The Grey Jedi, a mandalorian fanfic

Okay, so since I'm still trying to brainstorm ideas and plan out things for the rest of my Descendant of Revan: The Clone Wars story, including character relationships, especially concerning my OC, I've decided to reward you loyal supporters that love the story with a one-shot... taking place many years later after the Clone Wars and taking place in The Mandalorian episode "The Jedi".

I think you can all see where I'm going with this.

Yeah, I'm doing the episode but featuring Jayden Shan in it. It's a one-shot because... well, it's the only Mandalorian thing I'll be doing. I still don't know whether I will do the Ahsoka show featuring Jayden, so until I confirm anything, that's not happening. Oh, and don't try and get confused with the title, Jayden isn't a Jedi nor did he become one at some point, he's just in the Grey area of things at this point.

Also to note; some spoilers for Clone Wars and everything that took place between that and this.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mandalorian. I only own the OC Jayden Shan.

Night had fallen, bringing with it a thick fog that shrouded the dead forest surrounding the city of Calodan. Fearful residents scrambled to find shelter within their homes as the low, hollow tone of a resounding gong filled the air. Gangs of mercenary guards and foot soldiers scrambled for the watchposts on the city's walls. Their chief of operations, a middle-aged man in recycled armor by the name of Lang, watched as flickering red lights unfolded across the foggy forest before the city gate. Panic filled the air, tensions ran high…

This was a city of fear.

On the ground, frightened mercenary troops scrambled to return to the safety of Calodan's walls, turning around ever so briefly to fire off warning shots from their A350 blaster rifles. In their distress, they missed, grew careless, fell into the waiting blades of their pursuer. White Lightsabers flashed through the air, deflecting incoming salvos left and right before they cut through the nearest mercenary, shredding him to pieces as the wielded paused in a defensive crouch. Her cloak disguising her appearance, she watched and waited as the mercenaries continued to run.

And she was not alone.

Two took shelter behind trees, long-since purged of leaves and life by fire, and waited for an opportunity to strike. Their foe took up her own position behind a tree, pausing as she sank into the Force to plan her next move. A simple wave of her hand caused a twig to snap, jerking their heads towards the sound in reaction. The moment they did, the whizzing of cable whipping through the air snagged the neck of one and dragged him off into the fog, his screams abruptly cut short by a sickening crunch of bone. The survivor scrambled for his weapon, only to suddenly be cut down as sizzling white blades hacked through the very tree he hid behind, killing him instantly.

The remains of the tree collapsed, her Lightsabers dissipating as she stepped into the fog and blended in seamlessly, like a ghost walking among the frightened living. Several others thought they might circle around her, three of them using the cover of darkness, the trees and the thick fog to run a large circle around her last known location. They primed their rifles, ready to attack her flank.

Suddenly, two Lightsaber, one blood red, the other purple, came flying out the darkness and fog to impale two of the guards through the chest. The remaining one whirled around, firing blindly into the fog and darkness as the Lightsabers were ripped from the corpses and went back into the darkness while deactivating. Suddenly, the guard heard a step beside him and spun just as his vision was filled with a blood red light, followed by a decapitation.

The handful of survivors burst from the treeline, the walls of Calodan now plainly visible. Lang watched as they crouched behind shattered stumps, training their rifles downrange at the forest where the Jedi was last seen. He was soon joined by Calodan's resident Magistrate, Morgan Elsbeth, stately dressed in robes of black and red and carrying an authoritative spear cast in silver. Another night, another irritation. The Jedi had plagued the former-Imperial's reign for too long and now she truly wanted her dead. Peering out into the darkness, she watched a familiar scene unfold.

The mercenaries scanned the trees, finding nothing. "She's off the scope." One announced.

"What about the other?" Another asked.

"Draw them out." The third directed, training his scopes back on the dead wood. A brilliant flash of white drew his attention, the Jedi instantly appearing beside him as her blades hacked through his body in a cross-formation, cutting him to pieces with ease. She vanished as his fellows turned and fired, their shots streaking through the air but missing entirely as she vanished into the darkness once more.

"I've lost visual!" One of them cried.

"Scan for movement." The other ordered. Then, he started to choke and clutch at his throat as if an invisible hand was gripping his windpipe. He was soon lifted off his feet, legs kicking wildly as he writhed in pain, trying to breathe precious air. There was the sound of something crushing before he dropped dead with an expression of horror, eyes open in death. Startled and scared, the final merc turned and ran for the safety of the city, desperate to escape his inevitable fate.

From her perch, Morgan watched as a pair of white blades flashed to life and deflected red laser rounds, her trooper's rifle sounding over and over again. Then a third white blade flashed to life and all three cut him down as his dying scream filled the night air. Then the blades vanished, and only fog could be seen.

But the Magistrate knew better. This performance had been enacted so frequently she knew every move by heart. Her expression remained motionless, her gaze still intent on the foggy woods before her. Lang glanced towards his employer, curious as to what she might order next.

"Show yourself…" she called to the darkness, "Jedi." Several seconds passed. Nothing could be seen.

Then white blades flared to life again, emerging from the darkness right at Calodan's gate as two figures made themselves known. Her hood thrown back, the orange-skinned Togruta stood tall with her blades in hand, joined by a man a few inches taller than her. He was the most difficult to make out, given he was clad in dark robes of a make long unknown and forgotten. He had his hood up, but what caught the attention of many when seeing this man was the silver and red mask of Mandalorian origin over his face. Unlike other Mandalorian masks and helmets, this mask simply covered the face and had a straight black visor, as expressionless as all masks.

Morgan Elsbeth knew who they were and who she was dealing with. Too many wanted posters had circled the Empire, demanding their capture and death. A more deadly pair could not be found in the galaxy, a duo so renown and so… legendary.

Truly there was no one quite like Ahsoka Tano and Jayden Shan, the latter once known by the terrifying name of Darth Khan in the Clone Wars.

The Magistrate tilted her head, sizing up the stern expression of her foe. "I've been expecting you." She said simply.

"Then you know what I want." The Togruta answered.

"You will learn nothing from me." Elsbeth haughtily spat. Turning to her ally, Ahsoka flicked her head to the side in a simple gesture. Wordlessly, Jayden tossed the bag towards the gate. It was loosely tied and open, its contents spilling across the ground… the heads of a human, a Gran and a Bith.

"If you're going to send hunters, send someone who can put up a fight." The former Sith Lord growled, voice modulated and distorted due to the mask. Many had died hearing that voice. "They didn't waste time screaming before the fighting began."

"You're running out of time, Morgan Elsbeth. Make a choice now before we deprive you of the chance." Ahsoka responded darkly. Turning to her side, Morgan gestured and a pair of guards brought forth a shackled villager, their prisoner in a cruel and unjust game.

"How many lives is the knowledge I possess worth to you?" She asked with a cold smile. Ever the Imperial, the forced sacrifices of others meant nothing to her. "One?" She queried. "Ten? How about… a hundred?" Ahsoka remained emotionless, her expression firm and unwavering in the face of the odds the Magistrate was presenting her. "The lives of these citizens mean nothing to me. Now, because of you, these people will suffer." Morgan promised.

"They already suffer under your rule." Ahsoka declared. "Every ounce of pain you inflict upon them… will be returned to you tenfold. Now surrender, or face the consequences." Morgan allowed herself to smile.

"You dare show your Imperial betters such disrespect? What possible consequences could you ever inflict upon me?" She retorted. Simply turning to her companion, Ahsoka offered him a simple nod. Jayden's arms shot out, Force lightning shooting from his palm and fingertips, and striking the walls as well as two of Morgan's mercenary guards, killing them instantly while Morgan herself and Lang recoiled at the attack in fearful surprise. Then, Morgan felt the brief feeling of something around her windpipe. Not tight enough to cut off her air supply...

But enough for her to get the warning.

Lang did not receive the same, as he was choking from the invisible grip around his windpipe.

Ahsoka's gaze remained neutral as she watched and locked eyes with the Magistrates' once more, leveling her Lightsaber tip at the woman.

"You have one day to decide." She stated. Her message delivered, Ahsoka turned and vanished into the fog, Jayden turned and followed her, mentally releasing his hold on them with the Force. Silence ensured as Morgan softly rubbed her throat while Lang coughed in air. After a few moments, Morgan ordered two more guards to escort the imprisoned civilian off the wall.

"Cage him." She stated, gripping her spear tightly as her expression soured.

"We will be ready when they return." Lang promised.

"Do you know who they are?" Morgan questioned.

"I've seen what they can do. That's all I need to know." He replied, returning his gaze to the woods, perhaps hopeful he might catch a glimpse of the fleeing couple. Morgan did too, venom and hatred in her eyes even though there was nothing to subject it to.

"There's a reason the Empire wanted them dead. My reign will not be comprised by a pair of relics from the Clone Wars." She said. "One way or another, they will die."

The Next Day…

"Go to the city of Calodan on the planet Corvus, there you will find Ahsoka Tano and Jayden Shan." Those were Bo-Katan's words to him and, while it had taken some time and a few detours, he was finally following them through.

The Razor Crest exited hyperspace above the world, blue with whispy white clouds as the ground below was ringed with borders of red fire. From his seat in the cockpit, Din Djarin breathed a sight of relief as he laid eyes on the world below. Maybe now he would finally get some answers that would bring him closer to his mission: returning his ward to his kind.

"Corvus." He mused aloud to the Child seated next to him. "This is the place." He primed several controls on his console. "I've detected a beacon. I'm gonna start the landing sequence, you better get back in your seat." The Child did not respond, glancing around in simple, innocent wonder at the glowing lights and flickering panels. "Hey." Din's words shocked him back to reality. "What did I tell you? Back in your seat." The Mandalorian tasked.

The Child did as asked, crawling off the dashboard and over to the rear chair. He sat quietly and gazed at his protector and father-figure. Then his gaze caught the ball-shaped knob atop a control switch, something he'd turned into a toy in the past, and he sought to entertain himself. Reaching out a clawed, three-digit hand, he closed his eyes and reached out with the Force, the knob slowly unscrewing from the lever.

Piloting the Razor Crest down to the planet's surface, Din guided his craft over the city of Calodan until he found a large enough landing space beyond the city's walls. He set down close to where massive, four-legged herbivores gazed on ashen tree trunks, quite the sight as he and the Child disembarked the ship, the Mandalorian shoulder his Amban phase-pulse disruptor rifle as he did. Din scouted the area first, the Child toddling along beyond him, little metal sphere in hand. Beneath his silver beskar armor, which he never removed, Din scanned the desolate area, taking stock of potential threats and possible hazards. Corvus seemed to be an unwelcoming place and inhospitable at best. How anyone made a living here was beyond him.

Turning back to the Child, he spied the control knob and sighed. "What did I say about that? This needs to stay in the ship." He chided, plucking it from his hands. Offering a noise of disagreement and disappointment, the Child reached desperately for his favourite toy as Din stuck it in his belt. "Not much to see out here." The bounty hunter mused, surveying the land as the Child scampered over to his boots. "Never had dealings with a Jedi before." His knowledge was limited, wrought only from ancient tales and stories deemed disproportionately exaggerated. Din knelt and picked up the little Tridactyl, cradling him within one arm. "Let's head into town, see if we can pick up a lead." He suggested.

The Mandalorian's approach did not go unnoticed by Lang and his mercenaries, waiting for him atop the city's walled entry gate the moment he emerged from the woods, his shiny and spotless beskar armor standing out amid the blackened wastes.

"State your business." The leading merc commanded.

"Been tracking for a few days." Din responded from below.

"Looking for a layover." Behind his simple cloak, the Child sat in a leather pouch, concealed from view.

"Nice armor." Lang complimented. "You a hunter then?"

"That's right." Din answered.

"Guild?"

"Last I checked." His answers satisfactory, Lang turned to his men and ordered the gate opened. The heavy metal panels pulled open on cogwheels and gears, staying open long enough to allow the Mandalorian access before closing again. Revealed to Din was a bleak townscape, a simple market where scurrying locals did their best to avoid eye contact with his visor, ramshackle droids barely functional sitting in low-power modes on either side of the street. The Child took it all in, awed by the wonders of each world his protector visited. "Pardon me, vendor," Din asked as he approached an old woman behind a tabletop, "have you heard of anyone-" without a word, the woman abandoned her position, disappearing into a home without any regard for the Mandalorian's question. Beneath his helmet, Din cocked a brow and grunted in disapproval.

Something was definitely amok here.

He spied a man tending to a pair of children, a boy and a girl, in the adjoining alleyway and made to approach them. "You there," he called out as he drew close, "I need some information. I'm looking for someone." The man regarded him with worn and weathered features for a moment before finishing his work and ushering the children into a dormitory.

"Please, do not speak to them." He begged the Mando. "Or to any of us." Footsteps grew louder behind him, but Din paid no attention.

"Look, I just need to know-" He was cut off by the synthesized voice of two mercenary foot soldiers.

"The Magistrate wants to see you." They ordered Din. Turning around, the bounty hunter took stock of the armed, masked mercenaries. They did not appear to intend harm, but he deemed it best to go along in order to keep the Child safe. They escorted him away, casting a final look at the man he'd been speaking to who bowed his head and cowered in fear.

Djarin was lead to a massive, circular structure within the city, also walled and gated. Leading him down the central road, the entrance to the gate was lined with civilians trapped in electroshock cells that periodically jolted them

"Help… us…" a man weakly rasped before a sudden surge of electricity painfully illuminated his skeleton. Realizing the kind of place he was in, Din steeled himself as the gate before him was opened by another mercenary guard. Seemingly sensing what might be waiting them, the Child himself deeper within the sack as Din entered. The gate sealed behind him, a second opening as he was ushered into a lavish garden that was oddly peaceful and tranquil in comparison to the rest of Calodan. Spotless and clean, a single footpath guided him between two large, ornate ponds towards a woman clad in black and red, standing by some lively green trees.

This place had a very different feel and tone compared to the dirty, fear-ridden streets of the city. So ornate, so lavish, like the best this place had to offer was being kept here.

"Come forward." The woman beckoned without looking. Din did so, reading careful and expecting an attack of some kind. "You are a Mandalorian?" She queried.

"Yes." He answered simply, watching her drop fish food into the pond.

"My name is Morgan Elsbeth, and I am the Imperial Magistrate of Corvus." She offered in introduction. "I have a proposition that might interest you."

