RotF Chapter 14

Obi-Wan squirms and Enthea tries to hold him down.

“Enthea! Wake up!” Laki shouts at her urgently. “I can’t take care of them both!”

Numb, Enthea watches as Laki wrests Ryoke down to the cold stone, flipping her over and pinning her. The Theelin’s mound is bare and spotted like the rest of her skin, but her pussy is dripping wet and swollen.

Laki leans her weight on Ryoke, who groans needily, shoving her hips back.

The other Jedi’s words did not succeed in waking Enthea up, but the sight of Laki shoving into Ryoke from behind does that. Ryoke howls and arches her back, her nails scratching at the stone as her body bucks.

Obi-Wan’s nails dig into Enthea’s skin, and she looks down at him. He’s completely unrecognizable. It’s only when he speaks that the cadence makes it clear that it’s him. His voice, his shape, everything is new.

But she can sense the danger. His blood pressure, the way his muscles are tensing. Laki is right. Enthea awkwardly tries to hold him still while also pushing her sodden underwear down enough to free her cock. There might be a better way to go about this, but Laki doesn’t think there’s time to think it through. Enthea has to trust her.

“This is not the Jedi way,” she frets as she follows Laki’s lead. Her partner is definitely ready, and she slides right in. The body language changes. From the aimless, frustrated wiggling to latching on. Fingers scratch at Enthea’s back as she pushes into the tight, hot folds.

Beside her, Laki methodically, rhythmically fucks Ryoke with a look of concentration on her face. The Theelin Jedi shrieks in ecstasy when Laki pulls her hair and gives her a light slap on her bright, pink buttock.

Obi-Wan squeezes Enthea in a crushing grip, like his body is unconsciously trying to pull her in even deeper. Like Ryoke, he’s completely ****. This is just his body trying to reproduce. Enthea does her best to thrust, but his legs are locked around her waist. In his hunger, he’s stopping her from giving him what he wants.

She pulls back and gets one good push in. His feminine cry makes her tingle down there. Their chests are pressed tightly together, and his rock-hard nipples are stabbing her. She feels every little twitch from his walls.

Ryoke screams and shakes, then collapses on the stone, limp.

Laki pulls out and turns her over, checking her pulse.

“It worked,” she reports, looking over at Enthea. “Oh, Enthea. That won’t do it. Come on, there’s no time.” She crawls over, pulling Enthea off. Obi-Way moans in dismay as Enthea’s cock leaves him, but Laki doesn’t care. She’s not being gentle as she rolls him onto his belly and holds him down. He instinctively pushes his rear into the air.

“There we go,” Laki murmurs, slapping her erection between his buttocks. Enthea covers her mouth in shock as Laki does not hesitate to ram her cock into his ass. She drives in, then grabs him and rolls onto her back with him on top of her. His legs are open, and his pussy is spread wide. “Come on, Enthea!”

Heart pounding as though she’s the one whose body is about to explode, Enthea climbs awkwardly on top of them, slipping inside him again. Obi-Wan’s pitiful cries have to compete with Enthea’s. He was tight before, but now there’s an extra pressure inside from the… company that Laki is giving.

His pale form sandwiched between Enthea’s dark body and Laki’s tanned one, Obi-Wan is caught in a cascade of orgasms, and has no control of his legs. They shake in the air as his pussy clenches at Enthea. He can’t wrap his legs around her to stop her, so she’s free to use her hips, and she does, catching a glimpse of Laki’s placid face beside Obi-Wan’s bright red, screaming one.

Enthea groans and stiffens up, letting out her load inside. She feels a throb through Obi-Wan’s insides. Then another one, and realizes that’s Laki pumping hers in as well.

Obi-Wan shudders and goes limp, and Enthea collapses on top of him, her face in his wet breasts. She came so hard that she can’t think about the strangeness of what just occurred.

“Enthea,” Laki says after a moment.

“Mmm?” Enthea purrs, rubbing her face against Obi-Wan’s soft chest.

“I can’t breathe.”

Right. Enthea rolls off, panting, and Laki gently moves Obi-Wan to the side. He curls up, quivering and leaking onto the stone.

Laki sits up, pushing her wet hair out of her face.

“You OK?” she asks.

Enthea arduously sits up, embarrassed by glowing. She nods.

“Good.” Laki gets to her feet and checks on Ryoke, who has fallen asleep. “Looks like they’re OK. This could be pretty dangerous for people who aren’t ready for it.”

She is so calm and relaxed. Well, this is how Obi-Wan is with normal dangerous situations. Face burning, Enthea looks down at him. Changing bodies and walking unprepared into this… maybe not be very wise, but very brave. Enthea wouldn’t have had the courage to take on a mission like this in an unfamiliar body. And as she looks at his body, she feels a stirring down there again. She quickly looks away. Obi-Wan is fast asleep.

“We should clean them up,” she says.

“Later.” Laki is at the edge of the island, her hands on her hips, gazing out into the shadows. “I feel it there.” She points. “Come here.”

Enthea stands up and joins her, pulling up her wet underwear and walking a little unsteadily. It was so good… So weird, but good. She can still feel it around her cock.

“Focus, Padawan,” Laki murmurs.

“Yes, Master.” Enthea concentrates and reaches out with the ****. There’s another island not far away, and a stone object on it. A box or sarcophagus.

“What we’re looking for is inside. We can’t leave them here. Let’s open it from here.”

“It’s too heavy,” Enthea says. Using the **** to lift things still involves leverage. Even Master Yoda would have difficulty lifting something like this from such a distance.

“We’ll do it together.” Laki moves behind Enthea, putting her arms around her. She reaches out, and Enthea does too. “As one.”

It’s hard to concentrate. Laki isn’t hard, but she’s still got that thing back there, touching Enthea’s bottom.

“As one,” Enthea says nervously. Together, they lift. The sound of stone grinding reaches them, then a crash as the lid is moved aside. They feel with the ****, and draw out what’s inside.

“Good work,” Laki says, letting go and stepping forward. She reaches out to catch the object: a stone tube. It must have a scroll or something inside. They’d better not get that wet.

“This is it?” Enthea took it from her, examining it. It’s covered in beautiful carvings of nude, female humanoids with phalluses. “The secrets of the Sith?”