Their urges don’t vanish so easily…

Anakin laid on his back, hand crossed on his forehead as he panted heavily from the ravenous breeding he’d just had with Aayla. He had only intended to let her stroke his cock a little, perhaps get a blowjob or even a titjob from the blue beauty to make these thoughts vanish… but before he knew it his robes had been discarded and he was balls deep in her pussy!

Worse still, he had pumped her full of his cum, feeling blast after blast of his seed painting her womb. He’d gotten her pregnant for sure… What would Padme think?… How could he even explain any of this to her when he returned? If he returned.

But even that seemed impossible. Because despite his exhaustion from the act of fucking Aayla raw, he didn’t really feel any different. His thoughts drifted from worrying about what Padme would think to if she would want to join in a threesome with the two of them, her moans mixed with Aaylas as they all embraced in a hot and passionate…

“Master Secura… I’m not sure that… W-worked?…” Anakin begun to pant, but then felt a sensation between his legs as though a hand had grasped it once more before something wet and warm wrapped around it instead. When he looked down, he saw Aaylas head bobbing up and down his already hard again shaft.

“Gluck Gluck Gluck Mmmmf!” The sounds of Aaylas sloppy lips eagerly massaging Anakins shaft once more made him wince and let out a soft moan but still he was perplexed.

“Master… Aayla… What are you doing?!” Anakin managed to mutter out as he tried to sit up, leaning against a wall as his cock was being devoured.

With a soft POP of her lips, Aayla brought her mouth off Anakins cock to look at him, at first her mouth wide to pull in as much air as possible but then thinning into a devious smirk as her hand took over massaging Skywalkers shaft.

“I can’t help it, Skywalker. If I had known you were packing this beast between your legs, I would have let you fuck me sooner.” Aayla cooed, planting a kiss on Anakins cock head that made him wince in pleasure once more.

“Aayla… What are you saying? The whole point of us doing this was to control ourselves!” Anakin tried to reason, but Aayla lowered her head and stuck her tongue out to lick up his cock from balls to head.

“Mmmm that was the plan, but one little filling isn’t enough for me. I want to make you cum over and over, in my pussy and my mouth and on my tits and my ass… I want you every way there is.” Aayla admitted, and Anakin blushed heavily hearing her talk like such a slut. What had happened to the Jedi Master he’d walked into this temple with?!

“We have to stop this… Indulging the urges… They’re not making them less potent… It’s making it worse!” Anakin declared, reaching down to try and **** Aayla off his cock, but Aayla hopped back before leaping forward to straddle atop the young Jedi Knight.

“You can’t lie to me, Skywalker. Your mouth says no but your body and your thoughts scream that you want this just as much as I do.” Aayla countered, reaching down and gripping Anakins cock once more before lining it up with her waiting and eager pussy lips, still leaking his previous load back down onto his shaft.

Anakin didn’t know how to respond. It was true, his cock was rock hard once again and he was actively fighting the urge to grope Aaylas blue tits and ass as she was right on top of him, and more and more he thought of the different positions they could employ and the hours of debauchery they could indulge in… it was intoxicating!

And it only got worse when Aayla lowered herself onto his cock once more, forcing a loud moan from both of their lips as her hips clapped against his.

“Aayla!”

“Anakin!!”

Skywalkers hands moved on their own, grabbing at Aaylas ass cheeks to encourage her to keep bouncing on his shaft, which Aayla eagerly obliged squatting up and down in a rapid motion while her tits bounced in his face.

Where once there had been two younger but disciplined and noble Jedi Knights now bounced and thrusted two mortals consumed by their own Lust. Thoughts of escape, rescue of their friends, of resistance to this sensation overwhelming them lost in a flurry of thrusts and an echo of moans.

So lost in fact they didn’t notice when they had an audience, as a figure rounded the corner and observed the two Jedi fucking each others brains out…