighting side by side. A bond like theirs was a special one, forged by the fires of a great conflict. Both of them knew why they were here and what each wanted from the other. Some of the more unscrupulous younger members of the order used their admirers all the time.
She had heard several whispers amongst some of her compatriots that since she didn't seem to make a move on Skoran they assumed that he must be too good and she was willing to let them get away with it, why should they feel guilty for wanting to try him out when she didn't. Silence had fallen while the orange and white alien had been thinking this through. Her boyfriend had already figured this out having seen her arrive.
For all his fierce energy and resolve in a battle he was, truth be told, feeling nervous himself about the whole thing. Just as he was about to say that they should call the whole thing off, due to the look of hesitant conflict in Ahsoka's eyes, it suddenly morphed into one of resolute confidence, yet there was still a degree of shyness behind it that he had seen many times before. "It's fine, Skoran. Besides I-I've been looking forward to trying this out."
Ahsoka undid the knot holding the belt, pulled it off and gently tossed the thin black robe off her shoulders so that it eventually slid down her arms and body before ending in a puddle at her feet. Skoran's jaw clenched and his eye became fixed and seemed to glow with light. The Togruta simply looked down at him with a sophisticated air, but satisfaction coiled inside her as she watched her viking lover tensing to the point of breaking at the sight of her.
The courtyard was dark, but there was enough of a glow coming from the moon, stars and surrounding city to reveal Ahsoka's shapely body. Her bright orange skin was flawless and so smooth it seemed to glisten in the low light, particularly on her long bare legs. She made sure to accentuate said limbs as she stepped out of her sandals and stopped with one knee angled forward slightly.
The rest of the girl's body was saved from complete nakedness by the jet back swimsuit she wore with a nearly scandalous plunging neckline. Not only did this draw great attention to her perfectly sculpted breasts, but it stood out perfectly against her flame coloured skin. Another smile tugged at the Togruta's lips as a very gratifying bulge began to appear in the front of Skoran's shorts as he eyed her.
While she could see and practically feel the lust building up inside him, she knew that it wasn't alone. Love was there too, a love that she returned with every fiber of her being. It hadn't been easy smuggling the swimsuit into the temple with her meager possessions. But given what she was planning on using it for, it had been well worth it. The lower half of it was just that, creating a nice little V as though to point at where her womanhood was, just waiting for its own partner to join with it.
Ahsoka turned her eyes to her nicely rounded hip as she began to play absently with one of the straps of her swimwear, thoroughly pleased as she watched Flanverson out of the corner of her eye as he used every ounce of self-control he had to stop himself from ravishing her. That thought alone sent a warm wave through her body, collecting in both her cheeks and further down between her legs. At the same time, the girl tilted her shoulders back subtly to show off the swell of her breasts.
They weren't overly large, but were still a nice decent size, and with the swimsuit designed the way that it was, they appeared to bulge out of the top. The constricting, but comfortable material pressed the mounds together to create the impression that she had a tighter cleavage. Regaining her confidence, Ahsoka spoke. "After all, I am supposed to be the apprentice of the Hero-Without-Fear, backing out now wouldn't look good for me at all, would it?"
She looked back the way she had come to emphasize this, while Skoran nodded. He knew what it was like to have to live up the expectations required of you, his friend Horus had become a hero the hard way after all. "Still," Ahsoka said, turning back to look at both him and the pool. "I'm here now. Might as well take a dip." With that, the young girl stretched her arms wide in a diving stance. She paused for a moment to allow a once again captivated Skoran to enjoy the view, then lunged forward into the pool.
It wasn't as cold as she had expected and she glided forward through the water with ease. She knew it was as clear as glass and that her lover was watching. Deciding to put on a little show for him, the Togruta fanned her legs wide in exaggerated strokes as she swam. After a few moments Ahsoka turned over as she went so that she faced the surface. This allowed him to see the slight thrust of her chest with each pull of her arms as she flexed her muscles and slid gracefully through the water.
Ahsoka had to resist grinning smugly as she angled her more feminine features upwards. For all his confidence and discipline, Skoran was the sexiest guy she'd ever known, and that was saying something, and she also knew the sight of her must be driving him mad. Diving down once again for some momentum she broke the surface powerfully. Her torso was pushed well clear of the water, its owner heaving in a breath with more force than necessary.
The effect of pushing out her slick, covered breasts was hardly necessary by now, but Ahsoka couldn't help but twist the knife in Skoran's rising inflamed libido one last time. Not that it made a difference- Suddenly she noticed that he was gone. Ahsoka had just enough time to become worried by his absence before she let out a cry as something slithered over her foot and plucked at her ankle from behind and dragged back underwater.
Spinning round, Ahsoka had to contain the urge to growl to herself as she locked eyes with the human who had a smile on his face. Needing air, the pair kicked up to the surface, sending droplets of water scattering across the surface upon breaching it. The two floated there for a few moments treading water, keeping some space apart but close enough for them to graze each other's fingers whenever they pushed their arms forward, sending jolts of literal electricity up their arms.
