Dantooine, Jedi Enclave
Master Quatra
The Jedi Master was quick to notice her student's change the following day. She had wanted to speak with her after the council meeting, but by the time they had finished their private discussion about what to do with the Padawans, the two couldn't be found. It wouldn't be till their morning meditation that Quatra would see her Padawan. Juhani was late by a full half hour, but she offered no explanation for her tardiness. Quatra looked over the young Padawan's appearance and frowned reflexive.
She had substituted her robes for a shapely hugging red vest. Worn with the top strap undone. Letting her cleavage proudly be pushed up and displayed. Even her lower half was on display in dark leggings that completed the effort of showing off her feminine charms. Clinging to her hips and rear that was only partially obscured by the vest's long tail. Juhani even moved with a different gait, one mature than she had in the past.
Quatra greeted Juhani as she knelt beside her, "Good morrow, have you rested well my Padawan?"
"Very well, Master. I merely await the Council's judgment.", Juhani tried her best, but couldn't hide the nervous excitement that exuded from herself. Quatra already knew she wasn't nervous about the news she was about to deliver. No, it was something else…a secret the Padawan carried that she drew a sense of newfound strength from. Quatra pretended as if she hadn't noticed. Going on with delivering the verdict.
"You, and young Belaya will not be punished. Ultimately you did nothing wrong. However, we should take caution with your future training. You both suffer from an extreme sense of pride, which you well know the dangers of."
Juhani showed no reaction, taking the criticism as a proper student should. Quatra felt no hostile response in Juhani, but she did sense her questions.
"What do you wish to ask, Padawan?"
Juhani mauled over how to ask it, "If ultimately, we did nothing wrong…then why has the order done nothing about the raiders terrorizing the farmers? We are the only protection they have out here. I know many believe the reason is that they are merely trying to draw us out to be killed, but even so. We should still honor our oath to protect the defenseless no matter the cost to our own safety."
Quatra knew Juhani spoke from a place of naïve selfishness, but it was just retreading the same arguments as yesterday.
"We Jedi are not invincible, and the Mandalorians are dangerous adversaries that pray for good sport. If they are waiting for us, then we cannot rush into their trap. Even we Masters can be killed if we're not careful. Then once we are gone, your fellow Padawans would be easy game for them and then who would protect the farmers here?"
She felt the growing frustration in Juhani.
"Who is protecting them now!", The young woman snapped before taking a deep breath.
"I'm sorry for my outburst, Master."
"Juhani…You are still just a learner. I do not look negatively on you for the frustration and concern you have at what is happening. It is my job to show you the wisdom that a Jedi should abide by."
The Cathar only withdrew internally at her words. She wasn't reaching her student the way she should of. Juhani quickly got up with a bow, "Excuse me Master, but I cannot meditate right now. May I leave for saber practice instead?"
Quatra sighed, "Very well. You always seem to absorb my lessons better during physical exercise. Go ahead, we'll speak later this afternoon." She watched her student walk away and wondered what was to be done. As of late their rapport had developed into nothing but frustration for Juhani. It hadn't been like this in the beginning but as Juhani grew older it only worsened.
Quatra thought, 'She is no longer the little girl who hung on my every word…Perhaps, it is just nearing the time...'
Dantooine, Dueling Room
Belaya
The Padawan hadn't been able to calm down all morning. Having sex with Juhani had awoken something in her. She had never been so aware of her body, now more hyper-sensitive than ever before. Each step she took stirred her pussy. Reminding her of the mind-blowing orgasm she still felt echo in her. Looking at herself in the mirror after her morning shower was like looking at a stranger. Someone so alluring that she became turned on by the reflection.
It was vain, but she had never noticed how sexy she was. How kissable her full lips were when she pouted them. The way her tits were larger than they looked bound under her uniform. She'd never played with them before, finding them nicely sensitive to the touch. Lightly brushing her nipples brought them to full aching stiffness. Her eyes went over her body to the light scars Juhani had marked her with. Using her Jedi healing Belaya had sped up the healing, by the end of the day they could be completely gone. Tracing her fingers over both her hips and back made her wet all over again.