"My price is high." Din countered.

"The targets… are priceless." Morgan countered, finally turning and approaching him. "Two Jedi plague me. I want you to kill them." Suddenly registering the keywords he'd been hoping to hear all day, Din decided to pursue this further while guarding his personal interests.

"That's a difficult task." He replied sounding vaguely interested.

"One that you are well-suited for. Far moreso than the others I've sent." Morgan said presumptuously. "The Jedi are the ancient enemy of Mandalore." Her knowledge was present, but Din was none too enthused by her demeanor. The Empire was Mandalore's newest threat to existence.

"As I said, my price is high." He repeated. With a gesture of her arm, Morgan beckoned forth a guardian droid armed with a silver spear. Her same spear she had wielded the previous night. Taking it in hand, she turned it towards the Mandalorian.

"What do you make of this?" She offered, turning it over and around for him to see in its entirety. Morgan held it out, willing to let him see for himself. Cautiously approaching, Din reached out and wrapped his gloved hand around the shaft. The metal was cool and beheld an obvious weight as he shifted its grip within his hands. In fact, there seemed to be something… familiar about it…

Lifting his arm, metal touched metal with a resounding ring, echoing throughout the garden.

"Beskar…" He whispered in awe.

"Pure beskar." Morgan corrected with a simple smile. "Not a single hint of impurity. Like your armor. Kill the Jedi and it's yours." She offered. To most other Mandos, the offer would've been too tempting to ignore. But as he felt the Child rustling around his sack, Din knew he needed to find the Jedi for more beneficial reasons.

"Where can I find these Jedi?" He asked, returning the spear to Morgan's clutches.

With a smile of satisfaction, the Magistrate was all too happy to him everything she knew.

Lang escorted Din out of the city gate, flanked by a pair of guards at the Magistrate's request. Seeing as the Mandalorian was their friend now, Lang saw gift to at least see him off before his potential doom. He'd done so for dozens of others bounty hunters, eager for some fame, fortune, or just a quick buck.

Regardless of their intentions, Lang had never seen any of them ever again.

The Child's gentle cooing stirred his attention and he glanced down at the exposed sack where the infant Tridactyl sat.

"What is that thing?" He wondered.

"I keep it around for luck." Din lied in a dismissive tone. Nodding slightly, the mercenary turned back towards the dead woods.

"You're gonna need it where you're heading." Lang remarked. Din cared little for that and started walking, the sooner he could find these Jedi the better. It had to be the same Ahsoka Tano and Jayden Shan Bo-Katan spoke of, everything was adding up. The Mandalorian ventured off into the woods as Lang and his men returned to the city, the gate sealing shut behind them.

The trek into the deep wood was long and tricky. The burnt-out woods provided no cover from the high sun beating down on the land and the ground was rough and ruined by harsh fires, leading to fallen trees, shattered trucks and uneven rocks lining Din's path. It was treacherous, almost dangerous as the Mandalorian and the Child walked past his ship and deep into the wilds of Corvus. The stench of ash and burned greenery hung thickly in the air and lingering smoke filtered the sun through a brown, smoggy haze.

But the Mandalorian never stopped. He'd never once stopped in pursuit of his quarry and he certainly wasn't going to stop now.

He stopped to linger in an area, disruptor rifle in hand. "Well, these are the coordinates. Keep your eyes peeled." He told the Child, who made a noise of agreement. "We must be close…"

The echoing noises of local fauna filled the empty woods around him, the distant rumbling of native herbivores, the chittering of birds overhead.

In a distant tree, a green-gold Convor bird sat quietly and observantly.

Din's sensors swept across the ground, highlighting torched shrubs, wooden debris and stones, but no footprints. A distant crunch of heavy wood being splintered drew his attention.

"Hear that…?" He wondered. Reaching into his sack, he set the Child down on a nearby stone. "Don't worry. You sit right here, let me see what's out there." He said gently, pulling a macroscope from his belt. Lifting it to his black visor, Din swept left and right as tech readouts spilled through his twin lenses. Soon enough, the rangefinder picked out a small herd of herbivores munching on the remains of trees. "Huh… false alarm." He muttered, spying nothing else wandering in the distance.

That's when he heard the crunch of stone under foot.

Whirling around, Din had no time to react as a boot slammed into his chest, pitching him backwards until he slammed ungracefully into the ground. Getting his bearings, the Mandalorian looked up to see a tall, dark robed being wearing a silver and red mask that looked very Mandalorian in Din's opinion.

With a flick of his hand, the dark robed man had an object in hand and from it came a blood red blade of light, soon pointed at Din's head. "So, Morgan sends a Mandalorian to do her dirty work this time. Well, at least you'll be more of a challenge than the others... just like every other Mandalorian I've encountered." with that, he reared back and swung his weapon.

Din was quick to roll out of the way, raising his forearm to block a strike from the Lightsaber which bounced off his beskar gauntlets harmlessly, and he kicked the being in the chest which sent him back only a step or two. Din got to his feet and drew his pistols, citing the figure to draw another Lightsaber and activate it, a purple blade activating this time as he held them in reverse grip.

"Jayden Shan!" Din shouted, hoping that this man was who he had just named. To his relief, the man did pause. "Bo-Katan sent me. She said I could find Ahsoka Tano and Jayden Shan here."

"Bo-Katan..." The name was muttered with recognition and familiarity as the Lightsabers were lowered and soon switched off. "She sent you for us?"

"Yes." Din nodded, relaxing slightly now that there wasn't a fight about to break out. "I need to speak with you and her."

"I hope it's about him." A female voice cut through the air, bringing the mens' gazes to an orange-skinned middle-aged Togruta, with white facial markings and blue-white headtails, clad in a dark grey cloak, standing near one of the trees with her arms crossed. Her gaze was on the Child, seated on a nearby stone.

"Are you Ahsoka Tano?" Din inquired. The Togruta nodded.

"I am." She affirmed. "And I see you've met my husband, Jayden." The man reached up and pushed his hood down, gripped the mask and removed it from his face to reveal a human one with a growing beard and short, combed back, black hair. "Jayden is... very protective of me at times."

"With good reason, you can be a little more stubborn than necessary at times." Jayden remarked, inciting a fond eye-roll from his wife. Ahsoka's gaze then turned back to the Child and she approached, offering the little being a small, soft smile. As a mother herself, she had become quite fond of children, and seeing the little Tridactyl brought back all sorts of memories, namely ones of Grandmaster Yoda. He reached for her, cooing softly. Ahsoka smiled again in simple, wholesome delight.

That evening… A lone moon illuminate Corvus with a pale glow, the forest remaining barren and practically lifeless save for a single alternate light. Lit only by a glowlamp, Ahsoka and the Child sat by themselves, within visual distance of the wary Din who paced back and forth. With the antsy Mandalorian sat Jayden, who watched the proceedings between his wife and the Child with careful eyes, yet holding a soft, loving look deep within them. However, Jayden was also listening in on the coversation through his Force bond with Ahsoka.

I remember you from the class of younglings during the Clone Wars.

The masters were teaching me to use the Force. They said I was strong, but not ready for a Lightsaber.

You managed to hide from the Empire.

I hid my powers away. I passed myself off as an infant. It has worked so far.

Do you think it is time to renew your training?

This Mandalorian seeks to return me to the Jedi. But I know the Jedi are dead and gone.

There may be some out there. It is new age, the Empire is dying. Hope lives in the galaxy again.

"What do you think they're doing?" Din suddenly asked him, bringing Jayden from his silent eavesdropping as he glanced at the Mandalorian.

"Using the Force to speak." He answered simply. "Ahsoka and I have done that a few times when we need to have a private chat that we don't want others to hear. It helps that we share a Force bond that connects us in ways unlike anything. It's called a Dyad. She's the Light, I'm the Darkness. Our bond... it allows us to do all sorts of things together; share power, talk across vast distances..." Din paused to consider that, dwelling on these new and alien concepts. Ahsoka occasionally turned to look at the two, confusing Din but Jayden knew better. He shifted his power once more.

Darkness surrounds your companion. He is a dark man.

He's been in darkness for most of his life with only a fraction of light within him. But that grew when I stepped into his life. He has mastered both the Light and the Darkness, but they will forever wage a constant war within him.

He is a Sith?

Once. But no longer.

I do not trust him.

Then trust me instead.

"She called you her husband. How… long have you two been married for?" Din curiously inquired. Jayden turned to him. "If you don't mind me asking." The Mando quickly proffered.

Jayden grunted. "We married just before the fall of the Republic and the purge of the Jedi. Like any marriage, we have some rough patches, but we've made it through them together. To this day I still wonder how a woman like her could've loved someone like me after everything I've done. Thirty years... and she still loves me." He chuckled a little, still unable to believe how his wife is the same Togruta that had tried to kill him numerous times during the Clone Wars. "But, I don't regret falling in love with her, nor the two pride and joys she gave me."

"Kids?" Din asked, wondering if that last part was referring to that.

Jayden nodded. "A boy and a girl. They're off doing their own thing in parts of the galaxy, helping the New Republic or just helping those who need help in general. Doing better than what their old man did." Jayden muttered with resentment at himself. No matter how much he's changed, no matter the life he now leads and the path he walks in the Light and Dark Side, he will forever resent the monster he had been during the Clone Wars, who had taken so many lives without mercy or remorse.

There was silence for several more seconds as Jayden and Din continued to watch Ahsoka and the Child before Din spoke up. "I have to ask... that mask you wore..." Jayden glanced down at where his mask was seated next to him. "it's Mandalorian."

"Ancient Mandalorian, I'd say." Jayden said, picking the mask up. "Worn by a Mandalorian over 3,000 years ago. However, during the Mandalorian Wars, that warrior was killed and another donned this mask, a Jedi... named Revan."

Din shifted a little at the name, recognising it from some ancient texts he had managed to read from whatever was left of their people after the fall of Mandalore. "Revan... that's a name spoke with respect, disgust and fear by the Mandalorians."

"I'm not surprised." Jayden said with a small smile. "Revan was no ally of the Mandalorians and forced them to accept terms to end the Mandalorian Wars. Doesn't help that he defeated Mandalore the Ultimate. I've been given the same feelings shared towards him... given I am his descendant."

"What?" Din wasn't expecting that.

Jayden just shrugged a little. "I wear his mask, his robes, wield his Lightsabers, all of which were perfectly safe within his tomb. Something I still don't understand to this day." He mused before refocusing his gaze to his wife, watching her smile broadly as she focused on the Child. It had been some time since he last saw her so at peace, so happy. "You know, I was there on Mandalore when it was liberated, me, Ahsoka, and Bo-Katan. We were there."

"So that's how you knew her." Din determined. Jayden nodded.

"It was the final year of the Clone Wars, I was no longer fighting for the Separatists as I had the past two years of it but nor was I a Jedi." Jayden glanced at Din. "They call me a Jedi simply because I wield the Force and have Lightsabers, but back then, most called me The Grey Knight. A title to symbolise my path of walking between Light and Darkness, and I helped those that needed it, affected by the war." He looked back at the Child and hummed. "You know, I've only met one other like him."

"Really?" Din asked, curiously.

"Yes, he was also a Jedi, named Yoda." Jayden said with a small huff.

"And... what was he like?" Din asked, seeing Jayden's reaction.

"Annoying." Was all that he got in response.

Ahsoka suddenly stood, and met the Child's reaching arms as she lifted him off of his rock. Taking the glowlamp in her other hand, Ahsoka returned to the two men. She set the Child down and sat across from them.

"Your… husband tells me you can understand him. That he speaks in a way only you can hear." Din said, almost timidly.

"In a way." Ahsoka affirmed. "Grogu and I can feel each other's thoughts."

"Grogu?" Din repeated, his head tilted in mild confusion. As if on cue, the Child turned towards him, ears perked up at the use of his name.

"Yes. That's his name." Ahsoka said. Din stared at the Tridactyl for a moment, fascinated by how new and different the Child seemed with the simple use of his true name. All he'd ever known him by was 'kid' or something similar. But now he was someone. He was Grogu.

"Did you know him from the Temple?" Jayden inquired, arms crossed.

"I'd seen him a few times around the Temple." Ahsoka replied. "But we'd never met before." Her sapphire blue eyes rose to meet Din's visor. "He was raised in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, during the Clone Wars." She explained to him. "Many masters trained him over the years. At the end of the wars, when the Empire rose to power, he was hidden. Allies of the Jedi, the Kilvaari Family, took him from the Temple and tried to hide him. After that his memories become… dark. He seemed lost. Alone." They were feelings Ahsoka knew all too well and her gaze met Jayden's. Between them, shared memories flickered through their bond, moments of trial and hardship, when every decision meant life or death. Amber-green met blue as voices and images flashed between them, memories of a hard life. A difficult life.

But it had also strengthened their marriage.

"I've only known one other being like him." She told Din. "A wise Jedi master."

Turning back to the infant Grogu, she smiled in recognition of so many of Master Yoda's traits. They brought back more memories, memories of a good life. A time before the galaxy became so dark. Grogu briefly shared her thoughts and smiled a little in recognition of the Grandmaster who shared the same species as he did. "Can he still wield the Force?" She inquired of the Mandalorian.

"You mean his powers?" Din wondered. Ahsoka smiled slightly as his naivety.

"The Force is what gives him his powers." She gently explained. "It is an energy field created by all living things. To wield it takes a great deal of training and discipline."

"I've seen him do things I can't explain." Din admitted. "But… my task was to bring him to a Jedi." He elaborately. Ahsoka's gaze fell slightly.

"The Jedi Order fell a long time ago." She replied.

"So did the Empire. Yet it still hunts him." Din urged. "He needs your help." His instance weighed on the Togruta and Ahsoka challenged his pleas internally. Jayden could sense her turmoil and knew its roots well. The last year of her time as a Jedi had resulted in many things she simply could not reconcile even after all these years. She turned towards Grogu, who had fallen asleep where he sat, appearing so cute and docile with his eyes closed.

"Let him sleep." She decided. "I'll test him in the morning." With that, Ahsoka rose and made to leave, Jayden getting up and following her away from Din and Grogu. The Mandalorian watched them go before turning back to the sleeping Grogu. Marveling at his name one final time, he decided to make camp for the night.

Jayden and Ahsoka left them behind as they made for their little camp not far away. Arriving at the simple bedroll and packs of supplies, Ahsoka paused and stared out into the moonlit woods and Jayden chose now to finally speak his mind.

