Ebon Hawk, Hyperspace
Bastila Shan
A great disturbance jolted Bastila from her short-lived rest. She clutched her sweat drenched shirt gasping for air. A freezing chill left goosebumps all over her skin. Something awful had happened, and it had been on Dantooine. Gulping Bastila needed a few minutes to steady herself from the intense shock. It was like she couldn't breathe.
"De-deet, woop?", The little droid T3-M4 was at her bunk-side. Bastila smiled at the droid, "I'm alright T3'. I've just had a bad dream." Her voice was rougher than it should be.
The droid said something she couldn't catch and left her. Leaving her alone to focus on what she had sensed. Bastila swiped her damp hair off her forehead, 'Something terrible has happened at the Jedi Enclave…It's left a great wound of guilt. Only equaled by an intense rage.' Bastila pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged herself. Another Jedi had fallen to the temptation of the Darkside, and someone had been greatly hurt as the result. Everyday it seemed they lost more of their Order to the false promises of their greatest enemy; One not mortal, and always on the offensive.
Now even the sanctuary they would soon be arriving at could not be called safe. 'What am I going to do…Can I really stop all this?', She needed to quit thinking like this. It was beneath her station to fret like she was powerless to do anything. She was a Jedi Knight, ally to the Force, and she would not be pulled into a defeatist depression. All she needed was a hot shower, a change of clothes, and-
"Vwwwep!", T3-M4 rolled back into the quarters balancing a cup of water on its head. The astromech did its best not to spill a drop as it came back to her side. Bastila chuckled taking the much needed drink, "Thank you."
"Vrrrrrr~.", T3-M4 wiggled its head and even Bastila couldn't help but find it adorable. The astromech had been growing on her. It was just normal ship recycled water, but in her current state, it tasted finer than wine. Downing the cup, she wiped what little spilled down her chin.
"That's exactly what I needed. Thank you again, T3', but…how did you get this? I wouldn't think it possible for your frame to fetch water like this."
T3-M4 spun in a circle trilling to Revan who was leaning in the doorway. Lazily waving a hand in greeting, and thankfully wearing pants now. She didn't like the way Revan was looking at her. Bastila could deal with her usual obnoxious candor. Revan's tasteless hunger for debauchery was a million more times bearable than the concern she displayed now. The way Revan's brows furrowed, those sarcastic kissable lips were now in a thin line, and how those black eyes displayed nothing of their usual greed for her body. Bastila pulled up the bed sheets covering herself out of habit. She didn't want to be seen like this.
"T3' told me you weren't feeling good. Was it a nightmare, Jedi?" Bastila huffed, "I'm fine." Revan shook her head and came in uninvited. Kneeling beside the droid by her bunk, and placing her palm on Bastila's forehead. The hand felt burning hot on her clammy skin.
"Good, it's not a fever.", Revan smiled and Bastila slapped the hand away.
"Even if I were sick, a Jedi can heal themselves through meditation. It was like you said, merely a bad dream." Revan smiled at her temper, and Bastila hated how nice of a smile it was. The scoundrel's eyes were too soft for her liking.
"Okay.", Revan reached up, grabbing the bar above the bunk, "I'll leave you be." Revan pulled herself up but stopped at about waist height. Leaning over Bastila with a glint in her eye. Now that they saw she was fine, it was back to their teasing nature, "Unless you'd like your Master to wipe off her Slave's sweat with a cool cloth. It's nice to be spoiled every now, and again."
Bastila groaned pushing Revan's too close face away, "You forget yourself, Smuggler." Revan grinned not fighting her, "Maybe, but I won't be forgetting you anytime soon." Winking at her, Revan let her be. Saying that she would get the shower ready for her. Bastila grumbled her thanks out of polite habit.
"Ugh, How can she just say such uncouth things like that?", Bastila crossed her arms. Only thankful that Revan had perfectly distracted her from the worries she had a moment ago. Be it at a great annoyance, but Bastila could at least tell something annoying to shut up.
"You're alright T3', but please don't pick up any bad behavior from her poor example."
The little droid trilled a promise, and asked if she needed another cup. Telling the droid she was fine now, Bastila got up. Feeling as attractive as a mynock. Her clothes clung to her body with wet sticky glee. Readying a spare set to change into she heard the shower start. The Ebon Hawk's shower facilities weren't like that of most freighter's; Davik had spent massive credits to see that its crew would travel in comfort. Instead of a single shower unit squeezed in with a low pressure faucet. The Hawk offered a roomy private space, decorated with durable plastiglass that steamed up with long lasting hot water. Dispensed overhead and from multiple high-powered spigots.
