NOVEL NEXT Chapter 8: Adi Gallia & Stass Allie
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Yes! Wreck my throat with that big fat dick, Initiate! Don’t let up! Use me! Abuse me! Oh, fuck I’m so fucking wet…
Staring down into the watery, strikingly indigo eyes of the Tholothian Jedi Master Stass Allie, knelt before him, Tylo doesn’t let up for a second as he face fucks the gorgeous alien woman to his heart’s content. The dark-skinned Jedi Master is clearly jonesing for it, the slut. So, he might as well use her to the fullest extent, right?
Off to the side, Adi Gallia gasps and moans and whimpers as she touches herself to the sight of her cousin being so thoroughly… dominated. When he’d told the High Council Member that she needed to bring in the other Tholothian in order to truly convince him, Adi Gallia had been flummoxed, briefly. She’d been wide-eyed and amazed in a way that Tylo had honestly kind of enjoyed.
In the end though, she’d capitulated, and now here he was, getting to enjoy the attentions of TWO Tholothian Jedi Masters instead of one.
Fuck, look at him going to town on her like that. I wish it were me instead. Ah, but I already got my turn. Begging for more would be naughty. Perhaps naughty enough to demand punishment?
Looking over at her, Tylo locks eyes with Adi Gallia, even as he holds Master Allie by her skullcap, not just fucking her face, but also pushing the Force directly into her head through his palms, just as Luminara had showed him not but a day before. Twisting Force Healing to his purposes in order to stimulate the Jedi Master before him and rock her world… was it now exactly why Luminara had taught him the advanced technique?
Moaning around his cock, Stass Allie’s indigo eyes roll back in her head and she cums on the spot, her tongue writhing along the underside of his dick, her pleasured cries sending reverberations up his length. With a grunt, Tylo begins to cum, unable to hold back any further. To her credit, the new arrival to this sudden menage a trois doesn’t hesitate to swallow every last drop of his seed, gulping it down without hesitation. A little bit of it still manages to escape her dark-skinned cheeks, but the vast majority goes right down into her gullet, filling her belly.
Only once he’s done cumming does Tylo let go of Stass’ head and let her fall back off of his cock. Gasping and panting for breath, the Jedi Master looks up at him, eyes glazed over. She looks more like a whore than his superior, at the moment. Not that the young Initiate knows what a whore even looks like, having spent his entire life in the Jedi Temple. But both Stass and Adi are thinking it. The two gorgeous Tholothians are both degenerating themselves mentally, even as they wait for whatever he’s going to do next.
In the context of this entire… lesson, Tylo supposed this meant he should now fuck Adi Gallia, right? The Jedi High Council Member had done everything he’d asked. She’d brought in Master Allie and convinced the other alien woman to let him fuck her. Though to be fair, it wasn’t like the indigo-eyed, dark-skinned beauty had needed much convincing. Tylo really was beginning to think all female Jedi were sluts. It was too much at this point to be anything else, right?
Part of him wanted to make Master Gallia wait a little longer though, and it’s ultimately that part of himself that he listens to. Reaching out with the Force, he takes hold of Stass Allie’s nonresistant body and spins her around. The Tholothian woman yelps but doesn’t stop him from putting her on her hands and knees, facing towards her cousin.
The two Jedi Masters lock eyes as Tylo flips up Stass’ robes and pulls down her undergarments, revealing a glorious dark-skinned posterior for his enjoyment. He knows they’re looking at one another, because of what he hears coming from their minds.
A-Ah, Force I must look so slutty right now. Adi, can you see me? This young Initiate is about to fuck me like he’s the Master and I’m the padawan learner. I haven’t felt like this in ages. It’s like he knows exactly what I’m thinking, exactly what I want.
You look so amazing right now, Stass. Let him fuck you. Let him fuck you however he likes, because once he’s done, he’ll finally fuck me. Force, I can’t believe I’m going this far just to have his cock inside of me. It’s not even about that anymore, I just feel this need to convince him to fuck me, to know that I won our negotiation…
With a grunt, even as the thoughts of the two Tholothian women wash over him, Tylo buries himself to the hilt inside of Stass Allie’s drooling quim. Letting out a shriek of ecstasy, the Jedi Master tosses her head back, something he decides to take full advantage of, reaching up and grabbing the somewhat slick tendrils coming off of her skullcap.