Eventually Ahsoka felt the young human gently pull her against his body, hands holding onto her shoulders and keeping well away from her breasts. She could tell he knew that she was clearly annoyed by his little stunt and was silently waiting for her to speak. However, the Padwan couldn't stay that way for long. While it was somewhat typical of the sort of run-around Skoran would give his enemies, Ahsoka knew full well just how serious he took his roll, having seen what had happened when he was underestimated, herself included.
Had it been anyone else, she might have called off the whole thing right now just to spite him if the pleasing warmth his body was emitting and the size of what was slowly beginning to press against her nether regions wasn't there to remind her of what the evening promised. The boy guided them into shallower water where they could stand and carefully leaned forward before stopping just a few inches away from her neck before he glanced up at her with his single eye, a searching look in it.
She knew that he was asking for her permission to move on and she nodded. He pushed his head the rest of the way and gently began to nuzzle against the side of her face, hard enough to be borderline pleasant, but gentle enough to not be painful. Such a contrast once again made a warmth bloom in the girl's loins. She basked in the feeling of her flesh being sucked on whilst feeling his warm breath on her skin while firm hands held her steady, but making sure that there was no problem of a feeling of pain.
After a few minutes of this he pulled back. "Seriously Skoran?" Ahsoka said as he drew his head back fully, "That wasn't funny." "No, but it was pretty fun hearing you scream, never thought you were the type," Skoran said with a smirk as he pulled the Togruta against him. "Besides, I know we're here to relax but there's nothing like doing a bit of action to keep you on your toes. Something else you know a lot about." Ahsoka met his gaze and nodded.
She could see the guilt in his eyes, something that a lot others wouldn't have. He then sighed. "But... I am sorry. What I did was childish. You came here to relax and have a good time. I should know to be more careful especially after... Well... You know." The orange and white Togruta nodded, knowing what he was referring to. Many times in the past other male learners had wanted to go all the way with her and she had rebuffed all of them.
That had only made some of them try harder - their wounded pride wouldn't allow a girl to deny them what they wanted. Stopping such advances had started to require some force. The most scathing time had been nearly a year ago, when a Keshiri, Breyit Hattux, was his name, had intruded on the thought-to-be private shower she had been taking at the time after training with her master. Sex, particularly amongst young people going through changes to their body, to say they just curious was putting it lightly.
The simplest solution would have been to separate the genders with this proposal had been put forward to the Jedi Council's attention and had been rejected. Their excuse had been that the younger members of the order needed to remain together, regardless of gender. This was to both install a feeling of comradeship since they would be working and fighting together and act as a test of self discipline.
Another excuse had been the financial costs it would take to build separate facilities to accommodate each gender. Installing a curfew on the trainees after 9pm along with organized patrols to sweep the grounds in a thorough search was also implemented. It had mixed results. Whilst the lone isolation cells were filled and trainees were punished, it was impossible to keep both a constant watch on a population of hormone driven teenagers and keep them under control all of the time.
Padawans and Younglings alike were just as smart and inventive as they were when their masters had been training. Others were not as smart or careful, the result being an unintended pregnancy or a trainee visiting the healing ward to tackle an STD. Such costs were not what the higher members of the order were willing to allow, for obvious reasons, and so some Jedi Masters had taken it upon themselves to install these measures personally to try and keep the students under control.
Eventually, a solution had been put forward by Skoran himself that seemed to solve the issue. It was as simple as it was effective. Male and female Padwans and Younglings would simply use the washing facilities at different times to avoid any sexual incidents. Adding to this, a pair or trio of Masters would be on standby in case anybody thought of trying anything stupid. Unfortunately, this wasn't without problems, mainly because Padwans that had Masters of their own came and went outside the timetable.
Furthermore, the wanted number of watchers couldn't be around all the time as was designated by the Ragnarokian. As such there had been a number of moments when one or more male trainees had been caught during the usage of the shower block by females and vice versa. In Ahsoka's case, back then she had yet to see a male, human or alien, fully nude or she herself be seen nude, but she'd allowed uncertainty to give way to gullible excitement at the prospect of making out while they were both so warm, wet and naked.
Then he had forced her against the shower wall and held her wrists over her head, while his free hand became far too invasive in its fondling. She'd ordered him to stop, but the purple skinned alien had ignored her and continued. Next the Padawan of Skywalker had struggled, and his advances became more aggressive as he promised she'd thank him for it afterwards. Her response had been a nose crushing head-butt, something she had taken from Skoran, and an attempted knee to the groin.
Unfortunately, that had only enraged him further. Breyit had lunged forwards to try and grab her only for Skoran to come out of nowhere and bodycheck him to the water slicked, hard tile floor of the shower block, placing himself between the other male and Ahsoka. Clad in only a pair of briefs that quickly became soaked, Skoran had been forced to fight against a rage driven Force User. The Togruta had quickly wrapped herself in a towel and gotten ready to intervene if the need arose which it hadn't.
