Nightly Meditation

I try to settle in for bed, but my thoughts are a mess.

I've trained for this. I and try to mediate first, focusing my thoughts.

Immediately I sense something is out of place. There's something wrong with how the **** feels in the camp.

I briefly reach out, gripping the corrupted **** and pulling it towards me. At first I feel nothing, then suddenly a pulse ripples through my body. I shudder, moanly as my cunt drips with need.

Fuck!

I quickly reverse your pull and I feel the lust drain out of my body.

This must be the work of the Sith presence in camp. The refugees out there must have no idea, and they're helpless to resist it.

What should I do? I think back over my training. My Jedi Tutor, Master Valerie taught me a technique that could help. With a little effort I could form a bubble of purified **** around my tent, which should give me protection from the corruption while I sleep.

But such things are not subtle. If a Sith is here, then eventually they'll notice it.

Time to make a choice.