A Perverted Galaxy Far Far Away (Star Wars)

“… No.”
 
Darra pauses in the middle of getting her clothes back on, her face still covered in his cum as she looks at him with a mixture of surprise and faint hope. Mulling it over, Tylo decides that he’s made his decision.
 
“You’re not done yet. I’m not finished with you. Invite your Master over, we’ll see what she has to say.”

For a moment longer, the strawberry blonde Padawan continues to stare at him. Her legs quake a little, but Tylo wouldn’t know what happened if it weren’t for being able to hear her thoughts.
 
F-Force, did I just cum?
 
Outwardly, Darra bites her lip and lowers her gaze submissively.
 
“Y-Yes sir…”

Tylo’s cock jumps at that, even as she throws a message her Master’s way. He’s half-expecting the Jedi Master to immediately call Darra and demand answers or something, but instead there’s a simple blink a few moments later, with Darra reading out the message to him with a look of wonder on her cum-covered face.
 
“She… she says she’s on her way.”

Tylo can’t help grinning at that, nodding along like it was exactly what he expected. Darra might be shocked that her Master wasn’t more swiftly taking her to task, but it lined up with what Tylo himself had come to expect. Were all female Jedi sluts? Was he about to bag and tag himself another Jedi Master?
 
Tempted as he is to fuck Darra right then and there so he’s ball’s deep inside of her when her Master arrives, Tylo holds himself back. At the same time though, he doesn’t tell her to wash her face, nor does he put his dick away. He leaves the twitching throbbing thing on full display as Darra fidgets and squirms, not wanting to make a move herself, but hoping he’d make one while they waited, her thoughts making it VERY clear that she wanted nothing more than to have him as her first.
 
Soon enough, there’s a chime at the door and Tylo uses the force to open it, allowing for Soara Antana to step on through. With brown hair and brown eyes and tan skin, she’s not nearly as exotic as some of the Jedi Tylo has fucked at this point. And yet, the grace and poise that she carries herself with is enticing all on its own.
 
This right here is the woman considered to be the best lightsaber combat instructor the Jedi Temple had right now. She definitely knows what she’s doing. The only question is… does she know how to handle HIS saber?
 
To her credit, Master Antana takes one look at the room and them both and hums as a small smile dances across her lips, her eyes twinkling. She steps inside and cocks her head as she looks between Tylo and her Padawan.
 
“Padawan Vondin. Padawan Thel-Tanis. Exactly what is the meaning of this.”
 
Strangely enough, her mind is surprisingly quiet. Tylo figures he just needs a bit more time to properly penetrate her thoughts and works off of previous experience. Puffing out his chest and placing his hands on his hips, he speaks confidently and concisely.
 
“Your Padawan and I had a spar out on the Training Field. A spar that we put a bit of a wager on. She lost and is currently paying up. We’re halfway down… but I suppose if you wanted to, you could take on the rest of Darra’s debt.”
 
It’s a probing suggestion, but one that no Padawan without Tylo’s knowledge would ever dare ask of a Jedi Master. Darra beside him makes a half-strangled, half-wounded noise, clearly both appalled that he would ever talk to her Master in such a crass, suggestive way, but also hurt that he would discard her for Soara so easily.
 
Meanwhile, Tylo finds himself hearing Soara’s thoughts finally as he surprises the Jedi Master just as surely as he surprised Darra with his words.
 
Oh my. This young one is… unbelievably confident. What HAS Knight Secura been teaching him?

 
As Tylo finds himself being inspected by Soara Antana in a way that makes him feel like a particularly interesting insect, he has to work hard to keep his true feelings from his face. It sounds… it sounds like the Jedi Master might actually not be interested?
 
Mm, his cock is certainly sizable enough… but I suspect this one has been spoiled. I’d heard rumors, but I hadn’t believed them.
 
Okay, so she certainly still had some libido. And yet, at the same time… Master Antana lifts a single sculpted brow at him and quirks the corner of her mouth up in a half-smirk as she hums consideringly.
 
“Whyever would I do that? It’s not me that you defeated, Padawan Vondin. My Padawan must learn to handle the consequences of her actions. Unless, that is, you’re challenging ME to a spar.”
 
As she makes her own suggestion, her eyes trail up and down his body in a more considering manner.
 
He would lose, of course. And then I would eat him alive. I hope he knows better than to take me up on my offer. But if not, I’ll gladly teach him a lesson that Knight Secura and the other Masters failed to.
 
Okay, that sounded distinctly ominous. And as gorgeous as Master Antana was, Tylo was not the sort to submit. At least not sexually. A lot of being a Jedi was submission to your superiors, even if his relationship with HIS Master was practically the opposite. But Tylo had no desire to be belittled, humiliated, or demeaned by Master Antana, as it sounded like she might do if they sparred and she won. He had no desire to be treated as he’d treated Darra.
 
Maybe that was hypocritical, but Darra had enjoyed everything that he’d done to her so far. Tylo knew that he would not enjoy it being done to him in turn.
 
“… I think I’ll pass, Master Antana. I apologize if I overstepped.”
 
Once again, he surprised the Saber Master, her eyes widening ever so slightly and her smile growing a fraction of an inch more. Honestly, he probably wouldn’t have noticed her reaction of it wasn’t for her thoughts.
 
Oh-ho? This one has a good head on his shoulders. It makes me want to take him for a ride even more. But… yes, I can tell he’s the type to want control. He’ll need to do a lot more training before he has a hope of challenging me. Still, when the time comes, if he proves himself capable… I’d be glad to submit.
 
Dipping her head in acknowledgment of his words, Soara chuckles.
 
“Apology accepted, Padawan.”
 
