Episode IV: Clever Star Wars Pun

Like a deer in the headlights, Ahsoka was stricken still by Rob's sudden appearance. Of course, she didn't necessarily know what a deer was, but the simile still stood.

Rob made no move but to watch them. Ashoka made no move save to breathe heavily and stare back. Barriss shifted atop Ashoka's body, maneuvering herself to get a better look at Rob, staring as well, three sets of eyes peering through the darkness, watching one another.

As Ashoka lay there, paralyzed and unsure, she had plenty of time to analyze Rob's naked form. Unfamiliar with the male form in such an...intimate manner, she came to the conclusion that Rob wasn't idealized but he was still quite attractive, in an unconventional manner. Tall and big in all dimensions, he wore his large belly well with his stature and broad shoulders. His large, erect member was... well, it stirred something in Ahsoka she quickly buried deep down inside herself. Yet she felt her eyes constantly drifting downward to the thick, meaty rod, pulsating in the cool night air.

The standoff continued for an interminable amount of time, the only sound being Ahsoka's heavy breathing and the sound of her jack-hammering heart pounding away in her ears and head. So caught up in the sight of Rob and the sound of her own heart, she did not notice Barriss had risen from the tabletop until she saw her friend enter her field of vision, padding across cement patio and dewy grass in an oddly slinky manner.

With every light, graceful step she made, Barriss grew faster and faster, closing the gap between her and Rob in a heavy heartbeat. She stopped dead in her tracks right before the man who was their host and captor, the narrowest of distance between the Mirailan and Rob's extended, engorged penis. Barriss was so slight before the over six-foot Rob that his cock hovered menacingly before her stomach, right above her navel. Like the last leaf on a tree in the wake of a hurricane, Barriss shuddered and shook uncontrollably.

Then, to Ahsoka's shock and horror, her friend leapt into Rob's arms. Arms thrown around his neck and legs wrapped about his waist, Barriss clung for dear life as she passionately embraced the man, staring into his eyes.

And then the two began to kiss.

Not soft. Not polite. Not gentle. Not platonically. Hot and heavy making out, shamelessly in front of Ahsoka, who was somehow even more shocked than before. Mouth agape, she could only helplessly watch Barriss, a romantic neophyte, be overwhelmed by the harem master, her body squirming against his own embrace, her head lolling backwards, entirely submitting to Rob's skill and power, moaning wetly. Ahsoka didn't know her friend could make sounds like that.

A shiver ran down her spines. Ahsoka felt her nipples harden, her lower lips pulse and flare. Her mouth suddenly went very dry.

The two eventually broke apart for air, Barriss gasping loudly and dramatically, before she released her grip on Rob, shimmying down his nude body, her own green flesh pressed right up against his body at every turn. Barriss ended up on her knees before Rob, head perilously close to the looming cock overhead, a hand still upon Rob's thigh. Her eyes were wide and wild, dark blue jewels sparkling in the starlight.

Barriss purred in a very un-Barris, un-Jedi-like manner, licking her dark-painted lips. "Master..." Ashoka almost choked on her dry tongue.

"'M-Master'!?" She croaked in exclamation. Sure, it wasn't an unfamiliar word to either Jedi, as they had spent their days as Padawan genuflecting in respect to their teachers. Even as fully fledged Jedi Knights, it was proper protocol to refer to those of the rank higher than you as 'Master', out of respect and reverence.

But something told Ahsoka that when Barriss uttered the word, it was out of a different sort of reverence than normal.

With a wicked smile, Barriss sharply turned her head to face Ahsoka. "Don't you see, Ahsoka! Rob here, he's saved us! We ow him our lives!" Barriss was smiling, a bigger and brighter smile than Ahsoka had ever seen, while cuddling against Rob's tree trunk of a leg, rubbing up against it like a pet. "We were stuck in an endless, bloody war the Jedi has no business being in. We would have died out there if not for providence. If not for Master sheltering us and showing us that war is not the way! It's all about love! I love you, Ahsoka..." Gingerly, the fingers of Barriss' left hand curled about the proud shaft hovering above her. "And I love you, Master. I don't want to be a Jedi anymore, if it means giving this up. Let me be your ****, Master..."

Ahsoka could not believe what she was hearing! For Barriss to throw away her life like that was beyond rash. And yet... was she right? Had the Jedi descended into being nothing more but warmongers as opposed to keepers of the peace? Was it so wrong to want love and physical affection that it needed to be forbidden from them? Not to mention, Barriss looked so happy right now. Ahsoka wished she could make her friend look and feel that way...

While she was dealing with that conundrum, Barriss fully dove into her new role as ****, wrapping her lips around Rob's cock, after it had patiently waited for so long for any sort of release. Timid and inexperienced, Barriss only held the fat, swollen head in her mouth, lips daintily held over the ridge of the circumcised tip. Rob was nothing but grateful towards his new, neophyte ****, smiling down upon her, a hand placed atop her head.

"Barriss is right, Ahsoka." Rob said in an even, steady voice, despite currently being sucked off at the moment. He stroked Barriss short hair lovingly, murmuring words of encouragement as she quietly, gently sucked away. "Make love, not war, that's my policy. I would hate to send you two lovely ladies off into a war zone where you have to face god knows what. And, with Barriss making up her mind, I would hate to separate you two." Rob looked up to stare Ahsoka directly in the eyes. There was something about him that made Ahsoka flinch. Something her connection to the **** could only glimpse a fraction of. Something fierce and powerful and overwhelming.

"But I also won't pressure you." Rob added. Suddenly, Barriss' head bucked wildly, white fluid sputtering out from beyond her lips. Barriss retreated from Rob's cock, semen dribbling down her chin. She happily swallowed her first taste of spunk and then scooped up threads of white staining her chin and chest, gobbling them from her fingers. Barriss moaned with every drop of seed she ingested. Once more, Ahsoka thought she looked deliriously happy.