"I know what you're thinking." He said, watching her closely.

"I'm that open, am I?" Ahsoka remarked with a small, humorless smile.

"With how long we've been together even before we got married, there would be something wrong if you weren't like an open book to me as I am to you." Jayden said, walking up and wrapping his arms around her from behind, allowing her to lean against his chest with a content feeling flowing through their bond. "You think it'll be just like with Sabine."

Ahsoka closed her eyes at that, remembering the brief time she took Sabine as her Apprentice. Not to be a Force-wielder, for Sabine wasn't Force-sensitive yet she still took her own. She had tried to implore Jayden to do it, but he had his reasons for refusing. He always claimed that he could never be a good Master, nor did he wish to have an Apprentice. His life simply had too much darkness and blood in it for him to be someone's Master. Ahsoka knew the real reason why, as it was just the same when he learned her being pregnant the first time.

He was afraid.

Afraid of becoming as worse as Dooku if he took on Apprentice, afraid of becoming Darth Khan once again, afraid for their children ending up like him given he had been in darkness for most of his life.

"I walked away from her, Jayden." Ahsoka said quietly. "She thinks I gave up on her, yet I felt she was not ready to begin the path of a Jedi."

Jayden said nothing, unsure of what words to say to comfort his wife. He only expressed his emotions through their bond, showering her with the love and fondness he felt for her as he kissed her forehead. Together they sank down on the bedroll and Jayden remained awake as Ahsoka drifted off to sleep, as he had done ever since their first night on this planet.

The next morning…

Once everyone was awake, Ahsoka shed her heavy cloak and led the others to a mossy area where green was slowly retaking the land from ashen black debris. The spot of color was a welcome change of pace and it would make good training grounds for Ahsoka's plans for Grogu. The young Tridactyl seemed particularly up to the task, cooing in curious excitement in Din's arms. Ahsoka couldn't help but smile as she laid eyes on him, the Togruta fondly recalling each of her children when they were his age.

"Let's see what knowledge is lurking inside that little mind." She mused with a smile, gently tapping his little nose. Pointing to a nearby stone, she let the Mandalorian set Grogu down while she collected a stone from the ground, Jayden taking up a distant position leaning against the trunk of a fallen tree. Turning around and catching the Tridactyl's wide dark eyes, she turned the stone over in her hand, the Force keeping it even when her palm was facing him. Grogu's gaze perked up and he watched it with rapt fascination as Ahsoka used the Force to slowly moved the stone through the air between them until Grogu caught it between his little hands. "Return the stone to me, Grogu." She softly commanded, holding out her hand to him. It was a simple exercise she'd walked her children through once they were of age. Her son and daughter had all learned how to master their powers while also coming to terms with the valuable lesson of letting go.

Grogu, however, was a little slower than they had been.

"He doesn't understand." Din muttered, both Jayden and Ahsoka sensing how thin his patience was.

"He does." Ahsoka promised, leaving her arm held out. She met Grogu's gaze. "It's okay. The stone, Grogu. Pass the stone to me." She gently urged. Grogu still clung to the rock, his expression a mixed one and his concentration waning. For too long had he concealed his powers and shut out his Jedi teaching. The stone soon fell from his hands and Din loosed an annoyed huff.

Ahsoka lowered her arm and strode over to him, kneeling before the downcast child. Taking his hand in hers, she was able to read his emotions through the Force. "I sense much fear in you." Ahsoka pointedly noted. Grogu looked up and together they spoke telepathically.

We are your friends. All of us. You are safe, you can use your powers freely here.

I know. But… it has been so long…

With a nod of understanding, Ahsoka rose and turned back to Din. "He's hidden his abilities to survive over the years. He's come to equate them with being discovered. With fear." She described. The Mandalorian could see the connection but struggled to comprehend it. After a moment of thought, a thought came to the Togruta. "Let's try something else. Come stand over here." She suggested. Din looked to Grogu but the child did not move.

"He's stubborn." He excused, thinking he might have to get up and move Grogu himself.

"Not him. You." Ahsoka corrected. Din turned to her in surprise, questioning her motives. "I want to see if he'll listen to you. The two of you have been together for some time, yes?"

"Ever since I found him." Din replied. Their story was much longer and far more complicated than that, but it was the basic gist of their journey.

"A Force-sensitive like him can develop a strong relational bond with someone who they spend a great deal of time with. You're the first person Grogu has ever truly known in years." Ahsoka described. Din slowly moved towards her.

"So… what, we have a thing like you and your husband have?" He asked, trying to piece everything together. Ahsoka smiled at his attempt.

"To a much lesser degree, yes." She answered. "The Force is strongly tied to emotion. If Grogu looks up to you and thinks highly of you, you may be the key to his abilities." Din shrugged.

"If he actually listens to me, that'd be a first." He remarked.

"I like firsts." Ahsoka replied. Her gaze then shifted to beyond Din, over to where her husband stood. "Good or bad, they're always memorable." She mused with a smirk. A slight smirk came over his face as he caught on to her double-entendre and Jayden offered her a wink in response. Their moment over, Ahsoka passed a stone over to Din. "Now hold the stone out in the palm of your hand, and tell him to lift it up." The Mandalorian, slightly out of his element, willfully did so.

"Alright kid, lift the stone." He tasked. Ahsoka leaned over to him.

"Grogu." She corrected before stepping away. Loosing a breath, Din shook his head and tried again.

"Grogu," the child immediately perked up at the mention of his name, a good and helpful sign to Din, "come on. Take the stone." He urged. But Grogu did not and his head slipped down once more. Din huffed in frustration. "You see? I told you, he's stubborn." He told Ahsoka, casting the rock aside.

"Try to connect with him." The Togruta suggested. Turning back to his youthful charge, the one who he was seemingly doing everything for, Din set his hands on his hips and started thinking. Something needed to bridge the gap between them. They needed common ground, something they both knew or understood, difficult given Grogu's inability to speak coherent Basic.

But then Din remembered something and he withdrew the metal knob from his belt, Grogu's favourite time-killing toy.

"Grogu…" he said in a nearly sing-song tone, immediately catching the child's attention. Grogu looked up and reached, his expression lightening at the sight of the metal sphere. "Do you want this? Well, go ahead." Din offered. Grogu reached a little harder, his clawed fingers widening. "That's right, take it." The Mandalorian encouraged. "Come on, you can have it. Come on…" Grogu's eyes narrowed slightly and he tugged his hand back, the sphere whipping across the space as he plucked it from Din's fingers and into his hand."Good job! Good job, kid!" Din applauded as he quickly strode over to the little Tridactyl, impressed by his power. Ahsoka watched them thoughtfully, recognizing the power in the friendly bond they shared. She'd sensed this before, many times. The simple emotions behind little interactions giving way to a powerful nature in the Force.

Once upon a time, she'd shared something similar with her former Master.

"You see that?" Din wondered, drawing her attention back to them. "That's it, I knew you could do it." He congratulated Grogu, who cooed in response.

"He's formed a very strong attachment to you." Ahsoka noted watching them interact and sensing their bond. "I cannot train him." She said at length. Din turned around sharply shocked by her words.

"What? Why not? You've seen what he can do."

"For many reasons." Ahsoka replied. "I am no longer a Jedi. I left that path ages ago." She explained. As she did, Jayden got up and strode over to his wife, ensuring he was visibly taking her side. "Many people call me such because they have no other word, or assume too much. The same with Jayden. I walk a different path now. I cannot train Grogu."

"Can't? Or won't?" Din questioned. Ahsoka did not respond, merely turning around and walking away again.

"What about you?" Din questioned Jayden before he could turn and follow his wife. "Won't you train him?"

"No." Jayden shook his head. "No for the same reasons as Ahsoka... the kid's better off not learning under me. I'm sorry." He turned and followed his wife. But Din wasn't about to let them leave so easily.

"The Magistrate sent me to kill you." He called after them. The couple stopped and slowly turned, Jayden narrowing his eyes as his hand gripped one of his hanging Lightsabers on his belt. "I didn't agree to anything, and I'll help you with your problem." Din quickly elaborated. "So long as you see to it that Grogu is properly trained." The two paused, considering his offer and his information. Then, Jayden pulled Ahsoka into a private conference.

We could send him to Skywalker. Jayden said through their bond.

I don't know how to contact him. Ahsoka said.

The Mandalorian has connections, surely one of them runs as far as the New Republic. Someone will know how to reach him. Jayden pointed out. Ahsoka nodded slowly, a thought coming to her that slowly blossomed into a plan. "I think I have an idea." She mused, looking up with a familiar twinkle in her eyes.

Agreeing to the Mandalorian's terms, Ahsoka and Jayden walked with him back towards Calodan. The trip across the torched landscape was as arduous as it had been Din's first time.

But while they walked, they planned.

"She has a small army of guards armed with A350 blaster rifles, two HK-Eighty-Seven assassin droids, and a hired gunfighter. He reads ex-military to me." Din described. "Combined, not even your laser swords would be able to protect you from all that firepower."

"I've faced worse odds than that and larger numbers." Jayden said with confidence. Ahsoka smiled.

"It wouldn't be the first time we've been alone against an army." She said. "We have a few tricks up our sleeves to cover us."

"You think I'm just here to watch? I said I'll help and I will." The Mando added.

"Appreciated. We'll need someone to cover our flanks. The Magistrate is not to be underestimated." Jayden added in a cautionary tone.

"Yeah, about that… Who is she? She offered me a staff of pure beskar to kill you both." Din wondered. They paused and Ahsoka leaned against a tree.

"Morgan Elsbeth. She was a pro-Republic businesswoman who turned pro-Imperial after the war." She answered. It was simple and straightforward, but Jayden could elaborate further.

"During the Clone Wars her people were massacred during a Separatist invasion. She survived and let her anger fuel an industry which helped build the Imperial starfleet." He described. "She's a holdout of that regime. And a dangerous one too."

"She's plundered worlds, destroying them in the process. All in the name of the Imperial remnant." Ahsoka continued. "It was her company that engineered the World Devastators; machines that can kill a planet while turning its remains into useable resources." Din glanced at the dead trees and scorched earth around them.

"Yeah… looks like she's still in business." He remarked.

"She needs to be stopped, one way or another." Jayden continued. "We're here to do just that."

"When you were in the city, did you see any prisoners?" Ahsoka inquired of the Mandalorian. Din nodded.

"I saw three villagers strung up just before the inner-gate."

"We must find a way to free them." Ahsoka determined and Jayden gave a short nod of agreement. "A Mandalorian, a Jedi, and a Grey Knight? They'll never see it coming." Din remarked. Sharing a mutual smile with Ahsoka, Jayden patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm starting to like the way you think, bounty hunter." He commented.

Later that night…

A double guard had been posted to the walls of Calodan that night, each of them fully armed and training their rifles on the forest as the dark of night fell across the land. They were all expecting the Jedi to fully live up to her promise and they all had their lives on the line should they fail in any regard.

So when Ahsoka and The Grey Knight burst from the treeline, sprinting towards the walls, they were prepared.

"It's them! Sound the alarm!" The guard captain ordered. One of them grabbed a hammer and proceeded to pound the gong, sounding a simple chime across the city as his fellows opened fire. But Ahsoka and Jayden proved too nimble and too quick, using the Force to scale the wall in record time without injury.

Ahsoka lashed out with a kick that smashed into a guard's face, knocking him sideways before her sabers cut him down. Jayden spung over her, red Lightsaber activating as he landed and threw it into the chest of another guard.

Husband and wife charged down opposite ends of the walls, carving their way through the guards with ease as their blades made quick work of their cheap and shoddy defences. Using the Force to rip the weapon out of one merc, a flick of her wrist sent it smashing into a merc behind Ahsoka, taking him out instantly. Frightened, the survivor ducked away as another took aim and attacked her, the Togruta spinning her blades around in a quick defensive formation before she drew close enough to land a roundhouse kick that knocked his head into the edge of the wall, leaving a splatter of blood in its wake.

Sensing a ripple in the Force, she turned as the gong-user tried to attack her with his hammer, only for a purple blade to pierce through his chest. Jayden called his blade back to him with the Force while ripping his red one out of the body of another guard he had killed, a line of them strewn along the way he had come. He twirled his blades to hold them in reverse.

He turned his masked face towards his wife as his hood flowed a little. "You want to knock?" Deactivating her blades, Ahsoka bade him to do so with a mere gesture of her hand. Turning off his purple blade, Jayden swung his red Lightsaber diagonally, cutting through the gong, the resounding cacophony spreading across the otherwise silent city. In response, the private army of the Magistrate was emptied, quickly taking up formation before the inner-gate as Lang arrived with a blaster of his own at the ready. Then the gate opened and Elsbeth herself emerged, flanked by her twin assassin droids.

Sharing a nod, Jayden and Ahsoka dropped down into the street.

Elsbeth's droids quickly took aim, only for her to call them off. Standing tall, powerful and unafraid, husband and wife strode forward side by side, both of them ready to move at a moment's notice. They knew not to underestimate the Magistrate and had fought many similar Imperials before. Experience was on their side, as were skill, talent, and raw power. For unseen and unbeknownst to Morgan and her army, their Force power moved in a circular fashion through their bond. Light poured into dark, dark fed into light, their dead growing in strength as they prepared to fight.

Finally, they stopped in unison, only a few feet from Morgan's assembled forces. Villagers within their homes watched in fearful awe of the standoff, questioning what might unfold next.

"Time's up." Ahsoka announced. As she did, Jayden reached behind him and threw a piece of metal that clattered across the ground, slowing to a halt to reveal Din's beskar paldron, emblazoned with his Clan Mudhorn crest.

"A Mandalorin. As much of a challenge as the many Mandos I've killed before him." Jayden stated.

"Your bounty hunter failed." Ahsoka continued. "Tell me what we want to know. Where is your master?" She demanded. Elsbeth did not respond, the corner of her mouth curled into a sneer.

"I won't have a Separatist war criminal and his xeno whore telling me what to do." She snarled. She turned to Lang. "Kill them both… but start with her."

"Love to." He replied. The order made clear, he and his men raised their weapons and opened fire.

