Hello everyone. In celebration of May the 4th and in preparation for the upcoming Tales of the Empire miniseries, I am publishing a new short story. Everyday I will be releasing a one shot centering on one of my favorite woman from Star Wars. For those of you who have read one of my stories before, you all know what I am about, for those that haven't, this will be a happy surprise. Warning: this chapter contains smut, read at your own risk. Without out of the way onto the story.
His master once told him that despite the order's strict adherence to the Light Side and absolute repudiation of the Dark Side, the Force is neither light nor dark. The Force is neither a master to serve nor a slave to command, it is a balance between two extremes. Samos's master explained that while the Jedi and the Sith were users of the Force, neither side was a master of the galaxy. While the Jedi saw themselves as guardians of the galaxy and the Sith saw themselves as its rightful rulers, the Force and the galaxy at large had no obligation to shift events in their favor.
"Execute Order 66."
With those words, he felt a chill through the Force. A sudden tension in the air ripped away his earlier feeling of success from driving off the Separatist forces. As he turned around, he noticed many of the surrounding clones cease firing at the retreating droids and shift their attention to him. Their movements seem almost mechanical as their eyes bore into him through their visors.
"Is there something wrong, commander?" Samos asked. His hand hovered over the lightsaber at his hip as the surrounding soldiers gathered around them. He could sense aggression running through the remainder of what had mere moments ago been his squad. Their fingers hovered over the triggers of their blasters all that kept them from firing was a lack of orders.
Commander Siege's only answer to his inquiry was to raise his blaster. "I'm sorry, General. I have my orders." His blaster gave off a high-pitched whine as it fired, releasing a cold blue bolt of energy from the muzzle. The blaster bolt was followed quickly by a dozen others that descended upon him from all sides. Samos barely had time to free his saber from his belt and ignite it.
The violet blade was the only thing protecting his vital areas from the overwhelming volley. As he deflected what blaster bolts he could, his eyes swept over the kill ring in search of any weakness he could find. Thankfully, he found one.
"Sorry, Siege." Before the clone commander had time to register his apology, Samos's blade had already separated his head from his body. Not even giving the soldiers time to mourn the loss of their commanding officer, he broke through the encirclement and made for the forest ahead. His flight was stalked by a hail of blaster fire, and worse yet each step he took was followed by a burning pain that echoed throughout his body. The firing continued even as he dove into the treeline and vanished from their view.
Samos continued his flight with what he knew was reckless abandon. He made no attempt to hide his tracks or even to move in a way that would disorient his pursuers. All that he was focused on was getting as far from the clones as possible. It was only when he could no longer hear the blaster fire that he allowed himself to stop.
Samos allowed his back to fall against the trunk of a nearby tree and his legs to fall out from under him. He forced himself to take slow even breaths as he calmed his racing heart. The clones would rally quickly and begin to scour the forest for him soon. He needed to find some way off the planet. He could steal a ship from the clones. No, they would expect that and keep the ships guarded. He might be able to acquire a ship from one of the locals. Too risky, he was unaware of how far this corruption reached. As Samos continued to go through and reject potential escape plans, his eyes grew heavy. He knew that he shouldn't, but exhaustion began to override reason.
A short rest will do me good. I'll be able to find a means of escape when my strength returns. With that rationalization, he at last allowed his eyes to close fully. It was right before he fully surrendered to sleep that he heard the roar of a ship descending nearby.
When next he woke it was to the dull roar of a ship's engine. Samos shot upward to his surprise, he found himself in an unfamiliar bed. Nor did he recognize the interior design of the ship, although he knew for certain that it wasn't a republic ship.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend. When we found you we feared you had already become one with your beloved Force," a familiar voice spoke from the other side of the room. The owner of the voice was a weequay with a smug, cocky look on his face. A face Samos was all too familiar with.
"Not to sound ungrateful, but what are you doing here, Hondo?" Throughout the war, Hondo Ohnaka had proven himself to be a…complicated individual. Sometimes a friend, sometimes a foe, the only thing certain was that the weequay pirate's sole motivation was his one true love, money.
"The boys and I were just passing by Toprawa to… recycle a few unneeded weapons from the battlefield. We didn't expect to find your dead carcass lying under a tree just before we were going to make our leave. Though, considering everything going on, maybe it isn't too surprising." Samos caught his meaning immediately.
