The knowledge is all right there still, lingering in Luminara's mind as the Jedi Master smiles at him in wonder, clearly amazed that he managed to heal her on his very first try.
The knowledge on how to use Force Healing for... other things is flitting through Luminara's thoughts.
Peering into her mind and seeing exactly how she would do it, how it should feel... it's better than any verbal lesson could hope to be.
Without really thinking about it, Zane shifts his hand a few centimeters, until his palm is right above the middle of Luminara Unduli's abdomen.
And then he pushes. Not physically, and not really with the Force... but with his own energy, pushing it into her system in exactly the way she's imagining. It just so happens that he's doing so right above the Mirialan woman's womb.
Oh fuuuuuck. He just... I didn't t-teach him to do that... the boy is a prodigy...
Outwardly, Luminara just gasps, giving no inclination that he just made her cream herself again.
Still, Zane doesn't waste the opportunity presented to him, happily capitalizing on her moment of distraction, and leaning forward to slam his lips against hers.
He's... not had too much practice with kissing, but given he has a direct insight into his partner's mind, he's able to adjust until he's kissing her just the way she wants to be kissed.
That way turns out to be forceful and domineering. Luminara is just like the others... even Shaak Ti, for all that the Togruta thought better of it after they were done.
The Mirialan Master wants to be dominated, wants to be kissed roughly and savagely, wants to be taken.
Of course, the fact that he's only an initiate is some cause for concern for her.
Shaak Ti was right, he is uncontrollable... I really shouldn't let this happen.
When Zane eventually has to break off the kiss, needing to breathe still, unfortunate as that is, Luminara opens her mouth, clearly intending to try and put a stop to this.
"Initiate-!"
But he's not about to let that happen.
Using the very technique, she'd inadvertently taught him, Zane reaches up, grabbing hold of the beautiful Mirialan Jedi by the hair.
Pushing more of his energy into both her abdomen AND her scalp, the young Initiate is rewarded with the sight of the Jedi Master's eyes widening and then full on rolling back in her head as she lets out a rather lewd, incredibly wanton cry, her back arching in pleasure and her covered breasts pushing forward enticingly.
Ooooh...
After delivering that assault upon her senses, it doesn't seem like the Jedi Master has anything to say OR think as she shudders in his grasp, orgasming explosively.
But Zane isn't done... not by a long shot.
He wants more, and he's going to get it. After all, apparently Master Unduli has already rejected him as a possible padawan candidate.
So why not enjoy her in full while he had this opportunity?
Kissing the older woman again, Zane drives his tongue into her mouth, even as he pushes Luminara onto her back.
His hand on her abdomen grabs the waistband of her tight leggings and yanks, pulling them roughly down her body, revealing a lithe, athletic yellow-green figure, the Mirialan living up to her people's reputation for agile physiques.
Luminara doesn't fight him as he strips her leggings off of her... in fact, she helps by kicking them away, until they're off her feet and he can fling them across the room.
When he yanks her legs apart and sidles up between her thighs, still she doesn't fight back... though she does cry out into his mouth when he drives three fingers up into her dripping wet cunt, right off the bad.
F-Fuck! He's everything Master Ti promised he would be, and more! Take me, young man! Dominate me! P-Put me in my place!
With her thoughts to guide him, how can Zane possibly resist?
Growling, he dislodges his lips from Luminara's again, only to be surprised when uncertainty and doubt once more spread across her face.
"Initiate..."
Driving his digits up into her cunt once more, he uses the twisted version of Force Healing to bring her off, causing her to cut herself off as she explosively orgasms all over his fingers.
"Call me sir... and don't talk back."
He can't say for sure where the words come from, but they feel right, even as they past through his lips, cool and crisp and commanding.
Luminara shivers beneath him, and averts her gaze, even as her arousal grows, the Jedi Master submitting to the Initiate she was supposed to be teaching, supposed to be training.
"Y-Yes sir.."
Fuck, he wanted her so bad.
So why not take her, right?
With a grin, Zane finally frees his member from its confines.
Fully erect by this point, he slaps his length down upon Luminara's naked abdomen, showing off a little, knowing from past experience that he's bigger than average.
Oh my... knowing is one thing... seeing is quite another.
Feeling a little... impish, Zane rubs his cock across the Mirialan Jedi's yellow-green skin for a moment, even as his balls slap against her sopping wet slit as well.
"This is how far I'm going to be inside of you when I finally fuck you. You want it, don't you? You want my cock..."
The Force swirls around the both of them, Zane's presence filling the room, his mind and hers linked.
He knows Luminara Unduli's ever desire, and so he knows that she wants it, even before she admits to it.
He's got me dead to rights...
"... Yes. Yes, by the Force I want it..."
That's... almost begging.
But he wants a bit more than that. With a growl, Zane reaches up and grabs the last of Luminara's garments, the tight-fitting top that holds in her gorgeous breasts.
With a bit of Force Telekinesis learned the day before at Shaak Ti's feet to enhance his still-developing physical strength, the Jedi Initiate rips the fabric in twain, yanking it off of the Mirialan's body to expose the last of her flesh to his gaze... and to his touch.
Grabbing Luminara by both breasts, Zane drives more of his energy, of himself, into her tits.
As he holds and squeezes them somewhat viciously, he grits his teeth and glares down at her.
"Then beg. Beg me for my cock!"
This has gotten completely out of hand, and I can't get enough of it.
Moaning beneath him, writhing at his touch, Luminara looks up at him with eyes filled with desire and lust.
"Please, sir... p-please fuck me. Please take your big fat cock and ruin me with it. I want it... I want you inside of me..."
Something tells him that he wouldn't have gotten this from Shaak Ti. The way he'd fucked and dominated the Togruta had been incredibly primal.
She'd thought plenty of things that had turned him on but had never actually said it out loud.
In turn, having Luminara confess how much she wanted him to fuck her... it was a whole new turn on for the young mind-reader.
Pulling back, Zane places the head of his bulbous member against Luminara's cunt lips.
The two of them are both watching with bated breath as he joins them together. He teases her entrance for not but a moment, and then thrusts forward, spearing into the Mirialan Jedi with all his might.
In response, Luminara cries out again, arching her back once more and pushing her now-naked tits up into his grasp in response.
It feels... amazing, having this much power over a Jedi Master, even if it's one that's not a member of the Jedi Council.
She's still supposed to be in charge, but instead it turns out she's a slut, and Zane is fucking her nice and hard. He's enjoying every last moment of it too, groaning as he fills her cunt, as he stretches her walls wide around his cock.
Meanwhile, Luminara is... beside herself.
More! More, more, MORE! Don't stop, sir! Keep on fucking me, yes, I need it, I need it all!
She doesn't say it out loud, too busy moaning and mewling and trying but failing to control herself.
The Jedi Master lays beneath him as Zane fucks her with no holds barred, and she can't seem to stop cumming around his cock.
After a moment, the Initiate pulls his hands away from her breasts and reaches back to grab her by her legs instead.
Yanking her ankles up into the air and pushing them back, he folds the Mirialan Jedi in on herself, taking advantage of that vaunted Mirialan Flexibility. Luminara groans as he bends her legs backwards, but in the end, he's able to lock her feet behind her head without any issue, leaving her all nice and folded up and perfectly sized for him to REALLY lay into.
As Luminara takes over holding her legs in place for him, reaching back to grip tightly at her ankles, Zane grabs her by her thighs and starts to fuck her even harder, effectively slamming into her from above as he fucks her, grunting and groaning and filling her with his cock again and again and again.
At the same time, he leans down, but this time he doesn't bother kissing her... he aims for her breasts instead.
Feasting upon them, sucking, and slurping at her nipples, he takes everything he's learned so far from Knight Secura and Master Ti, and applies it to Master Unduli.
Fucking the Mirialan Jedi with all his might, paying attention to her body so he can pleasure her properly.
At first, he focuses on using the Force Techniques he learned from Shaak Ti to enhance the experience... but then he realizes that he can do so much more by focusing on releasing his energy through his dick.
The Healing Technique that Luminara showed him, corrupted and twisted and repurposed into a pleasure technique that she'd also showed him, however inadvertently... it's obvious that, already lost in the throes of pleasure, the last thing that the Mirialan Jedi is expecting is for an explosion of life force to release from his cock before even his cum, slamming up into her womb with all the raw, untamed power a Jedi Initiate can bring to bear.
Luminara's eyes go wide, and then roll right back in her skull. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she convulses beneath him, losing all semblance of control. Her body shakes and spasms, but folded up as she is, pinned down beneath him, she's not going anywhere.
Instead, Zane rides out her multiple orgasms as they happen back to back, though in the end, it proves to be too much for him. With a loud groan, the young mutant man cums deep inside of Luminara Unduli, filling the Mirialan Jedi's twat with his seed.
