Male Human

WIP

"My name is Seraph Brighthand. I'm a male Human."

"Indeed," he muses, typing the details into the terminal. "And what about your eye color?"

"My eyes are gray."

"And hair color?"

"It's white."

You balance on the balls of your feet as he hums a tune, inputting the last of your information. When he finishes, he stands up and pops his back before stepping over to the door.

"Alright, I'll have our medical assistant take over." He opens the door and a young, Mirialan girl steps in. "This is Padawan Meera Tuluuk. She is training to be a healer, and so she will be performing your medical examination."

The Mirialan padawan Meera smiles, her face flush a darker shade as she shifts in place. Master Relnex gives you a wave and then pats her on the shoulder before leaving, the door shutting behind him.

You both stand there for a moment before you clear your throat. "So...."

She stands a little straighter before swallowing. "Right, sorry." She rubs her neck as she crosses the room, setting down a medical kit on a crate. "This is my first time doing a physical examination, so... bear with me, please."

You shrug and offer a friendly a smile. "That's alright. I'm sure you'll do fine."

She blushes again and fumbles with the medical kit, opening it up and pulling out a pair of gloves to slip on. "Alright, for the first part I'll need you to strip, please."

You blink. "What? Really?"

Her entire face is burning up as she wrings her gloved hands. "It is a medical exam...."

You stare at her, then swallow a lump in your throat. Taking a second, you breath in and try your hardest to calm your nerves, focusing your body and mind to keeping a solemn posture.

You are a Jedi. Perhaps not a Knight just yet, but still a Jedi, nonetheless. The teachings and lessons of your masters are embodied in you. Balance. Peace. Harmony.

Giving a nod, you grip the hem of your robe tightly, a sudden sense of self-consciousness overwhelming you. However, you close your eyes and breathe in, then out. Your focus leaves your body and seeks outwards, to the world around you.

There is nothing to fear. Not ****. Not pain. Not nudity. The **** is your ally, and a powerful ally it is.

Steeling yourself, you undo the binding wrapped around your waist, which fastens your robe. Then, you slip off the robe itself, leaving your chest bare. Your flush runs down your neck, turning your collar pink as you bend down to slip off your pants. Your feet follow, and then you are left with your compression briefs.

Taking a moment, you inhale a breath to cool your nerves. At the same time, you peek at Padawan Meera, who is staring with wide eyes. She seems as embarrassed as you are, which in and of itself is a pretty big confidence boost. The moment your eyes meet, she squeaks and turns back to her medical kit.

"A-Alright, so I'll need to take some measurements." She moves over and steps in front of you. "If I, um... Ahem, if I overstep any boundaries or make you uncomfortable, please don't be afraid to tell me so."

You nod, swallowing as an unfamiliar ball of energy sizzles in the pit of your stomach.

You suck in a breath as she presses her hands to your chest, running them over your pecs and abs. Her touch is gentle and her breath is hot. That feeling in your stomach, that sensation, its akin to the thrill you experience when you spar, the sudden buzz of excitement that pushes you to fight harder and faster. Yet, it does not surge through you like a rush of energy.

It lingers, tingles in you. And it only gets stronger the lower she goes, moving further down until she's examing your crotch.

You pray she doesn't pay any attention to thr bulge in your briefs.

****, you were feeling lightheaded. For a moment, it almost seems like she mouths "wow" while gazing up at you. Her face is soft and cute, and her eyes sparkle.

You so desperately want to put a voice to the ball of energy that has seemingly erupted inside of you, to let it out. To give it an escape. It's as if it were burst like a bubble- No, as if it'd freed itself from a cage, a prison. It feels hot now, almost like molten durasteel that drains south to your manhood.

Kriff. Kriff. Kriff.

"Alright, I think that was everything."

You breathe a sigh of relief as she sets her datapad down, still squatting in front of you.

"So, we're done?"

"Well, there's one last thing I need to check." She blushes again. "I need you to remove your briefs, please."

"I- What?"

