Blood for blood (Scene)

You remember what you saw, the carnage and the defilement of your fellow padawan. It lights a fire in you, something that burns hot and angry.

"I'll help you fight back." You ball a hand into a fist. "Let's show them that the Gnarls are ours."

The gung-ho padawan grins while the Zabrak padawan bows his head. "So be it."

You spend some time going over a battle plan. They provide the locations of Flesh Raider encampments they've seen, and you mark them down on your holomap. With your targets found, you agree to spearhead the attack while they flank from behind. Together, you should be able to push the Flesh Raiders out for good.

Leading the charge, you take on the invaders who dared to harm your fellow padawan. You burn their camps, tear apart their supplies, and cut a swath through their numbers. It's not long before they push back, which you respond to by pushing harder. Your relentless **** drives them back to the beaches, and in the end, not a single Flesh Raider remains standing.

The thrill of battle still sizzles in you, so you raise your weapon high and cheer. Then, looking around, you search for your compatriots.

You find them a bit away, recovering in the shadow of a tree. The previously injured padawan is ****, his wounds taking their toll and bringing him close to the edge. The Zabrak padawan is similar, barely able to stand as he rests under the tree. And then the gung-ho padawan....

Her robes are gone, likely torn from her body. She is practically nude, save for her boots and gloves. Bloody marks crisscross her body as she struggles to prop herself up on the ground.

"Are you alright?"

She looks at you and smiles weakly. "Yeah, I'm good. Stupid animals tried to kriff me." She holds up her weapon, bloodied and nearly broken. "They didn't get the chance."

Though you are victorious, you can't help but feel a tinge of guilt. So, activating the beacon, you call a shuttle to pick the padawans up. It arrives minutes later, and takes the back to the med-center.

Just as you wave them off, your holocom rings and you answer. Knight Weller himself appears, both his hands gripping a wounded leg while he looks you over.

"You're unharmed." He sighs in relief. "Good. Flesh Raider shot me in the leg while I was rescuing some padawan."

He explains that most of the padawan are accounted for, and that he himself has evacuated to a med-center. However, the fight is far from over. More Flesh Raiders are pouring into the valley, but luckily, a padawan's discovered the cave they've been using to do so.

He wants you to go there, to stem the tide. You wonder why, but the answer is clear. You've held your own against the tide, and now you are the only one left to keep going.

You head off at once, fighting your way across the training grounds until you reach a cave at the foot of a cliff bordering the valley.

Flesh Raiders patrol the entrance, but you lay them low quickly. You meet some resistance further in, but they are dealt with easily. All that's left is the tunnel itself, a carved passage in the back of the cave.

You expected some guards. Maybe a big Flesh Raider to hold the position.

What you hadn't expected was the Human man beating a Bith padawan. He strikes the weapon from his hand and kicks him over. A pair of Flesh Raiders, marked with tribal tattoos, cheer him on as he stomps on the Bith's chest, then uses the **** to push him into a pile of crates.

You rush over as he monologues, speaking about weakness and evolution.

"Leave him alone!" You raise your weapon as the Flesh Raiders snarl and the man eyes you.

His gaze lingers on your womanly figure before lifting to your face. You glare at him, he hums in return. "You are... dangerous." He smiles and holds a finger to you. "You killed my men."

You arch an eyebrow, then glance at the Bith. He coughs and holds his chest as he struggles to stand. "Be... careful...." He hacks and stumbles over to you. "This man looks like a Jedi, but something is wrong with him." He gestures at the guards. "He commands the Flesh Raiders."

You purse your lips and swallow, then narrow your eyes at the stranger. “This ends now.”

His eyes narrow too, and in an instant he ignites a lightsaber. "The old order is dead! Long live the new order!"

He prepares to charge, but your stance lets you crouch then jump. You sail through the air, giving a cry as you hold your weapon overhead. In the blink of an eye, your weapon meets his own in a clash of sparks.

Suddenly, however, his guards raise their blasters and you barely have time to jump back as they open fire. Red bolts fly past you as you somersault over him and land gracefully into a spin. Your blade catches a Flesh Raider's side and it bellows in agony as it keels over.

The other beast roars and charges at you, but you wait until the last second to jump back and strike its back. It falls over dead, collapsing into a heap alongside the other one.

With both of them down, you are left with the fallen Jedi. He sneers as you harden your expression, taking a stance as he grips his lightsaber.

