Chapter 2912 - Star War 3

".. No."

Darra pauses in the middle of getting her clothes back on, her face still covered in his cum as she looks at him with a mixture of surprise and faint hope.

Mulling it over, Zane decides that he's made his decision.

"You're not done yet. I'm not finished with you. Invite your Master over, we'll see what she has to say."

For a moment longer, the strawberry blonde Padawan continues to stare at him.

Her legs quake a little, but Zane wouldn't know what happened if it weren't for being able to hear her thoughts.

F-Force, did I just cum?

Outwardly, Darra bites her lip and lowers her gaze submissively.

"Y-Yes sir.."

Zane's cock jumps at that, even as she throws a message her Master's way.

He's half-expecting the Jedi Master to immediately call Darra and demand answers or something, but instead there's a simple blink a few moments later, with Darra reading out the message to him with a look of wonder on her cum-covered face.

"She... she says she's on her way!"

Zane can't help grinning at that, nodding along like it was exactly what he expected.

Darra might be shocked that her Master wasn't more swiftly taking her to task, but it lined up with what Zane himself had come to expect.

Were all female Jedi sluts? Was he about to bag and tag himself another Jedi Master?

Tempted as he is to fuck Darra right then and there so he's ball's deep inside of her when her Master arrives, Zane holds himself back.

At the same time though, he doesn't tell her to wash her face, nor does he put his dick away.

He leaves the twitching throbbing thing on full display as Darra fidgets and squirms, not wanting to make a move herself, but hoping he'd make one while they waited, her thoughts making it VERY clear that she wanted nothing more than to have him as her first.

Soon enough, there's a chime at the door and Zane uses the force to open it, allowing for Soara Antana to step on through. With brown hair and brown eyes and tan skin, she's not nearly as exotic as some of the Jedi Zane has fucked at this point.

And yet, the grace and poise that she carries herself with is enticing all on its own.

This right here is the woman considered to be the best lightsaber combat instructor the Jedi Temple had right now. She definitely knows what she's doing.

The only question is... does she know how to handle HIS saber?

To her credit, Master Antana takes one look at the room and them both and hums as a small smile dances across her lips, her eyes twinkling.

She steps inside and cocks her head as she looks between Zane and her Padawan.

"Padawan Dax. Padawan Thel-Tanis. Exactly what is the meaning of this."

Strangely enough, her mind is surprisingly quiet.

Zane figures he just needs a bit more time to properly penetrate her thoughts and works off of previous experience.

Puffing out his chest and placing his hands on his hips, he speaks confidently and concisely.

"Your Padawan and I had a spar out on the Training Field. A spar that we put a bit of a wager on. She lost and is currently paying up. We're halfway down... but I suppose if you wanted to, you could take on the rest of Darra's debt."

It's a probing suggestion, but one that no Padawan without Zane's knowledge would ever dare ask of a Jedi Master.

Darra beside him makes a half-strangled, half-wounded noise, clearly both appalled that he would ever talk to her Master in such a crass, suggestive way, but also hurt that he would discard her for Soara so easily.

Meanwhile, Zane finds himself hearing Soara's thoughts finally as he surprises the Jedi Master just as surely as he surprised Darra with his words.

Oh my. This young one is... unbelievably confident. What HAS Knight Secura been teaching him?

As Zane finds himself being inspected by Soara Antana in a way that makes him feel like a particularly interesting insect, he has to work hard to keep his true feelings from his face.

It sounds... it sounds like the Jedi Master might actually not be interested?

Mm, his cock is certainly sizable enough... but I suspect this one has been spoiled. I'd heard rumors, but I hadn't believed them.

Okay, so she certainly still had some libido.

And yet, at the same time... Master Antana lifts a single sculpted brow at him and quirks the corner of her mouth up in a half-smirk as she hums consideringly.

"Whyever would I do that? It's not me that you defeated, Padawan Dax. My Padawan must learn to handle the consequences of her actions. Unless, that is, you're challenging ME to a spar."

As she makes her own suggestion, her eyes trail up and down his body in a more considering manner.

He would lose, of course. And then I would eat him alive. I hope he knows better than to take me up on my offer. But if not, I'll gladly teach him a lesson that Knight Secura and the other Masters failed to.

Okay, that sounded distinctly ominous.

And as gorgeous as Master Antana was, Zane was not the sort to submit.

At least not sexually. A lot of being a Jedi was submission to your superiors, even if his relationship with HIS Master was practically the opposite.

But Zane had no desire to be belittled, humiliated, or demeaned by Master Antana, as it sounded like she might do if they sparred and she won.

He had no desire to be treated as he'd treated Darra.

Maybe that was hypocritical, but Darra had enjoyed everything that he'd done to her so far.

Zane knew that he would not enjoy it being done to him in turn.

"... I think I'll pass, Master Antana. I apologize if I overstepped."

Once again, he surprised the Saber Master, her eyes widening ever so slightly and her smile growing a fraction of an inch more.

Honestly, he probably wouldn't have noticed her reaction of it wasn't for her thoughts.

Oh-ho? This one has a good head on his shoulders. It makes me want to take him for a ride even more. But... yes, I can tell he's the type to want control. He'll need to do a lot more training before he has a hope of challenging me. Still, when the time comes, if he proves himself capable... I'd be glad to submit.

Dipping her head in acknowledgment of his words, Soara chuckles.

"Apology accepted, Padawan."

Feeling like he'd just dodged a blaster bolt, Zane resists the urge to wipe his brow. He's sweating, just a tad, but all in all he's doing a remarkable job of maintaining his composure.

When Master Antana turns to her Padawan, he expects her to tell Darra they're leaving, putting an end to the whole thing... but instead, the Saber Master just smirks.

"That does not get you off the hook though, Darra. You offered Padawan Dax your body if you lost the spar?"

That wasn't quite true, they'd never made a wager, he was just fulfilling Darra's fantasies.

Zane supposed he should count himself lucky that Soara hadn't picked up on that deception for whatever reason... and more so that Darra was all too eager to go along with it.

"Y-Yes, Master. I... I was too over-confident in my capabilities..."

Chocolate-brown eyes twinkling, the tanned human Jedi Master chuckles and then steps forward.

Zane can only watch as Soara gathers Darra up in her arms... and begins to pointedly lick the cum right off of her Padawan's face. It was like watching a mother cat lick their kitten clean or something like that, and it was highly erotic.

At the same time, Master Antana's hand dips down between Darra's legs and she begins to play with her Padawan's folds, toying with her pussy right there in front of Zane as his cock throbs with need.

The way that she so easily takes Darra in hand is incredibly arousing, but only because it's Darra and he's getting to watch.

He wouldn't enjoy this if it were him, Zane is sure of that.

Still, when the Saber Master finally guides her Padawan to the ground, placing Darra on her hands and knees facing away from him, presenting her pale behind and her dripping pussy lips to Zane's gaze, he has absolutely no problem with getting involved.

Swallowing thickly, he takes a step forward, and then another, until his feet carry him to where the Master and Padawan are waiting for him.

Show me what you're made of Padawan. Show me what I have to look forward to if you ever go strong enough to defeat me in a spar.

"Go on, Padawan. Claim your reward."

Yes! Fuck me, Zane! Oh, thank you Master! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

He's fairly certain that Master Antana would never be allowing this to continue if she couldn't read Darra's abject desire on every inch of her being.

It's quite obvious how badly her Padawan wants this, wants HIM. If this were even a smidgen more reluctant than all out desire, he imagines that the Saber Master would have already gotten her Padawan out of here, and he might have even been in for some censure.

As it is, Zane sinks into Darra's cunt as Soara looks on.

The Jedi Master has an approving smile on face as he grabs hold of her Padawan by the hips and begins fucking her sopping wet pussy with all his might.

Darra is without a doubt absolutely drenched in her anticipation of this moment, and even claiming her virginity barely fazes her.

She's too busy moaning her heart out to care about such momentary pain.

Soon enough, she's too busy cumming her brains out as well. Her moans rapidly escalate into squeals and squeaks which in turn become screams of ecstasy.

She has quite the set of lungs on her, and while her Master's presence DOES give her pause initially, Zane isn't about to let her hide behind her embarrassment for long.

With a Saber Master to impress, he gives Darra all he has, fucking her hard and fast and then some, treating her roughly but not too roughly that he hurts her as he fucks her doggystyle right there in the midst of his and Aayla's quarters.

The entire time, Soara Antana is watching on with an approving smile on her face.

As focused as he is on Darra's pleasure, and with the strawberry blonde Padawan's pleasure-filled thoughts practically blaring in his mind, Zane doesn't catch much of what Soara is thinking in the meantime.