Jayden stood in front of Ahsoka and raised his hand, freezing every blaster bolt in the air with the Force, then he pushed his hand back and send the bolts right back at the shooters, some of them quickly ducking for cover before they could get hit, others not so lucky to do so. Jayden then shot his hands out, powerful force lightning blasting from his hands and striking the two assassins droids who were rendered scrap metal after a few strikes of the lightning. Jayden lowered his arms as the feeling of fear was in the air upon seeing the power of the man formerly known as Darth Khan.

"Medicore." Jayden scoffed. Ahsoka took advantage of the moment to leap up onto a rooftop, drawing their fire as she brandished her twin blades. Red met white and bounced away as she deflected every shot with ease, her skills honed throughout the Clone Wars until she was the undisputed master of dual-bladed Reverse Shien.

Her husband chose to take his own approach.

Charging the ranks of the mercenaries, Jayden threw his Lightsabers, cutting down two as he leaped into the air to catch his blades, blocking any shots fired at him effortlessly before descending on a mercenary unfortunate enough to be in his landing zone.

"I'll handle this." Lang promised the Magistrate. "When you're done, kill them all. Go door to door." She ordered, referring to the citizens. Lang nodded in acceptance and raised his weapon, priming the charge settings before unleashing a triple-scattershot round upon the Grey Knight. Morgan removed herself from the action, returning to her protective enclave as her guards stood vigilant on either side.

Jayden whirled around to kick Lang's scatterblaster out of his hands, then twirled his blades to stab them into a pair of merceanries while on one knee. He ripped his blades out as he stood, then whirled around to decapitate another, and threw his red saber into the chest of a fourth. He casually called it back with the Force, catching it in his right hand without looking. Realizing their efforts were fruitless, they started splitting up, dicing their numbers into squads and spreading out across the city.

Applying the Force into his legs, Jayden dashed at the first group he saw and descended upon them before they knew what hit them, cutting one's head off, sliced off a leg and arm followed by piercing the heart, then threw his sabers around him in a circle that killed all but one of the group. The remaining one was trembling as Jayden caiught his blades and approached, casually deflecting any shot from the mercenary's rifle before he was impaled into the wall by the Lightsabers, which were then ripped out sideways, leaving marks on the wall as the body joined the others on the ground.

Ahsoka had gone off in pursuit of another group, getting the drop on them from behind and igniting her blades at the last possible second before she started carving through their ranks. Elaborate slashes and fanciful deflections allowed her to make short work of the groups defences and a few Force-enhanced throws and pulls allowed her to handle them with ease, the remnants quickly taking fearful flight down the alley and towards the city square. She disappeared into the cityscape, vanishing out of sight by the time Lang and his crew came around.

A small cadre of footsoldiers kept moving, darting around the corners of buildings, primarily focused on survival and escaping. Rounding one corner, they surged right into the dark form of Jayden. A single swing of his red blade cut one mercenary into two halves. He twirled, deflected a shot, and stabbed a second through the head with his purple blade. The remaining merc fired away. each shot deflected by Jayden who twirled his blades and lunged forward, impaling both through the merc and he ripped the body into two halves.

As the Magistrate's private forces were dealt with, Din arrived via his jetpack as he set down amidst the hapless civilians imprisoned outside the inner gate. Drawing his IB-94 blaster pistol, he promptly shot both of the gate guards before he made landfall. It was at that moment a door opened and a civilian entered the street-turned-battlefield, the same man who told him not to talk to any of them. "Are you alright?" He asked.

"Better now." He replied. "Thank you… Thank you so much."

"We're not done yet." Din replied. "What's your name?"

"Wing." The man responded quickly.

"Help me get them down." Din tasked, quickly moving to the first electrocage. Wing joined him and together they disabled the components and engaged the safeguards, allowing them to free the man trapped inside. Echoing blasterfire sounded distantly behind them, followed by the humming of Lightsabers and the screams of dying mercenaries. One by one they freed each citizen, another man and a woman, until each cage was empty. "Get inside, all of you." He ordered, Wing quickly guiding them into his home.

Down at the far end of the street, one mercenary ran into the open as bits and pieces of another fell on the road behind him, killed by Ahsoka's Lightsabers. The survivor tried to escape, only to be cornered by Jayden as he emerged from an opposite alleyway. Caught between both powerful warriors, the mercenary didn't stand a chance as Ahsoka used the Force to rip his rifle from his hands as Jayden crossed the distance between them in a few wide strides and caught him. Grabbing him by the neck, the Grey Knight lifted him high off the ground, the mercenary dangling in his grip as he flailed wildly. He turned to Ahsoka and spoke through their link.

What do you think? Let him live?

He's killed too many and inflicted too much suffering. She replied with a slow shake of her head. Nodding in simple acceptance, Jayden turned back to his victim and swung his red Lightsaber upwards, cleaving the body into two from the lower body up to the head. The corpse hit the ground with a wet thwap, blood spilling everywhere. With the last of the mercenaries dead, Ahsoka and Wraith quickly rejoined Din.

"That's all of them?" The former Sith inquired.

"Yeah, there weren't any others." The Mandalorian affirmed.

"We haven't encountered their captain yet. Make sure he doesn't go after the civilians." Ahsoka tasked as she made for the door, Jayden right behind her. Summoning the Force, they both lept up to the edge of the wall, taking a stand on the stone construct just as Lang emerged from one of the alleys. He stopped, pausing in shock as he laid eyes on the very much alive Mandalorian, flanked by the imposing statures of Jayden Shan and Ahsoka Tano standing above the inner gate. Without a word they disappeared over the side, leaving the two alone.

"So you threw in with the Jedi…" He realized.

"Looks that way." Din answered with a simple shrug.

Morgan stood beside her garden, listening to the wind as it rustled the trees and stirred up the waters of her ponds. She moved only when the sound of boots crunching against stone drew her attention to the main gate of her compound, where Jayden and Ahsoka stood ready. Her lip twitching in a snarl, the Magistrate remained silent as she moved to properly face them, clenching her spear tightly.

Jayden turned to his partner. "You wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?" He wondered. Cocking her head slightly, sizing up the Magistrate, Ahsoka started moving.

"I'm up for a challenge." She answered. Jayden nodded and stood still, watching his lover advance towards Elsbeth only to pause an equal distance away from her.

Knowing what was to come, the two women shed their outer robes, Elsbeth remaining clad in a stately red dress while Ahsoka revealed her bare shoulders, her outfit made so for better flexibility. Removing her hilts from her belt, the Togruta ignited her twin blades, columns of pearly white illuminate the stone walkway as she strode closer to the Magisatrate. Gripping her spear with both hands, Morgan retained her stern expression and refused to back down. The women stood only a few feet away by the time they stopped, Ahsoka twirling her blades into a ready position as Morgan rammed the tip of the spear into the ground letting a metallic clang fill the air as she raised it high and poised to strike.

The moment she moved, Ahsoka was ready.

Beskar met Lightsaber, sparks erupting as the weapons struck and Ahsoka held her own with a single blade. Morgan allowed herself to smirk, the same look of cocky smugness she'd shown many times before, as she tried to strike again. This time, however, Ahsoka parried and pushed back, her blade grinding against Beskar and forcing Morgan to think again.

She withdrew, stepping back as Ahsoka did likewise. The little taps were mere feelers, testing each other's skill and finesse before things truly began. The women swayed back and forth, watching, waiting, like two predators circling one another, looking for an opportunity to strike. Morgan took her first chance, bringing her spear down from above as Ahsoka crossed her blades to block her…

The sound of combat filtered outside to the courtyard, where Din and Lang continued their standoff. The mercenary edged closer to the bounty hunter.

"Who d'you thinks gonna win?" He asked, calling out over the wind. Din stayed silent, appearing stoic and immovable. "Could be your side… Could be my side." Lang mused. Feminine grunts and cries mixed with metal clanging and the sizzling hum of Lightsaber blades, filling the air as the Mandalorian still said nothing. Lang appeared nervous and twitchy, his eyes darting back and forth as he moved slowly towards Din. "I got no quarrel with you, Mandalorian." He stated.

"That's far enough." Din countered, one hand reaching out to halt the mercenary while the other reached for his holstered pistol. Lang promptly halted, knowing the current limits yet willing to test them.

"You and I… we're a lot alike." He continued. "Willing to lay our lives down for the right cause… which this is not." He mused, trailing off and hoping he had something for the bounty hunter to consider…

Neither woman held back, rapid jabs and swings causing weapons to collided in brilliant flashes as Ahsoka and Morgan went back and forth amid their duel. Neither of them were willing to give in and neither of them were showing signs of strain or fatigue. Ahsoka knew from research that this woman was talented. She'd been trained well, and recalled as much as she frontflipped over a swing intended to knock a Lightsaber out of her hands. She went on the offensive again, swinging her blades as Morgan parried each incoming blow, her footwork swift and talented, the mark of a skillful combatant.

Her master had been very thorough in his instruction. She had learned from the best and was applying it all to this fight.

Parrying Ahsoka's strike, Morgan flipped her spear around and caught her hilt, knocking it out of her hands and sending it flying into the nearby pool. The Magistrate held her at spearpoint with a wild, wicked gleam in her eyes and a confident smile on her face as Ahsoka backpeddled. In a flash, Jayden stepped forward with his Lightsaber in hand, ready to intervene.

But Ahsoka shot him a simple look, the light in her eyes undiminished and her expression as certain and strong-willed as ever. A non-verbal exchanged passed between husband and wife in that moment and Jayden allowed his grip on his weapon to relax.

She could do this. She did not need him yet.

Gripping her shoto tightly, memories from her early years in the Clone Wars came rushing back. She fought with one saber for years, she could do so again here and now. Elsbeth remained on the offensive, trying to push her back as Ahsoka switched to a reverse grip, her preferred favourite and the one technique she had pioneered. Morgan struck and Ahsoka parried, quickly weaving her blade back and forth as she pushed back against the Magistrate, forcing Elsbeth to backpeddle as she took a turn on the offensive. Using a single blade made her quicker and more adept, able to strike and move with renewed skill and technique. Morgan grew desperate and clumsy as Ahsoka used her free hand to grab the spear.

Hooking her shoto around the tip, she flung the weapon to the ground, ripping it out of the Magistrate's hand.

Morgan froze in stunned shock, standing rigidly still as Ahsoka's blade hovered dangerously close to her throat. The victorious Togruta retained her stone-face expression as her eyes bored into the Magistrate's. "Now tell me… where is your master?" She demanded. "Where… is Grand Admiral Thrawn?" A brief moment passed as Morgan accepted her defeat in combat, but she offered the Togruta a haughty look of arrogant superiority.

"It will take more than victory to pry that information from me, you skank." She spat. A brief few seconds of silence followed before Ahsoka lowered her Lightsaber.

"I figured as much." She mused calmly, striding past Morgan as she deactivated her blade. "Your turn, Jayden." On cue, the former Sith Lord strode forward and shot his hand out, lifting Morgan off her feet with the Force and cutting off her windpipe.

"Last chance." He growled, hand slowly beginning to clench. "Where is he?"

"I-I... w-will... tell you... nothing!" Morgan choked out vehemently.

Jayden was silent as they stared at her. "That's what many others have said before you." Mentally, he willed her closer with the Force until she was within reaching distance and he placed his hand against her head and began the process of forcing his way into her mind, intending on finding out what she knows. The process was painful, given that it was being done without consent and forced upon, which means breaking into the mind is very... painful.

The pitched screams of the Magistrate rose in tone until she was shrieking in terror, her cries filling the air and spelling a definitive end to the struggle for Calodan. Hearing this, Lang realized he had no choice now.

"Sounds like you win." He remarked to his opponent. Holding out his blaster, he knelt slowly and laid his weapon down for Din to see. Satisfied with his surrender, Din let his hand move and slip away from his pistol. With a grin, Lang's hand jerked behind him as he reached for his holdout pistol.

In the fraction of a second, however, Din had drawn, taken aim, and fired. The single bolt pierced Lang's flimsy armor and killed him instantly, knocking him flat on his back with a yelp. Spinning his weapon around, the Mando shoved it back into his holster as silence overtook the city one more time.

The next morning…

Corvus seemed a little brighter as the sun rose over the liberated city, sounds of celebration and joyous exclamation resounding behind the warrior trio as they exited the city. Ahsoka wore her cloak once more and Jayden remained maskless as they escorted Din beyond Calodan's walls.

"I believe this was your payment." Ahsoka offered, holding out the Beskar spear. Din slowly shook his head.

"No. I can't accept." He softly replied.

"Ah, come on, Mando. It's yours for doing your part." Jayden chimed in, patting the bounty hunter on the shoulder.

"I didn't finish the job. The job the Magistrate set out for me." Din responded.

"No, you did not." Ahsoka agreed. "But this… it belongs with a Mandalorian." She described, still holding it out. Finally relenting, Din took the weapon in hand and felt the cool metal under his touch once more. He glanced up at its perfect tip, having retained not a single scratch even after clashing with the Togruta's Lightsabers. "How about your little friend?" She wondered.

"Back at the ship. I told him to stay put until I came back." Din answered. "I… guess he'll stay with me now. Since you're not interested…" He said quietly.

"Yeah… about that," Jayden began, "neither of us are Jedi, but… we know one." He revealed. The bounty hunter turned to him with a look that could've been surprise if not for his helmet. "He's been busy running around the galaxy, trying to find what he needs to restart the Jedi Order. No one's been able to keep concrete tabs on him since. Not even us."

"But there is one possibility," Ahsoka continued, "go to the planet Tython. There you will find an ancient temple that has a strong connection to the Force. Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain."

"Then what?" Din wondered.

"Then Grogu may choose his path." Ahsoka explained. "If he reaches out through the Force, there's a chance this Jedi may sense his presence and come searching for him. There aren't many Jedi left… but this will give him a chance to start again." Din nodded in understanding.

"Thank you." He whispered. Ahsoka nodded in acceptance.

"May the Force be with you." She offered. Din turned to the Grey Knight.

"Thanks for… not killing me." Jayden smirked.

"Thanks for having our backs." He replied with a genuine smile. With that, Din turned to leave and started striding off into the woods of Corvus, bound to return to the Razor Crest and embark on yet another stage of his journey. The couple watched him leave, until not even the gleam of his Beskar armor could be seen. The moment he was out of sight, they turned and made to enter the city once more, now honored guests instead of assaulting invaders.

"You know... I wouldn't have minded a third child in the family." Jayden said after a moment. Ahsoka couldn't help but smile at his words.

