Ep V: Chapter 16

Enthea excuses herself to her room after dinner; she’s not about to leave Scora unattended for long, but the **** is quiet here and a Jedi guarding rich, high-profile people should be clean, smell good, and be wearing fresh clothes.

She has also learned to have a little foresight.

In the shower, she places her hands on the glass wall under the warm water, using the technique that Laki taught her. It’s not her normal meditation, but plenty of excitement has built up today. She needs a clear head.

Without a single touch or conscious thought beyond opening herself up to the ****, Enthea’s penis grows hard. After about a minute, semen pours out of her without any **** behind it. It dribbles copiously to the floor of the shower, and she feels all of her tension leaving her.

Enthea dries, dresses, and climbs out of her window. She’s noticeably stronger with the **** when she’s not carrying all that frustration between her legs, and it takes only a few mighty, ****-assisted bounds up the side of the resort to reach the roof. There, she perches at the highest point. A cool breeze rustles her robes as she looks down at Scora’s opulent penthouse.

She can sense that Mandalorian nearby. She’s probably right outside Scora’s door.

Scora’s on the balcony, leaning on the railing as she talks to someone on her communicator. It sounds like Myra’s showering inside.

Enthea is perfectly relaxed. The only surprise in this trip is how well it’s going. She expects to be bored soon enough, but if she has to be bored, it doesn’t hurt to be bored in comfort. Scora’s… well, she’s a lot of things. But among those things is a good hostess. Enthea has to wonder how she got together with a half-Umbaran Alderaanian princess. She’ll probably get a chance to ask.

Enthea enjoys the breeze and the view of the Stormlands. From a distance, the storms are interesting to look at, although not exactly calming. From this far away they just look pretty. Up close they’re violent and deadly.

Her view of the stars is unobstructed. Enthea takes a deep breath and looks up, reaching out with the ****.

She feels Master Yoda and the others. Obi-Wan.

Laki. Blu. And that pale Togruta.

Enthea sighs. There’s no trace of Ryoke out there.

Myra emerges from a bathroom with a cloud of steam, wrapped in a thin, translucent robe. Scora sees her and ends her call, going to the bar to mix drinks.

Enthea watches as Scora and Myra stand together, sipping and speaking. They look cozy but not… smitten; their relationship feels familiar and lived-in. They’re used to each other. They appear to be on the same good terms behind closed doors as they were downstairs.

That’s a relief. The last thing Enthea wants is drama.