The Dodgy Blaster (R-18)

After taking the elevator to the top floor, the shining metal doors opened up to reveal a luxurious penthouse that I pimped out from the damp and dreary shitehole it used to be.

Everything was one big open space, doors were for the weak. Why would you hassle yourself with them, when instead you can walk from bed straight to the bar unobstructed.

Next to the elevator was a minibar stocked with a wide selection of alcoholic beverages coming from all over the galaxy. Opposite is the chilling space, fit with two Alderan leather couches and accompanying arm chairs that were placed around a short coffee table which rested on top of a bantha fur carpet.

The long, thin ceiling lights lit the place with warm light and showed off the steps that led the way to the alcove that housed the master bedroom. Taking up most of the space was a Rancor-size bed that I had custom made, it was comfy as fuck and able to handle what've activites took place on it.

Other rooms included the studio where I make sick beats that bring in the dosh, and a large bathroom fit with a big showerspace and a jacuzzi - which I definitely didn't get planning permission for.

Strolling into the room, Aayla juggled between curiously taking in her surroundings and sending me looks with indecipherable intent, commenting as she did so, "So this is where you disappear to when you're not bunking at the temple."

"Yep, minted isn't it." Finding the datapad that controlled the speaker system, I grasped it with force and brought it over to Aayla allowing her to choose the music, "Put on something you like." I said, plopping down on the sofa and manspreading across the big piece of furniture.

Taking the thin rectangular device, Aayla powered it on or flicked through the many options for a moment before settling on one, "Here it is."

Aayla ended up picking a song that Rael frequently played when he was high off death sticks. The notes combined to make a calm symphony that caused your mind to relax, as he said, 'Perfect for when you don't want to give two fucks for a while.'

After adjusting the volume Aayla placed the datapad down on the table, stepped over to the couch and starfished across it. She never seemed to mind that she was leaning on my arm and mumbled, "Maybe I should get a place outside the temple."

"Yeah?" I turned my head to see her twirling the ends of her lekku between her fingers, "Just crash here. I don't mind."

"Really?" Aayla blinked, my words putting a stop to her fidgeting.

"Besides, not to be that guy, but you're broke." I chuckled, "The only thing you'll be buying is an overnight stay at a shitty motel."

Playfully smacking my chest in embarrassment, edging closer Aayla bashfully replied "That's not true! I'm sure I could get something small and homely…"

"No need for that anyway, this place is a bit big for just me. I'm sure having you here would liven up the place." I told her, omitting the fact that I wouldn't mind having her bunk here permanently.

For the briefest of moments, Aayla's eyes shook as she realised how close we were, but she never pulled away. Quieter than before and with a much thicker accent, she answered "If you are fine with it…"

The conversation died off, the room fell into a tense silence. Our knees were touching, the hand she used in jest to swat me rested atop my chest, and her spot marked lekku draped themselves over her shoulders in a criss-cross manner.

Giving fleeting glances and fidgeting with the ends of her lekku again, she murmured, "Lycan…I" before cutting off whatever she was going to say prematurely.

I could feel the heat from her body, her dark lips were so close I could practically taste them and staring into her green eyes, I was truly spellbound by their beauty.

Aayla's gaze flickered between my eyes and mouth, I felt her breathing quicken as she moved in slightly and the slightest of gaps formed between her full lips. Her eyes began to close and with it, I could feel a wild, intense wave of emotion roll off her.

The force translated it all for me, her nervousness, her excitement, her insecurity, her anticipation. It was all laid bare for me to see.

Answering all of her unsaid questions, I closed my eyes and closed the distance.

A warm, borderline euphoric sensation washed over my body as our lips touched. The action was beyond what simple words could describe, but they could express the fluttering the fluttering of my dual hearts which only intensified with the length of the kiss.

Separating from each other, I reopened my eyes, as did Aayla. The emotions which I could previously only feel through the force began to show on her face. Her lips moved, but she couldn't quite find the right words to say, so she let her actions speak for themselves.

{Risk of boner beyond this point. Proceed at your own risk}

Coming back for seconds, Aayla leaned over and snaked her arms around my neck before initiating another clumsy peck on my lips. She clearly never knew what she was doing, but that never stopped her from trying her damnedest to figure things out.

Sliding my hands down her body until they rested on her white corset, I guided her actions until she was seated on my lap. Fighting against the urge to remove her clothes faster than the average ship travels through hyperspace, we continued to kiss.

Eventually I managed to slip a bit of tongue in, much to the surprise of Aayla whose eye shot wide open the instant the foregin object invaded her mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Aayla stuttered, "W-what was that for?"

"Pecking was nice and all, but you're just skimming the surface." Holding her flustered gaze, I asked, "Aayla. Do you trust me?"

Rather than speak, Aayla just nodded shyly.

"Great, now just follow my lead here. Alright?" Punctuating my statement I went straight in for a snog.

None of the pussyfooting from before. If these kisses told Aayla anything apart from how much I was going to ravage her, I was doing something severely wrong.

Skittishly at first, Aayla tested the waters. She gave short, sharp probes that highlighted her inexperience on the matter.