"Knight Relnex should have told you that some of the information lost was personal. That includes, um, well, the medical status of your genitals."

"I, uh-" You grab your waistband while stammering. "Yeah, I guess that's alright...."

"Everything will be fine." She gives a coy smile as she pulls on your waistband. "This is all purely academic-"

She's cut off when your cock is freed, springing up and back to slap her cheek. She squeaks and falls on her butt.

"Sorry!"

"No, it's fine!" She wipes a hand over her cheek, wipping off a dribble of your pre-cum. "Th-This is good, actually. I needed a sample of your sperm."

Your face is really hot and your cock is even harder. She tries not to look you in the eye.

"So, do you- Ahem, do you need more samples?"

"...Yes." She grabs a small bottle and brings it over. "I'll just need to extract it by hand, so... Um, please, if you feel uncomfortable-"

"I don't."

Your heart is racing. Your brain is crashing. And your body is quite possibly melting, but there's nothing more important on your mind than having a pretty girl give you a handjob. Even if it's just in the name of science-

You gasp as she grabs your cock, her gloves hands cold. She looks up at you, but you give a reassuring smile. Slowly, she moves her hands up, then down.

"Is this stimulating?"

"Y-Yeah... you should go faster."

She nods and picks up the pace. Her fingers curl around your length, gripping it as she gets into a rhythm. Soon, she's full on pumping your dick, jerking you off with all she has.

Every stroke sends a pulse deep into you, lighting your core up. You can feel your insides burning and you need to let it out before it consumes you.

"Meera!" You groan and grip the crate behind you. "I'm going to-"

"Do it!"

You grunt as you ejaculate, your first spurt of cum splashing on her face. She yelps and falls back again, then fumbles to hold the bottle up as she keeps stroking. She catches the second rope, then the third.

For a while, you both sit there panting. Then, you speaks up. "That was... exciting."

~

"You can come in now!"

You lean against the crate, legs crossed and head bowed, as Knight Weller returns. He lools at Meera, who keeps her face bowed. You'd grabbed a towel for her and she'd cleaned off most of your spunk out of her hair, though, there was still some stuck in there.

"Once again, I do apologize if any part of the examination was invasive." She rubs her neck and makes to leave, but stops to lool at you. "I... I do hope we meet again, Padawan Brighthand. May the **** be with you."

She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and leaves. You stare after her, then turn to Knight Weller, who is going over the data she collected.

"Alrivht, everything seems to be in order." He looks to you. "I hope you weren't too troubled by the procedure?"

"It was alright." You rub your neck, and your thighs. "Besides, a Jedi must be willing to do anything if it serves the needs of others, right?"

You give a coy smile as he chuckles and rubs his chin. "I suppose, but we, as Jedi, must know when our service is needed and when it is not."

Apparently, it was needed now, because in that moment, his holocom rang.

"Strange." He furrowed his brow and answered the call. "I'm getting an emergency signal-"

"-under attack!" The holocom of a robed Bith appeared, wielding a practice saber as he fended off an unseen assailant. "Repeat, under attack! Flesh Raiders are invading the Padawan Training Grounds! They have blasters! Send help!"

You both stare as the transmission cuts out. Then, however, Knight Weller lowers his holocom and muses, "Flesh Raiders? Armed with blasters? He must be mistaken!"

His face isn't confident, the shadow of doubt crossing it.

"What are these things?" You step forward, leaving behind recent, humiliating events. "Animals?"

He explains that they are a species of hostile natives. They're prone to **** and intelligent enough to wield primitive weaponry. They'd attacked before, coming in waves and raiding parties. There was no true logic to their assaults, only primal blood lust and a desire for anything shiny.

"So, what do we do?" You cross your arms and watch him hurry over to the terminal.

"I'm sending every able-bodied Jedi down to the Padawan Training Grounds right away—especially you!"

You nod and listen as he directs you down towards the landing pads. There will be a shuttle to take you where you need to go, and once there, you should find out if they really are using advanced weaponry.