Bly enjoys his general

Bly had many feelings towards his general. Respect, trust, sympathy, and even some romantic attraction. But the only thing that remained after what the chip did to his mind was raw lust, desire to fuck her hot body. This, dark by itself feeling, one that Bly never took seriously, was the only thing that kept Aayla alive. Unable to wait any longer, he brought his lips to the blue areola. Its taste was different than anything he ever experienced before. The same can be said about the feeling under his fingers which wrapped around Secura's lekku. Those wonderful Twi'lek's tentacle-like appendages were so much unlike human hair. His palms moved from the base to the tip and then up again.

She felt nothing, even her calm breathing didn't change a bit. But Bly couldn't contain his excitement. His warrior's heart was pounding inside his chest. That was the ultimate pleasure for him. At this moment, nothing else mattered. Everything else was nothing but background noise, including the sounds of a distant battle. He raised his eyes to look at the beautiful face while his lips continued enjoying Aayla's nipples. Her facial expression was opposite to one the Jedi had during meditating; there was no peace, tranquility, or serenity. Even in her sleep, through the ****, she felt the deaths of many Jedis as well as the terror of her spiritual sisters which were **** in other corners of the galaxy.

Aayla's face was twisted by pain and sorrow but Bly saw nothing but sexy inviting lips. He reached for her waist and with all his strength ripped her pants off. Then, hastily, he started removing his armor. Aayla mumbled something incomprehensible in her sleep; whatever it was, Bly didn't care. Now was only the time for him and his gorgeous prize.

Once fully nude, he positioned himself on top of her and whispered "You are mine, traitor." Then he kissed her. It was passionate and deep but, unsurprisingly, it was unanswered. Still, his tongue explored all her mouth had to offer, tasting every part of it until it was coated with the flavor of Aayla. His palms, once again, caressed the lekku while removing the cloth wrapped around them. Once her headgear was gone, Aayla was fully naked. It was as if she was stripped not out of her clothes but out of her Jedi status. As if she got a more common Twi'lek role of a **** or a whore.

Without breaking the kiss, the clone commander used his legs to push her thighs apart.

"Take me..." he imagined hearing her accented voice as if some part of him still wanted it to be consensual. But it wasn't. Not even close. Aayla was lucky that she felt nothing when the clone's hard shaft entered her tight entrance like a blaster bolt. Being ****, she was safe from immediate pain and humiliation.

Bly didn't hesitate. He pounded into her repeatedly. He took a high tempo and forceful rhythm that barely allowed time for his hips to recover between strokes. He broke the kiss to catch his breath, then came back to her mouth with renewed vigor. His muscular chest was covered with sweat and each thrust sent fresh droplets onto the Twi'lek's blue skin. There were no signs of restraint; he just gave in to his primal instincts and let his passion take control.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that was normal about him now. Sensations overfilled his mind: skin against skin, flesh against flesh, the amazing feel of the hot wrap around his dick. Under such strong flow, the chip in his brain was having trouble maintaining control. Older feelings towards Aayla began to resurface. He remembered his fantasies of having tender love with her, about his dreams of having a wife like her after the war was over. But these thoughts were weak and couldn't stop the primal fucking. And the internal voice shouting "Good soldiers follow orders!" wasn't gone either.

He broke the kiss once again, this time to allow himself to moan. Bly arched his back, his hands firmly on Aayla's shoulders. Drool ran from his lips, dripping down his chin as he started ramming her with maximum power. His balls were slapping her skin again and again. It seemed as if the pleasure was greater than the **** itself. Finally, he emptied himself inside her. Months of accumulated lust erupted in a single explosive release and he collapsed atop the Twi'lek. The cacophony in his mind became quieter being replaced by calmer thoughts...