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Star Wars: Eclipse of the Black Sun (The Corsair, Xanaphia)

“My inhibitions are lies that I tell myself to fit into the contours Jedi teachings," she challenged.

He understood that all too well, although he bristled a little at calling them lies. His entire life in the Order, after all, had been one of discipline, of channeling the darker impulses in his soul. It was why Master Windu had chosen to train him.

The momentary reflection was broken by the sight of Aurianna kissing Lysa, and then by the oredatory way she pressed against him. “Tell me you don't want this," she breathed, her hand tracing the strong lines of his physique, without touching. "Tell me, and I'll leave you alone and fuck Lysa by myself."

“I never said I don’t want it,” he replied, voice husky. His thumb traced her lips and the line of her jaw. It’s… well…” He hesitated, deliberating for a moment. “I trust you.” Then he opened his mind to her.

Darkness and cool, clammy air surrounded him as he made his way into the depths of the cave. There was a faint phosphorescence, just enough to make him wonder if he was really seeing anything. Ahead he could just make out the opening into a broader cave.

“The Trial of the Spirit,” he narrated, gut twisting. “My Trial of the Spirit.”

The cavern held… a room? A dingy room lit by a single dangling light. Figures stood in shadow around a shabby mattress, watching as… he caught his breath in horror. Watching him, wearing a suit of unfamiliar cut, holding a knife to a red-haired woman’s throat as he raped her.

Looking away, he saw a statue in another part of the cavern. A golden woman, holding a spear aloft. He was there as well, wearing some sort of uniform, thrusting hard into Ari as two other men held her down. “Whore,” he heard himself snarl as he watched himself backhand her.

More images of himself joined the throng. A twisted version with fangs and marble skin. A version dressed all in black with twin silver lightning bolts on his collar. On an on. All of them petty and cruel, hurting there in an attempt to feel bigger. “You’re one of us,” they mocked. “Join us.”

“No…” he gasped out. “I’m not…”

“One of us,” they sneered. “Just like us.”

“No…” he gasped again. But it would be so easy. Just, just give in. He had power. He…

Laughter. “Just. Like. Us.”

“NO!”

He snapped back from his memories, eyes wide, staring down at Ari. “I… do… want… this.” The words were ragged, shaky. “But… I have to know, Ari. Know that you’re in your right mind. That I’m not…”

His saber blade blazed in the darkness of the cavern, purple with a thin crimson core. “I’m not like you,” he gasped, winded by the battle with his own demons. Tears streamed down his face as he fell to his knees, flooded by the memories of all of the thoughtless, petty cruelties he’d committed. “I’m not.”
 
Despite the hunger that coursed through her blood, Aurianna caressed Jeoram 's face with gentle hands. "I trust you, too."

They weren't empty words. The lives and work of the Jedi were dangerous, and she and Jeoram had faced it together, for years now. She'd trusted, just as much as she trusted the force itself.

Closing the distance between them, her lips met his. Opening, welcoming, eager, dispelling the taunts of his shadow selves. He wasn't like them. He wouldn't hurt her. Slowing her hands explored him, his cheeks with short, rough stubble to his hair, cool and smooth. Her body molded into his her arms settled around his strong shoulders.

Finally they broke apart, drawing heaving breaths, his worry and want flavoring his breath. "I want you," she confessed, moving them both back, towards the bed. "I want this."
 
“Jedi foreplay,” Lysa declared, swaying as she walked towards the two of them, “is fucking weird. But do we have the consent question nailed down?” As she spoke she tapped a control, causing sensor drones to drift into the air.

“Uhm… yes,” Jeoram replied, sounding ever so slightly dazed.

“Good.” Lysa leaned into Aurianna, molding her breasts and stomach into the Jedi’s back. One hand on Ari’s hip, she tangled her fingers into Jeoram’s shaggy blonde hair and pulled him close. Her tongue slipped between his lips, drawing him into a heady kiss, trapping Ari between their bodies.

“What are the drones for?” Jeoram managed, breathing hard as the kids broke.

“Think of them as putting together a highlights reel,” Lysa answered, nuzzling Ari’s ear. “Now, I believe I made a promise,”. Her eye caught Jeoram’s. “What was it again?”

“To peel her out of her arena costume,” he replied, “and then fuck her until she can’t remember her own name.”

“That was it, yes.” She rested both hands on Ari’s hips, now, grinding her against Jeoram as his hungry lips devoured his partner’s mouth. “But there’s a problem.”

