Over Aayla’s shoulder

Darkness clouded Anakins sight, the only sounds he heard being muffled and distant. Consciousness eluded him, only brief moments of blurry light illuminated the void his mind found itself in.

Then, he felt something once more, a constant shifting of motion, and as light returned to his eyes he found he was staring down at the ground rushing beneath him… and at the most lovely blue ass he thought he’d ever seen pumping out step after step in a **** sprint.

“Wake up Skywalker! Hurry!” Aayla pleaded as she rounded another corner, Saber in one hand and passed out Jedi Knight slung over her shoulder.

“A-Ayla?.. what happened?…” Anakin tried to ask but Aayla was hardly able to answer.

“No time! Get on your feet we have to move!” Aayla demanded, lowering Anakin to his feet and ushering him to keep running with her. Anakin shook himself awake and started to move with her.

“Where are we going? Where are Ahsoka and Obi-Wan?..” He asked.

“They took them, and they’ll get us too unless we can lose them!” Aayla exclaimed, keeping up the pace of her running to not lose momentum but also not to leave Anakin alone.

Took them? Who took them? It was still hard to remember…

Then he did, the chamber, the ambush of Luminara, Barriss, and even their own clones! Obi-Wan being restrained and Ahsoka being violated…

Anakin felt a surge of rage bubble in his chest, urging for him to turn around and fight, but Aayla grabbed at his hand as they ran.

“I can sense your concern, but we cannot help them if we get caught ourselves!” Aayla pleaded with Anakin.

Anakin wanted to protest, to insist they should stand in fight, but he was **** into silence when he looked back to Aayla once more and realized he was seeing even more of her blue skin than normal… and then blushed as it became clear that she was completely naked. Her clothes having been torn when the clones got a hold of her, now her athletic azure ass cheeks were pumping out step after step in her mad dash and Anakin could see the sides of her breasts bouncing in front of her as well.

It was enough to get him to not respond before Aayla pointed to something off to the side.

“There! Jump!” Aayla commanded and did so immediately, Anakins gaze following her as she used the **** to leap up behind a statue of a voluptuous woman standing aside another much like it. As Aayla grabbed at the statues head and twisted behind it out of sight, Anakin realized her intent and surged the **** through his own body to jump as well and land on the other other statue. He quickly stepped forward and hung down behind the statue, waiting as the pattering in the halls grew louder, steady, and then died down growing further and further away after a few moments.

“It seems we lost them.” Aayla observed, before dropping herself back down to the ground. Anakin followed soon after, glancing down the hall to be sure. It was empty… for now.

“Okay, coast seems clear. But… What exactly is happening here?!” Anakin inquired, a clear fire in his voice as he did.

Aayla crossed her arms, both to contemplate and it seemed to cover her dark blue nipples as they hung from her naked chest.

“I do not know. Something about this place is affecting our minds, and those of our troops. I’ve felt it since we arrived, and caught myself thinking such… devious thoughts.” Aayla admitted, her hand leaving her crossed stance to almost absentmindedly reach between her legs and gently rub at her exposed and evidently wet pussy.

Anakin **** himself to look away, but even he had to admit he’d been having such odd urges and desires since arriving in this place. From the “artwork” to the way he’d caught himself looking at Ahsoka from behind…

“I see it’s affecting you too.” Aayla said, and Anakin raised a brow before she pointed between his legs. Sure enough, a tent was formed at his crotch, presenting his concealed boner from beneath his robes. Anakin blushed and moved a hand to cover it.

“S-sorry Master Secura! I just…” Anakin tried to explain, but then he felt Aaylas hand rest on his and the Twi‘Lek stepped closer.

“It is not your fault, but we won’t get far if this sensation is influencing our every move. We have to counteract it.” Aayla declared, pressing gently to move Anakins hand to the side before her free hand reached down and began to gently caress at his bulge. Anakin gasped and took a step back, but he found only a wall behind him and a Aayla pressed against him in front.

Looking down at her, Anakin could see her blue milk jugs pressing against his arm, staring down into the crevice between her tits like it was an unending void he couldn’t pull his gaze from.

Aaylas hand explored Anakins bulge some more, wrapping around it gently and starting to stroke it through the fabric of his robes.

“M-master Secura… What are you doing?…” Anakin asked as his cock was being stroked through his clothes.

“We can’t afford to be distracted. This place is making our carnal desires cloud our judgement. The only way to focus… is to satisfy them.” Aayla explained, looking up into Anakins gaze, her face maintaining a stern and determined expression… but with her lip caught between her teeth as she lightly bit at it.

Anakins mind raced. He couldn’t do this… he was married! And he was a Jedi! But then again, he wasn’t supposed to be married as a Jedi anyway…