Instead of being an erotic dance of the mouth, it was more akin to a one sided battering where my fighter was being repeatedly jabed. A far cry from what I would call a pleasant experience, but showing her uncanny aptitude for learning new skills, her technique rapidly improved as time passed.

Tugging at the busk of her corset, I made sure to remind her of what she was getting into. If we were doing this, I didn't want her to regret what happened.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked, pushing the mess of emotions the force was feeding me to the side. I wanted to hear it from her mouth, not some wack-ass universal power.

"...I'm sure." Aayla responded, putting an end to my sudden spiking heart rate. Right now, at this moment, she feels more frail than ever before.

"I don't know if this is right, but I do know this-this could be the last days we ever spend together." Despite the situation she started spilling her worries, "The war, it's getting worse, and there's no signs of it cooling down anytime soon. I don't know what will happen to you, me or anyone else. For all I know the force doesn't either."

Aayla's eyes began to moisten, little pools of water formed at the edges of her almond shaped eyes as she spoke, "So right now, even if it's frowned upon, even if it goes against the order's teachings. All I want is to enjoy the time I have left with you."

Catching the tears before they could stream down her face, I cupped her face with my hands and wiped my thumbs under her eyes.

I had no words to say in return, I wasn't eloquent enough.

Instead, for the first time since I learned the ways of the force. I completely opened myself up, putting my feelings on full display for Aayla. It was nerve wracking, made me feel bare, weak, exposed.

It was the reason I always had barriers up constantly, being around so many people who could potentially read my innermost thoughts scared me. Yet, here I was opening myself up of my own violation.

I could see her reaction to it, and there was no judgement in her eyes, just pure sincere appreciation of my gesture.

Just that small reaction made it all worth it.

No words needed to be exchanged here on out. We both knew what we wanted, and we both knew what we were going to do.

Our lips smashed against each other, as did the torrential sea of emotions that spiralled around the room like a veritable whirlpool. With both of us leaving our inner feelings on full display, the began to involentarly mix, giving birth to new shared emotions as we moved to second base.

I was about to undo the front of my her corset, when I realised that I'm a fucking jedi. There's no need for hand, if the force is going to be watching over the upcoming debauchery, I'm damn well going to use it to my own benefit.

With the flick of my wrist, the front of Aayla's corset burst open, and another twitch of a finger sent it flying across the room. Unobstructed by a tight layer of fabric, Aayla bust was left on full display, giving me a clear view of the heavenly sight.

Not a second was wasted as my hands gilded up her toned abdomen and found themselves fondling Aayla's soft, supple, shapely tits. While peppering her lithe neck with kisses, using circular motions I gently traced around her areola causing her body to quiver in delightl.

Even with my hand and mouth occupied, I managed to stimulate her hard teats - which in my eyes, looked more delicious than the cherry floating atop a freshly made cocktail.

With extreme finesse, the telekinetic abilities I typically used for crushing droids were put to work, pleasuring whatever areas of Aayla my physical body could reach. From glancing touches to outright pokes and prods, my manipulation of the force covered all bases, as could be told from Aayla writhing body.

Gripping tightly onto my robes, Aayla took a page from my book and subtracted an article of clothing. My robes came shooting off, messily landing over one of the chairs opposite us and leaving my bare torso exposed to the cool air.

As if invigorated by the sight of my brawny tattooed pectorals that positively popped despite me not actively flexing. Aayla flattened herself over me, the combination of her mounds of doughy goodness pressing against my bare skin and her tongue trailing the intricately drawn maze of lines that were etched on my skin turned me on beyond what I thought was zabrakly possible.

Managing to shatter my preconceived notion of the height of arousal, was Aayla grinding atop the steel rod that formed underneath her the moment I got a glimpse of her bouncy blue breasts.

While my use of the Jedi's teachings continued down to the very depths of depravity, I decided my hands needed some exercise. Skating my palms down to the ends of the dark tights hanging tightly to the widest hips in the galaxy, I adeptly pulled them down by Aayla phenomenally shaped arse to find out...she was going commando.

How I loved that.

Smacking my mitts against her spongy, yet firm hind, I gave the glorious butt cheeks a firm kneading. Call me a pirate, 'cause I was a stout lover of booty.

Aayla mewled unto the contact, which only served to make me redouble my efforts. Using the force, I ripped the upper portion of the tights off, turning what was left into a pair of made-do thigh highs, and giving me full, unobstructed access to the spheres of cushy muscle.

By the time Aayla had stopped playing a labyrinth puzzle with her tongue, made her way back up my neck and returned to my lips. My right hand had snaked round her front and made a break for her smooth hairless snatch.

First contact revealed that my initial assumption of a moist terrain was wrong, moist was too soft a word, soaked was a more accurate depiction. Maybe add a supper in there for good measure, super soaking wet.

Heavily lubricated by the excess of juices that poured from her, it slipped it's way to the target - the clit.

Armed and on point, my attack started. Clockwise swirls bombarded Aayla's sensitive spot, and never let up until Aayla was left squirming like she was hit by force lightning. It seemed like she tried to say something, but whatever it was got trapped under the neverending chorus of moans and pants.