Her hands slid up Ari’s bare sides as Jeoram gripped her hips, grinding back. “And that is?”

Teasing at the elastic of Ari’s sports bra, Lysa slowly worked her fingers between fabric and soft flesh. “I don’t think I want to wait for the costume anymore.” The cloth of the bra slid upwards, baring Ari’s breasts. Her lips caught the Jedi’s earlobe. “Do you?” she asked, rolling a hard nipple between finger and thumb. “Should we wait?”

“We can wait,” Jeoram added, cupping the other breast. “If you want, that is.” He lifted ip on the breast and lowered his face, catching her nipple with his lips. “Should we?”
 
"Fuck waiting," Ari rapsed between moans, seconds and minutes like weights in her muscles. Coiling in upon itself until the pressure became ache. Pressure that seeped into her nails, carving her need into Jeoram's skin. "We can fuck now, and then fuck again once the costume's ready."

"Hungry little slut, aren't you?" Lysa teased, freeing her from her bra. "Pent up Jedi slut can't wait to be used." Harder now, she pinched her nipple, and a shock of pain radiated into a throbbing pleasure. Composure dissipated, escaping Ari's lips in a wordless cry. "More" and "stop" dueled upon her tongue, until Lysa swallowed it again.

"Should we take turns using you?" Lysa's teeth nipped at her neck, digging into to bruise her fair skin. Between Lysa's vicious exploration, and Jeoram heated tenderness, Aurianna could only shudder, primal moans of desire rattling her throat. "Shall we see how much you can take, until you can take no more?"

"Yes," She gasped out, unwilling to even pretend this wasn't what she wanted, wasn't everything she wanted. Jeoram slid to his knees before her, gentle lips following the trail of abs and sweat down her toned stomach. Strong, insistent fingers slid into her workout pants, and peeled them away from her skin. "Please…"

Two hand groped at her breasts, manicured nails etching a claim on her. Her head lulled back overwhelmed with the building slickness that drench her thighs. Overwhelmed with the pulsing heat that captured her thoughts, turning each one into base desire. "Just a Jedi bitch in heat, aren't you?"

Even the sting of Lysa's words became a delightful pang. A torment, a promise, journey and destination. And all she could do was beg. "Please… please… please…"
 
Jeoram slowly peeled her workout pants down he legs, exploring the contours of her thighs and calves as he went. “Fuck,” he breathed, nipping lightly at the skin of her abs and belly. “A Jedi bitch in heat? I like the sound of that.” His breathed caressed the slick lips of her sex. “Are we mounting her at the same time?”

Lysa abandoned Ari’s breasts to draw her hands behind her back, pinning them lightly as her teeth left red marks on the Jedi’s throat. “Maybe we should make her wait,” she replied. “Tie her hands down, so all she can do is watch while I fuck you.” Her tongue caressed Ari’s earlobe. “Want to watch your partner fuck me?”

“What fun would that be?” Jeoram asked, sliding his hands back up Ari’s inner thighs. The thumb of one hand teased Ari’s slit, while the other worked up between the two women to tug against Lysa’s waist band.

“Hm?” Lysa murmured, pressing her face into Ari’s hair and encouraging her to turn her head. Her mouth crushed the Jedi’s lips, parting them to make room for her tongue and then moaning as Jeoram’s questing hand cupped her mound.

“I mean,” he explained, “why don’t we all just fuck each other at the same time?” Then he matched deed to word, probing Ari’s open lips with his tongue as his fingers slipped and thrust into Lysa’s cunt.
 
Aurianna's pleasure filled her mouth with a sweet moan, a delicious counterpoint to Lysa's salty tongue. Lysa answered with her own sigh, a chorus of bliss that echoed in the moist caverns of their joined mouths. Jeoram's tongue, somehow as hot and wet as her own dripping lips, breezed against her throbbing clit, agonizing ecstasy nearly enough to drive her to her knees, if not for her Jedi will power. Well, no, not even her own will power kept her up in that moment, at least, not as credibly as Lysa's firm grip, keeping their bodies molded to one another's. An impressive feat, considering the motion of Jeoram's thick fingers inside Lysa, the rhythm conducting the resonant needy pulsing of her desire.

"Are you going to cum before I do?" Lysa growled, words and teeth sharp against Ari's earlobe. "I'll have to punish you, if you do…"

A shuddered, strangled whimper escaped Ari, every muscle echoing her delight in waves trembling from her core. Oh, how she craved such punishment that the gorgeous gladiatrix and sexy jedi might mete out upon her. Pain, pleasure, it was all the same, sensation to feed her starving desire. And still, she knew that her tormentors would be disappointed if she gave in as easily as she wanted to.

