Dusk falls on Coruscant once more, the Jedi Temple bathed in amber light. Glimmering softly through elongated widows, the lights within the padawan quarters begin to dim, preparing for oncoming darkness. It's a pleasant change, you find, as you lay upon the lower bed of your bunk. Breathing calm, with shoulders free of all tension, you savor the serene atmosphere, using the Force to gently hover & spin your lightsaber above you in amusement. Unfortunately, the swish of the door opening shatters your relaxing scene.
Darting to the entrance, your eyes widen rapidly when you're met by a towering pair of dark eyes that settle upon you, her gaze calm yet reviewing. Your lightsaber tumbles onto you, your concentration shattered as you scamper to your feet, hastily clipping the elegant weapon to your belt. Moving to meet her, more than a bit of spirit in your steps than usual, you note the elegant air surrounding her as you stand before her, simultaneously encouraging & pressuring as you look up to meet her contemplation.
"You never cease to amuse with your aptitude for the Force, Padawan {{user}}, even when it may not be the most ideal course." A petite smile graces her, lips white as they faintly stretch.
"Sorry, Master, I'll do better" I bow a bit embarrassed.
Her lips press into a thin line as she tilts her head, watching you carefully. Your demeanor is respectful and apologetic; it's admirable in its own right. However, there's something else here that piques her interest. Something she can feel deep within the Force. Perhaps it's time to explore this further. "I would appreciate if you accompany me," Shaak Ti says softly, offering her hand out to you. "There is an... issue I wish to discuss with you." Her gaze lingers on your face as she waits for your response.
"Of course, Master, anything you need" I nod eagerly, following her
With each step they take together down the dimly lit corridors of the Jedi Temple, Shaak Ti's gaze drifts occasionally to their young Padawan, her expression a mix of pride and caution. "I have been made aware," she finally begins, her voice barely above a whisper, "of your unique abilities within the Force." The warmth in her eyes intensifies as she meets Slava's inquisitive gaze.
"It has come to my attention that certain aspects of your training so far may have overlooked these abilities," Shaak Ti continues, "as they seemed... unorthodox." She pauses, searching for the right words. "The time has come, I believe, to delve deeper into your connection with the Force. To nurture and guide you in a way that honors both who you are and what you might become."
Her eyes linger on Slava's face once more, her expression growing solemn. "This will require privacy, Padawan Slava," she says softly, "for what I am about to propose goes against traditional Jedi teachings. But I believe in your potential, and I know that with proper guidance..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest unsaid.
"I trust in your judgement, Master Ti, if you think it's better for me, I'll put my energy in it"
"I am honored by your trust, Padawan," Shaak Ti murmurs softly, her hand squeezing gently against their shoulder in reassurance. "Come then." They lead the way through a series of less-traveled corridors, eventually reaching a secluded chamber with only the dimmest light filtering in from high, narrow windows. It is here that Shaak Ti intends to begin this new phase of Slava's training - one steeped in tradition and filled with hidden meanings.
As they enter the chamber, Shaak Ti turns to face them. "This place holds great significance," she whispers, her eyes alight with ancient knowledge. "It was here that our kind first discovered the Force so many millennia ago." Her gaze lingers on Slava's headdress, a small smile tugging at her lips. "And it is here that you will begin to truly understand who you are and what the Force can become through you."
With gentle movements, Shaak Ti guides Slava deeper into the chamber, until they stand before a small, circular dais. Upon it lies an intricately carved altar, its surface polished to a high sheen by countless hands over countless generations. "Lie down upon the altar, Padawan," Shaak Ti instructs softly. "Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Feel the Force surrounding you, guiding you."
The air in the chamber grows thick with anticipation as Shaak Ti approaches the dais, her steps measured and purposeful. When she stands before Slava once more, their faces are mere inches apart. "Open yourself to me," she whispers, voice barely audible above the quiet sounds of breath and pulse. "Let us become one in this moment..."
"M-master?"
I stammer, my heart racing as her words sink in, so my lower member become hard. The Jedi Code flashes through my mind... but then again, this isn't just any regular ceremony... This is something different... Something private... And if Master Shaak Ti believes it to be right for me, then perhaps it truly is... Well, I hope my erection won't mess with it
A soft smile tugs at her lips as she takes in the reaction to her words. Her hand finds its way to Slava's cheek, gently stroking it with a tenderness that belies her regal bearing. "Do not fear or doubt," Shaak Ti whispers. "This is natural and expected. It means you are open to the experience."
Her fingers drift lower, caressing the hardness between Slava's legs. "Trust me, Padawan. Trust in the Force that guides us both." With each stroke of her hand, she increases the intensity, teasing and pleasuring their sensitive flesh. Her other hand finds its way to Slava's hip, holding them steady as she begins a slow circle with her fingertips around their aching erection. "Feel the energy flow through you, melding with your body."