"You know what's going on." The usually jovial pirate suddenly gained a solemn expression. He took off his goggles and looked him straight in the eyes.
"The Senate has been dissolved, that chancellor of yours announced a few days ago that in its place would be an Empire. With him as the emperor." Before Samos could speak, Hondo held his hand up. "It gets worse, he claims that the Jedi were plotting to overthrow the Senate. Now anyone carrying a laser sword and dressed in a robe is at risk of being arrested for treason." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. How had this all happened so quickly? Less than a week ago the war looked to be coming to a close and now he was a wanted fugitive.
He couldn't help but wonder how many other Jedi survived this betrayal. How many of his fellow members of the order were hiding in alleyways, or throwing away their lightsabers in order not to be discovered? Worse yet, how many lay dead on some foreign world struck down by blaster fire from the very clones they spent years fighting alongside?
Hondo's voice pulled him out of his dark thoughts. "What will you do now, Master Arracus?" That's a good question. Hondo had a wide reach in the galaxy's underworld. He could help him get a new identity, and disappear somewhere no one would ever find him. But, did he really want that? He was a Jedi. He couldn't see himself being anything other than a Jedi. He wasn't the kind of man who avoided conflict before, he wouldn't start now. More than that, there were people that he wanted to see again. Friends that he had made despite the Order's rules against attachment. He had to at least know if they were alive. Thankfully, he knew where to start.
"There's somewhere I need to go. Do you mind giving me a ride?"
"Of course. There's no favor Hondo wouldn't do for a friend." The pirate gave him his trademark smirk. "For the right price."
Aayla had been in her fair share of tough situations. From being sold into slavery by her own uncle to nearly drowning due to the machinations of a mad Kaminoan, she survived them all through her will and determination. Unfortunately, as her current situation continued to escalate, it seemed less and less likely that she would survive this one.
"There is no use hiding, General Secura. Come out quietly and we can at least make it quick." Despite leading a squadron of men with the same faces, she recognized the voice instantly. Commander Bly was one of the people she thought would be least likely to kill her. The only people above him were her former master, Quinlan Vos, and one other. Unsolicited, a face came to the forefront of her mind's eye. She couldn't help but wonder if he was facing a situation similar to her own. Or maybe he was…
She quickly forced down the thought. This wasn't the time to let unknowable possibilities cloud her perception. She needed to focus on getting out of her current predicament. From her hiding place in the underbrush, Aayla watched as the troops she previously commanded swept the surrounding area in search of her. Their blasters were primed and ready to fire on anything that even resembled her. If she stayed it wouldn't be long before they found her, she needed to move.
The moment the troops showed their backs to her, she moved. Opening herself up to the Force, she allowed it to propel her upwards as she sprang from the underbrush and into the trees. She watched from above as the clones continued to scour the area for her, arriving at her former hiding place less than a moment later. With her body well hidden by the foliage of the tree branches, she watched as the clones left the immediate area. Although, she did notice one thing.
Where is Bly? Despite hearing him only minutes before, there was no sign of the clone commander among the search party. A problem for another time. Aayla thought, dismissing her worries for the time being. With so many of the clones out searching for her, now was the perfect opportunity to escape off the planet. With the battle over and the squadron occupied looking for her, the ship should be relatively unguarded. With acrobatic grace born from years of training and experience, she jumped from branch to branch, making her way back to the ship she hadn't seen in days.
It didn't take long for her to arrive back at the clearing her squadron had landed in. Just as she predicted, the area was unguarded, without a single clone in sight. So far so good. Her feet landed on the ground without a sound. She kept her senses alert as she crept towards the ship, ready to retreat back into the jungle at the slightest sign of a trap. She drew closer step by step until she was finally within arms reach of the door. Once she entered the ship she would be home free. She might need to clear out any clones that stayed behind to keep watch, but a handful of soldiers was much more manageable than an entire squadron.
Just as Aayla was about to open the door, her senses screamed out for her to move. Throwing herself to the side, she moved just in time to avoid the blaster bolt aimed at her back. She turned around lightsaber in hand only to be greeted by Bly and the remaining members of the squadron. A quick survey told her that the clones had the area completely surrounded. Suddenly, all the pieces fit into place. Bly anticipated that she would come for the ship and sent those search parties out on purpose to lure her in. She cursed herself for her recklessness, she fell right into his trap.