The more people there are, the harder it is for him to focus on their thoughts.

Still, he gets a general vibe of vague approval from the Jedi Master watching on, and though her hands never dip down to her body, perhaps to avoid showing weakness, he can tell from her thoughts that she's aroused.

By the time he finishes inside of Darra, Zane has to admit, he's exhausted.

Concentrating on fucking her while also giving Soara the best showing he can, while also keeping track of both of their thoughts... it's enough to tucker a young Padawan out, that's for sure.

Creampieing Darra right there on her hands and knees, he finds himself seeing her and her Master out soon after.

Once they're gone, Zane all but collapses backwards, his heart racing in his chest.

He felt like... he felt like he'd really come close to something truly dangerous there.

Not that he thought Master Antana would force him to do anything he didn't want to do; the Jedi weren't like that.

But he HAD set a precedent with his little fib regarding a wager between him and Darra. He'd initially only lied about that to try and give the Jedi Master a way to save face, expecting her to be just as slutty as his own Master, or any of the Masters he'd already fucked.

Was it because she was human? But no, that didn't make sense, Darra was human, and she was just as lewd and slutty. And to be fair, Soara had a lewd side to her as well... she was just clearly more invested in making sure her partners were... well, capable.

Would he ever reach a point where he would be able to defeat her? Maybe he could at least reach a point where she might treat him as an equal, rather than her bitch.

... No, he didn't get that impression from her.

For the Saber Master, it was all a struggle in the end, including sex.

She would only submit if he grew strong enough to face her in battle and not just face her but BEAT her.

Laying there on the floor, Zane stares up at the ceiling with a sigh for a bit. It's around that time that the door chimes and then hisses open, his Master walking in on him in the middle of his somewhat unconventional meditation.

"I'm back- A-Ah... Zane?"

Laying there on the floor, his cock currently out and standing straight up in the air, Zane turns his head to look his Master in the eye.

Oooh, I've missed him~

Without him having to say a word, Aayla drops to her knees and crawls across the floor to him, descending upon his cock with a gusto that causes him to groan in pleasure as he reaches down and casually grabs hold of one of her lekku, tugging it so she goes even further down his cock.

At least some things never changed...

-x-X-x-

Needless to say, Master Soara left quite the impression on young Zane.

In the ensuing months after his encounter with her, he threw himself into his saber studies in particular with a single-minded ferocity that both impressed and aroused his Twi'lek teacher.

Aayla Secura loved nothing more than to see him growing as a Jedi, even if he was growing as a duelist more than anything else.

That wasn't to say he ignored everything else in favor of becoming better with a lightsaber, however.

As much as Soara's challenge might have... invigorated him in that direction, Zane still remembered what he'd told Aayla, about wanting to be more of a Sentinel then a Guardian or Consular.

For all that those three specific paths had fallen somewhat out of the modern Order's teachings, he knew for a fact that Saber Master Soara would have fallen under the title of Jedi Guardian if it were still in use.

And that wasn't a bad thing by any stretch of the imagination, but Zane wanted to be a bit more well-rounded then that.

So, even as he put a lot of his attention into honing his saber skills, rapidly approaching the point where he could defeat his Master, a fully trained Jedi Knight, about one in ten bouts.

This in and of itself was astounding, Zane knew as much from listening to Aayla's thoughts. But then, that was just it, wasn't it?

His ability to read his opponents' minds as he did being a genetic mutation instead of a Force Power gives him an undeniable advantage over anyone.

The reason he didn't beat Aayla ten out of ten times was because he simply wasn't fast enough yet.

Once she got serious, which she usually did about an hour into their spars, Aayla's thoughts and movements became intwined, and she began moving faster than he could possibly keep track of.

The times he beat her had more to do with him getting lucky early and using her own thoughts against her then anything else.

But a lot of the time, her defense was too solid and her speed too overwhelming.

Still, he WAS getting better. Not nearly good enough to impress Saber Master Soara yet he didn't think, let alone handing her a defeat and then getting to tap that tight ass... but maybe one day.

No, not maybe, he would achieve his goals one day. He would bed Soara Antana.

In the meantime, time went by and eventually, it was decided that he and Knight Secura were ready for their first bonafide mission together.

And as it turned out, it was a rescue mission.

Apparently, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi had managed to lose his apprentice to a slaver of all things, one that was backed up by a traitor to the Jedi Order.

Everyone knew all about Kenobi's apprentice.

Annie Skywalker was... well, the whispers said that she was the Chosen One. And from what Zane knew, they might not be wrong.

After all, how else did you explain such a massive break in Jedi Traditions? The former slave was nine years old when she showed up at the Jedi Temple.

It was unheard of that a child so old would be trained and having her slotted into some of their classes but not all of them hadn't helped the gossip and rumor mill much whatsoever.

The fact that she came to the Temple with a Master already picked out as well... it was all just very odd.

Zane still didn't know all the specifics, and it probably wasn't his place to know them.

But then, it probably wasn't his place to know all the specifics of this mission he and his Master were going to be backing Kenobi up on either.

And yet, by the time all was said and done and they were on a ship, heading out, Zane was pretty sure he knew more than Aayla herself, all thanks to his power.

From Aayla's mind, he learned some of the details that he wasn't actually supposed to know at his rank.

Like the fact that Siri Tachi, a former Jedi Padawan, had apparently been implanted in this slave-raider Krayn's organization many years earlier in a bid to take him down from the inside.

She and her former Master, Adi Gallia (and wasn't that interesting) had had a public falling out shortly after the Battle of Naboo apparently, and that had led to Siri leaving the Order behind, supposedly.

That wasn't true, of course.

She was under orders and it was all part of an undercover mission that Siri had agreed to take part in.

Pretending to 'rebel' against the Jedi Order and 'fall to the Dark Side', Siri Tachi had gone on to join Krayn's band of raiders under the name 'Zora'.

Needless to say, Obi-Wan hadn't known any of this... and had thus been completely blindsided when he and his captured apprentice had run into 'Zora' on their way out of a confrontation with Krayn.

That run in had resulted in Annie captured and Kenobi running back to the Temple with his tail between his legs, down one Chosen One.

All that considered, Zane could understand why the Council felt the need to send some back up with Knight Kenobi on the rescue mission.

However, that was just what he learned from Aayla. From Kenobi's thoughts, Zane learned even more personal details about the mission.

Like the fact that, after seeing what Krayn and his raiders were doing, after encountering the slaves that the monstrous alien traded in, Annie Skywalker had tried to stand her ground and put her foot down, had tried to get her Master to stay with her and help free the slaves.

Kenobi had ultimately convinced his padawan to return with him after making it a direct order, but the intervening argument had cost them time... precious time that had ultimately resulted in the forced confrontation between them and 'Zora', leading to Annie's capture.

It was interesting, getting a look behind the man that was Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Around the Temple, the young Knight was commonly known as the Sith-Killer, given he was the only Jedi said to have slain a Sith in centuries.

Apparently, Dark Jedi didn't count, but the creature that Kenobi and his Master Qui-Gon Jinn had fought in the reactor beneath Naboo qualified.

With a reputation as fearsome as all that, Zane hadn't known what to expect from the Jedi Knight.

Now he knew better though... Kenobi was very clearly in over his head.

The poor man was barely treading water, barely keeping himself from drowning. He was full of uncertainty, not sure whether to blame himself or Annie for her own capture, not sure how to go about training her, not sure of... well, just about anything concerning her.

They had a tumultuous relationship to say the least, but it wasn't like it was Zane's place to get in the middle of all that.

Instead, he would keep his head down and focus on the task at hand... after all, it was his first ever mission.

"It's time for you to pay for your crimes, Krayn. You die here and now. At the hands of a girl."

As he stands there beside his fellow Padawan, Zane has only a moment to contemplate how they'd gotten here, the two of them, the Jedi Learners, facing off against the big bad evil slaver.

As Krayn snarls and glares at them with his four red eyes, Zane unclips his lightsaber from his belt and lights it with a snap-hiss, drawing Annie Skywalker's attention. She smiles softly at him and gives a simple nod in his direction.

"And a boy."

Zane just smiles back, knowing better than to show dissension in the ranks in front of an enemy. Still, he did have some... let's call them mild concerns about everything that was going on here.

It'd started with them infiltrating Krayn's slaving operation via the space station Rorak Five alongside Kenobi, posing as inspectors as it were.

Shortly after, they'd ended up fighting off a massive Wookiee, apparently the bodyguard of Krayn. Knight Kenobi had been the one to slay him, while it turned out those they were there to free had already begun their own escape.

