Chapter 8

The Togruta call girl has red skin and yellow markings. Her breasts are small but bouncy, her body is firm, and her hips don’t quit. Even on all fours, she pushes back spiritedly, doing her part as Silvi fucks her ruthlessly from behind on the bed.

The girl’s back arches sharply and she lets out a strangled cry. Her pussy squeezes and kneads Silvi’s large cock, trying to coax out the seed.

The Togruta collapses on the bed with a moan, tongue out, panting with her ass in the air. Her walls quiver and squeeze, but Silvi isn’t done. She grabs the girl’s head-tail and yanks on it. The girl yelps and her pussy twitches. Silvi slams in angrily, upping the tempo until the girl’s screams are almost deafening.

Silvi groans angrily and finishes.

The Togruta makes pitiful, choked noises as her body shakes and Silvi pumps out a gallon of thick, sweet Togruta cream inside her. She finally finishes with a grunt, giving the sweaty prostitute a push.

The girl falls on top of the other prostitute, who is still trying to recover from the fucking she got a few minutes ago. Silvi’s cum is still leaking out of her ass. Silvi leaves them and stands up, walking irritably away from the bed on wobbly legs. Her softening cock still twitches and dribbles cum on the floor of the hotel room.

Leaving the two girls behind, she goes into the bathroom and stares at the mirror. Getting off a few times has helped clear her head, but she’s still incredibly angry. Anger is powerful, but it’s also blinding. She’s angry with herself. She could have just killed that bounty hunter. Or she could’ve killed those Jedi.

Well… she’s not sure she could’ve killed the male. Maybe.

She gazes at the reflection of her naked body, large breasts quivering as the aftershocks of her orgasm subside, her soft cock dangling between her legs, still dripping. Pathetic.

A vision flashes into her mind: that bounty hunter, naked underneath her. The feel of that woman’s rod filling her up, and her firm, strong fingers on Silvi’s soft hips.

Silvi should’ve just killed her and taken the hand afterward. There’s no other way to look at it.

The mistake was hers. This is no good. She will need all of her strength and all of her focus for the ritual, but she’s not focused at all. She looks down to see her cock completely hard again. She sees the bounty hunter in her mind, then that sad excuse for a Jedi as well. Dathomirians are supposed to be strong and powerful, but that girl was nothing.

Yet she had still managed to defend herself.

Silvi feels a twinge of irritation. She had pretty eyes, though, that Jedi.

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The Jedi Temple is never a noisy, boisterous place. It never feels as though a party is going on, yet it is always quiet when something has recently happened.

And something has happened. Word has spread quickly.

Enthea follows Obi-Wan through the wide halls, toward the council chamber. Her emotions are a mess. She is a disaster. Seeing that Sith and that woman again, and all that happened… she’s only a Padawan.

Master Yoda, Master Windu, and the others are waiting for them.

Obi-Wan doesn’t go to his own seat, he stays with her, his hand on her shoulder.

“I take it that you have read the report,” he says to the council.

“Often a police report, the whole story, does not tell,” Master Yoda says.

“From what I understand, Enthea tracked her quarry to a gambling den in the lower city, run by a Twi’lek named Jayo. The criminal who made the recordings was there, but so was someone else. A Togruta,” Obi-Wan says, taking a deep breath. “White, with blue markings. She was extremely strong and skilled with the ****, and she was not one of us.”

“A Sith, you mean to say,” Master Yoda says.

Obi-Wan nods. “Most likely. I sensed her from a long way off. Her raw power is considerable but unstable.” He squeezes Enthea’s shoulder. “Not unlike that of my young Padawan, here. She fought her, but the Sith escaped. That was my doing.”

Enthea looks up, surprised.

“I was indecisive,” Obi-Wan goes, and Enthea realizes that he is covering for her. “The fault is mine alone.”

“Don’t blame yourself, Master Kenobi,” Master Windu says, staring intently. “I think that none of us would expect to encounter the Sith on Coruscant. Indeed, I would not expect to encounter them at all, with the **** of Darth Maul so recent in our memory.” He glances sidelong at Master Yoda.

“Wrong about the number of the Sith, I may have been,” Master Yoda admits.

“This is disturbing news, Master Kenobi,” Master Windu says.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan begins but trails off.

“What is it?” Master Windu asks, gazing at him.

Obi-Wan hesitates. “I passed a woman as I made my way through the gambling den. Naked, well-endowed. She has scars and tattoos, and was running.” He looks down at Enthea. “Is that your bounty hunter, Enthea?”

“Yes, Master,” she replies with a dry mouth.

“It would appear that this bounty hunter has had dealings with Enthea and with the Sith. I can think of no other reason for them to be there,” Obi-Wan says. “That cannot be a coincidence.”

“Dangerous it is, to be so sure of oneself,” Master Yoda cautions.

“Yes, Master. But I felt something,” Obi-Wan says.

“Felt something? As you saw a naked woman?” Master Windu gives him a look. “Master Kenobi, that can happen to the best of us.”

“Something else,” Obi-Wan clarifies. “Something specific. I was reminded of Anakin.”

“Skywalker?” Master Windu cocks his head. “Are you sure?”

“Not only Anakin,” Obi-Wan goes on. “Master Laki as well.”

There is silence in the Council Chamber, and Enthea is confused. She’s never heard of a Master Laki. In fact, if there is such a Jedi, she would certainly know them.

Master Windu takes a deep breath. “Master Laki has been in exile a long time, Master Kenobi.”

“Indeed,” Obi-Wan replies.

“Overlooked, Master Kenobi’s concerns should not be,” Master Yoda cautions. “Important, it may be, if a similarity between this Sith and Master Laki, Obi-Wan has detected.”

“True enough,” Master Windu says reluctantly, leaning back in his seat. “Then what is to be done, Master Kenobi?”

“It’s likely that at the very least, this bounty hunter is sensitive to the ****,” Obi-Wan says, squeezing Enthea’s shoulder. “Punishing her for her crimes is important, but perhaps not as important as keeping her out of the hands of the Sith.”

“Agree with this, I do,” Master Yoda says. “Certain are you, of what you have said of Master Laki?”

“I am, Master,” Obi-Wan says confidently.

Master Windu lets out a long sigh. “Then we have ****. Master Laki must be brought out of exile. This is a matter that the council cannot address. You refer, of course, to the powers of clairvoyance, Master Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan removes his hand from Enthea’s shoulder.

“I can only speak to the similarity in what I felt,” he says diplomatically.

“Trust, Master Kenobi, we must,” Master Yoda says firmly. “Too powerful is clairvoyance, to be allowed into the hands of the Sith.”

“The Sith, which are in fact numbered more than two,” Master Windu says, looking over at Master Yoda.

“Wrong, I may have been,” Master Yoda admits again.