"In that case, I refuse to play fair," Ari managed, before the thrust of Jeoram's tongue into her depth stole her words. Stole the very concept of language, of using sounds to make meaning to other minds. Instead she opened her mind, her sensations, wafting the blinding nirvana towards Lysa. Assailing her mind, matching the way the two of them had assailed her own physical resilience.

The gladiator was well trained, and disciplined, no doubt, but even she quivered as the sensations caressed her mind, and her knees buckled, ever so slightly. The whispered "fuck" echoed like a scream in Ari's ears, coursing along the nerves and throbbing in unison to the blood vessels. Premature, perhaps, but satisfaction radiated through her being, vibrant and sweltering, drawing Lysa in with each ebb and pushing all of her reservations away with the flow. Surrender, victory, everything melted away in the grip of her soaking walls around Jeoram's tongue.
 
Ari’s pleasure washed over him, flooding his mind and lips and cheeks as she quaked beneath him. Lysa’s orgasm was as powerful around his probing fingers, but she was no Force sensitive - her emotions and sensations were less potent, less clear in his mind. Still, between the two of them, it took an act of iron resolve not to follow them, allowing his seed soak the trousers of his robes.

“Oh… fuck…” Lysa gasped as his fingers slid from within her. He forced himself to rise up on his knees and focus on his clothes instead of the aching iron of his shaft. Forced himself to keep his fingers from trembling with lust as he shed his outer robe and tunic, tossing them into a heap on the floor.

“Mmmm…” Lysa purred, helping Ari shift to watch as he pulled his undershirt over his head and tossed it aside. “You should have been fucking him all along,” she said, watching the lean muscles of his chest and abdomen move beneath his skin.

The keen attention of the two women made it difficult to undo his pats, but the feeling of release as his rock hard shaft finally freed itself from its cloth prison was a delight. “Now,” he said, voice thick with desire, “how do I fuck both of you at once..?”

Lysa rose to her knees with a fluid grace, then pushed him into his back. She followed him down, her tongue filling his mouth and her breasts flattening in his chest. “Simple,” she grinned, wrapping her hand around his shaft. “How long have you been wanting to fuck your partner.”

He gasped. “Years,” he groaned, lifting his ass to fuck up into her fist. “Fucking… years…”

Lysa turned her head, watching Ari’s eyes devouring the sight of her hand around his cock. “You fuck him first,” she purred, locking eyes with the female Jedi. “I want to see what years of lust looks like when you two fuck. And then you help me get him hard again.” Her thumb reached up, gently rubbing a bead of precum over his head, and he made a strangled sound of tightly controlled pleasure. “Because I want to watch you watching him fuck his cum into me.”
 
"Oh, I don't know," Aurianna teased, still catching her breath after her orgasm. Her climax had relieved a degree of the lust-filled fog, and for the first time in several hours, thoughts and words weren't an inhuman struggle. "We've waited this long, what a few more minutes…"

But the visible puling of his cock in Lysa's hand reignited her hunger, hunger that had simmered for, well, years. Hunger that wasn't satisfied with a single orgasm. Not with his cock right there, hard, for her taking.

With the fluid grace of a feline predator, she joined them on the bed. Bare breasts ghosting over his thighs as she hovered near his shaft, tracing the movement of Lysa's hand with her warm breath. Drawing closer still, to lap at yet another clear droplet of precum, and trailing a slick line of saliva over his sensitive head. Letting it smear her skin as she climbed further up his body, breasts and stomach pinning his length between them.

Lysa moved, to one side, still stroking Jeoram between the two jedi. Stroking, and shifting, aligning his cock with the eager, drooling lips of Ari's cunt. It was her turn to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips as her own lips swallowed his shaft. The kiss deepening as he drove even deeper inside her, a deeper hunger consuming them both. Sitting up would allow her to claim his length, would allow her to fuck herself on his thickness, and yet she couldn't pull away from his lips. Seeking his tongue with her own, feeding him her needy moans, and drinking in his own cries of pleasure.

Even when they parted to breathe, she stared down in his cool blue eyes, connecting the feel of his body moving within hers to the looking of shocked ecstasy on his face, the same disbelief mirrored on her own face. That after all this time, it was finally him, and that he felt so much better than any fantasy. Her only response was to capture his lips once more, one arm sliding under his back and head and hold him close.
 