By the time Zane, his Master, and Knight Kenobi had arrived on scene, Skywalker and Tachi had already managed to free themselves with the help of a Twi'lek slave named Mazie and her daughter Berri.

They'd then began fomenting a rebellion among Krayn's slaves, causing a complete breakdown in the T'surr alien's entire operation.

Unfortunately, all of the actual Jedi Knights, as well as the infiltrator Jedi Padawan, were nowhere to be found when Annie finally saw her chance to confront Krayn directly.

And so, while Aayla, Kenobi, and Tachi were all off helping make sure this slave rebellion was a success and not put down as easily as most others, Zane found that it was he and Annie who were facing off against Krayn to keep the monstrous slaver from escaping Nar Shaddaa altogether as his entire power structure crumbled around him.

"You filthy Jedi! I would have made quite the pile of credits if I'd managed to sell your virginity! Heh, perhaps after I take you two down, I still can. What's worth more than one Jedi Padawan? Two, of course!"

With a cry of rage that echoes not just across the platform but also through the Force itself, Annie leaps forward, the former slave clearly taking distinct umbrage with Krayn's words.

Given the way the T'surr grins a wicked, toothy grin in response to this, that brash recklessness was exactly what he wanted from Annie.

Unfortunately for him, Zane was there to back up his fellow Padawan.

Even as the potential Chosen One closes the distance and lunges towards Krayn, the massive hulking blue alien is pulling up his blaster to shoot her while she's recklessly lowering her guard and going full offense.

Except Zane is there by Annie's side, the last several months of saber training giving him incredibly fast reflexes as he cuts the T'surr slaver's hand from his body, sending the blaster spinning.

In the next moment, Annie's blade pierces through Krayn's chest, impaling him even as her eyes go slightly wide at the sight of his hand and blaster flying off into the distance.

Krayn chokes on the blade of plasma that's just finished annihilating several choice parts of his major organs, and as Annie deactivates her saber, the hulking alien slaver falls to his knees, already dead before he even hits the ground.

In the next moment, Zane's Master arrives on the platform along with Kenobi and Tachi. Aayla looks worried for Zane, while Kenobi looks stricken, for some reason.

Tachi, meanwhile, just looks relieved and nods in approval as Annie stares down at the dead slaver, breathing lowly.

As Zane shuts off his own lightsaber and turns to rejoin his Master, Annie's voice stops him, the female Padawan calling out.

"Hey. You're... um, Zane, right? Thanks for the save."

I think I remember him from the Initiate Classes. He never made fun of me or shunned me for being too old to be a Jedi, or for not being in every class because of my position as Obi-Wan's Padawan. Plus... he's kind of cute, isn't he?

A blush spreads across her face at that last part and she smiles rather shyly for a girl who just killed someone before ducking her head and averting her gaze.

Zane is honestly a little surprised she remembers him. But apparently he was 'cute'. Chuckling, Zane just shakes his head.

"No worries... happy to help."

And then he moves to his Master's side, letting Aayla fuss over him a little bit as Kenobi moved forward and spoke with Annie in a low tone that left the girl's face going blank and emotionless as she nodded along robotically to what her Master was saying.

Zane could have 'listened in', but honestly, he was more interested in what Tachi was thinking as she looked at him appraisingly while she thought he was distracted by his Master.

That was interesting. The boy moved even faster than Skywalker. He seems quite motivated with his training... I wonder what his other saber might be like. It's been far too long since I got any worthwhile.

Huh... Siri Tachi WAS the padawan of Adi Gallia before she pretended to leave the Order, wasn't she? Interesting...

Shortly after the successful slave uprising and the destruction of Krayn's 'pirate empire', a special delegation from the Galactic Senate arrived on Nar Shaddaa to congratulate them all on the part they played.

But honestly, Zane was more interested in the Twi'lek Mother and Daughter who stopped by to thank Annie for finally putting an end to their tormentor.

When Annie sheepishly tried to foist off some of the credit onto him, Zane found himself getting appreciative looks from both Mazie AND Berri and knew that he could definitely make something happen there... if he wanted to.

The only thing was, did he want to? Frankly, Zane saw multiple options directly in front of him in the wake of their successful mission.

They had yet to leave Nar Shaddaa, so he could indeed see just how appreciative the mother-daughter pair of gorgeous Twi'leks were feeling. He knew from experience how much fun a Twi'lek could be, let alone a pair of them.

Or... he could tug on the thread of connection that now seemed to exist between him and Annie Skywalker. He just wasn't sure if he wanted to risk the ire of her Master, Knight Kenobi.

The man seemed like such the consummate Jedi Knight at first glance, but thanks to Zane's unique perspective he knew that deep down, Kenobi was a bundle of insecurities and trauma.

A third option had presented itself in the form of Siri Tachi. The former Jedi Padawan would likely be Knighted for her role in all of this once they got back to Coruscant, but for now he and she were technically the same rank.

He could see if she was as flexible in more ways than one as her former Master was when he'd had his fun with Adi Gallia and Stass Allie.

All three options had their pros and cons.

The clearest was that Mazie and Berri were a limited time offer, and by all accounts Skywalker and Tachi should be more than available for fun back at the Jedi Temple, presumably.

But still, he had to make a choice soon, before they were scheduled to leave Nar Shaddaa behind and get back to the Council to give their reports...

-x-X-x-

In the end, his decision is based on some simple truths.

One, he didn't know how much longer they would be on Nar Shaddaa.

Two, Obi-Wan Kenobi was a paranoid man who seemed to be keeping a close eye on his apprentice ever since she and Zane defeated and killed Krayn, making it hard for Zane to get a moment alone with Annie.

And three, Siri Tachi would likely still be interested in him, if she even was truly interested, back at the Temple.

It wasn't like Zane hadn't gotten plenty of Jedi puss in those 'hallowed' halls already, after all...

Meanwhile, Mazie and Berri were a limited time opportunity.

The moment that he and Aayla left Nar Shaddaa behind with Obi-Wan and Annie, it was entirely possible Zane would never see the two Twi'leks again.

That all said, it made sense to... check up on them, which is how Zane found himself outside of the door of their brand new humble abode, knocking politely and waiting for an answer.

His own Master knew exactly where he was, of course. Unlike Kenobi, Aayla wasn't nearly so overbearing.

She was perfectly willing to let him go out on his own to check up on two of the freed slaves they'd helped.

Zane had the suspicion that if Annie had asked HER Master to do such a thing, Obi-Wan might very well have said no.

But of course, he didn't know for sure.

The door to the domicile opens up a moment later and just inside is Berri, the Twi'lek daughter.

She's a little older than him to be sure, and very beautiful, on the cusp of true womanhood as her face brightens up the moment she recognizes who's at the door.

"A-Ah, you're the one who helped Annie defeat Krayn, yes?"

He's very handsome, so much more handsome then those who were offering to buy my virginity from my Master... no, n-not my Master anymore. I'm free now, Mother says I have to remember that! Ah, but then, does that not mean I can't give it up freely to this handsome Jedi?

Smiling politely, Zane inclines his head.

"I am. I wanted to check on you and your mother."

"Berri? Who's at the door?"

The older Twi'lek woman, Berri's mother Mazie calls out from further within the small home, likely from the kitchen.

Giving him a smile and stepping back to allow him to enter, Berri calls back to her mother at the same time.

"One of the Jedi have come to check up on us, Mother! The young male that helped Annie end Krayn once and for all!"

There's a clatter from the kitchen, and then Mazie is in the hallway, her own eyes lighting up with excitement, a smile on her face.

"Ah, young Master Jedi! I was hoping we would get the chance to see you again! Only... Annie isn't with you?"

The Twi'lek MILF pouts, but even as she does so, her thoughts give away her true feelings.

I don't mind that Annie hasn't come along as well. It will give Berri and I the opportunity to thank this handsome young stud... appropriately.

Was Zane surprised that Mazie and Berri were turning out to be quite... slutty?

Not in the slightest, truth be told.

He was well used to it from Twi'leks at this point, especially given just who his Master was.

Aayla Secura dropped the façade of a calm and composed Jedi Knight at the drop of a hat to become his horny little Twi'lek slut.

Still, he wasn't just going to call the two of them out on it. Smiling right back, Zane shakes his head apologetically.

"Unfortunately not. Annie is currently undergoing... remedial training with her Master. We Jedi aren't supposed to be so quick to kill... and unfortunately, my word on the need for Krayn's death wasn't good enough to sway Master Kenobi, I suppose."