Pain had never been something she could imagine enjoying. When Juhani had accidentally clawed her, it lit something up in her brain. A lingering sting she enjoyed. Staying with her with even now as she admired the fading wounds. She couldn't help herself; she masturbated imagining the future ways Juhani would mark her body. Thinking of a lifetime of future passion they could hide from the Order once they were both Knights. Cumming on shaky legs as she imagined the things she wanted to do to Juhani. She bit hard on her knuckle to stifle the sound of her voice.
She was tempted to just play sick and stay in her room all day. However, she was still too diligent a student to slack on her duties. Especially when her Master had placed her as the class instructor that morning. With so many Knights indisposed it fell on the more gifted Padawans to teach. Dressing herself, she found even the act of putting on clothes stimulated her body. Unable to calm down, Belaya became paranoid everyone could see her nipples tenting in her robes.
'Are they thinner than usual? They feel so sheer today.' She wore what she did every day, but the simple robes rested differently on her now. Hugging the newly awakened body she'd just discovered. Belaya felt easily imagined eyes on her all throughout the morning exercises.
Focus was hard to maintain as she led the saber class through a lesson on Djem. Running them through Form V sets against each other. She usually worked them harder most days, but today she was gentler in her approach. Criticizing them less harshly than her usual teaching method. It may have gotten their hopes up that for once they wouldn't be leaving the class sore and tired. That was until Belaya took them all on one at a time. Showing why she was considered one of the Enclave's strongest duelists among the Padawans.
One by one she put the other Padawans on the offensive. Showing them how overpowering Djem could really be. Even if she was smaller and physically weaker than the man and bigger alien races, by using the Force she overpowered them all. None of them could block against her strikes for long. Each blow rattled them down till they were left without any strength to continue.
"I yield! I yield!", Her current opponent was on one knee when he surrendered, unable to hold his lightsaber up anymore. Belaya had already stopped the second his defiance had faltered. He was the last of the ten Padawans she had instructed. All of them now soaked in sweat making their robes stick to their skin.
"Very well, you held out better than your classmates, but remember. When you deal with a real Dark Jedi-."
"They won't stop when I beg. Yes, you've drilled that into us all.", he laughed wiping the sweat off his brow. She smiled helping him back up. "That's all for this morning. Please remember to practice in your own free time. Next week we'll have Knight Ti-vok teaching class." As the class began to file out, she could hear one mutter, "Oh good, maybe next we can finish class without soaking through our robes."
Beyala smirked as she was the only one who hadn't broken a sweat. She still felt fresh from her shower. In fact, she didn't feel drained at all.
'I could teach a whole another class.' It was funny just how much stronger she felt today. High on the love she had shared with, "Juhani!" She practically sang seeing the Cathar saunter in. She giddily ran to her, like they hadn't seen each other in years. No one else was around so they shared a quick kiss. She tasted the frustration in her, and already knew its cause.
"Do you want to talk about it?", She asked.
Juhani shook her head, "No. It's only the same old fight. Let's not speak on it anymore." The Cathar smiled making Belaya's knees weak.
"I was watching your spar.", Juhani changed the topic, "You never take it easy on them, do you? You're so very strict with them."
"I need to be. Why are you smiling when you say that?"
"It's just funny seeing you be so dominate in the ring.", Juhani purred low whispering in Belaya's ear giving her tingles all over, "When I had you under me last night shaking."
"I remember pinning you down first.", She whispered back, eyes drifting down to the other woman's cleavage. Juhani ran her nails up Belaya's arm. Making the hair on it stand up with an electric charge.
"You didn't stay on top long.", Juhani bit on the lobe of her ear. Belaya glanced nervously to the door. Even if the next scheduled class wasn't for hours. They were out in the open where anyone could walk in and discover them. It was still risky what Juhani was doing, but Belaya felt her pussy get wet instantly. With a wave of her hand, she shut the entrance door.
Belaya grinned, "You come into my ring, where I am undefeated, and challenge me?"