Following so soon after his perversion of her technique, it causes Luminara to lose it all over again, though this time it's just one final explosive climax, rather than a whole string of them.
The yellow-green Jedi Master bucks beneath him, until eventually collapsing backwards in exhaustion.
Frankly, Zane doesn't know what she has to be exhausted about. He's the one feeling tired now, as he slowly pulls out of Luminara and falls back on his ass, his cock already going limp.
Breathing in slowly, heavily, he has to spend a moment just catching his breath as he puts a hand to his head, suddenly experiencing a bit of a migraine. He might have... overdone it there, a little bit.
The boy... the boy is a prodigy. All of that potential... it's amazing. But he's clearly reached too far, too fast. Only... what right do I even have to lecture him?
Zane flinches as Luminara's thoughts reach him.
Already, the Jedi Master is recovering... but then, she is a Jedi Master, he supposes.
For all that he'd just folded her up and dicked the living hell out of her, she's still got decades of experience on him. He's just an Initiate at the end of the day.
Regardless, if she notices his flinch, it's clear she doesn't think anything of it.
Luminara's hands are on his shoulders a moment later, but rather than lecture him, her voice is tender and comforting and worried all at once.
"Initiate Dax... what we just did was... amazing. What you just did, completely untaught... you could do so much as a healer, young one. For now, though, I think it would be best that you return to your quarters and rest. Do you require assistance?"
He's half-tempted to say yes.
He's half-tempted to remind her that he told her to only call him sir.
Something ugly rises up inside of Zane in that moment... and he pushes it back down, recognizing it as darker than everything that had come before it.
She'd wanted this, wanted him to fuck her, had even begged for it... but the lesson was over now. Letting her take him back to his quarters, where he might just not let her leave... that would be far too real.
Shaking his head, the young man stumbles to his feet, fixing his pants and tucking his cock away.
Then, he bows to the still-naked Jedi Master.
"N-No, Master Unduli... I will... I will be fine. Thank you for your tutelage."
And then he flees, though not before hearing one final thought from Luminara on his way out.
.. Tradition be damned. I want him, and I'll do whatever it takes to get him.
Luckily, the door has already slid shut by the time Zane hears that, because he falters hard, still too exhausted to maintain the façade he's maintained all his life.
So wait... dominating Luminara had completely turned her around on taking him as a Padawan?
She'd basically seen the worst of him, just like Master Ti... and she'd come away from it feeling the exact opposite?
.. Even though he could read their minds, Zane wasn't sure he would ever properly understand what females were thinking.
They were just... perfectly incomprehensible sometimes. Regardless, he makes his way back to his bunk and flops down onto it, almost passing out on the spot. However, he doesn't get to sleep right away... can't really, not when he finds himself thinking about tomorrow.
Tomorrow is his lesson on diplomacy with Jedi Master Adi Gallia.
She's another member of the Jedi High Council, like Master Ti. And somehow, someway, Zane just knows things are going to end up turning sexual between the two of them.
.. He might as well decide how he was going to act towards this final teacher now.
Should he go into this upcoming lesson with every intention to dominate, just as he had with the three previous women he'd fucked at this point?
Should he try for some subtlety? Or should he ignore the opportunity altogether, focus on actually learning something, and avoid any bait that the female Jedi Master is SURE to throw his way?
He'd... he'd figure it out in the morning. For now, sleep was calling and as exhausted as Zane was, he simply couldn't resist the pull of slumber any longer.
-x-X-x-
"You learned Telekinesis from Master Ti. You learned Healing from Master Unduli. And now here you are, to learn Diplomacy from me. Tell me, Initiate Dax... why do you think that was the order in which these lessons were scheduled?"
Blinking, Zane shifts a little where he's sat cross-legged across from Master Gallia.
Adi Gallia wasn't just a Jedi Master, nor was she even just a member of the Jedi High Council. On top of those accomplishment, she was the current liaison between the Jedi Order and the Senate. The Jedi Master was a Tholothian female, which left her with darkish brown skin tinted in blue and striking inhuman blue eyes. But more than that was the fact that she had a scaled cranium instead of hair, with fleshy tendrils that hung off of her skullcap.
Even with the obvious alien-like qualities, she was still just as beautiful as the others. And yet...
Mm, I can see the appeal, I suppose. If even half the stories my fellows Masters have told me are true, then he's certainly a brash young man. But I could tell that Shaak Ti was more afraid of her own reactions to him then the boy himself. Meanwhile, Unduli was trying to chase me away with her warning. Luminara wants the boy all to herself, doesn't she?
She still had amorous intent towards him, but it was surprisingly more measured.
She was holding back her lurid desires even mentally and focusing on what she considered more important.
Swallowing thickly, Zane bows his head in respect.
"Master Gallia... I would not presume to know the minds of Jedi Masters such as yourselves. But... I imagine it was because most prospective learners my age do not take well to Diplomacy or Healing?"
He was cheating so fucking hard. It was all right there for the taking though, how could he resist?
The reason that he'd been started with Master Ti the first day was because they'd found they got better results by getting it out of the Initiate's system, so to speak. Of course, he'd also proven to be a bit beyond their expectations with his learning speed.
He wasn't supposed to excel at Master Ti OR Master Unduli's techniques during his very first lesson with the two of them.
He was supposed to fail, only to be passed off to Master Gallia in order to learn some of the basics first. The basics, which in turn had everything to do with Diplomacy.
"You are... mostly correct. At the end of the day, we all exist within the Force, young one. This means that we must negotiate and work with the Force on a daily basis. Many do not instinctively understand this. As important as our roles as Peacekeepers and Counselors out in the wider Galaxy is, we teach Diplomacy because you must learn how to be diplomatic with the Force first, before you can learn how to bring understanding and peace to beings who do not have quite as strong of a question as us."
Of course, you seem to be quite prone to aggressive negotiations, aren't you, young one? Going to whip out that cock of yours and slap it across my face like you did Shaak Ti and Luminara? I wouldn't mind...
Ugh, of course she's a fucking pervert like the rest of them. Not that Zane himself was at all innocent at this point, now was he?
He'd enjoyed his time with Shaak Ti and Luminara... but no! No, he'd already decided before coming here today that he would take things a bit slower.
He wasn't going to interrupt Master Gallia's lesson.
"I believe I understand, Master Gallia. I'm eager to learn more from you."
Well now, much more polite then either of the others claimed. I'm a little disappointed... still, perhaps there's hope for him yet.
"Then let us begin."
The next couple of hours are... hard for Zane.
Just as hard as his lessons with Master Ti and Master Unduli were, if he's being honest. He soaks up all that Master Gallia is saying all the same, of course.
It's not quite as... unrelated to the Force as he originally thought. He's not learning customs for distant royal houses on planets he'll never visit, or anything like that.
No, she's teaching him how to reach out to the Force and not just listen to it as all younglings learned, but actively converse with it. It feels a little strange, if he's being honest.
And yet, he thinks he's getting the hang of it. It's not like the Force is speaking directly to him or anything as he 'converses' with it, but he gets this sense of alien happiness that he knows didn't come from him.
Like the Force is giddy with excitement that he's paying it so much attention.
Or maybe that's just Master Gallia, who's constant thoughts about his aggressive nature or lack thereof, are making it a little harder for Zane to concentrate.
Half the time, her thoughts are as calm as her outward appearance.
Mentally, she represents a sort of tranquility that the other female Masters he'd trained with so far had not.
But only half the time, as if she's learned to suppress her true self partially, but not all the way.
Because the rest of the time, while her outward control is admirable, inwardly he can tell just what she wants. It's the same as the others. She wants his cock. She wants a taste of him sexually. She wants to see if he'll fuck her, if he'll dominate her like he did those before her.
He refuses to do so without more cause, and eventually Master Gallia smiles at him.
"Let us try a more practical lesson now. As a Jedi Knight, you will be expected to listen and converse with not just the Force, but those that exist within it. Which is, as I said previously..."
Zane senses her wanting him to finish her sentence, so he nods decisively.
"Everyone."
Her answering smile has just a trace of lurid desire in it... or perhaps he's just imagining things because he can read her mind.
"Very good. Yes, everyone exists within the Force. Not just us, not just the Jedi, but everyone. And when you need to make someone happy, you can use the Force to find out what it is they desire. That's what I want you to try to do with me now. I want you to look through the Force and see what it is I might desire. Once you think you know it, we may begin negotiations. Begin."
Of course, what I really want is him to fuck me. But he's just an Initiate. Perhaps he'll fail in the lesson and whip it out all the same. We can proceed from there, if that's the way he wants to do things. Mm, for now...
He does TRY and put the teachings of the Jedi Master before him to use.
He uses the Force instead of his mutation, and he thinks he knows what she's thinking about.
She wants him to think that she desires... fruit juice from the cafeteria? So what, the negotiations would become what he would get if he went and got it? Probably something sexual, he bets.