Both Mazie and Berri frown at that, their thoughts turning distinctly negative and hate-filled as they think about Krayn and all the monstrous alien did to them both.

Neither Twi'lek quite understands Kenobi's point of view on the sanctity of life, especially when that life is slaving scum.

Frankly, Zane privately agreed with them. Krayn did need to die, and he didn't feel darker for having helped end the monster.

The Force didn't feel any less bright on his fingertips.

Regardless, Mazie drops her frown the quickest and clasps her hands together as she beams.

"Well then, why don't you at least join us for dinner. It would be our honor to have a Master Jedi sit at our table with us."

Berri beams and happily nods in agreement, while Zane inclines his head.

"I would be happy to, though you don't need to keep calling me that. I am far from becoming a Jedi Knight, let alone a Jedi Master. I'm only a Padawan... so please, call me Zane if that's alright."

Eyes twinkling, Mazie lets out a giggle that belies her age just a bit.

"Oh, well, only if you address us by our names as well!"

Chuckling, Zane inclines his head again, first to her, and then to Berri who lets out her own girlish giggle in response.

"Of course, Mazie... Berri."

He's swiftly led deeper into their humble home. As small as the space is, it's very clearly loved by both of the freed slaves, and soon enough all three of them are seated at the dining table, plates of steaming hot food made by Mazie sat in front of them all.

"This looks amazing, Mazie. Thank you very much for cooking it for me."

And he's telling the truth too. It does look good, better at least then the Temple's standard, somewhat bland fare.

Mazie gives him a flirtatious smile and reaches over, placing her hand atop his and then trailing her fingers back over his fingers.

"It's the least I could do, Zane. Without you and Annie, Krayn would still own my daughter and me. Instead, thanks to you, we're both free."

Zane just smiles and nods. Not only can he hear them both blasting out loud and clear how much they want to jump him, but he's also pretty sure he can smell their arousal in the air at this point.

Or maybe that's just the good food.

Either way, the three of them dig in and Zane revels in the homecooked meal. This right here might just be the best part of an away mission; the young secluded Jedi Padawan decides... if not for the next bit.

Moms going to end up sending me to my room and hogging him all to herself if I don't do something! I know exactly what to do...

"Oops! I dropped my spoon!"

And with that, at the other end of the small table opposite from Zane, Berri places her hands on her cheeks in exaggerated exasperation... and promptly drops down out of her chair and onto the floor.

Mazie spares her a glance and when she looks at him, it's with a knowing smile.

It certainly took her long enough to make the first move.

A moment later, Zane feels hands on his crotch.

Dexterous but clearly inexperienced, they nevertheless make short work of his pants, opening them up and slipping inside to take out his cock.

Zane lets out a soft grunt as Berri begins to stroke him up and down with her soft palms and slender fingers. Meanwhile, with a knowing grin on her face, Mazie gives him a wink and licks her lips salaciously.

"Oh my. Are you alright, Zane? Here, allow me to help you."

And with that, Mazie leans over the table and takes up his utensil, beginning to feed him from his own plate as she also gives him a SUBTANTIAL view down the front of her top, effectively showing off her gorgeous pale blue breasts to him.

Both she and Berri are absolutely gorgeous Twi'lek specimens. To have the mother-daughter working together like this... it's enough to nearly make Zane cum.

Nearly, but not quite.

He holds himself back in more ways than one. What he wants to do, more than anything, is reach under the table and grab hold of Berri's lekku, using them to face fuck her roughly right then and there.

Or maybe even grab Mazie by her lekku and drag her in for a kiss.

For the time being at least, he refrains, letting Mazie feed him by hand, eating what she offers him as her unaware daughter sucks him off with reckless wild abandon, slurping away at his cock eagerly and with great pleasure and enthusiasm.

Finally, unable to hold it back any longer, Zane cums.

As inexperienced and unprepared as she is, Berri lets out a soft yelp beneath the table, pulling back as his seed fountains out of his cock and at first hits the back of her throat.

Then, he's cumming all over her face and tits no doubt, unless she bypassed out of the way in time. Somehow, Zane doubts that.

Mazie, meanwhile, smiles wickedly, the gorgeous Twi'lek MILF humming as she finally puts down his utensil.

She's effectively helped him clean his plate by feeding him while her daughter sucked him off. Now, the more mature Twi'lek sniffs.

"You know, Berri's been searching for that spoon for quite a long time. I'll go help her."

And with that, the other Twi'lek drops down to her knees and crawls under the table as well. Zane would have to be absolutely deaf not to hear Berri's indignant squawk as her mother suddenly shows up in the tight space in front of him, but it's quickly overtaken by the sounds of licking and slurping as Mazie grabs her daughter in some way and drags her in to begin cleaning her face with her tongue from the sound of things.

Then, a much more experienced and well-versed hand suddenly falls upon his cock and begins to stroke it up and down.

Soon enough, Zane is once again gripping at the edge of the table as he grits his teeth, trying to contain his groans.

Mazie is much better with her hand than her daughter, and even better than her daughter's mouth, perhaps. She knows exactly how to play with his cock using her hand, rubbing her thumb over the glans and stroking him up and down as he quickly gets hard all over again.

And then, a pair of tongues land upon his dick and Zane has to toss his head back in pleasure as both mother and daughter work over his shaft with their mouths.

Mazie is clearly more experienced, and Berri can do nothing but follow her mother's lead. Both of them feel quite good though, even as they clean up the leftover mess from Berri's first enthusiastic blowjob.

Finally, Mazie descends down his cock as well, the more experienced of the two having a go at sucking him off just as her daughter did before her.

She bobs up and down on his shaft, and there's no denying that Berri has a lot to learn, because her mother is giving her a hands-on lesson, while also showing him what an experienced MILF can really do with her mouth... and with her hands.

Where Berri had dropped her hands into her lap once she had him in her mouth, and just relied on her energetic bobbing to suck his cock, Mazie does things differently.

The Twi'lek MILF swallows his member while also fondling his balls and stroking the lower half of his shaft. She works him over like a professional, and it's not long before Zane is cumming in her mouth.

Unlike her daughter, Mazie doesn't have to draw back. She's half-expecting it and begins swallowing the moment his seed hits the back of her throat.

Drinking down his cum like it's nobody's business, she swallows and swallows until it's over and he's finished. Only then does she pull off of his cock with a pop.

As Zane rests there in the chair, feeling a little light-headed, both Berri and Mazie come out from under the table.

Funnily enough, neither of the Twi'leks are wearing their tops anymore.

Instead, their breasts are on full display, from Mazie's full MILF milk jugs to Berri's smaller, suppler tits. They stand there, both of them looking at him almost hopefully. Able to tell what they want; Zane gives them a pleased smile.

"That was... wow."

It does the trick, making both of them perk up... and in more ways than one given their current state of undress. Lustfully and sensually, Mazie leans forward.

"It was the least that we could do for our savior, young Jedi. And... if we can do more, please just let us know. How would you have us? My daughter and I are at your disposal."

It's odd knowing from their thoughts that they really don't have a preference.

They want him to fuck them, yes... but they don't care how he does it. Which means it really is up to Zane. How is he going to go about this? Harsh and domineering? Considerate but still rough? Or perhaps completely gentle and slow as he makes love to them both at the same time?

He could always end this here, but why would he do that?

-x-X-x-

If he were my Master, I don't think I would have minded being a slave quite so much...

The funny thing is, with them both staring at him with lust in their eyes, biting at their lower lips expectantly, Zane... honestly doesn't know which of the mother-daughter duo even had that thought.

In the end, that broadcast, as well as his previous interactions with Aayla, are what ultimately informs Zane's decision.

Stepping forward, the young man wastes no time in reaching up and grabbing a lekku on each of the two Twi'leks' heads.

Both Mazie and Berri gasp at the sudden rough treatment, even as he pulls them in, kissing first the mother and then the daughter.

They all but melt into his touch, their lekku so very sensitive and the two so very eager to please him and be pleased by him.

With that in mind, Zane has to decide who he's going to fuck first... and honestly, as cute as Berri is, he's developed something of a thing for older women.

Mazie is the oldest Twi'lek female he's ever had, with Aayla comfortably holding a spot somewhere between the mother-daughter pair in age.

With that in mind, Zane lets go of Berri's lekku after a moment and pins the younger Twi'lek with a sharp gaze.

"Prepare yourself for me."

He doesn't necessarily intend to push any of the Force into his words, but in the midst of his lust and desire, he might have done so anyways.

Not that it was really necessary, Berri didn't need all that much more encouragement.

Blushing profusely, but nodding her head energetically, the younger of the two Twi'lek steps back and leans against the edge of the dining table, working off her lower garments just as she'd somehow lost her upper.