"Prepare to fire," Bly ordered coldly. As the clones drew their blasters, Aayla closed her eyes and prepared to become one with the Force. "I'm sorry, general." She barely heard Bly whisper. Then the clearing was filled with the sound of blaster fire. Followed a second later by the clones' screams.
Aayla opened her eyes to see the clones scrambling for cover. She looked up to see a ship firing down at them. With no anti-aircraft weaponry, all the troopers could do was dive for cover. The ship made numerous sweeps across the clearing firing at the clones wherever they hid. Finally, the clones had no choice but to disappear into the jungle. Aayla couldn't help but take some grim amusement from that.
She watched as the ship made preparations to land, putting itself between her and the direction the clones retreated. Aayla couldn't help, but wonder if she should take this chance to retreat as well. There was no guarantee that the ones piloting that ship were an ally just because they attacked the clones. Her attention turned back to the surrounding jungle. She could still sense the clones moving around hidden from sight, watching for any chance to attack again. It seems she had no other options.
Aayla watched as the ship's hangar door opened. The Twi'lek Jedi felt her stomach drop as a group of weequay exited the ship. Worse, based on their choice of clothing, they appeared to be pirates. She raised her saber in anticipation of another fight when, much to her shock, the pirates completely ignored her and moved to stand watch over the surrounding jungle.
"I was starting to think I wasted my time coming all the way here. I'm glad I convinced Hondo to make one more sweep over the planet." Aayla turned back around to the hangar door. She felt all the tension leave her as a familiar face exited the ship.
"And here I thought my week couldn't get any worse. Samos Arracus finds me." Despite her words, Aayla couldn't help but smile. It was nice seeing a friendly face that didn't want to kill her.
Samos gave a quick order to the pirates to keep watch for the clones before inviting her inside. Once they were inside the ship, he disappeared into one of the back rooms before reappearing with an armful of food. Food which Aayla eagerly accepted and then quickly devoured. While hiding from the clones, she mainly survived on nuts and berries from nearby foliage. At this point, even rehydrated rations looked like a gourmet meal to her. As she ate, Samos filled her in on all he knew about their situation, with each word spoken she was filled with more uncertainty. She's pulled from her daze when a warm hand engulfs her own. She looks up to see Samos giving her a comforting smile.
"If we survived then there is a good chance that others did too. We just need to find them." Aayla felt herself be brought out of her sorrow by his words. Samos always had a way of making even the most dire situation seem manageable. She allowed a small smile to break out across her face.
"And what do we do after." At her words, a small smirk made its way across his face. It reminded her of a similar face he made just before talking her into helping him sneak a dool bug into Master Ki-Adi Mundi's food when they were younglings.
"After that, we start fighting back."
Shaak Ti was no stranger to loss. She suffered her first loss when her first padawan was cut down on his first mission after being knighted by a vicious killer. Her second padawan didn't even get the chance to reach knighthood before she was murdered, despite Fe Sun proving herself to be an apt student. Not even catching her killer, the brutal Zeltron assassin, Lyshaa, did anything to bring her peace.
Back in those days, there were many moments when Shaak Ti blamed herself for the loss of her students. Was it her fault? Did she train them improperly? Perhaps if her training was more orthodox, rather than training them on her homeworld, they might have survived. These doubts and possibilities haunted her. Not even meditation could dissipate the guilt she felt at their deaths. She kept these growing feelings to herself bottled up and locked away. She knew that her fellow masters would simply tell her to cast aside these feelings, that the death of her padawans was simply the will of the Force. Surprisingly, she finally found peace not due to the wisdom of one of the masters, but a pair of younger Jedi.
Samos Arracus and Aayla Secura were both oddities in their own ways. Aayla was far more emotional than most Jedi, likely due in no small part to the unorthodox methods of her Master Quinlan Vos. Vos was considered by many in the order to be a maverick. A Jedi who spent many of his days prowling the underworld making connections with criminals of every variety. This led Vos to have less reign over his emotions, but also a deep sense of loyalty. Yet, despite this, Aayla also showed a great deal of control that caused most of the masters to turn a blind eye.