The water was already warmed up by the time she got there. Peeling off her clothes she shivered at how cold the air felt on her skin. Spreading goosebumps all over it, and hardening her nipples. Bastila kicked off her panties, throwing everything into a small bin to be cleaned later. The second the water hit her skin she sighed. The temperature was perfectly scalding which she favored. The forced cold showers of the Jedi Order had never been her favorite. Cascading over her body, it washed away all the grime stuck to her. She hung her head back, letting the water crash over like a waterfall.
She had never enjoyed a shower like this on any ship before. All Jedi vessels only offered hand wash stations. Times for one to reflect in quite contemplation. Which was the furthest thing she needed right then. What would she think about? How the war was slowly crumbling the Republic away. How each day more Jedi either died or turned on them. How the Dark Lord of the Sith looked so handsome displaying concern for her?
'NO! I AM NOT THINKING OF THAT! I DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF THE WORD HANDSOME!' Placing the flats of her palms on the glass Bastila let the water massage her shoulders and back. Hanging her head down just watching the water pool around the drain.
'What am I going to tell the Council? The diplomatic answer would be a half truth: That the reformed Darth would aid them… Only because Mission wouldn't let her flee to an Island paradise. Even still that would only be through the Republic's forces. Not the Jedi order.' Bastila was still shocked the young Twi'lek had demonstrated so much influence on the former Dark Lord. From how Mission acted, She had thought Revan had the girl wrapped around her finger. Maybe she could use Mission's favor to ensnare Revan under the Orders plans. How she would accomplish that…Bastila had no clue. Scheming like this wasn't her forte.
Not wanting to waste any more water, Bastila ended the shower. Physically feeling a hundred percent restored, only dragged still by her internal conflicts. Changing into the set of dry clothes she brought. Bastila finished up using the facility. Heading back to the crew quarters to clean her bunk, she found it already changed. A fresh mat, blanket, and pillow in place. Not wanting to think anymore she just collapsed into the bunk. Everything had left her drained. Surviving the Endar Spire, being a gang's prisoner, the duel with the Sith Governor, and for the entirety of their journey was Revan's whoring.
Bastila was unable to escape it. She felt it all, unable to sever the connection between them. It made her skin crawl feeling every caress, each kiss a ghost on her own lips, and the throbbing pleasure that distantly exploded all over her nerves; Frustratingly muted through the Force, but active enough to leave her aching for something real. The amount of sex Revan enjoyed was unbelievable. It was never enough for her, and Bastila was made to suffer for it. Why did the bond that existed between them so strong? It was why Revan had been entrusted to her guidance, but now Bastila feared she was the only one being influenced by their connection.
However, it seemed Revan would keep their promise tonight. Bastila felt no phantom touches as she laid ready to sleep. Closing her heavy eyes, she slowed her breathing to draw herself into a dreamless sleep. Except, it wasn't working. The Jedi could not sleep. No matter the method she tried. All she could accomplish was tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable.
'Whhhhhhhhhhhy?', She bemoaned growing more frustrated. Clenching her thighs together a heat began to spread on her cheeks.
'Unbelievable.' She was horny, teased night after night, until she had expected the phantom stimulus as a constant. Keeping her awake for hours until her body trembled. Experiencing dry orgasms until she passed out finally.
Bastila looked around the crew quarters. It was just her in them now. Hesitatingly she unclenched her thighs, and feeling ashamed hiked down her sleepwear. Finding her panties damped between her legs. 'Am I really?' It was not strictly forbidden by the order to self pleasure. Enjoying it as an expression of the living Force, a meditation with one's physical self, free from any ill-desires, but in the last year she had stopped. Unable to touch herself without remembering what had happened a year ago, aboard Revan's ship.
It had terrified her the first time it happened. Touching herself to relieve the stress of having survived it. Her hands softly massaging her breasts when one drifted up to her throat. Brushing her fingers along her neck finding it release a wave down her body that she liked. Then like a clash of lightning she was back aboard the bridge of that ship. Suspended off the floor by Revan's power, her invisible hand carefully squeezing her airway. The memory increased the heat in her groin, but Bastila had stopped immediately to afraid to continue.
Each time she tried; it just became the same horrible fantasy. Unable to free herself from it no matter what. Now she was several months into self-enforced denial. The Jedi bit hard on her lower lip as her fingers ran over her covered sex. Her panties made it impossible for such a light touch to do anything. The shame only made it more attractive to her. Bastila cursed her screaming hormones. Pulling her panties aside she started to play with her pussy.