What did arise, however, was Hattux yelling out the insult, "I'll have that Togruta whore and I'm not going to let some kriffer like you get in my way!" That had proven to be a terrible mistake for the provoker as Flanverson met his lunge with a fury filled war cry. By the time Obi-wan, Anakin, Rig Nema and a squad of Temple Guards came into the showers, all three demanding to know what the hell was going on, though not in so many words mark you, both of Breyit's eyes had been blackened and he was missing some teeth.
His body was bruised from multiple punches and kicks from his viking enemy, a broken nose courtesy of Ahsoka, lost three teeth and had broken bones in his hand from where he had punched a wall hard whilst attempting to throw one at Skoran. Now it dangled uselessly at his side while his face was a mask of pain and blood. While Nema tended to Skoran who had taken a few blows himself and had bruises over his arms and chest, the two Masters and the Guards took care of Breyit.
After the Ragnarokian had calmed down, they were able to extract all sides of the story. The Togruta explained what the Keshiri had tried to do and Skoran backed her up by saying that he had been planning to take a shower himself when he had seen what was happening. Needless to say, Anakin was livid and, had it not been for the presence of Kenobi, the healer and the Temple Guards, Ahsoka was sure that he would have most definitely taken off the male alien's head (and not just the one on his shoulders mind you).
The incident was ruled being Breyit's fault for trying something stupid, even if he had been fighting back in self defence against Skoran, he had still thrown the first punch in a manner of speaking, something Skywalker pointed out. Even though the purple skinned alien tried to protest the fact that the injuries that had been inflicted upon him by the Warrior was a usage of excessive force, his own wounds were easily seen as minor compared to his, none of the three Jedi believed a word of it.
Despite these objections from the trainee, it was agreed that be properly punished. After giving him the chance to dry off and get into some fresh clothes, the Temple Guards dragged him roughly by the arm towards the isolation chambers. His former opponents just glared coldly after him and at his misfortune. Skoran had, as was his custom with regard to such incidents, kept his mouth firmly shut and not said a single word about it to anyone, especially her.
He had also put some distance between them in order to give his girlfriend some space, something which she was thankful for. Since then, those involved, mainly Ahsoka, had used the incident as a way to ward off the unwanted invitations and intentions of any of the other males.
Until tonight.
"What happened with Breyit was unfortunate, but I'm not going to let it hold me back, I'm... ready if you are," the Togruta said. Skoran nodded in agreement, if there was one thing that he liked about Ahsoka it was her determination to never give up. It matched his own, the fabled "Viking Stubbornness" and after recalling the incident in the showers he was extremely unwilling to let go of his opportunity with the girl who'd been unobtainable for so long.
So he decided to go for the opening move. The two both moved closer to each other, his arms wrapping around her waist and hers around his neck, absolutely sure about what they were going to do next. Then their mouths lunged for the others, already desperate for the feeling it would bring. Ahsoka in particular wanted it. True, they had kissed before, but this was all new. His lips grazed hers, softly, but with enough pressure that each is a move deeper into me.
She could feel his mouth part against hers which had already fallen open for him. This allowed his tongue, warm, and so soft, to mingle with hers in an elegant and passionate dance. A warm tingle went through her as she imagined what it would feel like on every part of my body. He traced the edge of her lips with his, over and over. It soon developed into each of them taking turns, entering into each other as their bodies found a rhythm which became more and more heated.
The kiss practically swallowed Ahsoka's mouth entirely even as a muffled "Mmmph!" escaped her. To her great delight the sound only encouraged Skoran and he pulled Ahsoka tighter against him. Nothing would make the Togruta even consider pulling away, unless it was a sudden attack or something along those lines, only pausing to return the grip before continuing.
While she knew that her lover had the eyes of several others on him, one of whom was her good friend Barriss Offee, he treated all of them with equal passion and love. After a few more minutes he pulled away in order for the pair to catch their breath. His right hand remained on her jaw and the other on the outside of her left thigh. "Gods you're hot," he said "but are you still good to go through with this?" "Yeah," she replied in a near breathless tone, obviously still a little shocked, "I'm SO good with that idea."
Skoran smiled at her. Sure they were both nervous, never having been this close with anyone in their lives, let alone each other. But the pair could see the love in each other's eyes and they knew that they were ready. His hands began to wander, reaching for her neck, the back of her head and her shoulders, and her waist. In all honesty, Ahsoka had no idea what she was doing, so she decided to let him take the lead, and as he did she felt her pussy get warmer and no doubt wetter as well.
The alien girl moaned as she looked at him, their lips having rejoined and their tongues blurring together along with hands roaming across their skin until he settled on her right breast, circling and tracing the shape of it as Ahsoka felt her whole body ignite. Then the boy pressed his hips forward, and she felt his hard shaft press against her clit. Ahsoka dismissed any and all thoughts of doubt or nervousness. There were far, far more important things for her to think about right now.
The girl wrapped her arms around Skoran's back and clung on as they drifted into the deeper part of the pool once again, letting the human tread water for them both as she focused on the pleasant sensations that he was giving her. A softer groan of pleasure came from her as she closed her eyes and angled her head to deepen their kiss. Their mouths plunged deep into each other, going from wide open to pursed lips and back again as they pulled and sucked, wanting more.