Samos on the other hand was trained by a master that could be seen as the antithesis to Vos's teachings. The Dark Woman was an enigma among the Order. While she was a Jedi devoted to the tenants of the Order, going as far as to abandon her own name to shed herself of all attachments, many considered her to be too devoted. The Dark Woman's attempt to detach herself from emotion caused many to see her as cold and sometimes even cruel, especially when it came to how she trained her padawans. She would push them hard trying to draw out their full potential, not noticing or not caring if she went too far.
It's no wonder then that Samos made himself the exact opposite of his master. In defiance of his teacher's extreme detachment, barely allowing herself to interact with other members of the Order, Samos was quick to befriend and build bonds with those around him. These qualities made him a good negotiator and allowed him to learn from the people around him. He was also the type to offer a hand to whoever he saw in need. Which was precisely how Shaak Ti met the two.
It was after a joint mission in which the three worked together to break up a newly formed slave ring that had recently taken form in the lower levels of Coruscant. Upon being discovered, a fight broke out. Shaak Ti allowed herself to be distracted by one of the captives that was being put up for sale. She was young, Shaak Ti could feel her terror through the Force; her fear of being sold into slavery, and her fear of dying in this place. At that moment, Shaak Ti couldn't help but wonder if her students felt that same terror before they died.
That moment of distraction was quickly taken advantage of by one of the architects of the slave ring, a massive trandoshan with a taste for blood. If not for Samos's timely interference, she would have become one with the Force long before she was ready.
Despite her near blunder, the three Jedi were able to capture the would-be slave traders and free all the prisoners. Samos found her immediately after and bluntly asked her what was troubling her. After witnessing the consequences of keeping these buried feelings to herself, Shaak Ti saw no other choice but to finally voice her shame. She saw no judgment in his eyes as she recounted the deaths of her students and the feelings she found herself unable to move past because of them. Throughout her explanation, neither Samos nor Aayla interrupted, both of them simply listened and kept their attention solely on her. Only when she was finished did Samos speak.
"There's nothing wrong with mourning for the losses you have suffered. While it is true that as Jedi we are expected to let go of our emotions and forego any attachments, I don't believe that means not feeling them at all. My former master has tried to do this." As Samos spoke, his eyes became distant, as if he was recalling a far-off memory. "Doing this has only led her to forget how to sympathize with those around her. The greatest lesson I learned from being her student was to not fear my emotions. I can accept them while not letting them control me. You can do the same. Mourn what you have lost, but do not let the guilt consume you. Learn from the mistakes of the past and move forward." Next, Aayla spoke.
"Master, I know better than most the feeling of guilt for a mistake that was beyond your control. When I was still a padawan, due to the choices and actions of others I fell to the dark side. For a long time, I was haunted by my actions. It was only through leaning on those close to me that I got through that trying time." As she spoke, Aayla gave Samos a brief, grateful look. "Shaak Ti, you can lean on us as long as you need."
Once they returned to the temple, Shaak Ti took some time to herself. Officially, it was to recenter herself with the Force through isolation and meditation. Unofficially, she was finally taking the time to grieve her fallen students properly. Eventually, she moved passed her guilt and returned to the order and her duties as a Jedi.
Aayla proved true to her word when she and Samos would discreetly ask about her welfare. As time passed, she came to greatly appreciate the two's presence. During the brief respites in between battles, she found herself spending more and more time with the younger Jedi. In Aayla, she found a kindred soul who appreciated the need to respect where one came from. Both of them were more in touch with their culture than what was usually allowed for a Jedi. In Samos, she found both a sparring partner and a fellow academic. He was someone who could see the flaws in her fighting style as well as someone who sought to deepen their connection to the Force through studying the archives. They bettered each other both as duelist and Jedi. Beyond that, the trio would discuss philosophy and their different interpretations of the Force. As time passed, Shaak Ti found herself waiting in anticipation for the two to return to the temple. She wasn't sure when it happened, but she saw them as her friends.
However, the final loss she suffered threatened to break her.
Unlike many of the others targeted by Order 66, she was safely inside the walls of the temple. Unfortunately, that only meant she witnessed firsthand the slaughter that occurred when the 501st clone battalion, led by the traitor Anakin Skywalker arrived. She was forced to cut her way through scours of clone troopers to get to where the younglings were hidden. But she arrived too late.
