Always Be On Guard

Author's note: Hi, everybody! I'm not dead! I just got super busy with work and had no time/motivation to write. But I got the work thing mostly figured out so now I am able to write again and will hopefully begin publishing chapters for both my stories, starting with this one. Enjoy!

“NO!” roared Wes as he used Force Push to send the Twi’lek flying across the room. The lithe former Jedi quickly recovered midair and was able to bounce off the wall and flew right back at the very horny and very angry Sith. Wes quickly used the Force to toss a table at Alema, The table hit its target and sent Alema flying into the wall opposite of the one the table came from. The force of the impact of the table and then the wall made the budding Sith drop the lightsaber and roll away.

Wes quickly made his way to where his newest opponent was and quickly scanned the ground to find his stolen lightsaber. Wes could not spot the saber on the ground near Alema, whose groans indicated she was slowly regaining consciousness. A quick stream of Force Lightning woke the girl up with quite a shock.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” she yelled out as she felt the lightning course through her body, the pain spreading to every cell. Alema shot straight up as the attack rocked her body but as soon as it stopped, she slumped back over. Her bare chest rose and collapsed slowly as she struggled to breath.

Wes checked to make sure his potential killer was once again in a state not to threaten him as he continued his search for his lightsaber. Wes, who felt like a fool, got down on his hands and knees and looked under his bed. There, he saw his lightsaber as it rested directly under the center of his bed. He reached out his hand and grabbed the weapon and got back to his feet just in time for Alema to tackle him.

“Ooof!” Wes let out as the wind was knocked out of him. Alema quickly attempted to wrestle the lightsaber out of Wes’ hands. The two rolled around the ground and on top of each other, both still completely naked. Wes couldn’t help but feel Alema’s pert breasts rub against his chest or her still very wet pussy left sticky trails on his legs and still very hard dick.

“Give me this!” demanded Alema as she moved her head down and bit Wes’ hand.

“Ah! You bitch!” yelled Wes as he grabbed the Twi’lek by one of her lekku and used it to throw her to the side. Alema yelped but surprise but then in agonizing pain as the Sith very roughly handled her sensitive lekku.

“Do you know how much that hurts?!” screamed Alema as she softly rubbed her lekku where Wes had grabbed it.

“Do you think I care?!” asked the very angry Sith as he stood up and made his way over to Alema. Once he got to her, Wes ignited his lightsaber and prepared to strike down this traitor to his master.

“That’s enough, my dear apprentice,” rang Lady Mutaria’s voice over the intercom.

“Master?!” Wes asked as he lowered his balde slightly.

“Yes. I am happy to report you have passed my test!” she said with a jubilant tone.

“Test?” Wes said, flabberghasted. “TEST?!” he repeated, louder and angrier.

“Why of course!” replied his master in a matter-of-fact tone. “I had to make sure that even when you’re in the middle of sex, that my apprentice will make sure to be on guard!” explained Lady Mutaria. “Afterall, an apprentice who cares more about sex than his own life isn’t really worth training, don’t you agree?” she said in a pleasant tone. Wes sighed as he turned off his lightsaber.

“I can see your reasoning,” Wes said, “but I really was looking forward to cumming,” grumbled the blueballed Sith lord.

“Oh, well that’s no problem!” his master told him. “Alema, dear, please provide my apprentice with some much needed sexual relief. Make sure to do anything and everything he wants,” ordered Lady Mutaria.

“Of course, mistress,” Alema said as she sat on her knees. She then got on her hands as well and sensually crawled over to Wes. She made sure to wiggle her ass with every movement. She knew her plan was working as she saw the young Sith’s member rise to attention with every movement she made. “Now, let me take care of this!” she said in a sensual tone as she rubbed her cheek against his dick and licked her lips.

“That won’t be necessary,” Wes said in a cold tone as he pushed the clearly horny Twi’lek away.

“Really? Because your nice and big and thick dick says otherwise,” Alema pointed out as she reached out and started to stroke his dick.

“Yeah, but I won’t spend a night with you, not after this,” Wes told her as he reached down to grab her wrist to move her hand off his dick.

“What a shame,” Lady Mutaria said as she clearly continued to monitor her apprentice’s room. “Alema, sweetie, come to me. You can help me with my sexual release,” she told her servant.

“Gladly mistress!” replied Alema as she got up and went to the door. “If you ever wanna fuck, just let me know. I’ll be glad to make up for tonight,” Alema said with a wink and slap of her ass before she disappeared into the hallway, still completely naked.

“Well shit, this night has turned into a disaster...” Wes said to himself as he sat on his bed, still completely naked. “What am I going to do about you?” Wes asked himself as he grabbed his own, painfully hard member. Wes stroked himself as he idly thought about what to do with his dick. That’s when it hit him. He remembered back to when he first came to the ship. How his master had implied that Captain Rashel would be very willing to do anything for him, and even if she didn’t, she would have to follow his order. A smile slowly crept over his lips as he realized he had found a solution to his “problem.” Wes got up, quickly put on some clothes, and made his way out the door.