Skoran's tongue darted into Ahsoka's mouth like a hummingbird tasting the sweet nectar from a flower- That thought made the skin of her cheeks do an impression of a blood orange as she pressed her own tongue against his, matching his movements and lapping up the taste of him. "Gods above I've missed this," he said before his mouth kissed its way over her face and down her montrals till he was nuzzling her neck again.
"I've missed you. And that's saying something," Ahsoka chuckled, even as she shuddered in reaction to him nibbling on her skin. You have no idea, she thought to herself. Absolutely, no kriffing idea! "Yes," she moaned. Ahsoka was in her own personal heaven. He was so good at this! The Ragnarokian suddenly bit into the skin above her collarbone as reward for her admission. Her whole body went tight and she sucked in a harsh breath.
He quickly responded by pulling back and streamed out an apology of going too far when, with a bite of her own, sharp Togruta teeth, she did the same return, making him hiss before they returned to their deep kissing. Their slow bobbing movements as they stayed afloat rubbed their bodies together in a way that made Ahsoka start to groan into Skoran's mouth. His voice joined hers, their moans of passionate pleasure feeding each other's desire.
Skoran's hands splayed across Ahsoka's back and pulled her closer to him as he felt her breasts respond to the massaging against his hard chest. She couldn't help but gasp as she felt the fleshy orbs firm up and swell, stretching her already tingling skin to bursting. The very tips of her body went completely erect and became so sensitive that the girl felt lightheaded at the sensory overload.
When her movements made the beads of water flick against Skoran's own muscular physique she nearly came undone right there and then "Oh yeah. So good," he mouthed through Ahsoka's lips, and she was pleased to hear the strain in his voice - this was having just as much effect on him as her. The human's hand found the girl's rear and ran over it liberally like he was stroking a favourite horse. Ahsoka moaned in pleasure, even more when said hand slid down her pelvis to between her legs.
A low, breathy "ohhh" escaped her mouth. "If we weren't already in water this would be soaked by now," Skoran said. He further indicated Ahsoka's vagina by gently pressing his fingers against it. A soft "Mmm hmm..." was literally all she could muster. Her mind was on everything that's happening, but also how good his hands and mouth felt on her, and how she wanted more. "Careful Dragon Rider; you don't wanna spunk your pants in front of me," the girl shot back teasingly.
To emphasize this point, she reached out with the Force and applied a small ring of pressure around the base of Skoran's cock. The boy jerked sharply, and Ahsoka allowed the involuntary thrust to drag his penis against her swollen vulva. She couldn't help but smirk as he twitched and shook, fighting down his premature climax, glaring at her in mock anger. "I see that the Golden Girl learnt a few tricks from her famous master, eh?" "I learnt them myself, in case I ever ran into... you know who again," Ahsoka replied.
"It's also not the only thing I can do. Watch." She dragged her fingertips across Skoran's back once again before she pulled her hand away and gently laid it over the rippling water. The relatively calm surface began to gently bubble, and a sensual warmth engulfed the bodies of the entwined teens. "Well, well," the boy drawled as he and Ahsoka squirmed against each other as the bubbles caressed their already sensitive flesh "and there I was thinking you and Anakin were too busy fighting each other rather than the war to get any learning done."
"Yeah, Grandmaster Yoda was a bit cryptic when he said that he would be my master," Ahsoka replied with a grin, before they both laughed at the comment. They smiled at each other once again as Skoran slowly started to move her back towards the wall on the far side of the pool. She used her free hand to slide over and up and down his chest, tugging and pinching playfully at his skin here and there. Despite their state, both were fully ready to twist it a full three-sixty if trouble occurred, but not from each other.
"Quite a snippy mouth for a Jedi Padwan," he joked. "But I think I can come up with a better use for it, if you know what I mean." Despite this, Skoran turned them around so that he was the one facing with his back to the wall, wanting Ahsoka to have equal control. Whatever he planned to do next was curtailed as the girl's hand suddenly dove beneath the surface of the water, slid into his trunks and grabbed his dick with a firm grip.
He let out a loud moan as he felt her calloused fingers glide up and down his length. A devilish look appeared on the Togruta's face as she felt the size of him. Perfect, was what was going through her mind. "Oh, you do, do you?" Ahsoka asked teasingly. "Well, I think I could say the same about yours, if you know what I mean?" He smirked back at her before they kissed once again. "I think I certainly do."
"I say one thing. If Breyit ever calls me or you what he did in the shower again, and the only mouth his cock is going in is his," she hissed, her eyes blazing at the memory. Skoran's jaw tightened belligerently with a look of equal anger on his face and gave a short sharp nod in agreement. He stayed defiant for a few more seconds before he looked down at the water. "I'm... Sorry, Ahsoka." The orange and white Togruta stared at him with a mixture of curiosity and concern on her face replacing the one of fury.
