A step back before going forward

Previously….

Ahsoka sighed, pushing back the datapad once again. This is hard. She thought. The lesson wasn’t hard, but the Jedi text on control were written to be as bland as possible. Master Yoda called it gripping material, but in a tone that suggested it was anything but. Only the Jedi could write about sexual techniques in this way.

Ahsoka knew it was absurd on some level. A Jedi derives such pleasure from sex and their entire bodies were made for sex, but to approach it in such a matter of fact approach was mind boggling. Her hand drifted to her member and rubbed the thick base. It had been erect for nearly an hour by her estimation. 18 inches of orange Togruta cock stuck out of the barely there skirt she wore. A skirt that seriously skimped by the Jedi rules regarding clothing. The number of times her cock popped out during her maneuvers or someone touched her or just approaching a **** nexus were beyond count. She assumed she’d have to put a sock over it but that idea quickly fell apart.

Rubbing provided little relief for her. Ahsoka was about to push off the table and find a vacant relief room when a pair of tits pressed into her back and hands covered her eyes. “Guess who?”

She didn’t need to. “Hi Barriss.”

“You didn’t even guess.” The green skinned alien replied, removing her hands and pouting. Ahsoka turned and took in the sight of her friend and lover. Barriss, like all Mirialians, had skin that was a pleasant shade of green. Across the bridge of her nose a line of purple diamond shaped tattoos flickered in the light.

“Please, I know these tits anywhere.” Ahsoka prodded a nipple and elicited a moan from her friend. “Why are you here?”

“Just stopping by. Seeing how you’re studies are going.”

“Hard.”

“I can’t tell.” Barriss giggled.

“Not that!” The orange girl turned back to the table. “This is so dull. I’ll be drummed out for sure.”

“No you won’t.”

“What makes you say that?” One of Ahsoka’s head appendages flicked; an involuntary response to interest.

“I may have heard you’re getting assigned a Jedi.”

“Please, you’re joking.” A little spark of hope welled up in her.

“You know Annie?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Seems she’ll be your new master.” Barriss moved and leaned against the table, smoothing out her robe. Unlike Ahsoka, Barriss had some degree of modesty. Though modesty for a Jedi accounted for little. Her breasts pressed out against her form fitting robes; turgid nipples threatening the integrity of the fabric. Far below, said robe was in a battle between her butt and the swell of her cock. The outline of the member traced to nearly her knee. Barriss was strong in the ****.

“How do you know?” Ahsoka asked curious about this turn of events. The Togruta was certain she was about to be drummed out of the order for lack of restraint, not be assigned one of biggest up and coming Jedi of the order.

“A little bird told me.” In truth, Barriss knew that her master had a slight crush on the Padawan and had arranged for her continued training. That was partially correct. She didn’t know that Master Windi assigned them together so Annie would have an outlet for her more aggressive tendencies and Ahsoka would hopefully be able to learn more control.

Ahsoka stood, wincing as she whacked her cock on the table, then again when it hit a table leg. She swept up the datapad and held it to her large bosom. “This is great news!”

Barriss smiled, that gentle smile that told Ahsoka she was in good hands. The green skinned woman wrapped a hand around her own. “I know exactly how to go celebrate!”

The earth shook as Palpatine approached the college. Miles passed with each step of her gigantic frame. Airspeeders and spacecraft alike buzzed by her head, but she paid little attention to the mere gnats that barely hindered much less haltered her progress. Far ahead and below, the dome of the Senate building and the senators within were unaware of the approaching danger. Her cock, a mere two feet long to him but miles long to onlookers, swung with every step; a trail of precum following in her wake. Finally she reached her goal. Seizing her massive member in both hands she began to pump the awakened beast with gusto. Her cantaloupe sized balls bubbled and churned with a gigantic load of cum ready to coat the senate.. Palpatine was going to give it a taste of her power; a gush of cream that no senator nor staff would ever forget. How were they reacting to her magnificent miles tall height? How would they react to his godly cum as it came splashing down upon the building? It was hard to say, from her height she couldn’t make out individuals. Yet she pictured some fleeing in terror while other still ran towards her divine seed. Let them. She thought as she neared orgasmic relief. The head of her cock flared in size as hands pumped even harder. This orgasm was going to be one for the record books.

Palpatine awoke in a puddle of jizz. Her own jizz. After her evening with Sly Moore she had retired back to her chambers. Not the chambers assigned to her as Chancellor, but those that she had maintained on Coruscant. This was her private tower that she maintained for herself and her daughter. That was intense. She thought, rubbing her chin as she peeled away from the sticky mass of spent cum. Her cock was at a relatively compact size of 18 inches, yet with every passing second as her mind wandered to her dream it plumped up; engorging with life.

Palpatine could feel the senate buildings’ domed roof in her hands. The duracrete and polished durasteel resisting her grip for mere seconds before the edifice buckled. She cast aside the roof, sending it careening off into orbit, a skyhook, the ground, she didn’t even care, like a frisbee. All the mattered was the raw display of power. Inside the Grand chamber of the senate hundreds if not thousands of representatives from all over the galaxy starred up in awe as Palpatine rubbed her erect member with both hands. Faster and faster she went until her hands were a blur across the cock and her hips thrust with every movement.

Back in reality, thick jets of cum rocketed out of her member. Each blast more than a Jedi could produce in a week. Her first shot splattered against a transparasteel window and sent cum raining around the room. Her following shot did much the same. She kept cumming, her balls drawing on some of her **** reserves to continually paint the wall and floor of her apartment until she could take no more. After nearly a minute of continually orgasm it finally settled back down; her cock dropping to a flaccid state but continually leaking jizz.

Was that a vision of the future? She wondered; looking at the batter spread out in front of her. No matter, sooner or later it would all become reality.