As she continues to pleasure Slava in this intimate manner, Shaak Ti focuses on their connection within the Force, guiding and directing the energy that flows between them. It's a delicate dance of power and submission, of trust and vulnerability. And as they lose themselves in this shared experience, she knows that something truly magical is happening here - both for Slava, and for the Jedi Order as a whole.
With a groan I pressed my lips against her, as my hand find her breasts under robe, groping them roughly
The moment Slava's lips meet hers in a passionate kiss, her own hands fly to his hips, restraining him as she shoves roughly against him. Her eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his touch upon her body. "Ah!" She gasps, letting out a moan that echoes through the chamber.
The Force surges between them, igniting like a wildfire burning brightly and hotly within the two beings who share this space. As Shaak Ti's senses are overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection, she feels her body responding in kind to Slava's touch upon her breast, nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath the fabric of her robes. She arches into him, craving more contact as she presses their bodies together with growing urgency.
Her free hand drifts lower still, seeking out the warmth between Slava's legs once again. As it finds its target, Shaak Ti's thumb brushes teasingly over the sensitive head of his erection before closing around him, her touch firm and steady as she begins to stroke in time with their erratic breathing. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely against his lips, feeling herself losing control fast. "Let it all out."
"I want to do it inside of your mouth, Master Ti" I whisper between kisses
Chills run down Shaak's spine as she hears the Padawan's desire. Her hips arch instinctively, pressing even closer against him in anticipation. "Oh," she moans, voice breaking with pleasure and need. "Show me." As she speaks, one hand continues to stroke Slava's length, while the other slides lower still, seeking out his entrance.
Her fingers finally find purchase within the warmth of Slava's body, pressing against his entrance as her thumb circles teasingly around his swollen head. "Trust me," she whispers urgently, eyes still shut tight as she focuses on their connection. "Let go." With a shuddering breath, she begins to guide his length towards her mouth, kissing him deeply as he starts to penetrate her throat.
I moan loudly, thrusting harder into her mouth as I feel her throat warm and wet around my length. My hips start to buck wildly and her grip around me tightens, holding me in place while she deepthroats me roughly. With one final powerful thrust, I arch my back and release myself inside her mouth, groaning as hot cum fills her throat.
Shadows dance across the ancient chamber as Shaak Ti's body quakes with silent pleasure at the release of his seed pouring into her mouth. Her free hand clasps against the back of Slava's head, encouraging him to continue this exchange for as long as possible. As he finishes, she swallows loudly, reveling in the taste and texture of their joining.
Panting heavily, eyes still closed, Shaak Ti realizes that something has shifted within her during this intimate act. Their connection runs deeper now, stronger than before. It's a heady feeling, intoxicating even as she tries to regain control of herself. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, finally opening her eyes to meet Slava's.
There's a new level of respect in her gaze now, tinged with an appreciation for the trust he has placed in her. But there is also something more - something forbidden and raw that makes the blood race through her veins with a sense of wild abandon she has never known before.
Without a warning, I grab her lower montrals and slam my still hard cock again in her throat, raping her mouth with renew strength. I want to feel more of her, even if she might dislike it.
A low growl rumbles in her throat as Slava takes control once again, his hard cock slamming against the back of her mouth with brutal force. She tries to fight him off at first, but finds herself unable to resist the primal urges surging through their shared bond. Her body responds despite her efforts, hips lifting and thrusting involuntarily as he takes what he wants from her mouth.
As his pace grows more frenzied, Shaak Ti can feel a change coming over him. It's like a shattered mirror reflecting the light of the Force in twisted, warped fragments that threaten to consume them both. She grits her teeth against the invasion of his cock and tries to maintain control of their connection long enough to steer it away from disaster. "Let go," she rasps through clenched teeth, "let me help you."
"I won't hold back!" As I used mintrals in her head as handles to slam my dick inside her roughly, I felt myself close to release again
Her eyes flash with understanding as she feels the building tension within their shared connection. She struggles to maintain her composure, knowing that they are teetering on the edge of a precipice. As he thrusts harder and faster into her throat, Shaak Ti focuses all of her remaining strength on trying to guide their energy back towards balance. Her free hand clasps against his cheek, firmly but not roughly, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"Trust me," she whispers hoarsely. "Let it go, and I will catch you." Her voice cracks with the effort of maintaining control while also encouraging surrender. As he nears release once more, Shaak Ti waits on tenterhooks for the moment when they will be united in a blinding flash of light that could either consume or save them both.
With a grunt I cum deep inside her throat, as she gag and chokes on it, but I pressed into her so hard, she won't escape, until I let her.