"Grogu's path… it's hard for me to see. But I know it's not with us. We're just not right for him." She softly replied. "Besides, didn't you say our children were enough of a hassle growing up?" He merely grunted in response and looked away, conceding. "Maybe one day we can have a third child, but right now... Revan and Ashla are all that I could ever want." She then smirked as she locked eyes with him. "The process to make one, however, I'll happily repeat over and over again." She said with a sly smile, tapping her husband on the nose. Now it was Jayden's turn to smirk.

"Sometimes I think you are more dirty-minded than me." Jayden said, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist and pulling her close, making her wrap her arms around the back of his neck.

"What can I say?" Ahsoka shrugged with a smile. "You bring it out of me." The two shared a loving kiss for a few moments, feelings of love being shared along their bond along with a bit of lust for the other. Soon, they broke the kiss and Jayden leaned his forehead against Ahsoka's.

"What do you say we go celebrate our victory?" He asked in a low, husky tone.

"Mmm… Sounds perfect." Ahsoka purred.

The newly-appointed Governor Wing had been kind enough to set apart an upper room for them, as thanks for their efforts in freeing the city of Calodan from under Morgan Elsbeth. As night fell across Corvus, Jayden and Ahsoka had every intention of putting their rented bedroom to good use. The celebratory party the people hosted, basking in their newfound freedom, continued on down below as the city's two saviours retired for the evening. Although sleep was far from their minds...

It had started just after Din Djarin had left with Grogu, a simple conversation including more than one sultry idea spoken in suggestive tones. The connotations had lingered over the course of the celebrations, until little knowing glances, the odd smile, and ghosting touches pushed both of them beyond what their mutual restraint could manage. And now here they were, finally alone together... with a long night ahead of them.

Ahsoka casually slipped off her outer robe and draped it over a nearby chair, using the Force to levitate her Lightsabers over to the seat as she abandoned all of her accessories. Jayden placed his mask down on a nearby table along with his own Lightsabers. "Nice place." Ahsoka mused, her hand running across the neatly-made bed as she eyed their modest quarters for the night. "Very generous of Governor Wing to offer us this place for the night."

"Plenty bigger from all the crew-quarters we've slept in." Jayden remarked in agreement. His gloves were off now, and he was in the process of undoing the top half of his robes. "I question if its soundproof, though." He mused, causing Ahsoka to laugh.

"Hopefully. It's just the ceiling below we'll have to worry about. We've got this entire floor to ourselves." His wife said as she slowly strutted over to him.

"Maybe so, but I'm only concerned about you and the bed right now." Jayden told her with a knowing smile as her hand caressed his cheek.

"Mmm, me too." Ahsoka purred as her other hand gripped his collar and pulled him into a passionate embrace. Jayden returned it, his hands clutching her body through her dark clothes. Seeing her move so gracefully with such skill and ease as she dismantled the Magistrate's forces was as arousing as watching her strip for him. As always, his love and passion for his lovely wife of nearly three decades flared and he made it known across their bond, speaking hungrily as their tongues slid back and forth in a sensual dance between their mouths.

I want you.

I want you too.

She released him long enough to use the Force on his remaining clothing, all of it landing on the floor with a clatter after a mere burst. The shirt underneath lasted nearly as long as they both worked it up and over his head to reveal his scarred muscles beneath. Gone was the reserved, studious guise of a Jedi she wore in public. With Jayden and Jayden alone, Ahsoka was free to be far less mature and stately. Often times, her attitude in bed reminded him of their early years; a couple of teens engaged in an illicit tryst, two newlyweds enjoying intimacy with one another as they explored the bounds of their passion. In times like this when a lustful, hungry gaze replaced her stoic maturity, when she would lick her lips in eager anticipation of getting to know his body, Jayden was convinced this was the real Ahsoka.

Despite the newness of her outfit, he'd learned how to remove it fairly efficiently. Her belt was gone and her gloves and sleeves followed shortly. Much like many of her outfits, he reached behind the neck of her top to find the hidden clasp that separated it into two portions, allowing him to pull it down her shoulders with ease. More of her flawless copper skin was revealed to him and he could not resist stooping down to press wet kisses along her neck and down to her shoulder. Ahsoka let out soft, pleased groans as her husband's ministrations continued, Jayden pulling her top down past her bountiful breasts contained behind a black tube top she used like a bra.

He wanted nothing more than to yank it down and endlessly pleasure her mounds, but his wife intercepted him, pulling his face back to hers so she could pull him into another passionate embrace. This time, though, her forward lekku slipped around his neck and tangled together, capturing him in the most intimate display of love and affection a Togruta could offer. Ahsoka pressed her body against his, rubbing her exposed flesh against his and offering him a teasing taste of what was beneath her tube top, given how stiff her nipples were becoming. As their lips pressed tightly together, a single free hand found its way down to his crotch, her slender orange fingers stroking and palming the growing bulge in his pants. It was nothing more than teasing, but Ahsoka had learned her husband performed best when he was a little worked up.

She released his mouth and offered a breathless smile and daring gaze in return, a shiver running up and down her spine as Jayden loosed a throaty groan from her motions. "Outta those boots, hun." She whispered and he complied. They were set aside with the rest of his robes, of growing pile of clothing mostly comprised of his attire. Jayden was determined to get his wife naked soon enough, but not before he took his own turn with some teasing. His pants were soon untied and the Force drove them to the floor and Ahsoka licked her lips as she eyed the sizeable bulge in his boxers. Her hand reached for it, but was swiftly caught by Jayden's left hand as he held her at bay. Her searching eyes met his gleaming ones and he hoarsely whispered,

"Not yet." He then sank to his knees and, faster than she could probe his intentions, raised her bulky skirted pants to reveal she did not wear complete leggings. They instead rose only mid-way up her thigh, revealing smooth swaths of copper-coloured skin, ending at the dark and admittedly thin pair of panties she wore that barely covered the object of his desire. Hooking his finger into her panties, he pulled the fabric aside to reveal the glistening lips of her rust-coloured peach. He could feel a damp spot in her panties and faintly smell her arousal. He could not deny his wishes any longer, he simply had to have a taste.

Jayden pressed his nose to her pubic mound as his tongue teased the edges of her slick folds. The shuddering moan that left Ahsoka's lips was music to his ears, Jayden pressing his tongue deeper between Ahsoka's pink folds as he tasted his wife's sweetness. He knew it well, having been down here countless times in the past. But each time was like a new experience all over again, being able to feel her heat, taste her delicious juices and smell her unique arousal. He didn't care if all Togruta women were like this, she was his Togruta and she alone was unique to him. Her brightly coloured hand settled in his hair, Ahsoka trapping her husband close to her peach as she reveled in the pleasure of being eaten out. He was always so talented down there, so precise and expert in his ministrations. By this point in their relationship, innumerable previous sexual encounters had educated him in how to precisely stimulate his wife. He'd mapped out all of her hot-spots, knowing where to tease when he wanted to merely stoke her fire and where to lick when he wanted her to seize up and see stars.

Which was exactly what happened when his tongue and teeth brushed her exposed clit.

Her blue eyes going wide, Ahsoka moaned wantonly as her husband worked her most sensitive region. Oh, he was good. So very good. And she made to let him know.

"S-So good babe... mph, I knew I married you for a reason." She cooed, voice still possessing its teasingly lilt despite how cross-eyed she felt.

"And here I thought it was for my good looks." Jayden remarked from beneath her hand. "Or was it my third leg...? Can't remember." He musings were muffled by his busy tongue as it prompted deeper within her folds in pursuit of more of her sweet-tasting juices. Ahsoka was practically vibrating with pleasure, her writhing lekku clear evidence of this. She wanted nothing more than to feel this pleasure through to its fruition, but not without something long, hard and thick deep within her.

"S-Slow down, b-... baby." She whimpered between gasps. Jayden did as asked, tilting his head up to reveal his lips glistening with her arousal. The sight proved to make her even wetter. "Take off my boots." She asked, sending little jolts of insightful knowing across their bond. Jayden did as asked, the clasps and ties of one swiftly coming apart before he slid it down and off. His wife's legging followed shortly, revealing the smooth and unblemished skin one very sexy leg. He pressed a kiss to her shin and then rose higher, pressing another one to her thigh. He repeated the same motions until her other leg was bare, his tongue caressing her muscled flesh adoringly. His eyes darted up to hers, her leg still cradled in his hand.

"What else is coming off?" He wondered. She offered him a coy smile in response.

"All of it. Eventually." Ahsoka said. "For now..." Her hands settled on the tops of her breasts, her husband rising for a better look as she began to trail them down her body. As she neared the crumpled edges of her tunic, they began to retreat ahead of her hands, the Force guiding it down her body as she put on a sensual show for her audience of one. Down her toned abdomen, showing off every taut line and curving muscle worked to perfection over the years. Down past her shapely hips concealed only behind thin black fabric, Jayden's mouth watering as he eyed her sloping hipbones as they pointed down to her entrance. The remainder of her clothes slid down her legs with ease and puddled on the floor, Ahsoka clad in only her undergarments now. Stepping free of them with a little hop, she put her hands behind her headtails to show off for her husband. "Like what you see?" She asked in a low tone.

"Always have. And always will." Jayden replied with a smile, stepping close to her and pulling her into his arms for a kiss. She returned it, but used her closeness to maneuver them around, shifting their position until she could pull back with a cheeky smile and use the Force to push Jayden onto the bed. Caught off-guard, her husband could only watch with great interest as she strutted down to the foot of the bed, Jayden shifting into a more reclined posture for a better view. She stood before him, half-naked, swaying her hips from side to side and waving her head to let her lekku slide across her body. Reaching out with the Force, Jayden felt invisible tendrils take hold of his hips as his boxers worked their way down of their own accord. Guided by Ahsoka, she did not stop until they were off his legs, but did pause when his erection sprang into view.

"Mmm... there you are." She purred, her gaze turning predatory as she eyed the device renown for giving her pleasure... as well as four children. With Jayden completely revealed to her, Ahsoka felt compelled to be likewise... eventually. Her show continued with one hand sliding down the front of her body until it breached the hem of her panties and moved visibly towards her slit. She gasped and moaned as a single finger pressed against the bud of her clitoris. It was mostly for show, but the feelings were genuine. Her free hand reached higher and cupped a clothed breast. As she got older, Ahsoka had gotten better at giving these little shows for Jayden's enjoyment. Using the Force to learn what made his arousal spike and his cock throb. A little wink, a sultry look, a bitten lower lip, hands on herself, as the years passed and her sexuality became more apparent Ahsoka grew bolder with her moves until she was performing full-on stripteases for her husband. Not only did they get her equally ready for sex, but the teasing and the watching had his restraint like a string pulled taut, just waiting to be plucked to release the tension.

And she plucked it, alright. Every. Single. Time.

Her other hand left her nethers and rose to her other breast, giving them both a squeeze for Jayden's viewing pleasure. Then she raised her top, just a little, showing off a bit of supple underboob without a full reveal and reveled when she watched his erection twitch. Smiling in lewd delight, Ahsoka raised her hands well over her montrals, posing like a dancer, and used the Force to slowly slide her tube top up to reveal her full, pert, mature breasts with white nipples stiff and pointed. They'd grown a few sizes over the years, she was definitely a D-cup now, and she couldn't be prouder. Once upon a time, she would always complain that her breasts were so small. Now they were a good size, having nursed two babies, and were a constant source of attention from her husband.

Her tube top gracefully fell to the floor as Ahsoka put her chest on display for her husband, giggling as his eyes were drawn straight to her perfect mounds. She could feel his arousal through the Force, a ribbon of energy connecting them both as his lustful desires grew stronger with each of her moves. Twirling slowly, a kink of her hips drew Jayden's attention to her lower 'assets' and how the fabric of her panties formed tightly around the curves of her wonderous bottom. Jayden always did enjoy a good view of Ahsoka from behind and she could sense how low his eyes were drawn. Her ass had certainly received its fair share of pats and gentle, playful spanks over the years, now being no different. Ahsoka knew she looked good and ensured her husband got a good long look as she finished her little twirl.

Then she felt the Force winding its way down to her waist, feeling out the hem of her underwear and giving it a slow tug. Her gaze glanced up to see Jayden's hand partly raised, a sly grin on his face as he telekinetically gave her panties a tug lower. Sensing his intentions, Ahsoka turned a little to give him the best view as her panties slid down the curve of her ass, gliding along the smooth cooper skin of her thighs as first the intricate white markings and then her slick folds were revealed to him. From there, it took only a little more assistance before her panties freely fell to the floor, rendering her completely naked before her husband. Hands on her hips, she turned from side to side to show herself off.

"Still sexy as all hell." Jayden mused with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Ahsoka loosed a breathy laugh. She could remember when she was far from this womanly, her body much skinnier and almost childish. As they dated, her Force senses revealed to her every single time Jayden's physique caught a woman's eye... and it happened a lot. She trusted in his love for her and knew he'd never chase after anyone else, but it constantly irritated her, even making her a little envious of other woman who were clearly more curvaceous with far larger 'assets' and had an eye for her then-boyfriend. Her confidence in her beauty was always lacking, despite how many times Jayden showered her in compliments or showed her own 'assets' such tender care when they made love.

But that all changed when she reached adulthood.

When Ahsoka reached the peak of Togrutan maturity, she became one of those women she envied. An amazing womanly figure coupled with the powerful body of an active hunter and warrior now had eyes turning towards her whenever she walked by. Not just men but women too, women who were clearly astonished, envious or jealous of her figure as the Force revealed. Men were simpler. More than one intel hunt in a cantina included a proposition by a random stranger. Their responses were equally hilarious once she told them that her husband and two kids thought similarly to their compliments. Suffice to say, the attention boosted her confidence as woman and made her feel a little more worthy of Jayden's affection.

"Why thank you, baby." She whispered, moving ahead and crawling atop her husband until they were nose to nose. Suddenly, with unexpected swiftness, Jayden rolled them over.

