Meet the First Matriarch

"You perform the rite of the pilgrims well, Jedi." The blue Twi'lek woman says as you ascend the final steps of her home. "I saw you light the signal fires as you climbed the path. Very few of you make it this far."

You blush, partly for the praise and partly becomes your nude, sweating, and cum-stained around your thighs—which you desperately try to hide with a hand. Although, the Twi'lek seems to have no shake in being just as fully naked, her slender figure showing barely any signs of age. Only her face is marked with that, the years leaving their engravings on her features.

"I am Kolovish," she declares, "first Matriarch and reader of the ancient texts. I led our people to this planet, and I welcome you."

She bows, breasts jiggling, then rises. You do the same, but try to keep your chest from doing the same.

She raises an eyebrow at you, and you just flush harder. "I, uh- Ahem! Y-You honor me, first matriarch."

Kolovish nods and steps up to you, her gait, uh, rather seductive.

"Do you know what the ceremony is about?" She steps around you, to a desk standing beside a bed. "Do you understand what it represents?"

You purse your lips and glance out across the balcony from which she stood, watching your journey.

"It's... about perseverance? Right?" You breathe in and stand straighter, while still covering your intimate bits. "Endurance and willpower? Learning to overcome adversity?"

The first matriarch nods as she collects a tube of something from a drawer. As she undoes the seal, she step back over to you. "Indeed, it is a test of one's ability to face hardships, to continue onwards despite one's lack of power." She squeezes out a paste from the tube, smearing it on her fingers. "But it is also a trial that tests one's perspective, as well."

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?"

She smiles. "Do not worry about if you failed." Sbe gestures to a series of monitors above the desk, each showcasing parts of the forest. One monitor stares at a familiar-looking... rock.... "You did not."

You turn redder than a Pureblood Sith as she laughs.

"I-I- I didn't- Did you see-"

"I see all who undertake the rite of passage." She steps behind you and you freeze up. "The journey you undertook taught you to endure the path, but it also taught you to enjoy life and its pleasures."

One of her hands touches your shoulders as the other slides between your asscheeks and disp into your backdoor. You yelp and try to jump away, but her other hand slides down your front and to your crotch. She cups your womanhood, feeling it out with her fingers. They run over your labia until they pry your nether lips apart and dive in.

Your body freezes up, shock and pleasure petrifying you as she sinks her digits deeper inti your most intimate parts. All the while, she presses her breasts against your back as she hums and sighs contently.

"Relax," she coos. "I have given you my gift of wisdom. This is my gift of material."

Her fingers wiggle inside you, the paste covering them making them feel smooth like rubber. They lather your walls, rubbing every inch of your vagina and colon.

You can't help but whimper, then moan as your juices flow. She laughs and nibbles on your neck.

"You're a pretty one, padawan." She hooks her fingers in your womanhood ajd your tongue falls out as a low moan rolls off it. "Know that what I do now will save you in the future."

She fingers your holes for a second longer, then pulls them out. You nearly collapse, but she catches you and lays you down on the floor. A whimper escapes you as you thruzt your crotch needily. She smiles and kneels down, spreading your legs wide.

"Don't worry, young padawan. I won't leave you on the edge."

Her tongue slides over your nether lips and you arch your back. A scream tears out of your throat as she sticks her fingers back into your ass and dives her tongue as deep as she can into your vagina.

The world goes white, then stars dance in your vision as you cum hard. A bit of your juices squirt out, whcih she catches with an open mouth and her face.

"You make the cutest noises." She sits up and rubs her own crotch, stroking her lips. "Now, if you were wondering, that paste is a special composition of herbs I've learned to use together. They'll make sure you stay nice and tight, okay?"

You barely manage a nod as she moves back to her desk. She rrturns shortly with a towel and a handful of credits.

"Return to Yuleph when you are able. May you find pleasure in the patbs you walk, Jedi."

Much later, you come stumbling down the path, worn out and thoroughly kriffed hard. Whether Yuleph actually knows what happens to the victors, he doesn't show it. Instead, he simply returns your belgonigs to you, which you hastily slip back on before returning to the matters at hand.