"Sorry?" she repeated. "What for?" "For bringing up what happened. I just don't know when to keep my mouth shut I suppose." "Hey, I'm the only one around here who can do that," the alien girl replied, lifting his head back up with her hand holding it in a gentle grip. "Well, apart from Anakin of course, but you know what I mean. You're ten- No. A thousand times the kind of person that sleemo will ever be.
You're everything he's not. And for that, I'm willing to do this. You deserve it." She released him and then squeezed again as she began a cycle of clenching and unclenching the boy's member through his underwear. Skoran's doubts faded and he sighed in a pleased way. "You got a lot of bite, 'Soka," he said with a smile as he gently caressed her cheek with his hand. "You'd make a fine viking. That and I can't seem to get enough of you."
"Right now, I only want you for one thing, Skoran, and we're both going to make the most of it." Slowly, but surely, Ahsoka worked his trunks down over his erection until her arms were out straight and the item of clothing had passed his knees. She then gave him a coy smile and sank down, bodies sliding against each other as she vanished into the water. The Ragnarokian's body tensed and his hands reached out to hold onto the stone wall of the centre of the pool as he felt the girl's presence near his groin while his trunks were fully slipped off his legs.
Despite the cold of the water he felt like he was on fire. He held himself rigid as there was a pause, trembling with the anticipation of whatever Ahsoka's next move was going to be. Suddenly there was the slightest touch and Skoran started to gasp in elation... Only to realise it was just bubbles being blown against his cock. Ahsoka splashed up from the depths right in front of him.
The boy opened his mouth to speak, only to get a face full of water as she flicked his trunks up and over her shoulder onto the surface of the pool behind with a loud splash. "I- *cough* Should have known *cough* you would pull something like that," he spluttered before descending into another round of coughing whilst glaring at her. "That's better," Ahsoka grinned. "I had a look while I was down there. Definitely not what I was expecting."
Recovering his voice and humour Skoran chuckled. "I bet that's what a certain muttonhead thought you were gonna do before we showed what happens when you mess with us." "That's the overwhelming problem with guys like him. Thinking was never their strong point," Ahsoka said as she pressed herself against him and her expression softened. "Sorry about the water, I was a bit excited for my own good." "Meh, not the first time that's happened to me," Skoran replied.
"When you live on a planet inhabited by dragons and the like you have to be prepared to deal with things jumping out of nowhere at you." "Agreed. I'll think about it next time we do this. Whenever that may be," the Togruta agreed with a sweet smile. Skoran nodded as well. Then he moved closer and once again he pressed himself hard against his girlfriend before reversing their positions and pinned her body against the stone wall, arms holding on firmly to her to block any escape, not that she would.
Worked up by her little show, his kiss this time was more fierce and passionate then the last few salvos. Ahsoka's hands snaked through his hair and she kissed back just as roughly, fighting and failing not to gasp as Skoran's rock hard length pressed against her snatch again. "I'll make this good enough for you, 'Soka," he promised. One of his hands slipped beneath the water.
With her lips pressed firmly against the human's, Ahsoka had to draw in a sharp breath through her nostrils as two digits poked at her vulva through the fabric of her swimsuit. That had been what Hattux had tried to do except there hadn't been anything stopping him. But unlike the Keshiri, however, the fingers belonged to someone she loved and trusted with her life, not to mention that their owner was being far, far more gentle in his approach
She let out a low noise of satisfaction as Skoran carefully tugged the crotch of her swimsuit aside. With her sex now exposed, her boyfriend, slowly, and with infinite delicacy, pushed his middle finger shallowly into Ahsoka's body. His touch made something swell up deep inside the Togruta's gut, and this time she couldn't hold back the loud groan, even as the Ragnarokian pulled back. "Well," he said with a smile, "that slug didn't pop your cherry, not that he or anyone else has gotten close enough to try."
"In other words, screw you, Breyit and every other shukking bully." The bluntness of her statement sent both of them into a fit of barking laughter. Once that had died down, Ahsoka spoke. "Speaking of getting close, I think it's time I give you what you wanted." Skoran was momentarily caught off guard by what the Padawan meant until she winked at him and he remembered her little stunt earlier. "Up on the side my handsome viking warrior."
Before he could answer, Ahsoka all but used the Force to lift him up and out of the water. Thankfully she was gentle and the side of the pool was only a few inches above the water's surface meaning that the Togruta could easily reach her prize. A whole new heat washed over him as she lowered her head and her tongue ran up the underside of his cock. Smirking, Ahsoka then squeezed lightly on with her hands and enjoyed his choked gasp.
He thrust more insistently into her grip, silently demanding more until she continued stroking and felt the shaft swelling between her fingers. His head was tipped back, moaning softly as his cock dribbled precum over her hand and his hips jerked. A devilish smile, one Skoran hadn't really believed to be capable of crossing his girlfriend's face when he canted his hips forwards, seeking more. "F-feels good." Ahsoka held his eyes as she dragged her tongue over his tip, humming pleasantly when she tasted him.