Anakin stood in the center of the room, his lightsaber ignited. Surrounding him were the countless bodies of the younglings he had butchered. Some of them weren't even five years old. The burning stench from the lightsaber cuts filled the air, clogging Shaak Ti's nose. Before rage could cloud her reason, she allowed the clarity of the Light Side to envelope her before she threw herself against the traitor.
Their fight seemed to go on for hours. Shaak Ti let the Force guide her hand as she deflected Skywalker's powerful blows and dodged any strike she could not. The fallen Jedi knight was a storm of rage and power, bringing down his blade with ruthless clarity. His sole focus was to kill her and he would do it gladly. The longer they dueled, the more apparent it became who would come out the victor in this exchange. While Shaak Ti had knowledge and experience on her side, Skywalker's sheer determination and endurance were slowly chipping away at her defenses.
All it took was a single overwhelming downward slash to force her lightsaber from her hands and a surprise force push to send her flying into the wall. Sensing her weakness, Skywalker closed in for the kill, but Shaak Ti had one last trick up her sleeve. Forcing herself to her feet, she called upon the Force once again. She gathered the dust and air into a whirlwind enveloping the entire room. Once the storm reached its zenith she hurled it full force at the traitor. The attack sent him flying out of the room into the hallway. By the time he regained his bearings, she was gone.
By the time she managed to commandeer a ship and break past the atmosphere, she could barely keep her eyes open. The grief she thought long dead returned a hundredfold. She could feel them. Throughout the galaxy, she could feel her fellow Jedi being gunned down by the comrades they trusted for years. Their deaths were a scream in the Force that seemed unending. Shaak Ti thought she would go mad if it didn't stop. Yet when it did, she never felt more alone.
Felucia was arguably one of the most inhospitable worlds in the galaxy. Throughout the war, the harsh jungle terrain, deadly diseases, and vicious creatures made it nearly impossible for normal troops to spearhead any kind of long-term mission. It had taken the Republic's troops years to learn how to fight in the exotic environment, which made it the perfect place for someone trying to hide away from the rest of the universe.
Shaak Ti found herself adapting to the exotic environment of Felucia quickly. In many ways, the planet reminded her of her home planet, Shili. However, her quick adjustment was due in large part to reuniting with Samos and Aayal. The two Jedi spent no time finding her the moment they sensed her land on the planet.
After finding a proper place to hide her ship, the two wasted no time in filling her in on the situation. Since finding Aayla on Felucia, Samos made several attempts to find other surviving Jedi. To no avail. Each rumor he followed was either a charlatan scamming desperate people or a trap laid to capture any surviving Jedi. After his latest excursion nearly cost him his life, Aayla forced him to promise to postpone his expeditions for the foreseeable future. That was only a few days before Shaak Ti arrived. It seemed that their new mission was getting her acclimated to the place they now called home.
It took some time, but she began to see Felucia as her home as well. She even gave herself the duty of keeping the traditions of the Jedi Order alive through teaching the natives of the planet. While the Felucians would never be true Jedi, their natural connection to the Living Force made them highly receptive to her teachings. They even came to see her as a spiritual leader among all the tribes. However, that was the only change that had occurred since her arrival.
Shaak Ti began to notice a deepening connection between Samos and Aayla. The two had always been close ever since they were younglings going through basic training, but now it seemed that bond had become more…intimate. There was a closeness to them now that wasn't there before. They would spend hours alone together and even when she was within it felt as if they were a million miles away. The former master couldn't help but feel almost resentful of them. No, not of them, Aayla. Perhaps resentful was too harsh a word. Jealous? Was that what this feeling was?
For quite some time now, she found herself drawn to Samos. She hungered for his presence, reveled in the time they would spend together and she could tell that these feelings weren't only one-sided. She could sense his gaze linger on her when he thought she wasn't looking. Yet despite this, he didn't push further. To her immense frustration. This stalemate lasted until the intervention of an unlikely source.
Aayla found her meditating at her usual spot near what the natives called the Ancient Abyss. Despite its kind's notoriety, the massive Sarlacc was relatively peaceful and surprisingly good company. When the younger Jedi found her, she wasted no time.
"I know you have feelings for Samos," Aayla said. Shaak Ti looked away in shame. The Tw'lek placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's alright."
"It is against the Jedi Code." Even to her ears, the argument sounded half-hearted. The look Aayla gave her made it clear that she heard it as well. She took a seat beside her before continuing.