He hadn’t expected this.

Oh, not the purely physical sensation of Ari’s slick heat gripping his shaft. This wasn’t his first time, after all. And while the feel of her cunt swallowing him and her body pressed against his was every bit as hot as he’d fantasized it would be, on a physical level she wasn’t that different from the handfull of other women he’d fucked.

But this wasn’t just physical.

He felt her, in the Force. Felt her wonder and amazement at the reality of what they were doing. Tasted the outline of the fantasies she’d had about… him. Felt her delight in how much better the reality was. Felt her emotions, mirroring his own. Neither of them were “in love” with the other, he sensed. Their bond was deeper, different. There were no words that he knew of express their connection.

“Ari,” he gasped as they broke for breath once more. One hand gripped her ass, encouraging her as he rocked his hips to fill her deeper. The other wrapped around her back, gripping her shoulder. He thrust up, gasping as he felt himself push deeper into her, then tangled his fist in her hair and drew her face to his.

His tongue was greedy, demanding entrance to her mouth. He opened himself to her as his tongue slid over hers, letting her feel and see his thoughts, his emotions. His lust and longing for her. The shameful fantasies of simply forcing himself on her and the terrified, shameful, powerful orgasm he’d had he one time he’d stroked himself to those fantasies. His admiration of her skill and competence and body. “Ari,” he moaned against her lips as he let her feel the women he’d fucked while thinking of her. “I’m… close…”

-*-

Was this a Jedi thing?

Lysa wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Yes, they were fucking hot. And yes, there was something erotic as hell about watching them go at each other after denying the attraction for so long. And yes, she did want to fuck him and then her and both of them together. But on the surface at least, she could go downstairs and watch a dozen hotter people fucking each other with far greater skill and in far more erotic positions.

Instead she lay in her stomach, ass in the air, gasping as she thrust three fingers deep into her cunt. Her body moved in unconscious time with Ari’s, sliding her full breasts over the silk sheets of the bed. “I’m… close…” she whispered, repeating Jeoram’s words as he said them. “Ari… I’m…”

-*-

“…close,” Jeoram repeated, the words thick with a palpable hunger. He stared up into her eyes. “I… want to… to cum… in you…”. His teeth found her throat, and Ari…

-*-

…Lysa gasped at the stinging phantom pain on her throat. She pushed her fingers deeper into her cunt, chasing an orgasm as she watched Ari fuck Jeoram faster and harder. Would she be able to cum before they did? Did she want to?
 
Aurianna drank in Jeoram. His lips and tongue and his moans and his fantasies. She drank in his yearning hunger, and the lengths he'd gone to overcome that hunger, only for it to end up here, now. Inside her, beneath her, wrapped around her as she wrapped around him. She too shared her fantasies, including the extremely vivid fantasy she'd had just days before, as she pleasured herself in the shower. She even converyed her desire to surrender every inch of her body to him. To them. To anyone who might want her.

"I… want to… to cum… in you…"

Cum in me… fill me with you, with your… your… your cum… fill me with all of you…

Had she said the words? Difficult to do with her tongue filling his mouth. Had they just bled into the force, her meaning extending beyond words or even thoughts now?

Her orgasm forced her back to arch, nearly ripping her throat away from his teeth. Certainly marking her, the hot, crimson bite dark against her fair skin. Her wordless cry filled the room, and even escaped from Lysa' parted lips, her pleasure tangled within their own in the force.

Beneath her, Jeoram jerked and ecstasy crested in her own mind again. She bend down, capturing his lips in another kiss, as her cunt milked his seed from his dick. Claiming every drop in greedy movements, craving his climax as fiercely as her own. Claiming his climax fiercely as her own.

Finally, shuddering, she collapsed into his chest, their bodies' slick with perspiration and lust, a fragrant symphony of their passion. One moment of contentment and peace and connection.
 
Ari responded to his vulnerability by opening her mind as well, and her own secret experiences and desires were… startling. Not because she’d taken lovers of her own, or because she had desires she’d never spoke aloud. Everyone did. But he would never in a million years guessed that she listed after being used. Taken roughly and forcibly.

Cum in me… fill me with you, with your… your… your cum… fill me with all of you…

She screamed - no, they all screamed, her cry and his hoarse shout and Lysa’s agonized moan of pure lust. Ari took his pleasure through the Force and returned it with her own, creating a cycle of ecstasy unlike anything he’d ever felt. The feel of his cum pumping from him, and the way he could feel her walls milking him as she felt it, even the distant feel of Lysa clenching around her own probing fingers.