The vibrations were exquisite on his sensitive erection as her nimble fingers wrapped around the base. Stroking slowly as her lips and tongue teased and tracing the tip of his cock, the multitude of sensations just about had Skoran going over if it weren't for the Ragnarokian's seemingly endless cast iron self discipline, despite already being aroused by their earlier actions. His situation wasn't helped by her hot, wet mouth sucking him while nimble fingers squeezed and stroked.
Grabbing her head, now seeing that she was prepared to allow him to do so, and began slowly thrusting into her mouth. She moaned into his cock in response and began bobbing furiously, taking the entire length into her mouth with each forward bob. It was practically effortless for her as she stroked along his length and he could literally see stars. ''Ahsoka...! I'm going to cum!'' he called out.
In response, the Togruta sped up with her blowjob whilst continuing to stroke his dick sending tremors throughout Skoran's body and finally making him release and it was quite the load, spraying ropes of his seed everywhere. As expected, given that it was her first time, Ahsoka missed the first few shots, with a couple of them landing on her cheeks before she sealed her lips around the head and sucked on him until she swallowed every last drop.
Skoran let out a heavy sigh as his pent up energy from earlier was finally dissipated. Sliding back into the pool he pulled Ahsoka to him and they kissed once again. She then felt one of his hands settle on her left shoulder. Then he began to ever so slightly pull the shoulder strap of her swimsuit sideways and down before he stopped. "May I?" Skoran asked in a whisper, his single eye casting up to meet hers. "Please," she replied at a similar volume.
With that, the Ragnarokian pulled the strap all the way down, allowing her to pull her arm free before doing the same with the other one. Once that was accomplished, they worked to remove it from her lower body and soon, the Togruta's swimsuit was floating away from the pair. Now there was nothing between them. It was just the two of us, naked in the pool together, their hands running up and down arms and backs while their hips pressed together.
They kissed heatedly, enjoying each other's taste as Ahsoka felt his cock begin to rub against her stomach. Soon, we were grinding and humping each other again. Skoran's manhood slid against her thighs, pre cum swept from the head and began to smear her skin before being carried away by the water. Looking down, he could see her legs rubbing together. She was clearly trying, and failing, to control a wetness that he longed to taste.
That's when the Warrior knew that he wanted more, and needed to taste her. Gently, he lifted her up so that she could climb onto the side in near enough the exact same spot he had been before. All the while the two lover's continued kissing heavily as Skoran started cupping her breasts, now free from their confinement. They felt like soft pillows in his hands before he pinched one of her erect nipples and started sucking and licking on the other.
He heard Ahsoka laugh from above. ''You are incorrigible.'' The only thing that sounded as lovely to him as her laughs was her moans. She arched her back, pressing her breasts more into Skoran's face, making sure that he gave both of them much needed love and attention. Both her nipples were erect and wet, satisfied with the results, he slowly started moving further down. He trailed the tip of his tongue along her soft, yet toned, stomach, enjoying her sweet taste as she sat panting on the wall, waiting eagerly for him to continue.
Soon, his head was between her legs where he could smell her aroused scent. As much as he wanted to tease her and leave Ahsoka a happy but quivering mess, however, he was too impatient, having waited for this moment long enough. After a few seconds of staring at her in rapture, he rubbed his hand over her flower, coating my fingers in her wetness before burying my face in her smooth, naked womanhood. She moaned with delight and started massaging her own breasts as Skoran licked her.
Running his tongue along her nether lips, enjoying himself so much. Her taste was intoxicating, as were the sounds that she made because of what the boy was doing to her. "That's it, get me nice and wet for you..." the Togruta moaned. Smiling at her demand, Skoran obliged his gorgeous lover and started thrusting his tongue in and out fully exploring her, enjoying the thrill of her body thrashing about while she continued to moan out his name more and more.
"Force, yes, Skoran. More, more. You're so good!" Ahsoka declared with a growl, clearly getting more into it with every passing second. He then grazed my thumb over her clit, earning a squeal of approval from her before once again probing his lips with my tongue. Her body continued to tremble while she whimpered more and more. "I'm so close, Stars, I'm so close." The Ragnarokian was now sucking on her harder and thrusting his tongue inside her pussy.
Gazing upwards, he met the seductive look in her eyes as she stared down at him. Reaching down, Ahsoka grabbed her boyfriend's hair tightly, tugging on it and pressing his face more in between her legs. As if that wasn't enough, her long legs wrapped around Skoran's head and shoulders so that he was caught in a delicious, delightful trap. She bucked her hips more and more before she suddenly grabbed one of his hands and brought it up close to her face.
The Padawan waited for him to look up to see what she was doing before taking one of his fingers and began to suck on it with a sultry smirk. Ahsoka then moved my hand back down with Skoran's digits now shining with a coating of her saliva. "You know what to do," she purred huskily. Oh yes, he certainly did. Using the finger that she had lubed up, he started to thrust in and pull out, over and over again.
She clawed her hands into his hair, encouraging the Warrior to keep going as I brought her closer and closer to climax. "Skoran! AHHH! I'm going to cum! Yes, make me cum!'' she cried out as the boy continued to sweetly torment her with his tongue and fingers. Her throaty gasps and growls sent tingles along his body. At the back of her mind, Ahsoka was wondering if she would ever be able to pleasure herself again compared with this, but with another flick of Skoran's tongue ecstasy once more overwhelmed her.