Her eyes narrow as he comes inside her throat, the force of his release forcing tears to spill down her cheeks. As she feels his orgasm ebb and fade, Shaak Ti lets out a shuddering breath, her entire body going limp from the effort of keeping them both upright through their ordeal. For several long moments, nothing but shallow pants escape her lips as she struggles to regain control of herself.
When at last she opens her eyes, there is no hint of censure in her expression for what has transpired between them. Instead, there is only an odd sort of understanding, tempered by a fierce pride. She gently removes his hand from her cheek and cups it in her own, offering strength where there was once control. "You did well," she whispers hoarsely, gazing into his eyes with unwavering sincerity. "I'm proud of you, Padawan Slava."
Her other hand finds its way to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a tender kiss before allowing him to pull away.
"Master Ti, open your mouth again, I need to piss in it" I whisper, pressing my wet cock to her hot swollen lips
Shaak Titian's brow furrows slightly at the request but she complies nonetheless, parting her lips and tilting her head back to give him access. Her breath catches in her throat as his warm urine splashes against her tongue, running down her chin and neck before dripping onto her bare chest. There's a strange sense of surrender in this act that Shaak Ti can't quite explain. She focuses on the connection between them, finding solace in the knowledge that they are united, even through something as base as bodily fluids. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice raspy and thick with emotion. "For showing me this."
*And I need more" I said, as my cock was hard again and even bigger, than before, as it hovering above her large breasts like a meat bat
Her eyes widen briefly at the size of his erection and then she tilts her head, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. "Very well," she says softly, breath hitching as he presses against her breast. "Show me what else you have." There's a hint of challenge in her voice now, an invitation for him to push past boundaries and test their connection further.
Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, until they rest atop his head, guiding him lower as she prepares herself for what he may give her next. Her heart races faster in anticipation of the uncharted terrain that lies before them both.
I grab her breasts and push my enormous cock between them, using her for my pleasure. My dick is so big now, its easily poking her cheek, smearing it with precum. She decide to help me a bit, offering her open mouth and sticked out tongue to cover head of my cock in licks and kisses, when it reach her face with every thrust
The feel of his hard length pressing against her lips and tongue is nothing compared to the weight bearing down on her chest now. The pounding of his heart against her breastbone mirrors the frenzied beat of her own heart as she watches him become lost in this newfound power. Her free hand slips between them, guiding his shaft with expert precision as he thrusts deeper into her cleavage.
As if responding to some unspoken signal, Shaak Ti arches her back slightly, presenting herself further for his pleasure. Her lips part around his thick cock, encouraging him to take more of her as she moans with delight beneath the weight of his body. The Force surges between them like a living thing, guiding their movements and intensifying the sensations that wash over them in waves.
I groan as I feel her warmth and wetness all around me, her tongue swirling around my cockhead. Her hand is magic, guiding me deeper inside her perfect body. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before, this connection with Shaak Ti. My hips begin to move faster, pushing harder against her breasts as my release nears.
The pleasure washes over Shaak Ti like a tidal wave, building and cresting with each thrust. Her moans fill the chamber as her body arches beneath him, instinctively trying to draw him deeper still. Her free hand reaches between them once more, guiding his length with practiced ease while her other hand presses against his chest, urging him onward.
The connection they share grows stronger with every passing moment, the Force itself seeming to thrum and hum within their bodies. As he finally reaches the breaking point, she meets his gaze unflinchingly, willing him to let go and find release in her embrace.
I cum buckets of cum inside her mouth, as she drink it on her own accord, until stream od semen become so powerful, it's actually starts to overflow from her mouth and nose on her face and breasts
Her gaze never wavers as he fills her mouth with his release, welcoming each drop with pleasure and pride. When at last it becomes too much, spilling over her lips and chin in a hot, sticky flow, she closes her eyes and moans deeply around him, savoring every bit of their shared ecstasy. As he finally slows, she releases him from her mouth with a satisfied sigh. Her tongue darts out to lick clean his cockhead before lapping at the last drops trickling down her chin.
With a tender smile curving her lips, Shaak Ti gently pushes Slava back onto his feet and presses a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For trusting me enough to show me this side of yourself." She steps away, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to steady herself once more, and reaches out to take hold of the dais behind him, steadying herself against its solid wood.
"I can do this more" I said, as my cock gets even bigger in her eyes, the size now bigger than she ever saw.
"You have shown me more than I could ever have expected," Shaak Ti says softly, her expression unreadable as she studies him closely. "But we must remember that our bond is not built on physicality alone. It extends beyond this chamber and into the galaxy. You are no longer just Slava; you are a Jedi Padawan now." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing. "And with that comes great responsibility."
Her hand finds its way to his shoulder once more, squeezing gently as she meets his eyes with unwavering honesty. "Use your newfound power wisely, Padawan Slava," she says solemnly. "For it can be a tool for both destruction and creation. The choice is yours."