TPF Chapter 5

It’s only been two weeks since they visited Modre with Obi-Wan. The memories of that encounter are still fresh in Enthea’s mind as she and Ryoke descend from the shuttle to the planet’s orange sands. The weather is good today, and the winds just push the sand around their feet as they walk toward the Sith temple. Their Jedi robes flutter in the wind.

Enthea feels apprehensive, but Ryoke seems relaxed.

“You aren’t worried about this Chiss?” Enthea asks quietly. “She’s spooky.”

“Obi-Wan would tell you that’s not a word the Jedi use,” Ryoke replies with her playful smile.

They enter the temple, which is not a ruin. It’s vast, severe, and sparse, but it’s not falling into disrepair. The sands of this world have barely begun to weather the dark stone that it was built of.

Inside, they find the carvings and murals of carnal pleasure that were so distracting on their first visit. The temple is as quiet as the vacuum of space. It shuts out the whistling winds of Modre completely. A light dusting of orange sand is present on the floor, undisturbed by footprints.

“Hello?” Ryoke calls out boldly. “Is anyone here?”

Her voice vanishes into the empty halls. There’s no reply.

The Chiss isn’t in that throne room like she was last time. Enthea and Ryoke split up, their footsteps scuffing softly in the shadows as they make their way through the rooms and halls, finding nothing but ancient texts and more provocative artwork.

Enthea finds Ryoke seated on the steps of the temple, gazing at the orange desert. They can just see the world’s ocean in the distance. Enthea sits. There’s no one here. There is no doubt about that. The Chiss has gone.

“Someone must have come to get her,” Enthea says. “There was no ship here before, was there?”

“Nothing that we detected,” Ryoke replies thoughtfully, her expression distant. “I sense nothing sentient here, but I sensed nothing sentient before. The Dark Side is strong in this place.”

Enthea nods. “I feel it. But the Chiss was sentient.”

“Yes. She must’ve hidden herself somehow. She might be hiding still,” Ryoke says, looking over her shoulder. She closes her eyes and lifts a hand. Enthea feels her reaching out with the ****. “But I don’t think so. I think we’re alone, Enthea. I think that we might be the only ones on this planet.”

Enthea is taken aback. She hadn’t thought of that.

“That’s a strange feeling,” she says.

“Isn’t it?” Ryoke laughs softly.

“Then our mission is a failure. We’ve missed our chance to learn what she knows.”

“I’m not so sure,” Ryoke says with a groan, standing up and turning to look up at the temple. “This place is rich in knowledge. Books, scrolls, the glyphs on the walls. The teachings that she followed are still here. We won’t go back just yet. Let’s study this place. See what it has to teach us. That Chiss isn’t some priestess or spiritualist. She’s a Sith.”

“You’re sure?” Enthea asks.

Ryoke nods. “And we need to sort out what she was doing here.”

“Didn’t seem like she was doing much of anything,” Enthea says, puzzled.

“We’ll see.” Ryoke drops her robe from her shoulders, then starts to undo her tunic.

Enthea doesn’t understand. “What are you doing?”

“If the Sith walked around naked, so will I. I told you. We have to understand this. Besides,” Ryoke adds with a little smile. “There’s no one to see.”

“Right,” Enthea replies, abashed. She looks away as the Theelin’s clothes come off. “Isn’t it dangerous? To commune with the Dark Side this way?”

“We aren’t communing with anything. What do you want, Enthea?”

“Umm…” Enthea replies, unsure how to answer.

“What are your goals?”

“To be a good Jedi,” Enthea says, embarrassed.

“Exactly. Sith want power. Being naked and even enjoying yourself won’t turn you into a Sith. Neither will studying them,” Ryoke says as she sheds her underwear and carries her clothes inside. Uncomfortable, Enthea follows her. “Just be mindful of your feelings. You know wrong from right. By all means, keep your clothes on. Stay away from the lower levels. I don’t want you going near that thing down there,” Ryoke says sternly. “At least not yet. I’m going to use the translator to read some of these texts. I want you to use your feelings. Find out what this place wants to tell us.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’m not your master,” Ryoke reminds her, turning to go and waving over her shoulder. Enthea can’t help herself: she stares at the shapely Theelin’s ass as she walks away. For a moment, Enthea thought that she and Ryoke understood each other when they practiced that meditation together, but apparently not. Ryoke obviously does not understand how easily Enthea is distracted. That, or she massively underestimates her own attractiveness.

Enthea gets herself under control. The whole point of Laki’s meditation is to avoid this sort of thing. Shaking her head, she turns on her light and moves off through the temple, doing what Ryoke instructed: opening herself up to the ****.

The darkness that lingers in this place feels alien, as though it doesn’t belong. Enthea wonders if this really is a Sith temple, or if the Sith merely appropriated it.

The artwork on the walls, floors, and ceilings shows all manner of species doing all manner of things, but it all relates to pleasure. She finds one mural of two female Dathomirians sitting side by side, naked with legs spread, helping each other masturbate. With her cock hard in her underwear, Enthea goes deeper into the temple, finding a beautifully-carved statue of a humanoid, nude with a gorgeous erection. The stone is smooth, and the figure is positioned such that you could almost climb onto it and… use it. Enthea wonders if anyone has. A picture of that elegant Chiss sinking onto that stone phallus invades her mind, and she quickly pushes it out, entering the stairwell. She descends a few steps before she remembers that Ryoke doesn’t want her going down there.

Enthea obediently stops, but she has to lift her light to show an exquisite mosaic on the wall. It depicts a human woman, suspended in the air by appendages that look suspiciously like the ones from down below. She’s nude, and they’re wrapped around her limps and… penetrating her in several ways. Rather than distressed, she appears blissful.

Enthea’s cock aches. She casts a worried glance up the dark passage, then sheds her robes. Nude, she kneels on the stone step. With her eyes on the mosaic, she uses Laki’s meditation technique and surrenders to the feelings that the image brings out. Seconds pass. Her black and red skin tingles and becomes covered in goosebumps. She shudders as little waves of warmth come and go inside her. She feels her pussy growing moist, and her cock getting harder. Her nipples are puffy and protruding. She takes long, deep breaths.

Her cock leaps and thick cum splashes onto the stone wall.

She lets her breath out, feeling a light coating of sweat on her body. That’s odd. Meditation should be placid. She isn’t supposed to sweat.

She shakes her head and stands up, reaching for her clothes, but she stops. No. She’ll stay nude, like Ryoke. She can’t have Ryoke thinking that she’s not brave enough to handle something like this.