RotF Chapter 16

Getting Obi-Wan, Ryoke, and the scroll out of the underground lake and back to the surface is nerve-wracking, but nothing goes wrong.

Enthea and Laki emerge from the temple: Ryoke’s **** form in Laki’s arms, and Obi-Wan in Enthea’s. The wind picks up as they carry the two sleeping Jedi back to the ship, where they clean them up and put them into bed.

“Do you think they’ll be OK?” Enthea asks, looking at Ryoke slumbering beside Obi-Wan under the covers in Obi-Wan’s cabin.

“They’ll sleep for a long time,” Laki predicts. “Maybe even a day or two. Our bodies aren’t intended for this kind of ****.”

“****?”

“Arousal without limit. They’ll both be very sore, but otherwise fine,” Laki says. “Theelin are hardier than humans. Ryoke will recover more quickly. Obi-Wan may struggle. This body is smaller and weaker than his own. Less attractive as well, although it does have some charm. You seemed to like it, anyway.”

“Master Laki!”

“Relax, Padawan. We’d better get clean. We smell like that awful place.”

Enthea hesitates. “Together?” There is only one shower on the ship.

“You can wait if you like, but you were just able to focus well enough to save your life and your master’s. Surely you can bathe yourself as well.”

She’s right.

Enthea still feels shy as she follows Laki to the bathroom and joins her under the water.

“How did you get into this mess?” Laki asks as she soaps up her body. Enthea keeps her back turned.

“It was the bounty hunter. She recorded me. It was a terrible blunder,” Enthea admits.

“For you or for her?”

“Both of us, I imagine. I still don’t understand why she did it.”

“What happened, exactly?”

“She approached me in a bar. I’d… gotten leave to go and relieve my urges, and I thought I could find a pleasure droid. But she came up to me. Before I knew it we were in the bathroom, and…”

“And?”

“And you know.”

“Damn it, Padawan. I want the details,” Laki says with a laugh.

“She used her mouth on me.”

“Ohhh. And this woman is ****-sensitive.”

“Extremely,” Enthea confirms, glad to have that disgusting lake water off her body. She bumps against Laki. “Sorry.”

“I see why she went after you, Enthea. She could feel it in you. She took pity on you.”

“Feel what?”

Laki’s hand falls on Enthea’s shoulder, and Enthea turns around to find Laki closer than expected. Their erections bump together and Enthea feels a jolt.

“This,” Laki says, gesturing at it. “She sensed your need. It was an act of compassion.”

“Perhaps if she hadn’t recorded it,” Enthea replies bitterly.

“Resentment and anger are dangerous, Enthea. Is that what you feel when you think of her?”

“No, I feel,” Enthea says with a sigh. “Like this.” She gestures at her erection. It’s not so embarrassing when Laki has one as well, although Laki’s is bigger.

Laki laughs. “Not one to hold a grudge, eh? I like that. Was she how she did it?” She sinks to her knees, and Enthea’s eyes widen.

“Master?”

“Shh,” Laki says, taking Enthea’s penis in her hand and squeezing it. “Be honest with your needs.”

Enthea whimpers and puts her hand on the towel bar as Laki takes her into her mouth. Just as she did in the cavern below the temple, Laki is a master of technique. She sucks, licks, and pumps with her hand in a perfect rhythm that’s gentle but firm, slow enough not to rush, but fast enough to make Enthea squirm and gasp.

She stops and looks up at Enthea, who has lost all sense of dignity. She stands with her mouth open, naked lust on her face. Laki places her hand on Enthea’s black, bare abdomen and runs it over her skin.

“Don’t worry,” she says. “They won’t wake up anytime soon.”

And Obi-Wan is the last thing on Enthea’s mind when they’re in her cabin and she’s on her side on her bed, Laki behind her, deep inside her. Rather than feeling embarrassed, she loves the way the human Jedi holds up her leg, spreading her wide as she fucks her.

Enthea lets out an especially throaty cry and watches her pale cum spray over the sheets.

“There you are,” Laki says, letting go of her leg and grabbing Enthea’s breast. She squeezes hard and leans in to kiss her, fucking her harder and faster until she erupts inside. Enthea shudders as she feels the scalding, human cum fill her up.

Laki pumps it out, then pulls out and strokes her shaft, letting out a little more of it on Enthea’s black hip. She rolls onto her back with a satisfied sigh, and Enthea does the same, looking over at her uncertainly.

“You have a wonderful body,” Laki tells her, reaching over to lay one hand on Enthea’s thigh. “It’s wasteful for you to suppress your urges and never use it.”

Enthea considers that. “It’s not the Jedi way.”

“The Jedi don’t have to be right about everything,” Laki replies, reaching down to her cock and touching it. She lifts her fingers, which are sticky with cum and Enthea’s juices, rubbing them together. A thin layer of dampness from the shower and sweat covers her, making her scarred body gleam.

Laki notices Enthea’s gaze and body language.

“I’d heard that the refractory period for your species was short. I didn’t realize it was this short,” she says.

Abashed, Enthea tries to hide her erection and the wetness between her legs. It’s not just Laki’s semen leaking out. Laki reaches out and touches her.

“Don’t do that,” she says. “You have to embrace who you are. That means doing what you want to do.”

Enthea hesitates, but her eyes are drawn to Laki’s fist, which strokes her cock. She’s hard again. She gives the human Jedi an uncertain look, and Laki gives her an encouraging one.

Enthea gets up on her knees and climbs on top of Laki, lowering herself onto the pale, slick shaft.

Laki looks up at her approvingly and slaps both hands roughly onto Enthea’s rear end. She squeezes firmly, smiling.

“That’s right,” she says. “That’s the way.”

( End of Episode II, but the Patrons have greenlit Episode III )