A Perverted Galaxy Far Far Away (Star Wars)

A/N: Hey guys, now that this story is approved for posting I'll be updating it quite frequently to get it up to par with where it's at on the rest of my websites. Currently as of this chapter posting we're at Chapter 59 publicly and Chapter 63 on the Patreon.

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Stepping back into the room, now alone with their lightsaber instructor, Tylo can’t help but frown a little, even as he glares at Aayla Secura. After all, this was supposed to be a Jedi Knight… but instead of her thoughts leaning towards peace and serenity, it was more like…
 
Oh fuck, that look on his face just makes me want to drop to my knees and suck his big fat cock right here and now. Shit, I shouldn’t have given in, I shouldn’t have copped that feel. Now that I know how large he truly is, I c-can’t stop fantasizing about it.
 
To her credit, the Twi’lek shows none of her true feelings on her face, instead giving him a kindly smile as she leans forward and places her hands on her knees, which just so happens to cause her arms to push her tits together, drawing the eye. The funny thing is, that perverted, lewd act was completely instinctual judging by what he was reading in her mind… she honestly didn’t even plan it.
 
“Initiate, I sense some… hostility coming from you. If there’s anything you’d like to talk to me about, I’m all ears.”
 
Or you could whip that big fat cock of yours out and take control. I wouldn’t even fight you, Force I can’t believe an Initiate is making me feel like this…
 
… You know what? Fuck it. It’s taken a long time for Tylo to finally snap, but this is it, this is the moment where he decides he’s not going to hold back any longer. Hooking a thumb into the waistband of his pants, Tylo pulls outwards even as he reaches down with his other hand and grasps his cock. Yanking it out of his confines, he lets his half-hard member flop out between the two of them, and intensifies his defiant glare towards the Twi’lek Jedi Knight standing in front of him.
 
For a moment, the entire world seems to freeze. Then, ever so slowly, Aayla’s eyes slide from his face down to his exposed cock, going wide as her kindly smile drops, replaced by flushed cheeks as her lips form into a small o.
 
Oh. H-He actually did it.
 
Knowing he has only one opportunity before the Jedi Knight likely thinks better of her perverse thoughts, Tylo forges ahead.
 
“I know that you touching me inappropriately during our spar wasn’t on accident, Knight Secura. I don’t want to hear excuses, I don’t want to hear apologies. I want you to accept responsibility, and handle THIS.”
 
He wags his cock with the hand currently holding it by the base to punctuate his statement… and Aayla crashes to her knees, shuddering as she very nearly cums on the spot. Her mind is a mess… but even as she kneels in front of him, the Twi’lek Jedi is still as much of a lusty slutty bitch as she was before.
 
I can’t… I-I shouldn’t… oh, but by the Force I want to. I s-should take responsibility for my actions, right? But no, t-that’s just him justifying it. I have to stop this, no matter how much I want it…
 
Frowning, Tylo steps forward, just as Aayla begins to speak.
 
“Initiate, I-AAIIIIEEEE!!!”
 
“Like I- huh?”
 
They both speak at the same time, however, in the midst of him cutting her off, Tylo reaches out and grabs one of Aayla Secura’s lekku, the head tendrils that every Twi’lek have instead of hair or something else. From his biology lessons, he’s aware that a Twi’lek’s lekku also contain parts of their brains as well, a truly vulnerable cruelty of evolution that’s led to their species being abused a thousand different ways over the millennia of galactic history.
 
Not that he’d been intending to hurt her or anything like that, he was just giving her what he knew she wanted, taking the dominant role from her. He already had her on her knees, so the next thing would be to grab the equivalent of hair for her, right? He knew from his inadvertent peeping sessions that human Jedi at least loved having their hair pulled by their male counterparts.

 
However, what Tylo was not aware of was how sensitive lekku were. It was like he’d just grabbed onto Aayla’s nipples and pulled. It certainly invokes the same reaction as if he’d done that, the Twi’lek Jedi Knight cumming on the spot, her eyes even rolling halfway up in her skull as her tongue slips out of her mouth just a tad in a truly flagrant display of lewdity.
 
Her gorgeous, toned figure spasms and undulates, and he watches a wet spot form on the front of her tightly fitted leggings, likely from her sudden orgasm. For a few seconds, Aayla’s thoughts aren’t exactly precise… then they begin to form up properly again.
 
Hnnngh, oh, oh, oh fuuuuck… he just… he just grabbed on without a care in the world. F-Fuck, fuck I don’t care anymore, I want it, I want his cock in my mouth so badly.
 
And like that, the Twi’lek opens wide and leans forward, taking his tip between her lips and swirling her tongue around his cockhead before continuing onward, taking him further and further into her mouth. The young mutant groans as he experiences his first brush with fellatio. At least, physically. He has to admit, having the mouth around HIS cock, rather than just listening in on others while they engaged in oral sex, is a thousand times better.
 