Zane watches her work just long enough to see what she looks like completely naked.

As she watches him watch her, Berri begins to play with herself, one hand going to a breast and the other down between her legs. She toys with one of her nipples while teasing her clit, rubbing away at her mound.

As she begins to moan, Zane finds himself a little entranced.

Of course, Mazie isn't one for being neglected or ignored, because when he spends a little too long staring at her daughter, the MILF of a Twi'lek presses her matured body up against his side, and with one gentle hand, turns his head so that he's looking at her.

She's the one who initiates the kiss this time, hungrily and needily, her tongue working its way into her mouth and wrestling with his.

Come, young one. Let me show you how to please a woman. It's the least I can do for all you've done for me and my daughter.

Zane can appreciate the initiative, but if she thinks that she has to lead him just because of the difference in their ages, then he has a misconception to correct.

Zane might be young, but he's matured in leaps and bounds thanks to the inner thoughts his mutation allows him to pick up.

Retaking his grip on Mazie's lekku, Zane tugs and forces her head to the side, causing the MILF's knees to buckle as she gasps into his mouth.

His other hand comes up to one of her breasts and begins to expertly fondle it, toying with her tit, playing with her nipple as she begins to moan into his lips, shuddering under his technique.

He pushes the Force into her as Luminara Unduli showed him once upon a time, a skill that he has NOT let fall to the wayside.

Mazie might not be in need of any healing, but the Twi'lek MILF can certainly enjoy the additional side effects of such a Force Technique, and her moans grow louder and more wanton by the moment as he tongue-fucks her mouth and fondles her tits.

Finally, he disengages from her chest and slides his hand lower, right down the front of her pants.

Somewhat roughly, he drives his fingers up into her cunt, finding the mother of the pair to be quite wet for him already, her alien quim positively drooling with need.

She wants this quite badly, it would seem... and to be fair, so does Zane.

Desperate for something to do with her hands, Mazie eventually finds his cock and grips it, stroking it up and down as Zane plays with her mature body.

The gorgeous, voluptuous MILF of a Twi'lek certainly knows what she's doing, both with her mouth and with her hands. Still, eventually Zane wants something a bit... more.

Pulling back his lips, he looks Mazie in her glazed, lust-filled eyes even as he tugs her head back by her lekku, somewhat rough, but knowing that she's loving every last moment of it.

"You're ready for me to fuck you, aren't you? Assume the position."

He isn't biting or sharp with his orders, he's not trying to... awaken bad memories.

But it's clear that his domineering personality is doing wonders for both Twi'leks. Not only does Mazie shiver in abject delight before nodding enthusiastically, but Zane can also feel Berri's arousal through the Force and can see just how wet she is by glancing over at her to see she has three fingers buried in her twat at this point.

Stepping away from him, Mazie hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slides them down her legs along with her panties.

Now completely naked, the Twi'lek MILF sinks to the floor, where she spins around and leans forward on all fours. Zane cocks his head to the side, not exactly... unappreciative of the position, but wondering if she knew there were other options.

Well, no matter, if this was what she jumped to with 'Assume the position', Zane could certainly work with it.

Stepping up behind her as she waves her gorgeous, fat derriere in the air for him most enticingly, Zane reaches out and grabs hold.

Mazie moans in response, the Twi'lek MILF looking back at him with hooded eyes as she licks her lips in anticipation and pure excitement.

Not even having to kneel down, Zane merely crouches and then guides his throbbing cock up into her from below.

His dick tip touches her gushing cunt lips, and then a moment later he's inside of her, thrusting forward with a loud groan, finding it hard to resist her.

Mazie groans right back, moaning up a storm and tossing her head back as he penetrates her deeply and thoroughly.

The Twi'lek MILF's insides are fairly tight and quite wet, and she clenches down around him as he fucks her, as he pounds her into the shape of his dick.

It's not long before Mazie cries out in her first orgasm, and Zane, spurred on by not just his desires but also hers and Berri's, finds himself redoubling his pace.

Reaching out, he takes hold of both of Mazie's lekku and pulls back, causing her spine to arch beautifully as she lets out another cry and cums a second time, right on the spot.

As ever, the lekku are a massive erogenous zone for the Twi'lek species, and it's clear that Mazie is no different in this regard.

Her eyes roll back in her skull and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as Zane fucks into the gorgeous MILF from behind. She adopts the expression of a well-trained whore, or perhaps just a massive slut who's unused to having her pleasure amplified by the Force.

All the while, Berri is watching on, Mazie's daughter staring at her mother's stupid expression, watching her mother's tits and ass and hips jiggle and bounce with every thrust Zane makes into her from behind.

She watches and she touches herself to the sight, until there's a small puddle of juices on the floor between her feet, her nipples fully erect and her body clearly ready and primed for action.

Seeing this, Zane can't help but finish up with Mazie. He'd been holding back in order to make sure she got her fair share of pleasure, but there comes a point where he has to consider when Berri's turn will come.

After making the mother cum more times than he could keep track of upon his cock, Zane thrusts in one final time and fills her with his seed.

Pumping a hot thick load of cum into Mazie doesn't take too much out of him... so when he's finally done, he pulls out and straightens up, smiling as he gestures Berri forward.

Yes! Finally, it's my turn! Knock me up next, Master Jedi! Breed me and mom together so we have something to remember you by~

Zane freezes up at that thought, even as Berri prances over.

Luckily, the Twi'lek doesn't notice his moment of indecision, as she's too busy studying her mother's gushing wet quim and the sheer amount of seed coming out of it.

Shit, he really hadn't even thought about that. In the heat of the moment, he'd just... let it happen.

Now though, now that it had been brought to his attention, how could he seriously risk it again? Although at the same time... how could he not?

To avoid Berri realizing anything is wrong, Zane gives her a smile when she looks towards him expectantly, and pulls her in for a deep, passionate, tongue-filled kiss.

The younger Twi'lek is primed and ready to go, and very, very eager for what she thinks will be a breeding. Honestly, Zane isn't against the idea... and who is he to deny the mother-daughter duo a parting gift?

Berri is definitely a little surprised when Zane suddenly lifts her up by her hips and sits her down on her mother's backside as if Mazie's ass is a stool though.

Still, she grins at him impishly and splays her legs nice and wide for him, and Zane, without missing a beat, takes the chance to drive into her, deep and fast.

He's not expecting her to be a virgin, or he might have gone a bit slower.

A soft cry leaves her lips as he takes her virginity, but the pain is visibly overshadowed by the pleasure on her face as Berri's unbelievably tight pussy grips at his cock, much tighter than her beautiful voluptuous mother had been.

At her age, which was his age, Zane would have expected Berri to have lost her virginity by now, likely in a way that she neither asked for nor consented to.

And yet, the fact that she had not in her circumstances spoke volumes to what her mother must have had to sacrifice to bring her daughter to this point.

The things Mazie must have done in order to protect Berri for this long, to see her daughter free and able to choose who to give her first time to... it was more than a little humbling.

Zane starts off a little slow as a result of the honor he now realizes he's been bestowed with. But of course, Berri wants exactly what her mother got.

After a few moments of letting him set the pace, the younger Twi'lek whines and wraps her long gangly limbs around him, pulling him deeper into her incredibly tight cunt.

With a grunt, Zane chuckles and, having gotten the message loud and clear, begins to properly fuck Berri atop her still-recovering mother's body.

As she sits with her smaller ass perched on her mother's fat derriere, he drives into her, pounding the younger Twi'lek harder and faster by the moment.

Her growing moans and wanton cries make it clear that it's exactly what she wants, and soon enough she's orgasming around his cock, just like her mother.

... In the end, Zane creampies her just like he did her mother as well. He fucks her until he fills her, pumping a hot, thick load of his seed into her womb before pulling out.

He doesn't miss the way Berri places a hand over her abdomen once he's done, a lazy smile on her face as she slips off of her mother's back to lay on the ground beside her.

The two Twi'leks look quite... well-fucked to say the least.

But Zane isn't some beast, to savage and ravish them, and then leave them on the floor of their new domicile to recover and pick themselves up on their own.

Lifting the two in his arms as well as the Force, he takes them to their bed.

As expected, there's only one, the small domicile free but therefore somewhat lacking.

Unfortunately, Zane is a Jedi and has no credits to give them, even if he wanted to.

Hopefully, the hardship of two more children would not be too much... hopefully, they would be as happy with his parting gift when they awoke as they were during the act of creating it.