And then Ari collapsed into him, her warm body slick with sweat as she molded against him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and his thoughts around hers, letting her continue to feel him. His glowing satisfaction and his warm contentment, his gentle affection and the darkness of his barely-slaked lust. He didn’t speak. What words could compare to the communion they were sharing.

It was Lysa who finally broke the silence. “Holy… fuck,,,” she gasped. She was still sprawled on her stomach, fingers still buried within herself. “That… that was the most intense…”

Shifting, arms and legs like jelly after the hardest fuck she’d ever had, she crawled over to the two Jedi. “How do you all get anything done, if you can fuck like that?@. Giggling at her own joke, she kissed them each in turn. “Not to rush you,” she breathed against Ari’s lips. “But I really want that dick in me.”
 
Aurianna allowed herself a laugh– distraction from the inexplicable shyness and coil in her stomach. The intensity of what they shared, combined with the utter vulnerability, nearly everything between them now exposed, made she want to pull back, at least a little. Still, she planted soft kisses on Lysa's lips, trailing fingers through her luscious blonde locks.

"That must be the reason the Order spends so much time instilling discipline into Jedi," she offered, nipping teasingly at Jeoram's chest. "And why the order goes so hard into the ascetic teachings."

"A pity, truly, for the entire galaxy," Lysa decried as she hand trailed down Ari's back to cup her ass. "All your toned physiques and incredible stamina, just wasted on celibacy. At least you aren't possessive, so I can get a turn on this Jedi cock." As she spoke, her hand moved from Ari's ass to Jeoram's thighs, until she could stroke his softening chaft.

"I don't want you to think that I won't share, and watching you two fuck certainly sounds hot, but…" Aurianna sat up now, still straddling Jeoram and smearing her juices on his stomach. "Well, I want to get fucked too! Again and Again until I can hardly move…"

The mattress groaned slightly as the lithe blonde jumped up, and groaned against as Ari twisted to watch her approach the closet. Lysa pulled out a machine covered in shiny chrome plates. "This should be able to handle your cravings. At least until I've had my turn riding this cock and he's ready for you again."

Ari didn't hide her bemusement, "How, exactly will this help?"

Lysa laughed, and quickly adjusting settings on the device. It whirred to life, chrome plates flashing black as it shifted its shape. One phallic extremity emerged, moving in a rhythmic thrusting, twisting motion. It didn't not take much imagination to figure out how it worked now.

"It can do nearly anything you want. Penetration, suction, vibration, multiple appendages, multiple orifices, and much as s you could possibly take, and more. The surface can mimic several types of textures, from skin to fur to metal. You can fully control it, or let the algorithm direct a sequence."

"Really?" Ari asked, eyes wide as she considered the possibilities. "Yeah, that just might work…"

"Ah!" Lysa playfully smacked her hand as she reached towards the sybian. "You have to help me get him hard again, first."

Even the slight twinge of a slap sent an excited shiver down Aurianna's spine. "Right, right," she agreed, distraction still capturing her mind. But when her gaze reach Jeoram again, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. Dropping to her knees before his glistening cock, she took her time running her tongue along his slick length, savoring the mingled flavors of their bliss.
 
Jeoram chuckled at Ari’s comment. “You might be surprised by just how many Padawans fuck,” he declared, running his hands over his skin. “I actually think that’s why they try to get us out and apprenticed by age 13.”

“Oh?” Lysa asked.

“Yeah. Get all the kids out before puberty really kicks in.” He craned his head, nipping at Ari’s neck. “But at least I managed to go hard…”

A pity, truly, for the entire galaxy," Lysa decried. "All your toned physiques and incredible stamina, just wasted on celibacy. At least you aren't possessive, so I can get a turn on this Jedi cock."

“We are also trained to avoid attachments,” Jeoram assured her, voice catching as Lysa slid her hand between them to grasp his cock. Ari slid off his shaft to give her more room to work.

"I don't want you to think that I won't share, and watching you two fuck certainly sounds hot, but…" she sat up now, still straddling Jeoram and smearing her juices on his stomach. "Well, I want to get fucked too! Again and Again until I can hardly move…"

“I!” he replied eagerly, rocking his hips to push his shaft into Lysa’s hand, “an certainly up for that!” He squeezed Ari’s thighs, feeling the firm muscle yield in his grip. “But there is only one of me, and it takes…”

Lysa’s solution was a chrome box that, apparently, was a highly adaptable sex droid with a variable texture skin. Jeoram raised an eyebrow at the machine, but the thought of watching Ari make use of it also sent more blood flowing back into his shaft. As did Lysa’s comment: Ah!" You have to help me get him hard again, first."

