TPF Chapter 3

Coruscant is beautiful. Enthea likes peace and calm, so the noise and the constant motion of flyers and ships is not her favorite, but it’s impossible not to appreciate the majesty of the city’s lights.

She stands on a landing pad high in the air, near the Jedi Temple. Her Padawan’s robes flutter in the warm breeze. Her hands are folded behind her back as she takes in the view.

She is placid.

Laki is gone. It was abrupt. No word, no warning. But Enthea isn’t surprised. After all, the exiled Jedi didn’t agree to return to the Jedi order or to go any further in this mission or any other. She helped them, and now she has gone on her way.

A corner of Enthea’s mind is hurt, but even as a little passionate sex brought the two of them closer together, Laki’s teachings all mirrored Obi-Wan’s in one particular way: caution against attachment.

Enthea is grateful for Laki’s teachings. Not just the hands-on ones. She feels stronger and more sure of herself. She wonders where Laki has gone, but she has no doubt that they will meet again. She can feel it.

Just as she feels someone approaching. She turns to look. The shuttle waits on the pad, the same one that she and Obi-Wan used to visit Modre. A slim figure in the robes of a Jedi is approaching. It’s Ryoke.

Images flash automatically through Enthea’s mind. She can’t help it. She sees Ryoke writhing underneath Laki in that cave under the temple on Modre. She sees the Theelin hissing in pleasure and scratching Laki’s back. Enthea even remembers seeing Laki’s hard cock throbbing as Ryoke’s pink, shining pussy milked her load out.

Enthea has become stronger, but not strong enough not to feel some embarrassment at the memory. Luckily, Ryoke does not remember.

She joins Enthea.

“Nice view,” she remarks. “I’ve been away a long time.”

“Where is Master Obi-Wan?” Enthea asks.

“He’s been given another mission. You’ll be working with me,” Ryoke says, sounding apologetic.

“Oh.” Enthea is startled. She’s so used to having Obi-Wan with her.

“Probably a relief,” Ryoke adds after a moment.

Enthea frowns and looks up at the taller Jedi. “What do you mean?”

Ryoke shrugs. “After what happened. I wouldn’t want to go on a mission with Master Laki,” she says with a laugh. “Well, maybe I would. But you understand.”

It’s like Enthea has been punched in the stomach. “You remember?” she asks weakly.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Ryoke grins and pretends to fan her face with her hand. “Things like that don’t happen every day. Laki knows how to use that thing.”

“She does,” Enthea agrees, then claps her hands over her mouth.

Ryoke snorts and nudges her with an elbow. “Does Obi-Wan know you’re doing that kind of training?”

“Please don’t tell him,” Enthea says, tugging on Ryoke’s sleeve.

“Of course I won’t. I’d do the same in your position.” Then she sobers. “But Enthea, we have a mission now. And we’ll have to keep our focus. You understand that, don’t you?”

Enthea takes a deep breath and nods. “Of course. I’ve learned more than you think from Master Laki.”

“I hope you’ve learned something from Obi-Wan as well,” Ryoke says playfully. “You seemed to enjoy your time with him.”

“Please don’t talk about it!”

“Don’t worry. You’ll have him back as soon as he’s finished on Mandalore.”

“What’s he doing there?”

“Protecting a beautiful woman.”

“That’s so romantic,” Enthea says.

“I know!” Ryoke laughs. “Listen, Enthea. We have to go back to Modre.”

Enthea stiffens. The memories of that place aren’t just stimulating and embarrassing. They’re uncomfortable.

“Why?” she asks. “Why go back there? You sensed it, didn’t you? There was something very wrong in that place.”

“That’s the reason,” Ryoke replies, sweeping back her robe to tug at her lightsaber, making sure that it’s secure. “It’s that Chiss. It sounds like you felt it too. Something’s not right. The Council wants us to investigate. We’re going to pose as converts.”

“Converts to what?”

“To whatever that Chiss is practicing. We’re going to say that we were impressed when we visited and that we want to know more.”

“We’re spying on her?” Enthea can hardly believe it. “Doesn’t feel like the Jedi way.”

“Jedi have spied before and we’ll do it again, Enthea. Obi-Wan would tell you the same.”

She sighs. “He would, wouldn’t he?”

“Obi-Wan’s not a very good spy,” Ryoke notes after a moment. “But that’s all right. Are you ready to go?”

( TPF )

It’s not just Modre. This shuttle holds memories now too for Enthea. Training with Laki. And the, uh, other kind of training with Laki. Enthea can handle the memories, it’s just that she wonders what Master Laki is up to. What does she do, now that she’s away from the Jedi? Enthea can guess that Laki lives her life to the fullest.

She’s probably having a lot of fun.

Enthea opens her eyes. She’s kneeling, naked, on the floor of her cabin. The metal in front of her sparkles with her cum. Laki’s unconventional meditation is perfect for these situations. Being alone with Ryoke is weird enough; it’s incredibly useful to be able to just switch all that tension off.

She wishes that Laki was still around; there must still be so much that she can learn from her.

“Can you teach me that trick?” Ryoke asks.

Enthea blinks and looks up, startled. Her door is open and Ryoke is there, leaning against it. She’s been watching.

“I was…” Enthea begins, embarrassed.

“I know what you were doing. It’s clever. Let it all out.”

Enthea covers herself, but stays kneeling, looking uncertainly up at the Theelin Jedi. “Did you ever struggle with this?”

Ryoke laughs and enters the cabin. “No. Well, I didn’t use to. Not before Modre. Now I think a lot about what Laki did to me. And what I saw you doing to Obi-Wan. It’s memorable, for some reason. And going back there will only make it worse. I think a trick like yours might help me.” She kneels in front of Enthea, mimicking her posture. “What’s the difference between what you’re doing and masturbation?”

Enthea smiles, even more embarrassed. “If you touch yourself, you’re making it happen. This way, you’re letting it happen. It’s different.”

“Do you have to be naked?” Ryoke asks playfully.

“I just don’t want a mess.”

“I won’t have that problem.” She shimmies her hips and takes a breath. “OK, Enthea. What do I do?”

“I’m not a teacher,” Enthea protests.

“We have a long flight ahead of us. Try.”

It’s true that the process for this kind of meditation isn’t complicated, but it has to do with certain feelings that Laki and Enthea have in common due to having penises and an intense desire to use them. Conveying that to Ryoke isn’t easy, but even if she doesn’t have a penis, she does have a similar thirst. It takes at least half an hour, but she does get the hang of it.

She’s fully clothed, but Enthea still finds it intensely erotic when the Theelin, kneeling with her eyes closed, lets out a little gasp and shudders. She bites her lip and her legs squeeze together.

She opens her eyes, and Enthea quickly looks away.

“Oh,” Ryoke says, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “OK. That is different from doing it myself, isn’t it?” she asks with a laugh.

“Sure. Yes,” Enthea replies, hiding her erection.