Tucking them both in, Zane sighs and smiles softly down at the two Twi'leks he's fucked into a stupor... then, he heads out, being sure to lock the door behind him as he makes his way back to his Master.

-x-X-x-

As expected, they don't spend nearly enough time on Nar Shaddaa for Zane to pursue something with either Annie Skywalker or Siri Tachi.

As they make their way back to Coruscant, Zane is left pleased with his choice to explore some fun with Mazie and Berri. He just hopes that the mother-daughter duo do alright in their new lives as freed women.

Meanwhile, Zane finds himself back at the Temple, and for the time being, he once again falls into a pattern of training.

His skills with a lightsaber continue to improve, though he also makes time for the Force as well as more technical things like Computers and Engineering.

Aayla doesn't know all the things he wants to learn, but they ARE in the Jedi Temple, one of the greatest repositories of knowledge in the known universe.

Honestly, Zane is lucky to have Aayla Secura as his Master. As the Twi'lek Knight's first Padawan, he's able to get her to let him experiment in a lot of ways. As a young Jedi Knight, as well as... somewhat subservient to him in sexual matters, their relationship is closer to that of equals rather than Teacher and Student.

And for Zane, that works quite well, because he doesn't need a strict lesson plan, he doesn't need a Master who tells him exactly what to do and when to do it. He can tell that he's making leaps and bounds with his current Master and his current way of learning.

Of course, in terms of... well, extracurricular activities, Zane always had Aayla to help him out.

Unfortunately, Annie was already out again on another mission. Despite being a young Knight just like Aayla, Obi-Wan Kenobi seemed to be exactly opposite to Zane's Master. The man was obsessed with being the best Master he could be, and while that was laudable, Zane did worry that his fellow Padawan was being smothered.

Still, he had other options. Siri Tachi was back at the Temple and had been given the rank of Jedi Knight for her successful undercover mission.

Zane could approach her and see what she was up to.

Alternatively, he could check in on one of the Masters that he'd ultimately decided not to take up on their offer, such as Luminara Unduli or Adi Gallia.

Probably best not to approach Shaak Ti, if only because the Council Member seemed threatened by him. Or perhaps that was reason enough to approach her.

Needless to say, Zane had options. He was continuing his training as a Jedi and growing in a great number of skills and powers. But all work and no play makes for a dull Jedi, now doesn't it?

-x-X-x-

The thing about hunting a Jedi Master was, if they didn't want to be found, you were probably shit out of luck. Especially if you were trying to hunt them within the Jedi Temple that they'd spent all their life in. Now, Zane wasn't much of a hunter in the first place. He'd never had to be. To stretch this metaphor to it's absolute limits, all of his 'prey' tended to come to him.

Still, the young Padawan would be a fool not to recognize that Jedi Master Shaak Ti was avoiding him at all costs. The Togruta woman seemingly wanted nothing to do with him. And given she was a member of the Jedi High Council, well, Zane should probably have been willing to just live and let live. Only... all she'd done so far was avoid him.

If he'd truly managed to gain the enmity of the Togruta Master, wouldn't he be able to feel it more acutely? Shaak Ti was perfectly placed to make his life a living hell if she so chose... or even worse, ending his career as a Jedi in it's entirety. She was a High Council member, and while such pettiness might be frowned upon, if she were truly upset by their singular interaction, she would have sought his expulsion from the Jedi Order. Certainly, she wouldn't have let him be taken as a Padawan... right?

Of course, there was apparently a conversation between Shaak Ti and Adi Gallia that had resulted in the Togruta woman losing quite a lot of face before the rest of the Council. But Zane wouldn't have expected that to stop her. He would have thought she'd do more, if she thought she could get away with it.

Instead, she'd merely done everything in her power to avoid him. Zane wanted to know why. Or rather, he suspected that he did know why, and truth be told, he wanted to confirm his suspicions. He wanted to find out if Shaak Ti had a decent reason for rejecting him, or if it was exactly how he thought it was.

Alas, that brought one back to the singular issue of Shaak Ti doing everything in her power to avoid him. He couldn't get any one-on-one time with the Jedi Master. She rejected all communications, not even bothering to look over his requests for further personal training in the ways of the Force before discarding them out of turn. None of his missives had made a lick of a difference, not even when Zane had tried to act as humble and contrite as possible in his writings.

A one-on-one meeting was right out... and yet, even then, even as a lowly Padawan, Zane had options. Options that only his special nature allowed him. If Shaak Ti truly wished to escape him, she should have taken a Padawan and immediately left on some extended mission. As an unattached Master at the Jedi Temple, even one on the High Council... she still had to regularly direct classes, like all of the other unattached Jedi. Yoda, Zane had heard, preferred to spend much of his time with the younglings in the creches.

Shaak Ti, on the other hand, taught lessons to older Padawans... such as himself. Needless to say, Zane wasn't giving the Jedi Master any chance to dodge him this time. If he signed up too early, then she would either cancel the class or pawn it off onto another Knight or Master. Instead, Zane waited until the very last second, signing up for her class in the morning with nothing more than seconds to spare before registration closed up.

Needless to say, he went to sleep that night with a smile on his face... and Aayla's mouth wrapped around his cock.

-x-X-x-

What?! What is he doing here?!

Filing in at the start of the class with the rest of his fellow Padawans, Zane goes unnoticed until they're all seated and Shaak Ti begins to sweep her gaze back and forth across the room. It's telling that when she finally lays eyes upon him, the Togruta Master jolts for a moment, her nostrils flaring.

It would almost be imperceptible, and probably is to the rest of the Padawans thanks to her self-control, but Zane notices because he's also listening to her thoughts.

Her gaze doesn't linger on him long enough for him to give her a smile and a slight nod like he wants to, but Zane isn't too upset by that. After all, her mind lingers on him long after she looks away.

He signed up mere seconds before the deadline yesterday. Damn him, did he learn my sleep schedule for this? Like a predator, hunting down his prey... urgh!

Even as Shaak Ti gazes out at them all with an imperious gaze, her thoughts are already a tumult of emotions.

Addressing the class, she lets none of this show in her demeanor or her words, however.

"Welcome, Padawans. Today you will all be learning how to deepen and strengthen your connection with the Force. Pay attention, because I do not intend to repeat myself. There will be no time for distractions in this class."

Reasonable enough. Zane has to admit, he's actually pretty interested in what Shaak Ti has to teach, from what he can see of her intended lesson in her mind.

Of course, there's also the rest of what he can see in her mind.

Whatever I do, I cannot let him get me alone again. That big fat cock of his... even now I long to reach out with the Force and touch it. But if I do so, I will be lost once more to my own lust. Except... was my fear not based in taking him on as my Padawan? He can scarcely train me into his fuck toy if we do not spend too much time together...

Zane's head twitches as her thoughts turn amorous.

He resists the urge to grin, settling for a small smirk instead. It's as he thought. Shaak Ti doesn't hate him, she doesn't despise him for what he did to her.

Instead, it looks like the female Togruta is more worried about how much she liked it... how much she loved it.

Based on his relationship with Aayla, Shaak Ti was right in her thoughts all those months ago. If she had taken him on as her Padawan, perhaps she would have been able to rein him in a bit better than Aayla had.

But no, Zane suspected it would be the other way around. Sure, Knight Secura was an unrepentant slut, but she was actually pretty good at separating her duties from their bedroom play.

He might be Master of their quarters, but outside of those quarters, she was his Master and Zane respected that.

Somehow, he suspected Shaak Ti was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep that distinction in place. That she wouldn't be able to assert any sort of authority over him if she let him have his way with her again and again.

Mm, Master Ti truly was a massive slut wasn't she? For all that the Togruta seemed to be slightly repressed and ashamed of her own desires.

Submitting to an Initiate was clearly quite... degrading for her. She not only loved it but hated how much she loved it. Submitting to a Padawan probably wouldn't be any better... but as far as Zane was concerned, he only had one option.

He wasn't going to get any alone time with her... so he might as well make his intentions obvious in the middle of the class.

To be fair, it was a really good class. The young mind-reading Padawan almost felt guilty about what he did next... but not guilty enough to not do it.

As Shaak Ti explains to them all how to meditate, how to connect with the Force and draw upon it's power in a way that they've never done before, Zane reaches out... for Shaak Ti, instead.

Luckily, everyone else's eyes are closed in meditation as he grabs both of the Togruta Master's nipples and tugs on them with the Force. Caught off guard, Shaak Ti's gaze widens and snaps to him, only to find him smiling back at her guilelessly.

This could potentially get Zane in a lot of trouble, sure... but he was willing to take that risk based on what he'd seen so far. He suspected that she would, at worse, kick him out and leave rumors swirling about his sudden expulsion from the class, but not do anything else in order to spare herself the embarrassment.