"I'm gonna finish what I started." He proclaimed, capturing her beautiful dark lips in another kiss. Ahsoka reciprocated, her lekku trailing their way along Jayden's muscular chest, sending little tingles through her headtails and a shiver ran up her husband's spine. His lips moved to her cheek and jaw, pleasing and caressing the face of the woman he adored. He kissed her rusty skin, her bright white markings, working his lips down to her neck where his tongue slid up and down her copper column. His touch shifting, Ahsoka moaned in pleasure as her husband applied his tongue to her lekku, kissing, licking and stroking her sensitive headtail. Reaching lower, Jayden nibbled her collar, his hand palming her right breast with an affectionate squeeze. Kisses trailed down between her rust-coloured mounds before his mouth took turns teasing her pale nipples with licks and nibbles that made her moan. He took his time with each of his wife's succulent breasts before shifting over to her arm where he placed a kiss on her biscep before lifting her hand and pressing a kiss to each scar along her forearm. After all this time, they were still there, reminders for her of where she'd come from and what not to lapse into again, as well as scars left by him from the days they were enemies and not what they are today.

Ahsoka smiled softly as Jayden kissed each self-inflicted scar, knowing that despite her perceived flaws and setbacks, her husband still loved her with all his heart. He repeated the same action with her other arm before moving lower to trail his tongue down her muscled abdomen, making an effort to kiss and nibble on each of her apparent abs. Two pregnancies had done nothing to impede her figure, Ahsoka was still curvaceous without an ounce of fat on her body. Maybe once upon a time she had been a lithe and athletic teenager, shorter than her husband. Nowadays, she was almost eye to eye with him, just a few inches shorter. But she had grown, matured, and her body showed it. Marriage and motherhood (and fighting the Empire) had brought her muscles to the the point of perfection; her bisceps toned, a visible six-pack decorating her abs, legs slender yet strong and trim... she was a powerful, beautiful woman and any man could see that.

But there was only one man she saw in return.

His tongue dipped into her navel, teasing her ever so gently and making her giggle in response. Jayden continued to kiss his way down his wife's body until he arrived at the collage of markings above her peach. He took his time licking and kissing each one, swirling his tongue around and tracing each intricate, natural design. The orange fingers of his wife grew tangled in his hair, massaging his scalp and played with his dark locks. His mouth shifted, her husband kissing down her inner thigh and eliciting little tingles on both sides that made her shiver in giddy anticipation, before he finally reached the damp folds of her nethers and pressed his tongue into her. A ripple of electric pleasure surged through Ahsoka, the Togruta sighing and moaning in time with her husband's ministrations. He'd grown so very talented at eating her out, years of experience teaching him all of her hot-spots and his abilities with the Force amplifying his skills and her pleasure tenfold.

Ahsoka moaned in wanton pleasure as the tip of her husband's tongue circled her peach, teasing her with light and feathery touches until he reach her clit. Ahsoka's moan grew louder and was accompanied by heavy gasps as Jayden expertly teased her little pleasure nub. He kissed, he licked, he suckled, he nibbled, each reflexive tightening of his wife's grip on his hair only served to bring her pleasure closer to completion. When his tongue finally pressed deep into her core, tasting the sweet nectar waiting for him, Ahsoka's loud gasp of pleasure filled the room and she bit her lower lip to stifle the moan that followed.

"Oh baby... oh so good... oh... oh...!" Every time Jayden went down on her, Ahsoka always went a little cross-eyed. His oral skills were just that good, the best she could ever get... not that she had another experience to compare to. Her husband was her only lover and her only sexual companion, something she was grateful for as it meant she would be the only recipient of his amazing sexual skills. Her free hand reached for her lekku, stroking the sensitive headtail as her husband continued to eat her out, wide swipes of his tongue savouring the taste of her peach as he struck little pleasurable spots along the way. She trembled, whimpering, the stoic and powerful ex-Jedi responsible for freeing a whole city now a shivering mess beneath the skillful ministrations of her loving husband.

Her thighs pressed tightly around his head in conjunction with a deep lick of his tongue, a shuddering exhale escaping her dark lips followed closely by a whimper as she neared her peak. Sensing this, Jayden brought his hand into play, his thumb pressing down on her clit as his forefinger pressed into her folds, plunging into her before he added a second finger, stroking his wife with deft prodding thrusts and the stimulating wiggles of his tongue. Given his prior efforts, it didn't take long for Ahsoka to lose herself with a whimper and climax all over her husband as she came with a cry. A throaty moan filled the bedroom afterwards as a squirt of Togrutan honey splashed Jayden's waiting tongue and soaked his fingers, her toned thighs suddenly incredibly tight around his head. Having seen her snap necks with these very legs in close-quarters combat, Jayden was very thankful for his Force senses to alert him of danger for he might've suffered a similar fate without them. In the meanwhile, he lapped up as much of her as possible, though there was quite a bit of backsplash along his chin. Jayden offered a hum of enjoyment as he savoured the taste of his wife, a taste he'd come to love the first time he gave her oral treatment and that love had simply grown stronger ever since.

Retracting his fingers and pressing a final kiss to her soaking wet peach, he lifted his head and licked his lips, though the shine on his chin was still rather obvious.

"Perfectly delicious." He commented and Ahsoka loosed a breathy giggle as she recovered from her orgasm. Holding up his hand, he momentarily toyed with the slickness coating his fingers before licking the residual remains off of his thumb. But before he could do the same with his other two fingers, Ahsoka took hold of his hand and sat up, guiding his fingers to her own mouth. In a rather sensual and seductive display, Ahsoka took her time suckling on his two fingers and cleansing her juices from them. His wife licked and suckled, taking her time as she savoured her taste on his hand. It was something of a guilty pleasure for Ahsoka to taste herself on her man and Jayden always did seem to enjoy it when she played with his fingers.

She closed her eyes and moaned around his fingers, her dark lips tightly encapsulating both as she suckled on them with revenant, romantic affection. Her free hands stroked the back of his hand, Jayden shuddering as he felt every sensation. With a final slurp, Ahsoka popped her lips off his hand with a giggle. Jayden breathed a laugh and leaned in to steal a kiss, his lips pressing against his wife's as Ahsoka tasted her juices on him. As he released her, Ahsoka gently pulled him down before she swung her body around her husband and rolled him onto his back.

"My turn." She said with a smile, tapping him on the nose. Jayden could only smile and relent as his wife hovered above him, her wonderfully full breasts grazing his chest as her lekku encircled his neck and her mouth went for his left ear. Letting her teeth graze the fleshy appendage, she kissed, licked and nibbled it just the way he liked, a little something she'd learned during their year together after she'd left the Order. The groan that came from him made her lekku writhe in delight and she trailed her tongue down his neck, placing wet open-mouthed kisses along his collar when she got there.

Her hands splayed out across his chest, feeling hard warmth of his pectorals as she reached for his broad and muscular shoulders. Her journey continued, kisses switching from his shoulders to his chest to his hummed as she pressed a kiss to his muscular abs, savouring the look and taste of her husband's chest. Despite being middle-aged, Jayden was still as fit and handsome as he had been when he was an adolescent, keeping himself in shape and not affording to let himself grow fat or lazy.

Beneath her, his erection throbbed and bobbed between her breasts, something else that had not changed. Still and impressive size and always able to get hard for her, Ahsoka wouldn't say it was her favourite part of her husband, but it certainly held a spot in the top five. She let her breasts rub against him a bit more, his length brushing her nipples that were erect and as hard as the crystals in her Lightsabers. The sound that left her mouth was somewhere between a hum and a moan as they closed around his flesh, and she purposefully pressed down a little harder against him to allow his shaft in between her supple mounds.

She kept sliding backwards until she was down by his legs, nearly off the bed. His cock had sprung free and was now bobbing in front of her in a rather tantalizing manner. Licking her lips, Ahsoka maintained eye-contact with Jayden and dipped low, her tongue sticking out to offer a teasing lick to his head. He hissed, inhaling sharply as a sudden pleasure surged through him like lightning. Ahsoka merely hummed, lowering her body until she was face down and ass up. From there her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, giving him a slow pump before she trailed her tongue up the full length of his erection, Jayden releasing a breathy moan of pleasure as he watched Ahsoka with great interest.

Her tongue cresting the head of his shaft, her nimble hand squeezed a little tighter and gave him a few pumps, prompting her to swipe up the dollop of precum with the tip of her tongue. She hummed, remembering the first time she'd tasted it. 'Yummy' was all she'd said, prompting Jayden to laugh heartily as she eagerly worked his cock in pursuit of another treat. She did much the same this time, but instead going back for another teasing lick, she instead let her lips part and engulfed his tip between her lips. The loud groan from Jayden made her shiver in delight and her smile was evident even as she sank down and took more of him into her mouth, her lekku curling around his strong thighs as she got a good grip on him. She'd gotten better at giving head as time went on, her own natural curiosity fuelling her desire to keep trying until Jayden was left breathless and spent by the time she was done.

Her mouth filled with the meat of her man, her nostrils inhaling his heady musk with each breath, Ahsoka moaned around his shaft as her tongue stroked up and down, getting a good taste for him. Blowjobs weren't quite as regular an act for them as full sex was, but on the occasion that they had very minimal time to themselves, a good 69 was all they needed to both achieve orgasm. Ahsoka could remember her first attempt at trying to give oral in return for another of Jayden's amazing tonguings. It was hard and awkward and she didn't have a clue as to what she was doing. But she'd made him cum with her mouth and hands, so it had to count for something.

Jayden, on the other hand, always appreciated it whenever his wife wanted to try something sexy. For the longest of times their sex life consisted of very straightforward vaginal penetration. But when Ahsoka got horny, she got a little kinky and curious, and their year together after she left the Jedi had resulted in much experimentation. It helped that their many trips to the lower levels of Coruscant had resulted in them accidentally stumbling across men and hookers in the act, resulting in Ahsoka memorizing several new positions and acts as a side effect. He certainly didn't have much to complain about as his wife's blowjob skills improved.

"Damn babe..." he breathed, enjoying the sight of her rhythmically bobbing head as her lips and tongue caressed the length of his erection. Ahsoka moaned in reply, sending vibrations through his shaft that made him shiver pleasantly. Then she looked up, painting a memorable picture for him; his wife's bright blue eyes locked on his face, her dark lips encircling his erection, her bare orange ass swaying from side to side as she blew him... it was nearly enough to undo him right then and there. "Oh stars..." he rasped, maintaining control but just barely. Ahsoka hummed again, sending another pleasant vibration through his shaft as she smiled faintly. She could sense he was getting close and she had every intention of continuing to bring him to a head, just like he had with her.

She took him deep, her lips sliding down his length as his cock filled her mouth and began to enter her throat. She took her time, moving slowly and lovingly as she sucked him and teased him with her tongue. Her talent for taking him deep was aided by the simple fact that Togruta's had no gag reflex, an evolutionary holdover from their predatory answers who often swallowed small prey whole. She had no trouble taking his dick down her throat, making a few swallowing motions she knew he enjoyed. She was nearly at the hilt now, his massive member down her throat as she held her breath and worked him for a moment. Ahsoka knew just what her husband could handle and wasn't the least bit surprised when Jayden lost his composure and climaxed. The warmth of his seed spurting straight down her throat had Ahsoka moaning in pleasure again, her hand gently pumping his shaft as she pulled him back a little so she could savor the taste. She swallowed it all, taking it with seasoned grace. Ahsoka knew the taste of him very well, somewhat salty yet very delectable. She took the last few drops on her tongue, getting to savor him directly and hummed in delight as she cleaned him off expertly. The Togruta locked eyes with her husband again as she finished her ministrations, slipping his cock from her mouth with a wet pop and licking her lips in enjoyment of her meal. "Thank you baby." She said sweetly. Jayden laughed.

"Any time, honey. Any time." Something about the way he said it... or maybe it was her hormonal mind that interpreted his words that way, but she knew they'd be doing this another time.

But the one-sided treatments had taken their toll on Ahsoka and she could bare it no longer, the heat causing her folds to drip and her face to flush with aroused anticipation. Clambering back up his body, she kissed him full on the lips as she let her passions flare. As she did, she ground herself against her husband's cock, her wet peach caressing him as her hips rolled back and forth in a far more erotic and sensual act of stimulation. Her hands and mouth paled in comparison to her nethers. Jayden groaned again as Ahsoka panted lustfully, guiding his eyes up to hers.

"You want me, baby?" She asked in a low, simmering voice. "Do you wanna be inside me?"

"Yes... kriff yes..." Jayden gasped, both hands settling on her shoulders. "I wanna kriff you... feel you riding me. I want you, 'Soka. So badly..." his confession and her sensual grinding got him hard in record time and Ahsoka scooted forward to let his fresh erection bob freely. She felt it against the curve of her supple ass and smiled, knowing what was coming next. "Come on, honey... take me." Jayden urged, hiding the straining eagerness. But she was equally aroused and horny, so it didn't take much for Ahsoka to oblige him.

With incredibly precise moves, she swayed her hips until his shaft was positioned directly beneath her dripping nethers, partial contact sparking one another's nerves until they couldn't bear the teasing friction any longer. An expertly controlled roll of Ahsoka's hips pressed Jayden's erection against her folds and then into them, husband and wife sharing a wanton moan as mutual pleasure filled them both. Her lips sealed against his, their passionate embrace muffling further noises as she sank down onto him. When they were hip to hip, Ahsoka released him with a stasified gasp, breathing in the musky scent of his arousal before she slowly rolled her body straight up. Slinking with feline grace, her hands trailed down his muscular body and she was perched atop him, completely in control and licking her lips in a manner most sensual, savouring the sight of her naked husband beneath her. She then started to move, her legs lifting her up and then dropping her back down in a repetitive exercise performed countless times over the years. Husband and wife groaned as they experienced mutual pleasure as Ahsoka began to pick up speed. This experience was by no means new to her, but Ahsoka still loved every second of it. The pleasure coursing through her veins and filling every inch of her body was so glorious, and no doubt Jayden was feeling similarly.

"So perfect." He groaned, hands on her hips but slowly rising up her sides. "You're amazing, 'Soka."

"You're not so bad yourself, Jayden." She replied with a smile of genuine happiness, Ahsoka taking a moment to revel in the sensations; Jayden was as hard as stone inside of her, his thick, long shaft stretching her out, forcing her folds to separate every time she pushed herself down onto his dick. He always felt perfect. Each round of sex might feel similar, but it was never boring. The mind-numbing pleasure that consumed her senses and made her ache for even more would never be boring. The best part was always the simple fact that they could be themselves. There was no need to seem like a Force-sensitive rebel information broker or a rebel ex-Sith. They could be exactly who they were and bask in the pleasures of one another.

