Dark side of the... sex

The chip was a wonderful piece of engineering but even it was close to malfunctioning. But it adapted and shadows of the former admiration toward Aayla Secura became buried even deeper. Instead, Bly's post-orgasmic bliss got replaced by some irrationally strong anger as if the dark side became an ally with the Kaminoan engineering skills. Slowly, the clone raised on his elbow and looked at the beautiful face of the violated Jedi.

"Traitor! You were my mentor, you were my leader, my friend! How dare you betray us?!" Bly screamed as if Aayla could hear him. Perhaps she actually did, through the ****. Once again there was an expression of pain on her face. Bly still had hours of Twi'lek's full unconsciousness left. Even his mighty cloned body couldn't get back into action so soon after the release of so much energy. Yet, his desire to punish the traitor he once called friend couldn't be stopped.

He stroke her delicate face with a hard slap which was followed by another and then another. He was throwing insults and curses towards the unresponsive Twi'lek. There was hatred for treason, for betrayal, for everything. The power of strikes **** Aayla's lekku to swing around as if she was a dancer performing a graceful dance.

For the first time, Bly wished Aayla to be awake, to feel the lashes of his hand to feel the steel grip of his fingers on her right breast which he treated as a conquered enemy. After a few more strikes that resulted in red marks on the blue skin, Bly stopped hitting her. He stood up, looking at the woman who was still unable to move or react. Her lovely straight legs were spread in an awkward, humiliating way. He could see his own seed leaking out of her smooth pussy.

"Jedi Whore!" He spat, sounding angry beyond words and beyond reason. "You will suffer for your treachery!" He glanced around and noticed Ayala's lightsaber, which was laying in a nearby spot. He picked it up and a wicked idea surfaced in his unhealthy mind. He sat down between Twi'lek's limp legs and **** them as far apart as he could and pushed Jedi weapon into the place it wasn't intended to go (not that galaxy didn't witness such use many times). He started fucking Aayla with this improvised sex toy. It was dirty and brutal and would be agonizing if she weren't ****.

Bly fought a temptation to turn the weapon on and slice the blue body in pieces. It wasn't mercy that stopped him from doing this. On the contrary, he believed that the Jedi doesn't deserve a quick ****. He was sure that Aayla needed more punishment, way more. Consumed by darkness, Bly started feeling how his arousal was growing again. The sight of Twi'lek's pussy which was spreading under the **** of the Jedi weapon could arouse anyone. As well as her gorgeous breasts, which, from this angle of view, looked like perfect spheres.

Perverted options raced through Bly's mind. There were so many ways to enjoy a body as gorgeous as Aayla's. Each of them offered its own unique pleasures, ranging from revisiting her ravaged cunt to exploiting her soft lips. From placing the dick between the perfect blue tits to using the lekku in some creative way. Bly's dick was already throbbing. It was Bly's time to use the sleeping Twi'lek's body as a plaything again.