"Die!"

He leaps at you, fully prepared to bring down his weapon on your head. You intercept his attack with your weapon, raising it overhead. Both blades clash in a shower of sparks before they swing about and clash again, and again, and again.

You engage in a flurry of blows, matching his ferocity with your calm demeanor. In the end, however, his rage and fury are not enough for yours.

Or so you thought.

Maybe its pride, or maybe you’ve lost yourself to the heat of battle, but whatever the case, you make the fatal error of locking weapons with him again. As your practice sabers crackles against his lightsaber, you try to press your weight against him.

In the blink of an eye, he twirls around your left and snatches your wrist. Caught off-guard, your grip loosens and rips your hand off your weapon. Momentum pulls him and your left arm aside, leaving you exposed as he raises a foot and kicks you in the side.

You stumble and fall, landing on your back with a grunt. Dazed, you struggle to get up, but it’s already too late. The opening is all he needs to swing and knock your practice saber out of your hand.

“No!” You reach for it in vain, then look over as the tip of his lightsaber burns the air in front of your face.

“Pathetic.” He scowls, then moves his gaze downwards. Slowly, his lips curve in a smirk. “But, I suppose, you have merit in other areas.”

With a flick of his wrist, he slices and cuts open your robes. You gasp as the layers of fabric fall over your breasts, letting in a soft breath of air. Your nipples harden as you stare in shock, all the while he raises a hand and clenches it.

“Wh-What are you-”

You look up to find his hand in front of you. In an instant, you feel the **** contort around you, warping as the cave walls blur and the other padawan’s cries muffle.

You feel like you’re floating, yet you know you’re just lying on debris-ridden ground. Your eyes can’t focus on anything except for the man above you, who continues to smirk as he lowers his lightsaber to touch the binding around your waist. He cuts through it, then raises his other hand to reach through the **** once more.

It contorts around your pelvis, curling around the waistband of your pants and briefs. In a smooth movement, he pulls both down your legs, exposing the petals of your virgin flower.

“I’m going to enjoy this.”

Your mind is muddled until you feel hands on your body. A mumble falls out of your mouth while they brush over your stomach, feeling the shape of your abdomen. After a moment, they roam north to cup the mounds of your chest. You groan and struggle weakly as they squeeze and grope, holding your breasts with a grip as thumbs rub your nipples.

Instinctively, you gasp and arch your back as pleasure blossoms in you. It's like an eruption of heat that seethes for a moment before it shoots southward, to your loins. There it nests and grows, glowing hotter and hotter as your nether lips slicken.

"Impatient, aren't we?" A chuckle sounds over you as you hear rustling, like clothes being undone. "Very well, we'll get right to it."

One hand squeezes one of your tits while the other swiftly glides down your body. It brushes over your stomach, navel, and finally settles on your sex. It cups your flower, holding it in its palm before retracting and pulling a finger between the petals.

You coo and mewl, unable to do anything else but react to the ministrations. Fingers dance on your labia, pressing and pulling before parting them to reveal your pink intimacy. Another finger touches your womanhood, eliciting a slick sound as it gathers your juices. You give a trembling breath at the image, but then it hitches as the finger jams itself into you.

Meanwhile, the man chuckles once more and removes his hand. A second later, you feel the head of his cock presses against your nether lips, pushing between them to touch your sex. Your breath hitches the split-second before he thrusts into you with a grunt. A choked cry escapes you as your brain tries to process the flare of sensations erupting from your nethers.

"Kriii- Argh!" You arch your back as he draws back, then slams into you again. "Kriff!"

The fallen Jedi gives no quarter, thrusting wildly as he holds onto your waist. His cock stretches your virgin hole, the walls of your vagina constricting his length as he pushes in deep. You can almost feel the tip pushing against your cervix.

“So tight!” He reaches up and paws at one of your breasts, groping it firmly while the other jiggles about.

As you begin to come back into your own mind, you dare to glance down the valley of your cleavage. The man smirks as he throws himself into every thrust, pounding you without remorse. Your legs, thrown over his shoulders, flail helplessly with every smack of his hips against your ass. You can feel your pussy lubricating, as well as a heat blossoming in your loins.

Trying to ignore it, you look away and feel the cave floor against your cheek. You try to heave in a trembling breath, but a second later, it escapes you as a throaty groan.

"Kriiiff!" You grab at the debris-ridden floor, trying to find to hold onto as he rocks you back and forth. "P-Please!"

