Ep V: Chapter 22

Probably half of the women gathered on the other side of Scora’s peephole are Twi’leks. The others are various species, all humanoid. There’s a large, beautiful crystal chamber inside the mountain, full of little pools of water.

A lovely Chiss leads a group of about twenty through slow, relaxing stretches. They’re all naked.

“Yes. We’re in time for the good part,” Scora says excitedly, smooshing her way in to peep beside Enthea.

Enthea is disappointed. But not disappointed to stop looking.

The women inside all lie down on their mats and the leader instructs them to caress each part of their bodies.

Enthea steals a bitter look at Scora. Meditating on the beauty of life? Those judgmental thoughts come and go. It’s not lost on Enthea that she’s still watching. And she’s still watching when the gentle dripping of moisture in the caverns is drowned out by a furious squelching as almost two dozen women sigh and groan as they pleasure themselves. Scora’s spot has a particularly clear view between the legs of a teal Twi’lek with pierced nipples. Her mound is loose and fleshy, and with four fingers flat, she rubs a vigorous circle as her legs tremble and her breasts jiggle.

“And we slow down,” the leader says soothingly. “Letting the energy flow.”

The women reluctantly obey. Enthea glances over, knowing what she’ll see. Yes, Scora has a massive erection. Truly massive, and bulging with veins.

“We have a lot of wellness programs like this,” Scora whispers.

“I’ll bet you do,” Enthea replies. “You don’t come up here to be alone, do you? I’m not the first one you’ve shown this to.”

“Private tour,” Scora says. “It’s how I met Myra.”

“Did she like it?”

“She liked it so much that she gave us away.”

Enthea snorts. Scora’s about to say something else. Something seductive, no doubt. Enthea reaches out with a finger, touching Scora’s lips.

“Be quiet,” she says.

Surprised and affronted, Scora just stares. Then her eyes light up as she sees what Enthea is doing. The way of the Jedi is peace, and that means not everything has to be a battle. Laki isn’t a friend, but that doesn’t mean that all her teachings are wrong. Sometimes, a Jedi has to make peace with certain truths about themselves.

This isn’t a private tour. It’s an ambush. Scora will flirt and cajole. She won’t **** anything, but she also won’t give up without a fight. A fight for what, exactly? What will Enthea gain by holding out? Pride? Jedi shouldn’t be prideful. They should be honest.

As honest as Scora, who stares intently, her cock throbbing and dripping precum on the crystal floor as soft cries from the masturbation cavern tickle their ears.

Enthea lifts the hem of her tunic and unties her rough, cloth pants. Without ceremony, she pushes them down enough to expose herself. Wordlessly, she gets on her hands and knees with her eye to the opening.