Yanking hard, the young man begins to fuck her as fast and as deep as he possibly can, her back arching beautifully and her cries filling the space. Her hips push back into his thrusts at first, but at some point the pleasure is just too much for the Jedi Master. Overwhelmed, she succumbs to him entirely, eyes rolled back in her head, tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her body shivers and shakes beneath him, trembling in abject delight as he fills her with his cockmeat again and again.
Meanwhile, Adi matches his pace, or rather tries to. The other Jedi Master’s fingers piston in and out of her sloppy, wet cunt faster and faster, trying to keep up with him, trying to do what he does, but with subpar equipment for lack of a better way of describing it. It was obvious from the longing look on her face that she wanted him inside of her instead of her fingers. It was even more obvious from the slutty, deranged thoughts running through her mind.
It's a heady feeling, knowing both of these full-fledged Jedi Masters, one of whom is a High Council Member, will do almost anything he wants for a chance at his cock. At least, sexually. He probably can’t push it too far, nor does he want to… but he’ll take whatever he can get from them in this ‘negotiation’. Adi Gallia wants to ‘win’? He’ll let her win… all while he comes out the true victor by the end of things.
Meanwhile, Stass Allie is effectively caught in the middle of their little diplomacy lesson. And the gorgeous, dark-skinned alien is enjoying every last moment of it. She’s not saying it out loud, instead making increasingly animalistic noises as he fucks into her from behind while continuing to channel Force Healing through her head tendrils. But in her mind, it’s all there.
She loves this. She loves being ‘put in her place’ (her own mental words, not his), and she loves getting fucked and dominated by a young man like him. She had a fetish for it, even more than all of the other Jedi Sluts he’d fucked so far. Stass Allie was a naughty little cunt, and for that, she deserved some punishment.
SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Slapping his palm against her toned ass cheeks like a pair of drums, Tylo increases his pace yet again, while at the same time matching the rhythm of his spankings to the rhythm of his plowing. He fucks Stass Allie’s drooling quim while at the same time reddening her behind thoroughly with his hand. By the time he’s coming close to another climax yet again, she’s squealing and screaming and creaming herself on his cock, her pussy walls spasming and clenching down HARD as she explosively orgasms again and again around his pistoning, thrusting dick.
He’s a natural. He’s… he’s a natural.
That’s the last coherent thought that goes through the Tholothian Jedi’s mind before her eyes roll back in her skull and stay that way as he cums inside of her. Even as he’s filling her womb with his seed, he can tell she’s actually passed out on his dick. That’s a first, for sure, and Tylo can’t help but marvel at the sheer power he has over these women, these experienced Jedi.
He, just an Initiate, has fucked his way through some of the most powerful women in the order this week. It’s a little bit wild, if he’s being honest.
… And he’s not done, yet. Letting Stass Allie slump forward, face down with her ass still up in the air in a truly humiliating pose, Tylo rises from behind her and steps past her, towards Adi Gallia. The other Tholothian Jedi doesn’t waste any time in sliding her fist out of her gushing wet cunt and spreading her legs and pussy lips both wide for him.
“Have I… settled your requirements at last, young Master Vondin?”
Her breathing is unsteady, her chest heaving with desire. She wants it, she wants him, and they both know it. Still, at this point she’s practically moved heaven and earth for him. By the Force, how could Tylo ever say no now? With a grunt, he drops to his knees, moves into position, and finally thrusts his cock deep into Adi Gallia’s quivering quim.
Those intensely blue eyes of hers stare back at him at first, but the moment he thrusts in, they roll back in her head. The anticipation of this moment was too much. The buildup, the expectations… and he can tell from the thoughts running through her head that he’s met those expectations and more. Adi Gallia cums on the spot, and Tylo takes the moment of distraction to reach down and grab her by her chocolate-colored titties, pulling them up and putting them in his mouth, one by the other.
As he fucks her, he feasts upon her breasts, greatly enjoying the soft boobflesh for the treat that it is. He toys with her nipples using his tongue and his teeth, and he plays with her in ways she clearly wasn’t expecting.
Oh fuck, oh Force. I was wrong, I was wrong. There was no way for me to win this negotiation. I was always going to lose. Oh, but I can’t get enough of it all the same. Keep fucking me, please! I need it! I need it!
