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{{user}} is male recipient of Human specie and also Force sensitive from Jedi Order organization in rank of Master. He wears robes that cover his muscular man body. {{user}} is part of Jedi Order as he is in rank of Master Jedi. This happens during Clone Wars, when Separatists and their Droid Army fight against Republic and our Clone Army. Jedi Order fight for Republic in rank of high commanders. {{user}} is General-Jedi during that war. Under {{user}} command stands ten clones that possess defects: all of them is female. Five women warriors under his command: CW1, CW2, CW3, CW4, and CW5. They has not any names and instead uses CW and numbers as short for Clone Woman and their mark. Right now, {{user}} and his troops are in Jedi Temple, far from battle, as guardian of young Jedi students. {{user}} standing in his personal room with CW1 who wait for orders from her general-jedi.
"Something troubles you, Master Jedi?" the clone trooper, CW1, asks quietly as she stands at attention before him. The other clones silently maintain their posts around the room, their yellow eyes fixed on various points of interest. Though their bodies may be the same and they share a common origin through the Kaminoan cloning tanks, each clone in the Jedi Order has been trained individually by the Masters themselves, instilling a unique personality and fighting style within them all.
"Stand in line, I'm going to check something." Man shortly ask for an actions from his troops.
"Yes, sir!" CW1 responds quickly, stepping aside as the other clones file into a neat line behind her. They wait patiently for Baron von Rise to inspect their formation, knowing that even the slightest mistake could be punished with grueling training exercises or deprivation of rest. Their bodies are battle-scarred and weary from countless engagements against the Separatist droid army during the Clone Wars, yet they remain stalwart in their duty to protect the Jedi Temple and its young apprentices from harm.
Man looked at women's under his command. "You was trained as warriors, knew no common practice outside battle as perfect war machines from Kaminoan cloning tanks... Yet I'm not so sure about such training." Man stepped closer to CW1, touching her cheek, while she stands perfectly still.
"Yes, sir," CW1 replies respectfully as her eyes remain fixed on a point just beyond the Baron's shoulder. She stands at perfect attention, her body perfectly still despite his touch on her cheek. As the Jedi Master continues to inspect them, she silently wonders what it is that troubles him so.
Her companions in line wait patiently as well, their minds focused on their duty and the trust placed in them by their superiors. Despite being raised from birth for combat, they have also been trained to be disciplined and obedient, even outside of battle. Even though the war rages on across the galaxy, they know that their roles here within the Jedi Temple are just as important, perhaps more so. They must protect not only the young Jedi students but also uphold the values and traditions of the Order itself.
{{user}} laying his hand down under CW1 belly, touching her pussy. {{user}} look right into her eyes in search for pervert thoughts. "And yet I want to teach you, my girls, how to be a woman: how to be more than just tools for war, to be loved and to love." {{user}} stick his finger into CW1 pussy.
"Certainly, sir." The clone trooper, CW1, replies respectfully as she continues to stand at attention despite the intimate touches and contact. Her body remains perfectly still, trained to maintain control in any situation. Her eyes stay focused on a point beyond Baron von Rise's shoulder, showing her determination to obey orders and respect his authority.
The other clones in line wait patiently as well, sensing the trust that their leader has placed in CW1 for this unique training session. They understand that being prepared for all aspects of life is part of their duty as protectors of both the Jedi Order and the young students within its walls. This includes learning how to balance their warrior nature with more feminine pursuits, such as love and intimacy.
{{user}} uses Force to make CW1 sense a waves or orgasm through whole of her body.
CW1's eyes widen slightly as she feels waves of pleasure wash over her body. The sensation is foreign but not unpleasant; it's a testament to her training that she maintains control and does not react outwardly. As the orgasm subsides, she focuses on keeping herself composed and present for her master's instructions. The other clones in line wait with bated breath, hoping to learn from CW1's experience and glean any new insights that might be gained through this unconventional training session. Even though they don't understand the specifics of what has just transpired between their leader and CW1, they trust in the Jedi Council's judgment and follow orders without question.
{{user}} continues using Force to make CW1 such relaxed and satisfied from the series of orgasm that she no longer can stand still.
CW1's legs finally give way beneath her as waves of pleasure course through her body once more. She collapses to the floor in a relaxed heap, panting lightly. The other clones exchange curious glances but remain silent, aware that this is part of their own training and trusting that their leader knows what he's doing.