You don't know if he can hear you, but suddenly his thrusts become faster. A squeak falls out of your lips, followed by a throaty groan as your juices begin to splatter your thighs.

You can feel yourself reaching a peak, the pent up heat in the pit of your stomach nearly at a climax. A deep desire comes out of you, climbing up your throat and falling out of your mouth, "Yeees- Ahh!"

Suddenly, without warning, he grips your hips and slams himself as deep as he can go into you. His dick stretches you to your limits just before it twitches against your walls. Realization dawns on you the moment his cock erupts with gooey spurts.

You can feel his cum flooding the tiny space between the tip of his prick and your cervix, filling you up entirely. Then, just when you thought you had a moment to breathe, he slides out and slams right back in. His spunk gushes out around his member, slathering your labia and dripping down between your asscheeks.

For a while, you lay there with your cheek against the ground, taking in hoarse breaths. Then, that fire in your loins burns hotter and you try to thrust up against him.

Unfortunately, he chooses then to pull out of you, grasping his slick cock and giving it a few strokes. He shoots a few ropes of spunk, splattering them over you. One lands across your hair and face, sticking your hair against your forehead and splattering over your cheek. Another two fall on your breasts, pooling in the valley between them. The final one stains your stomach and reaches all the way down to your pussy.

With his work done, he gets up and leaves you splayed out on the cave floor, naked and exhausted. Your abused flower drips your fluids and his cum, oozing out in a gooey mess.

"Kr-Kriff...." You can barely form words as you struggle to regain control of your body.

You can hear him cackling as he pulls his pants back up. As he does though, you muster the strength to push yourself upright and glance around. Your vibrosword lies nearby, not close enough to grab by hand, but with the ****….

Squeezing your eyes shut, you reach a hand out and breathe in. The **** flows around you, swirling and churning from the chaotic storm of emotions that’d just occurred. You push through the interference however, ignoring the radiating desire from your sex as you focus your will on your weapon.

You hear it clatter on the floor, then scratch before it flies over. Your hand grips the handle and you open your eyes. Your practice saber is in your hand, and with a cry, you twist around to slash at the fallen Jedi.

He turns with wide eyes, caught off-guard as your weapon slices through his side. He gasps, then stumbles, lightsaber dropping from his hand. He touches his wound, blood already ebbing from it before he looks up at you in shock.

“But- No… I can’t-” He swallows, then stumbles over a body of a Flesh Raider. “N-No! I can’t be….”

He falls silent, but you stare for an eternity longer before clapping draws your attention away. Nearby, the Bith padawan watches in awe, and you flush red as you try to cover up.

"That was amazing!" The Bith padawan stumbles over. "I thought we were dead!"

You give him a look as you heave in breaths, then shuffle over to retrieve the fallen Jedi's lightsaber. It's then that a newcomer arrives, an older man dressed in Jedi robes and carrying himself with the discipline of a warrior.

"You two alright?" He eyes your disheveled appearance. "What happened?"

You exchange looks with the Bith and he turns to the man, addressing him as Master Orgus. He explains everything, from the fallen Jedi to the Flesh Raiders he commanded, then the battle and its aftermath. Master Orgus hums at every detail, then gives you a sympathetic look.

“Afraid I don’t have any extra clothes I can spare, sorry.”

“Great...” You grumble, then handle the lightsaber in your hands anxiously.

You hold it up and study it, then hand it over to the master. The moment he lays eyes on it, however, he freezes up. "There's something familiar about it. Strange." He clips it to his belt, then turns to the tunnel entrance. "Alright, you two. Step back."

You obey and help your fellow padawan get to a safe distance as Master Orgus lifts a single hand. His eyes close as he breathes in, then out.

You feel the **** ripple, then surge. You can feel his will in the tides that crash against the tunnel, that morph around the passage's structure and squeeze.

Within moments, it collapses, becoming sealed.

You gape in awe as he smacks his hands, cleaning them of dust. "That should do for now."

"I want to learn how to do that...."

He gives you an amused look. "Spend a few decades practicing, and you'll pick it up in no time."

The Bith padawan pipes up then, asking if it's safe to travel through the training grounds again. Master Orgus claims there are still raiding parties roaming about, but he'll be able to escort him to the nearest med-center.

You, though, he wants you to report to the Jedi Council. Alone. Naked, and cum-stained.

Kriff….