You will participate

"I would like to make the journey."

Yuteph Phan smiles and bows his head in respect. "So be it. Allow me to explain the details."

The ceremony is a metaphor for the Twi'lek's immigration to Tython. Before they came here, they were homeless with little to nothing on their backs. It was Kolovish who guided them, who held the torch and guided them across the dark of space to this place. So to do the people of Kalikori, as well as the padawan willing, relive their plight to understand the hardships they endured.

In terms of the definitive rules, Yuleph explains that you must strip bare and ascend the path leading up the ridge. Along the way, there will be beacons that must be lit by a torch he will give you. Failure to light the beacons will result in the ritual being incomplete. However, if you succeed in lighting them all, then you may proceed to the tower at the end of the path where you will find Kolovish.

Taking a deep breath, you reach for your waist wrap. In the seconds that follow, Yuleph waits patiently but does not leer at your bare figure. That can't be said for the other Twi'lek villagers, who hoot and holler as you strip naked in front of them.

Your face is burning up as you cover your breasts and womanhood, trying to keep a modicum of dignity. However, that is taken away from you when Yuleph lights the torch and hands it to you.

"Follow the path." He points to a barely visible beacon uphill. "Light the beacons. Test your will and endurance, and emerge greater."

With that, he sets you off and you go stumbling up the hill hoping no one can get a glimpse of your backdoor or your sex. By the sudden, shrill whistling that pierces the air when you bend over to light the first beacon, they probably did.

The further in you go, the thicker the foliage becomes. More trees shoot up from the ground and boulders become common amongst the undergrowth.

You glance around and watch your step, keeping yourself on the trail. There isn't much in the way of debris to prick your feet, but its uncomfortable to tread barefoot nonetheless. Of course, even more discomforting is the fact that your bare kriffing naked in the wilderness.

What if a Flesh Raider showed up? Or a wild beast?

What if this was an elaborate ploy to catch a young, naive Jedi naked?

You shiver and look around, but no drones hang in the treeline. There aren't any cameras recording or hidden stalkers leering at you.

All there is are the beacons, set upon the path forward.

You stare at it, then shiver as a breeze blows through the wood. Your torch flickers and you panic, then scramble over to light the beacon. It blazes to life and erupts with flames, a pillar of smoke rising up from the top.

You lower the torch for a moment to gaze at the sight. The warmth is inviting and comforting, caressing your naked body. You let out a sigh and sit down on a rock, then immediately regret the decision when you feel dirt clinging to your bottom.

Standing up, you wipe the gunk off your ass. In your frantic haste, though, you end up brushing your nether lips. The mere contact shoots jolt of electricity up your body and you freeze.

A squeak is on the tip of your tongue, but you swallow it. Memories of your arrival on Tython return, and a tingling comes to life in your loins.

That primal need call from inside of you, and you can't help but rub your thighs.

"No!" you hiss, then march forward. "I am a Jedi. There is no emotion, there is peace- Ahh!"

Another breeze blows past, causing goosebumps to raise across your skin and your nipples to harden. Throwing an arm over them was a mistake, as the merest contact gets a soft moan to escape you.

After taking a second to breathe, you march onwards to the third beacon. Lighting it, you look up and see a tower above the trees. The path winds a little further away, but it must wrap around to it.

You tread further in, but the growing heat in your crotch becomes more and more unbearable. A quiet voice in your head asks you to tend to it, but you can't. Can't you?

There's no one around. No one can stop you? Shouldn't any detrimant to your focus be dealt with?

You're dealing with it though, right?

The breeze tickles your skin again, and you suddenly become intimately aware of how wet your thighs are.

Moments later, you find a flat rock to sit on. Wiping away the dirt and debris on it, you sit yourself down and spread your legs. Your lips are glistening and you reach down to spread them. The pink of your womanhood glints in the sunlight shining down and you blush as a tinge of pleasure flows through you.

I shouldn't be doing this. But kriff, it feels good.

Your let your labia settle together againas you move your fingers up, finding your clit. A single rub shoots lightning through you and you throw your head back as a guttural moan escapes you.

One hand is suddenly neading your breast and the other continues rubbing. It gets faster, stronger. You squeeze your breast and rub the nipple while your fingers move to stroke your nether lips.

Whether by accident or intent, you end up dipping a finger inside yourself. Your breath hitches and your back arches. The torch rumbles beside you, sticking out of the ground where you planted it.

Your toes curl and your heels drag on the stone, all the while you wigfle your finger around inside of yourself. Seconds pasz as you subconsciously give weak thrusts with your pelvis, wanting more. Needing more.

Your eyes look to to the torch.

You don't know of Yuleph ever thought about anyone doing this, or if its ever been done before. However, using the **** and your bare handz, you clean the length of the torch and press the tip against your womanhood.

Pushing it in elicits a cry from you, and you only get louder as it stretches you farther then you've ever been before. Albeit, the most you've had in you were your own fingers—two being the maximum.

The torch doesn't get too far inside you. Instead, you pull it out and push it in. Then, back out, and back in. A rhythm works with it as you pant and lay back, working the handle in and out of yourself.

You don't know how long passes az you lie there, kriffing youtself with a torch of all things. Whatever the case, it all ends when your body seizes and you scream. Convulsions rock you as an orgasm crashes through you, coming out in a small squirt of fluids that sizzle in the torch's flame.

You take a moment to breathe, rest, and recuperate. The torch lies beside you, its flame undying while yours settles back at a faint glow in your groi.

"Kriff...." You runa hand along your thigh. "I hope this dries up."

Eventually, you muster the strength to set back on your journey.