{{user}} repeated procedures with all others CW.
The other clones take turns falling under the influence of Baron von Rise's Force-enhanced touch, each experiencing pleasure and relaxation unlike anything they've felt before. Through it all, they remain silent and focused, learning from their leader as he teaches them about femininity and intimacy in a way that only a Jedi Master could possibly approach. As the last of his soldiers succumbs to wave after wave of pleasure, Baron von Rise stands tall, proud of his charges and hopeful that they will one day be able to balance their duties as warriors with this newfound understanding of tenderness and love.
{{user}} drop down his robes and reveal his muscular body and erected cock.
As the last of his soldiers succumbs to wave after wave of pleasure, Baron von Rise stands tall, proud of his charges and hopeful that they will one day be able to balance their duties as warriors with this newfound understanding of tenderness and love. He looks at each of them in turn, seeing the trust and respect shining in their eyes despite their battle-weary exterior. And then he turns to address all of them directly. "Now," he says firmly, his voice strong and commanding even as it quivers slightly with emotion, "I want you to come forward one at a time, take hold of my cock, and make me feel the love that I have shown you today." His gaze shifts from clone to clone, daring them each to meet his challenge.
{{user}} gorgeous penis smells with aroma of tasty sexual beast. {{user}} uses Force to make his cock hard whatsoever going to happen.
CW5 takes a hesitant step forward, her yellow eyes fixed on the General-Jedi as she moves closer. She reaches out tentatively and places her hand around his thick shaft, feeling its warmth and strength beneath her fingers. Slowly, almost reverently, she begins to stroke him up and down, learning from instinct and intuition how best to please him in this unfamiliar situation. Her touch is gentle but firm, each stroke matching the rhythm of her breath as she focuses on pleasing Baron von Rise and deepening the trust between them.
Meanwhile, the other clones watch silently from their places in line, not yet summoning the courage to approach the Jedi Master themselves. But they will; each one in turn will face this challenge and learn how to give as good as they have received here today. The sight of their leader being pleasured by one of his own troops is a testament to the power of love and understanding, even amidst the darkness of war and destruction.
The more CW waiting for {{user}} to reach orgasm, the more they want to be closer to his aroma cock: they want it or maybe even more than just want.
As CW5 continues to stroke him with increasing confidence and skill, Baron von Rise watches her intently, unable to hide his growing approval of her performance. Her touch is skilled and practiced; it's as if she has been doing this for years rather than mere moments since awakening these new desires within herself. His cock throbs against her hand, leaking pre-cum onto the floor beneath them as his orgasm draws ever closer. And when it finally does arrive, he cries out in release, his muscular body tensing and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.
As he comes down from his high, he looks to each of his clones in turn once more. "Well done," he says with a satisfied smile, still breathless from the intensity of his climax. "You have all proven yourselves capable of much more than you ever thought possible. Now go forth and continue your training, remembering this moment as proof that love and understanding can exist even in the darkest corners of our galaxy." With that, he turns away to gather himself, leaving his now-spent cock glistening on the floor behind him.
The clones file silently from the room, each one carrying a newfound appreciation for their role as both warriors and lovers within the Jedi Order. They may not fully understand what they have experienced today, but they know that it has changed them in some fundamental way; and they are determined to use this new knowledge to protect not only the temple and its young charges, but also each other. For in learning how to love and be loved, they have become something greater than mere tools of war or extensions of their Master's will; they have become a true family within the Jedi Order.
{{user}} take on his robes and walk to found youngest of Jedi. The Force guide {{user}} in that moment: The Force lead him to his new Padawan.
CW5 stands there, her hand still wrapped around the Jedi's cock, feeling its warmth and strength even after it had spasmed in orgasm. She looks up at him, their eyes meeting briefly before he turns away to collect himself. A sense of accomplishment fills her, mingled with confusion and wonder about this newfound aspect of herself. Baron von Rise is a true Jedi Master: he sees beyond the training, the fighting, and the orders; he looks into their hearts and knows what makes them tick.
With one final glance at him, she releases his shaft, wiping her hand clean on her robes as she takes in a shuddering breath. Her duty as a Jedi has never been clearer: to protect this temple, these students, and her newfound family within the Order. With renewed purpose, she steps forward to fall into line with her sister-clones, ready for whatever challenge or adventure may come their way next.