Ahsoka's cries got sharper and louder with every stroke, her body writhing before she arched her back and gasping before starting to rock her hips again with his movements. "That..." she said raggedly between loud moans. "Don't stop... doing that..." That was the last coherent thing she said. A few moments later, with her whole body shaking as she thrusted against him, Ahsoka screamed loudly as a massive wave of pleasure crashed through her body followed instantly by her long awaited orgasm.
She finally released Skoran from her grip so that he could finally lift his head up. The moment he did so, the Togruta grabbed him by the hair and pulled up so that she could kiss her lover, probing her tongue into his mouth and tasting herself on his lips. The next sound to come was a loud shriek from Ahsoka as Skoran suddenly pulled her into the water with a loud splash, but kept her from going under. He burst into laughter from the pouting look on her face and she eventually did the same.
After that, they once again delved into another passion-filled makeout session before the need for air made them pull back. "You ready," the Warrior asked, angling his pelvis against hers. "We can stop right now if you want to." "Nuh uh. I've waited too long and neither of us are backing out now," the Padawan replied. "Now come on Dragon Rider, this dragon's waiting to be tamed." With that, he pushed his hips forward, and the girl's breath rushed out as something long and hard slid into her.
The two lovers froze in the grip of ecstasy, Skoran trembling with need even as he smiled at the sight of Ahsoka throwing her head back as she strove to take in the sudden rush of pleasure that had just torn through her body. The sensation was overpowering with the girl's sex was near virginal and so tight, that even if her vaginal muscles weren't reflexively clamping down on the massive invader, there wouldn't have been a single part of her sensitive inner walls that would not be touching Skoran's dick.
Ahsoka couldn't even breathe. The inside of her womanhood was so tender that just the slightest touch made her heart thunder painfully, and her boyfriend's iron hard shaft was stretching out every inch of it. It was too much to be contained by her loins and the sensation quickly began spreading through the whole of her supple body from her curling toes to her buzzing montrals until there was nowhere else left for it to go.
She could only hold on and wait as intense, merciless pleasure ravaged her from the inside, praying with some free part of her mind that the tide would stop before she was overcome by it. Even as another part of her mind prayed that it did overcome her. Break her even. "Kriff! You're so tight! Much more than I thought!" Those words dragged Ahsoka from her haze of sexual bliss.
Skoran was giving her a smile, but she could see the tension in his jaw and his shaking body meaning that he was just as affected as she was. The boy's penis was completely sealed in Ahsoka's warm folds, the pressure on him was so firm and constant that he was close to going over the edge a second time without moving a muscle. The girl grinned in sexual gratification. "I haven't had... that many chances," she panted in reply.
"And... if we both... want another one... in the future... less talking... more... action." As if to demonstrate, Ahsoka gripped him by the waist, and lurched her hips back. The movement dragged Skoran's cock free of her body with a suction that even the combination of warm water and female dampness couldn't ease. Both partners winced in pain, but it didn't dull their lust, their need for more was so much they were ready to welcome any sensation.
The Ragnarokian pulled himself against Ahsoka, all attitude gone. He crushed his lips against hers and forced his tongue inside where it danced with hers, before once again pushing his dick back inside the girl's clit. Ahsoka cried out in pain and joy at the forceful entrance, lifting her legs to coil around Skoran's waist, cradling his pelvis in her thighs, pulling him closer with her heels. Her lover was already buried to the hilt in the young, fit girl in his arms and still pushing.
Energy surged through Ahsoka's nether regions and her pussy began to throb and undulate around Skoran's shaft, completely out of her control. "Ahh!" the Togruta cried out as she threw her head back again for a third time that night. Her boyfriend quickly pressed his lips to her crest, showering her chest with hungry kisses. The sensation pleased the girl, but made her aware of another hunger that needed satisfying.
Her hands made their way up her partner's body, stroking and gripping him as they went. Skoran groaned as the Togruta's nails scraped his nipples to awareness and left stinging red marks on his shoulders as they transferred to her own body, whereupon he lowered his mouth down to where it was already gliding lower across Ahsoka's chest- Only for the girl to seize his head and force it to her bosom.
He obeyed her wordless command, beginning by plunging into the valley of her enlarged breasts, gulping and lapping at the wet tit-flesh. There was nothing sweet about the arousal and perspiration in the girl's cleavage. It was spicy and tangy and strong in flavor and scent; a natural aphrodisiac. Skoran was addicted to her essence in seconds, before abandoning his assault in favour of a more tempting morsel with his lips clamping down on Ahsoka's right nipple.
She let out a soft cry of delight. "Yes, Skoran! More... please!" the young girl begged, seemingly all other senses forgotten in her lust. The human responded with slow kisses, dragging his pursed lips over the swollen teat till it popped out of his mouth, and then repeating. Teeth dragged over the breast as he closed his mouth till he caught the bud of her other nipple and bit down on it, hard enough to cause pleasure but not enough to cause extensive pain.