The Togruta picked up speed, her gasps and moans filling the room as they really got into the rhythm of sex. A familiar, comfortable rhythm, one that left them breathless and never truly satisfied after just one time. Over the course of their marriage and even before, Jayden and Ahsoka had never been too tired or too spent to stop after just one round of sex. Their lovemaking was an hourly affair, lasting for as long as they could make it happen, seeing as they had both the physicality and the stamina to last far longer than any other couple. A statement tried and true after many dozens of sessions, husband and wife both knew they were in for a long night... and looked forward to every second of it. Jayden's hands had left her hips and moved to her bottom, taking his time squeezing and groping her pliant cheeks and earning a breathy laugh in response. Ahsoka knew Jayden loved every inch of her body, but he often paid special attention to certain parts of her, her ass being one of them. Her bottom in particular had filled out just enough to be a good round size, not too small and not too plump, and always drew her husband's eye. But, of course, those weren't her only assets. Her breasts were his other favourite and would undoubtedly receive some attention soon.

For now, though, Jayden pulled her down as his hands caressed her rear lekku, flesh and metal stroking and squeezing to send little shivers rolling through Ahsoka as she throatily moaned in pleasure. That moan was trapped between their mouths as he made out with her, tongues dancing around and sliding back and forth admit the haze clouding their minds. His hands continued to roam across her sensitive headtails, always being careful of her delicate horns. The contrasting differences between the simple organic contours of his right hand and the cold edges of his metal one. It was harder for him to ride him in the position, but Ahsoka did her best by rolling and undulating her hips as best she could, Jayden's own little thrusts working in tandem with hers.

Time ticked on, the two lovers oblivious to its passage and the party below as they lost themselves to a hazy world of warm, unending pleasure. Ahsoka rocked back and forth as much as she could on top of Jayden, feeling the cock shifting around inside of her. That felt good, really, really good. Especially when Ahsoka also made sure to wiggle herself around in just the right way to rub her clit against him. That felt just as nice and she let out a moan as her husband's hands cupped her breasts, running his battleworn fingers across her sensitive nipples. Her lekku reached out and the tips encircled his wrists, her own little way of letting him know that was good and he should keep doing it. He did more by reaching down and applying his lips, kissing, licking, even gently biting her white nipples, causing Ahsoka to moan wantonly and shudder in delight.

They kept moving, rocking, bouncing, never stopping, never slowing, always reaching for the next rush of pleasure and the surge of bliss that would keep them reaching for one more and then one more after that. All the while Jayden pleasured his wife as Ahsoka rode him, taking his time working her breasts, her bottom, her lekku and her lips, ensuring that she did not go without service even as she serviced him. But as always, their motions took a toll, their stamina never lessening while their stimulated bodies slowly reached a bursting point. Ahsoka could feel it approaching first, her husband's hard cock always working deep enough to bring her to orgasm. She always came first, not that it was something to complain about. She loved a good hard climax, first the few teasing sensations letting her know it was on the way, then the ongoing bubbling up in her core, then the guessing game of exactly when it would erupt and flood her mind with pleasure beyond definition. And that was exactly what had begun.

She maintained her pace, never once slowing down. But through the Force she let Jayden know what was happening.

I'm close.

Me too. Cum for me love. Don't hold back.

I never do.

Knowing his own orgasm was drawing near, Ahsoka applied a few tricks she'd learned over their years of sexual coupling. Slowing her pace ever so slightly, she rolled her hips from side to side, ensuring the shifting muscles of her body gave Jayden something to stare at. Visuals were half the act, though. Reaching into his mind, she filled him with her own thoughts, encouraging him along with sweet coos and teasing urges to try and finish her himself. The odd buck of his hips caused her pleasure to spike and she let out a gasp as his cock drove twice as deep as before. She offered a breathy laugh of satisfaction and looked down with smiling eyes, the Togruta stooping low and taking his ear between her teeth, a little hot-spot she'd memorized a long time ago. "Yes baby... don't stop." She hissed, trying not to bite down too hard. He still had the mark on his neck from the last time she'd done so. "Make me cum... do it, take your wife, please her as only you caaaaaaaan!" Her orgasm struck suddenly and Ahsoka's words fell apart as she moaned, throwing her head back and releasing his ear. Her lekku danced as she felt the waves of pleasure rushing through her, filling her up as she orgasmed. It was good, and Ahsoka loved what she was feeling, loved it more than anything else in the moment. Her arms tightened around his neck, hugging herself close to him as she let out gasping, strangled moans, the closest she could get to actual words as she felt herself orgasming, the pleasure surging through her like a molten current.

The fluttering of her inner walls stroked Jayden's cock in a way her fingers could never replicate. Her velvet heat gripped him, stroked his shaft with such unyielding intensity as it worked to milk his own orgasm out of him. Like always, it worked, and Jayden bucked his hips, thrusting his cock deep into his wife as he came with a primal groan. His arms around her body, he trapped her close as he filled her with load after load of thick sperm. The sensation of him filling her heightened Ahsoka's senses, prolonging her orgasm as their mutual climax was drawn out by the overwhelming sensations. His Togruta lover shuddered in his lap, Ahsoka sucking in whatever breath she could between waves of pleasure. It felt good. Of course, it always felt good when Ahsoka took his load inside of her. Especially the ones she got pregnant from. She rocked back and forth on top of Jayden, gasping and moaning quietly as she felt her inner walls getting painted white with semen. She stared down at him, her blue eyes wide as she felt her sensitive folds getting coated with sticky cum. It was amazing. They clearly hadn't had sex in a while if he had this much to give.

Eventually, the two finally bottomed out and Ahsoka fell limp above her husband. For a moment the room fell still, filled only with the heavy panting of two lovers coming down from their high, Jayden closing his eyes and savouring every curving line of his wife's body as she rested against him. How was it he'd gotten so lucky with her? How was it that he of all people got to spend each night with this Togrutan bombshell pressed up beside him? He didn't know and, right now, didn't care either. Not when he got to hold his beloved Ahsoka like this.

Finding enough strength to move, Ahsoka lifted herself up and scooted ahead until her head was parallel to Jayden's. It meant removing his cock from within her folds and she offered a grunt of displeasure, left feeling rather empty. But as she snuggled close to her husband, her twin lekku encircling his neck, she believed it was totally worth it. Times like these ranked high among her favourites, when she could cozy up to the warmth of her man, feel the warmth of his body in such a comforting context, especially during a post-orgasm high. She could press her breasts right to his body and squish them a little bit as she took in every inch of him from a different angle.

Of course, she had memorized his every feature, much like he had with her. But letting her eyes wander across his perfect form was still a daily treat she looked forward to. Her arm and hand splayed out across his chest, feeling soft and sweaty skin above hard muscle. The thudding of his heart echoed in her hearing, her headtails positioned just so to pick up the pulse emanating from his neck. She closed her eyes and purred, basking in every sensation. "That was wonderful, baby. As always."

"Never gets old, does it?" Her husband wondered with a smirk.

"Each time is like the first time." Ahsoka agreed, sizing up his face through half-lidded eyes. Her hand slowly wandered, feeling out and tracing scars here and there that he'd garnered over the years fighting the Empire. Some were as old as the Clone Wars, but not all. She loved every inch of her husband and did not care if he was imperfect. He was hers and that was all that mattered.

"You were so damn amazing out there." Jayden mused rather absentmindedly. "Taking on those goons with guns, fighting Elsbeth herself. The Mando was right, they never saw it coming."

"Don't count yourself out yet, hun. I do appreciate the way you've got my back all the time." Ahsoka softly responded, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I'd say I'd rather get your front, since that's where all the good stuff is." He remarked and she giggled. "But your assets are perfectly divided."

"However did we settle on that term?" Ahsoka wondered with a faint smile. Jayden shrugged.

"Back when you were Fulcrum full-time. I borrowed the term when we were referring to your information assets." He casually responded.

"Oh yes... I remember now," her hand trailed lower, ghosting over his abs and making him shiver, "pretty sure I let you get a handle on my 'assets' afterwards." She added in a low, suggestive tone.

"Our first time in a while." Jayden recalled.

"There was such a mess in that closet." Ahsoka continued, giggling as she remembered the moment fondly. "I didn't think metal could stain like that." Her gaze had shifted lower to follow her hand, eventually settling on her husband's erection. It had not flagged in the slightest, he was still hard, still ready to go again. Her hand crept lower until her deft fingers had him in her grip, slowly stroking as she felt how slick he was given his member was covered with their combined fluids. As they'd become more and more familiar with each other's bodies (married life had that effect) husband and wife had gradually discovered a new element to their foreplay in the form of mutual masturbation. Little touches they were used to, but feeling his fingers within her soaking wetness as her hand pumped his hard length was something else entirely. The best kind of something else, too, for they hadn't forsaken it and worked each other quite a few times in preparation for intercourse.

As much as this was similar, feeling her husband's heavy shaft within her hand was too much for Ahsoka to restrain herself. He would not dip his fingers in her today, not when he had a hard cock that could do an even better job. Feeling her arousal spike and fresh heat bloom in her core, Ahsoka was ready for another round. She noticed her husband's heavy breathing in time with her slow strokes and let her tongue slide along the length of his jaw. "You like this, baby?" She wondered in a soft, sultry tone. His low groan was all she needed to hear and smiled into the kiss she pressed to his cheek. But then she felt his hand squeeze her bottom, eliciting a giggle from her, before he reached around and managed to find the soaked folds of her peach and press his fingers into her. She gasped, a soft moan escaping her dark lips as she stroked him a little harder. "I'll take that as a yes." She cooed. Jayden said nothing in response, his fingers sinking a little deeper into his wife's peach, giving Ahsoka roughly equal pleasure to what he was experiencing. For a few moments they played with each other, touching, teasing, stroking, getting each other warmer and ready for another round. Jayden eventually find his voice.

"I take it you're ready to go again?" He asked in a low tone that sent a pleasant shiver up and down Ahsoka's spine. She nodded, then leaned closed to his ear, her hand merely holding his cock instead of stroking it.

"I want you on top this time." She whispered. Jayden needed no further encouragement to do as Ahsoka asked, quickly shifting their positions with a speed that made her giggle. Within moments he was hovering above her, pressing his lips to hers as Ahsoka spread her legs for her husband. Shooting an inviting smile his way, Ahsoka let her eyes shine as she beckoned him forwards and slipped her limbs around his muscular body as he slowly lowered himself down. His alignment perfect, his Togruta lover moaned into the kiss as he pressed inside of her, the rippling pleasure from penetration filling them both. Ahsoka's arms tightened around his shoulders as her legs locked around his waist, keeping him close as Jayden bottomed out.

As their lips separated, allowing them to breathe deeply, Jayden's touch moved to her lekku and he let his tongue trail down her soft tendril, earning a whimper from Ahsoka as he simultaneously drew his hips back. "Oh yes..." He set a slow, steady pace, drawing out their mutual pleasure as he resumed kriffing his wife, Ahsoka reduced to sighs and moans and whimpers as her husband did the work this time.

Ahsoka enjoyed sex as much as Jayden did, sometimes even moreso when she was in heat. To them, it was many things: a way to relax at the end of the day, a pleasant celebration of some occasion, tender lovemaking when their relationship needed to be strengthened, a hard exercise when both of them were worked up. The act did not dominate their relationship but it certainly played a part in it. Both husband and wife had come to view it as a sign of a healthy marriage, when the two of them would take turns initiating sneaking off like teens for a little bit of 'fun'. Accompanied by giggling, hushed whispers and frantic actions, it was hard to believe they were almost 40.

Countless instances of repition had virtually seared the motions into his mind, Jayden bound to never forget them. Not that he wanted to, or that he could with how frequently he exercised them. The rhythmic back and forth as he thrust into his wife never grew old. It was their comfortable position, the one they knew best and enjoyed most. He'd taken her virginity this way, making it very special for both of them as memories of their very first time filled their minds with each stroke and deep roll of his hips. Jayden always worked to please Ahsoka, taking his time savouring the taste of her flesh and inhale the scent of her arousal as they made love, kissing her jawline and neck, swirling his tongue around her montrals and even burying his face between her beautiful breasts if she asked him to. Usually he never went for her assets first and preferred to show his appreciation and love eye-to-eye before he went anywhere near the rest of her body. He knew she drew the looks of men if she wore something slightly more skintight or revealing. He could look to, but only after he treated her like a person and gave her her due dignity and respect.

Ahsoka closed her eyes and focused on the sensations, letting her connection to the Force amplify each one as she grew attuned to her husband's own signature. She could feel every ridge and contour of his cock and it scraped against the sensitive flesh of her velvet core, the bristling hairs at the nape of his neck as her lekku rubbed them, the smooth tensing flesh of his sweaty shoulders as her hands gripped them, the flexing muscles of his lower back with each pulsing thrust of his hips as her legs pressed against him, the rubbing of his sturdy pectorals against her sensitive breasts and erect nipples, his hot breath against her copper flesh as his gentle lips laid kiss after kiss along her neck. "So good... oh baby, you feel so good..." she moaned, her body thrumming with electric delight. Their lips met again and Ahsoka used her lekku to ensnare her husband's neck, keeping him close as they made out in the most intimate fashion possible for a Togruta. As she did, their tongues slid together and danced around one another, engaging in a hot, passionate, open-mouthed display of intimacy.

Time wore on as they made love, each moment dedicated to the pleasure of one another although Ahsoka certainly got most of it. Jayden's ministrations combine with his gentle kriffing gradually pushed her towards the brink and soon they were both breathing hard and ragged as impending orgasms welled up within them. "Yes... yes, Jay... cum with me... cum with me..." She begged in a strained voice, trying to hold out long enough so she could climax with her husband. Jayden picked up speed, moving a little faster as he worked towards his inevitable finish, each thrust moving to the tune of Ahsoka's whimpers of pleasure. He finally hit his peak at the same time as her, Ahsoka's whimper turning into a cry of ecstasy as she came. Her climax hit with enough intensity to surprise her and her husband was pulled into it as well, a hand on his head shoving his face into her cleavage as her lekku tightened around his neck while her other hand clawed his back and her legs locked his hips in a beskar grip to trap him close. Jayden found her sudden moves quite hot and it only helped his climax as he filled her with his seed again.

For a moment, husband and wife lay still as they caught their breaths, the room filled once again with the sounds of panting and heavy breathing. Lying on the bed, their sweat-soaked forms paused as they basked in the afterglow of another round of satisfying sex. With a soft groan, Jayden lifted his face from between Ahsoka's breasts, his hair mussed and ruffled from her energetic gripping. He fixed her with a blissful expression as she gave him a breathless one and they smiled contentedly.