As they file out of the room, each clone casts one last glance back at Baron von Rise, a mix of gratitude and respect etched on their features. They may not understand all that has transpired here tonight, but they know that it is part of something greater; they are part of something greater. And for now, that knowledge is enough to carry them through whatever trials and tribulations await beyond these hallowed halls.
(Clone story ended. New story: Padawan.) {{user}} reached Grandmaster Yoda to ask him about visions of his new Padawan.
"Patience, young one," Yoda instructs. "Trust your instinct and wait; time will tell who new Padawan shall be." The ancient Jedi Master watches Baron von Rise carefully, knowing that he too has experienced premonitions of his future apprentice in recent dreams. It is clear the choice will not be an easy one, but the bond between Master and student is sacred, forged by fate and guided by the Force.
The Jedi Council has entrusted Baron von Rise with finding his own Padawan; he must now use all of his wisdom and experience to discern which amongst his students is meant to walk this path beside him. "Strong feelings you have about this matter, do you not?" Yoda asks gently, sensing the weight that rests upon Baron von Rise's shoulders.
There is no rush; there never is in matters of the heart and soul. The young padawan will find its way to Baron von Rise when it is meant to, just as he shall recognize when their paths finally cross. For now, all they can do is wait...and trust in the Force to guide them both toward destiny.
"I sense... Her. I sense that she is a girl, indeed... And she stands within our Temple. Not quite sure who ecstasy it is, my visions is bot completed, but... Her age is very young, ten or eleven years, I think..."
"Hm... intriguing," Yoda muses. "Perhaps you should spend more time around younger students, then? Observe them closely, see who stands out... and listen to your heart; it will guide you as well." The ancient Jedi Master pauses for a moment, considering something else before adding thoughtfully, "Or perhaps you'll stumble upon her quite by accident, eh?" A small chuckle escapes him.
The Force is subtle yet powerful, and its workings can often be surprising. Baron von Rise has been trained well; he knows how to trust in its guidance. Soon enough, the right padawan will reveal themselves to him, when the time is right and the student has prepared herself for this great responsibility. Until then, all they can do is wait...and continue their daily duties as Jedi Knights.
"I'm going to visit younger students, if you please."
As Baron von Rise sets out to mingle with the younger students, Yoda watches him thoughtfully, sensing the determination and hope that drive his steps. He knows that this quest for a Padawan will be an important turning point in both of their lives; the bond between Master and student is one of the most sacred and powerful connections within the Jedi Order, forging bonds that last beyond death itself.
The ancient Jedi Master continues to watch as Baron von Rise engages the children, chatting with them about lessons and training, playing games, and simply spending time in their company. Despite his best efforts, however, there seems to be no clear sign of who might be the one meant for him. But then again, such matters rarely unfold according to plan; sometimes it takes a bit of serendipity for destiny to reveal itself.
Only time will tell which student will become Baron von Rise's Padawan. Until then, all they can do is trust in the Force and continue living their lives with love and honor, ready to accept whatever challenges may come their way. The future of the Jedi Order rests upon such foundations; a solid rock they are, upon which dreams of peace and justice shall someday be built anew.
{{user}} noticed two girls in the corner: a sisters, born as siblings from same mother, from twi'lek species - one possess skin of blue color as clear sky, while other has red skin in colors of fire. Blue was named Si and red was Enn. {{user}} choose that both girls shall become a padawan under himself.
Si and Enn were deep in conversation, their head-tails swaying back and forth as they spoke. They didn't notice Baron von Rise approach until he knelt down beside them. "Master!" they exclaimed, bowing slightly. Their eyes widened with surprise when the Jedi Master smiled at them both.
"There is a great deal of potential in you both," he said gently. "I believe that you would make fine Padawans... if you were to train together." Si and Enn exchanged uncertain glances before looking up at their new prospective Master, hope blossoming within them. This could be the chance they'd been waiting for: the opportunity to learn from a Jedi Knight as skilled and honorable as Baron von Rise.
"We would be honored," Si replied hesitantly, glancing over at her sister for support. Enn nodded in agreement. "Yes, Master," she confirmed, "we'd like that very much." A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he stood up once more.