But that's not the truth, now is it? He knows what she really wants, and there's no point in negotiating for a reward when that reward is her true desire.
Straightening up though remaining seated, Zane looks Adi Gallia in her gorgeous blue eyes and nods decisively.
"I know what you want, Master Gallia."
Smiling lightly, the Tholothian bobs her head up and down.
"Very good. Then let's begin negotiations."
There's a beat of silence.
Adi Gallia raises an eyebrow at him in question, and Zane, feeling somewhat impish, does the same right back to her. Just as she's opening her mouth to speak, he goes even further by overriding her.
"Well, Master? We both know what you want... so what are you going to offer me for it?"
What? He couldn't possibly mean...
When the High Council Member goes to speak again, Zane AGAIN talks over her, going for the kill.
"You want my cock, Master Gallia. But I've already had my way with Knight Secura, Master Ti, and Master Unduli. So why should I waste my time with you?"
Oh... oh my...
In his admittedly limited experience, it's rare that a Jedi Master's expression line up with her inner thoughts, at least before he's gotten his cock inside of them.
But in this instance, Adi Gallia's eyes are wide, and her mouth opens and closes like a fish a few times. He's shocked her into silence.
At least for a second, she recovers quickly enough.
"Initiate Dax, I don't know what you think you're feeling..."
Don't give up now, young man. Sometimes you have to play hard to get, but sometimes you just have to play hard.
Scoffing, Zane finally stands up and pulls his cock out of his pants.
He DOESN'T slap it down on the Jedi Master's face though, in face he stays right where he is, a few feet away from her as Adi Gallia's eyes zero in on his member immediately.
"This is what you want, Master. You want this inside of you. But I ask again... what's in it for me?"
So... so very forward. This young man... he's got me dead to rights, doesn't he? He's seen right through me... Ti and Unduli were right, he IS dangerous, but in all the best ways.
When Master Gallia doesn't immediately speak up, but Zane DOES hear all of that, he grins a little.
"How about we start off easily. Give me a blowjob, and I'll consider fucking you, Master."
Nodding shakily, clearly not even trusting herself to speak at this point, the Jedi Master crawls forward. It's somewhat exhilarating, having a Jedi Master eating out of the palm of his hand.
He's not forcing her onto her back or going hard and fast on her.
She's coming to him, and as she takes his cock into her mouth, Zane groans in enjoyment of her tongue along his dick.
"Fuck, just like that..."
His hand comes down atop her scaled cranium, and though it feels rather odd, he hadn't been turned off by Knight Secura's Lekku or Master Ti's Montrals, so why would he be turned off by Master Gallia's Tholothian heritage now?
Instead, he fondles her skull cap and the floppy tendrils hanging off of them, even as she moans around his cock and swallows more of his length into her mouth by the moment.
Listening to her thoughts makes it all the easier to find out what she likes and doesn't like.
A-Ah, he's so dominant, so in charge. He knows just how to treat a Force-Sensitive Woman, doesn't he? F-Fuck, I want more... c-could do with a little less pulling though, that hurts...
Adjusting his grip so he's not hurting her, Zane also doesn't participate much further in the sexual encounter. Instead, he stands there and lets Adi Gallia have control.
After all, this is her trying to prove to him that he should fuck her. This is her trying to 'negotiate' with him on where he's going to stick his big fat cock next. If she wants more, she's going to have to prove herself.
The Jedi Master does her best to impress the young Initiate. Her tongue swirls around his cockhead, and her lips suction along the length of his member until she reaches the base of his cock.
Her throat feels heavenly around his cock, though interestingly enough, it seems Tholothians don't have a gag reflex, because she takes him down into her gullet without a single gag or choke, gurgling a little, but otherwise having no complaint with the intrusion.
As she throat fucks herself with wild abandon on Zane's cock, he's listening in, of course.
He's listening to what she's thinking, he's hearing it all. Something that flits through her mind, just a passing thought really... it catches his attention. Zane's breath catches at the mental image of what Adi Gallia is thinking about, provided by her mind for him.
Yeah, yeah, he could go with that. Fuck, it was the hottest thing he'd ever imagined. Though, it wasn't the only option, and maybe he didn't want to go that far. Hm, this was going to be a tough call, wasn't it?
Still, even with his thoughts in turmoil, Zane has three options that he's come to, by the time he finally finishes in Adi Gallia's mouth.
Filling the Tholothian Jedi Master's throat with his seed is definitely one of the highlights of his week. And that's coming from an entire week of similar highlights.
Still, there's something undeniably enjoyable about making Adi Gallia come to him, about not rushing to just take her once he knew her true feelings on the matter, but instead making her admit to wanting to be taken first.
Regardless, once she's done swallowing every drop, Master Gallia pulls back and looks up at him with those bright blue eyes of hers, licking her lips.
I want him to fuck me. He's right, I want it so badly. But was this enough? Will he demand more? There are so many demands he could make of me... so many delicious, delicious demands. I would satisfy them, just to have a chance with him...
"How am I doing, Initiate? Are negotiations going well? Have I convinced you to give me a try?"
Fuck, she's so fucking hot and horny. Adi Gallia is hot and ready to trot. And no matter how he looks at it, Zane has a decision to make.
First, he could say the blowjob was enough and fuck her right then and there. Just... take her to pound town like he had Ti and Unduli and Secura, but this time do it after making her beg for it a little more.
Second, he could demand anal from her first. Demand she give up her asshole to him, and then he'd let her cunt have it too.
This was one of the options he'd seen in her thoughts. Adi Gallia had never been fucked in the ass before... and yet, she'd always been curious about what it felt like.
Third, and this too was an idea he'd taken right from Adi Gallia's mind... the Tholothian Jedi Master had a cousin, another female Tholothian Jedi Master named Stass Allie.
She wasn't a member of the Jedi High Council quite yet, but she was on the way there. Zane had never met her before, but he'd seen images of her in Adi Gallia's mind. She was plenty pretty.
Master Gallia seemed to think that him demanding she bring Master Allie into things and force her to convince her cousin to help her 'negotiate' with him would be an acceptable next step.
Of course, she didn't in a million years think he even knew enough about Allie to be able to suggest such a thing. It was a simple passing fantasy in Master Gallia's mind as she'd deep-throated his member.
But it didn't have to be... not if he wanted to go for broke.
Three options, or at least that was what his multitude of options could be boiled down to. What was Zane going to do?
-x-X-x-
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Yes! Wreck my throat with that big fat dick, Initiate! Don't let up! Use me! Abuse me! Oh, fuck I'm so fucking wet...
Staring down into the watery, strikingly indigo eyes of the Tholothian Jedi Master Stass Allie, knelt before him, Zane doesn't let up for a second as he face fucks the gorgeous alien woman to his heart's content. The dark-skinned Jedi Master is clearly jonesing for it, the slut. So, he might as well use her to the fullest extent, right?
Off to the side, Adi Gallia gasps and moans and whimpers as she touches herself to the sight of her cousin being so thoroughly... dominated.
When he'd told the High Council Member that she needed to bring in the other Tholothian in order to truly convince him, Adi Gallia had been flummoxed, briefly.
She'd been wide-eyed and amazed in a way that Zane had honestly kind of enjoyed.
In the end though, she'd capitulated, and now here he was, getting to enjoy the attentions of TWO Tholothian Jedi Masters instead of one.
Fuck, look at him going to town on her like that. I wish it were me instead. Ah, but I already got my turn. Begging for more would be naughty. Perhaps naughty enough to demand punishment?
Looking over at her, Zane locks eyes with Adi Gallia, even as he holds Master Allie by her skullcap, not just fucking her face, but also pushing the Force directly into her head through his palms, just as Luminara had showed him not but a day before.
Twisting Force Healing to his purposes in order to stimulate the Jedi Master before him and rock her world... was it now exactly why Luminara had taught him the advanced technique?
Moaning around his cock, Stass Allie's indigo eyes roll back in her head and she cums on the spot, her tongue writhing along the underside of his dick, her pleasured cries sending reverberations up his length.
With a grunt, Zane begins to cum, unable to hold back any further. To her credit, the new arrival to this sudden menage a trois doesn't hesitate to swallow every last drop of his seed, gulping it down without hesitation.
A little bit of it still manages to escape her dark-skinned cheeks, but the vast majority goes right down into her gullet, filling her belly.
Only once he's done cumming does Zane let go of Stass' head and let her fall back off of his cock.
Gasping and panting for breath, the Jedi Master looks up at him, eyes glazed over.
She looks more like a whore than his superior, at the moment. Not that the young Initiate knows what a whore even looks like, having spent his entire life in the Jedi Temple.
But both Stass and Adi are thinking it. The two gorgeous Tholothians are both degenerating themselves mentally, even as they wait for whatever he's going to do next.