"I'll let you make your own decision just like Barriss here..." Rob stroked Barriss' short bob of black hair once more, Barriss purring in rapture.

Gawking once more, it took several seconds for Ahsoka to find her words. "I-I... I don't know..." She hung her head in shame. "This is a world I am unfamiliar with. I feel so overwhelmed..."

"I think, Ahsoka, you need to experience it personally before you can make up your mind." The honeyed voice of Barriss caused Ahsoka to raise her head, seeing her and Rob walk in tandem towards her. Barriss had an arm around Rob's waist, a palm flatly against his chest. "You need to experience the intensity of Rob's body firsthand." A shy yet wicked smile spread on Barriss' painted lips, smudged slightly from the cum. "And I would like to watch you two..."

Ahsoka gulped, feeling her stomach tighten and loins moisten. Rob grew closer and the intangible power around him grew blindly intense. Ahsoka felt her sixth sense waver and shrink. Without the grounding of the ****, Ahsoka felt like she was falling. She hung her head down again.

And Rob was right there to raise it up, propping it up with his hand. "Again, no pressure, dear. Please, take your time." Up close, Ahsoka felt that Rob was even more handsome. More powerful. More radiant. Her heart began pounding once more. Her breathing heavily.

"Y-yes... yes..." The words fell out of Ahsoka's mouth. Well, more like stumbled. But, they surprised her all the same. Legs feeling like jelly, she still managed to prop herself back up on the table, slowly laying herself down. Slowly spreading her legs. Exposing herself. Her heart was thunder, her stomach a storm. Her tight slit both a deluge and a firestorm.

"Show me, what you showed Barriss..." She said in a small, hurried voice. "Show me why I should turn my back on the Jedi..."

"With pleasure..." Rob growled deeply, the hint of a smirk appearing on his face. Ahsoka shuddered uncontrollably, but it was too late for her to turn back. Rob took a hold of her thighs - he was surprisingly gentle for a man his size - braced himself and Ahsoka, and entered her most intimate part.

Like a supernova, Ahsoka felt her mind explode as the thick piston of muscle and meat, laced with raging veins and crowned with a great head, split her lowest lips and stretched her. Filled her. Destroyed her. The once stalwart Jedi Knight wailed and shrieked, shuddering towards orgasm in the blink of an eye. It was like Barriss' lips and tongue all over again, but by magnitudes greater.

Slowly, Rob entered Ahsoka's twat, his cock burying itself deeper and deeper, centimetre by centimetre, entering places Ahsoka never knew existed. And she watched it all through tearful eyes and through mind-blowing orgasm after vow-shattering orgasm.

Then, when Rob was only halfway in and Ahsoka lost count of her climaxes, Barriss climbed atop the table and over Ahsoka's prone form, straddling herself over the Togruta's head, Barriss' bare, sodden pussy obscuring all of Ahsoka's vision. Without a single word, Barriss lowered her crotch to Ahsoka's mouth, and the latter cautiously extended her tongue towards the slick entrance.

Barriss' essence exploded on her tongue - tangy and sweet and sour and salty all a once, in the most pleasant way possible. Her first taste was exploratory, just the tip of the tongue. Her second grew more bold, firmly pressing the body of her tongue against both swollen lips of the divine green cunt before her. With her third taste, Ahsoka threw caution to the wind, diving in and tasting the entirety of it. Labia and mons and clit and the sweet, pink interior. Ahsoka felt absolute pleasure bloom in her heart, as Barriss yowled in heat. She made her happy, she made her so, so happy...

But even as Ahsoka returned the favour and hungrily lapped at Barriss' pussy, Rob began to thrust, slow and steady, filling Ahsoka's tunnel even more, stretching it even more, creating sensations beyond her wildest imagination. Ahsoka moaned into Barriss' clitoris, as her hips bucked subconsciously to match Rob's rhythm, throwing her legs and feet around his wide waist, holding on for dear life.

Barriss orgasmed and sprayed her juices over Ahsoka's chin and mouth. Rob climaxed, sending hot, vicious liquid deep inside Ahsoka - two new experiences that drove her virginal, innocent mind wild.

Fuck the Jedi. Fuck the war. Fuck the galaxy. Fuck everything. Those were the only thoughts in Ahsoka's head. She didn't need any of that. All she needed was Barriss.

And Rob.

It was the dead of night when the three finally disentangled, Rob pulling out and Ahsoka contracting her muscles, pushing out a thick slurry of hot seed, dribbling from her distended lips and puddling on the ground. She all but collapsed on the table, weary and exhausted and sore, but in the most satisfactory way possible. Barriss rolled off of her and sidled next to Ahsoka, green mingling with orange, as the two now distinctly ex-Jedi cuddled together.

"So, Ahsoka," Barriss asked sweetly, running fingertips up and down her montrals and lekku, "What is your answer?"

"Hmm, I think... I might need a few more demonstration and experiences to really understand what I'm getting into." Then, with a sly smile, Ahsoka turned to Rob and added, "Master~"

The three fucked until sun-up. Rob was more than willing to teach his two newbie, post-virgin slaves the ways of sex and pleasure and love, and Ahsoka and Barriss were nothing less than sponges, absorbing all of Rob's lessons like they were younglings back at the Academy. He even showcased a power of his, snapping his fingers and cladding them in metal bikini tops and long, skirt-like loin clothes, the traditional slavewear of a Huttese courtesan. But Ahsoka and Barriss' Master wasn't a gross, slimy slug, but the most wonderful many in this galaxy or theirs.

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Make love, not war, and find your own truth. Those would be Ahsoka's words to live by in her brand new life.