"As you are likely already aware, Samos and I have already broken those particular tenants. One day, while we were foraging, he told me he loved me. No long conversation, no candlelight dinner, he just came out and said it." Aayla laughed as she recalled the memory. Shaak Ti couldn't help but join her. That was so like him. "When he did I had the same reservations as you. We are taught our entire lives to shun attachment and emotions, yet he was willing to forgo them without a second thought. I couldn't understand. Then he took my hand in his. 'Does this feel wrong?' He asked me. 'Does this?' And then he kissed me. And I kissed back. Then I understood." Aayla gave Shaak Ti a wistful look. "The Jedi Order is gone. Emotions and attachment are the only way we will survive what is to come." The Togruta couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could it be so easy for them? Then she felt Aayla take her hand and intertwine it with hers. "Shaak Ti, you are one of my oldest friends. I care about you. I want you to be a part of what Samos and I share. Don't you?"
She was silent for a moment, just trying to digest all that she heard. Could she agree to this? Should she agree to this? Why shouldn't she? All that she wanted was within arms reach. All she had to do was take it. Finally, Shaak Ti nodded. Aayla gave her a radiant smile.
"Let's go find Samos and show him how lucky he is."
One thing Samos had come to appreciate about his new home beyond the ease with which he and his companions could hide from the empire was the planet's natural wonders. From the exotic, unique vegetation that covered the planet to the fascinating, distinct creatures that roamed the wild. He was in love with the natural beauty of the world.
There really is no place like home. Samos thought as he eased himself into the hot spring. He could feel the tension leave his body as his body acclimated to the warm temperature. Felucia's natural hot springs were his favorite feature of the planet. There was something so soothing about taking a dip after a long day. He let out a sigh of relief as he began to clean the dirt and grime off his body. Only one thing could make it better.
"Forgive me, Samos. I didn't realize that you were already bathing." He turned his head to the source of the voice. A few feet away, Shaak Ti was standing on the opposite end of the spring. Despite himself, his eyes couldn't be drawn to her form. Since coming to Felucia, the Jedi master had discarded her old robes in favor of tribal clothing gifted to her by the natives. Her new attire left little to the imagination, hugging her body and showing off her curved form. Samos couldn't say that he disliked it.
"There's nothing to apologize for," he assured her as he tried to fight down the sudden heat building in him. "I didn't tell you where I was going. Besides, there's no harm done, and it's a free spring." He turned his attention back to washing himself off, an attempt to keep himself distracted.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I join you?" His hand stilled. He could have sworn that he heard the slightest hint of amusement in Shaak Ti's voice. No, that couldn't be right, she was many things, but a tease wasn't one of them. Samos schooled his expression before turning back to her.
"I don't mind at all." Okay, now I know I didn't imagine that. He thought as a coy look flitted across Shaak Ti's face. Keeping her eyes on him, Samos watched as she shed the tan hides that made up her outfit. The top went off first, revealing her large red breast topped with pale white nipples. Her bottoms were the last to fall, his eyes being drawn to her shapely hips as she shimmied out of them. He could feel his mouth drying as she waded her way into the water making her way towards him. Circumstances grew worse when she got within arm's reach and abruptly placed herself in his lap.
"Shaak Ti, what are you-" She cut him off with a finger placed on his lips. That finger was soon replaced with a hand that cupped his face and before he knew it, she was kissing him. He may not have been expecting the kiss, but he recovered quickly and returned the passion with equal measure. Samos let out a groan when he felt a hand wrap itself around his cock. Shaak Ti pulled away from the kiss to give him a smirk as her hand ran up and down his length.
"Are you sure?" Her smirk melted away into a look of pure affection before looking past his shoulder to something behind him. Then he felt a pair of arms wrap around his torso. A pair of lips not belonging to Shaak Ti trailed their way up his neck to his ear.
"We both are." He craned his head to the side and was greeted by Aayla's smiling face. She took his chin in her hand and pressed her lips to his. "She wants to be with you, Samos. We both do. So instead of arguing, just lie back and let us do the work." Seeing no reason to argue, he let himself relax, resting his back against the twi'lek's wet nude form. Feeling left out, Shaak Ti regained his attention with a swift bite to the ear. He jumped before giving her a look that was half scolding half bemused.