In the context of this entire... lesson, Zane supposed this meant he should now fuck Adi Gallia, right?
The Jedi High Council Member had done everything he'd asked. She'd brought in Master Allie and convinced the other alien woman to let him fuck her.
Though to be fair, it wasn't like the indigo-eyed, dark-skinned beauty had needed much convincing. Zane really was beginning to think all female Jedi were sluts.
It was too much at this point to be anything else, right?
Part of him wanted to make Master Gallia wait a little longer though, and it's ultimately that part of himself that he listens to. Reaching out with the Force, he takes hold of Stass Allie's nonresistant body and spins her around.
The Tholothian woman yelps but doesn't stop him from putting her on her hands and knees, facing towards her cousin.
The two Jedi Masters lock eyes as Zane flips up Stass' robes and pulls down her undergarments, revealing a glorious dark-skinned posterior for his enjoyment.
He knows they're looking at one another, because of what he hears coming from their minds.
A-Ah, Force I must look so slutty right now. Adi, can you see me? This young Initiate is about to fuck me like he's the Master and I'm the padawan learner. I haven't felt like this in ages. It's like he knows exactly what I'm thinking, exactly what I want.
You look so amazing right now, Stass. Let him fuck you. Let him fuck you however he likes, because once he's done, he'll finally fuck me. Force, I can't believe I'm going this far just to have his cock inside of me. It's not even about that anymore, I just feel this need to convince him to fuck me, to know that I won our negotiation...
With a grunt, even as the thoughts of the two Tholothian women wash over him, Zane buries himself to the hilt inside of Stass Allie's drooling quim. Letting out a shriek of ecstasy, the Jedi Master tosses her head back, something he decides to take full advantage of, reaching up and grabbing the somewhat slick tendrils coming off of her skullcap.
Yanking hard, the young man begins to fuck her as fast and as deep as he possibly can, her back arching beautifully and her cries filling the space.
Her hips push back into his thrusts at first, but at some point the pleasure is just too much for the Jedi Master.
Overwhelmed, she succumbs to him entirely, eyes rolled back in her head, tongue lolling out of her mouth.
Her body shivers and shakes beneath him, trembling in abject delight as he fills her with his cockmeat again and again.
Meanwhile, Adi matches his pace, or rather tries to. The other Jedi Master's fingers piston in and out of her sloppy, wet cunt faster and faster, trying to keep up with him, trying to do what he does, but with subpar equipment for lack of a better way of describing it.
It was obvious from the longing look on her face that she wanted him inside of her instead of her fingers.
It was even more obvious from the slutty, deranged thoughts running through her mind.
It's a heady feeling, knowing both of these full-fledged Jedi Masters, one of whom is a High Council Member, will do almost anything he wants for a chance at his cock.
At least, sexually. He probably can't push it too far, nor does he want to... but he'll take whatever he can get from them in this 'negotiation'. Adi Gallia wants to 'win'? He'll let her win... all while he comes out the true victor by the end of things.
Meanwhile, Stass Allie is effectively caught in the middle of their little diplomacy lesson.
And the gorgeous, dark-skinned alien is enjoying every last moment of it. She's not saying it out loud, instead making increasingly animalistic noises as he fucks into her from behind while continuing to channel Force Healing through her head tendrils.
But in her mind, it's all there.
She loves this. She loves being 'put in her place' (her own mental words, not his), and she loves getting fucked and dominated by a young man like him. She had a fetish for it, even more than all of the other Jedi Sluts he'd fucked so far. Stass Allie was a naughty little cunt, and for that, she deserved some punishment.
SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Slapping his palm against her toned ass cheeks like a pair of drums, Zane increases his pace yet again, while at the same time matching the rhythm of his spankings to the rhythm of his plowing.
He fucks Stass Allie's drooling quim while at the same time reddening her behind thoroughly with his hand.
By the time he's coming close to another climax yet again, she's squealing and screaming and creaming herself on his cock, her pussy walls spasming and clenching down HARD as she explosively orgasms again and again around his pistoning, thrusting dick.
He's a natural. He's... he's a natural.
That's the last coherent thought that goes through the Tholothian Jedi's mind before her eyes roll back in her skull and stay that way as he cums inside of her.
Even as he's filling her womb with his seed, he can tell she's actually passed out on his dick.
That's a first, for sure, and Zane can't help but marvel at the sheer power he has over these women, these experienced Jedi.
He, just an Initiate, has fucked his way through some of the most powerful women in the order this week.
It's a little bit wild, if he's being honest.
And he's not done, yet.
Letting Stass Allie slump forward, face down with her ass still up in the air in a truly humiliating pose, Zane rises from behind her and steps past her, towards Adi Gallia.
The other Tholothian Jedi doesn't waste any time in sliding her fist out of her gushing wet cunt and spreading her legs and pussy lips both wide for him.
"Have I... settled your requirements at last, young Master Dax?"
Her breathing is unsteady, her chest heaving with desire. She wants it, she wants him, and they both know it.
Still, at this point she's practically moved heaven and earth for him. By the Force, how could Zane ever say no now? With a grunt, he drops to his knees, moves into position, and finally thrusts his cock deep into Adi Gallia's quivering quim.
Those intensely blue eyes of hers stare back at him at first, but the moment he thrusts in, they roll back in her head.
The anticipation of this moment was too much. The buildup, the expectations... and he can tell from the thoughts running through her head that he's met those expectations and more.
Adi Gallia cums on the spot, and Zane takes the moment of distraction to reach down and grab her by her chocolate-colored titties, pulling them up and putting them in his mouth, one by the other.
As he fucks her, he feasts upon her breasts, greatly enjoying the soft boobflesh for the treat that it is. He toys with her nipples using his tongue and his teeth, and he plays with her in ways she clearly wasn't expecting.
Oh fuck, oh Force. I was wrong, I was wrong. There was no way for me to win this negotiation. I was always going to lose. Oh, but I can't get enough of it all the same. Keep fucking me, please! I need it! I need it!
That, he can do.
Feeling exultant in his victory, in his conquest, Zane doesn't stop until it's done. He doesn't hold back, he doesn't hesitate, he doesn't let up for even a second.
He fucks Jedi Master Adi Gallia with the same ferocity he used on Aayla Secura, Shaak Ti, Luminara Unduli, and Stass Allie. He fucks the High Council Member into the damn ground, enjoying the way her legs spread wide out to either side of her, not offering any resistance as he plows her silly.
When he's finally finished with her, it's a feeling of utmost satisfaction that fills him, even as he in turn fills her.
His seed pumping directly into her, Zane groans as he tilts his head back in pleasure, while beneath him, Master Gallia looks quite dumb, fucked into a pleasure coma just like her cousin.
Slowly pulling out of them, Zane takes a look at both women, recognizing that neither are going to be moving around any time soon.
He supposed this meant that the lesson in diplomacy was finished, was it not?
So, with a shrug, the young Jedi Initiate gets dressed and departs, leaving the two Tholothian Jedi Masters to recover from what they just experienced.
-x-X-x-
A few days later, Zane stares down at his datapad, flabbergasted.
He's been presented with... options, of all things. This wasn't how it normally worked; he was pretty sure. But apparently, he was a special case.
Not special enough to warrant a face-to-face meeting, but apparently special enough to warrant a Council Meeting about him.
He'd picked up on it from overhearing some Masters walking the halls. Jedi Masters Shaak Ti and Adi Gallia had become... heated with one another during said meeting.
Shaak Ti had said he should be assigned to a male Jedi Master, or not at all. She would have preferred he be sent to the Service Corps, never to become a full-fledged padawan, let alone a Knight.
Master Gallia had supported him though, and Masters Unduli and Allie had both supported her in turn. As such, something... unexpected had happened. Namely, Zane had options.
He wasn't supposed to have options. But he had them all the same. Apparently, of the women he'd fucked last week, only Master Ti had any reservations about training him.
Knight Secura, Master Unduli, Master Gallia, and now Master Allie as well, all wanted him as their padawan.
And they were letting him choose which of them he wanted as his Master.
He would be Knight Secura's first padawan learner. Meanwhile, from what he'd overheard with his mind reading, he would sharing Master Unduli with another Mirialan.
Apparently, that was how she'd chosen to get around the tradition that Mirialan Jedi take on Mirialan Students.
She was still going to take a Mirialan named Barriss as her Padawan, but if he chose her, she would take him on as well, and train them both at the same time.
What favors she'd pulled to manage to get the Council on board with THAT, he couldn't even begin to know.
He was just an Initiate. Much of this was completely over his head. Finally, there was Adi Gallia and Stass Allie. He'd certainly left an impression on both of them, and from the impression he got, if he picked either, he'd almost certainly have access to the other.
For both training... and other things.
