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Jedi X Family (The Corsair and Xana)

Damn, he had to be Jedi. For the will power required to pull away from her cock-sucking, nothing less would be possible. She could taste his effort in the kiss, consuming her as much as it consumed her. The shower stream plastered her hair to the head, drenching them both in an imitation of a downpour. Two lovers, eager to be reunited, heedless of the deluge.

He gasped as he broke for air. "Right now," he demanded. Begged. "I want my tongue in you cunt and my dick in your mouth."

His demand gave her a moment to catch her breath, foreheads pressed together to remain touching. "Okay," she managed, before taking another kiss. "I want that– I want you." More kisses followed as she followed him down. He bit as her lips as she tried to pull away, and the act nearly made her abandon the plan, to crawl upon his hips and ride him with abandon. But, she once had trained to be a Jedi, and she too possessed an iron will. Iron will enough to leave him on his back, as she crawled over him, positioning her cunt over his mouth. And his thick, proud cock just before her lips.

She meant to tease him, barely brushing her lips along the smooth skin and swollen head, but when he captured her clit between his lips, she lost nearly all control, just barely hardly back her climax. "No, you don't–" she challenged, before swallowing shaft.
 
In one sense, this was not his best idea. The master shower was big enough for two - something the brochure had hinted obliquely at - but that didn’t quite apply to lying down. His knees had to be bent, and his neck was at an awkward angle.

On the other hand? Well, as he snaked his arms around her thighs and squeezed the slick flesh of her rear end? And as warm water cascaded down the cleft of her ass to mingle with the slick heat of her bare sex as he explored her with his tongue? Yeah. It was a pretty good idea.

“No you don’t-“ Kaydia growled, her whole body shuddering as he opened her with the tip of his tongue and sucked gently at the flesh of her clit. The shaking tension of her struggle not to climax sent a thrill of hungry pride through him. And then it was his turn to go rigid with effort as her hot, skilled lips wrapped around and swallowed his shaft.

“Fuck,” he breathed before tracing her lips with his tongue. When she swallowed him again he felt his sensitive head press against her throat, and in response he dug his fingers into her ass and covered her cunt with his mouth. Moaning into her sex, he pushed his tongue into her depths.

“Fuck,” he moaned again, head falling back as he arched his hips to offer -her - to demand that she take - more of his meat. “I can taste myself in you.” His hips bucked again, making her breasts slip over his abdomen as she swallowed him once more.

Raising his head once more, he found her cunt with his mouth. His tongue explored her, caressing her inner walls his moans sending a faint vibration through her. His hips began to jerk, a primal need for release rising in him, and his hands gripped tighter.

“AH!” he cried out, eyes screwed tight with the effort of not climaxing. And then he grinned. “You said… we should get… dirty… before we… we… clean up..?” As he spoke, his right hand crawled closer and closer to the cleft of her ass. “How’s… how’s this?”

As his lips found her clit once more, his middle finger pressed against her sphincter. Slick from the cascade of water he pressed against her, gently opening the tight muscle until the first knuckle penetrated her ass.
 
Kaydia greedily swallowed Quenitn's shaft, greedily swallowed inch after thick inch. Took everything he offered, until her throat bulged with his throbbing head.

He disarmed her with his on her hips, and his finger prodding her ass, pushing past her tight muscles. Now, it was her turn to speak, to moan out her growing pleasure, "Oh, fuck."

Filled by him, his tongue in her cunt, his finger in her anus, he pushed out her thoughts, leaving only ecstasy in its wake. Trembling, on the edge of rapture, Kaydia dug her nails into his strong thighs, fighting to regain control.

Again, she swallowed him, desperation mounting. Mewling cries slid over his cock, following the trail of her tongue. Then, as she could no longer hold back her bliss, she swallowed his thickening shaft, letting herself go lightheaded as she gave in.
 
Thought was gone. The world - the universe - had contracted to sensation alone. Smooth tile and steam and water. Kaydia’s slick flesh gliding over his own. The sting of her nails and the heat of her mouth on his shaft and the flavor of her cunt coating his lips and tongue. He sought more, craved more, needed more.

Did he climax first? Did she? Did it matter? He thrashed and bucked beneath her, helpless cries of pleasure joining his tongue in filling her cunt. Pulling her tighter into him, craving the feel of flesh on flesh, of strong thighs gripping his skull and sleek ass filling his hands. Offering her more of his iron-rigid shaft as his seed gushed out in ecstatic release.

“Ohhhh…. fffffuuuck,” he managed eventually as he sank heavily against the slick tile. Even now, spent and exhausted, he could feel his still-hard shaft pulse once more. His hot breath caressed the dripping lips of her cunt. “Ffuuck,” he breathed, nipping at her inner thigh as he slowly pulled his finger from her ass. Then he jerked as she did something he couldn’t see with her mouth, and a low moan of sated pleasure escaped him.

“Did we get dirty enough,” he asked, grinning.
 