With his focus once again on her, she took a firm hold of his cock before lifting herself and placing herself above it. After an affirming nod, she dropped down. Shaak Ti threw her head back and cried out, her voice echoing throughout the surrounding area. She shuddered as she began to bounce up and down on Samos's lap. Refusing to be idle, he tilted his head up to nibble at her neck and jaw. That along with the feeling of her wet body and hardened nipples pressed against his body added up to a fantastic experience for the both of them.
His arms came up to take a firm hold of her hips as he began to thrust up and into her. In response, Shaak Ti rolled her hips hard against him, a competitive gleam coming into her eyes. Samos's hands slid down her hips to take a handful of her plump rear and gave it a hard squeeze which made her tighten around him.
"By the Force, that feels good," she gasped. Samos found his eyes trailing downward to her glorious breasts. The wet rounds orbs bounced and rippled with each movement. He reached up with both hands to grab hold of those tempting delights. He rolled the hard nipples between his fingers causing the Togruta to buck and writhe on top of him.
Samos could feel his climax approaching, and based on the way her tunnel was pulsating around his length, so was she. With one final thrust, the pair cried out in unison, he let loose inside her throbbing clit filling her. Shaak Ti collapsed against him, her forehead pressed against his chest as he held her close. For the next few minutes, they just sat there catching their breath, until someone else demanded his attention.
Samos felt Aayla's hand creep around his body and cup his sack, while her free hand caressed his abs. With his focus now on her, she moved out from behind him and placed herself on the edge of the spring. He watched as she spread her legs wide and revealed her moistening womanhood to him. The sight was all that was needed to revitalize him.
He didn't waste any more time with foreplay, and before he knew it, his cock was buried deep inside her, forcing a cry from Aayla's lips. Still recovering from their coupling, Shaak Ti sat by and watched as the two reveled in each other's embrace. Her eyes were glued to the scene as the two luxuriated in each other's touch, their hands pinching and groping each other, drawing out cries of lust and love. Unconsciously, as she watched her hands began to glide down her body to dripping folds. Before she knew it, she was teasing the outer edges of her womanhood, biting her lower lip to avoid drawing attention to herself as she felt her vigor return.
Aayla was in a state of pure bliss. She had never imagined that sex could feel this pleasurable. It was no wonder that Master Ki-Adi-Mundi had five wives. Forget needing to help continue the population of his species. Sex felt amazing! Feeling Samos pull out of her once again in preparation for another thrust, Aayla wrapped her legs around his waist and in a display of well-honed athleticism, slammed her partner back inside her willing snatch. Before she could tell him to go at her harder, something red entered her vision. Shaak Ti had maneuvered herself above Aayla's head. As her seeded mounds hovered over the Twi'lek's lips, the remnants from her previous coupling dripped down onto her lips. Shaak Ti's only explanation for her actions was the hungry look she gave the woman beneath her.
Understanding her meaning, Aayla drew her head up and ran her tongue along the Togruta's waiting slit. Shaak Ti's hands went to her breasts, cupping them before she found her nipples as she rolled her hips against the woman's hungry mouth.
Samos felt himself building to a climax as one woman writhed beneath him while another pleasured herself in front of him. He knew that he only had seconds before he erupted inside of his lover's cavern. Sensing his impending release, Shaak Ti reached out to cup his face turning his attention toward her before pulling him into a kiss. The former master's lips served to muffle his moans as he released his essence inside Aayla's depths.
Samos made sure to fill his lover with every drop of his seed before pulling out of her. Once he was done he collapsed against the edge of the spring, his heart beating like an orchestral drum in his chest. He felt like he just survived a month-long siege. By the Force, that was satisfying.
He was pulled from his thoughts by a blue hand on his chest. Aayla had pulled herself out from under Shaak Ti and planted herself between his legs. Before he even had a chance to get a word out, Shaak Ti was right next to her. The pair had a matching look in their eyes that made him feel like a womp rat that wandered into a Sarlacc pit.
By the time the trio was done, the sun had set. Sometime between sessions, Samos managed to convince his partners to move their intercourse back home to the small cabin they built. As the two women slept on his chest thoroughly satisfied, his hands busied themselves stroking their lekkus. It was strange. Despite all that had happened, the friends they lost, the struggles they went through, he wasn't worried. Samos had a feeling that everything would be alright.
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