So those were his three options, in the end. Be Knight Secura's first padawan. Share Master Unduli with this Barriss girl. Or be shared by Masters Gallia and Allie.
Although... there was the fourth option. An option that had been unthinkingly presented by Master Ti.
For whatever reason, the Togruta Jedi Master was afraid of him. No, Zane knew what the reason was.
She wasn't afraid of HIM, not truly... she was afraid of herself. Of her reactions to him. What this meant was obvious. He now had... not quite enemies, but detractors in the Jedi Order.
He'd heard more than a few of them thinking quite loudly about whether he would ever be able to control his urges or not.
Which was frankly quite hypocritical.
It was obvious to Zane at least, thanks to his mutant ability, that the Jedi Order's leaders were all unrepentant sluts, whatever their gender.
At the same time though, they practiced a double standard regarding those at the bottom of the pecking order.
Zane only knew about it all because they couldn't defend against his particular version of mind-reading.
It was all a little bit rotten, wasn't it? And Zane... part of him, a small part maybe, wasn't sure he wanted to be a part of it anymore.
He was getting to that age where he could make that choice, if he wanted to.
Especially given that they were letting him make a choice about his Master, in the end. But if he did, what would he do? Where would he go?
The Service Corps were right out. He had no interest to spend the rest of his life farming or anything like that. But it was a big galaxy.
And while his own personal universe had been relatively small, his unique ability had allowed for Zane to be far more aware of the outside galaxy then his fellow Initiates, all this time.
Did he want to continue along this path as a Jedi? Or did he want to break away from it all, and see what the Galaxy had in store for him?
-x-X-x-
"Well... here we are. These will be our Master-Padawan Quarters for the foreseeable future, I suppose."
I can't wait to break them in with him. I wonder if he feels the same way... oh, to have him choose me out of everyone... it turns me on more than anything.
Zane nods to acknowledge what Aayla had said, while studiously ignoring what she'd just thought.
The Twi'lek Jedi Knight was young and so far untested. He was going to be her first Padawan Learner as a result. Perhaps that was why, when given the choice in a rather unorthodox flaunting of the rules, he'd gone with Aayla, rather than Masters Luminara or Gallia.
Heh, and hadn't they been disappointed by his decision, too.
Part of becoming a Padawan, if you had the hair for it anyways, was adopting the Padawan braid.
Some species who didn't have hair ended up attaching a small string of beads or some other expression of the braid to their head in some way anyways.
It wasn't necessarily a requirement, but it was tradition, and the Order lived by it's tradition, that much was certain.
Regardless, part of that tradition involved the Padawan Learner's new Master applying said braid in front of a small portion of the Council.
Expecting the entire Council to be present at the joining ceremony for every single Padawan and Master was a bit much to be sure, but at the very least, it wasn't too much of an imposition when it was brought down to a mere handful.
... In this case, it had been a trio of Jedi Masters that sat in observance of Zane's becoming a Padawan.
Masters Shaak Ti, Luminara Unduli, and Adi Gallia.
Yeah, that had been a little... tense, to say the least. Of course, thanks to his ability, Zane knew for a fact that neither Luminara nor Adi necessarily blamed him.
Just as he knew about the internal struggle going on within Master Ti now, thanks to that particular meeting.
She'd put herself in the same room as him as a test, at least according to her own thoughts.
One she was convinced she'd passed, solely because she hadn't thrown herself at his feet and begged to be fucked again in front of her fellow Masters and Knight.
As if that was anything to be proud of, that she could manage to show a modicum of restraint in an incredibly important ceremony like that.
Admittedly, based on what was going through the minds of the other female Jedi in the room, Zane could have turned things into one big raunchy orgy, if he wanted to.
Except, it felt like a trap.
Even if they were all thinking it, that didn't mean they'd actually go along with it, right? Or maybe they would have.
But there was another very important reason that he hadn't turned his braiding ceremony into yet another sex thing.
He had wanted at least this event to be sacred.
He had wanted at least this ceremony to... well, mean something besides sex.
Honestly, if he'd been asked, he would have preferred at least one male Jedi Master from the Council over say, Shaak Ti or something. Just... someone he knew wasn't fantasizing about his damn cock the entire time.
But no, that wasn't something he'd been asked to give his input on, unlike when they'd literally all been vying to become his Master.
Still, while they'd all thought about it, their thoughts had been coached in terms of him making a move, their lustful minds bent towards the fantasy of him being audacious enough to whip out his cock in front of all four of them and demand they give in to him right then and there.
By not doing so, Zane had control over the narrative. In the end, he'd gotten his sex-less braiding ceremony, and was now the official Padawan Learner of Aayla Secura.
But... at what cost?
"Padawan? Are you alright?"
Blinking, Zane realizes he's been lost in his own head for some indeterminate amount of time. Looking around his and Knight Secura's new living quarters, he can't deny that they're better than anything he's ever lived in before, especially in terms of a living space for two people.
Not that these quarters are more ostentatious or opulent then his old quarters, nothing like that...
But they are more spacious.
And they're more geared towards giving two people the capacity to do different things, rather than giving a whole bunch of initiates one space just to sleep and change in, like he'd previously had.
For the first time, Zane had a kitchen. They also had a table to eat at, and a whole other room clearly meant for relaxation and meditation. And then there was a whole other hallway with multiple doors on it, one of which he imagined was his own private bedroom.
So yes, it was definitely a step up, for all that the space was still rather sparse, and purposefully so given they were in the Jedi Temple.
"... Yes, Master. I'm well. Just... a little overwhelmed, I suppose."
"Ah, of course. It is all a bit much, isn't it? Well, why don't I make us some tea, hm?"
Perhaps once I calm his nerves, he'll find the courage to throw me down onto the floor and just take me~
The juxtaposition between Aayla's outward facing confident act, like she was trying to play at being a Jedi Master instead of the Knight she was, and her inner thoughts... it irritated Zane, just a little bit.
But admittedly, it also aroused him.
So, with a 'tch' sound, he reaches down and pulls at his pants, his cock leaving its confines a moment later as the newly minted Jedi Padawan catches his new Master's attention just before she can reach their kitchen.
"Or you could get down on your hands and knees, crawl back over here, and relieve my stress with that mouth of yours."
Aayla's knees come crashing down to the floor, the Twi'lek Jedi Knight practically moaning as she collapses forward onto her hands as well and begins to crawl over.
Zane strokes his cock as she approaches, watching her wide hips and full ass sway and bounce in the air with her every shift forward.
"I-If... If that's what you wish, my young Padawan.."
Yessss, give it to me. Feed me your cock. Let me prove that you were right to choose me over those old, aged hussies.
As Aayla tilts her head back and lets her tongue slip out of her lips, Zane plays keep away with his cock for a moment before slapping it down upon her forehead, rubbing his balls all over her mouth.
"I think we both know it's not what I want, Master... it's what YOU want, isn't it?"
He's so much more confident. Is this a result of all of those extra lessons the others gave him? F-Fuck, I think I just came a little again...
Thanks to his balls and cock in her face, Aayla doesn't have to actually answer him, and Zane doesn't force her to. Instead he just stands there and lets his new Jedi Master suck at his cock.
The Twi'lek Knight is quite enthusiastic and eager, slobbering all over his balls for a moment before trailing her tongue up his length and glomping down with her lips upon his cockhead.
Then, staring up at him with needy eyes, the Jedi Knight begins to bob up and down his length, swirling her tongue around his shaft where she can, and just writhing it along the underside when she goes too deep.
It is... a very good blowjob, and Zane groans as he reaches down and grabs her by her lekku near the base, making sure he has a firm grip as he holds her steady.
Oh, fuck yes, take control. Dominate me, my young Padawan. Fuck my face until you cum all over it.
Of course, Zane had no misconceptions about what life as Luminara or Adi's Padawan would have been like. They might not have crumbled quite as quickly as Aayla just had, but still... they'd given in quickly enough during his lessons with them both.
Regardless, securing his hold on Aayla's lekku, feeling her humming and moaning up his shaft as even the act of gripping her lekku this tightly is enough to nearly cause her to cum on the spot... Zane begins to thrust.
He starts fucking her face right then and there, and within a few moments, the tugging of her lekku and his cock pulverizing her throat send Aayla Secura right over the edge, the Jedi Knight letting out a muffled squeal as she creams herself right then and there.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Feeling quite... on top of things, Zane grunts as he tosses out a command, wondering if his new Master was even cognizant enough to follow it in the heat of the moment.
"Strip!"
Aayla's eyes flutter, and for a moment she looks confused, but to her credit, she quickly catches on and does as she's told.
Her tube top comes off, exposing a pair of beautiful blue breasts capped with tasteful pink nipples. Her pants take a little longer, as she has to keep sucking his cock the entire time, but eventually she manages to strip them away, leaving herself in absolutely nothing.