"Filthy," Kaydia answered in a weak laugh, motioning with her hands to stop the shower. Warm supersonics started, filling the bathroom with a pleasant, drying heat. Heat made even more pleasant as she shift to lay against Quentin, until their bodies dried. Then it was a languid journey into the bedroom, filled with teasing kisses and playful touches. There was no awkward concern about sides or space as they lay together. Just the inviting warmth of Quentin's arm, and soothing lullaby of his heartbeat.


"Hello?"

Mom and Dad said they'd meet her for breakfast, but they weren't anywhere to be found as she entered the main living space of their suite. Were they still sleeping? Without hesitation she entered their bedroom, and found them still asleep, and cuddled into one another.

"Dad! Mom! It's time for breakfast!" Mara announced, standing at the foot of their bed. They jolted up, Quentin bare chested and Kaydia clutching the blanket to her body. "What are you guys doing? I thought you'd be up and dressed by now!"

After a moment, realization kicked in and Mara gasped loudly. So that's what they were up to. "You guys decided to have a baby after all! Of course, it makes so much sense! Anybody, even a Jedi, could pretend to be married. You have to really commit to the act, to convince everyone that's you're really in love, and that why you're having a baby!"

Mara jumped up and down, unable to contain the excitement within. Well, she probably could, if she tried really hard and recited the code while mediating, but that was Jedi stuff, and she was just supposed to be a kid. A kid really excited to be a big sister!

"Is it going to be a boy or a girl? Oh, do you have a name picked out yet? Can I help come up with a name?"

"Mara," Kaydia –Mom interrupted, holding up one hand. Mara stopped long enough to listen. "We're not having a baby."

"But, why not? And why else would you guys have sex?"
 
He really couldn’t blame Mara. It was 6:30 in the morning, which meant that by the girl’s standards she’d really let them sleep in. The Temple maintained an “early to bed, early to rise” schedule after all. But an overly-excited Mara gushing about babies while he and Kaydia were both stark naked was a little hard to face.

“But, why not? And why else would you guys have sex?"

“That,” he sighed, “is a great question. But, before I answer it, may I ask you something?”

“Yes!” Mara exclaimed.

“Please step out of the room and close the door.”

Mara hesitated. “Why?”

“So we can put some clothes on.”

The girl blinked, and then started giggling. The giggle continued as she darted from the room. Quentin watched the door slide shut, then flopped back onto the mattress. “This is not,” he groaned, “how I wanted to wake up.”

Resisting the urge to nuggle back down, he sat up and pulled on a t-shirt and workout pants. “Any thoughts on how to handle this?” he asked, stretching as he stood up. “I never expected to have to handle questions like this, and I suspect that we shouldn’t be telling a small child that one of the reasons adults have sec is because it feels amazing.”

He flashed Kaydia a grin. “Which it did, by the way. In case I hadn’t made that abundantly clear.”
 
Kaydia giggled as she pulled a bra dn panties out of her luggage. "I guess we can tell her it is another part of our cover. That we decided to actually fall in love with one another to better sell our disguises as a happily maried couple."

"And while having a baby might actually be perfect camouflage, it is, admittedly, wildly impractical at the moment." With another small laugh, she pulled on a pair of skin tight workout pants "Still, maybe Mara can get her wish to be a sister."

Quentin turned to face her she put her shirt on, and she couldn't help her blush. "A few years back, I got pregnant. Though it came as a surprise and I wasn't even sure who the father was, a part of me wanted to have that child. Wanted to raise that child.

"I made preparations to leave my position. To start a new chapter, as a mother. But it got too dangerous to step away. I wasn't sure I would have been able to protect my child, and I didn't want to risk leaving her an orphan, of something happened to me.

"I sought out someone who could keep her safe, and made contact with a monk of the Dai Bendu. They assured me the child would be safe. My... my daughter."

Kaydia wiped away the tear filling her eye. "Maybe I could go back there, find her. Be the mother she deserved, for all those years. She'd be close to Mara's age, by now."
 
“All right,” Quentin nodded. “We’ll go find her.”

Noticing her quizzical expression, he smiled a lopsided grin. “I’m an initiate into the Dai Bendu as well. My master appreciated their aesthetic philosophy, and would visit their monasteries periodically as a retreat.” He chuckled. “It sort of rubbed off.”

For an instant he was lost in memories of happier times. Before the Clone Wars. Before the Empire. Then he shook it off. “Anyway, if we can get to one of their monasteries, I should be able to persuade them to check their records.”

-*-

Mara bounced on the soles of her feet, staring at the door to Master Quentin and Miss Kaydia… no, no, to dad and mom’s room. It was important to get the details right, because they were under cover! Just like it had been important to have an explanation for Elia’s mom when she’d asked why she was up at 6 am exercising.

But dad and mom had sex! Which meant they were a real couple, right? And that meant they could be a real family, and maybe she’d have a little brother or sister! The holos she’s watched made that look fun, and he’d always liked playing with the babies at the Temple. They were cute!

The door opened, and Mara bounced excitedly. “So?” she asked, excited. “You have to want a baby, right? I thought about it, and why else would you have sex? I mean, isn’t it icky?”
 
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