The Togruta arched back and let out the longest, lowest moan of her life. Her breasts felt like they were full of electricity. She'd massaged the glands experimentally many times, but couldn't believe how much carnal pleasure they could give her. No amount of playing with herself matched up to this. She had to hand it to Skoran, he certainly knew how to touch a girl. The boy in question closed his lips again and sucked the girl's tit hard.
She moaned again at the pressure on the nipple, then gasped as her boyfriend bit down once again, this time into the fleshier mass of the areola. Ahsoka shook her head back and forth as the Warrior began a cycle of suckling and nipping her breast's tip. When his hand closed over her right breast, molding and squeezing the firm globe and pinching the nipple between two fingers, her eyes rolled back in her head. Every outward breath was now a cry of passion.
Something powerful ballooned just above her hot pussy, but failed to grow any larger. Ahsoka could feel the ball of heat and pressure sitting above her womb, just waiting to fill her to overflowing. It just needed a final push. Seemingly sensing her need, Skoran began to slide out of her hole and then back in again. Not able to bear having any inch of her skin not touching his, Ashoka also began to move, working her hips to meet his groin halfway.
The boy's excited groan was stifled by his own clenched teeth. The pair soon got into a rhythm as their hips rocked back and forth, him thrusting his penis up into her at the same time she slammed her pussy down onto him. Each time, Skoran's shaft slipped into Ahsoka's opening perfectly, stretching the tight hole open again, rubbing their most sensitive areas, their shared moans became constant.
The Togurta's voice was a high-pitched cry, but she wanted to taste the Ragnarokian while he took her. Sensing his right hand where it was clutching her arm with force, she pulled it up to her head, allowing the palm to run over her lekku. The feeling sent a shudder through her body as she brought the hand to her face. Like before, she took the middle and index finger into her mouth and sucked hard. The water on his hand couldn't dilute the sharp taste of Skoran's sweat.
Ahsoka swallowed the fluid, her silky tongue teasing the digits. Her boyfriend moaned louder, and Ahsoka knew the sensual movement of her tongue was making him think of her mouth on another part of his body. She closed her eyes and sucked the fingers harder, imagining taking that part of Skoran into her mouth again. Needless to say, the submissive fantasy made her arousal grow even more.
"Mmm... Skoran..." Ahsoka mouthed her lover's name. "Oh yeah," she reached for him, one arm wrapping round his back to hold him against her, the other seeking out to cup his cheek. "Mmm... Ahsoka..." Skoran moaned in reply. The couple began fucking in earnest. Having established the most stimulating positions, bodies began pumping faster. Ahsoka's grunting and moaning grew in volume with each thrust into her pussy.
Her chest tightened breathlessly and she gasped for air, but refused to stop sucking his fingers. In turn, Skoran continued to work the girl's breasts with his mouth and hand. The pleasure in the orbs connected with the pressure growing in her loins. Suddenly Skoran's movements grew even faster. Ahsoka's eyes squeezed shut, her moans taking on a panicked note as she climbed higher and higher to her peak. The fire in her hips spread to her whole body.
Sweat trickled from her brow. Muscles ached from working her body and Skoran's but she kept going, forcing herself to the final threshold- And then she screamed at the top of her lungs as the heady, steamy climax washed over her. Fluid rushed out of her as she came, clouding the water around her quaking pussy. Skoran wasn't done, and he continued pounding into Ahsoka's taut body.
The girl let out a cry of pain, fear and utter bliss as the pumping cock dragged out her orgasm for impossibly long seconds. She clutched the Ragnarokian's body to hers as she shook, the pleasure billowing inside till she thought her head would explode. Finally, he found his own climax. With a roar that vibrated in Ahsoka's breast, he thrust into her body as deep as he could go and held himself there. Something hot rushed into Ahsoka.
The sensation forced the girl's pussy to spasm around him, and she groaned and crushed her limbs round him tighter as her cunt milked the boy's cock for all it was worth whilst knowing that it wouldn't do anything. That was mainly thanks to the contraceptive jabs that Padme gave on a weekly occasion through Anakin. Then it was all over. The pair stilled, recovering from the ordeal, panting, bodies twitching and jerked spasmodically as the last of the sexual reaction worked through them.
After nearly a minute, Skoran and Ahsoka untangled themselves enough to sit up straight, taking each other in their arms and looking in each other's eyes as they regained their breath and allowed themselves to come to terms with the force of what they'd just experienced. The water in the pool was still warm and bubbling slightly, soothing worn out muscles in a post coital treat. The latter gently removed his dick from inside in Ahsoka's slit.
Wrapping his arms around him, the girl closed her eyes and nuzzled against his neck. A joyful smile was on her face. "Now, that..." she said with a hoarse, shaky voice that seemed barely recognisable. "That was pretty good." The boy looked just as blown from the union as she did. But like Ahsoka he too still managed to find the energy to raise a smile of his own whilst returning the hug. "Glad to hear it," he breathed. "Glad to hear it."