“F-Fuck… Knight Secura…”
 
He groans as he continues to massage her lekku with one hand while holding his thickening, hardening member in place with the other. He’s never let go of the brain tail this point, something that Aayla seems to enjoy quite a lot.
 
He knows his place… above me. Such a promising young initiate. Mm, and with such a tasty cock too.
 
Her eyes twinkle as she continues to swirl her tongue around his member. She slobbers all over his shaft, bobbing up and down his length, her lips eventually hitting his hand where he’s holding his dick.
 
If he wanted, he could fuck my face. I certainly wouldn’t stop him. Ah, but his hand is in the way of me taking it down my throat. I want it all… I want him to make me take it all. Mm, but this is fine too. This is- oh?
 
In response to Aayla’s thoughts, Tylo lets go of his cock, the young Initiate instead grabbing hold of her OTHER lekku, just as he had the first. In response, Aayla’s eyes go wide and then roll up in her head for a moment again, even as her lips suck in and she begins to suction his cock like a vacuum, moaning wantonly while cumming from the simple touch to one of her brain tails.
 
Only once she’s recovered from this latest orgasm does Tylo do what she’d inadvertently and unknowingly suggested, gritting his teeth and looking down at the Jedi Knight kneeling before him somewhat imperiously as he forces her the rest of the way down his length… and begins to fuck her face.
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
Years upon years of built up stress and irritation cause him to go hard and fast from the very beginning. Within moments, Aayla is an utter mess, the Twi’lek Jedi’s eyes beginning to water even as her nostrils flare desperately for oxygen. A whole bunch of saliva and drool collect around his cock, expelling from her lips and dripping down off of her chin as he has his way with her, taking her mouth and even her throat and turning the entire orifice into his own personal pleasure hole.
 
Under normal circumstances, he would never get this physical with anyone. And just looking down at Aayla’s face would have made him stop as well, because it certainly didn’t LOOK like she was enjoying this. Tylo didn’t want to force anyone to do anything they didn’t want to do… but while the physical side of things might have seemed brutal and violent and forced, the young Jedi Initiate had a singularly unique view into the mental side of things as well.
 
YES! Yes, keep it up! Oh fuck he’s ravaging my throat nonstop! What a strong-willed young man, what an ALPHA MALE! I want more! Keep on fucking my throat, ignore the tears, they’re involuntary, use me as you like, abuse me to your heart’s content. Oh by the FORCE I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life!
 
Yeah, with all of that being broadcast loud and clear even as he stuffed her esophagus and gullet full of his massive member, Tylo just couldn’t bring himself to stop. At this point, Aayla has her hands down the front of her pants, in between her kneeling legs, very clearly playing with herself quite aggressively. She’s moaning, even as she gags, gurgles, and chokes on his dick in equal measure as well. The convulsions around his member, along with the reverberations up his length… it’s really too much for the young man, in the end.
 
He's about to cum… and he doesn’t think this horny Twi’lek slut deserves a warning. With a triumphant roar brought upon by years of pent-up desires and emotions, Initiate Tylo Vondin unleashes himself upon the Jedi Knight before him, reaching quite the explosive release, his seed rushing down her throat without warning. Aayla’s eyes go wide, her cheeks puff up, and a moment later his seed explodes out of the sides of her mouth, despite the seemingly airtight seal her stretched lips have around his massive cock.
 
He makes an utter mess of the blue-skinned Twi’lek face, even as she gulps down the lion’s share of his cum, swallowing as much as she can. All the while, her thoughts are as perverted as ever.
 
By the Force, such a thick, delicious load. Mm, I love how it feels sliding down my throat. So sticky and salty and warm. More… I want more…
 
He’s not sure he can give her more, as he finally pulls out of her throat and then her mouth, his cock leaving Aayla Secura’s lips with a pop. He lets go of her lekku a moment later, causing a strangled whine to leave the kneeling Jedi Knight’s throat as she stares up at him, face flushed with heated arousal, eyes glazed over with abject lust. Has he… broken her?
 
I want more, but he has to make the first move if we’re to go further. I can’t… I won’t step over that line… u-unless he makes me.
 
Tylo swallows hard at that, and his cock immediately begins to rise again at the fantasies playing out in Aayla’s head. The most prominent one has him pushing her face first into the floor and fucking her from behind and above, plowing into her while still standing up, a foot pressed into her lekku and her head, grinding her into the training mat like she’s nothing but filth to be used and discarded.
 
… Yep, he’s fully hard again. With a growl, Tylo decides to just go with the flow. Stepping forward, he swings his messy cock into her cheek.
 
SMACK!
 
“Assume the position.”

Aayla’s eyes go wide at that, a whimper leaving her lips as her eyes dart from his face to his member… but in the end, the Jedi Knight does as she’s told. It’s a heady feeling, commanding around Knight Secura when he’s still just an Initiate. But it also feels right, like they’re both getting what they want here… and thanks to his ability, Tylo knows for a fact that they both are.
 