Her full body tensed and her spine arched back in an erotic arc. I had to grip her slender waist to prevent her from bucking off and hitting the floor as she treated me to a titillating dance of orgasmic shudders.

Gasping hot, bated breaths, Aayla slumped against me like a puppet that had its marionettes cut. The overwhelmingly potent feelings being transmitted through the force hit me harder than a freight train, it was like she was making up for the lifetime she spent repressing her emotions.

My empathic abilities were oversaturated with Aayla's passionate reactions, it was like a flashbang of pure emotion was let off in front of me.

Spanking Aayla's tense buttocks as she was in the midst of recovering, I carried her through to the master bedroom ass first and dropped her onto the bed. The springs of the mattress appeared to jolt the energy back into her as she used the bounce to pivot herself around midair and drag me down by her side.

We were both running on a high, one that didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

Copying my indecent use of the force, an unseen hand yanked my trousers and boxers away from me, giving Aayla a front row seat to the cock exhibit. Like most things to do with me, it was massive.

The dimly lit room only further accentuated the mammoth members size, the shadows strewn across the room blended with the dark tribal patterns etched across the weapon of mass destruction.

An intimidating sight for the Twi'lek virgin who looked upon my super schlong with wide eyes, but it a task she was willing to tackle.

I allowed her to approach and examine bitch breaker up close, both of her blue hands looked tiny in comparison as she slowly stroked up and down the shaft. Going off whatever clue I gave through our empathic bond, Aayla rapidly honed her lackadaisical movements that only served to promote blood flow, to brisk two-handed jerk that made me weak in the knees.

She never had to check in with me to know if she was doing a good job, she could feel it. Even if she couldn't, the periodic throbs of my lumbering lengths as the simulated helped communicated what work and what didn't

With a pool rapidly forming beneath her, Aayla ended it by placing a chaste kiss on the tip, drawing out the slightest hint of pre-cum. Which she curiously licked once she noticed the whitish fluid threatening to drip off the head.

As Aayla sampled my bodily fluid, smacking her lips at the strange salty but sweet flavour. I shoved her onto her back, making her tits sag to the side and causing the build up of sweat between her cleavage all the more apparent.

The little droplets of sweat that clung to her figure gave every one of Aayla's minute movements a shimmering sheen as the light bounced over her at all the right angles. At the same time as my palms skated across her trim abdominal muscles, and roamed down to her nether regions, Aayla unlocked the gates, inviting me in with open legs.

Coming closer, I rested my sword above the holylands, giving both of us a moment to see the damage the crusade would do.

Biting her bottom lip, Aayla stiffed up, probably conjuring up a variety of questions that had to do with the upcoming sex. But to reassure her, I sent a wave of calming, positive emotions that roughly told her my intent and managed to relax her tense muscles.

Lining up with the entrance, I shot Aayla one last look before sticking it in. When she returned a small nod, I went in. Sliding past her puffy vulva, I plunged a few inches deep only stopping when the vagina walls around my cock clamped down like a vice grip.

Aayla's abdomen and thigh muscles were made prominent as she tensed from the penetration. The increased pressure felt truly divine as the hot, moistened walls squeezed tightly on the portion of my penis that was inside.

Eventually Aayla became accustomed to the feeling of me being inside her, and the grip slackened, restoring ease of movement. Surprising me, and by the looks of it herself. Aayla managed to take my entire dick after the initial roadbump.

Whether it be Twi'lek physiology or Aayla secretly masturabting with horse sized dildos that allowed this to happen. I didn't care, because being fully sheathed inside such a beautiful woman was all that was on my mind.

Aayla let a sonorous moan slip out when I ran out of inches to give her. Savouring the fullness, she snaked her arms around my back and held me still while she pulled me in for a kiss.

After staying like this for a while, I began thrusting - starting off slowly before cranking the speed up to a much faster pace that sent Aayla's body into a frenzy.

Aayla sang loudly as her bouncy ass was turned into a make-shift crash matt for my groin's incessant pounding. The blue skin around the impact sight took on a progressively darker and dark hue with each collision as the sounds of our body slapping together filled the room.

Aayla's lekku curled around each other beneath her jaw, preventing them from flapping about, but the same couldn't be said for her breasts which were left unsupported as they moved wildly up and down her chest.

A combination of rapid thrusting, erotic moaning, and a titilating view had me on edge already. I was sure that Aayla was too, but to make sure, I decided to test out a tidbit of knowledge I preened from Ros Lai telling me of her escapades with Dia.

Just as I was about to blow, I gently stroked Aayla's lekku from top to bottom. My action brought out a high pitched squeal from Aayla, that pushed her to climax - if her contracting cave was anything to go by.

Performing one final thrust, I joined her. A giant burst of jizz rocked through my urethra and splattered out into Aayla's baby room, her eye's rolling to the back of her head as I filled her to the brim.

I rolled off her and landed by her side. Panting in unison, we lay there, recovering from the debaucherous act of carnal pleasure.

"Again?" "Again?" We both said.

Not for long though.

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