Gagging, gurgling, and choking on his cock, Aayla Secura rests on her hands and knees in front of him, summarily stripped naked, her beautiful blue behind swaying in the air as her back arches and she claws at the floor of their new living quarters.
The sight of this gorgeous Twi'lek debasing herself in front of him... it's enough to send Zane right over the edge, in the end.
With a loud groan, he pulls out and coats Aayla's features in his seed.
And then, without hesitation, he pushes her onto her back with the Force and drags her legs apart, going down with her in a controlled fall that results in his cock, still quite hard, sliding right into her snug, wet pussy.
Beneath the facial he just gave her, Zane witnesses his new Master's eyes widening at the display, and he can't quite help the small grin that spreads across his face, even as he begins to fuck into her with fast paced thrusts, his hands leaving her lekku to migrate down to her tits instead.
In the meantime, he hums to himself a little nonchalantly and cocks his head to the side.
"So, Master... when should we be going on our first mission?"
Aayla gasps and bites her lower lip, looking nothing like the Jedi Knight she's supposed to be, laid out on the floor of their new quarters getting fucked after getting covered in cum, with her Padawan Learner's hands groping and squeezing at her blue tits.
Still, the Twi'lek nevertheless does her best to answer him.
"N-Not, ah, any time soon, Padawan. B-Because I am still a young and, ooh, r-relatively untested Jedi K-Knight, we will be... c-continuing your training here at the T-Temple for the time being."
Zane nods at that. It makes sense, after all. And he supposes he doesn't mind too much. Surely, the missions will come soon enough.
Leaving the Temple... well, no Master-Padawan pair stays Temple-bound forever, he can hear that in Aayla's thoughts, plain as day. Not having any more questions for the time being, Zane settles in and begins to fuck the beautiful naked Twi'lek beneath him all the harder.
As her eyes go crossed and her lips form into a tight puckered 'o' beneath the cum staining her blue face, Zane listens as her thoughts too become unintelligible gibberish. He grins as he pounds into her without pause and without hesitation.
He could... he could certainly get used to this.
-x-X-x-
The next morning, the two of them sit in the room set aside for relaxation and meditation, having had a decent breakfast.
Aayla's slutty mind had briefly fantasized about him jerking one off into her meal before she could eat it, and Zane had been briefly tempted to make that fantasy a reality, but honestly, he wasn't that quick of a shot.
And besides, if he fulfilled every single one of her fantasies, not only would his new Master begin to get suspicious, she'd also get expectant.
Better to leave her wanting more, once in a while.
Now, Aayla was sitting across from him looking rather... nervous. And for once, she wasn't thinking about sex.
By the Force, how do I even begin? I suppose... I suppose from the top. You're a Jedi Knight, Aayla. You've trained for this. A-and you prepared for this as well! Just... project confidence. That's what you're supposed to do, project confidence.
"Right then. Before I can properly begin planning out your training, we need to have a conversation about what you think you want out of being a Jedi. You've been taught a lot about how the Order operates, and you understand what it means to be a Padawan, a Knight, and eventually a Master. You've also now had some personalized training from some of the Order's most venerated Jedi Masters in a variety of fields."
She pauses for a moment, before continuing on.
"With that in mind, it's time to talk about specialization. There are three distinct schools of thought when it comes to being a Jedi. There are Guardians, Consulars, and Sentinels. Jedi Guardians skills and talents lay in lightsaber combat and battle. I myself, am a Guardian in fact. Jedi Consulars, meanwhile, tend to avoid drawing their lightsabers save for as a last resort. They focus on diplomacy and healing, and study of the Force above all else."
Aayla takes another breath and then finishes up.
"Sentinels, the last of the three disciplines, are a combination of the other two. A sort of balance, if you will. They focus on both combat and the Force, preferring to blend Force Techniques with Lightsaber skills. They also tend to focus on developing skills outside of the Force, such as piloting, or repairs, or computers."
Smiling, Aayla splays her hands out across her lap.
"Now, you don't necessarily have to choose any one of these paths. Truth be told, the Jedi Order doesn't treat the three disciplines as hard and fast mandates and hasn't for quite some time. You can identify as a Guardian, but still be a pilot and a diplomat. You can be close with the Force and considered a Consular, but still be an incredibly frightening prospect in a lightsaber duel. Just ask Master Yoda."
Zane must not have been able to keep the look of disbelief off of his face, because Aayla just giggles a little.
"Hopefully one day you'll get a chance to witness him in action. You wouldn't expect it, but he's truly a sight to behold. Regardless, young Padawan... do any of these paths speak to you more than the others? Or do you think it's too early to say, quite yet?"
Hm, a good question. What DID he think?
-x-X-x-
Mulling it over in his head for a moment, ignoring Aayla's thoughts for the time being, Zane considers his future.
In the end, he finds he really doesn't have to think too hard about it. He knows what he wants to be.
"... Sentinel. I want to follow the path of a Jedi Sentinel."
Blinking, Aayla cocks her head to the side questioningly.
"Oh? That was fast. If I may ask, what makes you choose Sentinel, Padawan?"
It takes him all of a moment to put his thoughts in order so he can present her to them.
"I don't want to lock myself into any particular role. You say that someone can be a Guardian while also being a pilot and a diplomat or can be a Consular while being very good with their lightsaber. But those paths wouldn't exist if they weren't limiting in SOME shape or form. It seems obvious to me that Sentinel is the path that tries to strike a balance between the two, the one that tries to find the middle ground. That's where I want to be."
Lips parted, breath hitching, Aayla's eyes have dilated by the time he's done explaining himself. Her thoughts give away her true feelings to him right on the spot.
H-He's so confident. It's so sexy how he knows exactly what he wants at such a young age. I certainly didn't...
Collecting herself after a moment, though also squirming in her seat, Aayla tries to hide just how turned on she is, attempting to keep up the act of being the wise and venerable Jedi Master that they both know she isn't quite yet.
"T-That's very well-reasoned, Padawan. I'm proud of you. Now all that's left is to decide where we're going to get started."
Listening to her thoughts, Zane lets out a soft chuckle, rolls his eyes, and stands up from the floor.
Before Aayla can ask him what he's doing, he's taken out his cock and placed it against her lips, grabbing hold of her eternally sensitive lekku and pulling them towards him like reins.
"We can start with this, Master. Maybe once you've sucked my cock, you'll be thinking straighter."
He really does read me like an open book, doesn't he? F-Fuck, I'm such a useless slut. Yessss, take me to task, put me in my place, make me focus up so I can train you properly Padawan~"
As Aayla's lips open wide and take his cock into her mouth, Zane settles in for a morning blowjob, groaning as he throws his head back.
He was serious though, all she was getting was this one face fuck, and then they were going to do some actual training.
Zane had probably already handicapped himself by picking the least experienced Jedi as his Master. He wasn't going to abide by curtailing his own progress and training anymore than he already had...
But one quick blowjob couldn't hurt, and he thought it just might help Aayla take the edge off things.
If he could find that equilibrium between massaging the slutty Jedi Knight's raging libido and getting her to teach him, perhaps he could actually get somewhere as a Padawan...
-x-X-x-
In the days, weeks, and eventually months that follow, Zane Dax falls into something of a routine.
Aayla was right, given she was a fairly new Jedi Knight, and completely untested as his Master, they weren't given any off world missions.
There were a few Coruscant missions here and there, but they were few and far in between.
Ultimately, much of Zane's time was spent in training. It was a lot like his previous schedule as an Initiate in fact, he still had classes with his fellow Padawans even, but also, Aayla consistently had private lessons planned for him. As well as 'private lessons', to put it subtly.
To put it unsubtly, his days were as much filled with fucking as they were with learning. It didn't matter if he had a lesson in Force Techniques or Starship Maintenance one day, he could reliably count on every morning starting off with Aayla Secura sucking his cock.
The Twi'lek Jedi Knight was completely insatiable and utterly whorish, needing his affection and his attention as much as she seemed to try to be vying for his respect.
But if she wanted him to respect her, she was fighting an uphill battle, that was for sure.
It wasn't that Zane couldn't appreciate her skill with a lightsaber or the fact that she had several years of experience on him when it came to being a Jedi.
It was just hard to look past the numerous times she decided to wear his cum all over her face and breasts during breakfast meals, or even the fact that she usually refrained from wearing her top to said meals in the first place, leaving her gorgeous blue tits capped with contrasting pink nipples on full display regardless of whether he'd cum on her or not that day.
She was always altogether desperate for his cock, and Zane felt like he was training her as much as she was training him.
Namely, he had to condition her by giving her just enough sexual attention to take the edge off before focusing up on his training for the day.
It was... an interesting mix to be sure, made all the more interesting by the fact that Zane was pretty sure his relationship with Knight Secura was the only Master-Padawan Relationship like it in the entire Jedi Temple.