"How was that?" Jayden wondered, curious if he'd met her expectations for her suggested position this round.

"Perfect, as always." Ahsoka hummed, her fingers now absentmindedly rubbing little circles where they lay perched on his body. Sharing a soft kiss, her husband rolled on her side and pulled her with him, the married couple cuddling close as they basked in each other's warmth and presence. Feeling his softening shaft still inside of her, Ahsoka wiggled around in his arms until she was comfortable, smiling blissfully. "You always feel so good, baby." She cooed, rubbing her cheek against his skin.

"So do you, love. So do you." Jayden responded, his arms holding her close in a warm and reassuring manner. He kissed the tips her montrals, basking the moment of close proximity to his wife. This was another pose they'd maintained over the years, after their children had gone to bed and they could enjoy a moment alone as husband and wife. It was simplicity in every sense of the word, and perhaps it was the foundation of their marriage; close, together, united, no matter what.

Their pillow talk was simple and quaint, drifting back and forth between topics. It was a fairly common sight, husband and wife naked and wrapped up in one another, basking in the afterglow of a wonderous round of martial coitus and making small-talk. Ahsoka was drawn to their reunion sessions, the nights spent together after she'd been gone for several months on a rebel intel op. Sometimes her husband was simply content with getting to hold her again, falling asleep with his brave and lovely wife in his arms. Other times, neither of them went to sleep until he had thoroughly ravished her and Ahsoka would wake the next morning feeling sore and happy that she was home.

But as their conversation wore on, inevitably, their mutual arousal began to spike once more. Ahsoka felt the not-so-subtle twitches of her husband's cock against her legs and her folds grew damp in response. Despite not verbally acknowledging it, both of them were able to sense one another's pulsing desires through the Force, slowly growing in strength through little touches. Eventually, Ahsoka decided that if they were going to have a third round, she would want Jayden to determine how it went. She'd dictated their positions and movements the past two rounds, it was time for him to have a go at being in control. Decades of martial experience had proven his sexual prowess and mastery in the bedroom, Ahsoka knowing for a fact that her husband would never disappoint her.

Their next kiss lasted far longer and involved a bit of tongue, both of them unconsciously giving in to their rising lust. As she pulled back, Ahsoka's final act of being in control was to decide that was time to indulge their carnality once more.

"Your turn, babe. How d'you wanna do this?" She asked her husband, passing control of this round over to him. Jayden took a moment to gauge both of their favourites when it came to this activity, weighing each one until he had an answer.

"On all fours." He decided. His wife grinned and took up position on the empty portion of the bed, laying down before propping herself up and assuming the pose he desired, Jayden climbing off and moving around as she got ready. Now on her hands and knees, Ahsoka glanced over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass for her husband, giggling as his hand came down on one of her supple cheeks and she felt his primal desire through the Force. Over the years, she'd come to favor this position more and more, as it allowed for delightfully deep penetration. Being able to feel the entirety of her husband's cock within her, hard thrusts filling her over and over again, reaching those little spots that made her eyes roll back, it all more than made up for the fact she couldn't wrap her arms around him.

Giving his shaft a few strokes to get him primed, Jayden took up position behind her and the feeling of his tip against the puckered star of her anus sent a shudder through Ahsoka that ended in a moan as Jayden pressed ahead, teasing her with the chance to be penetrated her once more in a far more erotic place this time.

"Do it, d'bhem. I want you deep inside me. Deep inside my tight little hole." She begged with a moan, wriggling her hips as she did. He pressed forward, piercing within, and her breath shuddered in response. As his hands slid down her back, Ahsoka loosed a keening mewl as she felt Jayden bottom out within her ass. He bent down and pressed a kiss to her rear lekku, his hands reaching around to squeeze her breasts. A simple shifting of his hips had her inhale sharply, the sudden pleasure spiking within Ahsoka and she gave a shuddering exhale as she felt his cock move. If she thought her pussy was sensitive after multiple back to back orgasms, her anus would always be three times as sensitive, leading to every motion sparking very intense (yet very pleasurable) sensations and she loved it.

His hand slipped around to her breasts as her husband bent over her fully, his tongue descending to meet her rearmost lekku as his fingers nimbly toyed with her white nipples and supple orange breasts. The rhythmic rocking of his hips accompanied by each deep thrust into her rectum was heavenly, Ahsoka closing her eyes and moaning as she felt her husband's tongue swirl and caress her rear lekku with reverent passion. His other hand had moved a little lower, taking an opportunity to caress her iron six pack even as he kriffed her. Feeling so enveloped by her husband, Ahsoka couldn't help but want even more, to know his passion and his love to a great extent. She'd had slow and gentle these past two rounds. This time, she wanted something... a little stronger. Maybe it might not be ideal for this particular type of penetration (her anus often needed to be treated gingerly at the start) but she still wanted it.

"Kriff me, baby," she begged with a moan, "give it to me." Her husband knew the words well, she didn't just say 'Kriff me' for no reason.

"You want it?" Jayden asked in a deep near-growl.

"Oh yes... I wanna feel it tomorrow." She purred in response. "Come on, baby." Her request was shortly met as Jayden straightened up and his hands settled on her hips, taking hold of his wife as he slowly drew back, creating such mind-numbing friction along her hot, tight hole. Ahsoka knew what was coming and she made no effort to hold back the shriek of pleasure that escaped her lips as Jayden hilted his entire length within her butt in one thrust. From there, it was all power, Jayden finding a fast rhythm as he pounded his wife enthusiastically. It was just what Ahsoka wanted, the hard battering pleasure filling her senses without reprieve and giving her no room to experience anything else.

It was perfect.

"Oh kriff... oh kriff yes... yes... give it to me, baby! Gimme... Gimme!" Ahsoka slowly lost her coherency as her husband gave her exactly what she wanted: a hard, fast round of intense anal sex that left room only for pleasure and nothing more. Tapping into the Force, Jayden set a steady pace and did not stop as he pounded deep into his wife, the tight grip of her anus deliriously erotic along the length of his shaft.

Sex between them was usually gentle and slow, the two of them taking their time to savor the pleasure and one another. But once in a while, Ahsoka just felt this deep-seated craving for something a lot faster and harder, some sort of primal urge for Jayden to kriff her brains out. She attributed it to her species; the older she got the more her sex drive shifted from wanting continuous sex to wanting a single round whose effects she'd feel for a week afterward. Jayden had been worried at first, but even his concerns died the moment he heard Ahsoka's lust-crazed praises as her screams of pleasure filled the cabin. Now he'd do whatever she asked, forgoing the consequences and simply taking her lead. If she wanted slow, he'd go slow. If she wanted to stop, he'd stop. And if she wanted him to go harder, well, he'd go as hard as she could physically handle.

"Oh kriff... kriff... kriff... kriff..." was what Ahsoka's vocabulary had been reduced to her, her expression one of bliss as intense pleasure consumed every inch of her body. Her husband's pounding thrusts drove deep within her, the head of his cock rutting into her bowels each time. To feel so totally consumed like this was a feeling with no equal and one could tell Ahsoka relished in it. Her mouth hung open as she moaned and gasped, her eyes half-lidded and on the verge of rolling back into her head, her submissive posture shunting forward with each heavy impact, her bottom rippling from each collision with her husband's hips. All in all, Ahsoka was in bliss, feeling nothing but pleasure and ecstasy as she was claimed in the best way possible.

This kind of sex used to worried Jayden, but after having tried it, he couldn't argue with the results. Truly, this was the most intense brand of sex they'd ever have, and left him feeling just as good as Ahsoka. She had been the one to suggest this, the one to encourage him to keep going faster and harder one night until she was nothing more than a sweaty, screaming wreck. The pleasure was admittedly addictive and they probably would have sex like this more often if not for their mutual self-control. It was very taxing on their bodies, if they did it more often, they likely would not be able to function as they needed to day by day.

And yet it wasn't rough or domineering or brutal. Even as he pounded her, Jayden used the Force to slip into his wife's mind, filling her with his love, his adoration, his pleasure and his dedication to her. Ahsoka pressed back against him, her Force signature mingling with his own until their very essences were intertwined tightly and fluidly, making love to one another's minds even as their bodies moved far harder and far faster than what technically quantified as 'lovemaking'. Losing herself to the pleasures of the mind and body, Ahsoka closed her eyes and let bliss wash over her, moaning loudly in contentment. He hunched over her, his mechanical hand grabbing her breast a little more roughly this time as he gave her mound a good squeeze. That seemed to set off something exceptionally primal in Ahsoka and her lekku flicked back over her shoulders to encircle his neck, only to tug him down into a breathtaking make out session as her lips claimed his and their tongues thrashed back and forth amid their moaning and groaning. A particularly deep thrust brought a sudden end to it, though, Ahsoka crying out in ecstasy as her husband reached one of those deep spots that drove her positively wild. Jayden allowed himself a grin. Clearly he hadn't lost his touch even when it came to kriffing Ahsoka senseless.

One thing she always loved about her husband was his stamina and his ability to keep going no matter what. A few tricks with the Force enhanced him in other ways too, ensuring sex was never truly boring despite its repition in their private lives. He took her right to the edge, pushing Ahsoka well past her limits until she came with a scream, the bedsheets trapped within her fisted hands, her entire body taut and tight as the most intense pleasure overwhelmed her. The walls of her peach clenching tightly around him, she milked an orgasm out of her husband as well, Jayden slamming his hips forward with a roar as he came undone within his wife, thick ropes of semen flooding her ass and filling her with a very tangible warmth.

But using the Force, he wasn't quite finished with her yet.

Despite his own orgasm, Jayden tapped into his powers to numb certain senses and heighten others, picking up speed and power again even as he kept cumming inside of Ahsoka. His wife let out a squeal as he started up, kriffing her through the remnants of her orgasm and causing her pleasure to spike. Her hypersensitive nerves burned with the power of his renewed thrusts, driving her well past the point of overstimulated so that she was utterly consumed by strength-sapping pleasure. "Force... ke'leh... Yes!" Her strangled cries filled the room as pleasure indescribable reignited the fire in her veins. With primal grunts, Jayden hilted himself harder and harder within Ahsoka as his orgasm dwindled, the spurts of hot cum coming few and far between now. But given their mixed hypersensitivity, it was less than a minute more of hard pounding that Jayden could feel a follow-up orgasm fast approaching. Sensing Ahsoka was not yet teetering on the edge, he reached down and found her clit, giving it a roll and a pinch with his significantly-cooler metal fingers, quickly pitching Ahsoka over the edge with a surge of pleasure as she came again. Her scream was definitely heard outside and there was a guaranteed stain on the bedsheets as her juices erupted from her spasming peach. Her bucking hips slammed into Jayden, the walls of her ass clenching hotly around him and propelling him towards his own climax. It forced him over the edge and his shout was partly strangled and lost to a high-pitched growl as he unloaded into her, his throbbing shaft pulsing and filling her with everything he had.

Ahsoka took it all, delirious with pleasure as their orgasmic ecstasy melded in the Force, feeling every inch of her asshole be filled with cum, bowels included. But even as her own orgasm lessened, Jayden was still cumming, still draining everything he had into Ahsoka's anus. His wife shivered and shook, barely able to keep her mind straight as she felt the pleasure overwhelm her mind and rob her of sensibility. Jayden's cock was buried as deep inside of her as it was possible to get, and she loved the feeling of her husband's thick, hard rod stretching her out even as she twitched back and forth, while the deepest parts of her ass were painted white with semen. The feeling of each thick splatter made her moan as a mini-orgasm sent pulsing waves of pure pleasure up her spine. Losing the strength in her limbs, Ahsoka collapsed on the bed, Jayden hovering just above her as he drained the last of his climax into her.

Ahsoka could feel her husband's seed overflowing around his cock and dripping down her legs, and there was still so much more cum inside of her. Both of her wholes now, which just felt completely and utterly stuffed to the brim. He really had given her his all and she loved everything about it. Breathing heavily and covered in a sheen of sweat, Ahsoka lay boneless and breathless for a moment as she recovered. The Togruta felt quite spent and was convinced that would be it for them. As her husband lad down alongside her, she determined it was. Jayden's shaft was still within her, keeping her pleasantly filled and stuffed as exhaustion began to take its toll. His strong arms encircled her body, hugging his wife close to himself as he pressed a few soft kisses to her shoulder.

"I love your body." He murmured. "I love your boldness and bravery, your selflessness and willfulness to help others." Each compliment was highlighted by a kiss to her skin as Ahsoka pressed back against him to feel enveloped by the warmth of her husband. "I love the way you think... the way you kriff." That one earned a tired giggle from her. "I love you. I love everything about you." He concluded, kissing her cheek. Ahsoka hummed and snuggled closer.

"I love everything about you too, baby." She whispered, closing her eyes as their Force-signatures intertwined and hugged close through their bond. With his hair brushing against her rear lek, the feeling of his warm breath caressing her skin along with his warm body cradling her from behind, Ahsoka fell asleep in the loving arms of her husband. Jayden drifted off moments later, breathing in the scent of his very-pleased wife as he hugged the love of his life.

Neither of them cared for their state, the obvious clothes strewn across the floor, or the fact that they were going to bed naked. Sure they'd gone to bed clothed in the past... maybe once or twice. Ahsoka still had a designated pair of shorts and a tank top for sleeping in, much like Jayden had a specific pair of loose and airy boxers for sleepware.

Still, in their opinions, nothing beat falling fast asleep during some naked cuddling in a room that reeked of sex. Such was one of the many perks of married life.

And that's it for this. Quite a long one, wasn't it? But hey, I figured I had to get something out involving Jayden and Ahsoka's future. Like I said, there were some spoilers for the Clone Wars story, but not too much I hope. Only that they are married and have two kids, a son and a daughter, with the son named after his ancestor.

As for those who are no doubt going to ask which actor I'd pick for a live-action Jayden... it would be Keanu Reeves. At this point, Jayden looks like Keanu Reeves, so just imagine him as his voice actor, even for the Clone Wars Jayden... at least mid season 3 and beyond, Ahsoka also got a voice actor change during season 3 I think, so why not have Jayden be voiced by the man everyone picks when it comes to topics about a live-action Revan?

Seriously, I'd love to see a live-action Revan series with Keanu Reeves playing the character.