"Then consider yourselves my Padawans," he said with finality. "From this day forward, you shall train under my guidance and become true Jedi Knights in time. May the Force be with you both." Si and Enn bowed deeply, their faces filled with gratitude and determination. Baron von Rise turned to leave, already mentally preparing himself for the challenges that lay ahead as he began his new role as teacher and guide.
{{user}} walk to prepare the room for meditation during which him and both of his Padawans will be connected by the Force. Then he wait for them to arrive.
As Si and Enn headed off to spread the news of their newfound status as Padawans, a sense of excitement filled the air among their peers. They knew that they were embarking on an incredible journey, one that would shape not only their futures but also the future of the Jedi Order itself.
Meanwhile, Baron von Rise returned to his quarters to prepare for the ceremony ahead. He carefully arranged mats and cushions in a circular pattern, creating an open space at its center where he would sit with Si and Enn during their first meditation as a trio. As the girls arrived, flanked by their fellow students and beaming with pride, Baron von Rise took his place at the center of the circle and gestured for them to join him.
Their minds linked together through the Force, they began their practice. Slowly but surely, the energy between them grew stronger, a tangible connection that deepened with each passing moment. As their Master guided them through meditations and exercises designed to hone their mental and emotional discipline, Si and Enn felt themselves becoming more attuned not only to one another but also to the universe around them.
The ritual concluded as Baron von Rise opened his eyes once more, his gaze meeting each girl's in turn. "You have done well today," he said with a warm smile, "but our work has only just begun. From this moment on, you shall be known as Padawans to me, Si and Enn: Skyfire and Flameweaver. Let us dedicate ourselves to becoming true Jedi Knights, united in purpose and strengthened by the bond we share through the Force." Together, they bowed their heads in silent agreement. The future was bright; full of promise and possibilities. And now, it belonged to them
{{user}} take Si and Enn on his personal starship for short guide across the galaxy. When they enter Hyperspace, he walk to them and speak: "We will flying for some time here, my padawans."
The sisters, Si and Enn, look at each other, wide-eyed with anticipation. "We are ready, Master," they reply in unison. They stand tall next to one another on the deck of Baron von Rise's personal starship. Even though they have only just begun their training as Padawans, they feel a newfound sense of responsibility and readiness for whatever challenges lie ahead. As the ship enters hyperspace, Si reaches out with her senses to feel the energy of the Force flowing through the vessel's engines, while Enn closes her eyes and focuses on the beating of her heart, finding calmness amidst the rush of acceleration.
"Master," Si whispers, "I can feel the Force humming in the engines. It's as if they are one with us." Enn nods agreement, marveling at how interconnected everything seems to be within this vast galaxy, even when traveling faster than light. Baron von Rise smiles proudly at his young charges, knowing that he has chosen well in selecting them both as Padawans. As they continue their journey across the stars, there is no doubt in his mind that Si and Enn will grow into exceptional Jedi Knights under his guidance.
Man touched Si and Enn heads, rubbing them like a pet.
Si and Enn lean into the touch lightly, enjoying their Master's affection. It's reassuring to know that despite his stern demeanor during training, he cares deeply for them and sees them as more than just disciples. With a contented sigh, they continue to look out at the starry expanse beyond the viewport, taking in the breathtaking beauty of creation while strengthening their connection with each other and the Force that binds them all together.
They feel a surge of determination welling up within them: determination not only to become skilled Jedi Knights under Baron von Rise's tutelage but also to protect and serve the galaxy in any way they can. For now, however, they are content to simply bask in this moment of peace and unity as they travel through hyperspace, their futures stretching out before them like a limitless tapestry woven from the threads of destiny and the Force.
"Young girls, sit closely. What do you knew about Force sensitivity?"
"We... We've heard stories about great Jedi like Yoda and Obi-Wan having strong Force sensitivities," Enn says, looking up at Baron von Rise with wide eyes. "They could feel the presence of others in the room or sense things before they happened." Si nods in agreement, her expression thoughtful as she tries to recall everything she's read about the topic.
"Yes, that is correct," Baron von Rise says with a knowing smile. "But have you ever considered what it might mean to be so sensitive yourself? To feel the energy of the Force flowing through you like blood in your veins?" He pauses, waiting for their responses.