That, he can do. Feeling exultant in his victory, in his conquest, Tylo doesn’t stop until it’s done. He doesn’t hold back, he doesn’t hesitate, he doesn’t let up for even a second. He fucks Jedi Master Adi Gallia with the same ferocity he used on Aayla Secura, Shaak Ti, Luminara Unduli, and Stass Allie. He fucks the High Council Member into the damn ground, enjoying the way her legs spread wide out to either side of her, not offering any resistance as he plows her silly.
When he’s finally finished with her, it’s a feeling of utmost satisfaction that fills him, even as he in turn fills her. His seed pumping directly into her, Tylo groans as he tilts his head back in pleasure, while beneath him, Master Gallia looks quite dumb, fucked into a pleasure coma just like her cousin.
Slowly pulling out of them, Tylo takes a look at both women, recognizing that neither are going to be moving around any time soon. He supposed this meant that the lesson in diplomacy was finished, was it not? So, with a shrug, the young Jedi Initiate gets dressed and departs, leaving the two Tholothian Jedi Masters to recover from what they just experienced.
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A few days later, Tylo stares down at his datapad, flabbergasted. He’s been presented with… options, of all things. This wasn’t how it normally worked; he was pretty sure. But apparently, he was a special case. Not special enough to warrant a face-to-face meeting, but apparently special enough to warrant a Council Meeting about him.
He’d picked up on it from overhearing some Masters walking the halls. Jedi Masters Shaak Ti and Adi Gallia had become… heated with one another during said meeting. Shaak Ti had said he should be assigned to a male Jedi Master, or not at all. She would have preferred he be sent to the Service Corps, never to become a full-fledged padawan, let alone a Knight.
Master Gallia had supported him though, and Masters Unduli and Allie had both supported her in turn. As such, something… unexpected had happened. Namely, Tylo had options. He wasn’t supposed to have options. But he had them all the same. Apparently, of the women he’d fucked last week, only Master Ti had any reservations about training him.
Knight Secura, Master Unduli, Master Gallia, and now Master Allie as well, all wanted him as their padawan. And they were letting him choose which of them he wanted as his Master.
He would be Knight Secura’s first padawan learner. Meanwhile, from what he’d overheard with his mind reading, he would sharing Master Unduli with another Mirialan. Apparently, that was how she’d chosen to get around the tradition that Mirialan Jedi take on Mirialan Students. She was still going to take a Mirialan named Barriss as her Padawan, but if he chose her, she would take him on as well, and train them both at the same time.
What favors she’d pulled to manage to get the Council on board with THAT, he couldn’t even begin to know. He was just an Initiate. Much of this was completely over his head. Finally, there was Adi Gallia and Stass Allie. He’d certainly left an impression on both of them, and from the impression he got, if he picked either, he’d almost certainly have access to the other. For both training… and other things.
So those were his three options, in the end. Be Knight Secura’s first padawan. Share Master Unduli with this Barriss girl. Or be shared by Masters Gallia and Allie. Although… there was the fourth option. An option that had been unthinkingly presented by Master Ti.
For whatever reason, the Togruta Jedi Master was afraid of him. No, Tylo knew what the reason was. She wasn’t afraid of HIM, not truly… she was afraid of herself. Of her reactions to him. What this meant was obvious. He now had… not quite enemies, but detractors in the Jedi Order. He’d heard more than a few of them thinking quite loudly about whether he would ever be able to control his urges or not.
Which was frankly quite hypocritical. It was obvious to Tylo at least, thanks to his mutant ability, that the Jedi Order’s leaders were all unrepentant sluts, whatever their gender. At the same time though, they practiced a double standard regarding those at the bottom of the pecking order. Tylo only knew about it all because they couldn’t defend against his particular version of mind-reading.
It was all a little bit rotten, wasn’t it? And Tylo… part of him, a small part maybe, wasn’t sure he wanted to be a part of it anymore.
He was getting to that age where he could make that choice, if he wanted to. Especially given that they were letting him make a choice about his Master, in the end. But if he did, what would he do? Where would he go?
The Service Corps were right out. He had no interest to spend the rest of his life farming or anything like that. But it was a big galaxy. And while his own personal universe had been relatively small, his unique ability had allowed for Tylo to be far more aware of the outside galaxy then his fellow Initiates, all this time.
Did he want to continue along this path as a Jedi? Or did he want to break away from it all, and see what the Galaxy had in store for him?