He could have been wrong, but part of becoming a Padawan also involved a greater freedom of movement throughout the Temple.
Before when he'd just been an initiate, his movement had been somewhat more restricted.
He was expected to attend lessons on a very regimented schedule with the same fellow initiates day after day.
Likewise, meal times for initiates were always at the same times every day, and there was a curfew in effect as well.
As a Padawan, he had a lot more free time.
There was still some of those planned lessons that he had to attend at specific scheduled times of the day, but they now only accounted for about half of his time training, rather than ALL of his time training.
Likewise, he could now go to the Padawan Hall for a meal at any time, showing the Jedi Order recognized the oft-times constantly shifting, changing schedule of Padawan Learners and the whims of their Masters.
This meant that Zane had met more Master-Padawan pairs, albeit mostly in passing, and had gotten the chance to... compare and contrast their relationships with his and Aayla's, so to speak.
And what he'd found was... well, a bit surprising. Namely, while many of them were certainly thinking about it, most weren't acting on it?
Whether they were female-female pairs, male-female pairs, or female-male pairs, Masters seemed to be waiting for their Padawans to come to them before they did anything, allowing them to grow and mature a bit more ahead of time.
It seemed that Zane was extensively ahead of curve in this regard, and wholly abnormal.
He was more mature than he'd ever really thought, and it was abundantly clear from the eavesdropping he was now capable of doing with the ability to range more widely throughout the Jedi Temple.
He and Aayla... what they had was something special. But it wasn't necessarily unique.
Every female Jedi that Zane listened in on was still... well, immensely sexual. Even his fellow female Padawans were getting to that point at this rate.
Case in point...
Is he looking this way? Does he see me? Oh please, please see me.
Making sure it's completely natural, Zane slowly pans his gaze over to the other side of the training grounds, effectively making eye contact with one Darra Thel-Tanis a moment later.
The moment that his eyes connect with the ginger Padawan, she jolts and flushes, looking away far too late to keep him from seeing that he was looking at her.
Still, Zane pretends like he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary and continues on with his katas, swinging his practice lightsaber with precise movements.
That's why he's out here after all, late in the evening, training with his saber. Aayla is currently on a solo mission that Jedi Knights sometimes take and will likely be back for him in the next couple days.
Until then, he's on his own.
Oh Force, d-did he see me staring? Sithspit, that's not how I wanted him to see me! I made it so obvious, d-damn it!
But maybe he didn't have to be.
Darra was from his old Initiate's Class. She too was a Padawan like him now, and her Master, Soara Antana, was an interesting woman.
She was considered a lightsaber virtuoso, and even described as a 'legend' by some of the people he'd heard talking about her. It was why she served as a lightsaber instructor between going on missions.
But she was nowhere to be found in the courtyard today. In fact, the courtyard was almost entirely deserted, with Darra being the only one even close to where he was training.
Of course, given what Zane was hearing of the other Padawan's thoughts, that wasn't that surprising.
She had very clearly deliberately placed herself close to him in the hopes of getting noticed... even if she didn't seem to know what to do with the fact that she HAD been noticed.
O-Oh, I bet he has a big c-cock. I bet his is nice and thick and juicy. I bet... I bet it'd feel good, having him manhandle me into position. I w-wanna suck it... I wanna take it inside me! N-Notice me Zane Dax! Notice me and claim me!
Was he... was he witnessing the birth of a slut, right before his metaphorical eyes?
More importantly, what the hell was he supposed to do about it?
Zane's mouth goes dry as Darra unknowingly answers his unspoken question, beginning to fantasize about what he might 'do about it' right there on the spot.
It takes all of his willpower to keep moving his saber through the lightsaber forms he was practicing.
He would come over. He would demand a spar. He'd remember me, from our classes together as initiates.
He'd say he wanted to see how I've grown as a Padawan, to see if I'm keeping up with my studies. I would loudly proclaim I had, of course! He would challenge me.
He would tell me if I failed, t-then there would be consequences.
A quick glance over at Darra shows that the ginger Padawan isn't even looking his way right now, she's staring at the ground panting heavily, her shoulders shaking with the strength of her desire.
I-I'll lose, of course... n-not on purpose, b-but because he's better than me! He's always been better than me... I'll lose, and he'll be disappointed. He'll take me back to his quarters. He'll force me to my knees, and he'll have his w-way with me right then and there, however he likes...
The other Padawan's fantasies get increasingly lewder and more graphic by the moment, to the point that Zane is beginning to falter in his stance and his movements.
It's kind of hard to keep shifting through the katas when his cock is more erect than it's ever been outside of the presence of a Jedi Master before.
Or, in the case of his Master, a Jedi Knight.
Darra is the first Padawan to make him feel this way. But then, she's also the first Padawan he's witnessing having a sexual awakening, seemingly right before his eyes.
Should he... do something? Should he even be contemplating doing something? It's just... it's so obvious she wants it. But does that make it right?
They're the same age, both of them no longer initiates, now full-grown padawans.
But it's become abundantly clear since he became Knight Secura's Padawan that he's years ahead of his peers mentally, if not physically.
So that begs the question, is it right for him to be Darra's introduction to the world of sex?
... At the same time, is it really that wrong? If not him, it'll probably be her Master right? That's what Zane has seen so far, anyways.
Which means it'll still be an older more mature Jedi taking Darra in hand and showing her the way. By that logic, was it wrong for Zane to do it instead?
He had no idea when Aayla would be back from her mission, and while it was his Master who was the insatiable slut in need of constant sex, Zane himself had gotten used to having her available to him at all times.
Darra... would make a good stand-in to take care of his needs.
As he saw it, he had three options. He could follow Darra's fantasy to a T and give her exactly what she thought she wanted (literally).
Or he could still take on the role of instructor in the sexual arts but take it slower and ease her into it tenderly.
Or he could bounce, as in leave the courtyard right now and go jack one off back in his and Aayla's quarters, probably resulting in him taking out his sexual frustration on his Master even harder when she returned.
It was, as always, seemingly up to him.
The women of the Jedi Order continued to seemingly rely on him to make all of the decisions, from Masters and Knights, to even Padawans now.
For all her fantasizing, Darra would never make the first move herself, Zane was pretty sure. So, in the end... what was he going to do?
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Well heck, if she was going to give him a script, then Zane would be damn sure to follow it.
Finishing up his final kata, Zane straightens up and performs a salute with his practice lightsaber to the empty air in front of him.
Then, he turns it off and spins on his heel, beginning to walk over to where Darra is currently stood.
Upon seeing his approach, the ginger Padawan reacts far less formally, freezing up and then turning to him with wide eyes as she holds her lit lightsaber at her side, seeming unsure what to do with it.
A quick glance down at it from Zane sees her remembering herself and thumbing it off as she flushes with embarrassment.
"Darra Thel-Tanis. I would like to formally challenge you to a spar, right here, right now."
B-By the Force! Is this actually happening?!
Gulping audibly, the ginger Padawan trembles, shaking even as she licks her lips.
"O-Oh? Um... I.."
Seeing that he's going to have to carry this impromptu roleplay, Zane lets out a short sigh and then pins Darra with a stern gaze.
"We were initiates together, if you don't remember me. I know that you were taken as a Padawan by Master Soara Antana, a lightsaber virtuoso. I'm curious to see what you've learned, to see if you've been keeping up with your studies."
Despite following along with her script, Darra's mouth does not open to loudly proclaim that she had.
It does open, but no words come out, her mouth opening and closing for a few moments before she realizes what she's doing and the embarrassment she's making of herself and clams up entirely.
Worried that he might be blurring the line between fantasy and reality a bit too much here, Zane goes off script himself, and decides to give her an out.
"I understand if you're too busy for a spar... we can test one another's skills another time, if you like...?"
He trails off, fully prepared to be shut down. It would be a good lesson for him, in how one's thoughts do not always match one's willingness to commit to certain actions.
Darra Thel-Tanis would be his first virgin, his first inexperienced female Jedi. He wouldn't want to rush her into anything she'd regret...
"N-No! No, I... I would appreciate a spar with you now, Padawan Dax. I c-can show you all the skills that Master Antana has imparted to me!"
I can't screw this up! I need to prove myself to him! That daydream from earlier... no matter how hot it was, I've got my Master to consider! I need to make her proud!
Smiling a little, Zane nods at Darra's sudden outspoken determination. Together, the two of them move until they're facing off with the appropriate amount of distance between them, lifting their practice lightsabers and igniting them at the same time.
As the blades of contained plasma lance out, Zane steps forward, a quick two step that takes him into Darra's space and allows him to swing a telegraphed blow overhead.
To her credit, she blocks it and quickly counterattacks, forcing him to dance backwards as the spar begins in earnest.
No one else is around to observe them really, it's just the two of them in this section of the yard, their practice sabers clashing again and again as they put to use the work that their respective Masters have put into them.