As expected, Aayla assumes the position he’d seen in her mind, the fantasy that had been the most prevalent among her fantasies. Face down, ass up in the air, the Twi’lek Jedi hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her soaked through leggings and slowly draws them down off of her gorgeous blue-skinned derriere, off of her hips as well, and down to her knees, exposing every last bit of herself… including her sopping wet crotch.
 
F-Fuck, what if he just goes for it, what if he doesn’t even hesitate? I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back to the way I was before after this.
 
Spurred on by Aayla’s thoughts, Tylo wastes no time moving in and thrusting forward. His massive shaft, once more fully erect, presses against Aayla’s waiting pussy lips, and then a moment later is buried deep inside of her. This surprised even Tylo, as the Jedi Knight beneath him lets out a low keening wail, before shaking and spasming her way through yet another explosive orgasm. She’s just so wet, so slick, that he slipped right in.
 
Now though, it’s like she doesn’t want him to leave her. He does his best to pull back, only for Aayla’s cunt muscles to grip down harshly around his cock. In the end, gritting his teeth, he has to rear back a hand to smack her ass in order to loosen her cunt up again, letting himself pull out… so that he can slam right back in, even more viciously then before.
 
As Aayla squeals and shrieks and moans beneath him, all while unknowingly begging for him to plow her even harder in her mind, Tylo gives it to her just as she ‘asks’ him for it, slamming home into her cunt, losing his virginity in the process… and losing himself in the Twi’lek slut’s amazing cunt. As he holds onto her ass for dear life, he finds himself humping away like a damn mad man, unable to control himself. It’s just too good, and no part of him wants to stop any time soon… not even for a damn second!
 
Groaning, Tylo keeps on fucking Aayla Secura for all he’s worth, railing the gorgeous Jedi Knight from behind nonstop. In turn, Aayla eggs him on, both with her outspoken moans and squeals, and with her nonverbal thoughts.
 
He’s such a man! His big fat cock is digging so deep inside of me, oh FORCE don’t let it end! Yes, yes, YESSSS!!! Please keep fucking me, please don’t stop for even a moment Master! I want it, I want it so hard! Plow me silly, MASTEEEERRR!!!
 
Huh, it’s strange. She’s definitely not fantasizing about someone else, he’d know… but then, why is she mentally referring to him as her Master? He’s so much younger than her, and so far off from ever being a Jedi Master or even taking a padawan learner that it’s not even funny. Hell, if anything, she was the one he should be calling Master, she was the one he HAD called Master earlier during the lesson.
 
And yet, some part of Tylo that he doesn’t fully understand quite enjoys Aayla silently referring to him as Master in the not-so-private privacy of her own head. He enjoys it a lot… and he fucks her all the harder from it, until he can’t fuck her anymore, his second release finally getting close. Aayla notices, seeming to be able to feel the change in his cock as it pulses and throbs inside of her.
 
Oooh, he’s going to cum soon… I should tell him to pull out, I really should… but I don’t wanna. I want him to cum inside, I want him to k-knock me up. Oh, but what would the Order think? I would be punished severely for letting something like that happen…
 
For a moment, he’s half-tempted to give into her desires and cum inside… but then he hears the part about her being punished severely by the Order, and he finds himself worrying about what HIS punishment would be. At the last second, Tylo pulls out and cums all over Aayla’s backside and back, rather than in the Twi’lek’s cunt. He covers her in his jizz, coating her in his seed… but he does NOT cum inside.
 
As he lets go of her ass, Aayla slumps forward entirely, going prone on the training mat, laying there sprawled out, her thoughts an endless stream of happy insensate noises as she twitches and spasms. It seems when he came, she experienced one last explosive orgasm that just… completely wrecked her. Biting his lower lip, Tylo fidgets for a moment… and then hurriedly tucks his cock away and exits the training room, making sure to lock the door behind him as he goes.
 
He can’t afford to wait around until she recovers, not and have her lewd thoughts provoke another reaction from him. But nor is he going to just leave her to be found like that. This was… this was a momentary lapse in judgment. He was going to… he wasn’t going to let anything like what just happened, happen again. He was a Jedi Initiate after all, and he didn’t want to ruin his chances of getting picked as a padawan.
 
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The next day, Tylo stares down at his datapad, utterly nonplussed and almost wishing he could read minds through said datapad. Unfortunately, he could not, which left him completely at a loss for what was happening. He’d been taken out of the normal class structure for Initiates… which in and of itself would have been terrifying, a possible precursor to him being sent to the AgriCorps. But in the place of his normal classes were… one on one lessons with three Jedi Masters?
 
Licking his lips, Tylo considers what he’s looking at for a long moment, before deciding that there’s nothing to be done. Maybe… maybe this is a good thing? He doesn’t quite know why Masters Adi Gallia, Luminara Unduli, and Shaak Ti are willing to set aside time out of their no doubt busy days to meet with him, but he can only hope it means they’re considering taking them as their padawan learner. Even if he recognizes none of the names in front of him, he will obey.
 
Now… which lesson was scheduled first?