Guilt and Temptation

The temptation was unusually strong. Was it because her body enjoyed what Bly did? Was it because duties of the war prevented her, a young woman, from this kind of release? Was it her mind's way to cope with the madness surrounding them? Aayla couldn't answer any of those actions. One thing she was sure about is that she has no right to act on her impulses. What will Bly think of her behavior? Only a slut can act like this after being used in her sleep. And Aayla spent a good portion of her life trying to prove that Twi'leks aren't sluts like the galaxy believes them to be.

No, Aayla wasn't going to act. Despite the burning sensation in her cheeks and lekku, despite the urge building up between her increasingly weak legs, she stayed motionless.

"We need to land. Anywhere. On any planet with a breathable atmosphere," she said, all her willpower focused on keeping her composure. "They'll look for a Jedi fighter. It'll be wise to wait it out." She couldn't tell the real reason she wanted to land. She wanted to get out of this cramped cockpit, away from the tempting presence of Bly.

She had a piece of blanket on, used as an improvised skirt. It did little to prevent her muscular hips from touching Bly's smooth leg armor. That alone felt amazing! She wished to have his hands on her bare stomach, to feel his soft kisses on her lekku, to ride him. One thing could be said for sure - she had zero anger left inside her. She made peace with the thought that it was not really him. Besides, she didn't even remember anything of what her body experienced during being an **** sex toy.

Bly looked at the nav chart. "There is an uninhabited jungle planet nearby. It seems to have dangerous fauna preventing any settlers but we should be fine landing there. We might find some supplies there, I got only a few standard rations. " He seemed oblivious of the fact that Aayla was trying hard to hold back her sudden urges.

"It will do." She nodded without showing much interest in where they are going to go. She left the control of her fighter in Bly's hands and tried to meditate, to stop the wave of lust running through her veins. But the **** was in turmoil and Aayla couldn't **** herself to connect to it and feel the pain of the whole galaxy.

Bly's arms, stretched to the controls, brushed past her side slightly below the cloth of her top. Her entire body stiffened instantly and Bly noticed it. She felt how his breathing froze in... fear. It wasn't hard to understand why. He couldn't assume that this reaction is caused by her arousal. He must have been thinking that her body reacted this way because of the opposite reasons. Because she was seeing him as a ****. Bly expected a new outburst of anger directed at him, but instead, he heard silence. Aayla, a wise Jedi Master, didn't know what to say.