Winya

Normally, a Jedi would be allowed to pick his apprentice with very little interference from the Coucil, but with Winya, they made an exception. It was strongly encouraged to you that, with your skill as a duelist, you would be well suited to protecting the largely unskilled Initiate. When you expressed your trepidation at even taking on a Padawan with such low potential, they further explained that training her would be a far secondary goal. Your main goal would be simply breeding her as soon an as often as possible. With that in mind, it was hard for you to think of picking anyone but her.

"Winya Gerhna, come with me," you speak. When she hears her name, her mouth opens in shock. She stands stone still for nearly a minute, still processing what just happened. After standing there in awkward silence, Ashari gave her a light nudge with an eblow, causing Winya to jump.

"Oh! Wow I never- Thank- I mean, it is an honor, Master," which she followed up with a deep bow, her formal manners at odds with the giant smile on her face. You inwardly grin at her enthusiam, while keeping your face and aura calm. You walk out of the room, and she quickly catches up to your side. Even if you weren't **** sensitive, you are fairly sure that you would be able to feel her happiness as it radiates off of her. Breaking the silence, she says, "I never thought I would be selected to be a Padawan. I tried so hard, but I was never good at anything. Ashari was always so amazing and graceful with a lightsaber, Layla was so powerful in the ****, Taero was so tall and beautiful and so at one with the ****, and Dienna was just so good at everything!" Winya takes a short breath and continues, "I'm sorry I'm babbling, Master, I know I'm supposed to be calm and in control of my emotions like Taero, but I'm just so excited."

You put your hand on her shoulder, "It's okay Padawan, I felt the same way when I was chosen by my Master. I know you feel like your skills are not as good as your peers, but the **** has a role to play for all of us." It's probably not a good time to mention that her role will be that of a breeding sow. "Can you open the door, Padawan?" Winya looks surprised to be standing outside the door to her chambers. Apparently she wasn't paying attention to where they were walking. "Always pay attention to your surroundings, young one," you chastise her.

"Yes, Master. Sorry, Master," she says, but it only slightly dampens her enthusiam. She opens the door to her room, a simple, undecorated room with a small bed and a refresher, identical to every other Initiate's room, and identical to the one you lived in so many years ago. Once inside, she looks around with a confused look, "Umm, Master, why are we in my room?"

"You have to pack your belongings," you tell her with a small chuckle. "And second, well, there is another role we have to play besides learning about the **** and fighting the Sith." She gets your meaning immediately and begins undressing quickly. With her robe off, you can see that she is well curved, despite her short height, and as the rest of her clothes join her robes on the floor, you are pleased to see that the young woman has perky breasts and a round bottom that fit her height perfectly. She lays down on the bed on her back with her legs spread wide, and looks at you expectantly.

"I can do it however you want. Master Varro taught us various different positions and she said some men have prefereces. I can go on all fours or on top or.."

You cut her off, "This is fine, Padawan." You are pleased to see that she is just as enthusiastic about this part of her training as well. "Have you ever done this before?" you say while removing your robes and climibing on the bed between her legs.

She shakes her head, "We were told it would be an important bonding experience between Master and Apprentice. They also said the first time can be painful."

"I will be gentle, Padawan," you assure her.

"You don't have to!" Winya interjects. "Master Varro told us that men like to go fast and hard, and I know I'm not the best with the **** or with a saber, but I want to make it as good for you as possible to prove that you made the right decision in picking me." With that statement, you know for a fact that you made the right choice.

"As you wish, Padawan," you answer her, hiding your excitement as you ready yourself to enter her. Both of you gasp as you thrust forward. You can see the pain on her face and sense it through the ****, but you can also sense her determination. For yourself, it is all pleasure. You've been with the order for as long as you can remember, and you, too, are a virgin, despite being tempted many times. Now you have not just the blessing of the Order to give in to your lustful temptations, but an express command to have sex with your young, fertile Padawan as early and as often as possible.

An order that you intend to fulfill to the fullest. As both of you are unpracticed, it is a quick, sloppy affair, with you thrusting wildy for a few minutes, with Winya wincing in pain as you slam into her body, while also feeling happiness at actually having a Knight to be her master, and undeniable pleasure from your cock. When you approach your climax, you push deep into her and shoot your seed into her without warning before collapsing on the bed next to her, panting for breath. Winya curls up next to you, laying on your chest and looking up at you.

"Was I good, Master?" she asks.

"You did very well Padawan," you tell her, which makes her very happy. "Now let's get cleaned up and be on our way." It takes a lot of control for you to return back to being a Jedi after fulfilling your lustful fantasies you've held back for years, but being able to control your emotions is a part of being a Jedi. You wash off first, allowing your apprentice to collect her thoughts and her things, and when you exit the refresher and catch sight of her petite, nude form as she waits her turn, you feel the desire to take her again, but you have other things to do first. Once she is done scrubbing herself clean, she emerges once again in her dull, baggy robes.

"I'm all packed and ready to go, Master. Where are we going?" You consider your apprentices question.