Feeling like he’d just dodged a blaster bolt, Tylo resists the urge to wipe his brow. He’s sweating, just a tad, but all in all he’s doing a remarkable job of maintaining his composure. When Master Antana turns to her Padawan, he expects her to tell Darra they’re leaving, putting an end to the whole thing… but instead, the Saber Master just smirks.
 
“That does not get you off the hook though, Darra. You offered Padawan Vondin your body if you lost the spar?”
 
That wasn’t quite true, they’d never made a wager, he was just fulfilling Darra’s fantasies. Tylo supposed he should count himself lucky that Soara hadn’t picked up on that deception for whatever reason… and more so that Darra was all too eager to go along with it.
 
“Y-Yes, Master. I… I was too over-confident in my capabilities…”
 
Chocolate-brown eyes twinkling, the tanned human Jedi Master chuckles and then steps forward. Tylo can only watch as Soara gathers Darra up in her arms… and begins to pointedly lick the cum right off of her Padawan’s face. It was like watching a mother cat lick their kitten clean or something like that, and it was highly erotic.
 
At the same time, Master Antana’s hand dips down between Darra’s legs and she begins to play with her Padawan’s folds, toying with her pussy right there in front of Tylo as his cock throbs with need. The way that she so easily takes Darra in hand is incredibly arousing, but only because it’s Darra and he’s getting to watch. He wouldn’t enjoy this if it were him, Tylo is sure of that.
 
Still, when the Saber Master finally guides her Padawan to the ground, placing Darra on her hands and knees facing away from him, presenting her pale behind and her dripping pussy lips to Tylo’s gaze, he has absolutely no problem with getting involved. Swallowing thickly, he takes a step forward, and then another, until his feet carry him to where the Master and Padawan are waiting for him.
 
Show me what you’re made of Padawan. Show me what I have to look forward to if you ever go strong enough to defeat me in a spar.
 
“Go on, Padawan. Claim your reward.”
 
Yes! Fuck me, Tylo! Oh, thank you Master! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
 
He’s fairly certain that Master Antana would never be allowing this to continue if she couldn’t read Darra’s abject desire on every inch of her being. It’s quite obvious how badly her Padawan wants this, wants HIM. If this were even a smidgen more reluctant than all out desire, he imagines that the Saber Master would have already gotten her Padawan out of here, and he might have even been in for some censure.
 
As it is, Tylo sinks into Darra’s cunt as Soara looks on. The Jedi Master has an approving smile on her face as he grabs hold of her Padawan by the hips and begins fucking her sopping wet pussy with all his might. Darra is without a doubt absolutely drenched in her anticipation of this moment, and even claiming her virginity barely fazes her. She’s too busy moaning her heart out to care about such momentary pain.
 
Soon enough, she’s too busy cumming her brains out as well. Her moans rapidly escalate into squeals and squeaks which in turn become screams of ecstasy. She has quite the set of lungs on her, and while her Master’s presence DOES give her pause initially, Tylo isn’t about to let her hide behind her embarrassment for long.
 
With a Saber Master to impress, he gives Darra all he has, fucking her hard and fast and then some, treating her roughly but not too roughly that he hurts her as he fucks her doggystyle right there in the midst of his and Aayla’s quarters. The entire time, Soara Antana is watching on with an approving smile on her face.
 
As focused as he is on Darra’s pleasure, and with the strawberry blonde Padawan’s pleasure-filled thoughts practically blaring in his mind, Tylo doesn’t catch much of what Soara is thinking in the meantime. The more people there are, the harder it is for him to focus on their thoughts. Still, he gets a general vibe of vague approval from the Jedi Master watching on, and though her hands never dip down to her body, perhaps to avoid showing weakness, he can tell from her thoughts that she’s aroused.
 
By the time he finishes inside of Darra, Tylo has to admit, he’s exhausted. Concentrating on fucking her while also giving Soara the best showing he can, while also keeping track of both of their thoughts… it’s enough to tucker a young Padawan out, that’s for sure. Creampieing Darra right there on her hands and knees, he finds himself seeing her and her Master out soon after. Once they’re gone, Tylo all but collapses backwards, his heart racing in his chest.
 
He felt like… he felt like he’d really come close to something truly dangerous there. Not that he thought Master Antana would force him to do anything he didn’t want to do; the Jedi weren’t like that. But he HAD set a precedent with his little fib regarding a wager between him and Darra. He’d initially only lied about that to try and give the Jedi Master a way to save face, expecting her to be just as slutty as his own Master, or any of the Masters he’d already fucked.
 
Was it because she was human? But no, that didn’t make sense, Darra was human, and she was just as lewd and slutty. And to be fair, Soara had a lewd side to her as well… she was just clearly more invested in making sure her partners were… well, capable. Would he ever reach a point where he would be able to defeat her? Maybe he could at least reach a point where she might treat him as an equal, rather than her bitch.
 
… No, he didn’t get that impression from her. For the Saber Master, it was all a struggle in the end, including sex. She would only submit if he grew strong enough to face her in battle and not just face her but BEAT her.
 
Laying there on the floor, Tylo stares up at the ceiling with a sigh for a bit. It’s around that time that the door chimes and then hisses open, his Master walking in on him in the middle of his somewhat unconventional meditation.
 
“I’m back~ A-Ah… Tylo?”
 
Laying there on the floor, his cock currently out and standing straight up in the air, Tylo turns his head to look his Master in the eye.
 
Oooh, I’ve missed him~
Without him having to say a word, Aayla drops to her knees and crawls across the floor to him, descending upon his cock with a gusto that causes him to groan in pleasure as he reaches down and casually grabs hold of one of her lekku, tugging it so she goes even further down his cock.
 
At least some things never changed…