He waits with bated breath for that to happen, but though Shaak Ti misses a word, she manages to regain her focus a moment later, continuing the lesson so well that none of the other Padawans even open their eyes, most of them likely missing the skip in her voice.

At the same time though, the Jedi Master's eyes remain focused on Zane's, the two of them engaging in a staring match that no one else knows about thanks to the nature of the lesson.

Oh... I really shouldn't be doing this...

He's half-wondering what 'this' means, before he feels it. That feather-like touch, except increasing by the moment, on his cock and balls.

Shaak Ti reciprocates his Force Touch with her own, reaching out and fondling him down between his legs as she continues to guide the class through the lesson.

While all of the other Padawans around him are trying to probe the hidden mysteries of the Force and broaden their connections to that cosmic, incomprehensible field that sustains all life across the galaxy... Zane is not.

Instead, he's probing the Jedi Master in front of him. Since he's using the Force, he doesn't have to restrict himself to two 'hands'.

Instead, he splits his attention, showing off a bit of how far along he's come since their last private session together in the process. His 'touch' plays along Shaak Ti's breasts, groping and squeezing them, causing them to deform and squish beneath her robes.

He also plays with her nipples at the same time, pinching and tugging them this way and that.

And finally, he directs some of his Force Touch down to betwixt Shaak Ti's thighs, returning the favor to the Jedi Master as she continues to fondle his growing shaft and churning balls.

F-Fuck he's gotten better at this. Taking such liberties with me... is A-Aayla not enough? No, I suppose not. I did try to warn them. I told them to give him a male Master. I can only imagine what he's done with poor Knight Secura. I bet she spends night after night pinned down, or perhaps between his legs...

It takes quite a bit of Zane's self-control not to cum as Shaak Ti unknowingly hits the nail right on the edge.

After all, Aayla HAD spent last night between his legs. His Twi'lek Master was such a good pet, she loved having him fondle her lekku as she sucked his cock under the blankets.

Fuck, Shaak Ti's imagination was running wild though. And every single fantasy and day dream she had about him and Aayla, it felt like she was transposing herself over his Master. Like she was replacing the Twi'lek Jedi Knight with herself.

Eventually, either because she can't take it anymore or because the lesson is actually over, Shaak Ti lets out a sharp breath and straightens up.

"That will be all for the day, Padawans. Take what I have shown you and build on it, either on your own or with your Masters. Class dismissed."

Standing up and gathering their things if they have any, the Padawans all file out of the room. All save for Zane, who remains seated right where he is. Shaak Ti doesn't ask him to leave either... if anything, as the last of his fellow Padawans exit the room and she locks the door with her mind, her attention to his body redoubles.

Zane continues to work on hers in response, and the two stare at each other. No longer having to put on an act, Shaak Ti is soon panting breathlessly, her nipples rock hard at this point beneath her robes, her pussy lips dripping betwixt her legs.

Zane is also sweating, just a bit. It's taking a lot of self control to keep from bucking his hips upwards as she uses the Force to stroke his cock.

It doesn't feel anything like a real pussy, neither warm nor wet, but it's certainly a tight enough pressure to be pleasurable, and her fondling of his churning balls is a testament to how fine her control is over the Force.

However, Zane can tell from her thoughts that the Jedi Master is trying to make him cum. She's desperate to 'win one' and believes if she can make him jizz his pants before she cums herself, then she'll have broken any hold she might think he has on her.

Now, Zane doesn't think he's anywhere near capable of enslaving a Jedi Master, not even one as slutty and eager to be defeated as Shaak Ti.

But he's certainly not going to lose to the Togruta woman either... and luckily, he has a trick up his sleeve that she may not be expecting. While his Force Touch is all over her body like this, Zane sees an opportunity to... fuse two lessons into one. What Master Unduli taught him... why not implement it here?

Reaching out, Zane pushes his presence into Shaak Ti, just like Luminara showed him. The Force 'Healing' hits all of her erogenous zones at once... not just her tits and her cunt, but also her montrals and lekku, with Zane targeting them as well as a last second thing.

The full-grown Togruta female buckles, her knees giving out on her as her eyes go absolutely wide, staring at him in abject shock.

Her thoughts go haywire, even her inner 'voice' completely incomprehensible as she drops to the floor, cumming explosively and spasming all over the place as a result.

OhSweetForceltsfllllhbbbbgggghhh!

Slowly, Zane rises from his chair. His cock is tenting his pants quite significantly by this point and throbbing hard with a serious need.

Maintaining eye contact with the kneeling Jedi Master, he steps forward and tugs his pants down, freeing his massive member from its confines.

Shaak Ti's eyes zero in on it immediately, and he can tell she wants this just as much as he does.

All that's left is to decide what form 'this' will take. Does he give her more of what set her against him in the first place, to try and force her to admit the 'truth' about herself that he perceives?

Or does he endeavor to show her that there can be a kindler, gentler side of him? That he's not as terrible of Jedi Material as she might think?

Alternatively... could leave her like this as punishment. Aayla would take care of his cock if he did so, and maybe... maybe it would act as a most poignant wake up call for the Jedi Master, that he was in more control of himself then SHE was.

-x-X-x-

Not for the first time, Zane steps forward and lays his cock on the upturned face of a kneeling Togruta Jedi Master.

Not for the first time, he lays his cock on the face of THIS particular Togruta Jedi Master. It's just as heady a feeling as it was previously, feeling Shaak Ti's hot breath across the underside of his throbbing member, looking down and seeing her eyes staring up at him from around the side of his thick shaft.

"Y-You little b-beast."

She musters a half-hearted glare up at him, but even without his special ability, Zane can tell that she doesn't truly mean it, or is at least conflicted.

WITH his mutation, he knows exactly what's running through Shaak Ti's mind at the moment.

I want it. IwantitIwantitIwantit! It's not fair that Knight Secura has gotten his cock all to herself! It's not fair that I'm the only one who seems to be trying to hold herself back! F-Fuck, I want it so damn bad!

Lifting his cock up with one hand, Zane brings it back down on Shaak Ti's trembling, quivering features with a meaty and hefty smack.

"There's nothing little about me, Master Ti. And besides... we both know how badly you want this."

Her composure is shattered. Her poise, nonexistent. Her eyes widen as he all but calls her out on her innermost thoughts, and said thoughts take on an edge of panic.

H-How does he know? How can he tell? My shields are as strong as ever, and far beyond what a Padawan should be capable of breaching! No... he's not reading my mind; he's reading my face. Am I truly so contemptible that he can see how badly I want this, written across my features?

Listening to her ponder whether he's reading her mind or not, listening to her justify how he can't possibly be doing so, Zane finds himself grinning savagely.

She's almost certainly right, a Jedi Master of her caliber, a High Council Member at that... there's no way that someone like him would be able to use the Force to read her thoughts. Not without her allowing it first.

But Zane didn't have to worry about that. Because he wasn't using the Force. Whatever his ability was, it wasn't a Force Technique, but a mental mutation of some sort.

With her so convinced that he can't read her mind, Zane decides to have a little fun with things, even as he drags his cock back and forth across her face, enjoying the way the grown Togruta woman whimpers as he rubs his dick back and forth aggressively.

"Yes, I can."

She freezes at that, and then shivers as she experiences a minor orgasm, right there on the spot. It would seem that Master Ti gets off to humiliation and embarrassment like this... and Zane isn't about to deny her these innermost desires of hers.

Letting out a low growl in the back of his throat, the young human padawan leans back and plants the bulbous head of his fat cock against her lips.

"You want this. I want this. So, open your mouth and suck my cock."

Her eyes flutter as she tries her best to muster some defiance.

But his bluff, that he's able to read her true feelings through her face instead of her mind, seems to have shattered what little composure she might have had left.

Any effort to present the controlled façade of a Jedi Master goes out the window for Shaak Ti as she goes cross-eyed just staring at his cock smooshed against her pillowy lips.

I need to put a stop to this. I shouldn't, f-fuck I really shouldn't... but by the Force I want to. I want to so badly.

She's hesitating. With a louder, lustful growl, Zane reaches out and grabs hold of her montrals, not missing the way her eyes roll back in her skull and her pillowy lips part in a wanton, throaty moan from his fondling of the erogenous zones that are her horns.

"Fine, I'll do it myself."

As he shoves forward, he's answered by a vocalized gurgle from Shaak Ti, as well as her nonvocalized thoughts on the matter.