Ari’s response was to swallow his shaft, and it dragged a wide-eyed gasp from him as he did. Fucking her had been the culmination of a long-held fantasy, but this? He’d never dreamed she’d do his.

Well, not voluntarily at least. But based on what he’d seen win her, he would really have to negotiate out helping them both live out a few of their darker fantasies. But then Lysa was joining her..,

-*-

Lysa tangled her hand in Ari’s hair, using it to drag her mouth off Jeoram’s cock. Then she kissed her, savoring the mingled cum flavors on her lips and tongue. “Naughty,” she remonstrated, using her free hand to slap Ari’s ass. “I said help me. Not do it all yourself.”

Still holding a fist full of Ari’s hair, making a game of not letting her get closer, she swallowed Jeoram’s shaft. Her brilliant blue eyes moved from watching Jeoram’s face back to Ari, making a show of her bulging throat as she did. “Mmm…” she said, spit still clinging to her lips and his head. “He’s a big one.”

She kissed Ari deep, then eased the tension on her hair. “Go on,” she husked. “Your turn again.”
 
Lysa was probably better at this than she was –she certainly had more experience– but Aurianna derived a bit of quiet pride in Jeoram's enjoyment and anticipation of her. Was it hotter for him because she was a Jedi, the last person he'd expect to wrap her lips around his cock? Or was it the complementary fantasies they shared? A sort of give and take, coming to balance in the force, though not in any way that the Jedi would admit.

And, well, Lysa's hand tangled in her hair didn't hurt. No, it fed into her fantasies, deliciously, even if pulled her off cock was the opposite of how she'd imagined this might go. But soon enough it was her turn again, challenging herself to swallow Jeoram to the hilt, until her throat too bulged with his length. And then, even as she struggled to breathe, just a little, Ari grew hotter and wetter.

Carefully, Lysa kept her on the edge of choking. Give her just enough room to catch a breath before pushing her to swallow Jeoram's shaft again. Then, as she could take no more, and thought she might both asphyxiate and climax, did Lysa pull her off again, lips and chin soaked by spit. Just a second to recover, to catch a breath, before Lysa's tongue claimed her mouth, fucking her mouth just as deep.

Then just as Ari got her wits about her, to return the kiss, Lysa was back on Jeoram's cock, demonstrating how a professional deep throats a thick fucking cock. Enough for Jeoram to jerk his hips to her, and even Ari's ass clench as she chased his pleasure alongside him. "You keep that up, and we are going to have to start over. And I know how bac you wanted to ride him..."
 
For several long minutes, all Jeoram could do was gasp and groan and dig his fingers into the covers as the two women alternated on him. Well, all right. All he wanted to do was gasp and groan and dig his fingers into the covers. Because Jedi training and all that. He could, he knew, regain his focus in an instant.

Shut the fuck up he told that part of his brain. At this moment, between Lysa’s professional talents and Ari’s amateur but enthusiastic efforts - and the feedback through the Force - he had no particular desire to contemplate Jedi training.

Lysa took over again, and he felt the head of his cock penetrate her throat. His hips jerked involuntarily, and he suddenly found himself wondering if his confidence in his training was warranted. “You keep that up,” he heard Ari say, her voice an husky rasp of lust, “and we are going to have to start over.”

“Maybe…” Jeoram choked out.

“And I know how bad you wanted to ride him..."

Was it actually a mercy that - teasingly slowly - Lysa dragged her lips up his shaft and released him from her mouth? She stared up the length of his body, her eyes filled with lusty mischief, and then she slowly ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to caress his achingly sensitive head. “That I do,” she breathed, teasing the slit in his head with the tip of her tongue.

She rose back to her knees, arching her back to display her body for the Jedi and the cameras. “But there’s a problem with that.”

Jeoram grabbed a pillow and used it to prop his head up. “What problem?”

Her fingertips ghosted over his thigh as she pulled Ari in for a kiss. “See,” she whispered against her lips, “I also want to watch you try out your new toy.” She kissed Ari again, then put on a show of thinking hard. “I know!”

With a graceful twist of her hips, she turned around. “I suppose,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Jeoram, “you’ll have to fuck me from behind.” A grin. “That way, we can both watch her.”
 
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