"Oh, I do~", Juhani pressed her chest up against Belaya's, "Maybe I want to be bested today." Belaya ran her hands up over Juhani's close body, before spinning her around, and kissing all up her neck. Undoing the remaining straps of Juhani's tight vest from behind. Letting the heavy tits bounce free as she ripped it open. Belaya bit down on Juhani's nape as she groped her. Making Juhani gasp and moan as Beyala squeezed her tits. Pinching her nipples till Juhani shuddered with a weak whine that made her pussy feel like it was on fire.
With her other hand Belaya pressed Juhani's bottom close to her. The Cathar sensually danced her hips against the woman. Stripping her leggings down them so that Belaya could play with her. Belaya sunk her fingers down Juhani's panties, touching the Cathar's wet arousal directly. In the nearby wall mirror, Belaya watched hypnotized by the expression Juhani was making. She looked so vastly free of all the stress that had been plaguing her. Replaced by a lewd look that grew the more her fingers moved, touching Juhani's pussy under the tight constraint of her panties. Making the underwear grow transparent from how soaked it became.
Juhani balked, needing to catch herself on the mirrored wall. Covering her mouth with a free hand to obscure her moans. Forced to watch herself in the mirror get fingerfucked into a weak mess. Belaya kissed her cheek while pulling Juhani's panties aside, "You look so good like this~"
She curled her fingers against the sensitivity area she'd discovered. Making Juhani's legs go so weak that she needed to support the Cathar from falling down. Belaya wasn't done with her yet, she was searching for something she'd found masturbating earlier, and hoped that Juhani's physiology also possessed it.
"AAhHH~AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!~", Juhani trembled announcing Belaya had found her clit. Careful not to hurt her, she played with the sensitive cluster of nerves. Rubbing her soaked digit under the little pink hood that covered the pearl of Juhani's sex.
"You like that? I know you do. You sound so Fucking hot right now!", Belaya swore for the first time in her life. Breathing just as raggedly as Juhani was. She forced Juhani to stand back up, supporting her up against her own body. Letting the Cathar watch her reflection get brought to the edge of an intense climax. Juhani's eyes were glued to Belaya's fingers buried in her pussy.
"Beyala I- I'm aaaAAAHHH!", Juhani threw her head back cumming all over Belaya's hand.
Juhani's body spasmed weakly in her hold. Twitching in the after quacks of pleasure rippling through her nervous system. Belaya gently lowered her lover to floor while kissing her shaky lips. Juhani ate her kisses like she was starving. Once on the floor Belaya stood over her still excited for her own release. Loosening her robes, she gave Juhani a strip show, dropping each article of her clothes onto the floor. Dropping her panties right on the Cathar's sensitive nose. The way Juhani's eyes rolled back in her skull as she huffed the scent, made Belaya's heartbeat throb into a frenzy.
Squatting over Juhani's face she lowered herself onto it. Trapping the panties under her pussy and Juhani's nose. Biting her lip, Belaya grinded her pelvis over Juhani's face. Blocking the woman's ability to see with her ass taking up all her vision. She could feel Juhani's mouth work through the panties, trying to kiss her lower lips through them. Belaya raised her hips just enough to snatch away the thin layer separating them and crashed her full weight back down on Juhani's ready tongue.
Belaya groaned as Juhani ate her out. Wiggling her hips she buried the woman's face deeper under her. Fucking herself on the tongue stretching itself as far as it could go inside her. She rutted on it, watching how her reflection bounced and jiggled. Her arousal was already so high it didn't take her long. Belaya felt her thighs flex and twitch erratically leading into her orgasm. Cumming all over Juhani's mouth, her juices spilling out over the woman's chin. Juhani didn't stop eating her, and worked Belaya into a quick second climax that stole her voice.
Screaming silently as her whole body was left twitching over the drenched Cathar. She slumped over landing with her face in Juhani's pussy. Breathing in the strong scent of her sex and getting high from it in her oversexed brain. Instinctively her tongue slipped out from her mouth, experiencing what pussy tasted like for the first time. The two forgot about their surroundings as they got lost in eating each other out. Unaware that Master Quatar had silently slipped into the room and was now observing the two lovers in stunned silence.