Yesssss- Take control! Shove that big fat cock down my throat! I don't deserve a choice! Wreck me, Padawan! Use me to my heart's content!

Yeesh, Master Ti is undeniably messed up in the head, perhaps a little bit beyond that of the other female Jedi he's had sex with at this point.

But Zane wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. And he wasn't about to turn around and not give Shaak Ti exactly what she wanted and needed.

Holding tightly to her montrals, gripping them somewhat roughly, the young Padawan begins to truly rail in and out of the Jedi Master's unresisting throat, skull-fucking her almost viciously with all his might.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

She kneels there before him, her hands buried between her thighs, and acts more like a wanton whore then a Jedi Master.

Not that Zane is unused to experiencing such things by this point. The only female Jedi Master he's encountered who he hasn't bedded is Master Soara Antana.

She'd proven to be an interesting sort, and he still wondered to this day what she would be like if he could defeat her in a duel.

Meanwhile, he knew exactly what Shaak Ti was like. The Togruta Jedi Master is gurgling around his cock, not fighting back, not stopping him from aggressively and roughly fucking her throat with every last inch of his shaft.

Staring down at her, all Zane knows is this... he wants to really give it to her this time, and maybe in the process, finally force her to acknowledge who and what she truly is deep down inside.

The other Jedi he's bedded have all been able to accept that he's on top and they're on bottom, regardless of rank. Why should Shaak Ti be any different?

An idea comes to him, as she stares up at his face with glazed over eyes. Borne of one of her earlier thoughts, how had she put it?

Aayla spending night after night pinned down, or perhaps between his legs... well, he could certainly make that first part a reality.

Reaching out with the Force, Zane rips the Jedi Master robes off of Shaak Ti's body. Beyond a gasping gurgle around his still-pistoning prick, the Togruta doesn't stop him from stripping her naked.

His cock, stuffed down her throat, keeps her from offering any reproach. Though, from what he hears of her true thoughts, it's a question of whether she'd be capable even with her mouth not occupied.

S-So forceful! He knows what he wants and is just willing to take it! I can't... I can't get enough! I want more! Yes, keep going Padawan! Abuse me! Use me to your heart's content!

Well, if that wasn't permission, he didn't know what was. With his hold on Shaak Ti's montrals, he yanks her off of his cock and tosses her onto her back.

Before the Togruta Jedi Master can recover, he's on top of her, grabbing her by her long, toned red legs and folding them up over the rest of her body, pinning her to the floor of the classroom with his own physical strength and a liberal application of the Force.

All of that training was really paying off. He'd grown a lot since he and Master Ti had last... interacted, and judging by the mild surprise in her hazy, lust-filled eyes, she's just starting to realize that. But his physical prowess isn't in question here.

His sexual prowess is. Would he be enough? Could he make this Jedi Master in denial finally acknowledge the truth about herself?

Only one way to find out. With a lustful growl, Zane drives his cock downwards, spearing Shaak Ti's cunt right then and there.

With her legs pushed up on either side of her body, his hands holding her ankles aloft, her cunt is completely vulnerable and exposed.

There's no avoiding the plunge his cock makes into her depths, drawing a strangled, orgasmic cry from Shaak Ti's lips as the red-skinned Togruta spasms beneath him, her back arching beautifully.

Speaking of her back arching, it in turn presses up her shapely red breasts, each capped with a rock-hard nipple. They push up into the air in front of him as Zane leans forward, unable to resist such a treat.

Latching onto one of the nipples with his mouth, he begins to suck and hard, suckling at her teat and even nibbling and gnawing on it as he continues to press down on her folded form from above, fucking her harder, fucking her faster.

Yes! More! Fuck me MORE! Take me! Nnngh, abuse me! Give it to me, Padawan! Your big fat cock, I've fantasized about it every night since our first encounter!

Please, please, PLEASE!

Shaak Ti's thoughts get more and more fevered and delirious, but it's not good enough.

Zane wants her to admit it out loud! No, he NEEDS her to admit it out loud! Feeling almost like an animal, Zane snarls as he pulls off of her breasts and locks gazes with her again, still plunging his cock into her again and again every second.

"Say it. Admit it!"

"Nnngh!!! W-What?!"

Seemingly caught off guard by his sudden demands, Shaak Ti looks at him, baffled.

Leaning forward a bit further so that his shoulders are pinning her legs in place, Zane moves his hands from her ankles to her lekku.

Where before he'd skull fucked her while tugging on her oh-so-sensitive montrals, now he grabs hold of the brain-tails that drape down her front, their size and length showing her age and maturity, her overall experience.

Needless to say, Zane doesn't give one wit about her overall experience at the moment. The only cause he has for appreciating how long her lekku are, is how much easier it is for him to grab both of them and tug, yanking on the sensitive head-tails while continuing to fuck her in the mating press.

Shaak Ti's eyes widen and then go crossed from the sudden explosion of sensation, her lekku just as sensitive as her montrals and the abuse and roughness with which he's treating them driving her over the edge, AGAIN!

"Your body doesn't deny it! So why does your mouth?! You want this, Master Ti! You want to be treated like trash! You want to be fucked dominated by me, a boy a quarter of your age! ADMIT IT!"

He's almost roaring at her now, and not just that... he's pushing the Force into her with every thrust of his cock. Just as Master Unduli taught him, just as he'd used to make Master Ti cum before she could make him cum a little while before.

He pistons in and out of the shuddering, climaxing, helpless and hapless Togruta now and every time he drives deep into her cunt, he makes sure to push the Force into her as well.

The bastardized and altogether twisted healing technique has its effect, driving Shaak Ti's pleasure to greater heights, driving her wilder and wilder with every thrust he makes into her.

And more than that... he can tell he's close to finally breaking through.

He knows! He knows so easily! This young Padawan has seen through me, has seen how little I am worthy of my High Council position! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!

Internally, Shaak Ti was continuing to agree with him. But outwardly, she was too busy cumming her brains out and moaning up a storm to say a word.

So, realizing what he has to do... Zane stops. He stops dead in his tracks, though it takes every last ounce of his willpower to do so.

He stops and he holds himself atop the Togruta Jedi Master, pinning her to the ground still, impaling her on his cock still, even gripping her lekku still... but otherwise not moving a single inch.

Even with his sudden cessation of any sort of movement, it takes several moments for Shaak Ti to catch up, still in the throes of one final orgasm as she is before she finally begins to come down from the pleasure high and realizes he's stopped.

Wait, why did he stop?

Her eyes go to his, and her mouth opens, possibly to repeat exactly what she just thought, because she stops herself before she can say it, her teeth clicking shut as her eyes widen in realization.

Smiling thinly, Zane tugs firmly on her lekku.

"Admit it right now... or we stop."

This is probably a testament to how much he's grown as well since their first time together. The fact that he can even hold himself back this much when he's buried ball's deep in such a sexy, gorgeous, slutty Jedi Master is... probably a good thing?

Her breath hitches and her eyes widen, her pupils tightening up and shrinking at the realization that he's serious, that he's going to force the issue.

For a strange moment, her thoughts are as silent as she is, like her mind goes blank for a moment. And then...

"I-I admit it."

A shark-like smile spreads across Zane's face as Shaak Ti's already red skin colors an interesting shade upon the realization that she's just... well, as far as she knows, given the game away.

Oh no. Nononono...

"Good girl."

And then he slams into her again, starting up fucking her all over again like he'd never stopped.

Shaak Ti's eyes roll back in her skull and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as the Jedi Master adopts a truly... stupid expression on her face, moaning beneath him in wanton ecstasy.

Yes... yesyesyes! F-Finally! I've given in! There's no going back now! Do it, Padawan! Slake your lusts on my body! Take advantage of my weakened state! Record me with your datapad! Make me your fuck pet! Keep me from ever going against you, ever again!

... Zane hadn't gotten to where he was today by ignoring the 'advice' given to him by his senior Jedi. With but a thought and a small application of the Force, he floats his datapad over to him and Shaak Ti, continuing to fuck the gloriously gorgeous red-skinned Togruta Master, even as he considers said datapad for a long moment.

Was he really going to do this? Even if it was her suggestion, was he really going to record her without her permission? Use it to blackmail her into submission? It was... another step he had yet to take. If he was going to do it, he needed to decide what he truly wanted out of this.

Was reducing the High Council member to his horny fuck hole all he cared about? Or did he want to use Shaak Ti in other ways, such as training? She was still a Jedi Master, after all. There was a lot more she could teach him...

Mouth dry, cock throbbing inside of her clenching, cumming cunt, Zane considers his options, even as the Togruta quivers and convulses in wild ecstasy beneath him.