Darra is undeniably talented; Zane can tell that right off the bat.
Her Master has indeed imparted quite a lot knowledge to her regarding lightsaber technique... knowledge that Zane is stealing as they spar.
Because in the end, that's where his advantages lie, and it's one of the two reasons that he basically can't lose this fight.
Even as Darra is blocking and attacking and counterattacking, Zane has a front row seat to what she's going to do next.
Her moves are laid out in her head before him for him to look at and incorporate into his own fighting.
He literally knows what she's going to do long before she does it. Sometimes, he takes advantage of this and forces her to adapt, just to see the sparks fire in her head and watch as she changes her plans on the fly.
But most of the time, he simply uses this advantage to stay a few steps ahead of her, effectively toying with her without outright challenging her too hard.
He doesn't need to work very hard because of the second reason that he can't lose... in spite of Darra's determination to make her Master proud and her overall eagerness to prove herself capable to him... there's a low undercurrent beneath it all that still wants to lose to him, that still wants him to be disappointed in her so that he'll take advantage of her.
As well, the longer they spar, the more aroused Darra gets. Him going blow for blow for her, and even seeming to predict every move she makes, it is turning the Jedi Padawan on immensely, leaving her dripping with desire, her libido exploding as her movements slowly but surely get sloppier and sloppier.
Finally, with one fell swoop, Zane smacks the stunning edge of his training saber past Darra's guard, swiping it across each of her wrists, effectively disarming her.
The young human woman lets out a small cry as her fingers spasm and her saber clatters to the ground.
If this were a real lightsaber fight, she wouldn't have hands anymore, and they both know immediately that the spar is over, with Zane the victor.
I knew he would win; I just knew it. Now if only the rest of my daydream could come true... but no, the real world doesn't work that way, does it?
"T-Thank you for the spar."
As Darra bows low, Zane simply grunts. If she still wanted it, who was he to deny her?
"Darra..."
His feigned disappointment was well-acted in Zane's opinion, and it caused a jolt to go through the young woman as she looked up at him, wide eyed.
Staring her down quite sternly once more, Zane clips his saber to his belt.
"Gather your saber and follow me."
Not waiting for a response, knowing that she would follow, Zane turns and begins a crisp walk towards the exit.
A moment later, the other Padawan is changing after him.
He leads her through the halls of the Temple in silence, all the way to his and Aayla's quarters.
Of course, with Aayla away, it's just his quarters right now. He's got them all to himself... which means there's no one to stop him from bringing a girl home, so to speak.
Coming to a stop outside of his quarters, Zane palms the door control and then gestures as he stands aside.
"Inside, now."
Darra is quivering as she follows his instructions, her thoughts a complete mess of excitement and doubt.
It's not possible, right? How could her fantasy possibly be playing out, right before her eyes?
Closing and locking the door behind him, Zane follows Darra to where the female Padawan has stopped in the middle of the meditation room.
Having fucked Aayla here more times than he can count, Zane decides it's as good a spot as any other and when Darra turns to him, he points down to his feet.
"Kneel, Thel-Tanis."
"W-What?!"
Oh, right. She wanted him to force her to her knees. Reaching out, Zane grabs Darra by her ginger hair and pulls harshly.
"I said, kneel."
Ohhhh Force~
Her legs quiver and her knees knock together as she all but collapses to the floor, experiencing a mini-orgasm from the domination without him having even done anything yet.
Letting out a small, exasperated growl at the sluttiness seemingly inherent in all female Jedi, Zane holds Darra by the hair with one hand and pulls out his cock with the other, slapping it down across her young face as she flinches back, eyes shutting briefly.
"Well? This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
Darra jolts at that, clearly startled for a moment.
How could he possibly know?!
Hastily covering up for his momentary lapse, Zane growls.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice the sloppiness out there, Thel-Tanis? The way you were moving by the end of our spar... you were thinking about the saber betwixt my legs far more than the saber in my hands. Seems to me that you need a little cock in you, then maybe you can actually concentrate on the spar."
Darra blushes at that, her confusion dying down and embarrassment and shame raising in it's place.
But then she goes cross-eyed just looking at his member, and a small coy smile spreads across her lips.
"T-There's nothing little about your cock, Dax..."
Caught off guard by her joke, Zane snorts in amusement. Then, he hardens his gaze and rubs his cock against her face a little harder.
"You will address me as 'sir' until you've proven yourself worthy of being my peer. Is that understood?"
Another shudder of pleasure rushes through the young padawan as he dips back into her fantasy of domination and subjugation.
"Y-Yes sir... I'm sorry sir... y-you're right, I got so... so caught up thinking about you. I've always thought about you, sir. I knew you had a big cock, I just knew-mmph!"
Shutting her up in the middle of what was frankly an embarrassingly lewd confession, Zane slips his cock into her mouth and silences her in one fell swoop.
As she eagerly begins to suckle and lick at his cockhead, he sighs, looking down into her expressive, vibrant eyes.
"I know. Now, suck."
"Mmmm~"
That might have been her attempt at saying 'Yes sir'.
Zane doesn't much care, he's too busy enjoying his first young mouth. With a loud groan, he buries himself past Darra's lips and halfway down her throat, only for her to choke much more violently then Aayla would.
He pulls back a bit to give her more room to breathe, and slowly eases her in to deep throating his cock instead.
Still, there's something to be said about having a virgin suck his dick.
Darra's inexperience is obvious, even in her thoughts. She doesn't know what she's doing... but she so desperately wants to do a good job anyways. Zane begins calling out instructions, and Darra is quick and eager to follow them, her complete lack of knowledge when it comes to fellatio made up for by her overwhelming enthusiasm to learn.
As much fun as it was when his Master submitted to him orally, vaginally, or even anally, there was still an overwhelming sluttiness to everything Aayla did.
An experienced sluttiness, even. She was the older woman in their relationship, and while he knew it wasn't true, at times it could feel like she was... humoring him, after a fashion.
But with Darra, that feeling was nowhere to be found. The ginger Padawan really had no clue what to do, and with Zane's experience, he was decidedly in charge, not just dominating her, but teaching her.
It was fun being the teacher for once, fun being the one who knew the most, rather than just the one taking advantage of a slutty Jedi Knight or Master.
By the time he's getting close to cumming, Darra is sucking cock like a pro... or at least, well on her way to doing so.
She's also given in to her own desires at this point and has brought her hands down between her legs and under her tunic and pants, clearly fingering herself as she bobs up and down on his member.
With a loud groan, Zane tightens his grip on Darra's hair, pulling her head back slightly so she's looking up into his eyes while continuing to slobber all over his dick.
"I'm getting close, Darra. You've been a good little cocksucker, so I'll let you decide... where do you want it?"
The young Padawan pauses for a moment, thinking it over... literally.
Oooh, his cum, I want to drink it... no, I want to wear it! Oh, fuck, what should I do, what should I do?"
Zane lets out a loud groan as he gets closer and closer to the edge, and his grip on her hair loosens to give her the room to decide for herself.
In the end, just as he begins cumming, Darra pulls back, popping his cock out of her mouth and tilting her face up so that she catches all of his glorious seed all over her face and chest and even some in her hair.
She takes his load like the horny little Jedi slut she is, panting heavily as his cum coats her from her forehead to her chin and then some.
What she manages to catch on her lolled out tongue, she rolls back into her mouth and gulps down noisily.
The rest she seems to wear like a badge of pride, gleefully happy to have been able to suck his cock and get covered in his cum.
The inevitable conclusion to all of this seems clear. He's going to fuck her next, bend her over and plow her silly while she drips his seed all over the floor.
His cock is twitching, and her pussy is drooling, and her thoughts are going wild with excitement.
And then a beeping on her commlink causes Darra to come out of her revery and lust and as she looks down, Zane can practically hear the death knells on a wonderful night.
"Ah, shit... that's my Master, wondering where I am. Apparently, she came to find me in the training yard, but I was nowhere to be seen..."
Force damn it! I really wanted Zane to fuck me too! Mm, maybe he still will. Maybe 'Sir' won't let me go that easily...
Standing up, Darra begins reluctantly getting herself back together, saving cleaning her face off for last, as if she wants him to stop her. Zane, for his part, is indecisive.
Should he really monopolize his fellow Padawan's time at the expense of her Master? Master Antana probably wouldn't like that very much.
Alternatively... he could tell Darra to invite her over.
That had the chance of backfiring, however. He had yet to actually meet Soara Antana yet.
What were the odds she was the first Jedi Master who wouldn't crumple into submission before his domineering personality?
He could end up causing greater issues for himself with that option.
Or... he could just let Darra go, and find an opportunity to finish the job so to speak a moment later.
Technically, he'd gotten satisfaction, already having enjoyed himself with her mouth.
Decisions... decisions...
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