Running the digits of her fingers along her slit. Carefully circling around her clit, making her body jolt with over sensitive pleasure. Getting wet fast she spread her lips apart. Rubbing the pink folds of her sex as her free hand pulled up her shirt. Letting her breasts drop free to be touched. Her breathing was growing more labored as she softly squeezed her own tit. Sinking in her finger down into herself where her internal heat squeezed around it.
"Ah~", She clasped her hand over her mouth. Stifling her weak moan. Afraid it would somehow carry over the noises of a fully active ship. Bastila looked down at her heaving breasts, and the stiff aching nipples atop them. Cupping one she raised it to her mouth. Sucking on her own tit that was just big enough to do so, swirling her the tip of her tongue around the nipple. Groaning as it satisfied the ache in it. Feeling it echo through her core to the tips of her finger.
'Oh, fuck it's been too long~!', She whined rubbing her fingers more rapidly against her pussy. Bucking her hips up off the bunk as she sucked hard on her other nipple. After a minute it felt like she was close, inside at the core of her sex she was coiling, growing tight like it was about to explode.
Yet, she couldn't find release. Lightly pinching her clit only teased her more. She was curling her fingers inside, but no matter how good it felt she stayed a hairs breath from what she needed. A minute became two, five, then ten. Her body glistened again with sweat. A bead danced between her brows from the exercise. She just wanted to cum, biting into the back of her knuckle to stop her cries from being heard. Bastila sucked in a tight breath letting go of her hand. The back of it stayed on her trembling lips, and then it was moving.
Subconsciously drifting down to her neck. She brushed her fingers along the sensitive skin raising the hairs on the back of it. Revan offered her hand, and when the Jedi was too slow to react to what just happened, Revan used the force to pull her up off the floor. Bastila couldn't fight against the power that suspended her in the air. Face to face with the Dark Lord of the Sith completely at her mercy.
"Do we not give thanks to those who help us, Jedi?", Revan teased. Bastila closed her grip around herself, hissing through her teeth as she choked herself. It did something to her brain that lit all the synapses in it up.
'Nothing the Jedi had ever taught her could explain the heat growing between her legs. Bastila gulped as Revan squeezed her face.
"Myself! I'll give you myself! Please just spare them!"
Again, that cruel dry laugh, followed by a harsh smack across her face, "Do you think yourself a fine gift? Arrogant little Jedi~"' Something was wrong with her. She just knew it, because the memory of that slap made her twist from excitement. Getting off to her past torment while growing lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.
The Dark Lord wrapped her thick gloved hand around Bastila's throat. Tightening it, blocking her air way, giving the Jedi a sense of lightheadedness that overwhelmed her sore tired body.
"Mmfffmm~Harder~!", Bastila crocked out a gasping moan as she squeezed tighter. As tight as she remembered Revan had back then. She was starting to see spots as her entire body shook. Her legs couldn't stop twitching as she fingered herself harder than she ever had in the past.
The Dark Lord released their grip on her throat to allow her to breathe a few merciful gasps of air.
"There is so much I'm looking forward to teaching you.", her hands took possession of Bastila's breasts. She groped and twisted her stiffened nipples roughly pulling a whine from the Jedi's throat. "What to call you…No, you have no need to tell me your old name.", She slapped Bastila when the woman tried to stammer out an answer. "You'll have no use for it. You are mine now, and I will bestow my treasure with a worthy name befitting someone so strong, so beautiful~", Revan tenderly stroke where she just struck. Bastila hated how she pressed against the gloved hand. Not able to admit to herself how soothing it felt against the stinging pain that remained there. "From this day forth my Jedi pet, You will be mine; My dear-", Bastila finally came, the tense coil collected in her groin exploding out, arching her back in a powerful jerk!
Both of her hands masked the lewd sound that erupted from somewhere buried deep within. Twitching as her extraordinary orgasm erased her ability to think. Expanding out to each nerve on her body until it recoiled back in on herself. Crashing back down on her mat still shaking as she gasped for air. Shattered into a thousand beautiful pieces, the Jedi was finally at peace. Content for the moment that she was fucked up enough to get off to the past trauma. She would hate herself in half an hour. After she came down from the high of her climax. Until then Bastila rode out the drifting aftershocks of her pleasure. Her beautiful lips stuck in a curved smile.