Ep V: Chapter 26

Myra dries Enthea with the same gentle ease that she displayed when giving the bath. She seems to like the way that Enthea is excited, yet fully in control of herself. It’s easy enough to imagine that this princess is both curious about the sexuality of a Jedi and eager to seize an opportunity to tease Scora.

Enthea’s penis is down to half-soft by the time Myra wraps her in a thin, heavenly-feeling robe that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, particularly when one’s skin is black and red.

In matching robes, they venture out into the bedroom, where Scora paces impatiently. She’s considerately stripped down to her underwear, and in fairness, that’s an effective tactic.

Enthea’s heart doesn’t exactly flutter, but her body is wide awake and knows what it wants. Fortunately, it’s easy for a Jedi to conceal those feelings.

“I told you to reflect. Go reflect while you clean up,” Myra points with a meaningful look.

“All right,” Scora says gamely. There’s a hint of irritation at yet another delay, but that doesn’t last as she walks past the two of them, staring hungrily. “That suits you, Master Jedi.”

Enthea smiles politely, folding her hands within the sleeves of the robe.

“Drink?” Myra offers graciously.

“No, thank you.”

Chuckling to herself, Myra pours herself a glass of wine. Scora emerges from the bathroom before Myra’s drunk half of it. Even the brisk, businesslike showers of Jedi take longer than that.

Scora comes out nude and dripping, fully aware of what her body looks like when it’s glistening with moisture. Her penis swings impressively.

“I’ve reflected,” she announces, placing her hand on her hip and giving Myra a challenging look. “And I’m contrite. I’m ready to make things right.”

Myra comes to Enthea, standing behind her. She places her hands on Enthea’s shoulders.

“Do you think she means it?” Myra asks.

“Which part? I believe her when she says she’s ready,” Enthea replies.

“Dearest, if you were to walk into this room and find a pretty Jedi waiting for you,” Myra asks.

Scora’s eyes light up. She folds her arms, and her cock starts to swell.

“Yes?”

“What would you want to see?” Myra moves the collar of Enthea’s robe just a little, clearly exposing a little black and red skin.

“I’d want to see her naked on my bed,” Scora says without hesitation. “On all fours. Face down. Ready for me.” She stares straight at Enthea, who is impressed by the candor and intensity. “I want to make her feel so good that she wakes up all my guests. Nobody sleeps tonight.”

“Sound good to you?” Myra whispers in Enthea’s ear.

“I’ve heard worse,” Enthea replies politely.

“All right. Do that, then. Scora.” Myra snaps her fingers and points at the bed. “Do it just like you said.”

“Happy to,” Scora says, smirking at Enthea.

“No. You. On the bed.”